#i feel like i wrote too much though aaah

[vitamin-cunt]

A/N: ahhh sorry anon, I didn't know if these characters were together or separate so I wrote them separate 😭- V

CW: degradation, foot humping, low key footworship when I think abt it, loss of virginity, vibrators up their asses yall already know what's up

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Painslut! Tanjiro would be too shy to admit he's feeling good.

"I-it- mmmh, it feels weird- nnngh~ this is weird, this is weirddd!"

It was fucking cute to see Tanjiro take a virbator in his ass the first time. What had been a joke between friends had turned into a serious proposition when he'd asked you to take his virginity one drunken night.

You could feel his cock twitching beneath your foot, even with your house slippers in the way. He was spread out against his couch, legs tied and kept apart and arms tied to his back.

You couldn't help but laugh out loud at the display. "Poor, poor thing. You were never gonna be able to have normal sex anyway, hm?" You lean forward, lightly but surely adding pressure to the foot on his cock. "Aren't you glad I took your virginity before other people found out you like to have weird sex?"

His face scrunched up and the tears pressed out in a hot stream against his burning face, running past his quivering lips. He slipped out a breathy moan, as if he had previously been trying to hold his breath and finally been forced to let it out.

He was squirming beneath you, though you took note of how his hips bucked upward and into your foot, as if inviting the pain.

He was clearly ashamed, he could barely look at you. He'd opted to bury his face in his shoulder instead, where he could cry freely.

"I-I'm not- nnngh- weird, this is weird, it's weird!" He moaned into his shoulder.

"Oh?" You ask, stepping harder on his cock. "So normal people like getting their virgin dicks stepped on?"

He, notably, didn't answer.

His thighs shook from the pressure. Every part of his body had become flushed.

It was too much for him, because soon, he was throwing his head back and gasping for air, ready to cum.

He'd thrown shame to the wind, gladly grinding against the pain of your foot, humping until he was spurting pathetically onto your slippers and his stomach, thick and hot, moaning through it.

You didn't hesitate to shove your slipper in his face and tell him to lick it clean.

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Painslut! Zenitsu would beg you to keep going.

"Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, haaah! Nooo, don't stop, not now, no, not yet!"

Zenitsu was nothing but shameless. He loved the pain, the constant buzz of the virbator snug in his ass verses the sharp pain of the pressure of your foot against his cock.

"You're gonna get my foot dirty-" you groaned, referring to the slick mess of a cock you had beneath your foot. "Fuck, you're so gross! How am I gonna clean this shit up?"

He'd grabbed your ankle now, desperate to keep you close. He was humping your leg through the pain, leaning forward so he could press his teary face against your calf.

"I know, 'm gross! Haa-aaah! Just a gross fucking pig! I don't deserve your hands, so give me your foot! P-punish me with your virbator!"

You almost felt sorry for him. But with his eyes rolled back into his skull and his blissed, tongue-out grin, you knew he was in heaven.

Fine. You would spare him.

Your hands wove their way into his hair, pulling his head back as you dug your heel onto his cock, your foot almost slipping from the sheer slick beneath it.

He came almost immediately, as you'd expected. The tears were rolling fat and heavy down his cheeks and landing in his lap, and, unfortunately for you, on your foot.

You would make sure to punish him for that later.

[fumiku]

Hear ye hear ye!

I come bringing two Dungeon Meshi marchil fanfics to share

Enough

He got crumbs of it in moments, here and there, and it would be more than enough to last the winter. Chil knew how to live on little, with only what he could afford. But love? Love he had had enough of for a lifetime.

I'll start with the shorter one that I wrote first, a quick Chilchuck POV 1.3k words oneshot that's bittersweet if not just plainly sad. It’s about repressing a crush essentially, but the marchil is mostly a front for a character study about Chilchuck’s complex feelings on his marital situation and love in general. I’ve been told many times in comments that even without shipping marchil it was enjoyable, so give it a shot if that sounds interesting!

He soaked her in, like hard bread softening in broth.

Grind Me Down Sweetly

Even years after their journey into the dungeon, Marcille wasn’t quite over her existential dread over short lifespans… And it showed. Every other day, she came by to Chilchuck’s locksmith shop with a shocking lack of locks to smith.

Coffeeshop au except it’s not an au and there’s no coffeeshop. This one is a long oneshot of 17k words, and contains flashbacks that are meant to loosely span over a year. This fic can pretty much be entirely read as platonic. They’re just close friends but they give married energy is all. Slice of life and cozy with a side of banter & tsundere behavior, and existential dread hurt/comfort as the cherry on the sundae. It contains some classic Dungeon Meshi things like storytelling through cooking and sharing meals~ If you like the Marcille and Chilchuck dynamic in canon, this is pretty much just a bunch of that, shenanigans abound!

She clung to her friends like time was always running out.

Blonde hair is the epitome of beauty to him meanwhile his greying hair brings her existential despair. I am composed and collected about this

"I am going to chase you out with a broom"

Some related-ish memes I made!

Extra author notes and marchil rambling under cut

With how chil is so irritable and private about romance and his feelings it makes sense that their romance would have passive-agressive energy. Are they just friends or pining? Oh wouldn’t you like to know. Are they just lightheartedly bantering or is he legitimately pissed or are they blinking in morse code their true feelings at each other? Yes

My post-canon timeline is Chilchuck lives a nice life living alone in his house-shop except his friends all visit him and care, and even though he likes living alone it’s also bittersweet and every corner of his life is haunted by the ones he loves and loved and the moments he had with them. That’s it that’s all I want… (mostly the nice life part lol)

My marchil manifesto is that she grows on him stubbornly like fungal yeast and it brings out his flavor like beer <3 Because she stubbornly puts her nose everywhere and refuses to give up on getting closer to her friends and it makes him open up and repress his feelings less and aaaa <33 Obligatory shout out to the dunmeshi discord serv for engaging with my rambles

For someone who dislikes alcohol I’m having so much fun working beer metaphors and stuff into the writing, Chilchuck has all the fun motifs to play with fr... Traps, lockpicking, married life, work, destitution, starvation, rejection, repression, opening urself up to the world. Give me the most domestic fluff and give it a subtle foundation of angst and hurt comfort 👌

And I do think that Marcille takes a particular interest in Chilchuck especially because he’s so set on being a closed book as well. Yeah she def is like 👀 at him. Aaah the way she wants to meet his family so bad 😭💕 I think she romanticizes him & his family life/idealizes him as a virtuous husband a lot too. Like how she tends to think of things in a more flowery story-like way.

I do compare him to bread and her to soup in that he soaks up in her warm vibes and softens up. Which has become a personal favorite. He was bread, she was soup, can I make it any more obvious /lyr Soggy bread Chilchuck is so funny to me. Like, you know that rock solid bread but then you soak it in soup and then it just becomes the softest crumbliest thing. I think Chilchuck is a really hard bread that will break your teeth if you don’t put him in some soup beforehand. Or wine. I wracked my brain a lot about what food Chil would like (because his Adventurer’s Bible profile just says he love alcohol and hates sweet dishes rip) and I end up giving him a bread motif a lot, since it pairs well with alcohol and whatnot.

With marchil I either do unrequited angst because Chilchuck will NOT allow himself to feel, or the most domestic fluffy shit ever but in a mostly platonic dimension because once again -gestures at Chilchuck- But in a true Marcille "If I was Chilchuck’s wife" Donato fashion she manages to get her nose into the most stubborn’s people stuff like a barnacle and it’s. So married people coded anyways. They’re a lil messed up but it’s ok they’ll iron out those bumps. Ironing because they are gonna do the most domestic chores together 🔥🔥 MARRIEDCORE I TELL YOU I should get around to making more fics and more different vibes though, I already have a bunch of prompts written down~

Even more rambling and headcanons!!

I hc that when he gets his shop all his living quarters are half-foot sized so whenever the party comes to visit they suffer sitting down at the dinner table and whatnot

There’s a very specific horror in not being able to grow old with your loved one… It’s gotta be rough being in a relationship where you don’t mature at the same speed/rate. It must be so heartbreaking to turn around and your lover suddenly looks 70 while you’re still like 26 Chilchuck living until he lives with either Meijack or Flertom or at the castle and spends his days grumbling about people being even more incompetent than they used to be real. He can live longer than 50 🙏 come on peepaw you can make it to 70. He’s got so many friends ready to nurse him, prob while he complains about it. This is why I find elderly half-foots a funny mental picture. For a while I wondered if half-foots aged visually much at all in the traditional sense, and then I remembered these.

In my post-canon headcanons I’ve adopted the idea that Marcille doesn’t do her hair, it’s always someone else making her hairdos like an attendant or Kabru and like maybe Falin learns. In the "it takes a village to raise someone" community mutual aid energy… And the rare times where the task befalls Chilchuck he learns how to put it in a single braid (even if it’s so much hair for him to hold in his small hands all at once rip) because the one time he braided it in two in canon it reminded him of Meijack and gave him psychic damage. WHICH. Ohhh my god you have no idea how much I care about Chilchuck’s daughters now. After writing the first half of Grind Me Down Sweetly I am forever changed I know them all by name and know everything there is to know about them, I am making so many headcanons every day… Meijack wears thigh-high boots because she hates when sand, dirt or snow gets in her shoes- I have fanart coming up of them over at @fuumiku and I’d love making fics centered around them as well eventually yippee The angst of old senile Chilchuck still tying marcille's hair... Old senile chilchuck confusing marcille for one of his daughters… "Have you gotten taller? Oh how much you’ve grown" -breaking his neck looking up at her- I want Chilchuck to get the top notch elder treatment.

Ok this is the alcoholism tangent. I really want to believe Chilchuck can be super old, but… Realistically he’s gonna drink himself to an early grave, he’s a work hard play hard kinda guy.

Marcille would be horrified if she knew the extent of it fr fr, but I do think it’d drive a wedge between them if she tried getting him to lay off of it… If he’s open to it though that’d be so nice and sweet. Hey hey btw did you know, Chilchuck is canonically underweight due to extremely strict dieting and alcohol can act as a good hunger suppressant! Lots of issues to dig into here It’d be cute if his daughters visit him often and collectively keep tabs on him in a caring way. It’s less cute actually beinh the daughter and having to deal with it but- CHILCHUCK IS WORTH IT okay!!! Where’s that meme of "You can fix him? So is 5 other people y’all look like a construction crew" bc this increasingly looks like ‘Marcille Senshi Laios Izutsumi and his family make sure he doesn’t poison himself like a dog with chocolate’ mission.

Truly for some people reason just flies out the window when it comes to alcohol, coherence gives way to excuses. He reminds of someone I know who got a grave disease that’s worsened by alcohol and just. Continues to take it regularly. You know that thing that’s said where "an alcoholic parent will have 2 kids, one will grow to be alcoholic too while the other will never touch a drop of alcohol" and Chilchuck is def the first I think. He gives the vibe that he’d say "An alcoholic parent puts a strain on familial relationships?? Pshh, my father was and look at me! I turned out great!". I don’t think Chil could really get shaken out of it at this point tbh, seems very ingrained in him, would prob fight it back. I relate with my own familial situation ughh. Maybe if he realized how it hurt the people around him and not only himself though…. I’d def like to see him ease up on it. Drinking is often a social activity though. That gives me hope, especially with the whole dunmeshi lesson of sharing meals, that he might be able to/have recontextualized how or when he likes to take alcohol, that alcohol is better when you have others with you and you’re still able to talk and whatnot. Chilchuck says that he’s pretty picky with alcohol tho, like he has specific tastes or a high bar. Laios can ban good beer in the kingdom and then Chilchuck just stops because it all tastes awful and he’s not rich enough to import. The brewery he likes mysteriously burns down in a fireball incident one night. Marcille risks prison for her loved ones part 2, now with diplomatic immunity! ✨

I have hcs about Chil’s family dynamic, about his daughters and how alcoholism or workaholism may have affected everyone (not me inferring that Puckpatti being the most idealistic and optimistic from Chil’s daughters is probably a result from her being the youngest and perhaps Chil being the most often at work during that time and so she was mostly raised by her mother without much involvement from him). That’s a topic for another day though, for now I leave you all with thoughts of Flertom painting flowers on a shitty ceramic mug when she was 3 and Chil begrudgingly asking Marcille advice on picking a birthday gift for Puckpatti :) Oh yeah, because if we look at the timeline in The Adventurer’s Bible and combine it with when Chilchuck said that "Due to certain circumstances he hasn’t seen his wife or daughters in years" in the Senshi backstory chapter, besides letters with Flertom he has seemingly not seen them in 4 years. 4 YEARS. Thank god dungeons disappeared, it took that much for him to retire

[sukirichi]

SUKIII I DON’T KNOW WBAT TO FEEL ANYMORE ?!? i wanted a rintarou redemption but then i saw that ending, then it REPULSED ME omfg i love rintarou in general but i have sm anger for him afternthis HE’S SUCH AN ASS I CAN’T BELIEVE I WANTED A REDEMPTION ARC BEFORE READING THIS 😭😭

he’s making me so damn confused, like does he love yn, does he not? why’d he leave?? what is he going to do next?? WHY WONT HE WAKE UP AND SEE IRIS DOESN’T ACTUALLY LOVE HIM!?! like he already realized that but why won’t he leave her instead??? what is he going to do nEXT WHY IS HE SO ANNOYING UGH i cried real tears & i feel so bad for omiyn plsplspls now i js want their end game

though,, as much as i do want the omiyn ending i don’t think yn deserves to stay in the royal family or at least not suffer from it :(( she deserves sm better & i think suna has to do some SERIOUS groveling and... pagbabawi?? LIKE (im not sure what the english of bawi is) HE JUST NEEDS TO DO SOOOOOO MUCH to get me back on his side again ok !!

i’m sorry for this rant omg i have so much emotions after reading ch11 and this is some RAW reactions bcs i wrote this immediately finishing the update 😭😭 i love ur writing style so much, nothing has ever made me /feel/ much like your fics hshwhahqha ILY SUKI THIS IS WHY UR MY FAVORITE

no, i feel you!! its like you want him to do the right thing and stop messing up so redemption arc please but after everything he does, its like... would we still even support him once he’s finally doing the right thing? can he be given a second chance after all that? </3

also help, not all of us crying because of omiyn on that chap and not bcos of suna 😭 but on the last part though, he left and took off his ring because the way the princess looked at him made him feel like she hated him, so he thought he didn’t deserve to be her husband in that moment. n yeah i think pagbabawi is right (?) i am honestly the best at tagalog either bb, i’m sorry ahsjeqndwb. also gosh i AGREE like. i want omiyn ending so bad too but i can’t imagine how it’ll be if she stayed in the royal family. although... if she was married to prince kiyoomi, it honestly wouldn’t be too bad. omi’s already perfected the work life balance and lives a very private life + he’s rich even without his titles so... giggles, he’s perfect, yeah.

aaah please don’t apologize for the long messages or rants, i don’t mind! if anything i love love hearing everyone’s thoughts 🥺 and thank you so much for all the love on dtd, i’m going to melt from everyone’s sweetness 😭

[macfrog]

Hello…..San Angelo?!?!?! 🙏🙏

they way you wrote joel’s perspective had me on the FLOOR??? i’m in so much awe of your beautiful brain!!!! really curious as to how you manage to write the characters perspectives so deeply and beautifully.. is it a whole process of getting yourself in their head or does it just come naturally?

also rereading scom is my only grasp on sanity right now so thanks for that masterpiece✨

aaah thank you so much! cries

it's sort of fifty-fifty, i guess? like, on the one hand, i am conscious of joel's character as i write him. it's always in the back of my mind - the things i think he would or wouldn't do. everything he says, does, thinks and feels has to track with who he is (and, in the case of san angelo, who he becomes). it's just an important part of the process, for me.

that being said, i don't think i'm doing any of it intentionally. he's just a very well-rounded character who i've spent a fair bit of time playing, watching, admiring lol, so he feels quite easy at this point to predict and imitate. i think (hope) i know him pretty well - so i just guide the story where i want it to go and watch how the dude reacts.

joel and reader always just feel like active agents in my head. when it starts to feel like i'm getting too involved and directing or positioning them a little too heavily, that's when i figure i've bled outside of his character. if i have to convince myself that he's doing something, then he probably wouldn't realistically be doing it.

i hope that makes sense. i'm stepping off the soapbox now, dw. but thank you for such a lovely question! i love talking about this man.

and thanks for reading! so glad you're enjoying :-) x

edit: make that old man do whatever the fuck you want him to, though. who the hell am i and who the fuck cares - it's fanfiction!

[sanchoyo]

Hiiiiii, it is I again!! I just finished Cold Love and gosh!

The ending was just so nice, mostly when I thought SHIGGY WAS DYING FOR A MOMENT- 😭 Then they were just being super sweet at the beach and I ngl cried a little, they all deserved that happiness <3 I also still wanna cry (In a good way tho) BECAUSE I FINISHED THE WHOLE THING I wanna write a little note to myself, next to my bed, erase my memories about these 2 fics, then wake up next morning, read the note and reread the whole thing with as much joy as the first time! I'm gonna reread them FOR SURE, but not now as they're still fresh in my brain :3

And you know, Cold Love has opened my mind more than it already was I mean I already love heroes and villains, but you've put a lot more details that made me go: "Shit, I didn't think it was THAT much"

The way you wrote how the hero commission treats heroes made me think of what my parents always tell me about Actors and Models. "Their lives/bodies don't belong to them, it belongs to the company they work for" That sentence hit me even more when the chapters were Hawks centered. Poor guy, he was a literal lab rat. The worst is that he ISN'T THE ONLY ONE GOING THROUGH THAT

Villains, I already sympathized with a lot, in other medias and MHA too But your fic made me realize that, when they do those crimes, it's for them but mostly for OTHERS as well!! They're like heroes, in a way, because they want to make society BETTER. They do this because they know how it feels to be rejected, hated and they want to change it so NO ONE ELSE has to go through this. Also, we often see them not caring about dying if they do achieve their goal, because they know next gens will have better lives than they ever had. WHICH I THINK IS HELLA SAD BUT SO NICE OF THEM???

Though I DON'T agree with them taking lives of course, but I don't hate them anyways because, when they've been rejected by everyone and everything, how else are they supposed to get attention? Very unfortunately, crimes is often their answer…

I think, if I was in MHA, I'd also opt for the Vigilante route. Fuck the hero commission lmao

I won't tell why, but let's just say that I'm more compassionate about villains now <3

ON A MUCH LIGHTER NOTE!! Fanart for Warm Healer is on the way!! So keep an eye open? :3

Fun fact for Cold Love: When Bret asked why Dabi was in the closet, I blurted out: "BECAUSE HE'S GAY!!" Lmao

So yeah, just wanted to say your fics are great! They've inspired me into improving my own fics <3 I even started making my own Shiggy x Reader AND a Dabi x Reader too! Because most of them are smut centered and I don't want just NSFW ya kno?

Anyways, I'm done rambling lol Thanks for writing WH and CL, thanks for inspiring me, thanks for bringing me joy and sorry for rambling that much lmao

Hope you're doing well, lots of love, take care and keep being awesome!!

thank you so much for such a long, sweet message 💗💗💗

I really enjoy bnha fics where the writers closely examine the society and its problems because its SO interesting (and im kind of sad the way it went in canon, I wanted a lot more and found the school setting kind of restricting for it in general, but we'll always have fics haha) i'm glad you enjoyed me doing that just a little bit! (maybe it was kind of weird to include in a romance SI series, but also it would've felt like a huge disservice in my opinion because ALL of the villains stories are influenced by the society they live in and how heroes are treated...)

aaah again, don't feel obligated to do the fanart but if you do, definitely tag me/send it my way, I'd love to see!! 🥺 (also you're writing your own shigaraki/reader and dabi/reader!!! omg!! I hope you have fun making your own!!! they're so fun to write <3 I agree on the wanting more SFW SI fics, sometimes I just wanna go on silly adventures with my favs y'know? :"))

no need to apologize for rambling!! I'm so happy to hear you enjoyed it so much!!! your message made my day ^_^ I hope you have a good day too and your writing/art projects go well!!

[devilsainz]

It all started with a joke (Charlos one-shot)

second time trying to make sense of these charlos thoughts in my head. I dont take myself seriously so no one should take my writing skills either. I do these mostly for me, when i feel like it. English is not my first language either and i barely reviewed what i wrote so... read at your own risk.

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It all started with a joke.

"Hey, did you heard what everyone is saying about us? That we are the most handsome driver pairing in f1 history." Carlos said with a teasing smile that only handsome men that know theyre handsome men know, while he was scrolling through his phone, sitting in that red couch, in the free time they found when working together .

Charles giggled in return while he was in a distance from him, "come on, lets focus on the performance on the car for now, carlos, please!"

"No i was just saying, cabron, i think it might give us a boost, you know? in our confidence, and even better our ~performance~"

"you just love yourself too much dont you?" Charles said shaking his head lightly.

"Ehm... ok, now ill be serious. But its quite funny, i guess. i still feel flustered by it, actually, when the girls call me guapo out loud sometimes... i just try to get used to it joking, you know".

"I mean, theyre not lying. Youre indeed a very handsome, aaah- how do you say it? Cabron. A very handsome cabron, i'll give you that."

"Ok connoisseur of beauty, gracias for the compliment even though you just called me a bastardo"

"I cant make you get used to much to it, mate.-"

"Maaate! What are these people on?" Carlos said with a cackle in his throat.

"Ok, now you got me curious, bastardo, let me see what are you-"

"~he looks at him like he wanna kiss him so bad~" carlos said mocking in a over sweet toned voice.

"Oooh my god, these people are really going crazy nowadays" Charles commented between their shared laughter.

"Look at this one: 'i want someone to look at me like he is looking at Charlie's lips' -now where am i even look-"

"To be fair, it really looks like it, Carlos, sorry" he let escape a shy laugh.

"Shut the fuck"

"You have to look at the picture, carlos... try to understand their narrative, its very simple, come on"

Charles zoomed in the picture and showed carlo's eyes darting in the direction of his lips.

"Eh, cabron, now that looked really weird, to be fair" he grimaced. They looked into each other and there was a awkward silence until they broke into laughter again.

"Look, we have this effect on people apparently... cause we are so handsome, these weirdos just want us to start making out in front of the camera! I guess its something in their brain chemicals" Carlos said moving his fingers like trying to explain a magic trick.

"Oh mate, come on, get off of it now, this is too much junk for today" charles said with his breath apparently catching up now after laughing so much.

"Yeah, i think its enough, carlos closed the instagram app and put the phone in his pocket."

The awkward silence fell again.

Charles, desperate to break the unconfortableness, tried to start a conversation: "but like, imagine if there were actually, you know, gay-uh-lgbt people and they have to live a life like this, with people analyzing every move they make, in formula 1 in all places-"

"Yeah, you're right... like, we live in a such microscopic world already, and then having people to judge you because of, you know, something that is not even related to the job, like- yeah that must be though" Carlos complemented, now the conversation got into a more serious tone.

"I mean, that sucks. I heard about that guy called Adrian Sutil, and its not that i care, but i mean, we have no idea where he is now- i mean, good for him i guess- but its... i dont know how to explain but maybe its like these people dont even show themselves that much like we do you know?"

Carlos nods while listening and looking at what charles has to say intently as he speaks.

"Like, we and lando, we just go around kicking, punching ouselves in the groins all the time because we dont have to worry about it, you know?" Charles continued.

Carlos says now back to his joking tone: "Ah, this motherfucker is obsessed with my bal-"

Charles interrupts with his high pitched laughter as he squeezes carlos shoulders in his hand.

"No, but now im being serious: did you see how we went from joking, to then talking seriously, then we are just joking again?" Carlos said, self aware, like he just witnessed something he didnt before.

"yeah?"

"See, this is the ~chemistry~ Silvia keeps talking to us about... Cause we get along so good together and naturally... i think people just start to get, you know, hooked up on us! And... crazy, and to see we make out" He said very proud of himself and of charles while he gave some light pats on Charles back.

"Yeah... thats... true, carlos, thats true!" He said just realizing how actually good his relationship with his teammate was. "And ii meeann, we would make indeed a veryy- handsome couple!" Charles giggled as he always did when he feels like he just said something silly.

"But its true! You are a handsome fella. I mean i feel weird praising myself like this, but i am a handsome fella... we together, we would just be two handsome fellas, you know, its math" he said using his hands again, like someone enthusiastically explaining math.

"See, this is why i dont compliment you." Charles said with an harmless teasing smile. "But you ~are~ handsome, mate. If i was a girl- i'd problably try something with you, actually- not to sound weird or any-"

"Nah, dont worry, mate." Carlos gave a strong pat on charles back. "This is completely fine actually, i mean i think its nice that we dont have this uh, awkwardness, between each other, cause its very silly if we stop to think about it." Charles nodded agreeing. "And if i was a girl, i would try hitting up on you, too." Carlos said reassuringly, with a wink, which made Charles blush, not that its hard to make him blush, but...

"Thanks, mate".

"if you want a kiss, just tell me. These people may like it."

"Bastardo-"

Charlos kicked him in the shin, which carlos responded by grabbing and pulling, while charles tried to push his shoulders and get free off his arms holding his leg, making them fall off the sofa while carlos saw the opportunity to tickle him while he fell on top of Charles body.

"Stop mate, we are doing way too much in our free time" charles said trying to supress his giggles with the tickles.

"Stop what? Do you think ill kiss you or?"

Suddenly, the air in the room fell heavier.

The giggling stopped. Now Charles was staring at Carlos lips while he realized Carlos did the same with his.

"I dare you." The tone serious as his lust now.

Carlos went for it and kissed. Just like he kissed his girl for the first time, short and sweet, but now it was Charles. He pulled his head back, stared at charles for a brief moment, and realizing he was looking at him with that same look of discovery mixed with lust, kissed him again.

Charles just let himself be guided by the older man kiss, now going slower in rhythym, heavy with tongue, short in breath, thick in grunt.

After what felt somewhat between 15 hours or 15 seconds of a long kiss, they went back at staring each other, now the reality slowly bringing them back to their feet.

"Sorry, mate- i dont know what the fuck i-" Carlos said standing up

"No its fine i dont know either-" Charles stand up swiftly trying to make sense of what happened

"I just fucked up didn-"

"Pshh, dont say that. Its okay mate, its just a kiss. Nobody has to know."

"You really mean nobody, right? Like nobody."

"Of course, why the fuck would i do that"

"I dont know- i mean- i dont- i wouldnt think you'd tell anybody either way, i'm just-"

"And i wont." Charles said looking him in the eye and making him silent. "I give you my word. Nobody will know".

he extended his hand open in a handshake.

"I give you my word too, dont worry." He said back nodding, with a look that could only mean truth.

They shaked hands, firmly in their promise. After the silence settled in again..

"And... honestly... mate, your kiss was really good. I tell you that." Charles said all red as the ferrari color he was destined to wear, his face nervous but with a smile in his eyes that Carlos saw through.

"Thanks." Carlos said smiling shyly, blushing just as he did when people called him guapo in public.

And just like that, them standing in front of each other, there was two knocks on the door as a voice called "Carlos? Charles?". Time to go back to work.

[seiwas]

hi sel!! #3, 23, & 24 for the end of year fanfic asks please!!

noos!! aaah thank you for sending 🥺

send me any number from this fanfic writer ask game!

#3 favorite line/scene you wrote this year

omg a favourite line is impossible bc i sadly forget what i write the moment i hit post 🥲 but i will say!! one of my fave scenes to write was the car scene from this megumi fic 🥺 mostly because it's personal to me!!

And you think, with your music playing over the comfortable silence you’ve built, being in his passenger seat one too many times—this feels nice.  Any other day and you’d hate traffic as much as the next person, but not right now.  Megumi’s eyelashes are long, pretty, stretching on for miles—and you wonder if this drive with him can extend to the length of them, if you can stay in this traffic jam a little longer just to be in this moment with him.  “Sorry, are you cold?” Megumi asks, interrupting your stare.

i always try to include 1-2 lines that feel ~satisfying bc i think my sentence constructions are really simple!! so to add some kind of dynamic to it i guess!!

#23 fics you wanted to write but didn’t

omg my wip list grows by the day noos 🥺 i wanted to write my ex!bakugo fic this year but am so intimidated by him that i struggle to start even tho i have everything in place alr 😭

there's also an escort!reader x nanami idea that i have but will probably never write 🥹 it's a skill gap on my end i think sfbsdhfsj idt i'm a good enough writer to give justice to that kind of concept!!

also wanted to write more for my iwa series this yr but figured i'd wait till next year when the hq hype comes back!!! (am gonna re-edit everything!! might reformat it too)

#24 favorite fic some unforgettable fics you read this year

noos... you opened a dam with this question... how can i possibly just choose one... are you kidding me... i can't choose one... so i'm putting everything under the cut... gonna give myself 5 per fandom 😭 (you can tell im very partial to friends to lovers 😭😭😭)

also!! there are a lot of fics in my tbr that i haven't gotten to yet!! and everything i reblog is pretty much a fic i recommend 🥹

hq!!

over the course of 24 hours by prettyiwa (iwaizumi hajime x reader) [10k. friends to lovers.] my favourite iwaizumi fic ever 🥹 i reread it once a year hence why it's here

an observer of longing by shibaraki (iwaizumi hajime x reader) [18k. friends to lovers.] took me like 4 hours to read this bc i wanted to savour it. and was lying down in bed, staring up at the ceiling crying when i was done 🥺

miya atsumu and the chronic lovesick disease by fushisagi (miya atsumu x reader) [12k. friends to lovers.] the thematic consistency in this is so good & i still think abt this to this day!!

long shots by ahtsumu (miya osamu x reader) [5k. TA!atsumu.] solidified me reading for osamu—he's soooo attractive here.

seasons by mintmatcha (hanamaki takahiro x reader) [6k. friends to lovers.] fully roped me in being a makki fucker 😭

jjk

half agony, half hope by seravphs (gojo satoru x reader) [ongoing series. knight!gojo.] superb. that's really all i can say about this. the want and tension is gripping.

wormwood by linkcities (gojo satoru x reader) [25k. friends to lovers.] heartwrenching and achey. so so good. 🥲

oh my destiny, how far you have sprung now by twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat (gojo satoru gen fic) [5k. canon divergence.] such an interesting look into something i don't normally see written on gojo. written beautifully too!

(though we may) fall apart by stellamancer (gojo satoru x reader) [4k. canon compliant ish.] amazing buildup & the tension is insane too. 🤧

keeping up with the fushigojos by augustinewrites (gojo satoru x reader)

[ongoing series. found family.] sooo cute and feel-good. their lil family lives in my mind rent free!! 🥹

bnha

i like to call myself wound but i will answer to knife by kirketeer (bakugo katsuki x reader) [59k. enemies to friends to lovers.] i reread this once a year oh my god it's one of my fave fics ever.

you had only to look at me by willowser (bakugo katsuki x reader) [7k. friends to lovers.] reread this recently and was tearing up by the end omg.

all the times i told you by gardenofnoah (bakugo katsuki x reader) [8k. established relationship.] the most teeeendeeer bakugo i've ever seen and i tear up every time i read this.

love to love you by shibaraki (midoriya izuku x reader) [2k. established relationship.] another one that's super soft. such a raw tenderness to this 🥺

nitroglycerine by alrightberries (bakugo katsuki x reader) [1k. fwb to idiots to lovers.] the dialogue here is amazing and there's so much in the unsaid i am gnawing my fist.

[chikoyama]

Shipping Info | Answer the following for your muses so people know how shipping works on your blog

What is your OTP for your character(s)?

Man, I don’t know. If Chiyori can get someone who cares as much about her as she cares about them, then I’m good. If she’s in a relationship where she’s wanted rather than needed, then that's absolute gold for me. ✨

Even in a soulmate au I made her soulmateless specifically for that purpose. Also, because I wanted Chiyori to discover that no one is more perfect for her than herself, but I'm not sure if she's insightful enough to realize that, lmao. Aaah, and the pain too. I also decided for her to be soulmateless because I don’t understand the concept of soulmates, lmfao. (Not anymore at least).

How large does the age gap have to be to make it uncomfortable?

To me personally, as long as both parties are in similar stages of physical matureness I won’t care too much, I think? It's fiction after all. Like, someone at the age of 50 with someone at the age 18, I don’t mind too much, because they’re both likely to be past puberty. Both would be in their fully-developed adult bodies. (These talks always remind me of Leonardo DiCaprio’s relationships, lmfao).

However, someone above age 16 with someone at the age of 10 is when I feel things would get kind of weird? Because it’s extremely likely that the 10-year-old hasn’t even hit puberty yet. Don’t bash me for it, but I’d love to witness a well-written dynamic like that. One would have to have the balls to publish something like that, and be a genius too for crafting a dynamic like that that works. Honestly, I think it could make sense in more of a coming-of-age story! Anything else would be creepy, but maybe I’m just too close-minded to be able to imagine otherwise.

How far do steamy moments have to go before they are considered NSFT?

When specific private body parts are mentioned.

Are you selective when shipping?

Uh, yeah.

Who are other characters you ship your character with?

I don't think it's so much if I personally ship it, more than it is about if Chiyori likes the other character. So far, she likes Lee's Suguru (@cvrseduser) (whilst still teenagers, but it's not reciprocated), and Val's Yuuta (@2xcursekissed).

Does one have to ask to ship with you?

Nah, you do you, babe. If it means something to you, don’t let me take that away from you. Be fierce, be mad, be unapologetic. If anything, I’d love to hear why it speaks to you personally!

Are you ship-obsessed or ship more-or-less?

So, the thing is I want to be ship-obsessed, but I’m not, which is sad for meeeee. I genuinely want to experience being in that sort of high, lmfao. Though, that's my problem to deal with, but maybe I just have to find the right partner(s). 🤔

Idk what ship more-or-less means?

What is your favourite ship in your current fandom?

Eeeeh… *thinks hard* Idk… I think every ship is cute per se. It sounds harsh, but these ships don’t mean anything to me personally, because I don't write canon characters, so it’s hard for me to be truly biased. Though, if I wrote cc x cc, maybe I'd fall as deeply into these rabbit holes as everyone else, lmao.

My philosophy on these matters are: As long as it makes you happy, and you let me do me, everything is good!

Finally, how does one ship with you?

Uh, just ask me to ship, I think? — Easier said than done, right? Be engaged, share your thoughts and ideas, send things that remind you of them. Of course, there needs to be a similar level of respect and admiration from both parties. Though, generally speaking I'm very cooperative and reciprocative.

The amount of times I've put more effort into projects (not just in terms of writing) than my partners is depressing. So, I've come to the conclusion that my energy is better spent elsewhere unless someone shows proper enthusiasm about it. I respect myself way too much to put myself through that. I refuse to be dragging a dead body through the mud.

Tagged by: @vartouhix (thanks for the tag, babe! 💕)

Tagging: @ak4rin, @opalchoi, @gyofukuki, @trelonkan, @nvictive

[rhaegar-targayryen]

My heart aches after i finished your fanfic.

I left a comment already, but i need to tell you again. Maybe i got too attached to it, yes, but it was out of this world how you wrote.

Every chapter me and my boyfriend would get together and read out loud and discuss how we felt afterwards! It felt like book club!

Your Kanjuro (if it's okay to call him that) hit close to home, his grief, how he delt with it, all were feelings I felt and feelings that I some times still feel. Your writing made me... hopefull kinda? Feels weird to be so attached to some silly samurais from the stretchy pirate anime.

But it's true, I'm obsessed with them, obsessed with how you wrote them, after all there's like 5 fanfics of them and 3 are in Russian.

I said I was going to stop yapping, but I just can't .

Thank you, much love! Your writing change my life, for the better! Kisses! Keep writing!!!!

thank you so much! aaah! i feel like people wait their whole lives to get a compliment like this about their writing, and all i had to do was sit in front of a computer and let the kanjuro brainworms run loose. please do not feel silly, i always share stuff hoping it'll resonate with people and it makes me so happy when people find my writing at least entertaining, but its so nice to hear you felt hopeful after reading! it isn't silly at all, i always think of One Piece as hopeful, life-affirming media. that's what it was for me! i'm so proud i was able to keep the spirit of hope, even with the silly samurai

in terms of the lack of fics though, i do highly recommend reading the russian fics using translation! they are exceptional!! obviously human translation is best and i'm sure it missed some nuance, but the translation google did automatically when i opened the page on mobile was a lot more readable than i expected from an automated translation! might just be because it was russian to english though...still, i really like theatrical novel (театральный роман) by saint_cruiser, i think you can see how their happy ending for Kanjuro influenced my writing :)

again, thank you so so so much for your comments, and for your anon message! i will treasure it forever, and i promise i will keep writing <3

[ncoincidences]

I'm on a quest to ask people the story/reason behind their tumblr username and this was especially because of a friend who has a username that reads like a poem. Now I'm just asking people with usernames that sound lovely and intriguing. Or usernames I can't quite get a straight story from.

Is it okay if i ask the story behind yours 👀. If it's too private of a question, I'm sorry for the ask and please feel free to ignore 🥺.

Hello! Sure it's ok!

So aaah it's a bit silly really, but coincidence was one of the first 'big english word's I learnt after meeting my best friend and neighbour in middle school. We both loved reading books and formed a quick connection, even though I was younger than her by two years. It's kind of a long story but we met mainly through a series of coincidences, something which fascinated me as a teenager/tween. Later, she introduced me to Harry Potter and after much reluctance (another long story) I started reading the series and didn't look back.

We're always like on-and-off in touch with each other after we moved away but once, I had the courage to show her a short original story I wrote. She was great with art and would send me her art too. (I read my story a few weeks ago and it wasn't even good, lol.) But she liked it, and suggested that I make a tumblr for my writings, she'd heard about the site from a friend, or something, I can't recall exactly. And..... that's it.

Here I am. ^-^

(She doesn't know about ncoincidences at all.)

[johaerys-writes]

1, 5, and 17 for the fic asks

Thank you so much for the ask! 💙

1. What was the first fandom and/or pairing you wrote fic for? 

The first fandom I wrote fanfic for was Dragon Age, actually! Before that, I didn't even know what fandom was 😅 The first fanfic I wrote was the story of my first Lavellan Inky, and her life before the Conclave. And then I created Tristan, my Trevelyan Inky, so I could romance Dorian, because I'd fallen in love with the sassy mage during my previous PTs. And I never looked back! Tristan/Dorian are still one of my main OTPs 💙

5. What is the perfect environment for you to write in?

It honestly depends on the mood? Sometimes I need peace and quiet and to get all cosy on the sofa with a cup of tea, others I work better in a coffee shop where there are less distractions. And other days I type on my phone during my commute or work breaks. One thing I've noticed after a few years of writing almost everyday is that my brain craves change, even if that's writing in a different room or device. If I spend too long in a specific writing get up, I start feeling uninspired. 

17. What fic are you most proud of?

Aaah that's such a tough one!! I'm so proud of so many of my fics, everything I write has a special place in my heart, even if it's a silly little one shot. But let me choose a couple I'm particularly proud of: A World With You, because it's literally the first story I ever finished, when I hardly knew anything about writing lol. The first draft has changed beyond recognition of course, I've hardly used anything from it during the many edits and rewrites, but some of the ideas are still there. I've been working on it for so long and I've learned so much while writing it, and even though I would do so many things differently if I started it today, I'm still very proud of it and for me personally it's a testament to how far I've come as a writer.

Other fics I'm proud of are: High Flying Birds (TSOA, Patrochilles) because I personally feel like it features some of my best writing yet, and I like the way I've approached certain scenes, situations and emotions that we only saw briefly in the original book. Lastly, A Place To Be (Voltron, Sheith) is a pretty recent work of mine but I'm so happy with how it turned out. I feel like I captured something special and elusive that I can't exactly put to words, but I love the way it makes me feel when I think of it or go back to the fic to reread it. Does that makes sense?? 😅 

Feel free to ask me more questions from this list!

[sys128]

Senioritis, Productivity with Music, and Ignorance is Bliss

I have been warned of something that is inevitable to form in some student as they enter their last year of high school. I had a teacher call it “senioritis.” (Looking it up, it does seem to be a common term to describe it.) This is characterized by the lack of motivation to do school work once they are nearing the end of high school. From looking this up, they say it extends to college, and even post-graduates! So, us teens are not alone in these situations. I think I am starting to feel a little bit of this myself. At this point, I have already been accepted into college and only have one class to pass, which even then gives easy points, and then I can just move on from high school. Though, there is a rising worry about how my grades will end up being affected if I do start slacking off more than I should.

I believe that taking breaks from work can be a great thing, just so long as it is done in moderation. The problem for me is that once I am on a break, it never seems to end. That, I have found, is probably the worst thing about my productivity: my proneness to extended breaks. When it comes to senioritis, that makes me more of a vulnerable person to target. The only way to defend myself that’s been tried and worked is putting on music.

Music works like magic! If I got stuff playing the background, then I get a lot more done that I could before. There is a strange part to it though, but I think I got that figured out too. What I have noticed is that I get less distracted with certain types of music. I have found a couple of aspects that increase my productivity when I have it playing.

The music has to have little to no vocals. Period. I say little because it can just be short samples like “Hoo!” and “Yeah!” That’s fine, but if there is enough to form a necessary lyrics sheet about it, that is when I call it.

The theme of the mix the music is a part of has to fit in at least decently with the rest of the mix. Some genres are able to do this quite well while others do not. I have found that things like pop are horrible at this, especially because many of the prominent artists have their own singing styles (which also means lyrics. Aaah!!!!!), and sometimes their own ways of making beats. I think it’s mostly their singing though. Since they are extremely popular, you would be BOUND to recognize at least one voice.

I must not recognize who wrote the song, how long it is, or its composition. At all. Despite my attempts to minimize my memory of it, I still did manage to commit some of the songs I have heard to memory, and end up picking out the samples that they used the next time I listened to it. This doesn’t create much distraction, but to have this minimized would be a good practice for me.

For some bonus points, the music also may not be attached to any specific person that was directly involved in the creation of the content or similar content. If you REALLY wanna be hardcore about, you could attempt to remove the idea that people even made that content to begin with, like leaving the content on its own, as if it just materialized one day. I have found that this keeps the magic in things that I enjoy. This stems from what we call “childhood magic,” where mystery seemed to make things more fun and enjoyable. I think this was because ignorance was bliss. This was also probably the reason why childhood was simpler than adulthood is now, but that is beside the point.

This one is also more of a personal preference, but I also want some integral part of the song itself to bring a sense of calmness or peace. Ambience is VERY good, PERFECT even, at bringing this experience. It is able to paint a therapeutic atmosphere for me. Sometimes I will be somewhere in space or in the middle of the ocean. And depending on what else happens in there, someone might be coming out of the water and start spinning around. You know, kind of psychedelic shit. However, that is just listening to the music on its own. I have to do some work here. I have to be engaged in what I am doing.

A lot of these would likely be done consciously at first, but I think it would be best to do these practices for some of the things you enjoy subconsciously. Being aware of the absence of involvement in that thing’s community may bring feelings of isolation. With practice though, it will turn out fine.

Is there a genre of music that I have shown success in by increasing productivity and keeping that sort of “magic” or “mystery” that came from it? Turns out, yes I have! I have successfully done this with Ambient Drum and Bass and sometimes Intelligent Dance Music (especially by Aphex Twin), but more the Ambient Drum and Bass. I like how the music itself is very unchanging and samey. While this is a disadvantage for many listeners, this is actually GREAT for me! It just creates less distractions while I work if it feels like a song is two hours long, but in reality is actually 20 songs. As far as ignorance goes, the only pseudonym that I know from that genre right now is “4AM Breaks” because that is where I get most of the music from, but I plan to try to keep it that way. This is not because I wish to attack any of the artists behind the music… well, whoever they are. In fact, I think they are quite talented. All of them! I just believe that not knowing who made them is just a part of me enjoying the genre.

On the topic of ignoring things leading to happiness, I have also applied a little bit of this to nostalgic aesthetics. I watched a video a while back about an aesthetic in packaging that I seemed to like whenever I was browsing Walmart, especially with cleaning products. They seemed to take me back to when I was in my old town, also exploring Walmart. It also did a nice job at taking me back to my old apartment from before I moved towns. Turns out this aesthetic was called Frutiger Aero/Metro. The only names I can attach to the aesthetic is one, drmr being the guy behind the Wii’s Homebrew theme, and two + three, two friends that just so happen to also like the aesthetic a lot. Just so long as I am not involved in any of the drama that comes from aesthetics, I think the same magic can be felt from when I first experienced it. An interesting side effect that I found is that most people’s views on music that fit the aesthetic are different from mine. There is a wiki page, (below) that lists a lot of music that their community has felt that fit the aesthetic well. I did not agree with a lot of the picks. I find that Trance / Dance music of the time would fit more with the aesthetic, but that’s fine. We all don’t have to experience aesthetics the same way. Fascinatingly, I have also attached the Ambient Drum and Bass thing to it too, which only makes my idea more independent.

So where was I at the beginning of this ramble? … Oh right, senioritis. I guess my initial point is that if I get myself to do it, I can easily rely on Ambient Drum and Bass to get what I need done! I found that this method has worked when working on YouTube stuff before, so I do hope this also works with this stuff.

[clubatsumu]

heyaaa! how are you? i'm the anon who sent you that ask about "first love" aaah i just wanted to say thank you for the author recs!! i recently finished emily henry's "beach read" and i???? havent read a book this fast since i was a teenager??? lol i'm honestly just REELING i was not prepared for how good it was. the romance, banter, and chemistry was *chefs kiss* they literally had me giggling and kicking my feet o(>ω<)o but!! i also appreciate how it dealt with grief and heartbreak and hopelessness and all the feelings associated with them. (def cried at the ending) i get what you mean when you said “books that go inside rather than outside” …idk i loved how well-written january and gus were…just two flawed individuals trying to figure out their own lives while also trying to figure out each other…......yeah

anyway!! do you have a favorite emily henry book? i'm still not over "beach read" but i'm going to try "people we meet on vacation" next, then "book lovers",, going to check out mia vincy's books as well after i finish emily's!! hehe i also heard she’s releasing a new one this year and i think it's exes-to-lovers/second-chance?? now i cant help but think of "first love late spring" lol brb rereading it for the nth time (╥﹏╥)….

aahh i apologize for rambling but i hope the new year's treating you well!! sending u good vibes!!

BEACH READ!!!!! join the emily henry cult with me friend! i would die for her actually. im so happy you liked it!!:) she has that kind of introspection that hits Just Right and also her books have so many references it's such a fun time to spot them all. tell u what, if u loved the first one, you'll love the rest too, most likely. poppy+alex are SO dear to me, (alex actually makes me feral), and rn they hit the closest to my heart. sometimes though, it's january gus. and book lovers had me CRYING i swear. im so excited for you to go read the rest bc there's really nothing like reading her work the first time.

and mia vincy!!!! her books are much more... somber? in a way. and what i recommend when u read her is to space her work out bc sometimes her characters get so tiring bc they're legit Idiots like pls seek Therapy, but she's also on that character-understanding-driven tier.

EH's new book is called happy place duuude i requested an arc and realized my goodreads hasnt been updated in MONTHS so i legit wrote 10 reviews for 10 different books in a span of an hour so i could send in a request. (i was denied) oh well.

come back and tell me what u think when youve finished them bc id love to hear YOUR ranking 🥺 thank u for this, i hope 2023 sees your vibes and treats me better! sending good vibes right back!

[cafewoozi]

Thanks @supersuperroa​ and @wonnwoo​ for tagging me!! This was super fun and I hope it gives everyone who reads a bit more insight into my character ^^ I felt like I was writing some character profile thing haha

RULES: tag some people you want to get to know better.

I’ll tag @jeongahn​ @shuvee​ @draco-mafloy​ @bbaksu​ @soeksy​ @hoshidotcom​ and of course you don’t need to do it if you don’t want!!

APPEARANCE: I’m 5 foot 2 (and a half) inches tall, or ~158cm! I have straight black hair that’s about waist length (but by the time I post this I’ll have cut my hair to about chest-length). I’ve never dyed my hair before but I want to soon!! I wear glasses about 99% of the time....I’ve contemplated getting contacts but it feels like a lot of work for my lazy self haha ;__;

PERSONALITY I’m a very carefree kind of person most of the time, and I really don’t like thinking of negative thoughts that much or things that stress me out so I have a habit of pushing them out of my mind. I tend to suppress my negative feelings a bit sometimes? The more trivial things like “this person in one of my classes did this thing and it annoyed me” I can rant to anyone about, but my deeper fears and concerns I don’t really tell anyone...which is why I’ve made it a habit to write down my feelings when they get too much. I hateeee feeling negatively since when I’m in a negative mood I don’t have the energy to do anything so I would avoid situations in which I would possibly be placed under some stress. I think this is a major component of why I don’t procrastinate on assignments anymore and must finish them at least a day in advance of the due date, in order to avoid feeling that disgusting hopeless feeling of not having something done. I’m an introvert, even though I will continue the conversation with people freely just to make them feel comfortable with me, especially if we just met or I don’t know them too well yet. I feel like I’m very big on small talk and casual conversation to ease awkwardness, so it might seem like a talk a lot when we first meet haha. But really it’s just me trying to show others that I’m a casual person. I worry a lot about what people think of me, and I hate thinking that some people might think I’m aloof especially in my classes because I don’t really interact with many people. Even when I’m passing by large groups of people, even though I’m positive no one is even paying attention to me, I always get worried about how I’m looking like or if I’m walking weirdly or things like that. I feel like I’m very childlike, in the way that I view the world and my optimistic attitude toward things and how I get excited over small things (i.e. if there was a cool scene in a movie I just watched, or a line in a book that was impressionable to me, or a part in a song that I really liked, I could be ranting to anyone who will listen like “OMGG THAT WAS SO COOL!!!”). Also I don’t really like to curse a lot.....like I don’t really mind if someone else does but it doesn’t feel right coming out of my mouth lool. I can’t even say words like h*t and s*xy aloud to people bc it’s embarassing loool I’m like “Have you heard Astro’s new song??? You know, Crazy **** Cool.”

ABILITIES This feels like I’m in some RP game listing my abilities and stats??? LOOL

- When I was younger I used to play a whoooole lot of video games on my Playstation LOOL. (I was just watching a speedrun of a Spyro game the other day because I never completed the game personally and I wanted to see what happens.) I loved playing games a lot especially those adventure games or Mario games....I could play them all day honestly and even though I don’t really play them much now I occasionally like playing flash games to pass the time haha.

- Writing essays???? I’m not sure if you would call this an ability! But I’m quite confident in writing essays about books and stuff with a thesis and everything. My grammar is pretty good too.

- Being creative, maybe? I always try to look at things and complete them in a creative way because it makes the whole process much more fun for me. This goes for completing projects and other things because once I have a creative approach to something, I actually get excited to complete that project.

- I’m a very happy-go-lucky kind of person and I think I can make others feel more at ease.

- I’m pretty okay at singing I think! But that’s just me so someone else might have a different opinion. But whether I’m good or not I love just humming and singing to myself ^^

HOBBIES

- Photoshop, looking at clothes online (lol), I used to write and read a lot but not so much anymore, listening to music!!!, e a t i n g

RELATIONSHIPS Okay I guess I’ll talk about both romantic relationships and platonic relationships! As for romantic relationships, I don’t think I’m ready to be in one as of yet even though I always fantasize about it because even though the thought of being in love sounds nice, there’s a lot of responsibility that comes with it...... I’m not rushing to be in one and I’m just waiting for the right guy to come along ^^ As for platonic relationships, I really really love my friends! I’m more of a low-maintenance friendship kind of person, meaning I don’t need them to talk to me constantly. Even if someone hasn’t talked to me for months and suddenly messages me, I’ll welcome them enthusiastically and pretend like nothing happened lol. I regard everyone who has a pleasant interaction with me as a friend, and even if it seems as if I’ve forgotten about you, I’m always thinking of you in passing thoughts!!!

RANDOM

- I’m majoring in Biochemistry right now, and minoring in Biology and Asian American Studies! I’m currently on my third year of college, so after I graduate I’m going to pharmacy school.

- I dote on people a lot, even if it’s in subtle ways. I care a lot for my friends and even if I haven’t talked to them in a long time, they can talk to me after like months of not talking and I’ll act as if nothing happened LOL.

- Sometimes I’m a bit of a clean freak??? Drinking anything other than water in my room and eating anything at ALL in my room gives me goosebumps... I can’t even imagine. Also, some things get me squirming a bit and screaming internally

- I’m quite the homebody. If I’m out past a certain amount of hours, I have no energy and just want to get back and sleep ASAP

- When I feel bad I go online shopping.....this is probably a bad habit

- One of my fears is the sea. Not the water itself, but like the deepness of it all and what creatures might be deep underneath the surface.... omg

[pookiesatoru]

fated to be together

pairing : fem!reader x levi ackerman

contains : DARK CONTENT AHEAD! please read with caution! modern!au, yandere!levi, feels like ooc levi too but it's meant to come across as him having a major soft spot for the reader, small age gap (in my brain levi's around 28 and reader is about 23) one sided pining (?), stalking in a way, non-con, dub-con (i'm tagging both just to be safe), panty sniffing, panty stealing, slight violence (he knocks the reader out but it's not graphic), fingering, oral (f receiving), praise, dumbification, creampie, possessive levi, he's a bit of a creep oopsies? i think that's all but please tell me if i've missed anything!

word count : 10.3k ( i can't believe i wrote this much wtf)

summary : it's a small world, because years later you find yourself becoming neighbours with levi once again, and he finds himself developing feelings for you, believing that fate had something to do with you two meeting once again.

omg okay i put my entire pussy into this fic tbh 😟fhjfkdh something about pervy levi makes me <3 AAAH i'm actually proud of this one not gonna lie. happy bday to levi 🥺 this ones for you my short bf <3 LMAOO anywayssss– this is proofread by me, but no guarantees i fixed everything so yeah, ignore any mistakes! likes / reblogs are appreciated and feedback is always welcomed <3

!! minors & ageless blogs, dni !!

Levi felt like he was going insane. Could he possibly be seeing things? No. He wasn’t that crazy… Was he? Maybe he was going blind– No, that was a stupid thought.

“Levi…? Holy shit–! I haven’t seen you in years!” The sound of a box hitting the floor makes Levi snap out of his daze, finally being able to focus on the person that was now jogging up to his frozen figure.

Oh my god… It was you. So he wasn’t seeing things, huh?

“____? H-Hey. It’s– Uh yeah, been… A while for sure.” He knows he could make more of an effort to sound excited – But the poor man was just so shocked that you were really there. Right in front of him. Face to face.

You were the younger sister of Levi’s closest friends, Hange. The two of you had grown up in neighbouring houses, seeing each other practically every day since Hange wasn’t capable of leaving Levi alone for more than five minutes. He had moved out of home after he finished university, which was a couple years ago along with your sibling and you hadn’t seen him since. Though the postcards he sent your family during the holiday seasons always made you smile, happy that he remembered you and your parents enough to do that even though he wasn’t entitled to.

“Mhm! Must be like… What? Three or four years?” You trailed off for a moment, trying to think back to the last time you saw Levi, then speaking up just as excited as before once you figured it out. “Three and a half years! How’re you? How’ve you been?”

“Yeah… Yeah I’ve uh, I’ve been good. Living, working, you know. Earning money and all that stuff.”

“Yeah? I’m really glad to hear that! This is sooo weird though–” Your hands flick towards him and then back at yourself, repeating the motion a couple of times to get your point across. “This is so weird. We’re neighbours– Again!”

“Small world, huh?”

“Oh shit– Sorry! You’re all dressed up. You… Must be going to work?”

Levi glances down at his watch and visibly holds back a sigh. He was going to be late. “I was, yeah.” He straightens himself up, pulling down the sleeves of his suit and fixing his tie (even though he really didn’t need to). “Hey, it’s actually really good to see you again. Don’t get into any trouble while I’m gone, yeah kid?”

You snort at the nickname he gave you. Immediately it brings back memories from your childhood and you can’t help but smile, giving Levi a wave as he walks off towards the elevator. “I know and I won’t! I’ll see you soon.”

Levi was so thankful he was the only one in the elevator, back hitting the wall and he let out the sigh that he’d been holding back for the last five minutes, finally.

“Holy shit.” He whispers. Only now did it really occur to him that it was really you. It really was a small world, and on top of being late– No thanks to Levi’s stupid alarm clock, he needed a new one really, it had failed him too many times and he could not afford to have his perfect schedule ruined again– He had to now work for eight hours, dealing with god knows how many annoying people while the image of you smiling kept flashing behind his eyes every time he blinked.

This was going to be a long day.

While Levi headed to work, you skipped over to the box you had dropped earlier out of excitement, gasping a little when you remembered there were picture frames in it. “Oh, thank god.” You exhaled with relief once you realised nothing had been broken, mentally scolding yourself for being so hyper and just dropping it out of nowhere.

The first thing you did when you entered your new apartment was open the windows and breathe in the fresh air from the balcony. You’d finally done it, finally moved out into your dream apartment, and now you were able to live your life the way you wanted, like a proper adult.

The silence was interrupted by a rather loud rumbling sound from your tummy. Your hand gave it a little pat as if to calm it down as you glanced at the clock on the wall. 9:04am. You’d been awake for a couple hours due to the excitement of moving into your new place and all you ate earlier was a muffin from the bakery down the street, and you needed some food in your stomach to become a functioning member of society.

Seeing as there was absolutely nothing in your fridge yet, apart from two cans of coke and a bottle of water, ordering food seemed like the easiest way to make yourself happy.

You took a seat on the couch in what will become the living room once you’ve unpacked all your things, waiting for your food to arrive. You let out a soft sigh as your body finally relaxed for the first time that morning. Moving was a fucking pain honestly, and you could not wait for it to all be over and done with.

You let your thoughts wander to your neighbour, Levi Ackerman. It brought a smile to your face. Seeing him again after so many years felt almost strange but somehow very comforting at the same time. Being in a brand new town was scary to say the least, but you could be at peace knowing there was someone here that you knew, someone that you would be able to lean on if things got rough on your own.

And in a split moment, you had an idea.

Rummaging around in your backpack, you found a pen and paper, quickly scribbling down a couple of sentences and walking back out of your place to slide the folded paper under Levi’s door and hoping he’d notice it.

It was just after 8pm when Levi finally got home, slightly scowling because the traffic was unbearable. He could have been home by seven, but no.

“Dumb fuckin’ drivers.” He murmurs under his breath, pulling out his key and unlocking the door to his apartment, The crinkling of paper underneath his shoes caught his attention. Bending down, he picked it up and unfolded it, reading it aloud (a bad habit, he could never read in his brain, the words get “too jumbled together” according to him).

Whenever you’re free from work, dinner at mine? I’ve learnt how to cook now! Come by at 7pm! Don’t be late, otherwise I get hangry… Let me know :) I’m free pretty much any day!

– The “kid” (I’m not a kid anymore by the way, but I’ll still let you call me that since ilu)

Levi smiled softly as he read through the note, eyes squinting as he got to the “ilu”. He did his best, he really did. Using all his brain power he had in that moment (there wasn’t much after a shitty day at work mind you) but it was too late for him to be thinking that hard, and he was not about to decode what that meant, not today anyway. He took off his shoes with the heels of his feet and walked to the kitchen bench, pulled out a pen from his bag, popping the cap open and he jotted down a reply with the neatest handwriting he could muster.

Saturday is my next day off. I’d love to have dinner. Also, my number is below in case you need to contact me. See you around.

– Levi.

Levi slid the paper under your door like you had done before. He would have knocked, but he knew how painful and annoying moving was and assumed you must have been asleep by now.

Eventually, Saturday rolled around after a long week. A long week for Levi, at least.

He stared at himself in the mirror – Black button down with grey pants seemed okay for dinner, right? He shook his head to get his hair into place, deciding it’ll do since he didn’t want to overthink about what outfit to wear, especially after already changing three times before he picked out the one he was wearing now. He didn’t even put this much effort into going on dates, so he wasn’t particularly sure why he was trying to put in so much effort for you��

He cleared his throat before knocking on your door, adjusting and playing around with the rings on his fingers as he waited for you to open up nervously.

“Door’s open!” You yelled, too occupied with dirty hands as you tried handling the melting chocolate in your hands.

Levi let himself in, making sure the door was closed behind him properly. The smell of food immediately hit his nose, making his stomach growl and he was so glad you weren’t beside him right now, that would have been embarrassing.

“Hey! Sorry I didn’t open the door, I uh– Well… Yeah.” You motioned at the mess on the kitchen table and chocolate over your hands with a shy smile.

“”S okay, need any help?” He asks, rolling up his sleeves and going to put away the rings on his fingers, ready to help you but you shook your head.

“You’re the guest tonight. I’ll be fine. Just forgot to put the chocolate in the fridge before I started with dinner so it’s everywhere. But that’s fine! The brownies will still turn out edible.”

He nods back, a smile playing on his lips.

He exhaled quietly as he took a seat on the stools placed on the other side of the kitchen bench.

You’d finally finished mixing the batter together for the brownies, putting them in the oven before going to cut the vegetables for the main meal you’d be having and making sure to clean up the mess on the kitchen counter, remembering how Levi was always a bit of a clean freak. You needed to make a good impression after all.

There was a comfortable silence between the two of you as Levi got lost in his thoughts. You really had grown up in the three or four years Levi hadn’t seen you.

That’s something he couldn’t really wrap his head around. He’d seen you grow up almost, from a kid to a teenager and now, an adult. Seeing you in the kitchen while you cut the carrots for the soup you’d be sharing really made Levi’s brain spin.

Or maybe it was the low cut top– No. No, why was he even looking there? He blinked a couple times, attempting to think about dinner to get the thought of your chest out of his mind. He shouldn’t be looking, it felt wrong. It was wrong. Was it? It was. It had to be. He’d never thought of you like that before… You were Hange’s younger sister… He was practically your older brother in a way, why did he look at your fucking che–

“Levi? Helloooo?” The waving hand in front of his face caught him off guard, almost falling off the stool he was seated on.

“Woah, careful there. You seemed like you were deep in thought.”

“Mm, a little. Just… Just work stuff.” He ran his fingers through his hair, letting it fall back into place and looked back at you. “You were calling my name?”

“Yep! Wanted to ask yay or nay to coriander?” (Cilantro for the American’s, don't bully me ;-;)

“Yay. Obviously. I’m a man of taste.”

“So you are Mr Ackerman, so you are.” And with a nod, you tossed a couple of leafs into the soup and checked up on the rice that was cooking away.

“So, you cook now?” He asks, fingers tapping against the kitchen counter as he tries to make conversation.

“Every so often. Had to learn ‘cause I wanted to move out, you know? Takeout every night doesn’t sound very appealing to me anyway. How come?”

“Just askin’. Remember when you burnt yourself and refused to enter the kitchen for like a week?”

“You remember that–!? That’s embarrassing.”

For the first time in three years, you heard Levi laugh again. It was rare, you remembered that. The man barely smiled, even to your sibling, Hange, Levi would always scowl whenever they gave him a hug or ruffled his hair. Instead, he’d rather show his affection through other ways, little words of affirmation when you really needed them, even going as far as to bring your favourite snacks. But a laugh? You felt lucky, special, to hear that again. “How could I forget? It was hilarious.”

“Glad my childhood suffering is funny to you, Ackerman.”

“Sorry, sorry. It’s just–” He stopped, catching his breath for a moment as his hand rested on his chest. “It was cute. You were terrified of the stove like it was the Boogeyman or something. Always asking Hange to cook you nuggets.”

“I was like five–”

“You were ten, actually.”

“Okay, I was ten, but it doesn’t mean I couldn’t be afraid of the stove at ten! That burn reaaaally hurt. Scarred me.”

“At least you learnt not to try to cook by yourself when you couldn’t even reach the stove.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” You poke out your tongue at him, bursting out into laughter when Levi shook his head at your childish antics.

“Been wondering, did you move next to me because Hange mentioned it or, were you stalking me?”

“Stalking, duh.” Levi raises his eyebrows at you, almost like he was wondering if you were lying or not. He was so cute, gullible, which made pranks super fun to pull on him. “Levi– You’re as clueless as ever. It’s purely a coincidence, the rent was good and the block has a really nice view too. Hange didn’t mention you being here. Though if I’m being honest, I don’t even think they remember where your apartment is…”

Levi agrees, mentioning something about how it’s ‘not out of the ordinary for Hange to forget like that’.

It was reassuring the relationship Levi and you had as the both of you were growing up hadn’t changed very much. It was easy to fall back into the routine you two had before. Joking around as you continued to cook, poking fun at each other. The both of you spent dinner and dessert catching up on things, talking about family and personal lives happily, not a dull moment throughout the night.

“Oh, it’s getting late…” You noted, glancing at the time on your phone after Levi let out a small yawn, his nose scrunching up rather cutely. “You’ve had a long week, d’you wanna go and rest?”

“Is that okay? I feel like an old man because I’m yawning at 11:30.” He mumbles, attempting to rub the sleepiness out of his eyes.

“It’s ‘cause you are an old man.” You poke his stomach cheekily, standing up so you can walk him out.

“Barely older than you, kid.”

“Still old.” He gives you his legendary ‘tsk’ and flicks your forehead as gently as he could, smiling softly as you rub the spot with a small pout and call him a meanie.

“Thank you, for coming over for dinner and like, helping calm my nerves about this place, I guess? It’s a little scary being here alone, but the fact you’re here gives me… Warmth? It’s comforting. Your presence, it’s comforting.”

There was a silence between the both of you after what you had said. Panic surges through you and you look down at the ground, thinking you’d made him uncomfortable by being so open with your feelings and you quickly try to redeem yourself somehow.

“I-I’m sorry, that… That was so weird and uncalled for, fuck. I’m sor–”

Levi cuts you off by placing a hand on your shoulder gently. “It’s not weird, I just didn’t know what to say.” He starts, tilting your chin upwards so he can look at your face. You’re welcomed with a smile, and it feels like the worry from before suddenly melted. “I’m glad. I’m glad that you feel comforted by me. If you ever need anything, I’m a door across yeah? You’ve got my number too.”

A couple of months pass and the two of you grow closer than you were before. Sometimes you would miss Levi before he heads to work. You’d learnt he wakes up at the ridiculous time of 6am, apparently he needs to keep in shape (even though he looks incredible already) and takes advantage of the building's gym on the lower floors.

You however, were not an early morning person, choosing to roll out of bed anytime after 10am. But the more you got to know Levi, the more of an effort you made to wake up a little earlier some days. Packing him a little lunchbox with a sandwich with a homemade muffin for his break so he’s not constantly buying from the overpriced cafe shop near the museum where he works.

He finds comfort in you too. Finding it comforting how you’re still the same person he knew. Always checking up on him and making sure he eats. Making him roll his eyes over the dumbest things you think of because you have no filter. The two of you get along so well after all these years and it makes Levi’s heart swell.

But Levi has a problem.

You’re not the little kid he knew from before, even though… You are?

You’re now grown up. An adult. Someone he can harbour feelings for– Actually. Someone he is harbouring feelings for.

Every passing day, your presence alone makes him feel things. Makes his heart thump a little louder in his chest, so loud it’s almost deafening. Even something as small as a smile, makes his brain all hazy. A gentle touch to his body, whether it’s a poke to his cheek or you playfully hitting his arm makes him want to kiss you.

It’s almost pathetic. He hasn’t felt this way in so long… So many years in fact, it’s a foreign feeling, but something he isn’t opposed to.

It almost feels… Illegal. Illegal for him to be thinking about you this way. But he just can’t help it. It’s perverted. The way he keeps looking at your chest regardless of what kind of shirt you’re wearing, is perverted. They look so soft, and all Levi wants to do is grab them, hold them in his palms while you sit on his lap, maybe even slide your top down just enough to expose them, enough to sink his teeth into the flesh and mark you up as his. Wanting to fuck them, coat them in a layer of his cum after leaving red hues all over them.

When did this perverted idea manifest in his brain?

When you hugged him as a thank you for bringing your favourite burrito on his way home from work last night. It seemed innocent enough, and it was. It was so innocent, nothing more than a way to say your thanks for going out of his way to get you something. It was innocent, until Levi got hyper aware and felt your hardened nipples press against his chest over his thin dress shirt.

He finds himself lying in bed the next day. Though the sun was shining in, he did not have the mentality to get up and go do his daily workout session for the morning because he’s fucking hard. Cock strained against his boxers as Levi let out a sigh, ruffling his hair. Maybe if he ignores it…

That’s stupid. He knows it won’t just go away like that. Not when his mind is already so plagued with thoughts about you. With thoughts about your soft breasts, and how hard your nipples were.

Levi turns his head, taking a look at the barely working alarm clock and groans.

7:43am.

He needed to be at work in a little over an hour. Fuck. Levi grew more and more annoyed as he continued to lay there. Barely twenty minutes to get himself off… That was hardly enough time. He overthinks, needs to take his time, paint a clear image of what or who he’s touching himself to, he needs at least thirty minutes to be satisfied properly, but he doesn’t have that luxury. Not today, and that pisses him off more than he’d like to admit. He hates rushing.

“Ah, fuck.” Levi lets out a defeated sigh, and without wasting any more time he slides his boxers down just enough to free his length, hissing under his breath when his hand wraps around the entirety of it – He knows he needs to hurry, which is why he starts moving his hand. Steady up and down movements.

His head slumps back into his soft pillows, eyes falling shut as he tries to dream up of scenarios that’ll help him cum quicker. Surely, he’d be able to think about someone else right? Especially because jerking off to you, his best friend's younger sister, who he had never felt this way about, practically saw you grow up… That was wrong, right?

If it was so wrong, then why was he unable to think about anything else? Why was he unable to think about anyone else?

With a feeble groan, he gives up. Finally, finally letting his thoughts wander over to you. The person who had been the reason behind all this, behind his suffering this morning. It’s almost comical how Levi’s cock twitches in his hand the second he recalls how your nipples felt against his body, how you pressed yourself against him.

Were you tempting him? Is that what you wanted? To tempt Levi, to make his brain go all fuzzy, to make him think about the most obscene images of you? Were you trying to turn him into a pervert?

“Shit… So fucking pretty…” He groans, muttering to himself under his breath as images of you remain behind his eyes. Spitting into his hand before letting it wrap around his cock again tightly, Levi lets his imagination go wild once more, thinking about how your mounds would look if you took your shirt off for him. He knows they’d be beautiful, a perfect fit for his hands if he cupped them. They’d be so soft, he knows that for a fact though. He felt how soft they were, even if it was for a brief moment, he felt your tits–

“Fuck, fuck fuc– ooh.” Ribbons upon ribbons of warm cum splatter against his lower stomach and thighs, coating his hand. Levi didn’t even realise when his high caught up to him until his body went stiff, head rolling back and eyes tightly closed while his cock throbs and trembles in his grip.

It takes him a minute or two to calm down enough to open his eyes, letting out a shaky breath that he was holding in. He grimaces at the mess on his body, scolding himself for not having the brain to at least have a couple of tissues by his side. Levi sighs, taking a quick glance at the clock on his bedside table once more and almost smiling at the time.

8:02am.

Maybe, he was capable of making himself cum under thirty minutes… If he was thinking of you.

Sunday nights ended up being movie nights, a “tradition” that Hange and Levi made up in the past for themselves, but since they both had such a soft spot for you, you ended up joining them on the couch with a bowl of popcorn in your lap, seated in the middle of them.

“Okay! Popcorn is almost ready!” You shouted from the kitchen, getting out your biggest bowl from the cupboard.

“What kind is it?”

“Triple buttered, of course.”

“That’s your favourite.”

“Well, they didn’t have caramel and–” You poke your head out from the kitchen, sticking out your tongue. “My house, my rules.”

“Tsk, so defensive. Y’know you could have just easily made caramel popcorn at home, right? Since you’re a chef now.” He states, sitting down on one corner of the couch.

“Easily? Are you insane? It’s not easy to make that shit at home.” You retorted, flopping down onto the couch and placing the bowl in the middle of the both of you.

“Let me guess, you burnt it when you tried to make it?” He asks almost teasingly and takes the bowl for himself, placing it on his lap instead.

“Shut up.” Despite him trying to hold back a laugh, it still falls through his lips for a brief moment. It has you gasping dramatically, hitting his arm as he tries to save the bowl of popcorn. “You’re so mean Levi!”

“You almost knocked the popcorn out of my arms! You’re mean.”

“You deserve that whack, so–” You shrug, huffing loudly and take the remote for yourself as you open up Netflix, pretending to be mad at the male to your right. A couple of moments of silence passed and you, being curious as to if Levi would rebuttal, looked over at him.

He was already staring at you, a smile playing on his lips at how cute you were being, and the second you caught each other's eyes, laughter immediately filled your living room. This is how it had always been between the both of you for as long as you can remember.

“Okay so, what movie are we watching, old man?”

You hear Levi grumble under his breath at the ridiculous nickname you called him every so often. “Love Actually, since you haven’t seen it.”

“Love Actually– You serious, Levi?”

“As serious as always, besides it’s almost Christmas time and it is a Christmas themed movie as well. Why?”

A series of giggles and snorts come from you at his choice of movie, which Levi chooses to ignore. Instead he rolls his eyes and attempts to flick your forehead, but even that couldn’t stop you from giggling.

“O-Oh my god, that’s so cute. You’re so cute.” You coo at him, laughing subsiding. “Hange told me you have a weird little soft spot for rom-coms.” Almost immediately, his cheeks start to burn up at the compliment.

“Of course they did.” He shakes his head, letting his hair fall in his face as he tries his best to avoid eye contact with you, hoping that the dimmed lights would help hide how his cheeks are flushed pink.

You hum as you flick through the movies, finally finding the chosen movie of the night and you get comfortable on the couch. The bowl of popcorn moves from Levi’s lap to beside him, making it easier for you to grab some to eat.

Levi got so engrossed in the movie, he almost forgot about the junk food laid out on the table in front of you both. He carefully moves forward, picking up a smaller bowl filled with lollies and takes a couple to chew on before looking across at your figure. You were now on your side, almost laying down as your head rested on your hand. He’d offer some, but you looked so caught up in the movie that he didn’t want to interrupt.

He smiled to himself, knowing that you’d be a sucker for this movie. But unfortunately for him, as he tried to look away from your body he caught a peek of your breasts.

He should be a gentleman. He should look away, but he can’t. He can’t bring himself to tear his eyes away from your chest. It brings back memories of the other week and how he jerked off, cumming for you, for those tits.

Levi shifts in his seat a little, looking back at the tv, thankful he had already grabbed a pillow before and kept it on his lap (it’s a weird habit of his, always watching shows and movies while hugging a pillow to his chest or keeping it on his lap) since he was about to have a bit of a problem. He can’t. He shouldn’t. Not during movie night, not in your home. He can’t pop a boner right now. No matter how many times he repeated no in his head, it was too late. He was half hard with you mere centimetres away.

Don’t be a perv… Don’t be a fucking perv, he repeated, but even that was futile. His head turned slowly so you wouldn’t see out of your peripheral vision, and kept his eyes on your chest. They seemed… Perkier than he remembered. You must be wearing a bra. That’s unfortunate.

He would kill to see them out, hanging, nipples hard against your shirt. The top you were wearing was thin, if you didn’t have a bra on, then your nipples would definitely peek through. Fuck.

He’s gross, Levi knows that. But he just can’t help himself.

Once again, his thoughts start wandering.

What if you felt the same way as him? What if you were willing to let him touch you, to let him grope your tits? He’d be gentle, at first anyway. Keeping you seated on his lap, hands slowly gripping your thighs, trailing up to your waist, under your shirt… Under your bra if you let him… Would you let him touch your nipples? Would you shiver, or would you moan as he played with them?

A gentle grope, that’s all. He just wants to lean over and grope your pretty body so bad if you’ll let him.

He shouldn’t have let his mind be strayed like that. Now he was actually hard and he had to take care of it.

“Gonna pop off to the bathroom, yeah?” He whispers, leaning down just enough so you’ll be able to hear him.

“Mhm, just passed my room, to the left.” You whisper back, looking at him briefly to see him nod before reverting your attention back to the movie.

Levi stands up the best he can without looking awkward, rushing off in the direction of your room. He shuts the door of the bathroom behind him with a deep exhale, leaning against the counter, almost mentally preparing himself for what he was about to do in your home.

The corner of his eye catches something, and all of a sudden, Levi feels like the luckiest man on Earth.

Your panties. Laying on the floor, near the shower.

You must have forgotten about them, he thinks. Or was this just another one of your ways to drive him insane? To make him hornier than he was before? You were tempting him, that had to be it.

He shouldn’t. Levi feels gross enough having to jerk off again thinking about you, the fact he was in your home making it even worse but… But it wouldn’t hurt right? It wouldn’t hurt to pick them up off the floor and use them to aid his fantasies… Right?

Levi’s not really sure when it happens, too driven by lust, but the next thing he knows, he has his sweatpants pooled against his feet, boxers pushed down to his mid thighs while one hand pumps his cock and the other holds your dirty panties.

He bites down on his lower lip harshly, making it plumper than usual. Levi fucks his hand desperately, imagining you bent over, panties pushed to the side as his cock plows in and out of your tight cunt rigourously. He’d make you feel so good, he knows he would, you’d be addicted to his cock.

He swears your his little temptress, innocent on the outside but fucking filthy on the inside. That’s why you’ve been so adamant on showing him your tits, right? That’s why your panties were on the floor. So you could tempt him. Filthy. You’re filthy.

It’s then when Levi starts thinking about fate. The world is so wild, so crazy. So small. Out of all the apartments in the city you could have picked, you chose the one he stayed in – And to top it all off, you were right next to him. It had to be fate. The world was telling him that you two were fated for each other, fated to be with each other one way or another. It warms his heart.

It might be sick and twisted of him to think that way, but it’s true. It’s fate.

Fate brought you back to Levi, and he couldn’t be happier.

Levi groans, eyebrows furrowed as he holds up your dirty panties to his nose and inhales the scent imprinted on it deeply.

His cock twitches, balls tightening and he knows he’s close. Without much thought, he opens your panties as best he can with one hand, letting his cum paint the middle of the fabric as his orgasm rushes over him, jaw slacking open. He wraps the cum covered panties around his cock, beginning to fuck into the soiled fabric, groaning at how it makes sloppy sounds. He imagines your cunt making the same noise as he fills you full of his cum. It’s only when his cock feels too sensitive, covered in a sheen layer of cum and your panties feel heavy with how they’ve soaked the liquid up, that he stops.

He cleans himself up in the bathroom, opting to shove your panties in the pocket of his sweats since he couldn’t leave it out for you to see, otherwise you’d know what he was really doing in the bathroom and he can’t have that. Quietly, he tiptoes back into the living room and takes a seat next to you, noticing how the movie’s almost done.

“You okay?” You question, giving Levi your undivided attention. “You were gone for a while.”

“Mhm. Just felt a little sick from all that buttery popcorn you made me eat.” He says, ruffling your hair as you mumble about how he “didn’t need to eat it”.

He smiles to himself, amused by how gullible you were as he lied straight through his teeth. You probably don’t even remember your panties lying on the bathroom floor, so you would never know what he did, and Levi likes it that way.

A rustling sound from outside snapped Levi out of his thoughts, and being the kind hearted man he was, he assumed it might be a cat. It’s not out of the ordinary for stray cats to be lingering around the building, often on the search for food Levi’s noticed. Either that or they just like to climb ten stories for no reason and walk along the railings. Levi doesn’t mind though, he finds it almost comforting to take care of them indirectly, ears perking up the second there are sounds outside his apartment, almost rushing to pull out the bag of cat food that’s stashed away in his pantry.

As he moved the curtains back and went to open the door, the sight he was met with was not a stray cat – In fact, it might have been better than a stray cat. It was you hanging up your washing. It wasn’t out of the ordinary to see you put up the washing, but today Levi wasn’t able to walk away, instead he wanted to watch you.

Levi held back a chuckle, recalling back to when you’d do the same thing back when you lived with your parents, always popping into the backyard and hanging up the wet clothes when the washing machine was done. He found it almost amusing seeing you peg your clothes up, being hit with a wave of nostalgia. The wind made your hair blow in the air, hips swaying side to side while you faintly hummed along to a tune Levi didn’t recognise – You had always been in love with music, finding new songs to listen to and he’s glad you haven’t changed in that aspect.

It was cute. You were cute.

You could have just turned on your dryer, every apartment had one. It was the 21st century after all, what person didn’t prefer to go down the easy route and shove things in a machine to dry clothes? You, apparently.

Levi gets far too lost in the way your hips sway, the dress stopping at your knees but the wind aids his perverted mind, blowing your dress up just a little so he could see your thighs and boy was it making his mind crazy. Your back was thankfully turned to him, so he could lean against the glass door and continue to stare, if you did happen to turn around, he could pull his curtains in and cover himself up. Levi was thankful to himself for the change of curtains too, they were darker, not those stupid lacy ones everyone was getting nowadays. They let too much light in, and besides, he wouldn’t be able to stare at you like he was doing if he had those lace ones, now would he?

He didn’t even realise when you went back inside, too busy being a sick pervert and obsessing over you. Levi finally sees the clothes you were hanging up now that you were out of the way though. A couple of shirts, some sweats, and those pretty little panties of yours.

He’d still kept the ones from last week, not bothering to wash them properly. They were just rinsed, being kept in the drawer of his bedside table so he could help himself with them when he needed (almost every night since you had invaded every inch of his brain).

Again, fate had to be behind all this. It had to have been, Levi must have saved someone's life in his previous life or something because once again, he felt like the luckiest man alive.

You mustn't have pegged your panties up properly, because a couple seconds after Levi started looking at your clothes, it drifted in the wind and landed on Levi’s balcony.

He was quick to pick them up and go back inside, closing the door, bringing them to his nose and inhaling like a fucking sicko. It was sweet, your fabric softener was sweet, like you. The smell suited you, made the fabric nice and soft. It was pretty, so lacy and see through that he’d be able to see your cunt if you were wearing them.

Levi put them out on a chair so they could dry, mentally reminding himself to put them away in his drawer later on since they’re his now.

Christmas Eve rolled around in the blink of an eye.

Levi finally had time off work and though having food at one another's place had become a regular occurance, Levi invited you over for a Christmas dinner at his, saying it was his turn to cook you a delicious meal after all the little baked goods and breakfasts you had made for him throughout the couple months you’d move in next door.

You’d wrapped his present up in the cutest wrapping paper you could find, little teddy bears dressed in red hats and scarfs. It was glittery, something Levi couldn’t stand since it was so hard to clean off, but the look in your eyes as he took it from your hands paired with the innocent smile you gave him… Maybe, just maybe, he didn’t mind glitter. Afterall, you’d worked so hard to wrap this, so neatly too, he couldn’t let you down now.

Levi’s cooking skills had definitely gotten much better, it was like you were eating out at a five star restaurant honestly. He shushed you up when you started gushing about it, saying he was so much better than you. He just said it was his mothers recipe, he had done nothing special apart from follow it.

It was a perfect night.

“All that food is catching up to me. Where’s your bathroom by the way?”

“Down the hallway on your right.”

“Be back, yeah?” You stood up, flattening your dress and making your way to the bathroom.

On your way back, you’d realised Levi’s window in his room was open, the cool breeze making the door creak a little and to avoid any slamming of doors, you went inside and closed the window. Sure, you should have asked before entering his room, but it was just for a brief couple of seconds.

At least, that’s all it should have been. Just a couple of seconds. You were meant to just close the door.

So, why were your legs frozen at the edge of Levi’s bed?

“No…” You mumble, shocked by what you were seeing in front of you.

At least five different kinds of underwear… Your underwear. You knew they were yours, one of the red laced ones you had bought just a couple weeks before, assuming you must have misplaced them or they must have blown away in the wind since it had been stormy that week.

That’s what you assumed happened with all your missing panties…

They’d just been misplaced…

But apparently not.

They were dirty too… Covered in liquid and you didn’t even want to think about what it could be, even though you knew. You 100% knew what they were covered in, and it made your stomach sick. Your heart sank into your stomach. There was no way this was Levi’s fault…

There is no way Levi has been keeping your underwear in his home…

No fucking way…

Then all of sudden, your vision went black.

The next time your eyes open, you're seated in a chair in a room you don’t recognise, hands and feet tied up, tape placed over your mouth. You can’t even bring yourself to scream, there’s honestly no point, instead silent tears fall from the corners of your eyes.

What the hell was happening…

“O-Oh, thank god. You’re awake…” Levi stumbles into the room, fear evident in his eyes as he looks at you.

But he’s met with you shaking your head, a noise somewhere between a sob and a scream coming from you.

“Hey. Listen, I won’t– I won’t do anything alright? Just let me take the tape off. That’s all, okay? Will you let me do that?” He’s uneasy when he asks and you just stare at him through blurry vision, blinking away the tears as he continues to stand still, waiting for an answer.

You reluctantly agree, nodding back at him, knowing– No, praying that your Levi from before is still there in him. This must be a misunderstanding. Yeah… That’s all it is, a misunderstanding, is what you keep repeating to yourself in your mind.

Levi sighs in relief, crouching down once he’s close enough. The way you flinch away from him almost breaks his heart into two, but he’s gentle. He’s thoughtful. Cautious with how he pulls the tape away from your mouth, rolling it up into a ball and tossing it to the side, looking back at you. “Are you alright?”

“Do I look ‘alright’ to you?” You snap, words harsh and your tone unpleasant. Levi can’t bring himself to say anything, instead just sighing once more and resting his hands on your thighs as he stays crouched down.

“I’m sorry…” Is all he can muster up. “I didn’t mean to do all this. To hurt you… It's just– I just panicked. I’m sorry, ____. Forgive me?” It’s only then you realise that he really did knock you out, that maybe your Levi, the one you knew from before, the one that was soft, kind in his weird little way, maybe your Levi wasn’t in there anymore.

“L-Levi please… Let me go. I want to go home. Please. I won’t t-tell anyone– About this, please. Undo these ropes. Please.”

Levi could only shake his head, hands gripping your thighs tightly. “Can’t. Can’t let you go.”

“W-Why! This– This isn’t right!”

“I know!” His voice was loud, booming, echoing through your ears. He’s never once raised his voice before at you– Hell, he’s never actually raised his voice this loud, ever. Not even when Hange was annoying the living daylights out of him. You were scared, fear pumping through your veins. Eventually, your eyesight went all blurry again, tears forming and falling onto the back of Levi’s hand while you sobbed.

“Shit– Don’t… Don’t cry. Baby, please. Don’t cry, you’re alright.” He was quick to cup your face, thumb wiping away the salty droplets. “I won’t hurt you again, okay?”

“Then why won’t you undo these stupid fucking ropes, Levi?! Let me go… Please.”

“I’m sorry… I just can’t.” You can’t bring yourself to argue with him more, head starting to throb where you were hit as you sob violently, eyes shut tightly in hopes that your head would stop hurting or at least dull the pain at least. If Levi was in pain for harming you before, seeing you cry, broke his heart even further.

“Let me make it up to you… Please.”

A small period of silence before you looked up, sniffling. “H-How…?” You question, hoping it’d be something good, something that would help you forgive him.

“Just… Just relax. Gonna make you feel good, you’ll forgive me after that, yeah?” You tensed as you felt his hands inch further up your dress, breath hitching in your throat.

“L-Levi?”

“It’s okay. ‘M making it up to you.” He whispers, using his strength and bunching the dress up at your waist, leaving your bottom half exposed for him to ogle at. “Relax for me, okay? You know I’d never hurt you.”

You weren’t really sure if that was the case anymore… But it’s not like you were in any position to argue with him, seeing as you were currently restricted in one place and he was free to move around. “Levi… Not– Now how you should be making i-it up t’me…”

“Shhh. You’ll feel good.” He knows you feel scared, which is why he’s touching softly, like you’re made of glass. Like you’re fragile. In a way you are, your heart is delicate right now, you’re hurt because of him and he needs to make you feel better. His fingers play with the hem of your panties, one hand spreading your legs as far as they can go despite the ropes still on your ankles.

“Levi–!” You yelp, feeling the band of your underwear snap back into place rather harshly. He gets your mind off the sting of pain though, mouth peppering kisses to your inner thighs, not missing the way your thighs shake as he moves closer to your core, the fluffy strands of hair brushing against your skin making goosebumps appear.

“You’re so pretty, ‘n all mine.” He murmurs. You cringe at his words audibly, and Levi furrows his brows. You were his. You just didn’t realise it yet. The universe did this, fate did this. It was no coincidence you became neighbours after so long, it was fate. You were his, and he was yours. He’d get you to admit it one way or another.

Levi’s fingers toyed with your panties again, though this time he moved them aside, exposing your pussy to him for the first time. He was at loss for words, just staring at how wet you had already become and all he did was kiss your thighs. Maybe a part of you liked how useless you were, all tied up as he kneeled in between your thighs. For the first time after months and months upon imagining how your cunt looked, he’d finally seen it, and it did not disappoint. You were an angel to him. Prettiest cunt he’d ever seen, and it belonged to his favourite girl.

Ample amount of slick was seeping from your middle, almost like your cunt was drooling, and he couldn’t let it go to waste. So Levi’s tongue darted out, flattening it against your folds, slipping right in between them with a groan, and he licked up, curling the muscle slightly so he was able to catch more of your arousal on it. The tip of his tongue brushed against your clit so perfectly, it had your nails digging into your palms. It wasn’t right… This isn’t how you thought he’d apologise… But you didn’t want it to stop either.

“Hhng– L-Levi.” You spluttered, voice airy, feeling the warmth of his tongue subsiding too quickly.

“Taste even better than I thought it would.” He sneers, and without missing another beat, he dives right back in. Wet sounds echoed through the air as he ate you out, a mixture of spit from Levi and your slick coating the bottom half of his mouth. His movements were sloppy, almost rushed, like he had been starved for so long. Despite how scrambled his tongue was, it still made your brain frantic. It felt so good, you couldn’t remember the last time someone had put in this much effort to make you feel good, that’s probably why Levi’s tongue felt so heavenly between your folds.

You start to twitch above him, and Levi flicks his eyes open, noting how your mouth was open and moans poured out. You were close, that much he could tell. He doesn’t move away, letting his tongue flicker against your nub and going to suck on it to help you reach your high. If you could, your hands would be tangled in his blackened hair tightly, pushing him in even deeper.

“L-Lev– I’m gonna–” You couldn’t even warn him, not that he really wanted to be warned in the first place. Your body went limp as you came on his tongue, trembling slightly as he continued to draw the tip of his tongue up and down your clit to overstimulate you.

You whimpered, trying to move your hips away to get him to stop but his hands gripped your waist, holding you in place easily. “Quit runnin’. ‘M trying to make it up to you, baby.” Vibrations from his voice went straight to your clit as he mumbled the words out.

“‘S too much–!”

“C’mon.” He coos, pulling back to look at you. You can see the way his face is wet. He licks his lips, swallowing while maintaining eye contact. His thumb replaces his tongue, rubbing your nub in small circles to keep you stimulated and shaking. “You can take it. I know you can. You’ve always been so good to me.” He speaks, not giving you much time to say anything as two fingers prod and press against your slick hole.

He relishes in the way you give up so easily, once again falling limp before your hips start to chase his fingers with quiet whines. “More…”

“Okay, baby, okay. Relax for me.” He chuckles, dipping the tips of both digits into your slippery cunt. “S-Shit…” Levi gulps audibly. “Tight… So fuckin’ tight. How’s my cock gonna fit in here, huh?”

“D-Dunno… I– Ahh…” With a mewl, your back arches, Levi’s fingers stretching you open little by little before they fit nice and snug in your clenching walls, buried knuckle deep. It’s pitiful the way you sob for more and at the same time, for less. It feels like too much, his fingers are so much thicker than yours, and it’s been far too long since you’ve touched yourself like this. Your mind is going hazy as your eyes flutter shut once Levi withdraws his fingers. But he pushes them both back in with so much force, in the best way possible. You’re crying, this time begging for more.

His constant movements, in and out, in and out, digits reaching so deep inside you that your stomach starts to form a knot again, walls clenching. He lets you cum again, this time just stimulating your gspot, curling his fingers in just right that you fall apart. You’re so beautiful like this, he can tell you’re close to losing your mind, your eyes looking almost empty from the sheer amount of pleasure.

Levi lets you breathe, pulling out his fingers once you’ve ridden out your orgasm. You look down at him, eyes clouded.

“So good f’me.” He whispers, straightening himself up, holding his slick and cream coated fingers to your mouth. He gives your lips a little tap, only to be met with a whine from you. “Open up baby? Y’got my fingers all messy. Gotta clean up, yeah?”

And when he’s met with no response, he prys your mouth open. Other hand coming to pull your jaw open so he could push his fingers onto your tongue. “Have you gone dumb already?” He questions. You only blink at him, lips closing around his digits as you whimper, tongue cleaning up your mess. Levi smiles, giving your forehead a kiss and pulls out his fingers that are now coated in your spit.

“Levi…” You speak up, voice quiet and airy, so innocent that it makes his cock twitch. “Want… Want more.”

“More?”

“You. ‘M want you… Need you. Please?”

“What do you need? Can you use those big girl words for me or are you too dumb to think that much?” You shake your head, albeit on the verge of losing your mind, you did your best to speak up.

“Cock, need your cock. Wanna be full. Please Levi, need your cock.”

He swears under his breath, almost cumming on the spot while he hears you beg for him, for more of him. “Gonna undo these ropes, okay? You won’t run away from me, will you?”

“No! No, ‘m not gonna do that. Not gonna run away, need you. Need you, Levi. Won’t leave you.” You thrashed around in your seat a little, eyes tearing up at the mere thought of running away from the male after he made you feel so good, and he was willing to give you more too. Why would you ever run away from that?

Levi’s heart doubled in size. You needed him… You won’t leave him. That’s what he wanted, that’s what he wanted you to admit. It’s exactly what he wanted to hear from you. His eyes almost form into hearts, holding your face in his hands so delicately, pressing a gentle kiss to your nose. “Sit still for me.”

He makes quick work on the ropes around your ankles and wrists, making sure to pepper the redness in kisses, mumbling out sorry’s like his life depended on it. You sat still, just like he wanted. You were so obedient, so pliant, Levi felt so lucky in that moment.

With a brain as hazy and faded as yours, you didn’t realise when you had made it to his bedroom, back on his mattress as he held himself above your body. The corner of your eye picked up your stolen underwear, sitting where you had seen them earlier, on the corner of the bed. But this time you didn’t care that Levi had stolen them, that he had used them for his sick fantasies. You were too dumbed down and too driven by lust to care. It actually made your pussy throb this time, knowing that he was getting off to you, that he was so needy he needed to use something of yours, something so intimate and lewd as panties.

You pawed at his chest, tugging on the shirt he had on. “Levi, please fill me up. Need it.”

“I know, baby. Be patient, you’ll get what you want.” Levi’s hands trail over your body, resting on your ribcage. “Will you let me touch these pretty tits first?”

He’d been eyeing your chest for so long now, for so many months. That’s what started his obsession with you in the first place, and now he was just a couple of centimetres away from finally being able to touch them like he’s always wanted.

You don’t respond verbally, instead, pulling the straps of your dress down your shoulders. Levi takes advantage of it, tugging the middle of it down just enough to have your tits spilling out of it. No bra either. Fuck. He thinks he loves you.

At once, Levi’s mouth is sucking on one nipple, tongue brushing across it to make it hard, teeth coming to bite down on the hardened nub so harshly it draws a sob from you. He’s so into it, almost like he’s trying to get more of your tit into his mouth, moaning and groaning around the flesh while his hand gropes the other, pinching and pulling the nipple. When he finally pulls back after what feels like hours, your chest is painted in blossoming hickies. All marked up. For him.

“Off, please. These… Off.” You palm his cock over his pants. You had tried your hardest to be patient but you can’t take it anymore, you need to feel him. All of him.

Levi’s too impatient to pull them off properly, instead just undoing the buttons and tugging them down to his knees along with his boxers. His hands find your thighs, spreading them apart to look at your folds, all slick and visibly throbbing.

He lets a glob of spit fall from his lips, landing on your clit with a small slap, and he waits for it to trail down to your folds, using the head of his cock to rub it against your hole. “Can’t wait longer Levi. Now, give it to me now. Plea–” Your mouth opens in an ‘o’, eyes practically rolling back into your head as Levi finally pushes his thick cock into your aching cunt.

You fall silent, too far gone, overwhelmed with the feeling of being stretched out so much after so long. Cunt clamping around his cock so hard Levi swears your walls are cutting off circulation, and as he bottoms out, balls pressed against your ass, you get impossibly tighter. It’s almost like your cunt wants to keep him buried there.

“S-Shit… You’re… S’fucking tight– Holy shit, baby.” He groans from above you, biting his lip as he tries to pull his hips back, and he barely gets an inch of his cock out before pushing right back in and earning a sweet whimper from you. “Baby, gotta loosen up. Fuckin’ cunts too tight… Can’t– Can’t move.”

“Can’t… Too much– Cock ‘s too big, Levi I– Ahh–”

Levi grits his teeth as you tighten around him again. “You gotta.” With a sharp inhale, he brings the pad of his thumb to your clit, rubbing circles around it to help you get used to the feeling, and after a minute or so, your cunt finally releases the grip on his cock just enough to let him draw his hips back.

It doesn’t take long for Levi to start up at a rigorous pace, but he just can’t help it. You feel so good around his cock, this is all he ever wanted. “Feels s’good baby, doin’ s’ well f’me.” He mumbles, words coming out harshly, almost drowned out by how hard his hips slam against your own. Sounds of skin hitting skin fill the room, and you’re so damn wet your arousal has dripped down to the crevice of your ass, even coating Levi’s balls, making a sloppy sound every couple of seconds.

If you were dumb before, you had no brain now. His cock hit places so deep inside you, places you didn’t even know existed before, he fucked you so hard, so deep, with every thrust your tits bounced harshly. They were starting to hurt with how hard he was fucking into you, nails digging into the flesh of your waist as he hoisted your legs up, pressing them to your chest as he presses you into a mating press. You swear the tip of his cock is hitting your cervix with every thrust.

“Fuck fuck fuck–” He grunts, plowing into you, growling as your nails start to leave scratch marks down his biceps and shoulders. “G’nna make you all mine. Y’know that you belong to m-me, yeah baby? Only me. Mine. Fate made you mine.”

“Mhmm, ‘m yo– Ah! Yours! Jus’ yours… Levi, ‘m yours.” You’re wailing at this point, sobbing, covered in tears and snots running down your nose, babbling on about his cock, about how you’re his. Levi’s proud, and he leans down to press his lips to your forehead, not missing a beat with his thrusts.

It’s not even shocking to him when you cum around his cock suddenly, going silent as your body twitches and shivers underneath him. You let out a shaky sigh, overstimulation catching up to you rather quickly since Levi kept fucking you through your high. “‘S okay, stay s-still. Quit runnin’ away– Gonna cum soon baby, jus’ a little longer.” He grits out, pinning your body down with ease.

“I-Inside… Inside, Levi. Cum inside me.”

If he wasn’t so close to you right now, Levi would have missed what you said, you were so quiet, voice tiny and frail.

“Fuu–uck.” It was long and drawn out, orgasm rolling over him only a couple seconds after you uttered those words. Hips stilling, pressed right against the deepest spot inside you.

He sighs softly after his orgasm passes, letting his fingers trace your eyelids. You let them open, looking up at Levi with a dazed look, a dumb smile plastered on your face as you feel how utterly full you are now. Full of cock and cum.

“Who do you belong to, baby?” He asks, voice hushed, hand cupping your cheek. “Who owns you?”

“You, Levi, ‘m all yours now. Forever ‘n ever.”

He laughs, pressing his lips to yours for the first time that night. It’s sloppy, messy and rushed. He kisses you like it’s the last time he’ll ever feel you like this, even though it isn’t. Cause you admitted you’re his, and he was gonna keep it that way.

Levi pulls back for air, panting against your mouth, not fazed by how your hot breaths mingled with one another. “Mine, my dumb baby. All mine.”

You two were fated to be together, and Levi’s never going to let you go.

tagging : @leyyvi | @fairyfuyu <3

[astrozuya]

☆ CHERRY !

#CHARACTERS: sakusa kiyoomi, miya atsumu, hinata shoyo, bokuto koutaro + male!reader. #CONTENT: cute things i think the msby 4 do. fluffy hcs. timeskip!characters, established relationship. #NOTES: (@bunniyoo) kiyoo u said u were sick so i wrote some msby hcs to make u feel (hopefully) better, i hope u like these !! they aren't specifically abt sick!reader but i included it in sakusa's part anyways. ilysm <3

☆ HINATA

if he hurts himself in any way he'll use it as an opportunity to get more kisses.

"hey, [name], i fell over and scraped my knee during practice :( when i get home can you kiss it better?"

"ahh, my forehead huuurts, d'you think you could kiss it?"

"hm, i think my lips hurt a bit, could you maybe kiss me there too?"

if you have some physical marks or body parts that you consider flaws, he'll kiss them, lightly tracing them with his hand and brushing his lips over them as he tells you what a gorgeous boy you are, and how he loves everything you consider to be flaws because they're all part of you.

there's a slight blush dusting his cheeks as he says, "don't ever say these parts of you aren't pretty, baby, i think you're really, really cute- and that means all of you!"

gets you flowers or other things you like for no special reason or occasion at all, he just thought of you and wanted to give them to you.

this often leads to him panicking when actual special occasions roll around, because he has no idea how to make things even more special.

"aaah, kageyamaa, what can i do that's super ultra special for [name]? i got him flowers already just last week; it won't be special anymore.. should i get him a ring? it's only our one year anniversary though- should i be thinking about marriage at this point? is it even legal for two guys to get married here? do we have a wedding abroad, then? what do i dooo-"

☆ ATSUMU

talks all the time to his twin and his teammates and friends and even relatives about how amazing you are. he's just so proud of you and all your accomplishments, and he adores you so much, he can't help but brag about his precious boyfriend to everyone.

when he's drunk or sick, he becomes extremely clingy, and literally cries if you leave him for even one minute.

"noo, baby, don't leave me please please stay here," he sniffles and clings to your arm.

he pouts when you respond with, "tsumu, i'm just going to get you something to help with the headache, it'll only take a second-"

"[name], do ya love me? :( then stay with me, don't go. 'm fine, don't need medicine anyways."

he'll keep whining until you give up and cuddle with him.

shit at cooking so he asks osamu how to make you your favourite meals.

he brags lies to you about the fact that he can make complicated dishes, then when you're not there he calls osamu in a panic and demands to be taught how to make it.

"oi, samu, i need ya to teach me how to make tteokbokki for [name], right now. i've got less than an hour to make it before he comes home."

he's greeted by osamu's weary sigh. "tsumu, that's a korean dish, i got no idea how to make it. why'd ya even tell [name] you could cook it, huh? good luck disappointin' your boyfriend."

shh tsumu means well <3

☆ SAKUSA

if you're sleeping/half asleep or too tired to stay awake, he'll brush stray strands of hair out of your face, make sure you're covered with a blanket, and he'll even charge your phone and make sure all your alarms are set.

does things like setting the dinner table, running a bath for you, cooking dinner on days you're busy, washing the dishes and cleaning if you're tired (no i will never stop pushing my malewife sakusa agenda <3)

he'll know if you're sick and if you're feeling even slightly unwell, even without you having to tell him.

he picks up medicine for you, puts on your favourite movie or show and makes sure you're comfy.

if you feel like you'll be okay without him, he'll go to work, but if you want him to stay he'll immediately call msby's coach and tell him he can't come in today.

while you're sick, he'll wear a mask around you but is fine with touching you and sitting with you (even if he's a little further away than normal).

☆ BOKUTO

can sense when you're sad or anxious, and when he does, he'll hug you really really tightly or put an arm around you and kiss your cheek or forehead. if you're in public and you're not comfy with pda, he'll just gently put a comforting hand on the small of your back.

carries you around all the time. loves having you sit on his shoulders or picking you up in his arms. he'll carry you around the house if you're tired, and even if you're fine he'll pick you up and twirl you around or randomly give you a ride on his back. he just loves being able to pick you up and show you how strong he is.

gives you his jacket or coat if you're cold, but doesn't stop at that. he'll give you his scarf, his mittens and his hat too. "i-it d-d-doesn't matter if i freeze as long as you're warm, babe. i'm t-totally ffffine."

"kou, you're literally shivering. take your stuff back."

he'll pout and be like "no >:("

"then.. how about we share? c'mere."

(he's ecstatic about that btw his eyes are literally sparkling ^^)

used to keep a diary about you; this started even before you two began dating, and he'd use it as a progress record. "today, [name] said my cross spikes were neat!!!!!!!! i think he is in love with me."

"akaashi says this doesn't mean he is in love with me. i think he's wrong >:("

"SUCCESS!!!!! [NAME] ASKED ME OUT TO A FESTIVAL!!!!!!!!! IM GONNA BE ULTRA SUPER COOL AND WIN HIM TONS OF PRIZES SO I CAN IMPRESS HIM AND MAKE HIM FALL EVEN MORE TOTALLY IN LOVE WITH ME :DD"

"[name] told me he likes me does he mean as a boyfriend or as bros can't think right now more later"

"HE MEANS IT IN A HOMO WAY YESSS!!!!!!!!!!"