@domaystic drabbles day 9 - 'don't make me choose' ft. satoru gojo
nsfw. mdni.
After five years of practically — no, literally — begging to fuck you in the ass, you did not expect your husband to turn into a whiny baby when you finally said yes.
"But what if she gets maaaaddd," Satoru rubs his leaky tip against the puffy folds of your cunt, more so acting like he was being held at gunpoint as opposed to being lazed beneath his wife. Your body hovers over his impatiently, fingers curling around the crumpled sheets.
"Satoru…" you warn. "I swear if you don't make up your mind—"
His eyes widen as he realizes his mistake. "N-no! No, baby, I want to!" With the grace of a baby giraffe he slides himself back further, all the way until he's nudging his cockhead against your tight ring of unbreached muscle. It's wet with lube, slippery and slidey, and he's having fun as he slowly starts to push, shifting your body forward a bit so he can get a better angle …
But now your pussy's rubbing up against his lower stomach, and he can feel how wet you are …
"She wants me though," he protests, glancing down at your pretty mound smearing juices all over. "I don't wanna be mean—"
"Oh for fuck's sake," you huff. "You have five seconds to make up your mind or I'm leaving."
"H-huh?"
"Four seconds."
"N-no, wait! —"
"Three—"
"But baby—"
"Two—"
"Don't make me choose!"
"One—"
He burrows into the comforting warmth of your cunt frantically, making you gasp at the sudden intrusion — at the ridiculous stretch — because nothing could ever be normal with him.
"I'm sorry," he mumbles — but not to you. To your pussy. "You know I still love you the most—that other girl's just gonna have to wait."
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☆ Day 16 of Domaystic | Alt-B "Don't make me choose" | Event by @domaystic
☆ Summary: You and Levi discuss what you both want for the future
☆ Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Gender-Neutral Reader
☆ Genre/Tags: Modern AU, Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff
☆ Word Count: 0.8k
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[ I could not find the original artist. If anyone knows who the OC is, please tell me so I can credit them properly! ]
You lay half-draped over Levi, your head resting on his chest as you listen to the steady heartbeat beneath your ear. You never really realize how much you need moments like this until moments and conversations like this.
“Do you think we’d ever get a pet?” you ask, tracing absent patterns against his shirt.
Levi considers it for a second, then says, “Not something loud. Or messy.”
You snicker against him. “So no dogs?”
“Depends on the dog,” he replies. “But… probably not.”
“A cat then,” you suggest, tilting your head slightly to look up at him. “Or a fish. We can name him Norman.”
He huffs a laugh and his gaze flickers down to meet yours. “A cat is fine.”
You smile, pleased, and you nestle back into him, already picturing a cat—you hope a black cat—curled up between the two of you on nights like this. You already know if you were to get a cat, it would get attached to Levi, and Levi would deny that he has any affection for the cat. You know that would be a lie.
“What about living situations?” you ask after a while. “Apartment forever, or house eventually?”
Levi sighs slowly, his hand now rubbing up and down your back, leaving goosebumps in his finger’s trail. “A house. Less noise. More space.”
“For what?”
He looks down at you. “For you.”
You have to hold back the urge to smile, and instead you just say, “I like the idea of a house. Somewhere a little quieter. Maybe not too far from the city, though.”
“That’s fine,” he says. You already knew it would be fine. It always is with him. He always adjusts to your preferences without causing a commotion. He always listens more than he argues. He always meets you halfway without ever needing to say it out loud. It’s one of the many things you love—and always will love—about him.
You shift your leg slightly and move it between his own. Your hand rests flat against his chest. “Any vacation ideas?”
Levi is quiet for a moment, then he eventually says, “Somewhere without a crowd.”
You laugh softly. “That narrows it down.”
“Mountains,” he adds. “Or somewhere by the water.”
“I was thinking the same. Maybe a little cabin.”
He nods once, like he can already picture it. You can, too. Enjoying nature to its fullest, having a cup of tea while watching the trees or the waves. You imagine nights shared in a temporary, warm space.
“What about kids?” you ask, a little tactful now.
Levi doesn’t respond right away. For a good minute, he stays silent, humming once thoughtfully. You start to think you’ve broken him when he speaks.
“I’m not against kids,” he says after a moment.
You swallow, feeling a prick of guilt rising in your throat. “I don’t think I want them,” you admit, placing the words carefully between you.
There’s a brief pause and a breath. “That’s okay,” Levi says, just as simply as before. You look up at him again, searching his expression for hesitation or disappointment—something—but there’s nothing there except for softened eyes and a slight smile. He shrugs faintly. “I don’t really want to give up my sleep anyway.”
You huff out a small laugh, the tension in your body melting away instantly. “That’s your reasoning?”
“Is there a problem with it?”
You shake your head, nudging him lightly. “You’re silly.”
“I’m sane.”
You make a small noise of acknowledgement, then you tilt your head slightly, mischief creeping in as you walk your fingers along his chest. “Would you give up tea for me?” you ask, curious just to see how he reacts.
Levi freezes. His hand pauses on your back and he pulls back slightly to look at you. He doesn’t answer for a long moment, but you can see the war behind his eyes. “Don’t make me choose,” he says.
“Wow, so that’s where I rank?”
He exhales, eyes flicking up for half a second before returning to you. You see the difference in the lines of his face, now softened by a look that can only be described as a look of pure love and adoration.
“You. Always,” he says under his breath.
The words are simple, but they land in your stomach, sending butterflies fluttering through it. The feeling becomes too much to hold. You were half-joking when you asked him, but to hear him say it so sincerely has your heart beating harder than it should be.
“Levi…” you whisper. You lean up without thinking, closing the distance between you. Your hand slides up to cup his face as you kiss him, full of everything you don’t quite have the words for.
He responds immediately, one hand coming up to rest at the back of your neck, holding you there for just a second longer before you finally pull back, forehead brushing lightly together. Neither of you says anything after that. You just smile at each other.
Levi would never say it out loud—but for you, he’d choose this life every time.
Atreo: "Oh my Watcher, you're so appealing to me, my heart is basically stopping, it's a good thing we can't die from flirtiness."
Zehra: "I can't believe you're saying this. All these years, it's been: stop going through my trash, get out of my bathroom, quit hiding under my bed-"
Atreo: "Not anymore."
*make-out noises intensify*
Zehra: "Oh, Atreo, I didn't know these make-out animations existed."
Atreo: "Mmm, they must be downloaded."
Zehra: " Does this mean..."
Atreo: "We're going to fulfill some wicked whims."
Zehra: "I'm so nervous but SO ready. I love you Atreo-"
*suddenly transported to Midtown Meadows Spa in Newcrest*
Zehra and Atreo: "What the Watcher?!"
Atreo: "I really thought we were going to-"
Zehra: "I really hoped we were going to-"
Not on my watch! It's not that kind of legacy. I've already had to mark this chapter as mature because of all their steamy interactions, just to be safe. We don't have time to waste; they have a challenge to complete.
Atreo: "This is so awkward, look at me. I'm shirtless and all sweaty... Is that normal?"
Zehra: "And I'm in my underwear in public, how mortifying. Do you know why the Watcher did this?"
Atreo: "Because they suck, but also erm... You know that I need to conceive the next heir within two days... I think... I kinda have the feeling... That we need to have... multiples."
Zehra: "Oh. Because they have to battle for the title, and we won't be able to convince a 2nd baby within that time?"
Atreo: "Exactly. I'm sorry... I can't remember telling you about the battle thing though, did the Watcher speak to you again?"
Zehra: "You talk in your sleep... Ah, what the heck, let's do it, I mean, I'm already a mermaid. Seriously, Atreo, I will go so far for you. Do anything, slay anyone-"
Atreo: "Perfect!"
Mei: "So after Summer got me fired from the school for constantly looking at pictures of foxes-"
Atreo: "OMW! I don't care! Just give me a massage!"
Mei: "You are so rude! You WILL let me talk about foxes!"
Zehra: "Okay, I need you to give me a massage that makes me like crazy fertile. If you fail, this entire generation is pretty much doomed... that cool with you?"
Jules: "As a Sim who has just acquired the massage skill, I will... try?"
Jules: "You have a lot of tension in your, erm, scars."
Zehra: "Yeah, I was a scout since childhood... I think this is working; my blood is boiling in a very viral way."
Mei: "And my 12th favourite thing about foxes is they have little cute noses."
Atreo: "Ugh, these aren't even fox facts! I like foxes, you're ruining them for me!"
Zehra: "What's cooking, good looking? It-It's me. My blood is boiling, apparently. No better time to get me pregnant!"
Atreo: "Before I absolutely try to do that, I feel we need to make this official. Will you be my romantic partner?"
Zehra: "You don't have to feel like we should rush into anything, but yes! Of course!"
Atreo: "Let's celebrate by becoming very young parents, on our very first woohoo."
*smooching*
Atreo: "I don't know what it is about this sauna, but I feel like I've been here before."
Zehra: "It is so hot, can we please do this before my fertility moodlet runs out and I die from overheating?"
*steamy smooching*
I didn't mean for this to be the heir conception sauna, but I seem to have inadvertently made this a tradition now.
And I am crossing absolutely everything in the hopes that this gives them at least twins. Come on, Atreo, be useful for something!
*30 sims minutes later*
Zehra: (gasps) I finally did it. He's mine forever!
Atreo: "Well? Well, well, well, well, well?! Are you? Did we do it? Or do we need to try again? I'm VERY okay with that, I-I mean if we have to..."
Zehra: "We don't need to, my love! I'm VERY pregnant! I mean, you can sort of just tell by looking at me, my stomach already popped."
Atreo: "Ah! This is amazing! Wow, we are just THAT good!"
Yeah, well, they both have the fertile trait, trying for a baby on a layline lot after a fertility massage. It REALLY needs to be twins, I don't want to think about how else I'm going to complete this challenge!
Zehra: "There's a part of you growing inside me, feeding off me. It can take all of me, because it's part of you."
Atreo: "That's... one way to... describe pregnancy."
Zehra: "I'm just so happy!"
Atreo: "Yeah, so am I."
That's right, Atreo, keep ignoring these red flags.
at this point in time i’m about 30k in. it’s more or less 4 chapters. more or less because i gave up writing chronologically during nanowrimo and jumped around somewhat. i did a baby nanowrimo with an achievable goal of 15k, 500 words a day because i thought 50k might be a bit ambitious for someone who has only ever written short fiction before and just got back into writing. but it has motivated me so much that i decided to keep doing that. i have set a new 15k goal for december on the nanowrimo website because the word count keeping me accountable is very motivating to me and i want to get into a routine where i just wite 500 words a day, no matter what.
so the story i’m writing right now is m/m (bet you’ve never heard of a fanfiction writer doing that, am i right ladies? i’m really woke) and it’s intensely smutty. like monumentally smutty. but it’s not just porn, there’s also angst, hence the url.
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