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cosmicjoke · 5 months

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As Above, So Below

Levi holds the girl secure against his chest, her head cradled to his neck, and moves quickly through the back alleys and side streets of the district, toward his and Furlan’s home.

He already knows what Furlan will say, and he doesn’t care.

The girl was alive, and that’s all that mattered.

He could help her. He would.

He’d found her, passed out from hunger, half-drowning in a puddle of sewage. He’d checked her, like he checked all the children he came across. Most were already dead by the time he found them. The ones that weren’t, Furlan was most usually with him, and he would tell Levi no, and Levi would settle then for leaving food or coin.

But she was alive, and Furlan wasn’t with him, and so he’d taken her.

But not before wandering the neighborhood for a good hour, asking about, asking if she belonged to anyone. No one had laid claim. He had no thought beyond her immediate rescue.

She’s as light as a bag of bones in his arms. He knows she’s hardly more than that.

He already knows what Furlan will say, and he doesn’t care.

“No. Levi, no.”

Levi ignores him, laying the girl down on the floor. He pulls his cloak free, bunching it under her head for a pillow. He checks her pulse again. Thready, but it’s still there.

“Lee!”

Furlan stands over him. Levi can feel the weight of his gaze, accusatory. Disappointed.

“She needs help,” he finally answers, and hears Furlan’s sigh of frustration.

“She’s already dead,” Furlan snaps. “look at her! Lee, you can’t keep doing this!”

“She’s alive,” Levi says. “she’s not dead. Don’t say that.”

“She will be soon enough. Levi…” Furlan’s voice softens suddenly, pleading instead of angry. His hand rests on Levi’s shoulder. “look, I know it hurts you. But listen to me. We can’t afford this. We can’t afford another mouth to feed. It’s bad enough, you throwing away half our haul every time we come across some starving kid. You know most of them don’t make it, even when you help them.”

Levi frowns, checking the girl for bruising, lifting her arms carefully, rolling the tattered sleeves of her shirt past her elbows. No track marks, which is good. Means she isn’t an addict, at least.

“She’ll make it,” he answers.

Furlan growls in frustration, tearing his hand away.

“Levi, even if you save this girl, what the hell difference will it make!? The Underground is filled with starving children! What difference will it make, you saving one in who the hell knows how many?!”

“It’ll matter to her!” Levi finally snaps, agitated as he stands, facing off against the older boy. “I couldn’t just leave her there, Fur! She’s alive!”

“Yeah. And?” Furlan steps closer to him, glaring down at him. “Levi, you give half our food away to every kid you come across out there. You give them our money. Oh, don’t give me that look! You think I don’t see you slipping coins to those kids every time you think I’m not watching? We’re barely scraping by week to week. Did you think about that when you decided to take this girl in off the street? You won’t be able to support her and keep up your little acts of charity out there, too. I won’t let you.”

Levi snarls, turning away, back to the girl.

“I’ll figure it out,” he mutters. “I’ll get us more money.”

“How?!” Furlan presses.

“I’ll pull more jobs. I’ll get us the money, don’t worry.”

“What, by yourself?”

“Yeah,” Levi says, eyes fixed on the girl. On the shallow rise and fall of her bony chest.

“God, you and your bleeding heart, Lee! As if it’s that easy! What about our crew? You know we still need to pay them, don’t you? We can’t afford this!”

Levi grits his teeth.

He knows Furlan is right. Knows they’re barely able to get by as is. That he was putting a bigger strain on them by trying to help every little brat he came across out there. Knew most of them ended up dying anyway. He just couldn’t… he couldn’t leave her when he knew there was something he could do.

What the hell good was his strength if he couldn’t use it to help people?

He wishes he could explain to Furlan. Wishes he knew how to put it to words.

That day, when he’d rescued Furlan, and he’d realized he could help… really help. That his strength could be used for something better than keeping his own, miserable self going…

He hadn’t known that before.

Nobody had ever told him.

Kenny hadn’t told him. Hadn’t shown him. Hadn’t shown him anything but how to hurt and kill. And that’s all Levi had thought he was good for. Hurting and killing and keeping his own, miserable self going.

But then he’d rescued Furlan, and he realized he could help. His strength could help, instead of hurt. He’d discovered that all on his own.

Kenny had been a liar and told Levi otherwise. But Levi had found the truth all on his own.

So fuck you, Kenny, he thinks. He could help instead of hurt. He knew that now. It didn’t have to be just hurt.

“Fur,” Levi says, voice quiet. “I can’t leave her. She doesn’t deserve that.”

He turns, looking up at his friend. His first and only friend.

“I’ll get us the money. I swear. I won’t let nothin’ happen to us. You know I won’t.”

Furlan looks tired, mouth turned down at the corners.

Finally, he sighs, shaking his head.

“I’ll make some broth,” he says, resigned. “she shouldn’t eat anything that’s gonna’ be hard for her to digest. Not until her body’s adjusted.”

Levi feels the tension go out of his shoulders, relief washing over him, powerful enough to make his head light.

“… Thank you, Fur,” he says.

Furlan doesn’t look happy, but he doesn’t protest anymore. Just tells Levi to get the girl up onto the couch, to fetch water, see if he can get her to drink any while he makes the broth.

Levi nods, picking the girl back up, careful with her as he carries her to the couch, careful as he lays her down.

She’s so young. Maybe twelve, thirteen years old. He can see beneath the filth of her hair that it’s red. She’ll have lice, but that’s okay. They have soap for that. He’ll be able to comb it out.

Her eyes flutter open, green fogged by the bleariness of hunger, dry lips parting as she tries to speak. They crack and bleed, and Levi frowns.

He remembers.

He knows what she feels.

“Wh-where…” her voice comes out a rasped whisper.

“You’re okay,” Levi tells her, and takes her hand, holds it tight in his own.

Her eyes search for him, but don’t see, too crushed by the exhaustion of desperation.

Levi lays his palm to her forehead, checking for fever. Her skin is cool, though. He doesn’t think she’s ill with disease.

“Can you hear me?” he asks. “Do you think you can drink?”

Her lips work, the column of her throat bobbing as she swallows. And then she gives a single, shallow nod, and Levi feels a swell of hope in his heart.

He clasps her hand again.

“Okay,” he tells her. “just hang on.”

He stands to fetch her a ladle of water, and sees Furlan, looking at him from across the space. The older boy turns away quickly, back to the pot he’s heating over their small coal burner.

Levi feels a pang of guilt.

Furlan wasn’t wrong to be worried.

It was hard enough, just surviving as was. Just the two of them. Another mouth to feed would only make it harder.

But Levi meant it, when he said he wouldn’t let anything happen. He would do whatever it took to protect Furlan. To protect their crew.

He would work himself into the ground to make up the extra cost. To make sure none of them went hungry.

He swears it.

He swears.

Her name is Isabel Magnolia. That’s what the girl tells him when she’s strong enough to speak.

She had a mother, but she died not long back, and Isabel hadn’t known how to survive on her own.

Levi listens to all this with a kind of resigned understanding. It was the same story for so many of the parentless children running the streets of the Underground.

It was the same story for him, until Kenny came along.

Kenny hadn’t been there much, Levi remembers.

Every few weeks, he would come by, spend a few days, teach Levi what he thought he should know, and then leave again. On and on, until one day, he just never came back.

So, Levi understands.

And Levi thinks he could do like Kenny, and teach this girl to survive.

He thinks, better still, he could take care of this girl, the way he takes care of Furlan, and make sure she never has to learn the things he did.

The weeks pass, and Isabel grows stronger. Who she really is begins to shine through. A pistol of a girl with energy to burn.

She takes to calling Levi “Big Bro”, and Furlan teases him over it with the relentlessness of vengeance. But Levi can tell even Furlan has begun to grow fond of her.

Levi won’t say, but quietly, there comes a sense of warmth, that the girl looks at him that way.

He wonders if this is what it might have been like, to have a family. A big brother and a little sister.

That’s how he thinks of them, he realizes.

His family.

He smiles to himself at night, when no one is around to see.

Fervently, he prays, to whatever god there might be, that he’ll always be able to protect them.

#Levi Ackerman #Furlan Church #Farlan Church #Isabel Magnolia #attack on titan fanfiction #fan fiction fan fic #writing

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merakiui · 1 year

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Omg that incel idia brat tamer 😳 it made me think if he found out innocent, naive mc was crossdressing in a boys academy and he blackmails them to fuck him but then mc goes “pls don’t! I’m a virgin 🥺” and little do they know that’s the worst thing they could say because now he HAS to take their virginity, like incel idia thinks he found a SSR card and he’s not about to throw it away lol he’s just so lucky that he found innocent mc before any of those nrc boys could corrupt them and now he can turn them into the perfect waifu :)

Also, thoughts on incel azul finding virgin mc and auctioning off their virginity? Would he go for the money or would he decide to keep it for himself? Tough choices, he better figure it out before floyd finds out because Floyd would def ruin his plot haha

( sorry if this has already been asked before, I couldn’t find anything similar on your blog)

(cw: yandere, nsfw, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, incel behaviors, captivity)

Idia really was blessed with this godly luck to have you, the cutest virgin kitty, all to himself. You and your virginity are indeed SSR-tier. And after he’s molded you into his obedient waifu who only ever thinks of him, he’ll get to break you in until your hole welcomes his dick with ease. But the tight fit is what makes you so irresistible!

Azul would absolutely auction your virginity off. He’ll have one or both of the twins spread your pretty, little hole so that everyone in the audience can see how it barely stretches, still tight as a virgin. You’re dressed in the skimpiest outfit ever, courtesy of Azul’s tastes, though the twins definitely influenced his decisions. You’ll be blindfolded and bound in the prettiest of ways (it’s more art than anything), vision obscured with cloth that’s nearly silken in quality and your restraints are shackles in the design of twisted corals.

Incel Azul doesn’t really see you as a person. You’re more of an object in his eyes. A thing to own. A toy to be used. Something that will inevitably be his. He might have one of the twins bid against the others in the audience solely for the sake of raising the price far past what the normal student can afford until it’s really just rich kid versus rich kid. The twins can afford any price because their family is rich beyond anyone’s wildest dreams, so prices mean nothing to them. Floyd bids haphazardly; he has way too much fun cutting other bidders off with insanely high prices. It’s Jade who’s more meticulous. He’ll wait for the right moments to bring out crazy numbers, smiling covertly when the audience tries and fails to hide both their surprise and contempt.

It really feels like a bunch of animals competing to get out of the slaughterhouse, what with how tense everything is. Fights are forbidden, but it’s so obvious that so many students are ready to have the others’ throats for raising the price.

The twin bidding against the others will win no matter what, and per the contract Azul gets to have you first. Afterwards, the twins are free to take you in whatever form they wish. You become the trio’s personal stress relief, and you’re kept in Azul’s VIP room, where they use you whenever they feel like (which is quite often, nearly every day). Azul’s stare is never sincere, though it might be during sex (it’s hard to tell with someone so deceptive). It’s always so lecherous. His eyes practically stick to you like barnacles on a whale’s back. You feel so gross and dehumanized when the trio refer to you in the most sexual of ways, whether jokingly or cruelly. Floyd calls you a cumdump and Jade’s quietly echoed this sentiment. He’s strange because some days he really does act like a gentleman when he cleans you and bandages any deep bites left by Floyd, but just as kind as he is he’s ten times more wicked.

#twisted chit chat #yandere twst #n/sfw

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localplaguenurse · 1 year

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Hello friend from the country of maples. I have come asking for headcanons for the pants man because it is almost 4am and he is living in my brain rent free.

I would like to blame Hamilton the musical because I googled the difference between “My dearest Angelica,” and “My dearest, Angelica” and at first i thought “huh Morax would do this to wifey” and then a little throwaway like from a ZhongChi fanfic made me realize Pantalone would ALSO do this to his beloved and as the musical goes “consumed my waking days”

Oh my god Al Haitham would do this too.

Guess I’m not sleeping

Headcanons for pants? Headcanons for pants?

I love you, also go to bed pls.

Because you didn't specify what kind of headcanons I'm just gonna throw down whatever I got off the top of my head rn that I didn't include in the health headcanons. Also just fyi I flip flop between certain headcanons mostly because there isn't enough info about him at this very moment, so it's kinda like "what flavour of pants do I crave today?"

ANYWAYS pants time

For a while I headcanoned him as like 27-28 at the absolute youngest because the limited information we have about him gave me young hotshot entrepreneur "thirty under 30" vibes.

Like I can so clearly in a modern AU see his face plastered all over magazines about this young man who worked his ass off to go from rags to riches. (I'm thinking about Bruce Wayne in the opening from Arkham City. "It's billionaire, Vicki. Millionaires are so last year.")

He is unrecognizable from his youth counterpart today. He was this scrawny child, hair matted and tangled and perpetually dirty. Always had some bruises and cuts and scrapes, crooked teeth, the works. With all the money in his pocket, he's been able to afford top of the line medical care, dental treatments, expensive luxury soaps and shampoos, and only the finest of clothing. It's astounding but also horrifying to see how different the two are.

It's not necessarily his favourite food but his comfort foods are whatever super cheap fresh hot meals he could get his hands on. He still thinks back to the very first actually expensive meal he bought with his own money every now and again.

He would never admit this, of course. They'd all laugh at him if they found out he enjoyed peasant meals.

On occasion, though, he will remake one of these really cheap meals for a midnight snack.

He's not a bad cook, it's just all the meals he knows how to make are less about flavour and more about practicality/edibility. That said, though, he knows how to make a meal made from like five ingredients not only last for quite a while, but also taste really good.

Sugar daddy material, he would love nothing more than to spoil his darling rotten, HOWEVER he is not interested in someone only dating him for his money. He wants someone who will let him pamper them, but will also be there in the event everything falls apart and he once again has nothing.

Constantly has to remind everyone that the Northland Bank is SEPERATE from the Fatui. He needs everyone to know that the success of the bank is not because of the Fatui, it's because of him. Vice versa, while the bank's success may have gotten the attention of the Fatui, him becoming a harbinger is because he worked his ass off to get that position.

There is no information on his family or if he even has one, but you know how Lucio from The Arcana has that portrait of his mother all dressed up in regal attire, despite the fact he was raised in a tribe? I think Pantalone would have a bunch of portraits of his family all over his manor(s) sort of like that.

If he ever has kids, he would be so torn between spoiling them because he certainly has the money to do that, but he also cannot stand the snobby little brats of his business partners and does not want his children acting like that.

This is just really random but for some reason All Hail the Fishmen from Lisa The Painful gives me pants vibes and I cannot explain why

And... Yeah! That's it rn, unless you wanna hear about my oc/pants' knife wife Xue, or you have specific headcanons in mind.

#genshin impact #pantalone #genshin pantalone #pantalone genshin #pantalone headcanons #genshin headcanons #genshin impact pantalone #headcanons #ask

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josnhoes · 10 months

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For when you are free, KNAK reader asking Savanaclaw to take them to an amusement park. Sincerely, a wolf.

Content warning: Fluff, pure Platonic, some possessive protective thoughts from the guys but nothing alarming. More akin to protective older siblings who say no that's *my* sibling often,

Back home you'd always loved amusement parks, sure you didn't go often but some of your best memories were at them. So when you overheard some classmates talking about going to one this weekend you knew you had a new mission.

You spent the better part of a day thinking who you could convince to take you. Heartslabyul was out, knowing the dorm it probably had crazy rules and you didn't want to deal with that. Octavinelle you didn't trust the fish mafia not to cause issues. Scarabia was a good option but you figured Jamil was already swarmed with work and keeping Kalim on a baby leash in such a big place wouldn't be fun for him. Ignihyde? No Idia would never enjoy such a crowded place. Diasomnia would be fun but maybe a bit too much for the park goers *other* then you.

So obviously Savanaclaw was the way to go. Leona might be a bit hard to convince, but he was key as he was the one who'd bankroll the trip. Jack would be easy; he adored you and making you happy especially if you asked for things that made for a normal childhood. Ruggie would agree of he wasn't paying for anything plus it would mean basically a day off.

You started with the dormleader. No point in asking Jack and Ruggie until the trip had funds. If he said no you could always set up a lemonade stand or something.

Leona knew you were up to something, it was written all over your small face. There was also a little pep in your step as you walked up to him.

"Can you take me to an amusement park?" You looked up at him with what he could only assume was your best pleading face.

Obviously if he took you he'd need to bring the wolf and Ruggie, "And be around a bunch of screaming brats all day? No thanks." He wasn't heartless and had a soft spot for you, but he had to act like he was going to say no.

"Please big brother Leona? I *really* wanna go with you and my savannaclaw big brothers." You knew he loved being call big brother. Being the second and last born he was the family's moody baby, so being the big brother was an ego boost. Especially since you called his brother Mr.

"Fine but I'm not waiting in any lines so we're getting fast passes." Or the fast pass plus thing.

"Thank you thank you big brother you're the best!" You beamed up at him before darting off to get the other two involved. He would deny the fond fuzzy feelings he got from seeing you so excited.

Jack you didn't even have to really ask. "Jack! I got Leona to agree to take us to an amusement park! You're coming too right?"

He couldn't help the soft smile and the way his tail wagged at how happy his youngest pack member was to do something like a normal kid. "Of course." His smile only grew as you cheered and ran off likely to invite Ruggie.

Ruggie was a wild card. He was used to kids pleading for things. So your only hope is it being free and paid for by Leona would entice him...it would and you knew it.

"Ruggie!!" You ran to him only to trip as you got closer. Luckily the beast mam grabbed your shirt before you met the floor.

"What's got you so riled up?"

"Will you come with me to the amusement park?"

He frowned, "No can do kiddo, I don't have the money for that and neither do you." He felt a little bad denying you.

"You don't have to pay I got Leona to agree to pay!" You beamed up proudly.

"You did? Maybe next time you can ask for a bit more shihihihi. Alright I'll go You know I can't say no to spending Leona's money."

And just like that you had the perfect trio ready to go to the park now you all just had to pick when.

#knak au #twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader

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gwilymz · 2 years

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Can I request dom ken with spanking ;) like a punishment/degradation thing, omfg I would be so appreciative. Love your work!!!

thank you so much!!! im so glad you enjoy them :)

and yes i love this idea sm.. i'm gonna do it with college!kendall because im obsessed with him

NSFW 18+

kendall is someone who craves control but also someone who has gotten anything and everything he has wanted. growing up with money and status and a father who just wanted him to shut up and be out of the way--he got a lot.

so when he's off to college and starts dating and having sex more regularly, it makes sense that he fucking loves control and degradation. he's possessive of his girlfriends; it's not in a toxic way, per se, but in a way where if you're being a little slut-- he'll put you in your place. and he loves how your lip quivers when you're in trouble with him, how you beg for his forgiveness by pawing at his cock or letting him fuck you raw in a dirty club bathroom.

one day you're at a business school formal with him; you really didn't want to go.

"ken, i don't wanna." you complain, halfheartedly swiping on your lip gloss, the kind that kendall fucking loved all over his cock.

"you're going." he straightens his tie, lighting a cigarette to ease his nerves.

"why?" you pout, rolling your eyes. "you can't smoke that in here?"

he shook his head. "i can do what i fuckin' want. my house." he ashes. "and i don't wanna not have a date to this thing."

"it's friday." you whine. "i have friends, you know. like, plans and shit."

"watch your mouth," he warns, sucking in a deep breath and holding it tight in his chest. "you're fucking going."

he grabs your hand. "car is here. you coming or are you gonna be a brat?"

kendall looks at you expectantly, eyebrows raised in a way that's seething, patronizing.

"fine," you say, smally.

"that's what i thought."

once you get there, you're just going through the motions. shaking professors' hands, half-hugging random classmates kendall has shit-talked thousands of times before.

you scoff when 'friends' of kendall's anoint themselves with that title. drink a few too many flutes of bubbly champagne, and giggle loudly with some other girlfriends who didn't want to be their boyfriends' arm candy for the night anyway.

kendall catches on, and he's pissed.

he excuses himself from a conversation with a few of his mentors, his hand finding the small of your back as he leads you into a back closet near the exit of the conference space.

"stop!" you pull his hand off of your wrist as kendall shuts the door behind you, locking it. "what are you doing?"

"what am i doing?" kendall slams you against the wall. you can tell he's over your attitude. "you're being a fucking brat."

"i came to this gala. is that not what you wanted?" you blink innocently at him; you see his jaw set.

"shut the fuck up," he grabs your jaw. "fucking slut."

a smirk lifts your features; your half-drunken state makes it harder to be inconspicuous.

"sorry." you shrug.

"you're such a fucking whore." he spits, strong hand gathering your hair and yanking. "pulling this shit on purpose."

"no, i didn't." you yank his tie forward, eyes caught on his lips, the dark stubble around their pinkness.

he turns you around, bunching your dress up--a long red silk gown he bought you himself.

his free hand snakes up to your mouth to cover it and before you know what's coming he's spanking you, hard.

"you sorry?" he coos in your ear, his hand kneading your flesh, flushed red.

you shake your head; you want more.

flipping you around again, he laughs.

"some fucking attitude you've caught today." he wraps his hand around your throat, pressing hard on your windpipe. "wanna be a fucking whore? i'll treat you like one."

he kisses you in a way that instills fear in your heart; he's rough and vicious and sloppy, one of his hands now braced against the door as he chokes you. your head starts spinning and he lets go, making you gasp for air, but you fucking love it.

"hold your dress up," he commands, and you do. he tears your panties down your legs. "you know, i was gonna fuck you nice and slow tonight as a thank you. but seems like you'd rather be used like a slut." grabbing your jaw and slapping you, he smiles. "that's fine with me."

as he predicted, you're soaked. his fingers easily fuck into you.

"you're fucking pathetic."

and then he takes his fingers out, sucking them dry. he straightens his tie and his jacket and smoothes your hair down, wiping the streaks of makeup rolling down your cheeks with his thumb.

"can't fuck you here, you've already embarrassed me enough."

#ask #succession #kendall roy fanfic #kendall roy fic #kendall roy smut #kendall roy x reader #kendall roy #LOL

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prpfs · 3 months

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This went pretty great last time, but it seems as if the Hellaverse brainrot just won't leave me be! Please be 21+, although 25+ is preferred, and NSFW friendly. I frequently break discord's character limits, so detail is a must, just please don't get hung up on reply length. I'm not desperate for a mirror or anything like that. Add me on discord if you're serious about writing together: boyfood. Tumblr IMs don't load for me, so I can't message you if you like this!! Seriously! I want to but mobile tumblr has made an enemy out of me! Same as before, I'm open to you bringing your own plots instead, the more the merrier! Finally, if we're already writing together and something from this catches your eye, feel free to request it! I'm more than happy to write multiple threads together. Please don't reply with hi when you reach out, I don't know who you are or what you want! Thanks!!!💜

🎭Helluva Boss I'd like to write Fizzarolli.

one: Quitting Mammon initially seemed like the best idea ever, that is until his newfound freedom and lack of purpose prove to be detrimental to his relationship. Not to mention the constant onslaught of lawsuits draining Fizzarolli of a pretty significant chunk of his earnings over the years. Teetering on new lows, Fizz turns up on the doorstep of the only other person he can trust. Blitzø. But it's been years since they've reliably been around one another, and with their rekindled friendship still being so fresh, it's uncertain if this will be another not great idea. And the kicker? It's either curling up on the sofa with Blitzø, or a pallet on the living room floor.

two: Fizzarolli is a porn star, more specifically, Asmodeus' highest earner. He's making waves, the biggest imp in the business and still climbing. It's why Asmodeus is reluctant to tell him about a recent card game with his biggest production rival, Valentino. He doesn't lose too much, but there's a pretty big obligation on the line that Fizzarolli is expected to fill. "Nothing too crazy, you just have to film a movie for him." Valentino, much to his disgust, seems intent on humiliating Asmodeus and his biggest star by having him record with a random imp off the streets. His sadistic glee only grows when he realizes there's a history between them and a negative one at that. Unfortunately, Blitzø needs the money so saying no isn't really an option. Besides, it's just two weeks of shooting together, two very... long... weeks...

three: I'm always looking to explore Blitzø's and Fizzarolli's friendship dynamic before the accident. 🍪 is likely but I'm not opposed to aging them up if that's something that matters to you. I'm looking for awkward first kisses or first times(for one or both of them), silly little imps being cute, and a whole bunch of missed opportunities and misunderstandings. Where we go after the accident is totally up to us. I want realistic dynamics, where even if they realize they have feelings, sharing that somehow seems like the most impossible option in the world - because, you know, dramatic brats. I want jealousy but also affection. Just. Complex dynamics, friends!

🎭Hazbin Hotel I'd like to write Anthony/Angel Dust & Alastor for plot three.

one: Angel Dust is an incubus demon intent on gaining power in Hell. How? Isn't it obvious, by nature, he's meant to seduce - humans specifically as they make for an excellent source of nourishment. How is it that no incubus has ever dared to feast on an overlord...? This plot is open to any character that is currently or has ever been a demon overlord. Please expect an extremely manipulative Angel Dust.

two: Continuing the theme of incubus Angel Dust, I'd love for him to pursue the human version of your muse. They could be a prominent religious figure, maybe they're a drug kingpin at his peak, or how about a celebrity that's just had the most prolific moment of their career. I want him to take down someone at the top of whatever they're doing. I want his toxicity to be a soul-sucking twist of betrayal intent on destroying all they hold dear before he drags them to hell.

three: No real plot here. I'm just kind of itching to try out Alastor and to see how I like roleplaying him. I have vague ideas and I'm great at brainstorming if you tell me what kind of stuff you're into(please don't send your kink lists, I'm not interested in doing wish fulfillment for any of these plots). It should be expected that I'm looking for complicated and realistic dynamics. I'm open to shipping him with most male characters, although some will be a harder sell than others. I'm like vaguely interested in digging into what exactly he made a deal for, but it's nothing required. I'm not interested in writing him as actually romantically interested in anyone(he might act like it for personal gain, though), and while I fully intend to write him in smut, him being ace will be a part of it.

discord: boyfood

#hellaverse rp #helluva boss rp #hazbin hotel rp #fandom rp #fandom roleplay #21+ rp #dead dove

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sheep33hallow · 1 year

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Deluxe Apartment in the Sky: BakuDeku

Summary: Izuku in his old age, was tired of waiting.

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Izuku, 50, retired, and one armed with a fat yellow cat, his ex-sidekick, Kacchan gave him when he retired.

The fat cat, currently sitting on his lap while they wait for Kacchan to finish making dinner. Kacchan was 35, and still active in the hero community, but always visited every two weeks. He was Izuku’s first sidekick for three years before moving on to start his own agency with his best friends Denki and Kirishima.

Their agency was moderately small which they liked because they had more free time since they didn’t have a bunch of sidekicks to look after. Along with that free time, Kacchan continuously made appearances at Izuku’s over the years. He would come over to cook, nag or just simply be around his old mentor.

Seeing him was always a beautiful thing, a not so beautiful thing about Kacchan, is that his bratty attitude never went away and it seemed to have gotten worse when Izuku retired. When he first got Kacchan as his sidekick, his coworkers used to tease him when Kacchan would berate him when Izuku wasn’t in his sight. The man was 33, with over a decade of experience, yet this explosive kid would have him feeling guilty for leaving him alone.

It tampered off when he got more responsibilities with his own agency, but when Izuku lost his arm in a horrible battle and was forced into retirement, the bratty Kacchan resurfaced and followed him all throughout his physical therapy sessions.

Deep down, he knew he was a sucker for punishment, because all in all, Kacchan kept his life entertaining. Another entertaining detail is that Izuku had been trying to marry him for the past year. They weren’t dating. Izuku didn’t feel the need to date Kacchan. He wanted marriage and to tie that brat down to his fat cat owning, one arms hero self.

Izuku brought it up everytime they were together.

“I want to marry you.” Sitting on the bar stool in the kitchen, he put Gary on the floor. He put the cat down gently, but it always seemed to flop over with a ugly yowl as if Izuku chucked him over his shoulder. Bratty as it’s buyer.

“And, I want a deluxe apartment in the sky.” Stirring the fried rice in the pan.

“You talk as if you aren’t currently standing in one.”

“You’re on the second floor, grandpa. You need to be on the 10th before I care.”

“Well I was mauled a few years ago, so I still have that insurance money that I haven’t used.” He said. Laughing at himself irked Kacchan at times.

Crouching down to check on the fish in the oven, he lowered the temp before turning the burner under the rice off.

“Why would I want to marry something defective then?” He leaned his hip against the counter. He was currently in one of Izuku’s merchandise hoodies.

“Same reason I want to marry someone as bratty as you.”

“Those aren’t even comparable. Your arguments to marry me used to be better.” He joked.

Izuku smiled. “Well, I don’t know what else to say at this point. I just want you.” He looked down and saw Gary hadn’t moved from the spot he was placed at. He used his foot to scoot him closer to his food dish, so he could stand up.

He walked around the counter space to stand in front of Kacchan.

“How about this?”

Those red eyes staring intently at him. “What?”

“I’ll change my name to Bakugou and you can choose anywhere in the world, we can be buried together at.”

He always imagined Kacchan having his last name, and would make references to it when they were together sometimes, so he knew Izuku was getting desperate here.

Kacchan’s eyes widened a bit, the Deku hoodie ears on his head shifting a bit as he watched his ex-sidekick think.

“I want that, plus three more cats and for us to move out of the city in the next five years.” That was doable. He just hoped the animals weren’t as lazy as Gary.

He raised his hand to shake on his. Kacchan copying his motion, but when he went to take his hand back, Izuku wouldn’t let go.

“The fuck, Deku.”

“Now.”

“Now?” He said. Confused.

“Now. Married now.”

“What?!”

“I know a spot that is 24/7.” Kacchan wouldn’t be leaving his home tonight. He could leave all of his things at the apartment he shared with Kirishima.

“I have friends, my mom would be so fucking mad, if I did this without her.”

“Call her then.” Grip still tight.

Izuku was calling his bluff. His mom didn’t give a fuck.

“Deku….” He whined.

“You can walk out of here with me, or I’ll carry you. I thought you were a man of your word, Kacchan.” He loved agitating the blond.

“I am! You absolute fossil. Fuck!” Feeling his face heat up. He could just see the picture in the paper tomorrow. Him in Deku’s hoodie and Deku in some sweats and black tank top that exposed all of his scars.

He turned the oven off with his other hand. The other, he knew, was probably going to be held hostage for the rest of the evening.

“I want Katsudon after we sign the papers.” Wow, he was really doing this. His heart was doing a thing. Was it excitement?

“Anything.” He said. Pulling Kacchan toward the door. They both slipped their sandals on.

“I want my mom to design our rings.” He demanded. His mother had wonderful taste.

“Of course.” Walking out the door. He locked it behind him. Heading to the elevator.

“Can I say what I want?” Izuku said.

“I am taking you to the bank with this whole shindig, so shoot.” He pressed the button to the bottom level.

Switching to grab Katsuki’s other hand. Izuku pressed close against his back. “I want you to bounce on my cock later.” He whispered in his ear. “You know defective people can only do so much in the bedroom. So watching you try and handle my girth is all I need for the remainder of my days.”

Any bystander walking by, would have only missed a slight glimpse of a person in a Deku hoodie dropping to his knees as the elevator doors closed.

AO3

#bakudeku #dekubaku #fanficiton

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halt-kun · 2 years

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Hunter x Hunter Chapter 133 - How to defend yourself with spells

I just watched the movie madoka magica and now I’m in need for more gay

A bunch of creepy stalkers following kids around

Indeed getting this card in front of so many people and then not having any way to protect it is a bit dumb

Bunch of creepy stalkers following kids on a date

Yep there must be skilled guys following you as well. Or girls, in hxh most girls are skilled it seems, most losers are white cishet dudes because of them being seen as the bland character archetype

At least girls have a reason to exist it seems which means someone could be able to find it woke because they can’t stand to see girls, black and queer characters even if it’s purposeful

That was just a rant, sorry I must be spending too much time on twitter

Anyway Gon is cute, complimenting is gamer boyfriend because he’s completely clueless

And Killua is just happy to seem cool and knowledgeable

CUTENESS OVERLOAD

please save me

Killua must be thinking of putting the card in free slots to trick people and also because free slots are way easier to fill up with garbage

I’m sure he knows some cards can steal only in free slots

I hope his wife isn’t a npc, I’d feel bad for him

I’m sure there is plenty of girls playing GI too

I’m glad for them if they’re happy

So there is a way to deposit money !

WAIT a whole night of waiting to buy spells ? This game is poorly designed

There is at most 800 players too, don’t tell me they were all there

I feel bad for this anxious guy

I’m worried about you getting hurt, what would your wife say Motaricke ?

Finally finding peace and love in this cursed game only to loose her husband ?

Killua is the best savage I know and I love him for it

Never get kids if you don’t like bratty behaviour Motaricke

WAIIIIIIIT

what if a kid is born in GI, shit, shit shit, they don’t get a ring ? Without a book you can’t survive

Can they leave for free ?

Please Ging, don’t tell me you didn’t think of that when you designed pregnancy stone ??????

I HAVE QUESTIONS !!!

Wait I assume you saw Killua put it into his binder ? Because it could very well be Gon with it ?

Anyway it won’t be in the restricted slots

You’ll loose your “rare” card

I feel bad for Motaricke

TOLD YOU

He’s a brat but a smart one

Oh SHIT another one

AN EVEN CREEPIER STALKER

SERIOUSLY STOP FOLLOWING KIDS AROUND FOR DAYS

So you’ve got 1/16 chances to get this card

Someone’s autograph is such a random name who’s this someone ? Ulysses ? Odysseum ? Nobody ?

Killua put every card into Gon’s binder, NICE

Look at Gon grinning happily

HAHAHA

Gon is so funny, did he intentionally pick up rocks or is he just the kind of people who picks cool rocks

Both are good

Also, you know, ROCKS

A bunch of them

I sure hope this isn’t foreshadowing anything

Okay so Gon picks up cool rocks

I LOVE HIM GUYS

I like the dumb trivia about techniques in GI

thanks Togashi

33% is good enough to be honest

OH NOOOOOO

Another one

WOOOPS

where is your precious car ?

Thanks Gon

Well he learnt to use nen so maybe out of shape but not powerless either

Gon is a nice kid but this guy is right

TOLD YOU

They did loose the card in the end

TOO BAD

Pretty Shizuku !

I’m loving the extra content cut out of the 2011 anime

This has been so long since the 99 anime I’m not sure which scenes were in it

I know the janken training was

and maybe this one too

I don’t remember all of them so it’s cool

#hxh c133 #hxh liveblog #hxh manga

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the-firebird69 · 1 year

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They have an a****** and the a****** comes at himself and eyeballs have sons carrying bags because he has none and he's an idiot and it's riding around with bags just plastic ones not even doubled and you still there for like 20 seconds staring at it and he's sitting there seeing boy it would be nice and stuff like that and now he's sitting here taking a sweet time well the stuff is out here because he he's now double bagging him so they're doing a purpose and think it gets up and we keep telling them you haven't gotten a damn thing what you got was 1% of the populace off Island and your island is shrinking fast and pretty soon you won't have anything for a stupid aggravating little things like that and then threats on top of it because of the response and fairly soon then I can have anything because of the idiot stuff and another moron with this backpack open as a threat and they don't understand you're being watched and monitored by people who pick you up an hour later you have an hour left. It's pitiful what they're doing is a horrendous act it's terrifying we annoying it really is years and years and years of this too just absurd behavior and they don't think that they'll be a reckoning if they don't think they'll pay for it I think everything is Scott free for being repulsive huge assholes people can easily stupid ass now we don't want that guy to get anywhere that's what he's doing he has enough money to buy a brand new car every day leave and just sit there and watches our son struggle with his bike and comes in pics on him about his bike soon the f*** that guy up

Thor Freya

For sending people over there to mess him up and if he resist good and hopefully the car is idiots cuz we get rid of them here so tired of them they suck so bad they're so freaking dumb

Duke Nukem Blockbuster

I've had it too it's like this idiot on a threats and comments no a bunch of brats it's angry they don't want to take a beating from him what is this one of them well actually they already have but I didn't notice that either don't care what are they going to leave

Frank Castle hardcastle

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Hi jellyyy hope you’re doing well! Can I request for a canon one with possessive (and slightly yandere) but still fluffy Levi and y/n starting from their childhood in the underground all the way to their life in the surface? Thanks a bunch!

Possessive Levi? Yes, please. I feel like this is so Levi to be super possessive of his lover or someone he likes. He's just lost so much that he'd do anything to protect his lover.

You're mine and you'll always be mine.

Pairing: Levi x Reader

Genre and tags: possessive Levi, friends to lovers, secret love, confessions, slightly stalker Levi, growing up, canon world, happy ending.

Concept: Levi notices you one day in the underground and finds himself rather smitten with you. He welcomes you into his home and looks after you, along with his two friends. Not long after, Erwin comes to collect Levi and take his friends away, but he makes a deal that you get to be put in a safe home and Levi can fund your living arrangements with his wages. As the years go by and Levi is working hard, he keeps visiting and makes sure that you are kept far away from other men. However, things come to a front when Levi drags you away from a male admirer and chases him off. He takes you into your home to hide you, then lets out all of his feelings towards you he's been holding onto for years.

Note for readers: Both Levi and the reader are in their early twenties at the beginning, because Levi is in his 20s in a choice with no regrets. Everyone is of age.

Levi sat outside his home as Furlan was busy on a mission and Isabel was having fun somewhere. Levi was alone, bored and lonely. He watched other people go by his home, then locked eyes with you. You were a cute looking thing with a basket over your arm selling what looked like a bunch of flowers.

Levi waited for you to look at him, then he waved you closer. "Tch, oi brat? come here." He gazed at you and thought you were a pretty little thing that he'd like to get to know. "What is it you are selling?"

You showed him your basket. "Flowers. They're not real flowers, but ones I've made from tissue paper, fabric and anything really that won't hurt or harm people. I also make little toys for orphans and give them for free. The flowers I sell."

Levi picked one up, then looked at you. "They're beautiful, well made and I can tell you put a lot of love into them."

You smiled brightly and blushed. "Oh, wow, thank you."

Levi blushed a little and thought of one word as he gazed at you. Mine. He put his hand in his pocket, then pulled out some gold coins and handed them over. "Here."

You took them, then counted to find he'd given you a lot. "Sorry sir, but I can't take all this. This is too much."

Levi closed your hand tightly. "You deserve it."

You smiled a little. "Thank you, sir. I really can't. I could be attacked on my way home."

He frowned a little. "Have you been attacked before?"

You gulped hard. "A few times. I hold my own with my knife, but I lose my money."

Levi hummed. "Have you been hurt?"

You nodded. "A few punches and knife cuts, but that's it."

Levi felt annoyed that you'd been hurt. "How about I offer you protection? You got a family?"

You blushed, then shook your head. "N-No one. I'm alone."

He hummed. "Well, you should join me and my friends. I'll give you protection and you have a house to live in."

You looked at the house behind him. "Really? You mean it?"

He jumped off his perch and walked right up to you. "Take me to where you live and I'll help you pack. My name is Levi."

You gave him your name. "I've heard about you. You're well known around here. Yes, I want to move in here. You're amazing and I know I'll be safe with you."

Levi grabbed your basket from you. "I'll place this inside my home. Wait for me."

You nodded, then sat down and waited for Levi. You placed your hand on your chest as it raced a little. You couldn't believe such a handsome was talking to you and wanting to protect you. Levi was so well known in the underground. You knew you could be safe with him, but he did make you a little flustered.

Levi stopped and gazed at you for a moment as you sat waiting for him. He admired you and thought about getting you some pretty dresses. He walked down, then grabbed your hand and pulled you along. "Let's go."

You stumbled along after him. "O-Okay, but umm my place is that way."

Levi stopped causing you to bump into him, then he pulled you along where you told him. He got to your home and saw it was just a one-room shack. You'd kept it clean and tidy, but he felt sorry that you were living in such a bad place. He helped you pack up everything into just one bag. He took you back to his place, then gave you his room.

You blushed as you looked around his room. "I couldn't possibly take your room."

Levi shrugged. "I barely sleep. Besides, you can't fight like my friends and I can. So, I have to keep you close and protect you. I won't do anything to you if I do share the bed with you. I promise."

"I trust you."

He cleared his things off his desk. "Use this desk to make your flowers. I'll help you sell them."

You sat down at the desk, the smiled at him. "Thank you so much."

"Happy to help."

You nibbled your lip, then started working. You made a perfect and beautiful lily of the valley. You walked into the main room to see Levi had his friends over. You blushed a little, then walked over to Levi. "H-Hello." You introduced yourself. "Lovely to meet you."

Isabel grinned. "I'm Isabel!" She hugged you. "Welcome. Levi's told us all about you."

Furlan offered his hand. "Furlan, and yeah he's told us all about you."

You smiled. "I hope am not a disappointment."

Isabel shook her head. "No! I'm so happy there's another girl here." She eyed your hands. "What have you got there?"

You looked at the flower. "Lily of the valley. It means happiness." You handed them over to Levi. "I made them as a thank you." You blushed a little. "Thank you for helping me. I look forward to being part of your family here."

Levi played with the flower and smiled. "Thanks." Levi watched you walk away, then he looked to his friends to see they were both grinning. "Shut up, both of you. I don't want to hear it."

Levi would keep an eye on you and go into your room a few times just to check on you and make sure you were okay. He sold the flowers for you and made you a lot of money. He kept you away from any guy that got close to you. He wanted you to be his and only his.

He entered your room, then leaned against the door frame as he watched you. He smiled as you hummed to yourself and made a little bear. He walked over when you yelped a little. He grabbed your hand, then inspected to see you'd pricked yourself. "Poor brat."

You smiled at him. "It's nothing really. I do it often."

He crouched down next to you. "Well, that's not good."

"It comes with the job."

"Maybe you should do something less dangerous." He massaged your hand and hummed. He pressed his lips against your hand. "What do you think?"

You frowned a little. "This job isn't dangerous at all."

"It is."

You sighed. "It isn't."

He looked at your table of things. "Teach me and then I'll decide."

You gave him a few things, then started teaching him. You watched him make a bear, but it wasn't perfect. He messed up some stitches here and there, but he did it with love in his heart for you.

Levi sighed as he looked at what he'd made. "It's shit."

You took the small floppy bear from him. "I think it's cute. I love it." You smiled at the bear. "Can I keep him?"

Levi blushed, then nodded. "Tch, sure."

You leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

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You sat in your new house feeling a little lonely. Erwin had arrived out of nowhere after you being with Levi and his friends for six months. As soon as Levi was taken, he asked for you to come as well. You were asked to pack, then you were taken up top and placed in a cute cottage with a large garden. You were happy and excited for your home, but because Furlan and Isabel had passed away you felt very alone because Levi was so busy.

You finished cleaning your cottage the way Levi had taught you, then you grabbed your toy and flower making things and sat in your garden at the nice table. You had a little business going of selling your handmade things. You'd make a few, then a delivery person would come and collect them from you and give them to the people you made them for. You liked how things ran, because Levi had set it all up for you.

You let out a long sigh, then put your things down. You stared at the bear Levi had made you a few years back and smiled. You picked it up, then hugged it against you. "I miss you." You let out a long sigh, then looked down the path to see someone on a horse getting closer. "I'm not expecting anyone." You stood up when you realised who it was. "Levi!"

Levi rode over, then jumped off his horse and hitched them to your garden fence. "Hey brat."

You boucned up and down. "Hi!"

He walked into your garden with a few bags. "I hope you don't mind, but we've got no missions for a while and I've asked for some time off. So, you have me for about two or three months."

You squealed, then ran and jumped into Levi's arms. "Yay! I'm so glad!" You kissed his cheek making him blush hard. You jumped down, then reached for a bag. "Let me help with them."

Levi lifted the bags. "I've got this."

You huffed. "Fine, but I'm stronger than you think. Finley has been teaching me to be stronger."

Levi clenched his jaw, then glared at you. "Who the fuck is Finley?"

You let him into your cottage, then led him to your bedroom. "My friend. I love Finley."

He slammed his bags down. "I want to meet this Finley, now."

You smiled at Levi. "Sure. They're due to come over soon. Let me get you a cup of tea." You ran to your kitchen and shouted to him. "I went into town and bought a selection of teas. I knew you'd come to visit me at some point." You turned your head to see Levi was right next to you. You smiled at him with a light blush. "So I got as many nice teas as possible."

He eyed the tea. "You went into town? It's not safe to go there, I've told you that."

You handed him a cup. "Relax Levi, I went with Finley."

Levi's eye twitched. "Right."

You hummed a laugh. "Oh, so what about you? How have you been? You killed many titans?" You gasped and touched his face and arms. "Are you hurt? Did you get injured."

Levi smiled at you and forgot about his possessiveness. "I'm alright. I've been told I'm humanities strongest."

"I saw in the paper!" You ran around. "Where is it?" You grabbed a book, then opened it and smiled. "Here it is."

Levi looked at the book and felt his heart flutter. "You've kept a scrapbook of things on me?"

You nodded and showed him a few more pages. "Yeah. I miss you and I'm proud of you." You gasped. "Will you sign it?"

"Sure. You got a pen?"

You grabbed one from the table and handed it over. "All yours. I'm just going to pop out and grab my things."

"Okay."

You ran outside and gathered all your sewing things, then stopped when you saw Finley. You waved at her. "Hi, Finley!"

She waved to you and walked over with a bag. "Hey beautiful. I got some treats for you."

"Aww, thank you." You let her in, then walked with her to your house. "Oh, Levi is around. I'm so excited for you two to meet." You opened your door. "Levi! Finley is here."

Levi got ready to rip into a guy, but he was met with a buff looking woman and realised that Finley was a gender neutral name. "Finley, right. Hello, I'm Levi. Thank you for looking after the brat."

She shook Levi's had. "It's been a pleasure. She's a lovely girl and speaks so highly of you."

Levi blushed as he looked over at you. "Does she?"

You nodded. "Of course! Why wouldn't I?"

Finley looked between you and Levi, then place the bag on the side. "Well, I was just here to drop off some treats. I'll head out now. Love you."

You hugged her. "Bye." You turned to Levi and smiled. "I need to get to work with my things. Help yourself to anything."

Levi watched you sit at your dining room table and go right to work. He couldn't believe how beautiful you were and how grown up you were as well. He just wanted to kiss you. He walked over, then sat at the table and gazed at you as you worked hard.

Levi reached over and took your hand. "Careful. You'll prick yourself again."

You hummed a laugh. "You're observant. It's like you watch me a lot."

"Because I do." He kissed your hand. "I missed you. I thought about you a lot while I was away."

"I did too. I thought about you a lot." You sighed. "Oh! I made you something."

"Oh?"

You nodded and handed him a little box. "Ta-da!"

He opened the box to see a cravat engraved with a lily of the valley. "It's beautiful and perfect. Thank you."

"You don't have to wear it on missions, but I thought it'd be nice for you to wear now and then."

Levi pulled his cravat off, then replaced it with your one so the flower was right in the perfect spot for all to see. "I'll cherish it."

You smiled at him. "You're all I've got left, so be careful."

"Promise."

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Levi woke up one morning in your bed, then let out a long sigh. He looked over to your side of the bed and saw you missing. He got up for the day, then ruffled his messy bead hair. He strained his ears to listen for you and heard you giggling.

He jumped out of bed with just his PJ bottoms on, then ran into your living room and listened again. He opened the front door to see you laughing at a man. "Tch, oi!"

You turned to Levi and smiled. "Morning Levi!"

"Who the fuck is that?"

You smiled. "This is Jim. He's the delivery guy for me now and then. My usual is having her baby! Cute, right? So Jim has taken over for Helga."

Jim smirked at Levi. "Levi Ackerman, huh? I've always wanted to meet the great Captain. I never expected him to be so...disappointing."

You frowned. "What? He's wonderful."

"He's short, not good looking and has squinty eyes. You deserve better."

You gasped. "He's wonderful and the perfect size. Don't be an asshole." You yelped when Levi punched Jim to the floor. "Levi!"

Levi pointed at Jim. "Back the FUCK off you piece of shit. I know men like you. You woo women to fuck them then you leave."

Jim got up. "She ain't worth my time. The stupid ugly bitch. You deserve each other!"

You pouted, then grabbed a rock and threw it at him. "Get out of here you asshole!"

Levi grabbed your arm, then dragged you inside your house. "This is exactly why I told you to stay away from guys!" He slammed the door closed. "They're all pieces of shit!"

You whined a little. "I know, but how am I going to find a partner if I am shut off from all the guys?"

He paced and panted. "You're not dating anyone."

"Levi."

He turned to you, then shoved you against your door and kissed you roughly. He pulled back and panted. "You're mine and you've always been mine."

You blushed and felt your heart race. "Levi."

He kissed you again, then nipped your lip and pushed his tongue into your mouth. You wrapped your arms around him and clung so tightly. You hummed and moaned as how passionately his tongue massaged yours. You felt breathless. Levi felt like he was tasting heaven. All the years of yearning for you and dreaming up what it'd be like to have you was coming true. You tasted so much better than he could ever imagine.

He pulled back from your lips, but held you close. He spoke in a lust filled voice, deep and husky. "You're mine. I won't let anyone else have you. I love you and only I have ever loved you so deeply and passionately."

You smiled at him. "You're mine too. I love you too Levi. I've loved you for a long time, but I didn't think you liked me that way. I thought I was like a sister to you because of how protective you were of me, but it seems it's because you love me."

He lifted you up, then carried you to your dining table and sat you on it. "I've loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you. I was afraid to tell you because I thought you'd reject me." He cupped your face and rubbed his thumb over your cheek. "But now that I know you want me and want to be with me, I will not stop my love for you. I will shower you with so much love. I come at you with raw strong possessive passion. Are you prepared for that?"

You nodded as you felt a fire burn through you and a heat build below. "I want you and only you. I want to be yours. I want the marriage and the future."

Levi smiled at you. "Then we'll have it brat. You and me. My future Mrs Ackerman."

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filterjeons · 3 years

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baby baby | kth

✦ pairing: kim taehyung x reader

✦ summary: you’re practically taehyung’s favorite girl. even though you are just his sugar baby, he loves you more than any one of his before. unfortunately, you started to turn into the complete opposite of the girl you were before but luckily for him, he knows how to put you back in your place

✦ rating: M, not suitable for minors

✦ genre: smut

✦ word count: 5.7k

✦ warnings: dom!taehyung, sub!reader, sugar daddy/dilf!taehyung, degradation, dumbification, anal play, oral (f receiving), fingering, rough and unprotected sex, overstimulation, creampie, aftercare

Taehyung sighed to himself as he “patiently” waited for you to finish looking through the abundance of clothes that are hung on the racks of the clothing store you two were in. What’s worse is that you probably already have those exact dresses, blouses or skirts but they’re just in a different color. Yet, your irresistible puppy eyes convinced him to drive you to the mall and spend a good amount on you.

When he decided to become your sugar daddy, he should’ve expected to create such a monster because every month he spends at least $5,000 on different sorts of clothes, shoes, makeup, or miscellaneous items. It wasn’t like it was a financial problem for him but because you were his absolute favorite, he was prone to giving you anything that you ever wanted. Now that he thinks about it, you were the most spoiled out of all of his previous sugar babies. You recently asked him to order a bunch of packages and now here you are, going to spend even more money on more clothes that are only going to go in your closet.

Despite all of that, he really loved you and wanted to make sure you were happy. The first time you two met was in a convenience store on a rainy day where you used to work part time. Back then, you were tired all of the time because not only were you working as soon as school ended but you also had to study like crazy once your shift was over. Even after you took on his offer of being his sugar baby, you still worked hard to maintain your scholarship and pay for your best friend Lisa’s rent. Plus, you always spent time with him whenever you had a free day which wasn’t required but it made him happy.

None of his past sugar babies were that caring, they just only wanted him for the money and genuinely didn’t care about him. He didn’t require them to keep him company or be in a relationship, hell he even was aware of the relationships they had with other people. He didn’t expect you to date him either because of the age gap between the two of you shared. He was 29 and you were only 19, in your second year of college. But you decided to be his girlfriend because you really liked him regardless of the money and because of that, he always had a special place in his heart for you.

What’s the point of buying all these clothes when he’s just going to rip them off of you?, he thought as he watched you shift through the neat piles of skirts. Another reason why he has a favoritism towards you was that you were just the best with him in bed. Some days you’ll be obedient and he’ll be caring with you but on other days, you’ll put on a bratty front and he’ll simply fuck it out of you with extra care at the end. He assumes that today will be the latter because of your spoiled attitude right now.

“Y/N honey, I don’t think you’re going to buy anything here so let’s go home now-” Taehyung said, walking over towards you but you brushed him off.

“Just wait for 5 minutes. I wanna see if this’ll look good on me,” you protested.

“It’ll always look good on you. Besides, don’t you have that same dress but in pink?” “I want the black one now, it’s for a party I’m going later on.”

“A party? How come you didn’t let me know before?” You were absolutely perfect in Taehyung’s eyes but a thing that he wasn’t really fond of was him knowing of your plans last-minute. Most of the time it was an accident because you tend to forget things easily but for some reason, it sounded like you didn’t want to tell him earlier.

“Because it’s none of your business. Ugh, there’s nothing good here so I guess I’m going to get this one. Daddy, can I have your credit card?” you grumbled, putting back the pile of clothes that were laying on your arm while the other was texting your friend Lisa.

“Your business is mine because I also have to keep you safe from anything bad that could happen to you. Where is the party?” “At the club of course! Come on Taehyung, who wouldn’t have a party at a club?” “It’s with Lisa, right?” “Why do you care so much, you’ve met her before! She’s literally my best friend and of course I have to go. Just give me your credit card al-”

“Put the dress down. I’m not buying you anything today because of the attitude you just showed me,” he said darkly, trying to get you to listen to him.

“Why not? What did I do wrong?”

“I think I already spent too much on you because now you’re acting like a spoiled little girl,” he growled softly above your ear, his aura overtaking you and making your heart race.

“But...but, I want this one!” you whined, giving him your best pout and stomping your feet like a little toddler. Taehyung laughed at your childish behavior but his decision still remained firm.

“Please Daddy? Please, please, please!”

“No means no. There’s nothing you can do to change my mind.”

“It’s not even that expensive!”

“Y/N, the money isn’t the problem for me. It’s the way you’re speaking to me.”

“Daddy, you said that you’ll buy me anything right? You love me right? Do you not love me anymore? Am I not your favorite?” you pulled the last-attempt lines that typically got Taehyung to do whatever you want. You knew in your heart that he’ll only love you and he blatantly shows his favoritism for you but those words always got him to give in and buy the item.

Taehyung’s expression shifted from softening his stance and debating to giving in before deciding to not settle down to you. It was so close before he surrendered and spent even more money on you. He already loved you since you were his only sugar baby right now and he’s sure you know it too but this time, he’s not going to lose to your charms.

“I’ve already bought you so much stuff, is that not enough for my bratty little baby?” he asked coldly, pulling a card that you’ve never heard before. He’s never called you a brat outright but the degrading name made your stomach turn and a whimper come out of your mouth. “Does she want more?”

“I-I-” “Are you a little brat who likes to be spoiled with Daddy’s money?”

You felt cool sweat dripping down your forehead as you tried to think of a comeback that could match him but most of your previous ones won’t work on him. All you could think of is…

“Yes I am, Daddy.” That nearly sent Taehyung to the edge as he made you put back the dress, grabbed your hand, and walked you out of the mall and into his limo which still amazes you to this day. The chauffeur didn’t even need to interact with you two as he pulled up the golden partition, giving you alone time with him.

“You used to be such a good little girl but now your behavior has gotten worse. It’s such a shame that I have to punish you on the night before your best friend’s party. I would’ve let you go if you told me before but I don’t think that’s an option, especially for what I’m about to do to you when we get home. Besides, we haven’t had sex together in a while now; wouldn’t you have much more fun playing with me than going to a normal party?” he whispered darkly, his hand slowly creeping up your thigh as your face started to blush.

Sometimes, it’s hard to believe that you were the same girl a couple of months ago when he first met you. He remembered the first time he took you to a high-end clothing store, the look on your face when you read the price tag and the way you puffed up in anger when he swiped his credit card on an expensive dress that’ll absolutely look stunning on you.

Now after getting used to buying more items, you took a full 180 on your personality which led you to be the girl you were now. But even though you showed a bratty and whiny facade, he still knew you kept your hard-working and kind heart because it was a part of you that never went away. Alongside your submission to him.

“Daddy, I’m sorry,” you whimpered, his fingers lightly grazing the front of your pussy and feeling the embarrassing wet patch on your panties from your arousal.

“Are you enjoying this? Did you want this all along? Are you acting up like a bad girl because you want me to dom you?” he chuckled, his warm mouth leaving hickeys along the side of your neck and pushing his fingers past your underwear and into your core.

“I...I…” you were breathless, already squirming from his touch and worrying that the chauffeur could hear you. Although there were times when the both of you had no shame in his car, for some reason it was humiliating for him to hear you wrecked like this.

“Huh, are you worried that he might hear you? Do you want him to hear you fucked out against my fingers like a little slut?”

“Oh, uh…” you let out a quiet whimper as you try to cover your noises with your sweater sleeve. Taehyung smirked at how weak you looked as he started to pump his digits in and out of you, the action making squelching noises and the palm of his hand rubbing against your clit. You were absolutely dripping onto his fingers and your panties as muffled sounds were slipping out of your lips.

“Naughty girl,” he tsked as the limo came to a halt in presumably the front of his mansion and he pulled his hand out of your core, licking the excess liquids. You whined at the dirty action and the loss of contact as the chauffeur turned off the engine and exited the driver’s seat to open your door.

“Thank you so much Michael,” Taehyung smiled as the door opened for the both of you to get out. He was acting like he didn’t make you hot and bothered earlier ago while you already looked flustered and out of breath. You knew that he’s absolutely going to snap once the two of you are behind closed doors but you weren’t worried at all. Rather, you were proud of yourself for bringing him to that point because you really enjoyed getting punished by him.

“Strip off your clothes baby girl. Don’t make me repeat myself,” Taehyung says darkly once you get inside his master bedroom. You gaped at him, suddenly feeling shy about yourself.

“Wh-what?” “You should’ve got it the first time. Take off your clothes, missy.”

Even though you were in trouble with him, you still didn’t want to back down to him completely yet so you decided to give him an eye roll and a dramatic groan.

“It’s no use being a brat to me now, rather it’ll just make your punishment worse. I’m saying this for the final time Y/N, strip. Now,” he snarled, his darkened eyes burning daggers into you as he eyed you expectantly.

At this point, there was no use in arguing with him so you huffed and gave in to his demand. You pulled off your sweater and bra, leaving you in just your skirt, thigh-highs, and panties.

“Take off your panties, I just want to see you in your skirt and stockings,” Taehyung demanded, waiting for you to finish. You were surprised he didn’t want you to take off all your clothes but he always loved seeing you in a skirt due to your tendency to wear them often. You slipped off your undies and tossed them in the side, leaving you in the thigh-highs and the skirt that barely left any room to hide yourself.

“Fuck,” he hissed, his bulging hard dick sticking out against his jeans as he manhandled you onto the edge of his bed, the curve of your ass sticking out. You could feel him grind onto you roughly, making you crave more of him. “You’re such a bad little girl, I’m not going to go easy on you.” “Well, bring it on,” you jeered, facing him and trying to rile him up even more. Your statement lit a fire in him because he pushed you down on the bed and immediately attached his lip onto yours in a hungry kiss. You tried to kiss back but his pace was too rough and fast as he slipped his tongue inside yours to assert his dominance.

He broke off from the kiss and went down to your chest, kissing and sucking on your hardened nipple, even nibbling on them. The other one was taken care of by his long fingers, tugging on them and sending sparks of pain whenever he tugged them sharply. You let out a high-pitched moan as he typically never paid that much attention to your boobs.

Being the little shit he was, he decided to become more aggressive once he switched treatments on both nipples. In one, he was biting and sucking on it harshly with his teeth while the other was being flicked and pinched with his fingers. After hearing your mewls and whines, he decided to tug it upwards which created an electrifying shock towards you.

“Ahh! What-oh-oh my god!” you cried as your body tried to calm itself down from the pain while Taehyung watched your boob snap back into place with an evil smirk plastered on his face.

“Aww, does the little baby not like that? Does it hurt?” he mocked and you nodded, tears threatening to fall out of your eyes. “Too bad, little whore. It’s what you deserve after you acted like a dumb little bitch who’s only good for taking in dick.”

You gasped to yourself at the degrading terms, surprised at yourself for hearing him calling you that for the first time and how much you like that. Taehyung could tell as well because of the way your slick is coming down rapidly from your thighs.

“Does the stupid little girl like that? Do you like getting treated as just a dirty little cockwhore for me to use?” he asked, pulling up your skirt and making kitten licks on top of your pussy to tease you.

You bucked your hips up higher for him to keep going: both the degradation and him eating you out. Taehyung’s tongue always felt so good on you and the way he was staring at you could nearly make you cum right now.

“Yeah, you enjoy it so much huh? Being treated like a dumb baby who’s only good at making Daddy feel good? Do you want me to make you feel good? Does your little hole want to be filled up with my cock?”

“Yes,” you whined, thrashing against his face as the ache’s gotten worse for you. At this point, you wanted anything from him just so the burning sensation could feel better.

“Such a little slut. Always desperate for Daddy’s cock,” he shook his head as he licked a stripe of your core before turning you on your hands and knees, your ass in full display.

“Wh-what are you going to do?” you whispered, thinking of the times he’s gotten you in this position when you were in trouble with him. Most likely it’s going to be a spanking so you internally braced yourself for the impact.

“I’m going to do something different,” he replied, pulling up your skirt so your puckered hole was on display. He rubs a finger to prod your entrance, collecting the slick that was forming there. “We haven’t done anal before, have we?”

You shook your head, your heart racing on what he’s going to do with you. For some reason, it made you nervous as it was something that you’ve never done before and you’ve heard so much stuff about it from your friends and the magazines.

“Shh, don’t be nervous, it’ll be okay. You’ll be my good girl and take it, right?” Taehyung comforts you, kissing the back of your neck to calm you down and massaging your butt. You nodded, swallowing the lump down your throat to prepare yourself.

“I-I can do it,” you tried to say confidently, taking deep breaths.

“I know you can, you’re such an obedient little baby...some of the time,” he cooed, prodding your asshole with his thumb to try to get you used to the feeling and using your wetness as lube.

“Hey, what do you mean some of the time?” you barked, turning your head back to face him as a shit-eating grin was plastered on his face and his eyes darkened in lust. Apparently, his statement was supposed to distract you as he started to insert the first half of his thumb into your hole. “Daddy, what the fuck-” “Shh, relax baby,” he said in a soothing tone, feeling your walls clench around his digit tightly.

“Oh, okay,” you nodded and tried to calm yourself down as you took a deep breath and felt Taehyung’s thumb slowly starting to enter deeper inside of you, your walls trying to accommodate the stretch.

“You’re doing so good, taking Daddy’s thumb like such a good girl,” he praised softly, the compliment sending butterflies in your chest and making your face heating up even more. “It’s only a little bit left, you can do it baby.”

By now, you were a moaning and whining mess as you tried to stuff yourself into the pillows due to the embarrassing sounds you were making. You feel so full already and Taehyung wasn’t helping as he’s bringing his hand to the front of your pussy, flicking your clit.

“Such a sweet girl, you took all of my thumb,” he said with admirement, feeling the way your walls flutter around his finger tightly. The thought of you like this, all whiny and helpless under him while he takes you from behind, entered his mind and he let out a growl from the chance that he can make that thought into a reality.

All of a sudden, he pulled his thumb out of your hole, making you groan with disappointment as you were getting used to it inside you, before plunging his long pointer finger inside. You started to let out even more whines as you started to feel overwhelmed with the pleasure, both from the front and behind.

Taehyung added his middle finger and thrusted them in and out, quickening the pace while deciding to stick another one in, making you feel even more full than before. Your body started to tremble as you tried to keep up with him and steady yourself due to the rate he was going at.

“Jesus, have you gotten tighter than before?” he muttered, spreading your walls apart and making scissoring motions in an attempt to go deeper and stretching you out as much as possible so that you’re ready to take his dick later. Speaking of which, he felt himself grow harder with every little movement and sound you make, your cute noises boosting up his ego and turning him on.

You looked absolutely wrecked, the side of your face sprawled onto the pillows as your eyes were closed shut, mouth was open into a moan with drool slowly dripping down the corner of your lips, and your pretty ass sticking out for him as you started to grind on his hand, wanting to feel more.

“You’re enjoying this too much aren’t you, you bad little girl,” he tsked, fingering your hole harder and shoving his pinky inside. With practically all of his long digits inside, it hits every corner of your walls and gives you shocks of pleasure with every thrust which is leading you to your orgasmt. “Do you want my dick inside you, huh?” Your high-pitched squeals of need and you grinding your ass back to feel his hardened dick and chasing your high gave him the answer he needed. “You just want your little holes to be filled up, isn’t that right? Too bad.” All of a sudden, he immediately removed his hands and turned you back on your front, your legs sprawled out for him and your face contorting into a whine from the lack of contact.

“Why-why did you stop?” you panted, sweat dripping down your forehead as he was hitting every single part of you but ended it without any warning and leaving you dry.

“Because my little princess is still a bad little slut. Don’t worry though, maybe if you feed Daddy with your cute pussy, I’ll forgive you,” he replied as he licked a stripe up your cunt and made your body tremble from his dirty words. As he started to eat you out, you made eye contact with him and compared to his softer gaze, his naturally brown eyes are absolutely dark from lust which made him look intimidating. To tease you even more, he gave you a seductive wink and you felt yourself turn into putty as you let him do whatever he wants with you.

“D-daddy..” You were at a loss for words due to the bliss you were in. Taehyung was eating you out completely, kissing your clit, and humming occasionally to send vibrations throughout your sensitive core. His tongue was deep inside your entrance and his fingers were added as well to try to find your g-spot.

At this moment it was like you were in another world with your mind becoming absolutely blank and only focusing on him and your eyes nearly seeing stars. The noises inside the bedroom were extremely lewd, the squelching of your pussy as Taehyung eats you out and the whimpers and moans that are coming out of your mouth.

“Filthy little fuckslut,” he sighed, lapping at your clit and swirling it around between his tongue. When he lightly grazed on it with his teeth, the volume of your whines were even louder than before and you were ten seconds away from releasing.

“Does my angel want to come now? Is she going to release her sweet juices on my tongue?” he asked, staring at your fucked out face from below while thrusting his tongue muscle in and out.

“Mmh-” you whined, the familiar feeling that arises when you feel like releasing slowly taking over you as the rest of your body keeps writhing and twitching from the ministrations that Taehyung was doing to you.

“Pretty little baby,” he cooed, watching you starting to tremble as your orgasm was near. That sets off a reaction in your stomach because all of a sudden, you see your vision going blank and full of stars as you release all of your liquids on him.

It was like you had just dropped down from a roller coaster as you were still trying to come down from your high but it seems like it hasn’t stopped since more liquids were dripping down and soaking the bed sheets.

Taehyung looked at you in awe as some of it were splattered onto his face and surprisingly, your orgasm seemed more intense than before and you were squirting intensely onto his bed. He licked off some of your juices that were onto him before giving a final kiss on top of your cunt as he watches you slowly regain consciousness.

“Huh, what- oh shit, I’m so sorry,” you babbled, realizing what just happened and feeling completely embarrassed. Taehyung had no shame regarding what you two do in bed but it was still humiliating that you absolutely drenched his bed due to how good he was. “No no, it’s okay, besides it was really hot,” he smiled, trying to assure you that everything was fine. You rolled his eyes at his lewd remark as you slightly punched his shoulder, his comment definitely not helping.

“Are you still mad at me?” you asked quietly.

“Of course not, you know I can never get mad at you. But that doesn’t mean I’m not done with you because I still haven’t fucked you yet,” he replied as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, giving you a mini strip-show.

Taehyung was a very attractive man and today it was evident as he kept staring straight at your face while taking off every piece of clothing on him. His honey skin was reflected against the late afternoon sun, causing it to glow like he was some god that came out of the sky. Although he wasn’t the most muscular, you were more than fine with how he looked because a man like him could have any girl in the world and he chose you.

“Why are you taking so long?” you whined as he slowly unbuckled his black jeans. You could see his hardened dick begging to be set free and knowing how good it looked and felt made you absolutely on your nerves as you impatiently kicked your feet immaturely.

“Patience, little girl,” he chided softly as he was now stripped down to his grey Calvin Kleins, palming his big bulge on top of his boxers. “Do you wanna take it off for me?” You nodded rapidly, crawling over to him and pulling down the restricting material. As soon as they were gone, his long and thick cock stood up instantly. Your mouth immediately watered at the sight of it with precum oozing out of the angry head. Honestly, his dick intimidated you due to how big it was and if it’s ever going to fit you despite sleeping together with him multiple times.

“Daddy…” you whispered as he pumped his length to let the precum slick it well. His hands were normally really big but for some reason, they looked small when they’re wrapped around his dick.

“What’s wrong, are you scared?” he teased lightly, a playful grin stuck on his face as he hovers above you to insert it in.

“N-no, I’m ready,” you said confidently as he aligns himself above your entrance, the tip of his dick slightly grazing your folds.

“That’s my good girl,” he praised, immediately pushing himself in inch by inch, hitting all of your nerves and filling you up to the brim. You dig your nails behind his back to try to steady yourself as he seems to be going deeper than before, feeling him hit your g-spot and other nerves that weren’t explored before.

“A-ah, shit it feels so fucking good. Your cunt is so warm and tight for me, holy fucking hell, you like that baby? Like my big fucking cock inside your tiny little pussy?” he grunts, rolling his eyes back as soon as his whole dick was inside you. You mewled pathetically, not being able to find words of how you’re feeling.

Taehyung took your noises as a sign for him to keep going harder and faster. Although you were just getting used to his veiny and lengthy dick burning your cunt, it wasn’t for long as he started to take his dick out so only the tip was above you and slamming it back in. You squealed at the sudden fast pace, his dick pounding into you deeper and harder.

He snapped his hips harder and started to thrust even faster, making you feel delirious and out of breath. The pleasure was overwhelming due to how well and often he was hitting that spot that always made you weak and his deep moans and grunts were turning you on. Your eyes were glossy due to the tears that were slipping out from the euphoria you were in and the way your cute eyes stared at him from below only turned him on even more, fucking you as hard and fast as he can.

“Aww, is my little fucktoy crying? Is it too much for you, huh? Is it too overwhelming for my little baby?” he mocked once he saw your face, thrusting at an inhumane pace. You whimpered at the degradation with glossy eyes, which only set Taehyung off even more.

“Fucking shit, the things you do to me little girl. Daddy’s hitting it so hard and fast, right? You could feel Daddy’s dick deep in your stomach?” With that being said, he palmed the bottom of your stomach and sure enough you could feel the presence of his bulge in there.

“I-I- oh fuck, y-yeah, faster,” you stammered, embarrassed at yourself for not being able to form coherent sentences but at the pace Taehyung was going at, it was pretty useless to.

“Stupid little baby, only good for letting me use her tight and tiny little pussy, my stupid little doll,” he cooed while kissing your cheek affectionately, the soft action mixed with the degradation making your pussy flutter around his cock tightly.

At this point, you were ten seconds near your orgasm due to how well he was making you feel. The familiar knot that signals if you’re about to cum is near and the volume of your noises has risen, filling the rooms with your high-pitched squeals and whimpers.

“Is my baby going to cum soon now? Do you wanna be a good girl and cum for Daddy?” Taehyung asked in his raspy voice above your ear, fucking you against your g-spot.

His words sent off a reaction in you that leads you to your high. You screamed out his name and released every single one of your juices on his dick, your body trembling due to the impact. Taehyung gasps as he couldn’t move due to how tight you were squeezing his dick due to your orgasm.

“Fucking shit, that’s a good girl,” he sighed, watching you slowly try to come down from your climax. For some reason, that just made him ten times harder and wanting to cum as soon as possible.

You were in a state of euphoria, your vision being blackened out and your senses not thinking straight. As soon as you slowly started to regain consciousness, you found yourself in Taehyung’s close embrace as he started to speed up.

“Shh, shh, baby, it’s okay, Daddy’s here,” he said softly, kissing you with love as you started to whine from the overstimulation as Taehyung was continuing to fuck inside you to reach his own high. “Can you hold on for Daddy, please?” You nodded slowly, feeling a bit bad about cumming before him. Although it slightly burned since you were sensitive from your own orgasm, you decided to keep it to yourself just to let him climax.

“You’re such a sweet little girl, my good baby,” he grunts as he started to slow down and his thrusts became sloppier since he was getting close to his orgasm. You let out a cute whine and that’s what it took for Taehyung to release.

With a low guttural groan, you felt his dick inflate inside of you and shoot out loads of his cum. He slowly started to pull himself out of you while he was still releasing, making his seed spill out of you while the rest was stuffed inside of your cunt. He stroked his now sensitive dick to make each last drop land onto your cunt before flopping down next to you out of breath.

“You did so well baby, I love you so much,” he whispered cutely, showing his adorable box smile which made your heart swell while stuffing the remaining cum that was slowly starting to drip out inside of your battered cunt.

“I love you too,” you croacked back, trying to calm yourself down from the two intense orgasms you had and the overstimulation.

“I’m sorry, I must’ve gone too hard on you,” he started to apologize but you immediately stopped him.

“N-no, I’m completely fine. You did really well too,” you smile, hugging him tightly.

“You’re always so sweet but first let me take care of you, okay?” he grinned back, stepping out of the bed and into the bathroom to put on some clothes and clean you up. As soon as he came back, he handed you an oversized shirt and had a washcloth in his hand to clean up your thighs and core.

“Do you mind if I put you down for a bit? I’m going to clean the sheets,” he asked, carrying you onto a nearby chair and changing the sheets. Soon, the bed was back to normal and you two decided to sleep in.

“I’m sorry for acting like a brat,” you said amongst his broad chest as you were snuggled up against him.

“No, it’s okay. You’re still a good girl no matter what,” he reassured you, kissing the top of your head and looking out into the window. The sky has turned into a pitch-black with stars scattered in different areas like a painting. “I’m sorry that you’ll have to miss Lisa’s party. I guess it must be starting soon.’’ “Taehyung, don’t apologize for that. Besides, I’d rather hang out with you than go to a party. It’s okay, she’ll understand,” you said, brushing off his apologies. Of course you would like to hang out with your friend but being with him made you feel like the happiest girl in the world.

“You’re so cute, like a tiny little baby,” he cooed, squishing your cheeks which made you immediately brush his hands off. Due to your age gap, he always found you cute because you were younger than him and treated you like a baby sometimes. It was endearing but sometimes it can be plain annoying.

“Oh my god, you’re so annoying,” you grumbled, turning away from him and placing a pillow on your head to prevent him from bothering you any further.

Taehyung laughed at your antics before slowly hugging you from behind and sleeping alongside you in that position.

With the previous sugar babies he had, he wouldn’t be sleeping with them in this position or have so much love and care but you were different. You absolutely stole his heart and even though you have your bratty moments, you will always be his number one.

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The Man That Is Wilbur Soot [Wilbur Soot x reader]

Paring: c!Wilbur Soot x Gender neutral!reader

Summary: Inspired by the Song Honey Honey by ABBA aka I took the line "I'd heard about you before I wanted to know some more"

Warnings: Fluff?

Words: 3.4K

Masterlist: Wilbur’s Masterlist - Event Masterlist - Full Masterlist

A/N: This was made for my ABBA event. Check it out here! (Also requests are still open! Click here!) btw, this was supposed to be like 1k

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You had heard about Wilbur Soot before. Everyone had heard about Wilbur Soot the President of L’Manberg. The guy who stood up to the Tyrant Dream of the SMP. And came out victorious, unlike the others whose life has been lost to the Tyrant, and their names to the passage of time.

You can’t say, he didn’t intrigue you enough, for you to set out on the dangerous journey that is crossing the SMP. Because he did. His country did. The ideals that you’ve heard about did. Everything intrigued you enough to leave your village behind and track into the world.

So that’s what you did, backpack on your shoulders, map in hand. You set into the big world, on the tracks to the dangerous country that the SMP is. You barely get out of the village before you are able to hitch a ride.

It’s a merchant that is headed for one of the villages closer to the border. It’s a bigger village than your own. The name rings a bell, maybe a traveller has mentioned it when passing by. So you hitch the ride, he tells you about his trades. He’s a merchant of fabrics, listing many places you haven’t even heard of. But there is one that catches your attention.

“You’ve been to L’Manberg?”

“Before it became independent yes.”

“Tell me about it!”

And the merchant does, for the entirety of the ride. He talks about the few people that resided there when he passed through the back then settlement. You beg him to tell each detail he can remember. And he happily provides. You take note of every you hear in your notebook. Your travel journal. Your… well diary.

He’s a good man, you note to yourself when he pulls into the bigger villages. The sun on the horizon.

You’re much further than you thought you would be on your first day.

This is going to be a good trip.

---

This is going to be a horrible trip.

You’ve been wandering for days, the closer to the border of the SMP, the fewer carts had come by, and even fewer willing to take a traveller with them.

You sigh as you watch the sun starting to set, and you are forced to make camp once more. It has been days since you last slept in a bed. To be exact 16 days. You had only managed to stay in an inn for the first night, realising your small amount of money wouldn’t get you far if you spent it all on beds.

You are reminded of the people whom you met that first night, a girl who talked about how President Soot had come by the town in his own travels to the SMP, and she had met him. No not just met him. She had spent the night with him.

And you just couldn’t help yourself, you had to quill your curiosity somehow, so you had once again asked for details, and she had provided.

The fire you get going is better than the last one. Not that the last one had ever turned into a fire. It had rained in the morning, and most of the wood you could find yesterday was still wet by the time you wanted to settle down.

But today, you had been lucky, it had been sunny all day, leading to being able to find dry sticks and a couple of pieces of logs. That you could make into a fire.

A clear stary night over your head as you turn in for the night. Hoping to get at least a couple of hours out of the fire to keep you warm. And to keep the mobs away. Knowing you still have a couple of days of wandering left before you will reach the borders of the SMP. You sigh as you jolt down the few interesting pieces of the day in your notebook.

Not that anything of importance actually happened. But maybe out there someone would read your notebook and find the fact that you saw a parrot in a birch forest be found interesting.

---

You have under half a day of walking left when a cart is willing to pick you up. Turning the hours of walking into a mere hour in the cart. You can feel yourself squirm in your seat as the silence falls upon you and the woman who picked you up.

“…So… Why are you heading to the border?”

She lets you sit in silence.

Rude much?

But… You can’t really call her rude, she was nice enough to pick you up and take you to the border. Where she very unceremoniously dropped you off, and headed off east, seemingly following the border never crossing it. She was… weird.

You instead tighten your back, and head over to the guarded tollbooth. A man looking bored out of his mind and close to sleep sits there. Not even having registered the cart that was there moments ago.

How often do people come through here?

The thought crosses your mind. You know it isn’t one of the main border entrances. You know of one that lies further west. But still, a good 2 to 3 days travel away. Besides you’re pretty sure someone told you the toll at the busy entrances is higher than the ones people rarely use.

But now that you are here and can read the price yourself. It seems the person had either lied to you, or the price at the main entrances are a lot higher than you could ever think about paying.

An idea strikes you, maybe… Just maybe… The guard will fall asleep. Just maybe. You linger on the side of the road. Seemingly interested in the plants nearby. You start jotting down stuff in your notebook. Taking note of the size of the leaves, the colour. You mumble the information to yourself.

Your eyes keep glancing over, as his head slumps down further and further.

It barely takes you a few more minutes of stalling before the guard is full-on snoring. You barely catch yourself nearly letting out a sound in victory.

Silent. Right. No noise.

You can do this. You can sneak past him. You can be silent.

You suck in a breath, as you start moving as slowly as you’ve ever done in your life. Hoping to the sky gods the slowness helps you with being silent. And it does, to some extent. But your backpack still rustles around, and the loose stones on the pathway still skirt across the dirt.

But he keeps sleeping, and before you know it, you’ve managed to sneak past him. Sneak into a country. You did it!

You decide your celebration is best celebrated far from here, and you make your way on the now stone path.

---

It takes you a couple of days before you hit your first village. You’re surprised by this. Normally there is a city around half a days’ time from most border crossings. But this is the SMP. The fact that its citizens aren’t exactly allowed to leave. Is more than public knowledge in other countries. They are under the rule of a Tyrant after all.

You figure it’s time to sleep in a real bed, you deserve it.

You head straight into the in, it’s barely past lunch, but there is a plentiful of people in there already. You stumble a bit at the sight, you had expected a couple of patrons, not a room full of people. But nonetheless, you make your way to the bar.

Conversations bustling around you, a waiter running around, and either the innkeeper themselves behind the bar, or just a barkeeper. You aren’t exactly sure. But you wave them down anyway. Maybe she can help you find the innkeeper and ask for a room.

“Well, hello there, you look exhausted.” Your shoulders sink further down at the comment. Did you really look that bad?

“I was wondering if you had a room I could rent?” you ignore the rude comment and stick to politeness.

“I figured.”

“… So um… Do you have a room free?” You try once again.

“Sorry hun, but if you hadn’t noticed we are full right now.” You completely deflate at the answer. In return, she takes pity on you. “But if you ask around over at the stables, someone might let you on as a passenger and take you to the next city. It’s half a day by cart, so you might just catch one if you’re fast.”

You beam up that answer, profusely thanking her, before running back into the street. Before realising you have no clue where the stables are.

It takes you two people, and three wrong turns to find the stables. And nobody is preparing any carts when you get there. Just a guy saddling his own horse.

Ah well, it never hurts to ask.

You approach the guy.

“Hi!”

He looks a bit confused when you stand across from him, on the other side of the horse.

“Um… good evening?”

You smile at him.

“Can I help you?” He speaks slowly.

“Ah yes! Sorry! I’m a bit out of it. I’m trying to get to the next town over.” You happily tell him.

“And you’re telling me this because…” He trails off. Leaving time for you to answer, instead, you leave him hanging. Until he coughs.

“Because…” He repeats.

“Because I was thinking, maybe you were heading that way.”

He raises an eyebrow.

“I can pay…” You try.

“Well then, why didn’t you start with that.” He looks you and your baggage up and down twice before clicking his tongue. “We can make this work. Do you know how to hold on?”

You nod, and he settles onto his horse, waiting for you to do the same. You manage to hoist yourself up and onto the horse. It doesn’t even flinch at the added weight. You’re thankful to the sky gods for that.

He rides the two of you out of town and onto the road for the next town.

“What’s someone like you this far out in the country?”

“I’m a traveller.” You tell him.

“To the border? So you could look at it and head home?” He snorts.

“No no, I’m not from the SMP, I’m just travelling through. I’m headed to L’Manberg.” He snorts once more.

“L’Manberg? That bunch of spoiled brats.”

“Spoiled brats?”

He laughs this time.

“Don’t you know?”

“Know what?”

“You truly aren’t from these parts.” He comments, and let the conversation fade out after that.

You don’t question the man, instead just pays him as the sun starts to set, and you are once again in an unfamiliar village. At this point, you barely remember the route you used to take in your home from your house to the baker.

Okay, that’s a lie, that is a route that is embedded into your mind, that you could sleepwalk it. For the sole reason that the route had you pass the library. Which was a place you spent a lot of time. Especially after finding out about the interesting man of Wilbur Soot.

Some books portrayed him as a traitor of the SMP, others the hero of the folk. But every single depiction had one thing in common. That he was an interesting enough man for people to want to write about him.

And that made you interested in him. He had started a revolution in a country that wasn’t his. You weren’t sure where he was from. None of the books in your village had mentioned that.

You head into the inn, this time, it’s bustling from evening patrons, but nowhere as lively as the one in the previous town. The reception this time has a separate table. Which you welcome happily. This means you don’t have to cross another sea of half-drunken people you don’t know.

However once again, the inn is full.

What’s going on here?

This one is even larger than the other one and seemingly has fewer patrons. But you take the rejection with a head held high. Thank them for their time, as you head into the now dark streets.

You sit now on a couple of steps, you’re tired, exhausted, and just want to sleep in a bed.

The door opens.

You nearly leave your skin in shock. You had expected the owner to be asleep. Instead, an elderly lady stands there.

“Would you look at that? It seems I have a guest.” She speaks.

“No no, I’m just passing through, I’m sorry I just needed to rest for a moment. I’m sorry. I’ll be on my way!” You ramble on as you scramble from the stone step.

“Nonsense.” She tsks at you. “Come in you poor child.”

She steps back into the house, leaving the door open.

“You coming? Close the door after you, it gets so terrible cold at night.”

You find yourself following her. Closing the door after yourself. You carefully put down your backpack as she ushers you into a seat in the kitchen. Setting a plate of hot steaming soup in front of you. You nearly drool at the sight. You can’t remember the last time you had warm food. Especially not warm homemade food.

You are quick to dig in, and she laughs warmly at you. You feel comfortable here.

“Why were you out in the street this late? That’s no safe place to be.”

You stop the spoon still in your mouth. She laughs once again, but the kind air around her never leaves. You swallow and pull out the spoon.

“I’m making my way to L’Manberg.” You tell her.

“Ah, L’Manberg. I’ve heard about that place. President Soot right?”

“Yes, yes.” You nod at her. “Wilbur Soot.”

“Ah, the Antarctic prince.”

You stop once again.

“The what?”

“The Antarctic Prince?”

You hum.

“Ah my dear, President Soot is the second born of King Philza from the Antarctic Empire.”

You stare at her; this was new information. She laughs once more. You are quick to grab your notebook and write down the new information. How had something this important not been mentioned before? This explains so much to you. And it eagers you even more to continue the trip.

The man of Wilbur Soot only seems to keep getting more and more interesting as each day passes.

The kind lady offers you a bed and a bath.

You are more than happy to receive both. Although you would never admit that to anyone that you could barely recognise yourself in the mirror. And for the second realisation that night. You understood why the innkeepers didn’t want you around.

You’ve never slept as good as you did that night during your travels.

---

You stretch as you can feel the scorching heat of the sun above you. It has been three weeks since you left the kind lady. She had asked for her son to help you move deeper into the country, so you were closer to the border you are desperately trying to reach.

You had travelled with her son for about a week, when he had to start heading more west than south, you had thanked him as much as his mother. But he had brushed you off that having a travelling partner was nice, and that you if came back through he would love to hear stories of the famous L’Manberg and its citizens.

The map you had brought seems to not be well mapped in the SMP. It wasn’t something you were unprepared for, but it did surprise you how little it truly resembled the mapping of the roads.

But a map is a map, and a destination is a destination. So you head onwards.

And onwards…

Sometimes meeting other travellers now that you are deeper in the countries. The nights where you aren’t alone passes faster than the ones where you are.

You hear stories of L’Manberg you have never heard before, and retellings of events but in other perspectives.

It seems a lot of people have a lot of opinions on the small country. But you understand, you too would have a lot of opinions if a city suddenly started wanting independence from its country.

It takes you weeks before you start coming across people who have been near L’Manberg regularly. It gives you a sign of hope. You’re getting closer, your journey is reaching its destination.

---

It’s storming the day you spot the country on the horizon. It’s still storming by the time you reach the country. The SMP toll guard is seemingly nowhere nearby and you pass the border with ease this time. Luckily for you. Or else you would have to explain why a traveller like you didn’t have travel papers.

You had expected to be met with one of the cities of the small country immediately. But it seems they are further from the border. And by further, it takes you an hour at foot-travel to meet the capital of the small country.

The streets are bustling.

That’s when it hits you.

You’ve made it.

You’ve actually made it.

You might look mad, but you let out a laugh right then and there. A laugh of relief. A laugh of victory. A laugh of … being alive.

“Having fun there?”

You turn around, to be met with the eyes of a stranger. A tall brown-haired stranger, nonetheless.

“Yeah, I just… Yeah.” You trail off. You eye him up and down, he’s cute. You put your hand out to present yourself, your name, the country you came from, and the name of the village you used to live in.

“Wilbur Soot, President of L’Manberg.” He returns with a smile. You barely listen to his words. Too captured by his smile. When…

Oh.

Oh, sky gods.

This is the man.

This beautiful human being of a man is the man.

“You alright there?” He asks as he watches you falter for a moment.

“Yes, yes, everything is fine. More than fine actually.” You tell him.

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.” You smile at him, and he smiles back.

“So, what are you doing here? You are an awful long way from home.”

He starts walking, and you fall in step with him.

“I’m here to see the country. I’ve heard a lot about it.” Leaving out the unsaid, I’ve heard a lot about you. He didn’t need to know yet, just how intriguing you found him.

You follow him down the street as he points a couple of things out, a couple of buildings, a couple of people. You listen and stop to note something down a couple of times, and he waits, patiently. Until he leads you to the local inn.

He holds the door open.

“A drink?”

“Yes please.”

He finds the two of you a booth, and you easily fall into conversation.

He asks you about your hometown, you about his.

He asks about your journey, you ask about the revolution.

You continue this game of ping pong. And the further down your drinks you get, the more personal the conversation gets. The less you note down. Yet, the man himself never falters from being the most interesting thing you’ve ever encountered.

And the night moves along, your conversation following.

You don’t really know when his hand landed on your thigh. Or when your lips met his. But suddenly you’re stumbling into a room together.

His touch setting you on fire, and your touch egging him on.

Your head is spinning as your back hits the bed.

Your notebook is lying tucked away safely in your backpack, staying there all the way into midday when you finally wake up. Disorientated, confused, and hungover.

Sitting there in that bed, you can’t help but remember the words of the girl you met the first night. And you can’t help but agree with her. Wilbur Soot surely is a love machine.

You hear rustling beside you, and you turn your head.

He’s awake.

He’s watching.

He’s watching you.

You lazily smile at him.

And at that moment, there is nowhere else you would rather be.

You had heard about him before, and you wanted to know some more.

People later down the line found your meeting story anywhere from boring to fate. But one thing was sure, you entered L’Manberg with one goal in mind. And never left again.

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“Can I slap her for you?” - Corpse Husband | Part Two

Title: “Can I slap her for you?” – Part Two

Pairing: Corpse Husband x Reader

Summary: Being stuck living with the queen of YouTube drama and partying during the pandemic has seriously worn down your patience. Meeting Pokimane has changed your life for the better, making Among Us a pivotal part of your life.

Word Count: 5.2k

Unedited for now. I was eager to post. I will edit it later.

Corpse Masterlist

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<< PART ONE

After you left the apartment, you sat in the parking lot of some random store, trying to decide what to do now. Sighing, you opened your phone and went to Instagram. Corpse was probably wondering if it went okay.

Corpse: She left the stream, thank you!

Corpse: What exactly did you do?

Corpse: She’s sending Sean angry DM’s now.

Corpse: Hey, are you okay?

Y/n: Hey sorry, I had to pack. I’m fine, happy to help get her out of the stream. I switched off the power to her office.

Honestly, you wished you could have stood up against her more often than you did. She was four years younger, so you should have been able to have the say in things. But no, Olivia was a control freak and a spoiled brat too. She would no doubt tell your parents you started a fight with her, and she felt unsafe.

Corpse: Wow, you’re badass. Packing for what?

Y/n: Um, she may have kicked me out of the apartment, and I may have left without a fight because I’m tired of her shit. 🤷‍♀️

Corpse: Do you have a place to stay?

Of course you didn’t and you really should have thought about that before just leaving the way you did.

Y/n: Not really but I will find somewhere.

Well you hoped you could. There weren’t many people who were keen in taking in a friend during a pandemic.

Corpse: Poki’s going to call you.

At that message, your phone started to wring and sure enough, it was Poki.

“Hello?” You asked hesitantly.

“So someone let it slip that your sister kicked you out?” Poki said calmly.

“Is that someone, Corpse?”

“Yes, he said it out of shock but I’m glad he did. Knowing you, you would have kept it a secret from me.” She was right. You hated inconveniencing your friends.

“Damn you, Corpse.” You muttered making her laugh. “Yeah so I ruined Olivia’s stream and she started screaming at me before kicking me out. I didn’t fight it because I am tired of her.”

“Understandable. Well do you need somewhere to stay?”

“Yes but I will find some place.”

“Nope, you’re staying with me. Come over now or I am coming out to drag you back to my place.” Her protectiveness made you smile.

“Sure, I’ll be there in a few.” You hung up.

Y/n: Thank you for looking out for my stubborn ass, Corpse. I would have never told her.

Corpse: Stubborn is one word to describe you. Cute is another.

That comment made your face heat up from the sheer adorableness of it. Corpse seriously just called you cute.

Y/n: Can I say you have a genuinely nice hand. It’s marvelous.

Corpse: Hey, don’t make fun of my hand. It takes all the heat for me. That hand is very anxious every time I post him.

Y/n: Awe I bet. Give him hugs from me. Also tell him I’m a big fan!

The easy flow of conversation between the two of you was nice. You got along extremely well and talking outside of the game was nice, since you could focus on what you really wanted to say to him.

Corpse: He’s flattered!

This was great and took your mind off Olivia and the fact she just kicked you to the curb with nowhere to go. But Poki was there for you. You appreciated her more than she knew.

You pulled up in front of her apartment building, parking the car, you got out and grabbed your stuff. Typing in the code Poki had given you a while ago, you were let into the building. Entering the elevator, you made your way to her apartment.

Barely knocking, the door flew open to reveal Poki. She looked mad but also worried. She pulled you into the apartment and hugged you tightly.

“Can I slap her for you?” She asked calmly.

This made you giggle. “I mean I would like to slap her as well.”

“We should make a plan. Hey, the group is still on, come say hi.” She started to lead you to her office.

“Are they still streaming?” You didn’t want to reveal your face to the world, not like this.

“Oh no. We ended our streams when Olivia started talking about you. She completely wasn’t respecting your privacy and we weren’t about to let her spill it to our viewers.” That was so sweet of them to do.

You had left your bags in the other room while you followed her. An idle conversation was going on when you entered.

“Hey guys, I’m back.” Poki took a seat in front of the computer, she pulled up a second chair. “I have someone special here.”

Sitting down, you saw her nod for you to say something. “Hey, did you miss me?”

They went wild.

“Y/n! Oh we missed you!”

“Don’t leave us again.”

“I’m sorry I invited your sister to stream.”

“Hey Y/n.”

The mix of voices was overwhelming in a good way. Sykkuno, Rae, Sean, and Corpse pretty much spoke over each other which made you laugh.

“One at a time, guys. You can’t overload her.” Leslie told them.

“Sorry Y/n. We just really missed having you here. You’ve become one of our favorite friends to play with.” Sykkuno said sounding as sweet as ever. That man was just the best.

“Yes, I can say we agree.” Rae added.

It was nice to hear they missed you. It really helped to lift your mood as well.

“Did your sister really kick you out?” Toast asked

“Yes she did. But it’s not surprising at this point. She’s probably been gunning to kick me out as soon as she could.” Sad truth

“Well she’s the worst player ever. She can’t keep a secret at all. I really should have never agreed to get her into the group.” Sean said sounding sad.

“Hey Sean, please don’t worry about it. She’s always weaseling her way into things. It’s completely not your fault.” One of the things she loved to do was incessantly DM other youtubers for collabs or for free stuff. She really had no morals.

“Well thank you, Y/n. You’re literally the sweetest.” Sean said earning a bunch of ‘I Agrees’ from everyone else. That really was helping make the night better.

“Who’s up for some more Among Us to relax after that shitshow?” Lud asked making everyone laugh hard. It was agreed the group would do it. Luckily, you had your laptop and joined the call and game and stayed in Poki’s living room to play. Honestly, it was so good for you.

At the end if gaming, you said goodbye to the group. Then Poki showed you to the extra room that used to be her roommates before she moved out last month.

“Hey, are you looking for a roommate?” You asked as you put the bags on the bed.

Poki sent you a smile. “I am. Are you interested?”

This was good. “Yes, I mean I still have to find another job since my main is still furloughing me until this pandemic gets better but I have some money saved up.”

“Hey, please don’t sweat it. Besides, I know a friend who’s in need of an editor, I may have mentioned your name and she really wants to talk to you about it. Is that okay?”

“Wow, that’s perfect. Thank you, Poki. You’re such a great friend.” It felt good to have someone there for you.

She pulled you into a hug. “Always. I am so glad I met you. You’re one of my best friends.”

This was an honor. “Don’t make me cry.”

“I can’t promise anything. Anyway, I will leave you to rest. It’s been a long night. Tomorrow I will give you my friends details.”

“Sounds good, night Poki.”

“Goodnight, Y/n.” She waved goodbye and closed the door behind herself.

Smiling, you sat on the bed. It was such a good thing that she was here got you. But also Corpse was the catalyst that got you to actually tell Poki was what happening. He was sweet and it seemed he was looking out for you.

After changing into comfy pj’s, you brushed your teeth before climbing into the freshly made bed. Opening Instagram, you saw that Corpse has messaged you.

Corpse: I don’t like being too forward but hey here we go. Can I please have your number so we can talk more easily?

A smile made its way to your face. For a tough man, he surely had a sweet way of getting to you

Y/n: Yes you can. xxx-xxx-xxxx.

The nerves jumped when you sent that message. Less than a minute later, you received a text from an unknown number.

xxx-xxx-xxxx

Hey Y/n, it’s Corpse. Would you mind if I called you so we could talk for a little?

You liked this idea truthfully. It only helped to show how genuine Corpse was being.

Y/n

Not at all. Please go ahead and call me.

Your phone rang, displaying Corpse’s name.

“Hello?” You answered the phone while pushing away the anxiety.

A soft deep laugh filled your ear. “Hey sweet girl. How are you feeling?”

His words made you want to sigh in the most lovesick way. That never happened these days.

“I’m good. Poki had an extra room I could crash in and well I might just be her new roommate.”

“I love that. She’s so much better than your sister I assume.”

“She is. Here I won’t have to deal with the incessant pandemic partying Olivia likes to do.” That selfish bitch.

“Shit, is she stupid? She does know she’s risking a lot of lives, right?” You loved that Corpse had the logic you craved.

“So she is stupid, and her response was always that it’s not her problem and that the vulnerable people should stay home.”

“She sounds like the typical beauty youtuber these days.”

“Yes, she is. She has no morals.”

“Well that’s not good. I guess that’s why her name keeps popping up all over social media. She really needs to be careful, before she becomes the next Tana.” He was right but you personally thought she was past that point already.

“It’s too late. She’s already passed the point of return with all of this.”

“Yikes. It’s good you got out of there when you did.” A soft but deep laugh was heard through the phone. The sound made you giggle. Hearing such a tough guy laugh the way Corpse laughs, made you feel giddy. “So about what I said earlier, I meant it.”

“Huh, what are you talking about?” You truly were a little lost by this.

Corpse laughed again. “When I called you cute earlier. I meant it.”

Heat filled your face and a small smile made its way to your lips. “Thank you, Corpse. That’s really sweet of you. I don’t like to show many people who I am because they will immediately connect me to Olivia, and I don’t want that.”

“I get that. I don’t show my face for fear they won’t like me when I do. All my fans have built up this expectation of what they want me to look like and now I just don’t want to let them down. Plus it’s nice being able to stay anonymous if I go into public, but of course people will hear my voice and know. Shit, it’s hard.”

“Awe, I’m sorry. I saw what the attention has done to some people, but I think not everyone goes into that headspace. Also, I think you should stay faceless if it makes you feel better. There is no rule that says you ever have to show your face. People who push you to do it have no boundaries.”

Corpse was quiet for a while and you thought you had offended him. “I’m sorry if I said the wrong thing, Corpse.” You squeaked.

“No, you said the right thing. I was just thinking. You’re right. A lot of people have been on me to reveal my face, but I never intend to. I want to be able to live my life without being swarmed by fans, or god forbid, them judging me by my appearance.”

“Which is really fucked. When I first appeared in my sister video, the comments were awful. They couldn’t understand how she was related to me, but I never thought I looked bad. But I guess they expected Olivia to be surrounded by people in her genre. It was so hard to see those comments.” Thinking back to it, Olivia had even added to it. Telling you that you should have tried to look more like her for the video. You should have worn something more colorful and put-on way more make up then you liked. But you hated that. That wasn’t you.

“I can’t imagine the things they said. Is that why you deactivated your twitter?” How did he know about that?

“Oh, yeah. How did you know about it?”

“I remembered seeing a story about it on YouTube last year. They didn’t show your face, so of course I didn’t know it was you. But I figured it out when Olivia joined the game tonight and she blabbered on about being your sister. I’m sorry you received that hate. No one deserves that ever.” His voice was calming you now.

“Thank you. Olivia seemed to add to it, as well. Fuck, she’s just the worst person.” Family definitely had the ability to be shitty. “Meeting Poki last year really was the best thing. But also joining this Among Us group has been so good for me. Thank you for accepting me.”

“Of course. You’re a natural in the game but you also fit very well with the group.” Corpse really hoped you believed him because this was true. The group had a whole conversation about it when Olivia finally left

“I’m flattered. The Corpse Husband is telling me I fit in with him and his streamer friends. Wake me up, I must be dreaming.” You knew his words were genuine because it was just easy to tell.

“You better believe it, baby, because it’s true.”

You stopped short when you heard him call you baby. Of course Corpse had used that word before but right now it felt more intimate.

Letting out a yawn you realized it was nearing 4 am. “I appreciate it.” You mumbled, feeling the events from the day seep in.

“You’re tired, aren’t you?” His deep voice was lulling you closer to sleep.

“No.” Another yawn broke through.

“You can’t lie to me, Y/n. Get some sleep and we will talk tomorrow.”

The words made you smile. “That sounds good, Corpsie. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, sweet girl.” Despite wanting to stay on the phone, you hung up. Sleep was quickly coming in to claim you. You can happily say you fell asleep with a huge smile on your face.

Waking up was easier than it had been in a long time. Normally you woke up to Olivia screaming at you or someone else. So it was nice to wake up to silence. It allowed you to relax and wake up properly.

Your phone buzzed from beside you. A text from Corpse is what you first saw, so you opened it.

Corpse

Good morning, sweet girl. I hope the night treated you well.

Sweet and to the point. His messages made you think he had a thing for you. Well you hoped he did but he also could just be treating you the way he treats friends.

Y/n

Yes, I slept well and for once I wasn’t awoken by my obnoxious sister.

It would he good not to live with her.

Corpse

I bet. Hey I hate to be the one to show you this, but your sister posted this on her instagram.

He then sent a link to the post. It made your blood boil.

::::

There was a picture of her, she was holding up a ripped picture of you. A huge frown was on her face.

oliviaxoxo It’s a shame when family starts to treat you like you weren’t the one to give them money when they needed it. This is my sister and she’s a bitch. For the last few years, she’s been the one editing my videos. Well I found out she was trying to sabotage me, so I had to fire her and kick her out. What a shame it is when family stabs you in the back. 🙃🙃

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oliviafan23 Is this true? Damn, f*ck fake people.

queenolivia Sueeee herrrrr!

lovinliv Family ain’t shit. Spill her info so we can drag her.

sykkuwu Whoa, why are you spreading lies about your own family?

queenolivia Why would you defend someone like that?

valkyrea You’re such a sad human for doing this. Stop lying.

pokimanelol Let’s see, none of this is true. Your sister has done so much for you and you’ve never appreciated it. Get some help for this.

corpse_husband This is sick. No wonder your name is always blasted everywhere. Do your sister a favor and stop talking about her.

oliviaxoxo I don’t know why you’re defending my stupid sister, but that totally makes you not hot to me anymore. Ugh.

valkyrea Uh, that’s what you got from this. Wow, you’re not worth this.

corpse_husband What can you expect? The covid must have gone to her brain. |

corpseandlivfan Whyyyyyyy Corpse, why would you stand up for her. Do you not realize how horrible Y/n is? Please tell me this is a joke!?!?

corpse_husband Well, she’s a good friend of mine and I won’t let people make up lies. So it’s not a joke.

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You were mad that she’d even say this shit publicly, but you should have known she would. She was nothing without her group of misguided followers.

Y/n

Can’t say I’m not surprised. This is so on brand for her. Thank you for sticking up for me. It means a lot.

Corpse

I would do it any day. She shouldn’t be able to get away with doing that to you.

Sadly, growing up, she did get away with doing the absolute worst shit and you always received the brunt of it.

Y/n

With any luck, she draws negative attention.

You clicked the link to view it again but instead were lead to a page that said the content was unavailable.

Y/n

I believe she just deleted the post.

Corpse

Oh, she did. That’s awesome.

It was. Olivia was never one to swallow her pride and admit any wrongdoings. That means she would never delete a problematic post, but she finally did

Y/n

I didn’t really read any other comments besides you and your friends and the top comments. I can’t imagine what her fans are really saying.

Olivia was completely okay with letting her fans attack people. It was seriously a huge mess. She fell into the category of YouTuber with the worst most entitled attitude.

Corpse

It’s good you didn’t read them, because they were horrible. I can’t believe she would let her fans do that.

Y/n

She’s done a lot of shady stuff. This is even before she blew up on YouTube. There is a lot of issues between us.

There was a lot that could be said about your relationship with Olivia and none of them were good. Forever it seemed, you had tried to make it work and hoped your sister would grow up and change but it never happened.

Corpse

I think she’s a vile human. From what I have seen and her complete lack of human decency, I just can’t help but feel she’s just not a good person and she never will be.

He was right. She would never change.

Y/n

You’re right. Hey, I have to go thank Poki for letting me stay but I also need to go back to that apartment to get the rest of my stuff. Can I call you when I get back?

Corpse

Yes, of course. Good luck heading over there.

Talking to him was pretty natural feeling. It was clear now that you were getting a massive crush on him. You had a crush on a man who’s face you’ve never seen. You couldn’t help it though, his personality just meshed so well with yours. He’d made you feel safe and wanted.

After getting dressed, you found Poki in the kitchen making breakfast. She sent you a sweet smile when you entered the room.

“Thank you for standing up for me against my sister on Instagram.” You were truly honored this group of friends liked you enough to do something like this.

“You’re welcome. I couldn’t just let her say that and get away with it. She’s done a lot to you, that you don’t deserve. Corpse messaged all of us the minute he found it and we all jumped into action. Sean and Felix were getting ready to comment when she deleted it.” She explained as she set a plate in front of you.

“I’m so honored. Thank you!”

“Of course, you’re one of us now and we will never let her get away with this stuff anymore.”

You could just cry with how loved they were making you feel. This is what had been missing in your life. Friends who genuinely cared about you and wanted to protect you from the nasty stuff Olivia was capable of doing.

“Would you come with me to the apartment to get the rest of my stuff?” You asked once the two of you finished eating.

Poki nodded. “Of course I will. You shouldn’t have to go alone.”

An hour later, you exited the elevator on the floor where you once resided. Your sister wasn’t home, which would be good but there was a chance she could return while you were packing. But you would deal with that when it came down to it. The two of you quickly got to work, packing your life up into the boxes you’d brought with you. Luckily, you weren’t one to collect a ton of stuff. You mainly just had to make sure your clothes and makeup were packed up.

You and Poki would fill boxes and pile them by there door, then you would take them down to the car when you acquired a good amount. In the end, you figured you would fill maybe 10 boxes which is actually not too many considering you’ve lived in that apartment for five years.

Poki had left to go take two more boxes to the car while you finished up packing up your last few items. The front door closed, and you assumed it was Poki, but it wasn’t.

“Oh look who’s here? My lovely sister.” Olivia’s voice was flat and emotionless.

You rolled your eyes and turned to find her standing in the doorway, glaring at you. “Hello, Olivia. I’m just packing my stuff and then I’m leaving.”

“Who said you were allowed to come back here?” She grumbled, eyeing the boxes.

“Well, this is my stuff and I have every right to come pick it up.”

“If it’s in my apartment, it clearly belongs to me.” She snarled.

You snapped. “Cut it out, Olivia. This was my apartment too, until you kicked me out last night. You can’t just claim my stuff as your because you’re salty about me having friends.” She was a spoiled brat, and you were done letting her get away with it.

“I’m not the salty one. Everyone can see it’s you.” God she was so annoying. You taped up the last box and turned to her. She held her phone in her hand. “Everyone say hi to my sister. You know, the one I posted about earlier before someone reported my post.”

“Are you live?” You asked, keeping your face expressionless. Olivia would do this.

“I bet some of you remember the few videos I did with her. Well of course that was before she turned against me and decided she was going to try and ruin me. Say hi, Y/n.” A sick smile played on her face.

“I never consented to being in your live, Olivia. Please stop.” You tried to keep your voice calm so that she wouldn’t have any way to make you look like the bad person. But regardless, she was already doing it.

Olivia cackled. “Well I think I’m free to do as I please in my apartment.” You could only imagine what her fans were saying. “You’re right, Andrea, she is an idiot, and I should have her arrested.” She spoke aloud making your blood boil.

“You’re so immature, Olivia.” You grumbled before grabbing the last couple boxes and moving towards the door. Olivia decided to swat the boxes out of your hand, and they fell tumbling to the ground. “What the hell, Olivia. I could have fragile stuff in there.” You growled at her.

Olivia was just laughing. “This is funny. What else should I do, guys?” She asked as she panned the phone around the room.

Her immaturity was giving you a headache. Poki walked in and saw Olivia.

“Oh hey guys, look who’s here. Pokimane.” She panned the camera to Poki who frowned. Olivia just laughed and started talking shit until she was cut off by the stream just ending. “What the hell.”

You gathered the last few boxes, and Poki came to help while Olivia attempted to start another live.

“What the fuck, it won’t let me go live.” She growled while stomping her foot like a child.

“That’s what happens when an influx of people report your live.” Poki spoke as you both had gathered the boxes.

Olivia was frowning. “What did you do, Y/n.” She wanted to pounce at her, but Y/n and Poki were already at the door.

“Y/n did nothing, but I got word of your little livestream and contacted some friends for help. It will be at least 24 hours before you can have another live. But with the amount of people who reported you, well you may be banned for a while.” With that, you and Poki left Olivia standing there is absolute shock.

You and Poki put the last boxes in the car. “Thank you, Poki. How did you get so many people to report it?”

“Well it was actually Corpse. He texted me and informed me that she was doing a live and bothering you. He had his fans go report it, but apparently Sykkuno and Rae also sent their fans. I was going to send mine, but they had it handled. So this was all Corpse.” She explained.

Hearing this made you feel so soft for Corpse. “Awe wow. That’s so sweet of him.”

The two of you entered the car. “Y/n, can I tell you something without you telling him I told you?”

You looked over at her. “Yes, sure.” Your heart rate kind of picked up.

“Well the other day, Corpse admitted he has feelings for you, but he wasn’t completely sure if you felt the same way for him. But I mean I can clearly see you do. Your whole face just lit up when I mentioned him. So do you?”

Heat filled your face and you suddenly felt shy. “I do, yes. Which is ridiculous because I just met the guy, and I don’t even know what he looks like. But gosh, I like him so much. When I talk to him, I feel happy. He’s been so good to me through this crap with Olivia.” You admitted, knowing she already knew.

Poki smiled and squealed in complete happiness. “You two are just the most adorable people! It’s not ridiculous. We pretty much knew from the first time you joined us, that Corpse was into you. But oh my god, you’re into him. You need to tell him!!!!”

You agreed, Corpse deserved to know. “I do. But how? It’s been a really long time since I’ve told someone I liked them. Shit, I feel like I’m in high school again!”

This made Poki giggle. “Calm down, Y/n. I have a plan. Let’s get back to the apartment and we will talk about this. Rae also wants to be involved in this.”

Back at her apartment, you had jumped onto a call with Rae and the three of you talked about what your plan was for you to tell Corpse what you felt for him. Rae and Poki decided to organize an Among Us game strictly for fun and no one would stream, they would also use Proximity chat.

“So we will get him to follow you around until one of us is imposter, then we will lock you into wherever you end up. Do it then” Rae explained sounding so excited.

“Okay, that can work. Let’s do this!” You were nervous but also excited to finally do something good for yourself.

You and Poki set up for the gane and Corpse sent you a text.

Corpse

Are you joining the game tonight?

Seeing a text from him, made you feel giddy.

Y/n

Yep I am. So I will see you in game?

Corpse

Yes you will, angel.

Cue the insane butterflies.

The lobby loaded and it was you, Corpse, Poki, Rae, Sykkuno, Karl, Tina, Sean, Toast, and Leslie. All streamers you had grown to like a lot in the time you have been playing with them.

“Y/n, I am so happy you’re playing with us!” Tina gushed as her little character ran around yours.

“I’m happy to be here.” You really were.

“You’re sister is a piece of work, Y/n.” Sykkuno said.

You giggled. “Don’t I know it.”

“What did she do this time?” Sean asked.

“Decided to film a live when we went to get Y/n’s stuff from the apartment.” Poki explained.

“Oh, that’s gross.” Karl commented.

“I have to thank Corpse for helping.” You stated to the group.

“Yeah Corpse was quick to text us.” Sykkuno added.

“You’re welcome, Y/n. I wasn’t going to let her get away with what she was doing. Truth is, I got a bunch of fan DMs that were telling me what Olivia was doing. So a lot of my fans were already reporting it, but the tweet helped.” Corpse’s deep voice soothed you.

“I appreciate it so much. She was just being an immature brat as always.”

The group laughed before deciding to start the game. Poki and Rae agreed to text you when either of them were imposter. Now it was a matter of getting Corpse to follow you.

The group was on the Polus map, which seemed to be a favorite for everyone.

Rae

We should lock them in weapons.

Rae had texted you and Poki through the group text.

Poki

That’s the best place for them.

Y/n

Okay but I still have to get him to follow me.

Rae

He will. Just wait, I have a plan.

You trusted Rae and Poki to help you. Now it was time to admit it all to Corpse and hope he genuinely liked you back.

Y/n

Let’s do this!

PART THREE >>

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jean-does-not-have-a-horseface · 3 years

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How bout a fic a levi x civilian baker? Reader finds him intimidating at first but as time goes by she get to know him and slowly falls in love with levi. Likes his cleanfreakiness, obsession with tea, his gentleness, how he treats his comrades etc. Reader sees his softer side, hidden under the gruffiness and glares. The setting could be scouts relaxing in a small bakery x teashop every dayoff they get and/or reader donates bread for the scouts? Just a peaceful love story❤ with funny banters❤

This has been in my inbox for months but I only now found some inspiration to write it (I'm basically baking stuff every single day so maybe that's why) anon, if you're still out there I'm sorry for the long wait, I hope this is what you wanted.

Pairing: Levi/ Reader

Tags: fluff, canonverse

Loaves of Love

It all started with a young brunette soldier who had been awestruck by your shop's enamoring display. With her shaky hands and her oily teenage skin pressed against the shiny glass while a streak of drool run down her face.

You had been waxing some tables to start the day with, your feet much swollen and numb by the long standing position when you noticed her; big, round brown eyes that were swooning over the loaf of garlic bread you had placed at the shelf on display were blinking rapidly between you and the object of her desire. She seemed to ignore the voices that we calling out to her as she was fixated on the streaks of smoke that danced in the air, rubbing a tiny area in the glass as if she longed to caress the loaf like a lover.

You couldn't help but crack a smile.

If there was one word that could be used to describe the bakery shop you were working for that word would be 'delicious'.

Or so you wanted to believe.

Your uncle, the owner of the shop and a top baker in Trost, had poured a lot of money to it's renovation after the store was trashed by the breachinf of the walls. It was profoundly evident element in the store that could be found anywhere from the elegant stalls and shelves that were filled with different types of bread and numerous plates of traditional pastries, to the most divine and fine glass that shone on every large window.

The wooden floors were polished to perfection, and twice a day at that, by your uncle's command, and all the tables at the restroom area of the store were cleaned meticulously every single morning. It was a necessary policy of your uncle's; a clean store attracted more customers which meant more income, and thus more independent financial stability for you through a bigger wage. One that you didn't have to split in half with your brother.

Until that day came though, you were stuck with scrubbing and waxing the tables each and every morning.

Wiping down the excess residue of wax, you eyed your brother, noticing how he was setting up loaves of bread neatfully over the caramel brown baskets, carefully making sure he didn't mix up the different breadths of bread. You brother noticed, smiling at you in return and you pointed out to the young brunette whou wouldn't seem to get her face off of your display window.

"She's cute."

"Oh my god Beau, she must be so young you gross little shit."

"The scouts have had their income reduced once again." He announced. "That's why the poor girl is drooling. They're looking for a new bakery to take up their orders too."

"Oh."

"Yeah and uncle said we should do it."

You gave a hard eye with puckered lips to your brother as he voiced that, letting a long sigh escape you. He replied with a side smileand brought his hands to his hair, shipping his locks back before searching for the little hair band in the pocket of his apron. By the time you laid eyes on the small brunette, you noticed that her friends we're accompanying her. You pressed your lips together as you eyed the group of teens, half smiling at them in any case they could see you through the glass. One of them shook his head to the side, shyly blushing as his wide eyes were instantly hidden by his blond bangs.

The were all oggling the display with eyes as wide as the brunettes, You guessed, as your brother had said that they must have been rather hungry; Scouts never really have a big budget nonetheless, and your heart skipped a beat at the paleness on the teenagers' faces, the mere thought of them not having eaten anything for breakfast was more fearful than looking a Titan in the eye.

So, by setting down your table waxing kit, you wiped your hands at your apron and rushed to the small stall that your brother was leaning on.

"Beau, do me a favor and step aside please." You spoke as you marched to him and the hem of your skirt flapped over your ankles.

"Wait, what?"

"I'm feeding the kids."

"(Y/n), they're not stray dogs you know."

"Fine giving them some bread, whatever." You scoffed.

"Uncle's gonna be mad."

"As if I care. I didn't ask to be a baker and work here, plus less loaves means it's on demand."

Your brother sighed at you and slowly shook his head a couple of times. You didn't miss the sly smile that he hid once he burried his face to the palm of his hand, just like he didn't miss the cooking of your eyebrow as you smirked victoriously at him. Taking a complete turn to the opposite direction from the one you were facing you pushed your brother aside and kneeled down to the shelves on the inside of that cashier stall where numerous tote bags laid, folded neatly, ready to accommodate any of your costumer's orders.

You quickly grabbed one, and jounced it open in the air.

Your eyes shot to the teens that still stood before the display, now trying to pull their friend away from it, and hurriedly grabbed a few medium sized loaves in your hands. Once you filled the bag with more loaves than the number of teens you took a quick turn again, your feet stomping the mahogany tiles of the floor underneath you.

"Hello!" Your costumer friendly cheerful voice chatted.

"Ah agagagagagaga!" The brunette from before panicked as she turned to you, her hands stood confused before her chest.

"Hey miss" The tallest of the group, an ashy blond boy, spoke back to you. "We're sorry were standing here like bunch of idiots-"

"Speak for your self Jean! I feel in love with that loaf!"

"Sasha stop being such a glutton!" A girl with ebony hair spoke.

"Oh no it's fine, I just got these for you."

With steady hands a compressee smile on your face you extended the bag to Sasha's direction, the material flapping as it hung from your grip. Sasha's eyes shit wide open, they glimmered with tension and her mouth fell agape as she went to scream at you. Another boy, one with a buzzcut, quickly got his hands on her, linking his elbows inside hers as he wiggled his right palm to her mouth, ready to stop whatever sound the girl wanted to utter.

"Thank you! Please don't give food to Sasha so bluntly, she will bite your hand off." The ashy blonde told you and took a grip of the beige straps of the tote bag. His hand wiggled inside, grabbing a small loaf and he brought it to his nose to smell it before placing it into Sasha's hands.

"You bastars, did you just smell something that was a gift?"

"It smelled good Eren." The boy greeted his teeth.

"Not very accepting of you, she's giving us their most popular bread and the first thing you do is smell it?"

"You've been very annoying today Eren don't test me."

"Eren?" You said, shaking your head in disbelief "Eren Yeager? As in the kid who can turn into a Titan?"

Eren oggled his eyes in yours, marching a foot forward so he could come into a better view and opened his mouth to speak by flapping his lips together. You couldn't help but let out a giggle as you watched Jean roll his eyes at him before taking a step back and tapping Connie's shoulders in order to tell him to unhand Sasha. Any other group of teens would have annoyed you, but these young scouts in particular were known faces of the front lines and over the newspapers at some occasions. You couldn't really hold a grudge to teenagers with issues bigger than yours, you gave them that.

"Yes I am that-"

"Brats."

"I am that brat, what?"

Eren looked around in confusion, questionimg the words that had just left his mouth. You chuckled at him briefly, closing your eyes in the funny of the situation before shooting them open once again as you laid them on the person who had spoke over Eren.

Captain Levi. You almost gasped absurdly loud at the realisation.

Raven hair that shone with a strobe under the early morning light, a porcelain complecion to contrast it, a heart shaped face and narrow almond eyes with thick lashes, a nose that looked like it had been sculped by gods with uttmost delicacy and thin, a pair assymetrical lips that were pressed into a pout. He truly looked better that anyone you had even seen from up close and you found yourself choking with unsaid words as his gunmetal gaze was fixed on you.

"Are you the owner of the store?" He said bluntly, the question reminding you more of a statement.

"Ah, I'm, I'm not! My uncle is and-"

"See I told you he intimidates women!" Connie whispered to Sasha as she stuffed another bite of garlic bread into her mouth, earning a sharp glare from the captain. The duo burst in laughter shortly after the captain turned his gaze from them and you watched as he rolled his eyes at them while digging his lips under his teeth to sink them in his mouth.

"Speak up, my nails don't exactly smell like what you want to say."

You eyed him in confusion, struck by the bluntness of his sarcasm. Still you managed to gather your thoughts with a single inhale. "My uncle is the owner of the bakery, feel free to come in, I'll give fetch him."

"Hm"

With a nod the short man agreed to your proposal, fixing the waist height camel jacket on his chest. It was the beginning of a warm day in Trost, that was for sure and you could see the soldiers around you tense inside their attire slighty. The captain bored his eyes into yours once again as you gestured you to get into the store before him.

Sighing, you entered the the store, giving your brother a wide eyed look before with an awkward smile that vanished in a matter of seconds. You quickly checked to see that the group of teens were lazing out of the bakery, not bothering to follow their captain, as they chit chat they with each other quite loudly.

"Hi, have a seat captain, what can we get you? Something to drink? Or eat? " Your brother greeted from behind the stall, giving the gloomy captain an ear to ear grin.

"Just black tea. Unsweetened."

The captain waved off his hand as he took a seat on a dim lit table and you noticed as his body sank in the chair momentarily. A soft smile over came your features as you stared at him, taking in his bulky form as streaks of light peaked over him, inevitably bathing him in warm morning colors. His finger traced over the table, rubbing softly in a small area as if reluctantly inspecting it.

Of course, you were aware of his antics; many fellow shop owners would compete on who would get to provide captain Levi with his cleaning supplies on his monthly stroll around the town to shop necessities. His mania with cleaning was something that probably unbeknownst to him was a big thing for anyone to his service or even swooning fangirls.

Oh, he had a few of them.

Now, you could see why.

He stood so gloomyon his own, carrying such a mysterious aura around him. With his sleek hand holding the side of his face while being balled up in a tight fist, with his navy gray button down shirt and the knee length boots. Despite being as short as most people said, a fact you were trying to get in your head, because you've only seen him from afar and on his horse, he was still rather bulky, with thighs that were barely restrained by the straps of his gear. With biceps that flexed tight in his jacket.

Shoot, he kind if was a little dreamy, you weren't going to lie.

"Are you going to fetch our uncle or shall I give you a day off to drool over the captain?"

Oh, your brother was always quick to call you out on the bare minimum.

"Fine, fine. I'm off. By the walls."

Okay, yeah, so what if you found the captain a little dreamy, it wasn't going to hurt anyone.

.....

Thinking about your cleaning routine you had concluded that at this point you didn't know if this bakery smelled like the delicious fluffiness of freshly baked bread or sanitary products. People really seemed to compliment you on both nevertheless, whether on individual or collective level. You were simply happy about how most seemed to enjoy their experience at your bakery.

Most, but mostly him.

Captain Levi of the Scouts. He was a regular at your shop for, give or take, three months now. And you couldn't be more happy about it.

Just like today, he was usually dropping by on Mondays, each and every time with a new book in hand, dressed in casually formal attires, that mostly consisted of the same onyx suit and a dress shirt that sat too tight on his petrocals. Your brother would tease you afterwards, making snarkly comments about how you were flirting shamelessly with him, and you'd brush him off with a reply on how unresponsive the man was to anything.

Not convinced with the silly things you told yourself, you brother stood with his back against the bread shelves, grinning victoriously as the little bell of the store rang when the mighty captain slipped inside the store silently. You shit him a glare, a harsh furrowed glare before eyeing the apron that was hanging right next to him. Catching the signal, your brother grabbed the article and rouched it in his hands before tossing it to you.

"The usual?" You smiled slightly at Levi.

"Mhm"

Setting the apron over the bust of your dress, you drag your hands over the cotton front, pinching a few if the ruffles to perfection, then lowering your hands to the small of your back to idle with the straps of the waist in order to tie them in the perfect bow. The heels of your shoes clapped over the mahogany tiles of the floor as you run to the small kitchenette behind that cashier stall, just a few meters away from where your brother stood.

You bent down, then back up, examining the hangers in the area with a cocked eyebrow. Just where were your oven gloves?

"His apple pie is here," You brother said and you clapped a hand over your mouth "I took it out of the oven while you were drooling at him."

"No, oh my god! Is it baked?"

"Would I taken it out if it wasn't?"

You didn't reply. Instead, you chose to fixate your attention at the jars of tea that rested on the top shelf of the kitchenette. The choices weren't many, of course, your store wasn't exactly a tea shop or a coffee shop, the small variety of beverages you had only existed in order to help people digest their pastries better. Nothing too fancy. Yet, for Levi, you had spent days collecting some of the chamomile outside your house, you had tried drying red forests fruits, hell you had even tried making jasmine tea for him.

And for what?

Maybe the look on his face when you'd present him with a new tea blend was all the satisfaction you could use. Actually, that was the only thing it should be; the happiness of a service worker as their costumer enjoyed consuming their product, the fact that it made them come back, maybe the fact that despite not liking sweets they welcomed your pastries without objection.

But it wasn't just that. You knew, your brother knew, maybe even Levi knew and he pitied you.

You had fallen in love with Captain Levi. You had tried your best to supress it, to put it in a box, lock it and dig a hole twenty feet under the ground and bury it so light wouldn't see it again. Him and you weren't possible and you were more than aware ever since the very first day. Still, you had found him becoming so familiar to you in the little times you had seen him that you felt like you couldn't help yourself.

"Are you going to stand there for long? The kettle has been whistling for a long while now."

"Uhh, yes, yeah."

Shaking your thoughts out of your head you fixed your eyes on the whistling kettle. You took another step closer to it and since there wasn't any heat protecting glove in sight, you grabbed the length of your apron in your hand before wrapping your palm around the mettalic handle. You poured the hot water carefully into a large porcelain teapot, through the small almond tea brew that you had previously arranged onto the infuser.

"Don't have that face..."

"What face?" You asked nonchalantly and places the teapot on a tray, right next to the small pot of apple pie.

"You know.. the face... the I'm sad about my boyfriend face."

"I don't have that face." You snarled "and he's not my boyfriend. Shut up before he can hear you."

Walking to a glass shielded cupboard, you slid the little door open and grabbed a matching cup to the teapot, setting it too onto the tray. From the corner of your eye you watched as your brother sighed and shook his head disappointed in you, but you brushed it off quickly; you just wanted to give Levi his order, you'd have all day to endure your brother's teasing after the man of your desire left.

"Hello"

Levi's eyes shimmered as light splashed onto them; the little blue circles on the outer edge of his irises shone a different hue today, one that didn't accentuate the darkness of his eyebags, though it still was enigh to merge with how soft his time was to you.

"Hi" You pressed your lips together "here you go, almond tea and your apple pie."

"Ah, ye-yes, the apple, the apple pie."

Was he, by any chance, stuttering?

You glanced to the left and then to the right, then back to Levi again. Pressing your hand to his forehead didn't seem like a good idea, mostly because you respected his personal space and also because the man was quite fond of being obsessed over cleaningness and maybe your hands weren't clean enough for his standards. Or it could also be that you were overall too awestruck to do anything other than lean down closer to him, bum popping in the air, as your knees remained unbent.

"Is everything alright Captain?"

Had you been dense, you would have missed the way his eyes were magnetized by the action, and consequentially get back to your standing position. Levi quickly cleared his throat though and closed his eyes, brushing the happening off as if it had never happened.

"Yes, I'm, I'm good, just a little" He cough again "Isn't it a bit warm here?"

"Ah, yes, I mean it is a furnace. Anyways I'll leave you to your book."

"No you're welcome to-" Levi begun and his hand traced over the black leather cover of the book.

"What was that?"

"I said, you're welcome. And call me Levi, cut the shitty formalities."

As you turned on your heels to walk to your brother, you felt your heart skip not one, but numerous beats. Quickly, you left the tray on the counter before your brother and rushed to the back room of the store, desperate to hide the embarrassing joy you were feeling. You squatted down on a dim lit spot just behind a few sacks of flour and buried your face in your hands.

Nonetheless you sighed, setting your gaze at one sack of flour before you that was filled to the top, hoping the the neat white color would help you calm down. Why did it have to even be like this? With a deep sigh you put your hands over your knees and unbent them, your body willingly standing up as you wiped your eyebrow with the flat of your palm.

Your head was probably throbbing just as much as your heart.

You felt guilty that you experienced such emotions in the first place. You had been too eager to wear your heart upon your sleeve when it came to Levi that you ignored that most of your interactions rolled as awkwardly as this one.

Maybe that's why he stuttered.

Maybe he even had someone he had feelings for just like you had for him.

Maybe..

Maybe...

Maybe....

You kept repeating the word inside your head until it became a mushy pile of goo that stuck to a crevice of your mind and prevented it from functioning correctly. All you knew was that you had to finish baking the weekly amount loaves the scouts had ordered you. And that's what you set as your task. With your uncle nowhere near the store at this -ungodly for him- hour you walked to the enormous tin in which he kept the dough you were looking for.

All you had to do was shape it into loaves and bake it. Easy and soul mending.

It should be something that could keep your mind off of him for a long while.

.....

The sun shone a bright orange as it spilled from the small windows of the room, bathing the the enormous amount of loaves you had baked as they rested inside the deckles you had placed them in. The warmth of this evening was beyond bearable and combined with the heat of the furnace you could feel your cheeks going numb to the excessive heat.

A droplet of sweat run down your forehead, lukewarm as it was when it formed to the top of your hairline, freshening up a little ribbon over your skin. With the back of your hand covered by the edge of your apron you wiped it away, leaving your skin complaining over the harsh, erratic movement.

"I think your boyfriend is waiting for you."

You turned your head to your left when you heard the tomed down voice. Your brother, was leaning against doorframe of the workshop, his hands crossed and pressed sturdily across his chest, his hip pressing against the casing of the door. There was this warm expression all over his face, that little teasing glimmer that flickeres in his eyes as the light of the sunset painted him orange as well.

"For the last time," You furrowed your brows and looked away. "he's not my boyfriend. And he's free to stay here for as long as he wants."

"Please with how slow things between him and you are going I'm going to have to ask him to ask for your hand in marriage."

Just what you needed.

"Beau. No."

"(Y/n). Yes." He smiled at you once you rolled your eyes "Anyways, he's waiting to help you get the loaves to the Scouts Headquarters. Because I have a date to attend to."

You didn't speak, you didn't even throw your brother a glance as the words left his mouth. You simply furrowed your brows together painfully over your shut eyes and puckered your lips. Your hands reached to your bum, wiping down any residue of flour to the pleats of your skirt ithout giving it a second thought.

"Fine. I hope this isn't one of your match making tricks."

Your brother smiled and tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ear. You already knew what his answer was going to be.

"Cross my heart and hope to die."

....

The big wooden table that hung from the balcony above it read "Uncle Ben's leather goods" in a big, cursive font, and by the looks of it, Levi had stopped by to retrieve something commissioned for him by his squad. You curiously peaked once or twice inside the store, as you leaned over the cart, the tips of your fingers rubbing lines along the thick wooden borders.

Had you taken the shortcut you had suggested the trip to the headquarters was no more than ten minutes. This evening though, since you were accompanied by the captain himself, taking a shortcut wasn't exactly a preferable option in your agenta, thus, you hadn't insisted on it.

When he finally exited the store with a tote bag hanging from his shoulder you realised you hadn't spent a lot of time waiting for him, still the little commotion in your heart begged you to cease every single moment you had alone with him

"Okay, time to head off to the headquarters" You said with a soft smile.

Levi hummed in response and walked to the back side of the cart. With steady hands he pressed onto it, his fingers flexing onto the metallic handles. He hung his head low, his shaggy bangs waving over his eyes a little before he turned his head again to look at you. Gunmetal orbs fell into yours with serenity, blinking ever so slowly.

"You seem to be into reading, Levi." You said, your eyes being the first ones to look away.

"Ah, yes, I couldn't enjoy reading in the past thus I am doing so now."

You found yourself in loss of words for the thousandth time this evening. You didn't know what exactly you had to say to that, seeing you had heard rumors about him being a former thug, though in your best judgment that would be an intensitive subject to bring up. Immediately, your brother came to your mind, he would not hesitate to pester you for days you if you didn't make any progress over crush now, would he?

Maybe asking for his favorite literature genre was the way to go with this.

"What's your favorite gen-"

"Can I tell you somethin-"

Levi blinked his eyes rapidly into yours and you giggled slightly at his confused face. The ravenette stared back and forth between the two of you with puckered lips, wondering who shall speak first.

"Go ahead Levi."

"The almond tea you're serving me is rather good. Care to tell me how to make it on my own?"

A shy smile came over you, still you felt the need to conceal it. You could see the headquarters peaking from the other buildings in the background, the cobblestone color of the building contrasting the violet of the sky only ever so slightly. You didn't have that much time left with Levi and that was a fact, so now wasn't the time to get all shy.

"I'll bring you a jar next week then. Just a small one though, or not!"

"No?" Levi said and cocked an eye brow at you.

His eyes were fixated on you again, his features bearing a soft expression that you couldn't exactly pinpoint, still it spread a little warmth inside you. Instinctively you run your eyes over your outfit. The only thing you found was as perfect as it was when you left your house in the morning was the top of your dress. You slightly fixed the cord that was holding the corset part of your dress tied, tucking it into where it had escaped from.

You didn't let him know you caught him staring, but by the way he was looking at you, maybe he didn't have a certain someone among the scouts.

Or were you just seeing what you wanted?

"Of course not, I'm not about to lose a regular at my store."

"A regular huh?" Levi questioned with that nasal undertone of his

You looked at the sky before you went to answer him. The evening breeze smeeled wondrously, mixed with the mouth watering aroma of the slightly season with garlic and poppy seeds bread, you could even say it was heavenly. The air wasn't as heavy and awkward as you had expected, rather, Levi was in a somewhat playful mood if you could place it correctly.

It struck you that he might have been like that because he was feeling the change in the atmosphere as well.

"Would you like to be more than a regular?" You paused "shoot never mind that"

"What was that? More than a regular?"

"Yes, a super regular!" You smiled slyly.

"If you keep spurting entertaining crap like that more often I might be tempted to become one."

Without realising it, you found yourself gaining confidence over the little territory you had conquered in the captain's mind. Every step you took that lead ultimately led you to the Headquarters was a proof of that. Levi seemed to be as bummed as you, he seemed to be flustered like a teen whose date had ended, you could see it now for some reason.

And when it came to you, your feet weren't shaky anymore, your voice wasn't the squeaky polite voice you'd put on for strangers. This was the first time in a long while where you felt like you could be yourself in Levi's presence and you couldn't help but hope there would be more instances like this.

"Here we are."

"Yes, here we are." Levi sighed, turning his face to look at you.

"I uhm, I'll help you get those in."

"No need to, I'll have the brats sweat for it, I haven't tortured them in a long while."

You couldn't help but laugh a little at that comment, though the bubbling sound died down immediately, bowing before the reality of your current situation. Your stroll around Trost had come to end. What an unfair way for your little walk to die.

Nevertheless your chest rose and fell as you looked at Levi, your heart pulping hard inside your chest. Heat rushed just under your skin, stinging you in millions of places at once as you contemplated on what to say next. You were going to speak, and very soon at that, just omge you found the words to do so.

"I'd like to see you again." You spoke, though you doubted this was the right choice of words.

"You see me every single week."

"Not like that!"

"Tch, then?" He clicked his tongue.

Your stomach turned. It twisted and turned and tied itself in a horrid knot; you couldn't just not panic. At his cocked brow, the little press of his lips, the way his eyes remained narrowed as the glared at you. On no, this was your doom for being bold before, wasn't it?

"Like this, but, without the bread."

You didn't miss the way his eyes softened at your words, frankly because it was a rather beautiful sight. The little creases of his eyes overlaoped each other, narrowing his gaze with a mellow tint that was gone as soon as you blinked. It only made you feel like you shouldn't blink again as to not miss his small reactions.

"Hmh, that can be arranged."

Honestly, you couldn't wait until then.

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Tied Desires ♡ Kim Taehyung x Reader

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x female reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: smut (at this point, do i ever write something else?)

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: rope bunny, soft bdsm dynamic, brat reader, a bit of findom in there, soft dom tae

A/N: this was- a wild ride. A humongous thanks to @erotikkook for coming up with the name and the banner (support Cay’s work or else) AND to the amazing people that beta this @taegularities and @sugasbabiie you guys are amazing, I’m sorry you had to see first hand that I write my stuff without punctuation, my mother has always held that against me. Side note, I’m behind in like 20+ assignments from law school and I decided to prioritise this fic. Don’t do that kids.

Summary: Perhaps teasing Taehyung back could get you in deep trouble. It’s not like it wasn’t exactly what you were wishing for tho.

There had always been something so cathartic and almost therapeutic about the arrangement you had with Taehyung; while most of your relationship consisted of sweet glances, funny selcas on social media and the occasional brunch date being photographed to the public eye, the dynamic was turned upside down behind closed doors, lights barely on, the warmth that was brought upon your bodies as you feverishly made out as soon as the entrance door was closed. It was, of course, such a weird occurrence as Taehyung’s job kept piling up. However, lately, his usual playful teasing had turned into full bedroom eyes whenever there was a camera directed at him, the same bedroom eyes and attitude that had been reserved only for you to see for so long; of course something was bound to go down with it.

“Would you like us to get those inside your car?” the lady at the register said as you made sure to place the credit card back into your purse that Taehyung had given you once as an extension to his..

You smiled and nodded at her, stealing a quick glance at the dozen boxes that were scattered around the lobby of the store, most of them being really unnecessary things. But they would serve a common purpose: riling Taehyung up.

Once the boxes were secured in the back of the van, and you had asked Taehyung’s driver to head home for the day. as if on clockwork, your phone dinged a notification of an incoming text, Taehyung’s. Attached to it, and very prominently so, was a recent screenshot of a notification from his bank, asking him to verify his most recent purchase: ₩ 7,000,000 in a single exhibition from Gucci, and you couldn’t help but smile to yourself, anticipating his next message.

From: Taehyung [14:23] did you just buy 7 million won worth of gucci??? From: Taehyung [14:30] wait up To: Taehyung [14:32] only if you ask nicely 🤪 From: Taehyung [14:32] Y/N….

After making sure to look as close to Tae’s wettest dream as possible, white lingerie on, main bedroom lit only thanks to the subtly warm light coming out of the bathroom, you fixed yourself onto the bed, scrolling through whatever social media, waiting for Taehyung to come home. And he did. Earlier than any other time in the past month, silently making his way to the bedroom.

A dominant aura surrounded him, the exact same one you were hoping to bring out. He licked his lips over and over a few times as he seemed to contemplate you laying there on his bed ready for him, to which you could only stare back at him as he loosened the first few buttons from his shirt, deciding to turn his eyes to the floor where the dozen boxes laid untouched.

You sat up on the bed, hands on your lap, a teasing smile shooting towards your boyfriend as he pulled at some of the ribbons that decorated the black and white containers. Taehyung exhaled loudly, not exasperated, but definitely preparing himself for a punishment you were so loudly asking for. He raised an eyebrow at you as he asked, “You did this to catch my attention, then?”

“Why?” you said, smiling teasingly at him, unable to help it. “Did it work?”

Something feral crossed Taehyung’s eyes before he had one hand wrapped around the back of your neck, hovering over you as his loose hair strands covered his sight almost entirely, adding to his dominating low tone as his grip tightened almost painfully tugging at the roots of your hair. “Oh, so now you think you get to tease me, Y/N?”

He released you from his grip, a smile creeping up to his face as he heard you whimper at the loss of proximity.

“You don’t get to unnecessarily spend my money without having to face consequences, Y/N”, Taehyung said as he went back to the boxes, carefully picking out all of the cloth around each of them until there was a dozen of them on his hand. Your heart thumped violently against your chest in excitement and anticipation when he ordered, “Lay back down Y/N, legs up and open. I wanna hear you beg for me.”

Taehyung resorted to leaning against the vanity that faced the bed directly, the light from the bathroom beside it dimly illuminating the dark composure he adopted as he caressed the bunch of black material he had in his hands. You had always been a big fan of the way he seemed to never lose control once he was in the zone, how he was so seemingly unaffected at having you on full display. Completely at his mercy.

“What are you waiting for? Panties aside, touch yourself, I wanna hear you scream.”

Your hand was quick to pull the already sticky lacey cloth aside, biting your lips as the sensation had you already clenching around nothing, just from having Taehyung’s stare burning through you. You wetted your fingers as you caressed your folds, one elbow propping you up enough to have a somewhat clear view of your boyfriend staring back at you.

You rubbed your clit a few times, a moan escaping your lips as you threw your head back in pleasure. Grinding your hips into your hand, you rubbed yourself with the flats of four of your fingers, in an effort to increase the much needed friction as you felt yourself get wetter.

“Were you really that desperate for me, baby?” Tae’s tone was borderline mocking as he smirked to himself, barely sparing a glance at you whining on the bed; out of the corner of your eye you could see him tying up the black ribbons to one another. Feeling something stirring on your lower belly, you pinched your clit in an effort to ride out your orgasm, which was quickly cut off when Tae’s hand pushed yours out of the way as you felt your eyes prickling with tears at the sudden loss of pleasure. “Naughty girls don’t get to come so fast, Y/N.”

Taehyung’s fingers lightly caressed your folds, coating them with your wetness before he slipped them into his mouth teasingly, tasting you on his tongue for a brief second before he had you sitting on your feet, hands in your lap again as he took the homemade rope he had knotted while you’d touched yourself.

“Tonight’s safeword is gucci.” He glanced for the uptenth time at the unopened packages. “Bet you won’t forget that one.”

He moved to sit right in front of you, shirt sleeves around the mid of his arms as he took both of your wrists in his hand and started wrapping the silky material around them, binding them together.

“Put your hands behind your head, baby,” Taehyung said, continuing to wrap the rope expertly around your body, restricting most movements without hurting you too much. “Bend over a bit.” His fingers caressed your perked nipples almost unintentionally as he brought the tied ribbons to the front, face perfectly calm and concentrated as he made sure to frame your breasts with the material before bringing it down your waist and back once again. “Perfect. How do you feel?”

“Good.” You would’ve been lying if you’d said that you weren’t at least a little bit excited and nervous after going so long without one of your sessions with Tae, but at the end of the day, you knew there was no one else in the world you could leave your body at their entire mercy other than him. The rope was wrapped around your hips in no time, thighs stuck together as he manhandled you onto your knees. You were unable to hold yourself up, face against the mattress, ass up and completely exposed to him as he finished his work and stood back to appreciate it.

“The teasing game is one you can’t win against me, Y/N,” he said as his hands continued the work you had begun a few minutes prior to being completely tied up, lewd noises echoing against the walls as he wasted no time in inserting a couple of fingers into your cunt, a loud moan slipping past your lips. “You’re free to try, but you’ll end up like this every single time.”

He continued to work your orgasm up until he could feel you clenching down on his fingers, thighs trembling in anticipation before a low laugh bubbled up from his throat as he removed his hands from you. He left you whimpering against his sheets every time like a vicious cycle, tears running down your cheeks as you couldn’t even slightly move to relieve the pain that having him denying you orgasms for four times gave you.

“Aww look at you, so prettily ruined for me, Y/N.” His fingers had started to build up a turmoil in your lower abdomen once again as he methodically caressed your folds before thrusting two fingers into you lazily in favour of holding a conversation. “I guess I could let you cum this one time. Seven million won is really nothing, I keep that money as spare change.”

“Y-yes please, Tae.” Your pleasure built up faster than before as Taehyung leaned down to mouth at your folds, warm tongue working circles around your bud and fingers working you through the greatest orgasm you could ever ask for. The slurping noises took over the sound of your rigged breath and heavy whimpers as you came on his tongue, him moaning against you as your thighs spasmed violently. You could feel your eyes closing against your will, body and mind overcome with tiredness, yet somehow hazy and feeling like floating from being deprived of such activities for so long.

In the background you could hear Taehyung fiddling with the drawer of his bedside table before he cut the most restrictive parts of the rope around your wrists and thighs. “Did I hurt you?” His soft persona was back as he peppered your face with kisses, fingers wiping your tears away before he cut the rest of the silky ribbon, hands immediately massaging your tender skin.

“Not really, I missed that actually. I missed you.”

His face softened as he took your face between his hands, pouring all of his love in a kiss, an apology and a love letter at the same time as his mouth moved in sync with your own. “I’ll run you a bath and then we can order takeout. You’ll have to share your newly renovated and exclusively Gucci wardrobe though.”

You nodded slightly at him while already having your head resting on the pillow, sleep taking over you as you faintly heard your boyfriend running the water to fill up the bathtub for you.

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