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*Semi Hiatus since ugh* Personal Blog. Will post just about anything that I like. NOT spoiler free (#spoilers) Occasional NSFW (#nsfw or #nudity)

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Delight - Part VII

Part I    Part VI

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Mikasa leaned forward, eager to get a closer look. They were gorgeous together, pretty Sasha and pretty Jean, Sasha glowing with eager happiness and Jean still so awed and unable to grasp just how lucky he had gotten. He still seemed that way when they parted and Sasha pressed another quick kiss against his cheek.

“Why didn’t you tell us how kinky you are?”, she grinned, gently shaking his head between her hands. Mikasa laughed at the face he made.

“You could have told us you already have some experience”, she agreed, wondering just where they would have ended up if they had an in depth discussion before this. As it was they had wanted to check if the three of them were even compatible in that sense before really getting into the more intense stuff. But if the rest of the night went as smoothly as the first hour or so they would probably get to that sooner than any of them expected.

Jean gave a little laugh as Sasha let go of his face, her hands wandering to rest on his shoulders instead as she studied him with open curiosity.

“It’s not that much experience, actually”, he admitted, eyes flicking away from them almost bashfully. When he didn’t continue on his own Mikasa decided to pry a little more.

“You seem to know what you want, though. And you want … very interesting things, Jean.” She couldn’t help the way her voice dipped, low and hungry as she considered all the other things he might want or be interested in given a proper introduction. Jean gave a soft, nervous laugh, his cheeks still flushed so very prettily.

“I only tried it once and it wasn’t super intense so … I didn’t think it was worth mentioning?”, he murmured, finally daring to look back up at her. In his lap Sasha hummed and shimmied forward to wrap her arms around him and rest her head against his shoulder. A lovely, intimate gesture, a quiet signal he was safe with them and to keep talking if he wanted to. Judging by the way his tense shoulders relaxed a bit and his grip on the girl in his lap became more confident it seemed to work.

“But I really liked it so I … did some research on my own.”

That sounded very promising indeed. Lots of research an a lack of hands-on experience meant Jean probably had binders full of things he wanted to try at some point. How wonderful would it be to try these things with him, to show him how much fun there was to be had in his submission to them?

But she was getting ahead of herself yet again, her thoughts spinning too fast, frequently out of control when she looked at Jean and saw more and more potential emerging. It was a … curious turn of events, one she would have never expected a week ago. It wasn’t a bad thing though, that he inspired her. On the contrary. They only had to take it step by step.

“And what we’re doing now … do you like it as well?”, she asked, watching him take a deep breath as he looked up, eyes shining with excitement.

“Very much”, he said and Sasha giggled against his neck, digging her teeth into the already marked skin. He shivered and hugged her closer.

“Would you like to continue and try a few more things?”

“Yes.”

No doubt, no hesitation. Only trust and an inherent eagerness to please. Just the way she liked it.

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After making him all but beg for it they did end up chaining him to the bed, two pairs of padded handcuffs holding him just where they wanted him. He looked so beautiful, lean body stretched out long with his still hard cock gently bobbing up and down, leaving shiny wet puddles on his taut stomach.

“So many things to do to you…”, Sasha mused in a sweet little sing-song voice that made Mikasa laugh where she studied the toys they considered using on their helpless but very willing victim. Even more entertaining than firm, no-nonsense domme Sasha was a domme Sasha who laughed and teased and giggled her way through relentlessly tormenting her sub in all the most wonderful and sadistic ways. Mikasa would know. Jean might as well very soon.

Looking over her shoulder she saw Sasha kneeling next to Jean, slowly dragging the tip of a finger along his throat and down his chest, all the way to his belly button and just a bit further to the bobbing tip of his cock.

She flicked it and laughed at the way he moaned and squirmed. This would be so much fun…

Having reached a decision she grabbed a handful of condoms and a bottle of lube from the side table, then opted for a simple cock ring and a plug on the smaller side. This wasn’t about testing Jean’s limits and making him take more than he ever thought he could. It was about having fun and giving him a taste of being under their control. Anything else could come later, maybe.

Part VIII

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Delight - Part VI

Part I    Part V

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The next moment she was distracted again by Sasha sliding just a bit lower in her lap, spreading her thighs a little wider so their well behaved guest could fit himself between them more easily.

“What are you waiting for?”, he asked, voice still low and sensual but carrying notes of her teasing from before as well. She used the hand that was still lazily playing with herself to open herself up for him, spreading her folds and presenting her shiny pink clit.

“Get in here…”

It wasn’t quite an order but Jean reacted like it was the most pressing one he’d ever received, sliding forward on his knees until he was close enough to raise his hands. Before he could splay them against Sasha’s soft thighs though he looked up at her, eyes focused and yearning.

“May I touch you?”, he asked and Mikasa all but melted. How had they gotten this lucky? She wanted to profusely thank whoever had trained him because this was just perfect. So well behaved and considerate, especially since he was playing with a couple and they hadn’t yet established any rules regarding this.  

“Oh but of course.” Sasha was like a benevolent ruler granting her loyal servant permission. Graceful and just a bit amused. “How are you gonna eat me out if you can’t touch me, hm?”

Her unoccupied hand caught one of his wrists and pressed it to the soft inside of her thigh, just a bit higher than where he had intended to touch her. Jean swallowed and nodded, letting his other hand follow. Then he focused all his attention on what she was still presenting him.

He breathed in deeply as he leaned in, eyelids fluttering and then falling shut as he dove right in, dragged his flat tongue up her slit and all the way up to the small nub that was the most sensitive. Not focusing too much on it just yet though he repeated the motion another few times, much to Sasha’s enjoyment who sighed happily at his attentions.

Then he changed his approach and moved to cover her entire pussy with his lips, making her pull away her fingers to give him the space he needed. Instead her damp fingers found their way into his hair, carding through it gently while he worked her.

Jean took his time, completely relaxed and unhurried as he slowly built from where he’d started. He alternated between long licks and shorter ones, using his flat tongue or just the tip as he explored Sasha’s folds with an alluring attention to detail. Only occasionally did he visit her clit to flick his tongue across it a few times or suck on it gently, only until Sasha was squirming with need before pulling away again to pay attention to the rest of her.

He was definitely skilled, his technique interesting and fun to watch as he so very patiently worked her over. The most wonderfully reassuring thing though was that he actually seemed to enjoy himself. Again and again there were little sighs and moans and grunts as he licked and sucked and flicked, only pulling away now and then to take a few deep breaths before diving right back in.

As much fun as having to train him to please them would have been, watching him work his magic and enjoy himself so blatantly was very nice as well. Especially since after a good while he had managed to lick Sasha into a quivering mess of tightly coiled ecstasy who could barely do anything but moan and pant and mumble about what a good boy he was.

“Now make her come”, Mikasa ordered when Jean moved up to play with her girlfriend’s clit the next time, carefully laving his tongue across it and sucking it between his lips. He couldn’t really answer like this but still showed his acknowledgement with a low groan and the way he suddenly sped up his previously languid movements.

Sasha squealed when he began to suck harder, flicking his tongue back and forth over her clit as his fingers dug into her soft thighs, making sure she didn’t squirm away from him. Not that she would, not after he had warmed her up so thoroughly and skilfully, had made sure she was ready to play a bit more roughly.

Mikasa couldn’t help the low, drawn out moan that escaped her as she felt her girlfriend shiver in her lap, cursing and shouting. She would feel that mouth on her very soon. But in order for her to enjoy Jean’s skilful tongue as well they would need to move this to the bedroom first, where an array of equipment was already arranged and they could actually start with what they had planned for tonight.

As much as Mikasa enjoyed this little detour, after all an orgasmic Sasha was always fun and Jean proving his submission was a wonderful bonus as well, she was itching to get her hand on that pretty boy herself.

So when Sasha’s hands grabbed Jean’s blond her and yanked hard on it she was happy her girlfriend got to experience a wonderful, screaming orgasm … but her body was also humming with excitement for what was still to come.

When Sasha lost it she grabbed Jean’s hair hard enough to keep him from moving much and instead rocked her hips to grind against him, riding out her orgasm while he obediently stopped his work and instead stuck out his tongue for her to use. It took a while until every crashing wave had rolled over her and her pleasure was slowly subsiding, her hips slowing their erratic rhythm, but Jean stayed still for as long as she needed. Like a good boy.

When Sasha was finally done, breathing hard and shaking, she let go of his hair and cupped his beautifully flushed cheek instead.

“That was … so good”, she sighed and Mikasa could hear in her breathless voice just how satisfied she was with his performance. “Thank you…”

to be continued…

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Delight - Part V

Part I    Part IV

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After he’d held still for an appropriate amount of time, still clutching the hem of his briefs where he had shoved them down just far enough to let his cock bounce out, he pushed the fabric lower, over his lean thighs, until it could slide down his legs and to the floor. When he stepped out of the discarded boxer briefs he looked more confident already, their pleased reactions obviously having soothed his frayed nerves.

When he came to stand in front of them again, this time properly naked, he even fell into somewhat of a presentation pose with his hands behind his back and his chest pushed out, dick still straining upwards like it wanted to show off just as badly. Mikasa smirked, already adoring his eager nature.

“Such a good boy”, she purred and watched him positively preen under her praise, licking his lips and smiling widely, pushing out his chest even more. She wanted to pinch his nipples until they were bruised…

“Good boys get rewards”, Sasha agreed, nodding wisely and of course, she was just as eager to show off as he was, adorable in her own way. Mikasa only hummed in agreement, slowly inching her fingers down to her girlfriend’s panties until she felt the smooth satin under her fingertips.

She played with it for a moment longer, letting her fingers glide up and down the covered slit, then moved up to circle her clit a few times. Sasha let out pretty breathy sighs at the careful touches and shimmied her hips even more until Mikasa moved to hook a finger under the smooth fabric and very slowly pulled it aside, baring her girlfriend to their eager guest.

Jean’s cock jumped again and he let out a low noise of need at the sight, probably already thinking about how he would feel that gorgeous, dripping pussy wrapped around that cute cock of his very soon.

“See, sweetie? You do as we say and we’ll reward you nicely.”

A shaky nod, his cock jumping again at her words. He seemed to enjoy how this was going. Good.

“Do you like it?”, Sasha smirked, moving down a hand to circle her own clit and make herself moan sweetly. “Getting all naked for us, forced to show off everything and only getting a small glimpse in return?”

“Yes…” It was still shaky but immediate. He didn’t need any time to think about it. Good boy. Then his eyes grew wide when Sasha let her hand glide just a bit lower and, without ceremony, shoved two fingers into her dripping pussy, all the way up to the knuckles. The wet squelching sound was delicious and Mikasa wished she had a better view of the spectacle. Jean on the other hand seemed more than happy with the eyeful he got.

Sasha thrust her fingers in and out a few times, the wet sounds of her juices mixing with her sweet sighs and moans, until she pulled her fingers out again after too short a playtime. They were glistening invitingly when she raised them up to her face to inspect them and Mikasa licked her lips, already suspecting where this would go.

She was ready when Sasha reached back and offered her the wet fingers, sucked them into her mouth without hesitation and making quite the show of cleaning them especially thoroughly, chasing every sweet drop with her tongue and savouring the taste and texture. Her eyes were locked on Jean the entire time.

When she was finished she kissed her girlfriend’s fingertips and pulled back to lick her lips, making sure not a drop was wasted. Obviously satisfied with Mikasa’s job Sasha reached down again to circle her pussy once more, rubbing the folds teasingly but not dipping inside again just yet.

“You want a taste as well?”, she asked and her voice was so sweet and innocent one could think she was offering Jean to try her ice cream cone. After swallowing thickly their guest was ready to answer, hoarse but just as eager as before.

“Yes … yes please, I’d love to…”

Sasha laughed, a lovely, happy sound.

“Oh, so polite! How could I say no? Well, come here then and … get on your knees.”

As sweet and cheerful as she had begun her voice tipped into something darker when it came to her order, something firm and certain and incredibly alluring. Mikasa loved that side of her, loved just how many facets there were to both Sasha’s dominance and submission. She could fluctuate between cheerful, almost borderline silly and this firm, confident, no non-sense kind of control that made Mikasa’s knees shake when directed at her.

She could understand why Jean went down like he’d been shot, landing on his knees with a muted thumping sound and bowing his head in a show of submission.

Sasha let out a smooth, satisfied purr at the sight and Mikasa bit her lip in agreement. Seeing Jean who was usually so proud and cocky fall to his knees for them was a very special treat indeed. Then he looked up at them from underneath his lashes and Mikasa finally understood. This was not the first time he submitted to someone this way.

Part VI

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Delight - Part IV

Part I    Part III

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He was pretty well dressed, something Mikasa had already appreciated when she opened the door for him. The forest green button down he wore was well ironed with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, exposing his wiry forearms. It was tucked into a pair of jeans that fit him perfectly, that showed off his hardness and were held up by a tasteful belt of smooth black leather that Mikasa was already forming plans for. Maybe another time.

For now she appreciated the way Jean opened each button of his shirt, slowly at first but growing more confident the more skin he revealed. He had always been on the skinny side when they were younger but sometime during the last few years he’d put on some actual muscle, his body still lean but firm and tight. Mikasa couldn’t wait for him to turn around and show off his pert little ass.

He finished opening the shirt, tugged it out of the confines of his pants and slid it off his shoulders to fling it over to the unoccupied part of the couch. He looked good like that, chest and arms bare, showing off tight muscle and flawless skin. A happy little noise escaped Sasha and Mikasa could only agree, lovingly stroked her girlfriend’s side.

“So pretty”, Sasha purred, fingers of one hand fisting in the soft fabric of her skirt. Mikasa licked her lips, noticing the subtle shift of her girlfriend’s weight in her lap. “Keep going, sweetie?”

A bashful smile at their reaction, an adorable little nod, then Jean’s long fingers reached for his belt and opened it with a few practised movements. Were it up to Mikasa she would have pulled the nice belt from the loops, enjoyed the sound of leather on fabric, before pushing down Jean’s pants and having him bend over, ass bare for her to use that belt on … not tonight, she reminded herself and instead appreciated the way Jean popped open the row of silvery buttons before he could push the tight jeans down to his thighs.

Wiggling his hips a bit he tugged them low enough to slide to the ground and he stepped out of them, spending an awkward moment toeing off his socks before coming to stand in front of them again. This time he was only wearing a tight pair of black boxer briefs, the outline of his trapped length very apparent under the thin fabric. Mikasa could feel saliva pool under her tongue at the sight and Sasha squirmed even more in her lap.

Obviously still shy Jean first crossed his arms in front of his chest, then uncrossed them again to leave them hanging awkwardly at his sides, shifting from one foot to the other.

Looking at him nervously waiting for further instructions and feeling Sasha squirm in her lap gave Mikasa another idea though.

She turned her head so she could whisper into her girlfriend’s ear.

“Pull your feet up for me?”

Sasha needed a moment but then she did as Mikasa told her, pulling her legs up until she could rest her heels on the edge of the couch, on each side of Mikasa’s thighs. Her legs were spread a little bit like that and Mikasa pushed them apart even further as she reached out and hiked Sasha’s skirt up, giving Jean a perfect view of her girlfriend’s lacy panties.

Jean’s eyes grew wide at the sight, a shuddering breath escaping him and Sasha let out a sweet little chuckle.

“You look so good, Jean”, Sasha sighed, running a hand down her own thigh, nice and tan from all the time she spent outside sunbathing. “Make me so wet already…”

Mikasa could swear she saw the outline of Jean’s hard cock twitch at those words and smirked against Sasha’s shoulder. One hand slid down between her girlfriend’s legs, fingertips gliding along the satin still covering her. She was not surprised to find the material was slick with Sasha’s need already.

“Show us your pretty cock and I’ll show you her needy pussy”, Mikasa promised, making both of them sigh out low moans.

Sasha’s thighs trembled while Jean reached down to dig the heel of his palm against the base of his twitching cock, giving himself some relief before pulling his hand away again. There was still something timid to his movements when he grabbed the hem of his boxer briefs that clung to his hips so snugly, the motion deliberately slow like he needed to brace himself. Then he bit his lip and dragged the fabric down almost teasingly until his hard cock bounced free, slapping up against his stomach before bobbing back down.

Sasha squealed in her lap, hips shimmying and distracting Jean whose gaze dropped back to her exposed panties.

“It’s so cute!”, she giggled and strangely enough Mikasa had to agree. It wasn’t the biggest dick she’d ever seen but it suited Jean with its satisfying length, pretty upward curve and nice pink colour. He was uncut but the foreskin had already rolled almost all the way back to expose the flushed tip that looked so inviting Mikasa wanted to press her tongue against it and flick it over the glistening slit.

“It’s gonna feel so good inside you, baby”, Mikasa purred, fingers of one hand digging into Sasha’s smooth thigh while the other hiked her girlfriend’s skirt up all the way to her hips. Jean had been good, he deserved his promised reward.

to be continued…

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Delight - Part III

Part I    Part II

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“Begging already?”, she purred, tightened her grip on his hair even more so he couldn’t move when Sasha began digging careful teeth into his bare throat. “Aren’t you just perfect for us?”

“Such a well behaved boy”, Sasha agreed after a moment, soothing her clever tongue across a faint bite mark. “Can’t wait to have him inside me…”

A choked noise escaped Jean’s throat and his hips twitched upwards to where Sasha was still seated in his lap. She laughed quietly, then shifted until she could grind down more firmly against what must have already been a straining erection. This time her movements were less teasing and more purposeful.

“That’s right. Sasha wants to ride your cock tonight”, Mikasa purred, sliding right up to Jean’s ear so he could feel her breath. She saw goosebumps prickle along his neck and smirked, feeling almost smug. “She’s gonna bounce in your lap and use you like a toy. I’d prefer to sit on your pretty face and see what else that clever mouth is good for. What do you think?”

“I think…” Jean’s voice was raspy and he cleared his throat before continuing. “I think … that sounds awesome…”

Mikasa let out a pleased hum at the answer even though she had not expected anything else. How could Jean ever say no to eating out a gorgeous woman while another one bounced in his lap? Next to her Sasha giggled and looked at Jean with a wide grin and curious eyes.

“You’re so hard already!”, she chirped, utterly shameless as she circled her hips, really grinding down against where she must have felt his cock straining against his pants. Mikasa wanted to reach down and slide her hand between them, slip her fingers under Sasha’s flowing skirt and check how wet her panties already were, then press down against Jean’s cock and watch him bite his lip at the contact.

But she held herself back and just smirked at the two of them, amused by the quick breaths Jean sucked in, the way his fingers dug into Sasha’s hip. When she noticed how much the glass of water was trembling between his fingers she plucked it away from him and set it down on the side table before turning back to them.

“So you like the thought of being our plaything?”, she asked again, just to be sure, even though his reactions up to now had already been telling enough. Jean let out a tight sigh when Sasha leaned down to nibble at his collarbone, still grinding her hips down into his lap.

“Yeah…”, he finally whispered and his free hand found Mikasa’s thigh in an almost embarrassed touch, so light and careful as if he didn’t know whether he was allowed to reach out for her at all. His nervousness was intriguing though and so she soon grabbed his wrist and pushed the shy hand further between her legs, trapping it high between her warm thighs where his fingers dug into the soft flesh. The touch was sweet and exciting and she rubbed her thighs together with arousal, making his hand move even higher until it almost brushed against her crotch.

She wondered what would happen if she opened her pants and slipped his hand inside, if he’d explore her and play with her clit, if he’d be good at fingering a girl or if she’d have to teach him a thing or two about how to please her. The thought of having to train him to be a good lover aroused her even more and she thought of all the fun they could have, keeping him busy between Sasha and herself until either of them had come enough times to leave them exhausted and he knew their bodies well enough to please them however they wanted.

But that was an idea for another night. Tonight they wanted to focus on him, wanted him to feel owned and used and she already had an idea how to kick that off in a fun way.

“Sasha”, she called out and her girlfriend looked up from where she had been sucking pretty bruises into Jean’s skin. Her cheeks were flushed but her eyes attentive.

“Yes, dear?”

“What do you say we inspect our cute little toy before we start?”

Judging by the way Sasha’s grin grew and her expression took on an especially pleased note she knew exactly where Mikasa was going with this and was already sliding out of Jean’s lap the next moment. He let out a regretful little noise but didn’t stop her, let go of her easily even though his longing eyes trailed after her. Mikasa really couldn’t blame him.

Before Sasha could plop down somewhere else Mikasa gently tucked Jean’s hand out from between her thighs and pat her lap, silently offering it as a seat for her girlfriend. A front row seat to the show they were about to get. Sasha accepted with a wide smile and a happy sigh.

As soon as she was settled, her back against Mikasa’s chest, sliding down so she could rest her head back against her shoulder, Mikasa looked over at Jean who watched them with curiosity and a trace of loss in his eyes. He would have Sasha in his lap again very soon. But first they needed him to do something for them.

“Get up”, Mikasa ordered him, not unkindly, and was amazed by how quickly he reacted. Jean all but jumped up from the couch and came to stand in front of them, wiping his clammy hands on his pants and eagerly waiting for further instruction. Oh, he was so very perfect.

Mikasa purred happily and wrapped both arms around her girlfriend’s waist, resting her chin on Sasha’s shoulder.

“Very good”, she hummed happily, eyes trailing up and down his body. “Now undress.”

He paused for a moment, swallowed visibly. Bit his lip in a way that made Mikasa want to bite it harder. Then, finally, he nodded and followed the order.

Part IV

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Delight - Part II

Part I

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Jean wasn’t quite as flushed and trembling as he had been in the coffee shop when he showed up at their apartment a few days later. But his nervousness was still very much obvious as he set down his backpack in the living room and awkwardly looked around like he was here for the very first and not the hundredth time.

“Ah, you look like you wanna run away every second”, Sasha chuckled as she guided Jean over to their couch, ever the empathetic host. “Don’t be scared, we’re not gonna eat you. I think…”

“I uh … I know”, Jean stuttered as she pushed him down into the soft cushions, his eyes growing wide as Sasha climbed into his lap without further ado, straddling his thighs. Mikasa couldn’t decide if she should laugh or tell her girlfriend to back off a little and let their poor friend breathe for a minute. So she didn’t do either and instead strolled over to hand Jean a glass of water before sinking down on the couch right next to them.

“It’s okay to be nervous”, she smiled, watching him swallow with some kind of amusement as Sasha shimmied her hips a bit. “But you don’t have to worry, you’ll be in good hands…”

As if to prove her point Sasha splayed her hands against Jean’s chest at that, fingers spread wide over the quick rise and fall as Jean breathed deeply.

“The best hands, really”, Sasha grinned and instead of answering Jean turned to his glass and gulped down a few mouthfuls of water before even attempting to react.

“Okay”, he finally nodded, sounding just a bit breathless when Sasha moved her hips again, this time in a slow but insistent grind. Mikasa would not have expected her girlfriend to move this fast but her excitement was adorable and contagious and Jean did not seem like he was opposed to the pretty girl who had plopped into his lap, even though he apparently wasn’t sure what to do with her now that she was right there.

That wasn’t a problem though, he wouldn’t do much in general tonight. That was the deal. He only had to lean back and enjoy…

“So … what now?”

Jean had barely finished his question when Sasha caught his free hand between her fingers and flicked out her tongue to drag the very tip along his knuckles. Then she tugged it down to her hip, placing it there with a little smirk. He was allowed to touch her after all and he should make use of that privilege while he still could.

“Oh, we have lots of fun plans for tonight!”, she grinned, clapping her hands and bouncing in Jean’s lap, a glowing bundle of energy.

“How about we tell you some of our ideas and you let us know if you like them?”, Mikasa suggested and waited for Jean to come down from his last crisis and nod wordlessly.

“If you hear anything you don’t like just let us know and we won’t go there with you.”

“Yeah, you can always say no. That’s like the first and most important rule”, Sasha added, some of her exuberant energy fading from her voice as she looked at Jean with a more serious expression. “We usually use traffic lights but if you prefer different safe words that’s fine as well. But we need to be on the same page just in case.”

This nod was firmer already, more understanding. Jean seemed to get over the surprise lapful of beauty at last. He also seemed well versed in kinky play enough to at least know about safe words, which would make all of this run way more smoothly.

“Traffic lights are fine but … I don’t really think there’s much you can do to me I wouldn’t enjoy…”

It was still a bit breathless and adorably bashful, so much that Mikasa couldn’t resist reaching out to card her fingers through his blond hair. It was so soft, much softer than she would have expected.

“Oh, don’t say that just yet…”, she murmured, low and loving, her mind full of possibilities. Of course she didn’t want to take it far enough for any of them to use their safe words tonight. This was supposed to be a fun exploration they could take further another day if they all ended up enjoying themselves. But those kinds of challenges were hard for her to resist.

She wondered just how far they could take Jean, what he would be willing to do for them, what he would let them do, how hard they could push and how beautifully he’d break…

But not tonight.

Looking up she found Sasha’s wolfish grin on her and smirked back for just a moment before minutely shaking her head. Sasha nodded back, the sharpness leaving her expression. She knew what Mikasa had been thinking but they had agreed not to play too rough just yet. So she kept to that decision.

“We want to tie you up, Jean”, Sasha smirked instead, letting her hands stroke upwards until they came to rest on his shoulders, fingers digging in as a gentle massage. “Have you naked on our bed and tie your hands to the headboard so you’re all pretty and helpless for us. Would you like that?”

Taking another quick gulp of water Jean nodded, then added a quiet “Yeah, I’d like that…” that had hot arousal squirm low in Mikasa’s abdomen. She was a bit surprised by just how soft he was like this but it was a beautiful surprise.

“Then we want you nice and hard for us to play with”, Mikasa continued and watched his eyes flutter closed at her words, throat working to swallow. It was beautiful how receptive he was. “So we want to put a cock ring on you to keep you hard and ready for however long we need you.”

“God yes…”

Sasha giggled, wiggling her hips in happy excitement.

“You hear that, Mika? He can’t wait to be our cute little toy!”

“Such a needy boy”, Mikasa agreed, winding her fingers into soft blond hair and tugging playfully. His head fell back against the couch with ease and his lips parted around a sweet noise. She’d suspected he might be into hair pulling and to have her suspicions confirmed like this was way too satisfying. She had a feeling he’d satisfy them in many more ways.

“Can’t wait for us to play with your body however we want, hm? Can’t wait for us to pinch your cute nipples and play with your little dick … or to stretch your tight hole on our fingers and toys, fill it up with a pretty plug…”

Another gorgeous noise, his throat so long and pale Mikasa wanted to bite it and leave dark purple marks along his neck. Sasha was faster though, leaning forward with a sweet sigh to drag her lips along pale, unmarred skin.

"Yes, please…”, Jean all but whimpered and Mikasa had to bite her lip hard to keep from groaning.

Part III

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Delight - Part I

“What about Jean?”

Mikasa looked up from her notes spread across the dinner table and over at her girlfriend who was currently lounging on the couch, her game paused and thoughtful eyes meeting Mikasa’s. There was a subtle shimmer of mischief in Sasha’s expression that for some reason made Mikasa feel a pull of excitement.

“What about him?”, she asked, trying to remember if there was something about their friend they had forgotten, maybe that they wanted to meet for a few drinks or had been invited to come over to his place tonight, but she came up blank. Then she saw the way Sasha rolled around on the couch and propped her head up on her crossed arms, halfway leaning over the armrest. She looked like some kind of plotting cat, cute but a little bit dangerous. Mikasa liked the look on her.

“He can be an idiot but he’s still pretty cute, right?”, Sasha hummed, shrugging as casually as her position allowed her. “Also he’s been into you since middle school so I think he’d be interested…”

It took another moment but then the pieces fell into place and Mikasa remembered the conversation they had a few nights ago about branching out and trying new things. Sasha was right in that regard. Jean really could be awfully cute. But…

“I think he’s gotten over me by now”, she said, aware of the quiet smirk in her voice that her girlfriend picked up on immediately. It wasn’t a No and Sasha could obviously tell as much, judging by the way her grin grew sharper and she cocked her pretty head to the side.

“Enough to say no to a threesome with you and your hot girlfriend?”

Sasha had a point there. Jean didn’t have to still harbour that same intense crush he’d had on Mikasa for the better part of their school years to want to fool around with the two of them. As far as she knew he wasn’t seeing anyone right now and what else could speak against having some fun amongst friends, right? Besides, Mikasa could actually see him turn out to be just what they said they’d need in a third. The longer she thought about it the better she could understand just how Sasha had thought of him until she gave a slow nod.

“I’ll talk to him”, she agreed and was rewarded with the adorable sight of her girlfriend rolling onto her back and kicking her legs in excitement.

“Awesome!”, Sasha laughed. Mikasa was inclined to agree.

~

“Just so we’re on the same page”, Mikasa began to explain to a very red faced, indeed very cute Jean, “this would not be some porn fantasy affair. We’re not interested in a guy who just wants to fuck two lesbians so he can later brag about it to his friends.”

“I … of course not, that’s … I mean aren’t you two bi anyway?”

Mikasa smiled softly at the nervously stuttered answer. Jean was surprisingly bashful for a guy who usually acted so tough, especially considering he’d just been offered just about every straight guy’s most cliché wet dream. But Sasha’s assessment had been right: Jean could be an annoying idiot at times but they sure wouldn’t still be friends after all these years if that wasn’t just mostly an act he could drop at a moment’s notice if necessary. Or sometimes, when an offer caught him especially off guard. Then he apparently reverted back to the stuttering and blushing teenager who once told Mikasa he liked her hair in the most awkward way imagineable.

“Sasha’s pan but that’s not the point”, Mikasa shrugged, smiling even more about Jean’s quiet, stuttered apology that followed her words. “The point is that we’re not gonna be some trophies for you to play with and prove what a great stud you are.”

Jean furrowed his brows like the very thought of treating them like that was repulsive to him. Good. Even considering his sometimes excessive macho guy act they had not misjudged him after all.

When he didn’t say anything, didn’t protest or make any promises, Mikasa licked her lips and continued.

“You like strong women, don’t you Jean?”

She had not thought it was physically possible for his face to flush even more but it did when he gave a small nod, eyes wide and breath tight. He was so adorable already Mikasa wanted to reach out and pet his head, maybe cup his cheek with a gentle palm and run a thumb along his lower lip.

There was just something about him like this, so open and honest and vulnerable, that made her soft. Not unlike when Sasha knelt for her. If he was like this when they took him home they would have lots and lots of fun together.

“I’m asking because we’re not looking for this to be just any threesome. We would love to make it a bit more kinky and take control of you together. Ordering you around, making you do our bidding and please us … possibly with some rope or a nice pair of handcuffs involved. We have some exciting plans and we’re looking for someone who’d like to play with us and be our good boy.”

She could have worded that differently, told Jean in a more neutral tone that they were looking for a subby guy they could dominate together. But oh it was such a delight to see her friend squirm with every sensually murmured word. When he couldn’t do anything but bite his lip and shift suspiciously in his seat Mikasa just couldn’t help but push a bit further.

“The thought turns you on, hm?”, she purred and watched Jean’s breath hitch with immense satisfaction. “Would you like that? Would you like to be our good boy, our pretty pet?”

Reaching across the table she placed a soothing hand over his warm, trembling fingers that were clutching his cup of coffee like a lifeline.

“Would you like us to tie you to our bed and have our way with you?”

She didn’t need the hoarse “Yes…” he finally managed to choke out to know he was more than interested in her offer but it was still satisfying to hear.

Part II

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Part I

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“I’m gonna kill her”, Jean murmured as his mind put together the pieces, the basket with wine and cookies and now this cloak. As much as this might have seemed like a thoughtful and fitting gift considering where Sasha and her boyfriend had spent their vacation, this last item turned it into an absolute joke and Jean was annoyed with himself that he hadn’t seen it before.

“Who’s getting killed?”, came Eren’s voice from the door leading out to the patio.

Jean already knew what he would find when he looked up but his heart still skipped a beat and his hands grew even clammier. Because Eren was naked. Casually and unapologetically so, wearing nothing but a pair of sunglasses pushed all the way up into his hair, an empty cocktail glass in one hand.

Jean should really be used to it by now, considering how quickly his mate started overheating and how fast he was to take off his clothes. It wasn’t anything special to see him stroll around naked in the summer, as long as it was just the three of them at home.

That was one of the many benefits or having no direct neighbours except for a small farm about a mile down the road. But then again Jean doubted Eren would have handled it very differently had they lived in a suburb somewhere with sexually frustrated mums peeking into their garden all day. Eren just didn’t care enough about what anyone thought to not make himself comfortable in his own home.

But no matter how often Jean saw his mate lounge around naked and no matter how those many situations were seldom of sexual nature he still could not keep that flare of heat at bay whenever he looked at Eren’s gorgeous body. It was the confidence, he’d decided at some point, that enticed him more than any amount of naked skin. The way his mate was so unapologetic and unbothered even while he was seemingly vulnerable … it was incredibly attractive.

Jean’s thoughts were derailed for long enough that Eren’s eyes flicked over to the table where the basket was still sitting so innocently, then started dipping down to take a look at the red fabric Jean was clutching. Slowly his lips started to pull into a grin.

Of course Eren would get the joke within seconds and of course his reaction would be just like that. It was exactly the kind of thing Eren found an almost cruel glee in. Just like the incident with the bunny ears a while ago.

“What you got there, Little Red?”, he drawled and the smooth dip in his voice did not help Jean’s already overheating brain come up with a clever answer. A snorted laugh from Marco only made Eren grin wider as he stalked closer, setting down his glass on the kitchen table before he reached out to touch the cloak.

“You should have told us about your role play fantasies”, he teased, tugging lightly on the fabric that Jean wouldn’t let go of. “You know we always love to…”

“It was a gift!”, Jean finally blurted before his mate could say anything else that implied Jean was into something as embarrassing and tacky as fairy tale role play. “Sasha sent me a gift! It’s a joke! And I don’t have any role play fantasies!”

With that Jean yanked at the cloak until it slipped through Eren’s fingers and stuffed it back into the package, knowing full well that now this line of conversation was opened and could not be stuffed back into any box again, no matter how hard he tried.

But instead of more teasing from Eren there was some gentle but firm protest from someone Jean would not have expected joining this so soon.

“I don’t know, darling”, Marco hummed, looking amused and maybe even a little smug. “Would you really protest like this if it never crossed your mind?”

“It hasn’t!”, Jean insisted. At least not until he had found the red cloak at the bottom of the box. It was a dumb joke, sure, but…

“Yeah, that sounds an awful lot like someone is overcompensating for his naughty fantasies…” Eren’s purr was low and sensual and when had he even come this close? Almost close enough to lean in and drag his hot tongue along the side of Jean’s neck. The shirt he wore was loose enough, Eren could just tug the collar aside and dig his teeth into the faded mark he had left on Jean’s shoulder, reinstate his claim just like he loved to in bed…

“I wouldn’t mind being a big bad wolf … especially not if I found a cute boy lost in the woods…”

Jean jumped as another pair of hands found his hips, the warmth and smell of Marco’s body a palpable presence behind him, the steady calm to Eren’s insistent simmer.

A quiet growl of agreement against his neck before Eren pulled back just enough to grin up at him.

“Could chase you around a bit”, he suggested, the suddenly spiking arousal obvious in his eyes, the way he paused to lick his lips, “then show you what we do to a pretty thing like you who’s wandering our territory…”

The arousal was a sweet, hot stab low in his abdomen and Jean squirmed between his mates, unable to think when Eren was mouthing along his neck and Marco nuzzled behind his ear.

So they were the ones into this, he realized when his hands found Eren’s shoulders, the skin warm from the sun and sticky with fresh sweat. It did make sense after all. They loved overwhelming him and taking him apart, playing the big bad wolves hunting down Little Red … that actually did hit some well established kinks, no matter how embarrassing and tacky.

The more Jean thought about it, hands gliding over sticky skin and head rolling back to rest against Marco’s shoulder, the more he liked the idea himself. Getting dressed up in a red cloak and carrying around a basket with wine and cookies seemed a bit ridiculous to him. But if it turned his mates on and ended with him being fucked nice and rough out in the open woods … well, he had a feeling that each of them would get what they wanted out of this.

After all he wasn’t exactly the one to judge. Not after bringing the two big bad wolves home in the first place, as Sasha had noted so sharply.

So while Eren started nibbling on his shoulder and Marco purred some more unfairly tempting ideas into his ear Jean started thinking about which of his outfits would go nicely with his new red cloak.

The End

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Okay, so I've been laughing like a dweeb for the past five minutes about this prompt/idea xD Do you think Jean plays 'little red riding hood' with Marco and Eren since he technically has two big bad wolves in his bed?

Please enjoy this with the proper soundtrack lmao

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“What’s that?”

Jean looked up from the package he was just about to open and found Marco leaning in the doorway to the kitchen, a warm smile and a curious expression on his face. For a moment Jean forgot he was currently handling a sharp knife as he noticed his mate was also wearing nothing but a pair of shorts, showing off tan legs and defined muscles…

This was one of the things Jean more than enjoyed about the heat currently plaguing them. There was no time when it was more likely to find his mates looking like they just stepped out of a porno than during the hottest weeks of the year when not even the thick cottage walls could keep the place cool during the day.

Jean caught himself before accidentally cutting off a finger and forced his attention back on the task on hand.

“Remember how Sasha and her boyfriend went to Italy a few weeks ago?”

“I think you’ve mentioned that, yes…”

With a casual air Marco strolled into the room but Jean was well aware of the sheepish little smile Jean’s reaction had painted onto his mate’s face. Marco might not have been as obnoxious about it as Eren could be at times but he still greatly enjoyed derailing Jean’s thoughts and distracting him with as little effort as possible. Granted, that wasn’t too complicated these days, Jean’s mind was easily distracted when his brain was all but being cooked in his skull.

“They sent us a little gift from Florence”, Jean explained as he continued to cut open the package. It had been sealed very carefully and he had to cut several times to finally be able to lift the lid.

Usually Sasha liked to put seals on her letters and packages so Jean would be the only one who could open them. It would be a little puzzle for him to solve, finding out what kind of safety measures she had used this time and taking the right steps to dismantle them. Not that they ever sent each other important things that absolutely required the added protections. But it was a fun way to keep each other on their toes and practise different sealing spells, just in case they would ever actually need them.

This time however any those precautions were absent, all Jean needed to open the package was a sharp knife and some focus. Though his time package had not only been addressed to him but his two mates as well. Which was thoughtful and sweet of her, no question. But it also meant Sasha could not have used any kind of magical seal anyway. She probably didn’t want to end up accidentally hexing Jean’s mates, just in case they got to the package first. A wise decision. Jean would have seen to it to avenge his mates in that case.

“Oh, that’s really nice of them! What is it?”

Before Jean could find out his eyes were drawn away from the box in front of him again and towards Marco, who was leaning over the other side of the table now. His arms looked way too good like that, all thick and strong and … Jean cleared his throat and wiped a drop of sweat from his temple, suddenly even hotter in the thin cotton shirt he was wearing.

Each time it got harder to turn back to Sasha’s present and not examine a whole different gift even closer. But he finally managed to concentrate and flip the lid back completely.

The first thing that went through his head was that Sasha must have used some kind of charm or spell after all. Otherwise the pretty gift basket wouldn’t have stayed as perfectly intact during transport as it had, resting in the middle of the box. But his friend was known to use her magic to help her with presentation as much as with intent so Jean wasn’t exactly surprised to find the bottles of wine unbroken and the box of cookies undamaged.

Carefully he lifted the basket out of the box, admiring the beautiful red bow on the handle before examining the contents more closely. There were two bottles of wine, both deep red but with different labels. Jean wasn’t an expert by any means but he knew enough about wine to know that these weren’t exactly cheap, one bottle Nero D'Avola and an even darker Dolcetto.

Of course the cookies were picked with care as well. The box was coloured paper closed with a smooth string, the clear window in the lid showing delicate little masterpieces, obviously hand crafted. Probably by some kind of traditional bakery Sasha was so good at finding wherever she travelled to.

Aside from that the basket with filled with decorative fabric and a few scattered cloth flowers that must have been enchanted to give off a light, floral scent Jean enjoyed quite a bit. All in all it was a lovely gift and Jean smiled fondly when he handed the basket over to Marco who inspected it with interest.

“Oh wow”, his mate hummed, his appreciation apparent as he studied the labels on the bottles and the delicate calligraphy on the cookie box. “Your friends have amazing taste, all of it looks delicious.”

“Yeah, Sasha really knows her way around food. But don’t ever go to any kind of demo with her. She either knows everything better than the host or starts geeking off with them about the food. I took her to a whiskey tasting once and it was hell. I’m glad there was alcohol to numb the pain.”

Marco blinked at him for a moment, then broke out in amused laughter, only barely managing to settle down the basket before it tipped over.

“No really, she was flirting with the host so heavily I’m sure he went home with her that night. She took a guy home because he knew stuff about whiskey!”

Another bout of laughter before Marco caught himself enough to murmur:

“Oh darling, you took two guys home because you accidentally bound one of them. You really shouldn’t judge how Sasha picks her partners…”

It was said with enough amused laughter in his voice that Jean didn’t take it as actual criticism. He was aware how strange their relationship had started, how strange it still was in the eyes of many people … but he didn’t regret a single thing. How could he regret jumping into bed with not just one but two men he barely knew when in the end it had lead them right here?

Before he could say anything about that though Marco leaned forward to peer into the package and frowned a bit.

“Looks like there’s more?”

He was right. When Jean checked the box he found that it wasn’t empty just yet. There was something else squished against the bottom, some smooth red fabric he pulled out carefully and shook a few times. It unfolded in his hands, far more than Jean would have expected from the crumpled heap it had been before. At first he thought it was a thin blanket or maybe a table cloth.

Then he saw the cords. And the hood.

Part II

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When the door to their apartment opened Eren looked up from where he was sprawled out on the couch, laptop perched on his chest as he was aimlessly clicking his way through youtube. He saw Jean enter the hallway and was about to turn back to the screen where a cute girl was reviewing the video game releases of the last week but then he noticed the dazed look on his boyfriend’s face. A moment later his attention was drawn to the small, red pot in Jean’s hands and the shiny, dark green leaves with lighter spots spilling over the edges.

Shifting on the couch he sat up to get a better look, allowing the laptop to slide down into his lap as he cocked his head to the side. As far as he knew Jean had never shown any interest in house plants. On the contrary, he had proven his brown thumb the few times anyone had been stupid enough to gift him flowers. There was still a pot with the dried up, crumpled remains of what had once been something way more green and leafy on their windowsill.

Eren had to admit he wasn’t much better at keeping plants alive, though. Tasks that had to be repeated on a regular basis like watering and pruning and checking for pests just slipped his mind more often than not and before he knew what happened it had been six weeks since he’d last touched a watering can and then there wasn’t much left for him to water anymore.

Considering their combined incapability to keep anything alive that wasn’t each other it was pretty strange for Jean to bring a live plant into this risky situation. Maybe even a little suspicious. Eren cocked a curious eyebrow.

“What’s up?”, he called into the hallway where Jean was just now kicking off his shoes while he carefully held the potted plant with both hands. As if he was afraid to drop it at any moment if he didn’t pay the utmost attention to it.

Then he looked around, hesitating for a moment before carrying the pot through the hallway and into the living room where he delicately placed it on the coffee table before letting himself fall back onto the couch with a drawn out sigh. Eren stretched out his legs to drape them over his boyfriend’s lap immediately.

There was a moment of silence during which Jean let himself melt back into the couch, one hand absently wandering to splay across Eren’s bare ankle.

“He gave me a plant”, Jean finally mumbled, quiet as if he were speaking to himself. Eren frowned, needing a moment to recall what his boyfriend had told him he’d do today. Then he remembered.

“Your study buddy?”

A quiet hum of agreement.

Well, that explained the dazed expression and careful cradling of the pot earlier.

Jean had the biggest, most embarrassing crush on a guy in his genetics class that had only gotten worse since said guy had started asking him to study together several times a month. Eren really couldn’t decide if Jean’s blushing and stuttering was cute or pathetic … but he was biased and had always enjoyed his boyfriend getting all squirmy so he was leaning more towards cute.

“The library was really crowded today”, Jean began after another moment of contemplation, slowly working his way out of the silent stupor, “so he invited me over to study at his place instead.”

Alright, Eren could imagine how seeing his crush’s apartment for the first time would throw him into somewhat of a nervous breakdown. Not that it had been similar between them when they started dating but their relationship had developed very differently. Jean had been a nervous wreck about Eren’s sister Mikasa quite a few times though, long before him and Eren had started getting closer.

Head rolling over to look at Eren Jean continued, his fingers drawing casual circles across Eren’s ankle.

“You wouldn’t believe his place, Eren. It’s this tiny apartment but everything is covered in plants. I mean literally everything. He has these huge shelves full of pots, they hang from the ceiling and are all over every single surface … it’s absolutely crazy. Like if there was polar opposite to our place, greenery wise, it would be his apartment.”

Eren chuckled, shimmying backwards to get more comfortable again. He could see how that might be overwhelming even if Jean hadn’t been whisked away to that indoors jungle by a guy he was really into.

“He had to move a bunch of pots off the desk so we could work and he kept apologizing while he cleaned up but … everything looked so nice and it suited him so well. So I told him I liked the plants and he got so … happy.”

A soft, dreamy sigh that made Eren’s heart skip. Hearing Jean talk about his cute crush maybe should not have made him this excited for his boyfriend. But it did. Jean was way too cute when he talked about the things and people he loved. He didn’t do it nearly enough, in Eren’s opinion.

“So I asked him more about the plants and he was so adorable about it, telling me about the different kinds and which one he’d gotten recently and all that and he was … glowing.”

“You’re so gay”, Eren smirked, nudging Jean’s thigh with his heel and getting a drawn out groan in turn.

“I knooooooow…”

A quiet huff, a cute squirm.

“We didn’t get that much studying done and by the end he gets that pot”, Jean gestured toward the plant on the coffee table, “and asks if I want it, says he’d love to give it to me since I like his plants that much … and I tell him I’ll just kill it and, well … he says he knows something that might help…”

Jean hesitated at that point in his story, making Eren wonder just how this was going to end. That last sentence had sounded somewhat ominous, after all.

Then Jean reached for the laptop still perched precariously on Eren’s hips and pulled it over, typing something into the search bar. Soon after a channel popped up, lots of pretty, plant themed thumbnails and titles such as “Propagating Healthy Herbs: Dos and Don’ts”, “Seed Starting 101 (Foolproof!)” and “5 Watering Mistakes to Avoid”.

“He has a plant care channel”, Jean all but whined while Eren noticed the impressive follower number for such a niche topic. Then his boyfriend clicked on one of the videos and Eren immediately understood why Jean had fallen for his study buddy.

“That … that’s Marco?”, he stuttered as the gorgeous young man on the screen welcomed them to his video in a beautifully decorated set full of warm sunlight and a sheer abundance of greenery. His face was kind and his smile warm and as he explained which topic they would talk about today his passion was already shining through. Eren understood what Jean had meant when he spoke about Marco glowing.

“That’s Marco”, Jean agreed, eyes on the screen as Marco held up a larger houseplant and showed off the smooth leaves. Eren swallowed, watched the video for a minute longer, then turned back to Jean.

“Any chance you can invite him for private plant lessons?”

Jean’s head whipped around, eyes full of excited wonder, a subtle smirk sneaking onto his face. Eren could already tell he liked the idea. And after all, they really shouldn’t let Marco’s beautiful gift die. What better way to make sure the little plant would survive than inviting over the expert? And if plant lessons weren’t all that was exchanged, well … after seeing the beautiful sunshine Marco Bodt for himself, Eren wouldn’t mind that either.

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Part I

“I’m Eren. You’ll be in mine and Christa’s group. Everyone is really excited to meet you!”

Of course. Eren. That smile, those eyes … it was strange Marco had not recognized him the moment he’d stepped out of the crowd. Of course he’d changed during the years they hadn’t seen each other, was still on the shorter side but broader now, with a muscular build and an angular face that suited him all too well. But the reason Marco had not recognized him instantly was that he would never have expected to find Eren Jäger in a daycare centre of all things.

Amy gave a shy smile and a careful nod, sliding over to lean against Jean’s side. Eren smiled at her again, so very warmly.

“Let me just talk to your dads for a moment and then we’ll have our morning circle.”

He waited for her to give another shy nod before rocking back onto his heels and rising up again, this time holding out his hand for both of them to shake. Neither Marco nor Jean knew what to say.

“Hey”, their old classmate grinned into both their dumbfounded faces. “I was so excited when I saw your application! I mean we all knew you’d end up together and now a kid? That’s awesome, I’m really happy for you two!”

He seemed sincere, his smile unwavering and his cheer contagious. So very different from the closed off, angry teenager Marco mostly remembered him as. Something must have happened in the years they had not seen each other. Something good.

Marco smiled. He was the first to find his voice as well.

“You do seem happy”, he said and Eren smirked, gaze flicking away for just a moment before he looked back at them and gave a casual shrug.

“Yeah”, he murmured, one hand finding its way to his neck in an almost embarrassed gesture. But the smile still on his face didn’t waver. Then he seemed to have an idea, pulling his hand back down to point back and forth between Jean and Marco.

“Hey, how about we catch up over coffee sometime?”, he suggested, eyes so bright Marco would never be able to say no to him. But even Jean seemed charmed by his cheerful presence because this time it was him who had an answer first.

“That sounds nice…” His voice was just a bit thick but not because he was telling a polite lie. Glancing over at his husband Marco could see a subtle flush creep up his neck as Jean reached up with one hand to push his glasses further up his nose.

Eren clapped and bounced on his toes. At least he was still as energetic as he was in school.

“Awesome! I have your number in the back, I’ll text you later. Now I’m gonna abduct this little lady though…”

He leaned down to look at Amy again who had watched their quick exchange with no small amount of suspicion.

“Did you know your dads and I went to the same school?”

Amy shook her head.

“Are you interested in eight years of stories your dads don’t want you to know about?”

She let go of their hands immediately, waving them goodbye as she trailed behind Eren towards one of the rooms down the hallway. Marco snorted a laugh.

“Can’t believe she’ll turn on us this quickly”, he chuckled and looked over at Jean who was only slowly gaining his composure back, clearing his throat and looking around, making sure nobody had paid too much attention to their exchange. When he finished his partly paranoid check he slid closer to Marco, grabbing the hand their daughter had held a moment before. It was a little clammy.

“As long as he doesn’t tell her all the stories”, Jean murmured, low enough so only Marco would hear him. There sure were a few stories from their time at school their daughter should not hear, if only because they would give her dumb ideas. But Marco knew what his husband was actually referring to.

The last time they had seen Eren they had visited Jean’s mother while on break from college. They’d met their old school friend at a local bar and had spent quite an interesting night together… That surely wasn’t a children’s story at all.

“You think he’s still interested?”, Marco murmured back, looking at the way Jean gnawed on his lower lip and reaching the conclusion that at least one person out of the three of them was definitely still interested. Marco himself sure didn’t scoff at the idea either.

“I mean … he basically asked us out for coffee?”

Jean sounded hopeful and Marco understood why. Eren had been a chaotic whirlwind in school but had grown to look very attractive in college. Now, a grown up man who had strangely found his peace in caring for children … that new, happy side of him, that nurturing, balanced presence … Marco had to admit it was hot. Very much so.

“I’m open to it if you are”, he smirked and revelled in Jean’s answering grin before they left the foyer.

Jean might have still blamed himself for uprooting their little family and forcing their daughter to adjust to a whole new life. But there were upsides to living in Trost as well. New friends and pretty parks and ice cream parlours with amazing selections. Cecilia Kirschtein lending a helping hand in taking care of Amy.

And an Eren Jäger who texted them both later that afternoon.

The End

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Erejeanmarco in a babysitters AU! A and B finds out that C works in a daycare center. This is unexpected considering C's personality. Even though this new discovery is good teasing material, A and B notice how good C is with kids and are secretly proud of and fall more in love with C. Inspired by my new discovery and love of Gakuen Babysitters. P.S. Love all of your works!

The move back to Trost had been quite the endeavour for their little family but Marco knew it hit Jean hardest. Despite his best efforts he had not been able to convince his husband that neither of them blamed him for having to come back here, that he didn’t have to feel guilty about wanting to take better care of his mother. Family was important after all and Marco didn’t like the thought of Mrs Kirschtein all alone in that big house either. So they’d quit their jobs, packed their things and drove the three hours of highway to move into the empty flat just above Cecilia’s.

It hadn’t been too hard for Marco to find a job, he came with glowing recommendations from the last two newspaper’s he’d worked at and he had a feeling his old boss had made a few calls that worked out pretty much in his favour.

Jean could even keep his job. He’d worked mostly from home for the last two years anyway and was only needed in the office about once a month. Other than that he got his assignments and worked on whatever designs his clients needed from the comfort of his own home office. Which was way more spacious in their new place as well and considerably brighter thanks to the windows facing south.

Their entire new apartment was much bigger and brighter in general than anything they would have been able to afford in the big city as well. Marco would have felt bad agreeing to a rent this low if Cecilia had not insisted as vehemently.

The neighbourhood was really nice, quiet with a beautiful big park close-by, a few really good daycare options and a wonderful school Amy would love in a year.

There were downsides, of course. Downsides Jean would keep focusing on until they were solved, no matter how good this move had been for their family if one considered the bigger picture.

“I don’t wanna”, Amy whined yet again as Marco leaned across the back seat to open her safety belts.

“I know, princess”, he soothed, voice calm even as he wrestled with the ridiculous seat their daughter had mostly outgrown by now. “But just think about how much fun you’ll have! You’ll make a bunch of new friends and play with new toys and…”

“I don’t want new toys! I wanna stay home with Papa again and draw!”

“Sweetie, we talked about this. Papa has to work again today. But…”

As he tried to lift her out of the seat she squirmed and kicked her legs. He leaned back and let her finish her tantrum before he took another deep breath. He was prepared to negotiate, after all.

“But if you’re good now and give this new place a chance grandma is gonna pick you up before lunch and play with you all afternoon. How does that sound?”

Amy stopped squirming from one moment to the next, perking up with her eyes wide. She didn’t move out of the seat yet but stared at Marco with the utmost attention.

“Really?”, she asked, just a trace of suspicion in the way she cocked her head. “I don’t have to stay for lunch?”

Marco smirked, knowing full well he had already won this fight before delivering the final blow.

“No. Grandma is cooking for you today.”

Amy’s eyes grew wide and a moment later she had already climbed out of the car and grabbed first Marco’s hand, then Jean’s who had watched the entire drama over Marco’s shoulder.

He looked pained, like he was blaming himself for the way their daughter was acting, for making her unhappy, but his expression softened as she tugged both of them towards the daycare entrance with no short amount of enthusiasm.

As much as Amy missed her old friends and her sports team, the park they used to play in and the ice cream parlour Jean used to take her … she would make new friends and find a new sports team. There were lots of nice parks and ice cream parlours in Trost as well and the best thing about their move, at least where Amy was concerned, was how close her grandma was now. There was just no better bribe to get her settled into the new environment than Cecilia’s food and the huge array of different board games that had been collected in her living room over the years.

The glass doors were heavy as Marco pushed them open and it was already pretty busy inside, about a dozen kids were scattered around the foyer with more running around a room in the back, a handful of parents saying goodbye to their children who either clung to them or ran away as soon as their shoes came off.  

They had wanted to be early and avoid the big crowd but Amy had taken longer than they would have liked in the morning and Jean and his soft heart and lingering guilt hadn’t been able to make her go faster. Not that it was a big deal. Marco still had a good amount of time until he had to be at work and Jean could start whenever he liked. They just didn’t want Amy to feel overwhelmed on her first day.

She didn’t seem phased at all though. Not even when a man peeled out of the busy crowd and came over to them, crouching down to offer his hand to Amy.

“You must be Amy, right?”, he smiled and even from further up Marco could tell that it was absolutely dazzling, wide and bright. Amy only hesitated for a moment before she shook the man’s hand. He seemed familiar somehow, the tousled, dark hair, the smooth voice … but Marco only really recognized him when he introduced himself to their daughter.

Part II

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Hi Fen! (Can I call you that?) First I want to say how amazing your writing is! I’m addicted to it. I find myself scrolling through your page for hours reading new fics I haven’t discovered or rereading old favorites of mine. (The JeanMarcoEren pieces mostly). You’re brilliant and a gift to all of the fandoms you create pieces for.

Secondly, I’ve noticed that Marco is always playing the role of the sexual guardian, for a lack of a better term. He’s so graceful and poised with an infections cool and collected demeanor that seems to soothe whomever is so lucky to be the receiver of his attention. He’s also an amazingly nurturing and strong dom. Have you ever written anything where he’s someone’s absolute first?I’ve seen pieces where the others were only slightly less experienced as he, but I can’t get the image of him carefully peeling back the petals of a pretty little flower to help it bloom into a world of pleasure that’s brand new to them.Im sorry I had to send it in so many parts! I hope they all go through

This was one of the most adorable prompts I ever got and I mean the way you wrote it just as much as the prompt itself. I’m sorry I took forever to answer but I hope you’re still around and happy with the resulting cute and awkward EreMarco moment! 

“Don’t look at me like that”, Eren grumbled from his spot against the headboard where he’d suddenly slithered off to right in the middle of a pretty heated make-out session. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes sparking with suspicion, the pillow he’d hugged to his chest as some kind of makeshift barrier between them bunching up under his tight grip.

Marco could only blink in surprise after his boyfriend had rolled away from him so quickly. He pushed himself upright, eyebrows furrowed just a bit.

“How am I looking at you?”, he wondered, unsure what Eren believed to see in his reaction but complete confusion as his brain tried to catch up with the development, the new information revealed to him.

“I don’t know I just … I don’t want your pity, okay? It’s nothing big, I just thought you should know. But maybe I should…”

Before Eren could come to any more hasty conclusions and possibly run off Marco interrupted him with a soft “Hey, it’s okay…” before slowly settling down across from him, a respectful distance between them. The least thing he wanted to do was force any contact on Eren after he’d basically fled Marco’s touch a few moments before. So no matter how much he wanted to reach out and soothe Eren’s flighty nerves with a gentle hand he held himself back.

“First of all: I do not pity you, Eren. You surprised me, that’s all. One moment we’re kissing and the next you push me away. You had me worried for a moment, I thought I might have hurt you. But I’m glad you’re okay and that you just wanted to talk about something.”

He watched his boyfriend’s suspicious expression soften somewhat, the crease between his eyebrows lessening as his fingers relaxed around the edges of the pillow. Whatever Marco had done to spook him into that kind of hasty confession he seemed to be making up for it.

“And you’re right. It doesn’t have to be a big thing. We can just … pick up where we left off and try a few things until we find out what you like. But…”

Here he stopped for a moment, taking in Eren’s defensive posture, the way he was still clutching the pillow to his chest, eyes narrowed and breath quick. His boyfriend was scared and Marco’s heart ached at the thought he might be in part responsible for this.

“I think this is still important to you, isn’t it?”

He wouldn’t have reacted so violently when Marco pulled him closer, otherwise. He wouldn’t have shoved Marco away, blurting out he’d never slept with anyone and then scrambled up to the headboard if this didn’t mean anything to him at all. Being a virgin didn’t have to be a big deal, Eren was right about that. But Marco couldn’t help but think he was lying to himself when he said he didn’t care. Because his actions spoke a very different and much more honest language.

“And that’s okay as well. It’s okay to be nervous and wanting your first time to be special…”

“I’m not nervous!”, Eren insisted in a way that betrayed just how untrue that statement was. It only took a look from Marco for him to concede, squirming just a bit in place. “I mean … maybe a little bit? But … but I’m not some delicate princess and I don’t want you to treat me like one!”

“I won’t”, Marco promised with a smile. If there was one thing he had learned about Eren during their friendship and now while dating him it was that he was anything but delicate. Of course that wouldn’t change in the bedroom.

Even though Marco had to admit that this new confession did halt some of his plans. But that was not a big sacrifice, they could still try some of his more … intense interests after Eren had grown a bit more experienced in general. And Marco was more than willing to help him out with that. If he was entirely honest with himself it even excited him a bit, to be the one to help Eren discover all new facets of pleasure…

“I just told you because it’s fair. In case you … want to change your mind or something. About me…”

“I won’t”, Marco repeated with the same warm smile even though the words left a hot stabbing sensation in his chest. Did Eren really think he would leave him for being inexperienced? Was that why he had all but forced the words out? Because he’d been worried being a virgin was some kind of flaw Marco wouldn’t be able to tolerate?

He’d have to keep that in mind and be sure to show Eren exactly how little Marco cared about that fact. At least not in any way that would indicate it being a flaw.

His answer actually seemed to take Eren off guard for a moment, plush lips parting as he stared at Marco, then gave a confused but quick nod.

“Good”, he murmured, his grip on the pillow loosening once more before he lowered it into his lap. He looked a little lost, pressed back against the large headboard, hair mussed and cheeks still flushed with lingering arousal.

“What now?”

Marco smiled but still didn’t reach out. Eren had moved away from him so it was up to his boyfriend to close the distance as well.

“Well that depends on what you want”, he answered, voice calm and eyes carefully watching Eren. “We can take it slow if that sounds good to you. We don’t have to do anything at all right now, we could just keep kissing. Or maybe you just want to jump right in? Just … say the word and we’ll do whatever you want.”

Eren took some time to mull over the options, gnawing on his bottom lip. Then he seemed to reach a decision, nodding quietly to himself before he spoke:

“Slow sounds good”, he mumbled and Marco nodded with a soft smile. He hadn’t been lying when he said they didn’t have to do anything. This was just as good an option as anything else as long as it meant his boyfriend felt safe and comfortable with him. But Eren wasn’t quite done yet.

“And can I … I want to touch you”, he admitted, voice quiet, almost embarrassed. Marco’s smile grew. That was another option he was just as happy with, of course.

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