AnimeAandP

“Please say something…” his desperate plea pulls the tears from your eyes and you can’t take it. “I don’t want you to go Levi. I-I know it’s selfish and I’m not anyone to ask that of you-“ “Y/n-“ “But i don’t want you to get hurt, i want you to stay home safe with me-“ “Y/n-!“ “I don’t want to let you go-mhm!” It’s quick but passionate. His hands caressed your face as he put all of his emotions into this kiss. Your tears flowed heavier and you gripped onto his shirt with all of the strength you had left. You didn’t want this to end, your first real kiss with Levi, filled you with warmth. You both needed to breathe though, leaving your foreheads touching after your lips pulled apart. Levi’s hand maintained a firm grip on the back of your neck and his heavy breaths fanned over you. You tried your best to reign in your whimpers and listen to what Levi was saying. Even if it felt like your heart was splitting in two. “You’re the greatest joy in my life. I will always come back to you. I promise y/n. I lov…I…” “Don’t say it-“ “Y/n I-“ “no! Not until you come back; say it when i see you again.” Levi scoffs, “really? A blind joke, now?” You laugh a bit, “Couldn’t help it.”

You finally pull apart and wipe your face clean. “You promise?” “I promise, with all of my heart.” “That’s not a lot of heart to promise on.” “Ha. True, but, it’s all yours. I will come back so please don’t worry too much.” You hold his hand against your cheek one last time before letting go, “Okay Levi. I’ll be waiting then.” You hear him mount his horse and a pause before it’s hooves are soon too far away to hear. This was going to be a long two weeks.

You continued on with your life as usual but it felt so much more boring and bland without Levi there. You had written to your parents about his leaving and they did their best to comfort you, even sent back a couple of jars full of the jam you and he had made from your visit. It helped a bit, and the regulars at the shop and your boss tried to lighten the mood best that they could also. You felt lucky to still have people around you that cared so much for you. Some days you seemed to be able to forget your worries and live your life just like you used to.

It was when you got home that the anxiety retightened it’s hold on you. Your home felt so empty and cold now, even with a fire and friends over to check on you. You didn’t sleep as well and your boss had to point out that you hadn’t been eating as much as normal either. It’s not like it was a conscious decision but, something inside of you just sort of ‘switched off’ after Levi left, and nothing really excited you anymore.

You spent the time also contemplating what you might want your future relationship with Levi to look like. Originally you were worried that his life would bring chaos into yours but now that he was gone, everything that used to be your normal felt boring and bland. Had you been ignoring your own happiness this whole time? Thinking that you were happy and content with your life when in reality, you were just going through the motions, day after day….what were you living for….

“You miss him that much?” “Hmm?” “I’ve been calling your name for 5 minutes. I even used my loud voice!” “Oh, sorry Hange. Yeah i guess i do.” Levi had been gone a little over a week now and Hange came to visit you at work. She didn’t join this mission since she thought of more Titan experiments to conduct on the two she had contained. She’s offered to take you on a tour of her facility and show them to you but Levi said absolutely not every time. You knew he just didn’t want to risk you getting hurt or worse by one of those things but deep down you still thought that maybe he just didn’t want anyone to know about you yet. It was wrong of you but you couldn’t shake it. Other than Hange, and poor Moblet, you hadn’t met anyone else from Levi’s life. He’s met your boss, the other regulars at the shop you considered friends, an actual friend of yours, and even your entire family. It wasn’t fair was it? Or was that childish thinking of you? Maybe one day though.

You’d stayed engaged in conversation most of the time but your mind drifted off to thoughts of Levi more and more as the time passed. I’m theory he could be back home any day now, but it could also be another week. It was just eating at you more and more. “You know i should be getting an update from them in another day or two. It will probably give an accurate estimate of when they’ll be returning. I can let you know!” You perk up a little, ‘just another day or two.’ “That would be wonderful Hange thank you.” “Of course! And in return can i follow you home and observe your behavior?! Does the weather affect your sense of direction at all? What if there’s construction on the road do you have a back up route? Do you follow a memory trail or are there physical markers you use…?!” You lay your head down on the table. Yup, you really missed Levi.

“IT’S HERE!!!” “AAAAHHHHH!!!?!?!”

First thing in the morning the next day Hange was waiting for you on your front porch to surprise you but all you could think about is the huge mistake you made letting her know where you lived. You pick yourself back up from the ground and are ready to yell at her when she shoves an envelope into your face. Literally, into your face. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to see it if i just held it up so this is WAY BETTER obviously for you to know what I’m holding, right?!?!? It’s here! The update!” You push it out of your face and ask her what it says. She skips through all the boring stuff aka everything not about when they’ll be back and gets to the good part. It says they should be back in two days and your heart almost jumps out of your chest. ‘Only two more days.’ You we’re so excited and Hange was excited to see how a blind person expressed excitement but soon you started to worry. What were you going to say when you saw him? Should you line the streets with everyone else or wait for him to come see you? Did you need to dress up? No, what if he didn’t even want to see you and was in a bad mood for a few weeks like usual? Maybe he wouldn’t want to see you right away? How excited should you be? Or should you be quiet and give him space?

You felt heavy panting shooting down your neck and forgot that Hange was like a dog constantly chasing a bone. “I’m just debating what i should do when i see him, what to say, how to greet him. Nothing fancy Hange.” “Ugh. Fine. I have to get going but let me know if you feel or notice any strong physical sensations arising from the emotional stimulation!! Bye bye!”

Your anxious all day and the day before Levi’s return you tell your boss about it. He’s excited for you but understands why you’re nervous. His encouragement along with some of the regulars convince you to go greet Levi on the street with the rest of the town. They said he’d be so surprised and happy to see you and you should definitely dress up if you thought he’d enjoy that also. Your boss can’t close the store to escort you to the street tomorrow but gives you the day off.

You don’t get a wink of sleep that night. Your friend from before agreed to come over in the morning and escort you since you had no idea where to go or stand. It’s a long walk but thanks to your adrenaline you feel wide awake and full of energy by the time you arrive. People were already lining the main road even though there was no telling when the scouts would actually be arriving. You and your friend grab breakfast since it doesn’t look like it’ll be anytime soon before heading back out to find a good spot to stand. Your friends able to push you both the the front and it’d be a lie to say it was easy to keep. Once the crowds really formed people were shoulder to shoulder, climbing on chairs and tables to get a better view in the back. Word had travelled that the scouts had just entered the wall and would be there soon. Your heart started racing. This was it. Nearly two weeks since you’ve seen Levi and there was no telling how this was going to go. What if he didn’t even notice you here and it was all for nothing? Or would you feel worse if he did but didn’t acknowledge you at all? You think that that would crush you the most. Your friend does his best to encourage you and says he’s even got a trick up his sleeve just in case, to make sure Levi sees you. He won’t tell you what it is but just asks that you vouch for him to Levi later. You’re a bit concerned and hope he doesn’t have to do whatever he’s thinking. Maybe Levi will pass by and wave, or just smile in your direction and that would be good enough. You looked out of place enough being the only person staring off into space, you didn’t need to draw more attention than that.

“Here they come!!” Suddenly everyone starts cheering and welcoming the hero’s home. Your friend keeps you in place as people start shoving a little bit and tells you when they scouts are getting closer and where to look. Your hands feel clammy and your face is heating up. This is it. This is it! Adrenaline races through you as your friend says that he could see Levi coming and was about to pass by. Did you say anything? Do you smile? Do you cheer? This felt like the wrong place for you to be now. You wanted to leave and go home. How embarrassed you felt standing front and center with nothing to say or do.

Your friend says that Levi’s not focused on the crowd and seems a bit lost and thought and didn’t seem like he was going to notice you. Your heart breaks a bit but at least you didn’t need to feel so embarrassed and could pretend this never happened. “Time for my plan then! Remember, don’t let him kill me later.” “Wait what-“ he throws his arm around your waist and pulls you in close while waving his other arm in the air to get Levi’s attention. He starts yelling at Levi “welcome back” and “we’ve missed you Levi” and “good to see you again Levi”. You try to pull away but he won’t let you out of his arm. You didn’t know why your friend was doing this when the only possible outcome you could think of is that Levi gets the wrong idea, never speaks to you again, and murders your friend. At least his comment made sense now. “Don’t leave for so long next time!!!”

You hear abunch of horses neigh, the sound of their hooves stopping, and a loud gasp washes over the street before dead silence. You’re hoping to whatever god there was out there that what was happening wasn’t what you thought it was. Maybe you could slip away through the crowd but your friend tightens his hold again, and whispers through a toothy grin, “He’s definitely going to kill me.” There’s a sound of boots hitting the road and another gasp sweeps over the crowd. Anticipation is growing and whispers are flying like crazy. Heavy footsteps grow closer and closer until, “Hey there Captain! Welcome back! We really missed you-oof!!” There’s shocked screams all around you but you’re too shocked to make a sound. Your friend had finally let go of you but you hear him fall over on the ground groaning in pain. Before you can turn to check on him another arm wraps around your waist and pulls you into his chest. “I warned you before didn’t I. Scum.”

Levi. It was Levi. You knew from the physical feeling, the smell, the presence, and the overwhelming feeling in your chest. Your eyes filled with tears that you didn’t try to hold back, or your smile. Your hands run over his chest and up to his face checking that it was really him. You could feel the grime covering his clothes and knew he had had a hard time. His muscles were flexing to the max and you couldn’t tell if it was out of rage at the sight of your friend holding you so close or excitement from seeing you. Your hands trembled against his cheeks, “…Is it really you, Levi?” A hand presses firmly against yours and you feel his face soften, “I promised I’d come back home to you didn’t I.”

“You see y/n. I, I told you *cough* it’d work, haha-ouch!” How embarrassing; you completely forgot about your friend in the moment. You try to check on him but Levi’s pulling you in the opposite direction. “Levi what if-?!” “He’ll be fine.” You feel yourself walking into the street and panic feeling the sudden wave of eyes looking at you. No way was Levi- “Get up here.” His hand wraps around your arm and pulls you up onto the saddle behind him. You’ve never ridden a horse before and cling to Levi like a cat out of water. “Levi I’ve never ridden-!!!” “You’re safe. Just keep holding onto me like you are.” The whispers and gossip in the crowds is much louder now as people try to figure out what just happened. Even the scouts behind you are puzzled. You couldn’t feel more embarrassed and bury your face into Levi’s back searching for some kind of comfort or place to hide. “And YOU!! I don’t care why you did it. I’ll kill you if you ever put your hands on my girlfriend again.” You almost fall off the horse, “LEVI-?!?!” “Y-Yes sir. Have fun, y/n-! *cough*” It sounded like everyone was about to fall of a horse from the uproar of Levi’s public confession! You’ve never wanted to dig yourself inside a hole so badly in your life before. This was horrible! “L…Levi…?!” “Later. Hold on tight for now. Hyah!!”

There’s wind crashing into your face suddenly as Levi’s horse takes off down the road, leaving the rest of the scouts behind. Your face is pressed into Levi’s back at first, pleading with the gods to not let you die just yet. Your arms coiled around Levi’s abdomen hard enough that you thought it could hurt him but you didn’t care. You’ve never moved so fast in your life and under the circumstances it wasn’t enjoyable. You can hear a mix of cheers and whispers as Levi passes by the rest of the crowd lining the road to welcome his arrival. There wasn’t supposed to be some woman riding behind him and so rumors started flying just as fast as you rode past.

Once you’ve past the crowd there’s a few minutes of silence. You’re able to get your breathing under control and process what was happening. Even if it wasn’t the reunion you imagine, not at any point in time, all that mattered was that Levi was back. He was alive. He could be as angry and upset as he wanted about your friend, you just wanted to keep him next to you. Your death grip softens up around his waist and feels more like a hug. You were so relieved.

Levi rides into the scouts barracks and towards the building entrance. At first there’s no reaction but as hard as you tried to disappear into Levi’s back, people still noticed you and the whispers began again. He dismounted the horse before helping you off and immediately dragging you into the main building. There’s a trail of commotion behind you but Levi doesn’t pay any attention to it. Instead he leads you down halls, up stairs, and around corners until you couldn’t take it, “Levi slow down! You’re walking too fast I can’t see where I’m going-!” “You never can-“ “AHH!?!” “Quiet, people are working here.” “Well you didn’t have to-!!” “Apparently i did. Now be quiet.” Levi’s pace doesn’t slow down with you slung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Occasionally there’s an awkward greeting towards Levi as he walked past some scouts and you realized that now, now you were ready to die. This was the only thing worse than the horse.

Finally he kicks open a door and locks it behind him before throwing you back over his shoulder. You scream thinking you’re going to crash on the floor but there’s a couch beneath you. It does little to settle your heart from the brink of exploding. “L-Levi…what the hell *gasp*!!” You feel his body fall on top of yours and the difference is amazing. No longer ridged and stiff; his body is completely relaxed as his limbs wrap around you like a snake. You’re burning up from the contact and feeling him nuzzle his face into your neck is just asking you to let out a whimper. “Do you have any idea how much i missed you.” You hadn’t realized that Levi’s body was slightly shaking and his grip was tightening around you. “Everyday i thought about you and that promise I made. Whenever titans appeared; i worried i wouldn’t be able to keep it. And what that would do to you…I’m so sorry i left.”

You don’t know what to say so you just hold Levi as tight as he was holding you and let him vent. He had been worried about the same things as you the days before he left but neither one of you knew what to say or what to do about it all. Once he was gone though everything seemed clear and now being back he was certain. “I love you y/n. So damn much it’s gonna drive me insane.” You hoped he didn’t mind your tears getting his leather couch wet bc a puddle had already been forming. His breathing is deep and raged and you realize that he’s crying too, making you more emotional. The aching in your chest was finally gone and life had color again. There was no doubt that you loved Levi too. You try to lighten the mood, “W-Well you could’ve just said that. You didn’t need to cause such a scene on the road with the horse.” You both burst out laughing but Levi doesn’t apologize for it, instead reminds you that he’s a man of action not words and hoped you could be okay with that. Of course you could but the mood changes again and Levi regrips you in his arms. “Levi-??” “If i ever see that man touch you again…” oh yeah. You were hoping he’d forgotten about that. “It wasn’t like that, and i didn’t know what he was planning i swear-!” “So he didn’t get your consent first.” Crap. Huffs of air heat up your neck, “that makes me…if he ever…?! This, is mine…” Levi’s mouth is suddenly covering your neck in sloppy kisses and bites. You jump underneath him suddenly breathless. Your hands dig into his shoulders but you’re not sure if you’re trying to push him off of you or pull him closer. Either way his grip stays firm around you even as his hands move down on your waist and to your left thigh. “This is mine, right?” You just pant and moan as Levi stimulates your entire body. He sucks up to your earlobe then down your collarbone, his right arm massaging your waist and his left running up and down your thigh, hooking it over his arm, “Tell me y/n.” And slightly pushing it out to the side before pressing himself against you, “Tell me!” The pressure is too much as your body begs for more. You tell Levi your his and no one else’s. You feel yourself working up as sweat as Levi continues working over you; hands and mouth traveling up and down your body, and even feel a little wetness between your legs. You know what it means but you’re not sure if you want to stop. Your legs have been shaking and your hands explore all over Levi’s back and torso, greedily feeling every muscle, digging into his skin with every thrust and bite he makes. Your hips press back up to meet his movements and Levi’s starting to moan in tandem with you. Your dress is riding up and you’re hands had pushed his shirt up his stomach. There’s no need to ask what you feel pressing against your thigh either. He hovers over you with his face pressed into the side of yours giving slow and lazy open mouth kisses, refusing to stop even as he tries to catch his breathe. It didn’t seem like he wanted to slow things down either. Your hands fumble with the hem of his shirt, starting to lift further has his do the same with your dress, “Levi I-“

“LEVIIII!!! AAHHH!!!!”

“FOUR EYES I AM GOING TO FUCKING SLAUGHTER YOU!!!! GET BACK HERE!!!!”

A blade flew after Hange down the hall but unsurprisingly she was used to it. “NVM IT CAN WAIT!!!! KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK CAPTAIN!!! DON’T LET HUMANITY DOWN!!!”

“HANGEEEEEEE!!!!”

You were too lost in the moment to care about Hange seeing the two of you. Your dress was hitched up almost to your waist and your hair was a mess. Whether you were weak or too overwhelmed with excitement; you couldn’t move an inch of your body. And honestly, if anything you were just frustrated that the mood was killed, even if it was for the best. Now probably wasn’t the ideal time to take that next step. The door slams shut and Levi huffs and puffs in circles around the room cursing Hange to hell or wherever freaks like her went. It lasts for a good 6-8 minutes before Levi quiet downs and you can only hear him breathing from across the room. It was for the best. That’s what you keep telling yourself.

Levi walks over to the couch and gets on his knees next to you. He lets out a strangled sigh before dropping his head on your stomach and rests his arm on your leg, rubbing little circles over it. “So what were you going to say earlier.” You laugh and run your fingers through his hair, and tell him it was nothing; forget about it. The two of you stay like that for a while in a comfortable silence and your mind contemplates. “I really missed you…much more, than i thought i would, or even could.” Levi smiles and turns his face to look at you, taking your hand from his hair and peppering it in light kisses, “did you?” “…I don’t want to go through that again.” The kisses stop and Levi’s soul nearly leaves his body. What were you saying?! Did he do something? Was he wrong to lead you on just now? Where was this coming from?! His heart freezes not knowing what else to do. “I-“ “Please. Please don’t say…whatever I did, I’m sorry! Just tell me-!” Your hand slaps over Levi’s mouth to shut him up. “You’re almost as bad as me captain.”

You explain how when he was gone one of the biggest things you kept thinking about was what your relationship with Levi actually was, where it was going, and what you wanted. Spending so much time together and investing in each other while Levi was here, then having to wrestle with yourself over your feelings when he left was too much. Should you worry? Did you have any right to? Who was Levi to you for you to worry as much as you did? It made you think about who you were to him too. Was it right of you to express your fears right before he left? Did you just distract him?

You wanted to be able to put a label on your relationship with Levi, like a nice neat bow to simplify everything. But you weren’t sure what the future held for you two or what Levi thought about it, if he thought about it at all. Maybe he didn’t see things going further than they were and this was just a comfortable arrangement for him. If that was the case then how much should you share and what should you reserve? Could you be okay with that? You weren’t sure.

You didn’t want to pressure Levi at all, but before his next expedition you wanted to know what your relationship was and where it was going, if you were even still seeing each other. Levi relaxed slightly as you spoke, realizing that you weren’t actually ending things with him but didn’t know how to feel about the fact that you had the same questions that he did. He knew what he wanted now, but wasn’t sure how to go about it.

Your hand holds his face and you smile saying that you had somewhat of an idea of what Levi wanted from the drama earlier. Even if he didn’t mean it, it was too late and the entire town now knew you as Levi’s girlfriend. You both laugh (and feel slightly embarrassed) at the memory, but you have to ask if he meant it or if it was just a heat of the moment thing.

Levi holds your hand and kisses it firmly, telling you that he meant it; he meant to call you his girlfriend, he meant it when he said he loved you, and he meant it when he promise to always come back to you when he left. He admits that he had similar questions when he left and thought about it a lot while he was away. He hadn’t figured out everything that he wanted; what future he wanted or planned for, this was all new to him and didn’t want to get ahead of himself. But he wanted to be together; a proper couple who grew together.

He helps you straighten yourself up and cuddles you on the couch. He was pretty exhausted from the trip back, and you had an early morning too, and wanted to rest so you laid with him and took a small cat nap. When you both woke up, you stayed there and Levi told you all about his mission and you told him what you had been up to, even if it wasn’t much.

Eventually you had to get up and let Levi get back to his post-expedition responsibilities even though he protested more himself than you did. Anytime someone stopped by his office Levi quickly threw them out telling them not to bother him again. You appreciated that he wanted to spend some quality time with you, but it seemed to be in vain as everyone needed something from him after his return. He grumbled and pouted the entire walk back outside, mumbling on and on about how all of this could’ve been avoided if that damned woman would quite picking his lock, and was going to install a deadbolt after this. Even so, he held your hand tenderly the entire time so you left him be to blow off some steam.

Instead of riding his horse again Levi had a carriage be brought to give you a ride back home. He tried to go with you but Erwin appeared and said they had a meeting soon that he needed to attend and give a debriefing. As the only person he ever listened to, Levi apologized for not being able to escort you back. But Moblet had showed up in search of Hange whom he’d lost earlier and Levi ordered him to escort you back himself since he knew at least how to get to the tea shop. Levi helps you into the carriage and says he’ll try and be by later that night if he can, and if not then tomorrow morning. You say goodbye and head out with Moblet.

The ride is long but comfortable. Moblet was actually the exact opposite of Hange and super easy to talk to. The poor guy was so overworked and might die from a heart attack one of these days chasing after his boss. He did warn you though that you probably weren’t actually going to see Levi tonight or tomorrow. Not that he lied or wouldn’t try his best of course, but usually after a mission, once it officially wrapped up, was one of the only times Levi really slept and it could last 2-3 days. It was the only real sleep he got. You considered that and thanked him for the heads up.

Once you arrived back at the shop you insisted it was fine if you walked home from there, plus you could use a drink first anyways. You say your goodbyes to Moblet and go into the shop to relax as a customer for once. You fill everyone in on how it went (leaving out the juicy details of course) and end it with Moblet’s comment that Levi would be too tired to come and see you. Someone suggests that you go and surprise him but you didn’t want to interrupt his much needed rest, plus you already got an extra day off today and needed to get back to work. But surprising Levi wasn’t entirely out of the question either.

The next day Levi woke up but scolded himself for the sun already going back down again. He realized he wouldn’t be able to see you the evening he returned based off of all the paperwork on his desk but thought for sure he’d make it to see you in the morning. But he couldn’t fight the deep sleep he was in and slept through the entire day. He worried you’d be upset or disappointed in him, what if you think he lied or stood you up? He wanted to go see you immediately but at this time you were probably getting ready for bed. He starts thinking of how he’s going to apologize and make it up to you on his way home. Usually he just sleeps in his office but no way in hell was he working tomorrow. He’d plan a full day of fun to make it up to you, and you technically didn’t end up doing what he planned the morning he accompanied you to visit your parents.

He reaches his home and notices a box at the door. A bit suspicious but he takes it inside and opens it. There’s a note in it telling him not to worry about not being able to see you; you knew he’d be exhausted so it was fine. You thought about surprising him but didn’t want to get in the way so instead you sent a surprise. He unwraps the paper and there’s a full jar of the jam you and he made at your parents house. There’s a small sweet note tied to it from your parents wishing you both well. No one was around to witness the emotions that overcame the captain that night. This was something he would treasure forever and couldn’t wait to see you again.

Levi was finally able to breakaway from his work two days later and had you swooning as soon as he walked in the door. The kisses, hugs and cuddles, sweet nothings he kept whispering in your ear; it was nonstop all morning. He had planned an entire day for just the two of you. You grabbed breakfast/brunch (*idk why but i feel like Levi’s a brunch goer*) at a new restaurant in the inner circle, then Levi surprised you with a horseback riding lesson and trot around the town’s river. It was terrifying at first but ended up being a very romantic date. He bought you a single flower from a street vendor after and you held onto it for the rest of the day. The next big thing he planned was having a quick painting made of the two of you. You remind him that it’s a sweet sentiment but you were still blind, and he promises you’ll like it; that there’s a surprise. You and he posed outside under a large tree while the artist began his work. It took an hour and honestly was tiring but you trusted that it was going to be worth it. The artist said that you could pick it up later once it was finished. Since you felt drained after that Levi took you home, made a nice warm fire and snuggled you on the couch and gave you a light massage to help you rest and relax. Once you feel refreshed he then takes you a few towns where there’s a sort of carnival and the two of you play a bunch of games (with Levi’s guidance of course. It was sweet feeling his arms around you guiding your movements. He’d sneak in a little kiss here and there.) and eat trashy-greasy food for dinner but Levi has something planned for dessert and says he’ll get you cotton candy next time. The sun is starting to set by the time you leave but Levi has you stop by the painter’s studio and picks up the painting. He tells you to touch it and you don’t understand why at first. But once you do tears fill your eyes. The artist had added some type of textured material over the major outlines of the painting’s silhouettes so you could feel and be able to accurately imagine what it looked like. It compromised a little bit of detail but was still an amazing masterpiece to you. You can’t stop thanking the artist and Levi for this and refuse to put it down. After leaving there you stop by the tea shop for an evening cup of tea and show off the painting to everyone there. Your face was beaming as you couldn’t stop talking about how amazing it was. Levi sat back just smiling and watching you force everyone to touch it.

You made it back to your place and were still talking about how amazing the day had been and how much you loved the painting. You wondered around your house trying to pick the best place to hang it up. Levi didn’t mind. He was busy in your kitchen putting together the last surprise of your day together. Once the tray was filled with everything he moved it to the living room and added some more wood to the fire. He was nervous and not entirely sure how to pull this off but was going to go for it regardless. The plan worked out in his head so it should play out the same way right?

You join Levi in the living room excited that the hallway upstairs had the perfect space for your new painting. Levi’s happy to see you so carefree and makes this next pet feel a bit easier for him. You ask what you’re smelling and he explains that he had dessert ready for the two of you; a variety of different sweets, candy, and treats he bought earlier, most are chocolate since you said that that was your favorite. You reach out to feel for it but Levi holds your hand in his stopping you, saying that he wanted to try something with you if that was okay. You’re not sure what to think but if it involved chocolate then you were on board!

Levi hopes you’re okay with it but he wanted to try eating different sweets and flavors while blindfolded to see what it was like. He remembered how you’ve talked about your other senses being heightened including your taste and sensitivity to foods. So he wanted to see what that was like for himself. You think it’s a great idea and are excited to take the lead and help him experience some things like you did. He ties a blindfold around his eyes and teaches for your face just like you do to him and you both laugh at his joke.

You grab a ball of chocolate and tell Levi to hold it and feel it first, then smell it and really try to notice what stood out about this specific type of chocolate. Then once he took a bite to chew slowly and move it around his mouth, coating the inside before swallowing. Then to wait a minute before trying a new kind of sweet. He follows your instructions doesn’t feel any different at first. He only notices that his hearing is more fine tuned and is more aware of his own body. But when he tries the second ball the difference is so extreme it surprises him! You enjoy your own tears while Levi experiences this new level of taste.

You find Levi’a face and try feeding him the next piece but he jumps in shock. He’s embarrassed and apologizes, it was just so sudden he wasn’t used to it and is even more impressed by you now. He lets you feed him but doesn’t let you take your hand away. Instead he feels every inch of your hand against his skin and savors it just like you taught him to do. When he starts kissing your hand the mood starts to fizzle into something else. This sensation wasn’t anything new to you but for Levi it felt like pure electricity swimming through his veins. His lips traveled farther up your arm and your hand tangling in his hair once he reached your neck was a second shockwave through him. Is this how you felt every time? How the hell did you manage such a great level of self control? He could barely pull himself off of you and even then it was only for a moment. You feel a piece of fudge brush against your lips and Levi tells you to open, that he wanted to try one more thing with you. You do what he says and bite down but before you can close your mouth Levi’s molds against yours. He bites off a chunk and his tongue is dancing with yours around the bits of chocolate, helping to coat both of the mouths. You completely give in to this new feeling and pull Levi tighter against you. Your both moaning unashamedly and Levi can’t hold himself back any longer.

Without breaking the kiss, even after the chocolate was melted and gone, his hands roam over you body greedy to feel as much of this new feeling as possible. The sounds he’s making make you weak in the knees and you lean back on the couch pulling him down with you. Your body reacts to his every moment and spurs him on. Things are hot and heavy now, the tray beside you completely forgotten and bodies molding and exploring the other. You’ve both thrown yourself into the experience but in the back of your minds think about how far were things going to go this time. If it wasn’t for Hange last time you may not have stopped. Both of you wanted to, you knew that much, but a piece of you was still holding back; something was still missing. You didn’t know what but trusted your gut that tonight wasn’t the right time. All you had to do was to bring Levi back down to earth. He was a slave to himself right now and kept pushing things further and further. It was a struggle to stop moaning and calling his name and you managed to take your hands off of him and dig your hands into the couch. But he’s quick to cage them in place and continue on with his work. There was no denying how much you were enjoying this and wanted more but you needed to focus.

You try calming down and getting Levi to focus on what you were saying but he’s not paying attention. His bodies pulsing above yours and you can sense the growing itch that’s demanding Levi scratch this time. Your tone is sweet and soft but your words are firm; Levi needed to stop. He starts to faulted, obviously struggling to comply and you think of a compromise. You apologize and worry that you shouldn’t have let things go this far, it wasn’t fair to him but he takes responsibility for himself also. There’s no excuse for lacking so much self control, but you tell him that you can meet him in the middle.

You tell him that if he’s okay with it and his little buddy is really that ready for more, then you could help him out; you were happy to do that much. He’s not sure but doesn’t resist when you roll him over so you’re on top. Your hands move slowly to undo Levi’s pants and you feel how stiff he is. His hands shoot out to your shoulders once you start to pull them down. “I’m sorry…i just…it’s…” “We don’t have to if you don’t want to. I’ll stop.” But he tells you to continue and he’s sorry and will try to sit still from now on. You finish pulling his pants down so that he’s free and fully erect in front of both of you. He’s already out of breath and face on fire and you ask him again if he’s sure. He nods and grips onto your couch for dear life once he feels your hands travel up his thigh and wrap around him. You start slow but speed up to a comfortable pace after a minute. Levi can’t contain his excitement and you reassure him that he didn’t have to now. This was all for him and you wanted him to enjoy it as much as he wanted. He’s grunting and moaning and cursing your name as you speed up, never having been this unnerved in his life.

He doesn’t notice you reach over to the table with his free hand though and pop another piece of chocolate into your mouth. You suck until it’s mostly melted and decide to try one more thing. You lower your mouth and start coating Levi head to base. You almost gag when Levi’s hands press into your head and tangle your hair. He’s bucking his hips and apologizing over and over for it. You don’t want him to apologize though. He tasted amazing, especially with this chocolate coating. For the next few minutes you sucked both dry. It sounded like Levi was starting to panic as he was chanting your name but you knew what was about to happen. You go faster and deeper and keep smacking his hands away as he tries to lift your head at the last moment. You wanted this and got it. Levi growled like an animal, hell maybe even roared, as he went into autopilot pumping himself into your mouth. It felt like he was going to rip your hair out if you didn’t stop sucking soon, so you finished swallowing and finally released him after a couple more bobs. There were tears coming out of your eyes and you were happy that Levi kept the blindfold on. He’d worry and get the wrong idea if he saw that so you wipe your face hoping that was good enough.

"...We’re just here to drop off breakfast for y/n and yourself." She’s cautious not to let any of the tray contents CLINK or CLATTER as she tip-toes to the nearby table. The slightest sounds woke you sometimes, and waking you up from a peaceful sleep was like waking up Levi and there were much easier ways to die.

"Here’s her morning medicine next to her plate, if you’ll make sure she drinks it. We’ll be back to check on her later today." The nurses offer a quick bow before scurrying out of the room,

"I thought my heart was going to explode!"

"It just pounds away in your chest, right?!"

"Every time!"

‘Tsk.’

The room went back to being still and quiet to Levi's liking.

But his brow furrows feeling you stir against his side. He pulls you closer and gently traces your face with the tips of his fingers, careful not to wake you.

This wasn't your face.

It was all wrong.

The color still hadn't come back, and whenever you opened your eyes they were just empty pools. Your skin had hardened too much to ever allow a real smile back. There wasn’t a single trace of emotion left on your face that could identify you. Some nights when Levi watched you sleep, he only saw a corpse; another empty husk with nothing left in it. Listening to you talk in your sleep confirmed this.

You wanted to die.

To leave this place and go on to whatever came next...

You'd finally be free from it all; your soiled body, the vile memories.

But instead the gods played another one of their wicked tricks and cursed you to a worse hell than anything possibly waiting on the other side. Having to live without the will to do so kept your body, mind, and soul at constant odds with each other.

Your body ignoring your soul and still demanding that you eat and drink.

Your mind ignored your body by preventing you from ending it at your own hand. No matter how many times you tried, you just couldn't do it.

Your soul ignoring your mind’s will to keep fighting. It kept you in limbo, as a corpse who hasn’t died yet forced to wait to take the final step.

Levi couldn't stand it. He wanted to see your face again; your real face. He remembered it well...

He would watch your eyes ignite while you fought titans, then simmer down to dark sparkling embers around the campfire. Your laugh was loud too loud, and your smile consumed half your face baring your teeth, but it was still warm and genuine. Levi didn’t even mind the occasional snorts that shot out from time to time. The obnoxious motions you’d make when telling a story were unnecessary and annoying but Levi couldn't help but envy the passion you still held onto. Once while cleaning a gash on your forehead, Levi noticed that your freckles weren’t just in a small cluster around your nose, but actually spread out all across your cheeks. They were a stary-night-sky that he could see no matter the time of day. And he wondered about the old scar hidden along your hairline. When you finally woke up; really woke up, he was going to ask you about it.

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‘I woke up…again.’

A notion that after all this time still mocked you.

You stare up at Levi and wish you never had to open your eyes ever again, because the look in his trying to recognize the stranger in his arms broke you a bit more every morning.

But Levi never tried to talk to you during this time. He’d only sit with you, or hold you if you crawled into his lap, and wait to hear your heartbeat even out. Although your disposition had improved slightly, the sunrise was still the darkest time of day for you. The light was pale and flat coming in through the windows nor did any birds linger to try and lift your spirits with a song.

This was the typical morning routine in your room. Once you were ready, Levi would help you sit up and give you your morning medicine before breakfast. After, he would step away and turn around so you could wipe yourself down with a clean cloth. You knew that you needed a proper bath, but you just weren't ready to see your body until it had healed more and it felt like yours again. Once you were done, the doctor's came in to make their first rounds, officially signaling the start of the next day.

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Your major injuries had healed well but being bedridden for so long weakened your body immensely. Levi helped you with everything: sitting up, rolling over, lifting your spoon and cup to your mouth, even carrying you to and from the bathroom. (You felt bad about it at first but never said anything. You knew even if you weren’t in this condition, you’d weigh nothing compared to Levi’s strength. Besides, he didn’t complain or show the slightest sign of fatigue while carrying you. In fact he insisted, being eager to hold you and slow to put you down.) Other than that, you were in bed, day in and day out, healing but becoming weaker at the same time. The idea of walking with your own two feet seemed more and more like a daunting task as time went on. The doctors encouraged you that once your right leg finished healing you'd jump back into the swing of things in no time.

Since the surgery on your left foot and calf had been a success and the cast finally off, there was little need for you to stay in the hospital for much longer, but the thought was unnerving.

What was going to happen to you then? What were you going to do? Where were you going to go? It’s not like you could just walk back into the scout’s barracks as if nothing happened and gear up for the next expedition. Could you even still be a scout? Did you even still want to be one? That all felt like a lifetime ago...

"She’ll be staying with me."

'What...'

"All of her belongings have already been moved into my personal quarters. We’ll go there once she’s discharged and continue her recovery."

"Levi…?"

His eyes are surprisingly gentle when he says, "If you’re ready to go home that is."

Home.

‘That sounds…warm…’

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Two weeks later you’re officially discharged from the hospital as an outpatient. You’ll need to come back often for checkups and possibly another surgery depending on how things go, but you no longer needed intensive care and should continue healing on your own.

You had woken up early that morning but stayed still so you didn’t interrupt Levi’s conversation. "Our psychologist is still waiting for you to go visit him. We really think that you could benefit from at least just talking-"

"I will not be leaving y/n's side for anything. And especially not to go talk to some quack. For all I know he’s another filthy pig that deserves to be gutted like the rest."

"...Okay Levi...it’s your choice. Just know, the door is always open if you change your mind."

Hearing Levi talk like that didn’t always sound like him, but his arms would wrap tighter around you, so it was comforting before anything else. You didn't bring up what you heard and just focused on getting ready to leave.

A nurse helps you into the new shoes Levi bought, wishes you luck, then excuses herself from the room. A couple of MP’s female of course had arrived a few minutes before and collected everything you and Levi had. They were currently waiting outside of the room to escort the two of you back to Levi’s personal quarters. Not that Levi felt it was necessary, but he agreed it would aid your sense of security for your first time back in public. Erwin might have also had his own concerns for Levi and civilian safety.

You grab the crutches your doctor told you to practice with but Levi tosses them back on the bed, "You won’t be needing those," and picks you up bridal style, "Ever. I will carry you." His grip is keeping your body flush against his, so much so that you can feel his heart racing. "Levi?"

"There’s...going to be people everywhere on our way back home. I just...*CLENCH?!*…it’s so damn hard to not-?!"

You recall that the only other man you saw during your hospital stay was Erwin and even he had to walk on eggshells around Levi. It was difficult to relax around him at first, but deep down you knew that he would never hurt you. Because he was the only other man that Levi trusted and you trusted Levi.

But other than Erwin, neither you or Levi had been around another man since being in the hospital, and Levi’s rage wasn’t any better than your panic.

What was about to happen?

"...But. I’m going to take you home and keep you safe. No one is going to hurt you. I promise." Looking up, you see that buried under the frenzied attempt of self-control, there’s sincerity in Levi's resolve. It's comforting, but you wonder if he could feel your own heartbeat start to pick up.

He carries you out of the hospital room and signals for the MP’s to lead the way.

Walking through the hospital hallways has everyone on edge. They were relatively clear of other people but once you exited it would be back in the real world, full of people. Full of men.

The MP's stop in front of the doors, "The cart is waiting directly across the street. We'll keep a path cleared for you Captain," before swinging them open.

" *Whisper*Close your eyes y/n...don't open them until I say so."

STEP.

STEP.

STEP. *THUMP* STEP.

STEP. *THUMP*STEP.*THUMP*

'I....I can't-'

STEP.*THUMP*STEP.*THUMP!**THUMP!*STEP.

'I can't do it...'

STEP.*THUMP!**THUMP!!*STEP.*THUMP!**THUMP!!*

'I can't do it?!"

*THUMP!!*STEP.*THUMP!!?**THUMP?!!*

'I CAN'T-!!?'

"Y/N."

*GASP!?*

Hands snake around you in a tighter embrace. A soft and steady voice falls over your mind.

"You're mine."

*THUMP!*

*THUMP*

"No one is coming to take you from me."

*THUMP*

*THUMP*

"There's no safer place in this world than where you are right now."

*THUMP*

*thump*

"There's nothing in this world that could make me put you down."

*thump*

*thump*

"Keep holding onto me."

*thump*

*thump*

"I'll keep you safe."

*thump*

*...thump...*

"Always."

*......*

*CREAK* *CLOP*

Levi adjusts you in his lap once he's settled in the cart,

"Do you understand."

"...yes..."

Hands cradle your head and snuggle you against a warm chest, relaxing you. How could such calloused hands settle you...

"Good girl. Then keep your eyes closed and stay right here. We'll be home soon."

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It was just like Levi had said.

All of your belongings had already been moved into his personal quarters.

He told you to keep your eyes closed during the entire ride and even after you had stopped. Levi kept you calm once again while he walked and took a few turns every now and then. You kept your eyes shut tight and face buried in Levi's shirt until after you heard the MP's who escorted you take their leave, and heavy doors close behind you. You felt Levi walk for another minute or two before he told you you could open your eyes now.

All of the scout's high ranking officials lived in a restricted area, with their own personal quarters spread around a large courtyard that had a private office building on one end, used for private meetings and collective duties. No one was allowed onto the premises without explicit, expressed permission from one of the official's personally. Everyone else was detained immediately for questioning hoping to god not by Levi. You'd only been inside once before to give your statement over a recent and rather sticky expedition during one of their private meetings. Your squad had been promptly escorted to the building, gave your statements one by one, then promptly shown back out. Not leaving much time for sight seeing and being nosy like you had hoped. Levi reprimanded you about your bad habit later that evening.

When you arrived, a locksmith was just finishing up his last bit of work on the front door. Erwin who had been waiting there to make sure you had a smooth arrival and transition double checked that two locks had been added to every door in the home before paying the man for his services and dismissing him. Another seemingly unnecessary act, but to make sure that you felt completely safe Levi would put locks on every door, drawer, handle, and floorboard if that's what it took.

His home looked how any person could have guessed; spotless, high quality, and with the bare necessities. The pile of scuffed luggage and stuffed cardboard boxes in the middle of the living room couldn't have looked more out of place in this meticulously manicured home.

Levi and Erwin were busy talking about something so you just continued to take in your surroundings. Once you entered and wiped off 'your damn filthy shoes' as Levi always said, you were in the main living room with a dining area behind it. It looked like the kitchen was through the door to your left and the next door was probably a guest bathroom. There was a large fireplace on the right wall with a leather armchair and side table positioned beside it. Along the back wall were two hallways on each far end. You'd learn later on that one led to Levi's home office while the other towards the master bedroom, with two yes two!! closets full of cleaning supplies along the way. You weren't surprised.

"Y/n."

"Huh! Yes?"

You didn't realize Erwin and Levi's conversation had ended.

"Would you like to go lay down and rest? Or if you're hungry I can make you something to eat."

'What?'

"Um...you, know how to cook...?"

"Oy. Don't get so flippant with me y/n."

"Yes sir..." When was the last time you felt like smiling like this? Levi had felt it too. For a moment, you sounded like yourself again and his heart held onto the memory.

"So?"

"Oh, um. I am actually a bit tired. But Levi? Where's Erwin going with all of my stuff?" You watched him carry an arm full of your things down the right hallway before coming back empty handed and grabbing more stuff. Levi followed Erwin down the hall this time, "Your bedroom of course," and stepped into the room after him, "where else."

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Once Erwin finished moving all of your things into the room and made sure that you had everything you needed, he said a warm good-bye then left. Levi picked up where Erwin had left off and began moving all of your things into their new homes; clothes were folded and put in these drawers, shoes over here under the window, dirty clothes went in a basket do not even THINK about leaving dirty ANYTHING lying on the floor for bi-weekly washing, miscellaneous and personal affects were put in the closet for now...

You sat on the bed and watched as Levi put away every one of your items as if they'd always been there. He disappeared into the en-suite bathroom for a few minutes to organize your toiletries, giving you a moment to catch your breathe.

Was this okay being in Captain Levi's bedroom? Sitting on his bed, with your nightwear in a drawer right next to his? You didn't feel uncomfortable by it all, you actually felt very comfortable being here, but that wasn't normal right? This should be weird, shouldn't it? Levi insisted that it was okay, nor did Erwin question this situation for a moment. You even heard Erwin mention to Levi that Hange was trying to think of the perfect 'welcome home'/'house warming' gift to bring you at some point. Levi had a small cot moved into the corner of the bedroom so you could have the bed to yourself. You tried to protest but he reassured you that "I've hardly ever slept in it myself. It's practically unused, and now yours."

'It is a really luscious bedspread. How could someone not drift off into heaven every night with this bed.' You move to get under the covers but Levi's faster. He tucks you under the blankets and walks back towards the bathroom, "I'll have some food ready whenever you wake up," but you stop him too quickly for him not to worry. He rushes back to your side, "What is it?! Tell me and i'll fix it!" You fiddle with your fingers, suddenly feeling shy and stupid from your outburst. "Um...well, you felt sort of far away just now...going into the bathroom...I mean..." You don't see Levi's feet move from in front of you for a few seconds before they disappear and you hear them walk around the other side of the bed. "I can fix that easily..." The bedsheets rustle behind you, and those two hands that you've memorized front and back guide you to lay down. You nuzzle yourself into Levi's side and drift off to sleep almost instantly, this time remembering the difference between sleeping in a room and in a home.

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For the next month, You and Levi stay holed up in his quarters, not leaving for anything. He made sure his pantry, firewood, and supplies were fully stocked before you first arrived so there wouldn't be any issues. Anything you needed that wasn't already in the home was delivered and left at the front door, along with Levi's captain's paperwork.

Erwin told him there was no rush in completing any of it, that it was just there to guarantee the necessary paperwork passed into the right hands and didn't get lost or forgotten about over time. The rest of Levi's squad had been temporarily disbanded and each given new assignments, mostly in training the new recruits or leading small expeditions themselves. Until he was ready, Levi's captain duties and responsibilities were placed on hold.

All he thought about now was taking care of you. Being back in his own home, he could let his guard down and finally relax knowing that you were completely safe and with him. He waited on you hand and foot from the first thing in the morning until you fell asleep at night. He stayed nearby and treated your remaining wounds and bandages just as the doctor had instructed. Levi never missed giving you a dose of medicine and helped you start getting reacclimated to walking on your own after you had out enough meat back on your bones.

He nixed the idea originally, refusing to let your feet to touch the ground for any reason. But during your first visit with the doctor, he explained that it would start causing issues for your body's function and motor abilities if you didn't start restrengthening your muscles soon. It almost cost the doctor his life to tell Levi not to carry me so much, but he needed to hear it.

So, a few times a day Levi would help you try and stand up on your own. You were as helpless as a fawn the first week. Every time you'd wobble or stumble Levi would sweep you up in his arms and say you were done for the rest of the day.

"No arguing."

The next week you could stand on your own pretty well. The week after saw you take a couple of steps towards Levi and then across the entire room a week later. After that, you could make your way around the entire house on your own. You were slow, and Levi still held you about half of the day, but seeing the progress with your own eyes; your own two feet carrying you from one point to another...it felt like life again.

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Levi still laid down with you while you slept, the cot was taken away after only a few nights, but you realized that you never saw him sleep himself. Levi was already awake whenever you woke up and still awake when you'd go to sleep. You knew the captain didn't have the best sleeping habits to begin with so it didn't seem like such an odd thing to take note of. Surely he had to sleep at some point; maybe he happened to fall asleep after you and wake up earlier too everyday. That was entirely possible right? Levi can function normally on limited sleep without a single sign or symptom of fatigue. So you never dwelled on the topic, just like he told you not to do too. He'd change the subject if you brought it up, or distract you with a small make-you-weak-in-the-knees smile and quick snuggle. "This is all I need" he'd say as you were wrapped in his arms, and the day would carry on.

Your relationship with Levi had changed so drastically it was hard to remember why you used to address him so formally as Captain. The Captain Levi. Humanities' strongest soldier. Now he was just Levi and currently rubbing your feet after you insisted on walking for the entire day on your own. They dangled over the side of the bed in front of Levi.

"It'll get better y/n. Relax for now. You're doing great."

You rub your eyes and say haphazardly, "I know, I know. But I'd kill-"

"Not yourself-"

"'Not myself'...to soak in a nice warm bath right about now. Everything's starting to ache."

"...Do you want to try it..."

"What?"

"A bath...Do you want to try taking one?"

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Before you know it, you’re back at the league headquarters. Shigaraki continues to keep you semi-upright, getting you into the building. Passing through the bar, Kirogiri asks if you need medical assistance. Shigaraki immediately yells “No Giri, it’s fine. I’ve got it” while you try not to laugh. With continued help, you make your way through the hall and into his bedroom. He leads you to his bed and you do your best to ignore him kicking a bag of trash under the desk. 

He sits on the bed beside you, reaching under his pillow. Pulling out drawing gloves, he slides his pinkies into each of them before securing the wrists. 

“Not the sexiest but it’s so if I accidentally touch you I don’t-”

“Oh, yeah. Thanks.” you reply smiling, genuinely glad for his concern. 

He turns to you, holding his hands awkwardly in front of him “okay um..” He glances around.

“So how do you…” he trailed off.

“Have sex?” “Ughh. I know what sex is y/n, I’m not an idiot.” He shifts uncomfortably before itching the skin under his jaw.

As you expected: he doesn’t seem to have any experience in this. You can’t really judge him for it, it’s not like you’re getting laid nonstop yourself. Plus, he’s willing to help when no one else is, he’s attractive, and his cluelessness is kind of endearing. On the other hand, his insecurities can make him irritable but maybe it won’t be too bad.

“No, how do you want to start? I have an idea of what people would usually do but I also know this is just supposed to be a means to an end.” He stares down at his hands, chewing the skin of his bottom lip. 

Was this just a means to an end for him? You initially thought he was just being nice and didn’t care about sex. But he seems to somewhat care and under his usual confidence he looks a little sad about (what you would assume to be) his first time being with someone using him to avoid slipping into insanity. You’d probably find that a little depressing too. What is he looking for in this? Realizing that you’ve been staring at him too long, you decide to just ask.

“So, my brain is foggy. But if I’m understanding this: you’re asking about comfort levels? What are you comfortable with?”

“You can do anything to me.” he responds shamelessly and a little too fast. 

“Okay. Noted.” Wanting to not lose time, you move yourself closer to him. 

Opting to place a hand on his shoulder, making some connection between the two of you. This works for you: verbal conversation becoming more difficult to keep track of as your body pulls you towards him. The way he is looking at you while biting his bottom lip makes it nearly impossible to think of anything else. On top of that, you are in Tomura Shigaraki’s bed.

You are really in Tomura Shigaraki’s bed. 

Holy shit.

He doesn’t seem to hate the small touch between you so you move even closer. Bringing your left hand up to his cheek, you lightly brush a few clumps of hair from his face.

You lean-in, gravitating towards his mouth.

It’s terrifying, even if he said he’s okay with what you want to do, you’ve still never seen him indicate much interest in physical touch prior to this.

Moving closer.

You hope he actually meant it.

A little closer.

You also hope ‘anything’ includes kissing.

Pressing tentatively, your lips connect with his. You feel him stiffen slightly before rubbing his lips into yours. The soft ridges of his scars lightly dancing over your skin. Slowly, you continue to kiss him - struggling to hold back but afraid to move too fast. He pulls back.

“Uhm” glancing down “is it okay if I touch you with my hands?”

He looks into your eyes and you wonder if he’s touched anyone with his hands (in this way, at least. You’ve definitely seen him touch people with his hands.)

“Yeah”

“..you’re sure?” he double checks looking confused at your first answer.

“I know what I said yes to” you smile and move your own hand into his.

“Okay, cool” he smiles and turns fully towards you. When was the last time you saw him smile? Your heartbeat quickens, deepening the ache in your gut making you groan. 

“Hey, uhm” awkward start but you continue “this pace is nice and all but I..”

His eyes widen in understanding. “Oh. Yeah, got it!” In a surge of confidence you’re used to seeing when he takes charge of a mission, he presses you back onto his bed. Climbing on top of you, he brings his lips back to yours - fumbling slightly. 

Where was that a minute ago? 

The kiss deepens. Parting your lips, you’re met with a mouthful of his tongue. Inexperienced, but his confidence is still hot. You guide him, sliding your tongue gracefully around his.

Being close to him isn't so bad. Like usual, he's confident yet hesitant. Not overly praising but at least not rude to you. Despite his messy style, he smells okay too. Kind of like wet leaves in fall. 

Reaching your hands down, you grab the bottom of his hoodie and pull it off, taking his shirt with it. He motions to do the same. You lean forward, allowing him to slide yours over your head. Your shirt gets stuck so you help and pull it the rest of the way off your arms. Happy you didn’t wear a bra, that’s something he can figure out another day.

He gasps slightly. Oh yeah, boobs. 

Pausing, he looks up “and you’re sure it’s okay if I touch you everywhere?”

“Definitely, I want to feel your hands on me.” 

It’s clear by now, his confidence doesn’t extend to his hands in this situation. Reaching for his gloved fingers, you place yours over his and pull them down to your hips. The feeling of his skin on yours sends light tingles through your body, quickening your breathing. Adding more pressure, you drag his hands up your stomach, over your ribs, and onto your chest. You slide your hands up his arms, feeling every scar along the way. He takes a moment to adjust before grabbing handfuls, grazing your nipple making you moan and lean into his touch. 

Seeing him shirtless in front of you, he’s a lot more ripped than you thought he’d be. His skin looks soft with scratches and scars here and there adding texture. You wish he’d lean forward more, you really need to touch him.

He haphazardly rolls your nipples between his fingers, lightly before pinching harder. He brings his head down to rest on your chest briefly before replacing his left hand with his mouth. First licking, then alternating between sucking and biting. He swirls his tongue around you, making you gasp. He notices and does this more between quick bites and kisses. 

Fast learner.

You exhale loudly, pulling him closer to you. Dragging your hands up his back, you grip the muscles over his shoulder blades. With your legs wrapping around his back, you pull him closer again. He moans and you feel him hard against you. You continue pressing him into your hips and letting him go to grind him back into you. Your breath quickening with his. The heat you felt all night becomes unbearable. With a low moan, you pull your shorts down your thighs. He sits up, pulling them off for you before removing his own pants.

Through his tight boxer briefs you can see the outline of him, tip peeking out the top of the elastic. It’s…definitely not small. Holy shit.

Your head spins slightly and you realize you've been staring for too long. 

“Everything okay?” he asks. “Yeah. Everything's great.” you say, pulling him back to your side.

He kisses you for a moment before rubbing his hand over your panties, three fingers pressing down with his pinky instinctively pulled back. Getting carried away, you reach for his bulge, sliding your hand firmly over him. 

“Wait.” he groans, moving your hand to his hip “in a bit, it's uh too distracting.”

He resumes moving his hands, sliding his hand under the fabric. You feel his middle finger slide down your slit then press hard back up, rubbing over your clit, making you moan loudly in his ear. He repeats this for a while before slipping back down and pressing his finger in. His finger quells the empty feeling you'd had all night. It feels amazing. You bite his shoulder, breathing hard into him. He begins sliding his middle finger in and out while his thumb comes up to press into your clit. The heat continues to build.

His movements start a bit sloppy, but he has the right idea. He's done his research, he's just unpracticed. Now he’s playing you like a new video game. 

“Is this okay?” he asks. 

“Y-yeah” you half scream in his ear. 

The corner of his mouth raises slightly and he adds another finger before picking up the tempo. You feel the pressure aching in your gut release, sending shock waves of pleasure all the way to your toes. 

“Shig-” he presses his free hand over your lips. 

“Tom-ura.” he corrects you between breaths. 

You grip him harder, fingernails adding more scratches down his back. Burying your face in his neck you ride the waves pulsing through your body. 

“Fuck” he moans into your ear “always wanted to do this.” His heavy lidded eyes watch yours as you moan and press into his hand. 

When your orgasm begins to lull, you feel him slip out and you begin to catch your breath. You weren't back to normal yet, but you could feel your quirk again which is progress. 

“Huh” he brings his hand closer to his face, inspecting his cum covered fingers. “That’s a fun reward.” He smiles at what his typically destructive hands created before licking his fingers. 

You laugh and he brings his attention back to you. 

Wanting to return the favor, you shimmy further down the bed and free him from his boxers. You drag your lips over the leaking tip while your hands work their way down his shaft, both your hands and mouth fitting easily over him at the same time. 

“This is - amazing” he breathes, “but I think we should - you still need to - if - if you're ready.” He breaks off pulling himself back slightly to catch his breath. 

Oh. Yeah. Right. 

You remind yourself why you're in this situation in the first place. A “means to an end” as he put it.

You pause for a moment, taking in the surprise of him putting your well being ahead of his pleasure. This shouldn't have come as too much of a shock, he's always put you and the other league members first. You just didn't expect it in this context. 

You make a mental note to give him a blow job as a thank you later, if he's okay with you touching him after this. Maybe he is just helping you but you still want to make it somewhat nice for him, he deserves that at least. 

He presses his thumb inside your mouth, guiding you back down to the bed. You bite him lightly, making his eyes light up before he pulls back. 

Tipping your hips up, you slide your now drenched underwear off, tossing them on the floor where he just threw his. You press back into the mattress before he moves over you and drops his elbow next to your shoulder. 

Bringing his hips back, he lines himself up. In spite of how over-aroused you feel, you're still a bit nervous. 

“you ready?” he asks. 

“yeah” you smile, “you?”

“definitely.”

He bumps his tip into you, missing a few times before pulling himself up to your clit and pressing himself between your lips to slide down and in. His hips thrust forward, a little too fast for his size. 

“eek” you squeak, scrunching your face slightly. 

He freezes for a moment. 

“Fuck. Uh…” he pulls back a bit, giving you time to adjust. 

“just stay here for a second” you whisper in his ear, bringing your hands to his hips to keep him there. 

You catch your breath and the burning stretch begins to feel more like a tickle. You slide your hands up his waist, feeling every muscle and scar on the way up. Bringing them around his back, you nod at him to continue. 

His scarlet eyes watch you carefully for any signs of pain as he slowly pulls away and presses back in again. This continues a bit before he begins picking up speed and settling into a more consistent rhythm. You pull his hair from between your faces. Concentrating, his bottom lip sucked between his teeth. Wishing you could keep staring at him forever, you also want to feel him closer. You kiss the birthmark on his jaw before moving his mouth to yours. 

He picks up the pace, bringing your breath to the top of your lungs. Your walls squeeze around him, sucking him further into you. You moan into his mouth while he moans back at you, continuing messy kisses. 

You pull your legs up and wrap them around his back as tight as you can, bringing him as close to you as possible. He takes the hint and slides his hands under your ass, grabbing and pressing you up to him. He's so deep you can feel him throbbing into your cervix, sending pulses of heat into you with every movement. 

The pressure aching in your gut rises to an all time high then drops suddenly, your satisfaction shooting through your body as you grip his hair with one hand and back with the other. 

“Tomura” your scream comes out louder than expected, but you don't care if anyone can hear. 

You feel yourself flutter around him. Every pulse drawing you tighter and subsequently, making you feel more full. 

He's not far behind, breath catching in his throat before he presses in deeper, his sensitive tip gushing to fill you with cum as you quiver around him. “Oh fuck, y/n” he exhales into your neck before relaxing into you. 

He rolls off and doesn't immediately kick you out which you take as a good sign. He sees the fact that you haven't run out the door as an okay to put an arm around you. Laying your head on his chest, you let out a massive sigh of relief. The dizziness and ache have passed, leaving you feeling more calm than you have in a long time. You decide to stay here for a while, waiting for the inevitable moment he asks you to leave but instead, he brings you closer. He wants to enjoy being able to touch someone for as long as possible. His breathing slowing with yours. 

“I honestly thought there was a chance you'd pick a psych ward over me, y/n. You didn't really seem like the type to care about sex.” He continues in a less serious voice “I guess it’s good to know, with overwhelming horniness, the threat of insanity, and after I saved your ass, even I can be fuckable to you.”

“Are you kidding?” you laugh, “you’re always fuckable to me.”

Tomura takes a moment to process what he's just heard. Then he smiles and looks into your eyes “wanna go again?”

“M’gonna- wait what- ngh!” You’re batting your dewy eyes up at him when he drags the vibrator out with a loud squelch! All at once. Still reeling from disappointment, “Baby, why’d you-”

“Because.” he interrupts, and you keen when you feel the urgent throb! of Toji’s fat tip kissing at your swollen folds. Red and angry, leaking thick precum over your pussy lips in a pretty gloss. So mesmerizing that you almost miss the familiar flex of his thighs, the way his dark brows furrow in concentration. “-this pussy of yours says s’time for the real deal.”

It’s all that’s said before he’s suddenly dipping his girthy head just barely past your first ring of resistance. Difficult.  

“Relax.” he hisses. Pushing in lingering, determined little grinds past each clench, still easy - still patient. For now. “Breathe f’me. Breathe f’me come on, She can do hah- do it, right, my girl?”

Shit, a part of him thinks he should’ve almost waited longer with the vibrator. Because Toji knows he’s big. He knows your cunt is so tight so heavenly he might just pass out right now. Until- 

“Hngh! Toji!” you scramble onto your elbows when you feel his fat head finally bullies past to brush up against your hidden sweet spots. That little divot squeezing past to mark your walls inside. “You promised you’d hah- last longer with the oh vibrator tonight.”

Honestly, a part of Toji was impressed you were still able to form coherent sentences with the way you were being split apart on his monster cock. 

He leans down to nuzzle your neck, “Awww, did I?” Hiking your limp legs further and further up his broad shoulders where he had you folded in half. “I don’t remember, maybe your pussy was jus’ c-calling t’me.”

“You- you liar!” you cry out, and he can’t help but grow impossibly harder. Fighting off that dangerous, feral part of himself that just wants to ram into you like some animal already. Because oh how he loved when you act like you weren’t bucking up mindlessly into the smooth staccato of his hips as he eases his way in.  “Hngh- fuck you jus’ got- oh!”

The stretch - fuck the stretch. You never got used to it, no matter how many times he used that damn vibrator on you. Pushing you to your limits. It’s like he was nudging at your lungs already.

“F-fuuuck-” you can’t hold back your desperate moans, nails dragging reg marks down his biceps almost the size of your head. “Are you- ngh are you at least halfway in, Toji?”

“Nope.” he hums smugly, popping the p. “Though…”

And in a split second, he’s sitting up, with you splayed out so prettily on his fat length. Lips quirking into a mean little grin when two big arms of his help gravity pull you down, down, down onto his thick cock. Inch by fucking inch. 

Turning his head to lick a long, languid stripe up his wrist. Groaning at the sweet sweet taste of your juices forming a sheen on his skin from the little “preparation” before. And fuck you think you feel him grow thicker - angry veins pulsing against every nook and cranny of your cunt. 

Full. So full - and he wasn’t even all the way in yet. 

“Oh- oh my god- fuck you’re so deep.” you mewl, body jolting with the inability to decide between wanting to run away or slam your hips down for more. 

Toji notices - of course, he does - it was always like this, a few tears, a few whines, a few strokes with that pathetic “replica” of his swollen cock to stretch you out. He splays a hand out over your lower stomach, pressing down. Hard. Twitching wildly at that familiar bulge inside you, “M’so much deeper than that stupid toy.” 

It’s all you can do to whimper, strained and utterly fucked out already. “Wh-what?”

“Heh, ya wanna know a secret, doll?” He’s leaning down to chuckle darkly in your ear - sending shivers down your neck, your arched spine, all the way to where he gives harsh thrust. Calculated. Once. Twice. 

This time, not stopping until he was bottoming out. 

Your puffy folds meeting his pelvis in a lewd kiss, his heavy balls smacking against your ass, thick cock settled deep - right where Toji’s been dying to be all night. Toji coos at the way your poor cunt was stuttering and bulging with the greedy effort to take him. 

He plants a sloppy kiss right on your lips, “That vibrator’s made smaller than me.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - Gentleman.

Now, Nanami Kento has always been told he looked like a gentleman - everything from his neatly styled hair, to his perfect suits, to the stern reading glasses always at his nose. Nanami Kento was a gentleman - both inside and out. 

Well, except for that massive cock he hid away behind dapper dress pants, of course. 

The one that always got so girthy and angry at the mere thought of not being stuffed inside your pretty pussy. The one that was currently beading hot precum at your pussy lips, forming a lewd little pool from where he was spooning you from behind. 

The perfect remedy after a long, hard day at work - you, his cute lil’ wife. 

“Bad day?” you whisper over your shoulder, Nanami’s nods coming out in feverish little puffs against your heated skin. “Then, I want you to put it in, Ken. All of it, don’ wanna waste time on preparation.”

And Nanami was never one to deny his wife - never one to doubt anything you wanted. But at this very moment, he’s loosening that speckled yellow tie he didn’t have the patience - nor the sanity to remove. Sliding the divot on his fat tip across your clit with a hushed, “Can’t, my love. I promised to not overwork you.”

You huff, “S’not overworking- just ngh- Ken-”

“Don’t.” he warns, hips rutting up lewdly at the mere sound of your voice. Sliding the mess of his glisteningly swollen cock right between your puffy folds. “Fuck- don’t. Jus’ had a bad day n’ this naughty pussy’s gonna make me lose control, darling. Have you calling out of work tomorrow.” He kisses down your neck left hand snaking down to give your cunt a gentle smack! The cool band of his wedding ring burning against your clit, “S’that really what you want?”

And it was meant to be a question to himself more than anything, really. A reminder that you weren’t even prepared yet - not stretched and teased to his heart’s content like usual. A reminder to fucking reel his sanity back before he breaks you. 

But, alas, maybe you’re a genius - maybe you’re just stupid. Because you whine stubbornly, “Well, I hear it’s the best solution for a bad day, so why don’t you?”

In an instant, that’s all it takes for your leg to be stretched up in the air. The cozy bedroom chill hitting your bare cunt - only for a split-second, before Nanami’s achy tip is filling you up. Everywhere. Anywhere. 

“Hold onto this.” his free hand presses his tie onto your shaky one, hip still pushing. Still rutting up in a steady pressure on your snug cunt. “Pull on it if m’going too rough- fuck- fuckin’ choke me I don’t care. Jus’ let me know because from now on…” he trails off dangerously. 

But you’re not left to wonder what the end of his sentence will gift you. No, because you feel it. 

He’s pushing in - nothing like the slow, languid strokes you were used to. No, barely even giving you the time to adjust while your husband just keeps pressing and pressing and-

“Ah! Ken!” you involuntarily tug on his tie when his sensitive slit massages at those syrupy sweet spots insides. “You’re so deep- fuck just fuck me how you want to.”

Nanami’s head feels light, vision getting spottier with each heaving breath he’s taking - maybe from your tightening grip around his tie, maybe from the way you’re squeezing him so fucking tight. But it takes him a few seconds to pull himself together enough to grit out, “Fuck- I want to. Oh, how I want to.” As if to confirm his statement, he’s thumbing apart your sopping slit, groaning at the sight of you drooling eagerly down his cock. “But you’re so fuckin’ tight I can’t ngh- s’this how you feel- fuck! I think m’gonna hafta take y’like this all the time, my love.”

Each word has him speeding up in jagged little pistons. Feeling so mean with the way he was bullying those cute moans out of you. 

“I don’t care- ngh-” you babble, when his fingers roll over your clit. Squirming your hips down to meet his, trying to press up against those neat tufts of blond at his hilt. “-just want you all inside me.”

Shaping your cunt to this shape of him, losing his breath with each and every dense push inside your sloppy entrance. Still stuck not even halfway in yet - but you feel like you’re losing your goddamn mind. 

“You’re so fuckin’ hah- hold on.” And then, your beloved Nanami pushes your leg up even further, craning his neck over to spit. A steady, sinful stream of saliva right onto the bulging mound of where he was sheeting himself in your pussy. Circling your clit, he hums in satisfaction at the mess he’s made, “Now I can ruin you exactly how I want.”

You open up so pliant for him, massaging every bump and ridge along his long, long length while you let him skim past. Being split open so well. So maddeningly. 

Like you wanted to be ruined. 

And just the thought of it is enough to push Nanami over the edge of his sanity - and to push the entirety of his raw, needy cock inside your tight pussy. Finally. Finally bottoming out.

“Ngh- shit-” he lets out a long breath, sharp canines puncturing at the sensitive skin on your neck. Hips stuttering and getting sloppy with each jittery push deeper inside. Even when Nanami feels your hips fucking back into his to meet the brick wall of his toned abs. His twitching balls sensitive against your ass. “Now, lemme tell ya how how it’s been a-” Just slamming his hips into yours, a ruthless depraved cadence. Fingers ruthless on your clit. “-long fuckin’ day without you.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - Till m’stupid!

“P-please!” you try - and fail - to pull off his need mouth from your poor, overstimulated cunt. Fingers clasping desperately onto his long, inky hair. “I jus’ wan’ you in me- hah-”

It’s around your fourth orgasm that night when you’re finally crying out in surrender, big fat tears rolling down your cheeks with each high, legs spasming and trying to run away from Geto Suguru’s mean mouth. Your breath catching in your chest when he only hums around your ravaged clit in answer. 

“I dunno, gorgeous.” Geto teases, sloppy tongue darting around your pulsing hole. Stretching. Lapping up each and every drop of your syrupy cunt. “Don’ think she’s ready to take me, yet.”

Fuck, you knew what that meant. 

You knew that meant another few sweet rolls of Geto’s tongue against your clit, another few bullying praises spat into your sensitive cunt while he dragged you through another high - another orgasm that wasn’t on his swollen cock. 

And despite how much you loved the way your boyfriend teased and toyed your needy cunt with his mouth - you needed more. 

So you tug once again on his dark locks, tongue getting loose with delirium, “You’re so mean, Sugu. So what if I j-jus’ wan’ your cock.”

Oh how he loved to have you begging.

At this, his glassy eyes meet yours right from where Geto was still making out with your pretty pussy in a slow, languid kiss. The squelches and suckles ringing in your ears over your own words. His brow quirks, already with the nickname, huh? Interesting. 

“Can’t cum a-as good if it’s not on your cock.” you plow on. Oh, now it’s flattery? How cute. You manage to sputter out while your words don’t even slow him down, “And! And if you don’t-” Ah, Geto muses, this one’s probably the threat. What will it be? Last time it was making him do all the dishes. The time before that it was buying you that handbag you really loved- “-m’gonna go on a sex ban!”

Oh. 

Oh fuck. 

Now, if there’s one thing you know to never threaten Geto Suguru with, it’s a sex ban. But, alas, desperate times call for desperate measures. 

So here he was - face wrenching away from the honeypot of your sweet cunt like it hurt to leave. Eyes wide as he scrambles to meet you, your slick glistening down his gaping lips, his burning cheeks - fuck, he’s never looked prettier. 

“My baby…” Geto purrs into your ear, coming up to graze his lips against your in a messy crash of teeth and tongue. “Gorgeous, you never thought I’d be serious- right? Hah- sex ban my ass. You’re funny, real fucking funny.” But for all how confident he was, Geto was soothing out his words with the slightest tremor. Hastily sliding his furiously leaking tip between your sopping slit. Up and down up and down up and- “-cuz who said I could live another second without being in this cute pussy?”

As if to prove his point, Geto’s sliding his fat head past your puffy folds, stretching out your entrance so taut around his thick cock. 

A big hand of his finds its way onto the small of your waist, and in a split-second Geto has your position flipped so that he’s splayed out on the mattress instead. Your limp body now toppling precariously where you were sat on his swollen cock. 

“Oh.” his pretty mouth falls slack when his hazy eyes lock down at where the two of you were connected. Your pussy lips spread and sucking him up so well. He marvels, “Oh shit look at you. You always take it so well when you’re cockdrunk like this.”

And it’s true - Geto could barely feel that familiar little resistance of muscle. Instead, you’re letting his vein poke at your cunt welcomingly. Bullying himself inside.

You’re keening when an experimental thrust has Geto plunging in even deeper, throbbing veins massaging every nook and cranny of your gummy walls. You could feel him everywhere. And it’s like he could see the strain to take him. To milk him even greedier. 

“S-Sugu-”

“Shhh, this is what y’wanted, right?” he’s breathing, strained - like he’s at the end of his sanity with each inch you’re bouncing down his length. “To be fucked on my cock? No matter how big?”

You don’t even have the ability to respond at this point - just the way he liked it. That smart mouth of yours too drunk to think of anything other than him. To only whine when he pools your salty tears on his tongue, murmuring into your skin, “Now now, ‘nough with the cryin’ hah- you wanted to be fucked stupid- n’that’s exactly what m’gonna do.”

Ah, he loved this part. 

Loved how all those previous orgasms were crashing together to render you barely lucid when he’s shoving his entire cock up into your slutty hole. Glossy lips trembling when he hits the back of your cunt- already? Shit, that last orgasm must’ve hit you harder than he thought. 

That slightly upwards curve of his dick was driving you wild now buried to his hilt. And only shoving himself deeper with each grind that Geto was bucking up to. Until his heavy balls rested behind your ass, neat black happy trail rubbing up against your skin. Until it was impossible to go any deeper.

Your drunken eyes are snapping up in surprise when feeling him grow even thicker inside you, the rough girth shaping out your sloppy hole. He rasps out a chuckle, “Wonder how loose you’ll be after a fifth one, hm?”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - Make him break!

Now, Choso knew your dirty lil’ tricks, he knew not to trust that sultry curl of your lips when you called out to him. That dangerous little glint in your eyes when you begged him to go deeper, one he almost misses with the way your heavenly cunt was trying to suck him up greedily. Almost. 

Always playing with his sanity. 

Always asking for more. 

“But, baby.” he whines, pressing a concerned little peck to that adorable pout on your lips. Breath catching in his chest when you tug stubbornly on his bottom lip. “I don’t wanna- hah- don’ wanna hurt you, y’know?”

In response, you’re only wrapping your legs around his toned waist tighter, sure to leave sinful little marks at those dimples at the bottom of his spine. “I know what I want- n’ what I want is-” your elastic walls squeeze around his girth. Hard. “-more.”

Choso can’t help but let out a slow, hoarse drag of your name. Dark strands of his hair sticking to his forehead when he throws his head back, hips grinding down, down, down-

“Hah! You- oh-” his hazy eyes are flying open when he realizes he’s playing right into your evil hands. Biting his sharp canines down on your pulse - a little warning. “You know what happens when I go all the way, baby. M’not gonna fit- m’gonna lose control. M’gonna-”

“Please?” you hum sweetly.

He was about halfway in now - mouth watering at the way your pussy was spread open so shamefully for him. Already bulging and leaking onto the drenched silky sheets below with the struggle to take him - and you wanted more? 

“Tha’s right.” you hum, and it takes his saturated mind a second to realize he said that out loud. And even longer to blink up and meet your hungry gaze, “I want more, Cho.”

Fuck, and it was so unfair. Maybe it’s the nickname, maybe it’s the way you buck your hips up sloppily, lewd squelches ringing in his ear when you bully his swollen cock just an inch more. 

Maybe it’s just you. .

But that’s all it takes for him to gasp, eyes snapping wider - crazed even - hips stuttering so messily forwards before-

“Fuck, you’re such a little slut, baby.” And before you know it, Choso’s ramming his hips forwards. Letting the loud smack of skin-on-skin sound across the heady air, bruising. Painful, even. “Such a greedy little bitch-” Watching his throbbing length disappear, he’s sure it’ll leave marks - his heavy balls on your ass, toned pelvis against your thighs, fat cockhead hitting at your cervix. “-N’ s’what you’re gonna be treated like.”

It only takes one kiss of Choso’s leaky tip right against the bottom of your snug pussy before he’s cumming and cumming so hard you can almost feel him twitch at your lungs.

Not waiting for you to adjust, not even waiting for his high to bate. no, don’t make him laugh. Just spearing you on his long length, barely even easing your poor, quivering cunt into it before he’s fucking you into the mattress. 

Fully bottomed out now - exactly as you knew would happen.

“No- no no no hold on.” Choso holds both your thrashing legs still with one of his, pushing past that feeble resistance while he finds his rhythm at your gaping hole. “This is- hah-” he groans, voice shot over your wrecked ah! ah! ah! Plunging inside you like he was molding your pliant walls to his shape. “Told you m’gonna break ngh-”

He was massive already - barely even managing to squeeze past and massage your dripping cunt. But oh the sweet overfill of his seed had you keening, scrambling to grab onto the sheets, the headboard, his shoulders to keep even an ounce of your sanity.

“Ngh- fuck!” you whine at the feeling of rope after rope of his thick cum sloshing around inside your plush walls. His veins throb! throb! throbbing! against your sensitive spots to make such a mess of you below. “Fuck- jus’ like that, Cho- keep- hah- keep goin’”

And you didn’t even have to ask. As expected, your boyfriend’s brows after knitting together, pushing your legs so far apart it burned. Abs flexing as his hips moved in jagged, desperate pistons to massage your gummy walls. 

This was what you wanted so badly - the way he always breaks like this.

Always. 

“Y’asked for more n’ you’re gonna get it.” his voice stutters, cracking ever so slightly with each smash into that spongy bundle of nerves. “More- hah!” Letting out a humorless, almost-shrill laugh, “You knew this would happen, huh?”

You’re just batting your lashes deceivingly innocently, pressing a honeyed peck to Choso’s snarl, “I highly hah- doubt-”

“Look at you.” he spits at your bumbling retort, “Can’t even speak.” Two thick fingers coming up to circle the thick globs of seed pooled at your ravaged clit, purposefully grazing against the sensitive nub. “Fuckin’ wanted more and you’re gonna- get it.”

Slamming into you fast. Out of control. 

You open your mouth - no doubt to spit out some other taunt - but before the words leave your lips, he’s shoving his now-sloppy mess of his index and middle finger inside. Forcing the salty taste of his cum spilling out with each thrust, and the cool metal of his thick metal rings. You wanted to break him - and that’s what you’re gonna get. 

“So you hah- better shut up that pretty mouth of yours unless I break the bed again and you along with it”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Twin bitches, twin bitches

“Enough admirin’ me.”  Sukuna chuckles darkly from above you, reaching down to cradle your dazed head with a large, clawed hand of his. “The faster ya get back to doing yer lil’ job, the sooner that pretty cunt can take me.”

And it’s all you can do to heave for air, looking up defiantly at the two massive cocks kissing at your mouth. Barely getting a few breaths in before Sukuna’s hips thrust forwards once again to spear your heavenly mouth one of his swollen lengths. Smirking at the way your glossy lips bulge around him, “Yeah yeah, what? Got somethin’ to say, brat?”

You’re squeezing your soft palm up and down the drenched hilt of his other cock. Managing to gasp out, “I- want you-” Before your mouth is being fucked again like some little fucktoy - by both of them. Over and over. Taunting, “I want- you- now.”

“Now?” And Sukuna sounds genuinely surprised, baring his sharp canines in a shocked grin. “Y’think you can hah- already take me now?” Hissing as he drags your sloppy mouth up and off his sensitive lengths, only to question. “You sure about that?”

This angle gives you the perfect view of his intimidating cocks - massive, painfully hard. Fat tips flushed the same shade of pretty pink, angry and weeping all over your swollen lips. Twin veins throbbing urgently at your hot breath, both swollen lengths twitch so animalistically when you spit. Once. Twice. 

“Heh- you always do surprise me, lil’ human.”

And shit you were goading him into it - toying with him. 

But you didn’t expect that in all of two seconds, Sukuna would be lifting you easily off the ground with two big arms, wrapping your boneless legs around his waist to fit you snugly like a puzzle piece against his muscled body.

“Wh-what-”

“Y’asked, my girl.” he whispers, ragged at what a needy lil’ slut you were being for him right now. His other two free arms aligning both leaky tips at your quivering cunt. “N’ since you’re so fuckin’ spoiled, guess I gotta always hah- give ya what you want, huh?”

“You mean- oh-” It’s right around this time that you can’t think - you can’t even breathe. Can’t do anything but surrender to the two massive lengths bullying past your stretchy ring of muscle. Molding the entrance of your cunt to the shape of his cocks.

“Mmm fuck m’never gonna get tired of this stretch.” he’s groaning throatily, humming with each little half-thrust inside you. Just barely a push and pull. “So wet n- how the fuck hah- are you this tight?”

You scoff, mouth sharp even when it feels like he’s splitting you in half, “I can think of ngh- t-two reasons.”

And then Sukuna has the audacity to throw his head back and laugh - laugh - loud and baritone, the force of his chest rumbling having you slipping deeper and deeper down his massive cock. Losing your barely-there footing with each inch he’s feeding into your needy cunt. 

You sputter, “Ngh- f-fuck you’re in so deep.”

“F-f-fuck you’re in so deep.” Sukuna mimics your moans in a pitch much higher than his own. Giving the fat of your ass a sharp smack! as he massages your way down. “M’not even hah- halfway in yet so ya better buckle up, brat.” 

And it was true - he was still pushing in desperate, purposeful ruts upwards of his hips. Short strokes that you’d never have the king of curses do - unless he was feeling particularly nice. 

Your legs dangle in midair, nails digging into his tan skin with each smack of his heavy set balls with each movement, leaving a smear of precum and spit. Sliding you down so much easier than he thought it would. Down, down, down…

“Ya feel me in here?” you’re gasping at the pressure of one of his sharp nails. Dangerous. Trailing down, down, down to draw an imaginary line on your stomach. One. And another one not too long aways, “And here?” At your cockdrunk little nod, he smiles - dark and wild. “Use your words if you ah- want what’s comin’.”

He feels you milk his cocks even harder at that, like you’re trying to drag out something delicious when you squeal, “Can feel you- can’t feel anything but you-”

The tip of his thick finger dances higher and higher. And he gruffs out, “Well, soon enough m’gonna be- hah here!”

That deep promise is all that runs through your oversaturated mind before Sukuna’s ramming into you - no mercy. Just shoving you down his throbbing cock until he could see them bulge outwards from your supple skin, leaving a lewd little mark right where he predicted it would be. 

Bullseye. 

“Oh fuuuuck, so nice n’ tight f’me.” Sukuna whimpers - he whimpers. Fuck, the feeling of your walls trying desperately to take shape to his cocks so addictive. So dizzying the way he can feel himself rubbing against one another, bulbous veins throbbing in time to an erratic staccato. “So nice and- and-” he’s losing his words now, slurring with each languid half-thrust up into your cervix. “-mine.”

The word seemed to have made something so feral and dark poke its head out of Sukuna’s exterior. Because then he’s dragging you sloppy cunt like he owned her, all the way from his weeping tips down until your clit was scratching against those tufts of pink at his hilt. 

Slamming into you promisingly until you see stars, until you’re cumming. Electricity running through your veins just at the feeling of being so full. 

Fucking you through your high, Sukuna only taunts, “Now this is where the real fun starts.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - NO CONTROL

“Why the- why the fuck-” your gasp is drowned out by the sharp rip! of fabric echoing across your boyfriend’s luxurious childhood bedroom. Pieces of your poor panties currently laying in tatters on its hardwood floor, “-do they make these things so easy access?”

As if they could be anything but easy access. 

Not with the way Gojo had you bent over the nearest desk he could find, your wrists pinned, skirt bunched up, cunt slobbering and already struggling around where he was just dipping his fat head inside. 

Yet, you still manage to hiss over your shoulder, “If- if it’s so ‘easy access’ then why the fuck did you hah- rip it, you fool?”

But ah you should’ve known better than to give Gojo Satoru one of your glares. Because that along with your honeyed insults have him twitching ferally inside you, the curve of his cock jolting perfectly against your hidden sweet spot. Of course. 

“Because.” he gives you a sly chuckle, the very tip of his aching cock dragging along your gummy walls. “You should know this by now.” Nipping at the shell of your ear, “M’so big that even those panties are a problem, sweetheart.”

And oh the smug bastard, he’s pushing into your heavenly cunt in languid grinds. Savoring. Hypnotic. 

You’re gasping when one of his calculated thrusts mashes against your sensitive areas, the slow push and pull having your nails almost digging into the wooden desk. Scrambling onto your very tip-toes to glide your gummy walls against his thick length.

“Toru…” you moan, hissing in warning. “Y-you better be quiet or else your hah- your parents are gonna hear us.”

“Hah! Me? Me?” he cackles, drinking in your bleary gaze, the way your mouth was falling slack with each tempo of his hips. “Think you should be more ngh- worried about yourself, sweetheart.” He’s pressing a hot mess of a kiss one your swollen lips, your shoulders. Down, down, down wherever he could reach down your arched spine, “Besides. We’ll be s-sneaky, m’jus’ puttin’ in the-”

And perhaps for the first time in his life, the great Gojo Satoru is utterly speechless. Words catching in his chest at the sinful sight right below him. 

Your legs spread, shaking. Inner thighs smeared with the glossy sheen of the mess he’s making of your poor cunt. And you pussy- oh fuck, your pussy. With your puffy folds spread, bulging even with the effort to take it just past his fat head. Quivering and struggling with each experimental grind. 

Fuck, it was hard to look at it, too. It made him throb so painfully - it made him grow bigger. 

“Ngh! What the fuck-” you spit at the feeling of that familiar burn, your syrupy walls being stretched to their absolute limits. 

“Shhh shhh- change of plans, sweetheart.” Is all Gojo grunts in response, bending his long, long legs at the knees to bully himself inside easier. Two big arms wrapping around your middle, reaching over to give your clit a determined swivel of his fingers. “M’gonna go about- halfway? Yeah, halfway.”

And yet, he sounds unsure himself. Voice just a pitch higher, breathy, like he was losing more and more of his sanity with each little half-thrust he’s gifting your poor cunt with. 

Just quick, methodical little kisses of his hips to yours, heavy balls smacking against your thighs with each inch your greedy cunt is swallowing up. Milking the absolute fucking soul out of him.

“F-fuck!” you keen when that thick vein of his down the middle massages your good spot. The adorable sound making Gojo’s eyes light up, smirking as he hikes his knee up higher to piston deep into your dripping pussy. Heady with the squelches from below. “Th-this is hah more than- half Toru-”

Fuck, was it? 

Gojo hadn’t even noticed - too drunk on the way you were squeezing his poor, overworked cock so tight. Until it was almost difficult to plunge into your dripping cunt - to split you apart on it exactly the way he wanted. 

But, well, now that he was taking a long, hard look - he was just a bit more than halfway through. Brows raising in delight at the way your hips are pushing back in mindless little swivels for more. 

“Then, I guess-” he trails off, two large hands of his coming to rest at your waist. A disappointed whine rips from the back of your throat when his ruthless hips slow down to a still, pulsing with anticipation. “-might as well finish the job.”

“Oh- what- you fuckin’-” The rest of your sentence is swallowed up in the way he rolls his hips forwards - fully. Inch by fucking inch. Catching in your ring of resistance less than all the way through, but still pushing. Still rutting forwards so animalistically. “Toru—” You whine at the stretch, the pure dizzying feeling of him shaping your cunt to the thick girth of his swollen cock. “S’too big- I can’t ngh-”

Pretty pink lips shut up your babbling mouth, murmuring deeply, “No no no no- no you can take it- you can oh.” Long, slender fingers coming up to roll against your poor clit, loosening your feeble reisstance, “Look at the- fuck jus’ look at the way you want me.” And you’re barely registering the hand smushing your cheeks together in an embarrassing pout, forcing you to look down at the steady, lazy torture of him splitting you apart on his massive cock. “This isn’t even fuck- me. Look at how you’re fucking back. How you want me so badly.”

And, usually, you’d snap at Gojo - tell him he’s too cocky for his own good. 

But it was true. 

You were meeting his sloppy, untimed bounced halfway through. Helping yourself be fucked into that expensive desk. And he’s pushing - so persistent. 

So utterly wrecked when his leaky tip nudges against your spongy cervix, stars behind his eyes when his heavy balls smack your thighs. Unstopping - not until your ass was settled snugly against those tufts of white at his base. Finally, all the way in.

Through it all, he manages to rasp out, “Hey, did ya know the walls in his house are soundproofed?”

“...”

“So why don’t we go a proper round, sweetheart? Or five?”

A/N. I did NOT expect these to get so long but yk what I’m not upset.