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YOU SHOULD SO USE THAT MINHO ONE FOR A DRABBLE BC LET ME TELL YOU IT WILL BE THE MOST TOE CURLING STORY EVER 🙏🏻🙏🏻
Stranger things have happened, nonnie. 😉
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who wanna sends asks i’ve been feeling creative 😹
#been rewriting skz and primal play hcs n how we feelin bout ghostface!minho?? 😹#also playing around w a skz as fanfic tropes hc would anyone be interested if i posted it 🧍🏾♀️#also been itching 2 write something for txt i need to go thru my inbox and answer old asks atp 💀😹#imma probably be online all night cuz i ain’t got shit to do rn 💔
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no nut november - lee minho (winner)
-> pairing : minho x fem!reader
-> words count : 2.1k
-> genre : smut, etablished relation
-> warnings : dom!minho, dirty talk, praising, unprotected sex, oral (f. and m. receiving), fingering, use of 'good girl', 'kitten" and 'slut' (lovingly), overstimulation, spanking
+ the way i'm depicting minho does not represent him, it's only a work of fiction.
-> 18+ content bellow, minors dni
-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated ! sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.
-> masterlist | skz masterlist | no nut november
To say Minho was confident about his chances was an understatement. Honestly, he knew he wouldn’t have much competition, except maybe from Seungmin. Still, he followed the loss of all his members like the best show he had ever seen, teasing them endlessly. Some surprises came with the bet, like Jeongin being one of the last still going after the third week of November. But overall, they were all so predictable that Minho could have guessed how it would end.
So when he received a message from Seungmin the 30th, saying that he was out, Minho knew that he had finally won. Just two days, and he could finally do all the things he was constantly thinking about for these past weeks to you. It hadn’t been an easy win, he must say. He almost lost just once, when he was making out with you on your couch during a movie night. But he managed - God knows how - to contain himself and stay strong.
Even though he didn’t lose control doesn’t mean that he didn’t get crazy over you for the smallest things. Like this one time when you were applying your gloss, getting ready for the date Minho had planned for the two of you. The act was innocent, no ulterior motives - of course, you were so sweet, didn’t do anything to try and make him lose - but he couldn’t stop his mind from wandering to other places. He couldn’t stop thinking about those same glossy lips wrapped around his cock, couldn’t stop thinking about those same glossy lips covered in his cum, as well as your perfect face. But these fantasies were all he would authorize himself, or else, he would have gone mad by now.
On your side, even if this challenge was frustrating too, it was also very amusing : seeing your spoiled boyfriend, who used to get what he wanted from you immediately, struggling to keep the last pieces of his sanity together was funny. Very funny. But you knew that you wouldn’t be laughing at the end of the month, most likely screaming and crying underneath Minho. But you knew that as soon as his primal needs and yours would be fulfilled, he was gonna be the sweetest boyfriend ever. And you couldn’t wait to hold him and fall asleep in his arms.
Therefore you weren’t surprised when you heard someone knocking at your door at midnight precisely. Minho hadn’t tell you anything but you were sure that as soon as he could, he would come and fuck you. That’s exactly why you decided to stay awake, watching your favorite film and patiently waiting for him to show up at your door. You couldn’t help the little smirk that tugged at the corner of your lips as you unlocked the door of your apartment to reveal the well-known silhouette of your boyfriend, leaning on the wall and wearing the same smile as you.
“- Have you missed me, kitten ?
- Well, come and find out.”
It didn’t take more than that for him to grab your waist, pushing your body against his already rock hard member, and to kiss you like he needed you to breathe, like you were his oxygen. And in a sense, it was true. This month without you, without feeling your skin under his hands, without feeling your touch. This month was really what he had pictured when he imagined hell.
“- You’re not gonna be able to walk tomorrow kitten…
- Good, because I want you to ruin me.”
You didn’t even notice that Minho closed the door until he pushed you against it, his tongue playing with yours like he wanted to win a fight he had already won anyway. He always won. And if he didn’t, it was only a moment of peace before he took the lead again. But honestly, you weren’t complaining right now : you had missed him too much to care, just like he had missed you. From the way he was groping every part of your body as he was undressing you from your shorts and hoodie, to the way he grunted when you ran your fingers through his hair. He clearly missed you as much as you did.
“- Minho… Please, don’t tease…”
No answer came to your ears as he helped you get out of your last piece of clothing and got down on his knees. That was enough of an answer for you. You were already breathing heavily, anticipating Minho’s next move. One of his fingers ran along your clit, making you shiver and whine for more. You needed him. You needed to feel him.
“- Already so wet for me… You missed me that much ?
- Yes, I missed you so much Min… Please, I need you….”
Your pleas were enough to convince him apparently because he immediately dived into your cunt, eating you out as if he was a man starved. A sigh left his lips when your taste engulfed him. Fuck. He missed your taste, missed your moans, missed your hands tugging at his roots, missed the way you were grinding against his face. He missed it all even if it was worth it.
But what was even more worth it was to relieve all this pent up frustration of the past month. Yes, it was torture most of the time, but Minho must admit that getting to touch you again after so long made him want to appreciate it even more, savoring every drop of your juices as if it was the most expensive champagne he ever got to taste, and taking his sweet time, listening to your moans like his favourite song.
You quickly felt close to the edge, wanting nothing more than cumming on his tongues. And Minho knew the tale-tell signs of your orgasm by heart : how your thighs began to shake, how you lost the rhythm of your hips, how you tugged harder on his strands of hair. And after all you did for him this month, he was more than happy to offer it to you, sucking one last time on your clit and coaxing your first orgasm out of you. By the time he got to his feets, you were almost back to reality, your chest still heaving to your hitched breathe.
“- You okay ?”
His fingers brushed softly against your cheek, a rough contrast with how messily he was eating your pussy just minutes ago, your arousal still coating his chin and lips.
“- Yeah… You’re just too good at this.
- Wanna see all the other things I’m good at ?”
And he did show you. He put you on your knees for him, pushing his rock hard cock until it hit the back of your throat, grinning when you gagged around him. He fucked your mouth roughly, releasing all his annoyance of the past month until you milked him dry. Then, he played with you again, his fingers plunged as deeply as possible into your cunt, hitting your sweet every time he curled them in the right angle, making you cum for the second time before he got you on all fours.
“- Gonna be a good girl and give me one more kitten ?”
You simply moaned by way of answer, but that didn’t seem to satisfy him as all you earned was a slap that made your ass jiggle, the sound echoing through your bedroom. You couldn’t see Minho’s face, but you could easily imagine the smirk playing on his lips.
“- Use your words.
- Yes, yes I can… Please, fuck me…
- That’s better.”
Both of you knew that the act he was putting on would drop as soon as he slid in between your wet walls. His moans were almost louder than yours, his iron grip on your hips that will certainly leave marks holding you in place. It’s been too long. Too long since he tasted you, kissed you, touched you, fucked you. And now, finally buried deep inside of you, he found himself unable to move. Every now and then, your pussy fluttered around his shaft and he groaned while tightening his grip on your waist.
“- I’m sorry, I’m not gonna last long.”
His voice was already airy, cut out by little high-pitched moans every time he thrusted back into you. And that was one of the hottest things you’ve ever heard. It was a shame you couldn’t see his face right now, but the feeling of his heavy length pounding in and out of your cunt was already enough to bring you closer to your relief. You weren’t going to last long either, having missed being fucked by him too much.
“- Don’t care… S-So good Min…”
At this point, you were fucking yourself on his cock, and Minho stared down at your ass coliding with his abs everytime you moved backwards, moaning loudly everytime he hitted your sweet spot. It really was a sight to behold, and he didn’t miss a bit of it, his gaze lingering on your cunt swallowing him whole.
“- You’re so fucking nasty baby, bet you fantasized about that every day, didn’t you ?”
You were so out of it that you couldn’t form any coherent word, and even less sentences, only whimpers leaving your lips. Minho chuckled from behind you, picking up on his pace and holding your hips still while he rammed into you at a much quicker rhythm.
“- I am fucking you so good you can’t talk ? Is that it little slut ?”
You moaned in approuval, reliveing in the way his body now pressed into yours in the mattress, his lips brushing against your ear everytime he talked dirty to you. Minho knew how excited that got you. He wanted you to come before him, he wanted to feel the delicious ache of you getting impossibly tight around him before cumming too.
“- Answer, or you’re not getting what you want.
- Y-Yeah !
- Yeah to what ? That’s not a proper response baby.”
The sweet name paired with his hand slapping your ass was degrading, borderline humiliating, but it felt so fucking good, tightening the knot in your stomach and bringing you so much closer to your climax.
“- You’re fucking me s-so good I can’t… Ah… I can’t talk.
- Good girl. Now you can cum.”
As if you only needed his permission to do so, you reached your breaking point, screaming in pleasure and your pussy contracting so hard around him he came almost immediately, moaning your name loudly as he spilled his load deep inside of you. Both of your orgasms were so intense your visions became white, tears almost spilling out of your eyes. For a moment, the only sound breaking the silence of your bedroom was one of your heavy breathing, trying to regain some strength to move from the position you were currently in, which was becoming quite uncomfortable.
Minho rolled off from your body, laying on your side and bringing you close to him, not wanting to leave the warmth radiating from you. You immediately cuddled against him, settling your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his intoxicating scent with an audible sigh of relief.
“- That was undoubtedly the most powerful orgasm of my whole life.”
You giggled at his words, but you could only agree with him : it indeed was, and even if you weren’t certain that an entiere month of frustration was the better way of getting it, you were still glad for it.
“- Yeah, it was amazing but I’m gonna need a good shower.
- Does this mean round two ?”
You hit his toned chest playfully, rolling your eyes, but you didn’t miss his teasing smirk and he didn’t miss the way the corner of your lips were threatening to stretch out.
“- That means we’re not doing that ever again. I missed you too much, it wasn’t really fun.”
Feeling you snuggle even more against him, Minho tightens his hold on you, one of his hands coming to caress your shoulders, his gaze softening. He lowered his head enough to be able to kiss the crown of your hair, burying his face inside just after, the perfume of your shampoo feeling familiar enough to totally relax him.
“- I missed you a lot too. But it was worth it seeing them losing one after another.”
You hit him again, but it only made him chuckle softly. You knew your boyfriend was very competitive, and maybe it wasn’t a bad thing after all, you thought, when you felt his hands sliding from your shoulder to your ass, squeezing them roughly.
“- So… Round two ?”
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fanfiction recommendations/my favourite reads in 2023
♤ in pursuit of wedded bliss by @fantasyescapes17
regency au, each members has his own story, but they're interconnected
choi seungcheol
◇ push it down (sooner or later it all comes out) by @dontflailmenow
camboy!seungcheol, ex's best friend!seungcheol, enemies to lovers
♧ down bad (so so bad) by @lovelyhan
idol!seungcheol x pet sitter!reader
☆ always only you by @honeyhotteoks
brother's best friend!seungcheol, friends to lovers
♤ caught in a trap by @cheolism
brother's best friend to lovers au
kim mingyu
☆ a sheep in wolf's clothing by @rubyreduji
virgin!mingyu x experienced reader
♤ creep by @smileysuh
serial killer!ghost!mingyu, touch starved!mingyu, halloween fic
ot8
◇ skz drabble by @leviackermanscleaningbuddy
a/b/o, cnc, primal play
♧ sharing = caring by @cbini
bf!chan sharing you
☆ camcorder by @tasteracha
bf!minho x reader x chan, a little pervy chan
♤ five for five by @bh-archive
chan x hyunjin x hongjoong x san x juyeon x reader
◇ some things are better left unknown by @roseykat
chan x felix x reader, threesome
lee minho
♧ dilf!minho by @cinhomi
dilf!minho x baby sitter!reader, breeding kink, pregnancy talk
bang chan
☆ bad idea by @hyunsvngs
step dad!chan, getting together, infidelity
hwang hyunjin
♤ dressing down by @jl-micasea-fics
best friends to lovers, mutual pining
lee felix
◇ best friend felix by @ddyskz
best friends to lovers, fluffy smut
♧ felix + thigh riding by @straykeedz
☆ cockwarming by @dreaming-medium
coworkers au, secretary!felix, office sex
ot7
♤ shadows we trust by @remedyx
supernatural au, mystical creatures!bts, dark circus au
◇ masked miracles by @remedyx
hybrid!bts, detective!reader
♧ stay alive by @staytinyville
mythical creatures!bts, supernatural au
☆ trouvaille by @spookyserenades
hybrid!bts, witch!reader, supernatural au, some horror themes
♤ eternally theirs by @imnotlauriane
dragon!bts, soulmates au, knights au
◇ the lucky seven by @riphobisbraces
hybrid!bts, princess!human!reader
♤ emerald gem by @sweetlyskz
hybrid!bts, reader has a farm, strangers to lovers
♧ oh, little red by @jincherie
wolf!yoongi x reader x wolf!jimin, red riding hood au
min yoongi
☆ celestial ruin by @remedyx
fallen angel!yoongi x angel!reader, corruption arc
♤ fxck a fxckboy by @yoongifis
fuckboy!yoongi x smartass!reader
kim taehyung
◇ isn't that what brothers do? by @aris-ink
step brother!taehyung, forbidden romance, dub con
♧ black swan by @aris-ink
step dad!taehyung, manipulation, corruption, cheating
☆new flame by @gimmethatagustd
alpha!taehyung x omega!reader, heat sex
jeon jungkook
♤ family secrets by @aris-ink
step brother!jungkook, dry humping
◇ icarus by @aris-ink
step brother!jungkook, risky/sneaky sex
♧ close by @aft3rhrs
step brother!jungkook, forbidden romance
choi soobin
☆ let's play a game by @anyamaris
soobin x reader x yeosang (ateez), friends to lovers, primal play
♤ closed doors by @last-words-ofashootingstar
soobin x reader x hongjoong, idol au, obsessed!soobin
◇ super shy! by @fairyofshampgyu
shy virgin baker!soobin x experienced reader
♧ i <3 nerds by @enha-cafe
nerdy!soobin secretly a sex god au
multiple members
☆ drippin' by @ncteez
'00 line x reader, friends to lovers, birthday orgy
♤ cookie jar by @neopuppy
step brothers!jeno and jaemin x reader, stuck in a dryer au
♧ sos by @neopuppy
a/b/o, sex pollen au, pollen induced heat/rut
lee jeno
☆ shameless by @neopuppy
step son!jeno x step mom!reader, infidelity, very dub con
♤ hand kink by @jaylaxies
roommates au, hand kink
lee mark
◇ i can help by @recklessmark
step dad!mark, corruption, manipulation, infidelity
ATEEZ rec list pt. 1 | pt. 2
#kpop fic recs#seventeen fic recs#seventeen fic#seventeen smut#seungcheol fic#seungcheol smut#mingyu fic#mingyu smut#seventeen x reader#svt fic#svt smut#stray kids fic recs#stray kids fic#stray kids smut#stray kids fluff#stray kids angst#ot8 x reader#poly skz#bts fic recs#bts fic#bts smut#bts fluff#yoongi fic#yoongi smut#taehyung fic#taehyung smut#jungkook fic#jungkook smut
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Skz when their s/o loves leaving stratches on their back during intercourse, how would they react to that?
WAIT I GOT TO THIS SO SO LATE AAAAAAAAA (screaming for this and for answering late omg) but oml lemme tell you come hither UGH !!
bf!skz love showering you with attention in any which way that they can, because thats literally what they want to do, especially during sex.
𓋼 CHAN, LINO, CHANGBIN, HAN+INNIE : at first it would widen their eyes, mostly in a good way. they wouldn't expect you to be primal/leaving scratches/lightly bite them in bed, but they would think it so so hot. im taking they have stars in their eyes, pussy drunk most of the time, and have nothing in their heads except you.
"fuck, do that again baby," would come their reply, a grunt leaving them as they thrust into you. or maybe like, let's say you're riding their thigh/they're eating you out so good, your hands are either scratching down their back, clinging onto their shoulders or tugging on their hair — mostly the first one though.
"guess someone likes it when i do this hm?" expect TEASING !! loads! of! it! ( tagging @mnwrld @comet-falls AND @chriscentric for this bc ✨suffer✨ )
𓋼 HYUNJIN, FELIX, SEUNGMIN : would be surprised by it, but would actually like it nonetheless. it's you ofc, how could they say no. wouldn't be the type to ask you to do it again, but a shiver FOSHO travels down their spine and make their dicks twitch because it's so so hot. omg they'd tease you about it the next day, showing you the pinkish marks on their backs. "look at what you did. someone's gonna think you're an animal," would come their reply, walking behind you, asking you to maybe try it once again. "i mean you are, in bed. but i love it."
#💌 — mail#( hard thots — 🍒 . )#stray kids imagines#stray kids smut#skz hard hours#stray kids scenarios#bang chan x reader#lee know x reader#changbin x reader#hyunjin x reader#han jisung x reader#lee felix x reader#seungmin x reader#yang jeongin x reader
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SKZ! A/B/O! Omegaverse! Scents
Chan
His scent is the definition of primal: cedar forests so dense you have to claw your way out never knowing what direction you're going. Chan's scent is both comforting and dangerous, still woodlands lulling you in as ancient eyes watch.
Lee Know
Lee Know's scent is as strange as he is. Driftwood floating against foggy coastlines off black sand beaches. Brackish waters were rivers meet oceans his scent is clear with traces of salts. Your vision goes hazy as the gentle waves pull you under.
Changbin
Rose Oxide. Soft, brazen, metallic; Changbin's scent perfectly in embrace him. It's deceiving, subtle and kind at heart, the metallic clang quickly fades away once you're in its enamoring presence.
Hyunjin
Its hypnotizing, free spirited, this aired scent of Lilac's and Larch knows no limits. Faint in the beginning it grows more powerful over time, drawing you into a dream you won't wake up from.
Han
Electric citrus engulfed in rich chocolate, Han's scent is a comforting as it is addicting. It instills a fiery familiarity you can only acquire with over protective loved ones at your side. Once you taste it all else turns to ash.
Felix
Felix's scent of Jade and moss is a preservation of youth and vitality from times long ago. It's a bubble of peace. A place to clear your mind. A friend to call your own. Worry melts away once you pass the gates.
Seungmin
Leather bound notes and Bourbon. It's unnerving, unexpected, it's Seungmin. Archaic wisdom alight with mischief. Pages stained with a kind of love that most people will never get to know.
Jeongin
His scent is cold, alive, unique. Hawthorne fruit, candlestick ice, frozen rain. There's a beauty that you cant possibly comprehend. It invokes a sense of danger and pride but carries more warmth than a thousand suns.
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Im in the process of starting a 9th Member! reader Omegaverse fic so I wanted to explain how I perceive the boys scents. I know they are oddly specific but I cant imagine anything else. I don't quiet have synesthesia (at least I think) but some of all of these things have very distinctive smells. My friends call me crazy when I say jade has a VERY unique smell. I hope I was able to get my thoughts out coherently.
The first chapter should be out some time next week.
#stray kids x reader#stray kids a/b/o#skz x reader smut#Bang Chan x reader#chan x reader#lee know x reader#changbin x reader#hyunjin x reader#han jisung x reader#seungmin x reader#jeongin x reader#skz smut#alpha!skz#omega!reader#9th member of skz#9th member reader#skz x you#skz omega verse
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Umm... so this is a little emberrassing and I sincerly apologize if I made you uncomfortable but I was wondering how do you think skz will react to their s/o having a noncon kink? Or at least who is most to least likely be into that if their s/o was into that? Whichever you prefer. Ngl even though it is anonymous it's still baffles me that I am actually writing this because there are only three people who I told about this kink of mine and I still have this fear that they are judging me for it and I also kinda judge myself for it... soooo feel free to delete this ask.
hey bean,, i have a lot of cnc, dubcon and noncon works on my blog and this is not an uncommon kink to have even if it may not feel like it. you're not alone :)) the following are all cnc (consensual non-consent) scenarios:
i think leeknow and seungmin would be into cnc roleplay. they'd like to act out carefully crafted scenarios where you pretend to struggle, growing harder the more you cry. smudged makeup, making you choke on their cocks, degrading you for how wet you get when they're forcing themselves on you like this..... and of course they'd be amazing at the softest aftercare, too <33
chan would be into primal play: getting to turn off his busy brain for a moment and chase you around the house (or maybe even somewhere outside),, the taste of adrenaline almost palpable when he finally pins you down and fucks you full of his cum in a frenzy of teeth and growls 😵💫 i can also see him being into forced breeding,, where you pretend you're not on birth control and he fills you up over and over again to make sure it takes despite you begging him to pull out <33
han would be into somno. nothing would turn him on more than you taking what you want from him when he's asleep, be it sinking down on his cock or slipping two fingers past his tight rim to loosen him up for your strap. he'd love waking up in a mess of cum and spit 🤭 or being nearly asphyxiated, waking up gasping with your dripping pussy on his face ready for him to bury his tongue into :))
hyunjin would like it when you ignore his safeword and push him past the edge of overstimulation and beyond. of course he has a real safeword, but it's fun to pretend you don't care about his pleasure: forcing orgasm after orgasm out of his spent cock until he cums dry and the only thing he has left to spill is the endless stream of tears rolling down his temples ;(( the same goes for jeongin, but where hyunjin prefers to be on the receiving end, it's the younger man who enjoys watching you cry on his cock when he tells you this is what you wanted all along <33
felix doesn't want to admit it but he likes it when you whisper dirty things in his ear right before you leave together for a party. tell him everything you want him to do to you when you get back home and you're a little too out of it, letting him use your body as he pleases. he's always careful with you but he can't help his shaky hands when he gets to fuck your ass until you pass out :))
i think changbin would prefer a partner who's as enthusiastically into sex as he is, but i can see him enjoying a free use dynamic where he gets to use you anytime he wants <33 he's always so needy,, ready to go and bend you over any surface or have you sit under his desk to toy with his cock. anything will do as long as he gets to feel you one way or another <33
#answered#anonymous#stray kids smut#skz smut#stray kids hard hours#skz hard hours#stray kids imagines#skz imagines#stray kids headcanons#skz headcanons#stray kids x reader#skz x reader#stray kids fanfic#skz fanfic#tw: cnc#;skz mtl
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SKZ Kinks - Primal Play; Pack Hunting HC
Big thankies to @goblinracha because you gave me a primal kink now but also this idea wouldn't have been anything without you ily bubbie <3
❣ Summary: Primal Play, Pack Hunting with the predators Seungmin, Chris, Felix, and Jeongin ❣
❣ Word Count: 270
❣ Warnings: Primal Play, Mentions of Fear/Panic Play, Predators! Seungmin, Chris, Felix, and Jeongin, Prey! Reader ❣
❣ Gender Neutral! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣
❣ Additional Tags: A very short headcanon about primal play with our "pack hunters", something just might come from this
❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist
Pack Hunting - the meticulously planned outing where the usual primal play field is expanded corner to corner, dangerous routes are blocked off, paths are mapped out and monitored, dead ends are implemented, and the biggest key; the singular prey, prepped and primed - the golden prize all of the hunters are aiming to catch for their own.
So, how do our predators play into cornering their defenseless little prey?
Seungmin
The Prepared Hunter
Studies the grounds and the patterns of the paths
He’s familiar with how you act when panic sets in because that’s his specialty
He’s all about mind games, reminding you that no matter where you think you can run, he’ll always know where you are
Chris
The Wild Predator
He’s the type who enjoys the challenge of finding you
Relies less on plans and schemes, and more on his physical aptitude and capabilities
He wants to know how fast he can cover the grounds before finding you
Felix
The Chaser
He’ll start in the same general area as you, but you always get a head start
Fifteen seconds, that’s all you get before he’s set loose, and you better make it count
You need to act fast to lose him if you think you’ll ever stand a chance in the hunt
Jeongin
The Wild Card
Where Seungmin plays into your panic, Jeongin plays into your fear
He pops up when you least expect it, playing his surroundings rather than chasing or searching
He knows that there’s no need to go out of his way to find you when you always run yourself right back into his arms
#skz smut#stray kids smut#bang chan smut#seungmin smut#lee felix smut#lee yongbok smut#yang jeongin smut#stray kids headcanons#skz headcanons
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Oh wow 😳 i very much enjoyed reading that
#have I put yall onto primal play yet#skz#stray kids#stay#ot8#skz!pack#pack!prequel#inbox#reply#ask#moots#mutuals#anon#anonymous#sweet nonnie#my submissions#submission#new#update
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❍ ‗ What type of songs Skz would write about you ‗ ❍
Pairings : Stray Kids x reader
Genre/warnings : headcanons, possible use of swear words, mentions of intimacy, mentions of sad feelings and breakups
Summary : What type of songs I think Stray Kids members would write about their relationships
Word count : 1.7k
A/n : these are general headcanons that are described more in a technical way than a fictional one, so yeah
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Chan ‗ ❍
Holy trinity: agsty, fun, horny
Chan seems like the man who would gain inspiration from strong feelings that he may experience.
The man has range and is talented af so of course he'd be able to write anything, BUT
My idea is that he'd be more inclined to write about angsty feelings ranging from sadness, maybe regret. He wouldn't specifically write about you or describe you as a person or your features, those are for him only to appreciate, or in this case, to miss. I think he'd write down his feelings, whether it's plain sadness and longing, or something stronger like regret, or unspoken things.
But he could also be really inspired by the thrill and 'primal' feeling that comes with the start of a relationship, or even a little earlier when it's the 'chasing' moment before getting together. He'd write about how he's absolutely whipped and stupid in love for you, but in the 'fun' way, not in the 'sad' way.
Both the angst and the fun could (and probably would) be mixed with some horniness, absolutely. He could write about how mad you make him and how fucking desperate he is for a taste of you. Again, this could be applied in a more fun and lighthearted song, like a honeymoon phase, or to a darker more 'toxic' context.
Minho ‗ ❍
A delicate story about romance in all its shades
I feel like Minho would keep the lyrics very vague, but still mainly focus on the other person, more than write about this own feelings. While Chan seems more the type to write a 'letter' type of lyrics, I think Minho would be more of a 'storyteller'.
He'd probably write more chill lyrics, never being raunchy or explicit, but could very well imply intimacy in a more subtle way. In a poetic way, if you will.
I do think that he'd give his best with romantic songs, though. He may not look like it at first glance, but Lee Minho is a romantic and you will not change my mind.
I could see him writing lyrics with a lot of artistic/literature/media influence. Which ties back with the whole 'storyteller' thing. They wouldn't be overly complex as in words choice though, they'll need to be simple and delicate with a perfect melody to accompany them. Maybe some technical or production related tricks (like the 'suspense' at the end of limbo)
The same exact style would apply for more angsty or sad songs. I find him similar to Chan in this aspect in the sense that he'd write about sad, depressing and heart wrenching feelings more than angry or vengeful ones. He'd also probably do it in a 'therapeutic' way, like writing down the last chapter of a story that will be finally be closed and locked away in his memories.
He could also write some more 'fun' songs but I think that they wouldn't be necessarily about romantic relationships. But who knows?
Changbin ‗ ❍
About you, about me, about us
Changbin is another master in the craft of composing and writing, which means that he'd be able to switch povs pretty easily in whatever story he wanted to tell, or even change the style of the narration itself.
He could write about any topic he wanted to be honest, and his rapping and freestyling abilities are probably a big help in that sense, but let's focus on romance now.
Bin looks like someone who cherishes a lot his personal life and feelings, which is why it would be harder to find lyrics in which he directly puts himself as the narrator. But it does happen sometimes, and it's usually a cry for help. May be a pleading to someone that left him, an apology to someone he hurt.
Usually though I feel like he's more the one to pick a specific feeling/situation and elaborate on it. Might be a specific argument, the way that a breakup happened, the mistakes that led to said breakup. In this case he would write openly, like he wants the person in question to hear him out through his music.
His lyrics wouldn't be adorned with pretty words or poetic comparisons, but only with real and raw feelings that will pull at your heartstrings for how honest they sound.
Hyunjin ‗ ❍
Straight out of a literature piece
Hyunjin *say it with me*, is a romantic. Yes, that's the key to understanding him, pretty much.
He is a lover, through and through. A lover of art, beauty, emotions, memories, of love itself. This is why I think that any lyrics that he may write will be almost like a dance of words, melodies, instruments, and feelings. He wants to put his feelings down because they overwhelm him.
With each of his songs he seems like he wants to curate every aspect to the T, almost as if he was creating his own little work of art. He wants it to be evocative, to make you feel what he does, and will do it with different tools such as poetical lyrics, a particular choice of instruments, and even the tone of his voice.
Ironically, I think that the more he'd have to 'hide', the more complex and embellished the lyrics would be. He could do a song with quite simple but direct lyrics, and sing it in an energetic way, almost desperate way, like he can't wait to shout out to the person he loves. Almost like a movie/book scene in which the love interest finally confesses their love.
The thing with Hyunjin seems to be that he enjoys writing about angsty feelings. Something that could be a problem of communication within the relationship, or confusion by getting mixed signals from someone, or again with a dangerous attraction for someone who isn't right for him but still manages to 'lull' him into this toxic relationship.
In both cases I think that he'd use a lot of artistic or maybe visually eliciting comparisons in his lyrics, playing with words and the emotions that those elicit in people.
Jisung ‗ ❍
Let it out, angsty boy
I really feel like Han writes when he doesn't find any other way out, so whatever it is it's likely to be explosive.
He's gonna write lyrics that scream how much he's wrapped around your finger, how your love is essentially all he needs to live and that you could do whatever you wanted with him because he's yours. Would be very smart in writing a whole story about it, mentioning mundane things and then ranging to use metaphors and abstract comparisons to let his explosive emotions through.
I feel like he could write out of frustration too, which would bring lyrics with a different tone to them. Whatever he feels must and will be reflected in the song. If the sentiment is cold, sharp and toxic, the producing part of the song will reflect that as much as his own intonation. If it was a cry for help, a prayer almost, you'd be able to feel it through the melody and the whole structure of the song, not only the lyrics.
He's another one who desperately wants and needs for his music to be honest and to elicit the same feelings that he felt while producing it in complete detail, similar to Hyunjin.
Felix ‗ ❍
A lot of feelings and honesty
Felix has range in what he writes, but what I noticed mostly in the projects that he's been part of, is that he uses his voice a lot to set the tone of the song.
Whatever are the lyrics, his extremely adaptable voice with automatically make you understand what he was going for 'emotion' wise. This also applies to the choice of the instrumentals.
I feel like he could be writing about more romantic and wholesome feelings, in this case with lyrics that sound really clean, pure and almost dreamy, but still simple.
But he could also be writing about more gloomy feelings, mainly of sadness and 'mourning', and would probably treat the narrative as something that is already in the past but with which he still has to let go completely. His main goal I think is honesty, which is why the lyrics would be quite simple but hurt where they should.
Seungmin ‗ ❍
Dreamy and emotional
I feel like he's truly someone that could make a listener go 'Oh, so he is in love LOVE' while listening to one of his songs.
The things that would inspire Seungmin the most while writing is the feeling of being in love. He'd probably be quite poetic, dreamy and transfer these vibes to the lyrics and music as well. His voice too, which is adaptable and very expressive.
He's also someone who tries to give a 'narrator' vibe to his songs, almost like he was telling a story that had a beginning and and end. He can write about pretty much anything if it has to do with love. Unrequited love, longing for someone, looking back on your shared happy memories with a hint of sadness. He is also someone who is quite honest and wants the song to represent his feelings in an almost 'dreamy' way.
Jeongin ‗ ❍
Delicate, warm and comforting
Jeongin is someone who seems more comfortable writing about delicate feelings, whether they're positive or negative. A delicate love, almost like a first love, or on the other end a sad ending to that same love.
They lyrics would be quite easy, not overly complex and aim to be as honest as they can in eliciting the same feelings that the writer felt as they thought them out. But there would be a factor of comfort and relatability to them that would pull at your heartstrings.
His voice can also be quite expressive and he knows is, which is why the intonation along with the instrumentals would be fundamental, even more than the words themselves maybe.
He'd like to take a specific feeling and make a song about it, it doesn't necessarily need to be a whole story, moral, or context. He just wants to be able to express his feelings as clearly as possible, without necessarily giving it a background. I feel like those actual moments would be very precious to him and would want to keep them private in his memory.
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Little Golden Showers - volume I (Warning: Piss kink, 18+ only)
WARNING: As the title suggests, this is a piss kink fic. Piss kink/omorashi in general will be a common occurrence on this page so if that's not your thing don't follow me. Any hate or kink shaming will be deleted and/or ignored.
Buuuttt if it is your thing feel free to send me hard thoughts on SKZ piss kink -- or any SKZ hard thoughts (I usually write sub SKZ but I can be flexible). I'll do a pinned post shortly with the kinks I'm uncomfortable writing (there's not many I am a heathen lol). In the meantime, enjoy this first instalment!
Peeing on their chest/stomach
Chan
Asked you to do it as a joke, didn't expect you actually would
But once you say yes he's surprised by how much the thought turns him on
Loves how filthy it is, but is also someone who really values emotional connection and trust and the fact you're willing to be this vulnerable with him makes him so hard
"Come on babygirl, I can see you need it so bad."
Pulls you into his lap and probably gets too excited and starts prodding your bladder trying to make you let go
Once you do the man is in heaven, moaning and biting his lips never taking his eyes off you as you soak his abs in deliciously warm piss
The second you're finished he's flipping you onto your back and fucking you until the bedpost breaks
Lee Know
This is alllll about the control for him
Enjoys the omorashi side of it more than the actual pissing (although he likes that too)
Would make you drink so much water you're about to burst, then tell you you're not allowed to let go until he says
"Be patient kitten, I know you can be good and hold it for me."
Wants you whimpering and squeezing yourself so you don't leak... and then he pushes your hands aside and teases you with his fingers
If you let out an accidental spurt of pee he spanks you
Only when you're on the verge of tears with desperation does he allow you to let go, laying back and offering up his perfect body for you to make a mess on
Gently grips your chin so you have to maintain eye contact the entire time
Changbin
He's usually a big softie for you, but he can be a hard dom when he wants to be
This isn't something he'd necessarily want to do all the time, but he likes experimenting
Wants to feel needed, and what better way than when you're desperate for release?
"Does my bunny need to go? Do it on me baby, I'll catch it all."
Has his strong arms around you the entire time, as if he's trying to squeeze every last drop out of you
Unlike the others he closes his eyes when you actually start peeing on him, so he can enjoy the warmth and the feeling of wetness
But he holds you close to him and presses kisses to your neck while you let go
Hyunjin
Was 100% his idea
Wants you to ruin him in every way possible, but what he loves about pissing is that you're marking him as yours in the most primal sense
Strips naked and spreads himself out before you, his beautiful cock flushed red and straining before you even approach him
Definitely wants you to take a more dominant role and talk to him, might even taunt you
"Yes... Want to feel dirty, please make me yours."
Lets out the most sinful moans when you finally splash his stomach with pee
Throws his head back and bites his lips
Will definitely be stroking his cock using your piss as lube unless you order him not to
Han
The most enthusiastic of them all (with Hyunjin a close second)
Is already hard the second pee is mentioned
Can never decide whether he prefers peeing on you or being peed on, but anything involving piss makes this man see stars
Cannot keep him quiet for love nor money. A moaning, whiny mess
"Baby, baby please I need it! Want you to piss on me, please please please."
Literally screams the second you pee all over his tiny waist. Toes curling, babbling, shaking, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise
Your bladder has more stamina than he does and he's painting your ass and back with come before you've finishing pissing
Felix
Sweet angel is a kinky bastard underneath
Loves absolutely anything that allows him to feel close to and intimate with you, and the fact that this is something so private and just between the two of you really gets him going
When he's the one peeing, he likes being edged to the point where he can't hold it anymore, but when it's you he wants it to be relaxing and sensual
"Let go baby, it's okay. Love you so much."
Deep moans the second you start peeing
Can't resist kissing you and holding you close to his body during
If he's feeling brave, he might even slip his hand between your legs so your stream soaks his fingers
Would 100% eat you out afterwards if you wanted him to, just worships you
Seungmin
Similar to Lee Know, he likes the omorashi aspect
Wasn't sold on the pissing at first, but you worked up to it - straddling his thigh in the shower and letting your pee dribble down his legs. Then him doing the same to you
Enjoyed it more than he thought he would
The part of him that hates mess is his biggest barrier here, but when you're so needy and desperate and in his control he can't help getting turned on
"You need it that bad? It's only a few glasses of water, is your bladder that weak?"
Brings out his dom side, will tease you so much before finally letting you go and is a bit mean (adores you really though)
Will deny it to his dying breath, but has very sensitive nipples and loves being in a cold room then having your warm pee splash over them. Makes him moan so loud (until he claps a hand over his mouth)
Jeongin
We've all seen the baby alpha Innie fics
The idea of being pissed on, or pissing on someone else, initially freaks him out - but more because he's worried that liking it would make him dirty-minded and you'd judge him for it (even though you were the one to suggest it, silly boy)
Eventually he says he wants to try it, and it brings out something feral in him
If you beg him to allow you to let go, he's going to lose it
Prepare to be choked and have his famously long fingers digging into your bladder until you explode all over him
"Oh yeah, just couldn't hold it could you? Gonna punish you for this."
Like Chan, will be pounding into you immediately afterwards while you're still dripping
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Sorry to hear about the breakup junsie 😔💜 always remember that we're your bitches and there are other fish in the sea 🐠
On another note, i NEED to lick all of skz's collarbones i am obsessed imagine the bruises from bites and numerous lipstick stains I AM UNWELL
Who do you think mtl would let you just gobble on their neck for hours on end imma be a vampire fr
OH AND THEN AND THEN slowly progressing lower to give them bomb head GDSKDHWKXBWK lord SCRUMPTIOUS
i’m so good miss poodywoody thank you <33
I ToOK THIS AS LEAVING MARKS ON THEM
chan: i think he likes the whole primal/possessive typa play lol. so i think he’d like the idea of you marking eachother!! it’s so delicious the way he’d push your hair out of your face to let you suck and bite… might encourage you to suck harder or lick a little. mmm
minho: kitties like to bite! he’s biting you already and he won’t mind if you bite back, he’ll just nip at you a little harder. he’ll wear them with pride. minho’s another one with real distinctive teeth and i think he’d love to leave a bite mark on your asscheek, where he can flip your skirt up in public and just see it… mmm
changbin: i think changbin would be down for u doing anything to him tbh. i always love to think about gnawing on changbin’s arms and yeah.. he’d love that. he loves you making a big deal out of him and showing that you love his body so much you just haaave to mark it!! he’s letting u do whatever and if u ask him to leave marks on u too he’ll do it <3
hyunjin: he loves to cover you in marks more than having them on him. if you leave one or two on his neck though he’ll wear them with pride!! definitely takes pictures of u when ur covered in his marks and bites hehe
jisung: whore. leave your marks on him and he’ll wear them so so proudly!! “a-ah, a little higher, jagi? yeah, there! i want everyone to see.” and he wants to leave them on youuu but in more sexual places 😏. loves the idea of booby marks and his distinctive bite marks on ur thighs!!
felix: he begs you for them. “please! it’ll be sexy, don’t’cha think?! just a few on my neck, yeah!” lol like i think felix sees it as romantic and a fun bonding ceremony so. he’s definitely down and wants u two to chew on eachother
seungmin: he’s okay with leaving one or two on you, but he’s not too fussed on having them on himself. i get the vibe seungmin’s kinda private in that sense, but he loves showing that you’re his and you’re willing to let him mark you like that.
jeongin: he wants to mark you, but he’s a little nervous about you marking him in visible places. he’ll let you suck a little on his chest at most. and perhapsss maybe u could try marking up his thighs too.. that’d be a bit dirty and it’d probably be enough to make him jerk off n cum in ur hair lol
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... ꒰💌꒱ HIDDEN KINKS FT. SKZ ‧₊
⨳ ⁺ . ‧ when you come to know of the skz’s secret kinks. MINORS DNI !! 18+ CONTENT.
‧₊ warnings — fem reader, f/m receiving, biting, switch skz, teasing, primal play, praise, possessiveness, guiding, bondage, reader tries to take control in dom!minnie’s part, ruined orgasms, oral fixation, somnophilia, mentions of sex dreams sigh, mentions of prev!thoughts, thigh riding, etc.
‧₊ note — queuing this last fic till 22nd of this month, but this was rushed so please please please be nice? happy reading ‹33 + word count — 1.4k
chan – teasing … as much as it seems like chan hates being teased, or gets annoyed that you’re teasing him – he likes it. he likes getting riled up and aroused to the point when you give him the go to do the same to you, like a tit-for-tat situation. you find it amusing when you just run a hand little too far up his leg, or just lean up against him while in the grocery store, till your ass is rubbing up against him and all he can do is whisper in your ear to stop. “but its fun,” you pout when his fingers come to grab your waist, trying to push you forward, only to fail.
minho – praise … not something you’d expect right? right. minho likes it when you praise him, especially when he’s eating you out or fingering you. sure, a small broken moan here and a whimper there from you until you’re grabbing his hair and tugging on it tells him that you’re feeling good. but to hear “fuck, that feels good baby. keeping doing that, right there,” leave your lips, gets him hard. the fact that you’re talking to him, encouraging him to keep going satisfies him.
“holy shit, that’s so good. you’re doing so good —” your toes curl as you reach your high and you know that he’s going to tease you about it the all of next day. (you can expect him to imitate you as well sigh.)
changbin – switch!binnie + oral fixation … oh yes, this babyboy just can’t keep his lips away from you – be it kissing all over your body, or marking you up, or even having your thumb in his mouth – he’s gone. when you first find out about it, he’s embarrassed, because you couldn’t figure out why he was being all clingy to you, and can’t stop kissing you. “you thought i wouldn’t find out about it, binnie?” when he doesn’t make eye contact with you and looks down, all you can do is make him sit on the floor, kneeling down while you’re on the couch. you watch him bring your hand to his face, his lips first kissing up your arm, and finally opening his mouth, letting his lips move to wrap around your finger, before twirling his tongue around it, his eyes looking up at you. when a moan leaves your lips he maintains eye contact, like he regained his confidence. “pretty binnie likes having his mouth on something always, hm?”
hyunjin – somnophilia … you did not least expect hyunjin to be the one to get turned on when he’s passed out tired and in deep sleep. until one night, your fingers accidently brush up against his bulge as you get into bed, making him shift in his place. you curse silently hoping he wouldn’t wake up, but instead he moves closer to you, and as you try to take your hand away, his fingers find your and press them harder on his bulge. soon enough his hips move on his own accord, thrusting into your palm, and you decide not to wake him up – you tease him a bit more, before you hear a whine from him. next morning ofc you’d tease him about him during breakfast and he just stares at you, before asking you, “and you’re telling me you wouldn’t do the same if i teased you in the dark and under the covers?” which shuts you up for the rest of the meal :D
jisung – ruined orgasms … ngl, jisung loves it when he’s teasing you, and warns you not to come just as you’re about to, until he just… stops. but when you do it to him, you can expect him to beg – beg you to just let him come, bc just imagine you’re giving him a hand job, and just when he’s about to come, you stop. it gets him frustrated, but that’s not going to stop him from finishing the task that you started by taking something of yours and jerking off to it when you’re not home, only for you to tease him again. this boy would absolutely get back at you, just like chan – because lets face it, jisung would love NOTHING but get you riled up.
felix – possessiveness … not the kind to be that possessive, but have you ever imagined felix just going ballistic over someone flirting with you at a party? especially when he’s nearby? expect him to drag you to the bathroom, all smiles and everything to anyone that walks up to you, before fingering the fuck out of you, making you beg for him to let you come. “yeah? you wanna come? how about i call them here and show them how good you’re being for me?”
“please just – lix..” you mumble, trying to cover your mouth, hoping it would stop you from moaning out loud, even if the music is blasting on the speakers. “do you want to show them how good i’m makin’ you feel, darling?”
“felix – shit.., it was just a girl!” you let out, only for him to stop, letting his fingers stay buried in you as he looks at you in the eyes.
“so?”
seungmin – you trying to take control + dom!minnie … firstly, seungmin would find it amusing when you tell him you want to tie him up and tease him, because according to him, you can’t. so when you accept the challenge on the basis of him telling you earlier, “if i come, i’ll let you fuck me just like this. but if you lose, pup… well, i’m going to make you come till you beg me to stop. deal?”
what he forgets, is that he finds it cute when you try to take charge. does he get riled up and turned on? sure. does he want you to stop? no. but the way you climb all the way up to settle on his abdomen when he lays down and your nimble, shaky fingers move to tie his hands up with one of his ties. “do you think that’s tight enough, baby?” he asks when he tries moving his wrists and watching you with hooded eyes as you move lower to spread his legs and settle between them. you look at him while at the same time letting your fingers trail patterns to his forming bulge over his cotton pants. “i don’t care how tight it is,” you mumble at his question, taking his cock out of his pants, stroking him once. “just want to see you tied up.”
“i can already see you laying in my place, begging for me to stop making you come over and over again. can you imagine that?” he strains a little when your thumb rubs his tip. “legs shaking, you’re biting down on your knuckles, hm? cute, no?”
jeongin – primal play … okay, the first time that your nails dug into jeongin when he fucked you, and you scratched him by accident – he moaned. you didn’t think it would turn him on, until you did it again, and a broken groan left his throat. the third time, you did it on purpose to see if he’s make a sound again. you’re on his lap, your hips moving against him, you’re crotch pressed up against his thigh as you ride it slowly. your fingers reach to hold onto his shoulder, trailing down his back till you find the hem of his shirt and lift it over him. he helps you remove the material from his body and sets it next to him on the couch. “so pretty,” he praises, letting his face fall to the crook of your neck, his nose nuzzling you. when your nails dig into his skin, and drag across the length of his back, his fingers dig into your lower and he pulls you closer to him. “fuck do that again,” he whispers to your skin, and you breathe fast as you feel yourself coming closer to your climax. “you like when i do this?” you drag out the last word, helping yourself come against his thigh as he makes patterns to your covered back. jeongin nods as he leans back against the couch and your fingers come to a stop on his chest as you drag your nails across his skin again. “c’mere,” he mumbles as he helps you come, his fingers moving fast to rub the bundle of nerves. “do that again when im inside you, hm?” he whispers, suddenly getting shy as he leaves kisses in his wake.
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Smutober 2023 COMING SOON!
Smutober is Officially back!
Posting a little early as I want to make a start on each of the pieces! I plan to write for the entire of the month! BUT with that, it means usual posts will be placed on hold for the length of October!
Below is the list you see above - with the prompts written as well - I will be accepting them as they come in. If you don’t get accepted please don’t be disheartened. I accept in the order I get them just to make things fair! That being said I’d LOVEEEEE for each member to get some love this Smutober season.
Rules:
One entry per blog/Anon ;)
Please only add ONE number
Please tell me a member (or two) from Skz or BTS (if you want a member from each then go for it)
Smutober List
Formal Wear - Namjoon
Not Letting Him Finish - Jisung
Mirror Sex - Seungmin
Anal - Jungkook
Biting/Bleeding - Hyunjin
Muffling/Being quiet - Hoseok
Prompt 10 - ”Stop turning the wireless vibrator up every time someone walks by. You’re going to get us kicked out” yoongi
Begging - Bang Chan
Vanilla - Jeongin
Daddy Kink - Yoongi
Prompt 95 - stalker Vibes!! “I bet you think you’re real cute letting them put your hands all over you. We’ll see how cute you look later when I get you home” - Changbin
Prompt 8 - Roommates to lovers“That Date Sucked, wanna bone?” - Changbin
Creampie - Bang Chan
Prompt 26“Don’t Start What you cant finish” - Hyunjin
Prompt 28 “Just for that,Im going to suck your clit until you go blind”
Prompt 25“Wow you take Cock like its your day job” - Minho
Demon - Yoongi
Gentle - Seokjin
Free Use (CONSENSUAL) - Yoongi
Masturbation - Taehyung
Prompt 43-“I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it.” - Bang Chan
Handcuffs - Hoseok
Toys - Jungkook
Primal Play - Bang Chan
Drunk Sex - Felix
Morning Sex - Felix
Outdoor Sex - Jimin
Prompt 19 - Princess x Bodyguard -“Your parents would be royally disappointed if they saw what you have on right now. Even more disappointed at what I’m thinking of doing to you” - Jeongin
Praise Kink - Minho
Lingerie Kink - Minho
Halloween (Of course) - Seungmin
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Chapter Two: The Ackerbond Hurts
Pairing: Canon!Levi x F!Reader
Warnings: Self hatred, panic attacks, brief mention of suicide,
A/N: i. love. writing. this. series. and you all seem to love it too!!!! please the love chapter one received was incredible, and i honestly cannot thank everyone enough for the response <3
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You didn’t speak of what happened that day. You couldn’t. You had far too many questions, and you knew Levi would give far too few answers. How did he know, was your first one? How did he know you needed help? No, not even that. How did he preempt knowing you would need help? When you’d spotted him barrelling towards you, there was no way he would have made it in time unless he’d set off before you’d even been caught. You’d seen where he went, he was too far away to make it at such short notice. So how did he know?
The second was whatever the hell happened after. He’d held you, and wouldn’t let go. He’d held you as you regained your shaky breath, and willed your limbs to stop trembling. He’d held you as you fought down the primal urge to scream, to release all your pent up terror and adrenaline, as you tried so hard not to vomit all over his shirt. Held you as you could do nothing but bury your face in his chest and just breathe, gulping down oxygen like it was going out of fashion. He hadn’t said anything, he just did what he promised, and held you. Tight.
And then he let go, as if nothing had happened. As if your heart wasn’t in your throat, and not from your near death experience. He’d let go and gently rolled you off him, wincing at a pain you couldn’t see. One he’d saved you from. And one you wish you were feeling instead. It was all you could do to nod when he’d asked if you were alright. It was all you could do to stare at the ground, trying to remember the exact order of events that just took place. They were already a blurr.
But Levi had already risen to his feet, dusting himself off as the rest of your squad trickled in. First Gunther, with a flurry of apologies and a helping hand to get you off the ground. Then an extremely concerned Eld, who instantly wrapped his arm around your shoulder the moment he saw you weren’t hurt, offering nothing but worried glances and soothing words. Petra and Oluo trailed behind, not knowing what the fuck had just happened. Neither did you, if you were being honest, so you left the explaining up to Gunther as Eld escorted you to somewhere quiet.
“I’m just glad you’re alive.” He kept saying, and you mulled his words over in your head.
Was Levi glad you were alive? He seemed anything but when he just walked away. He seemed borderline irritated with you, inconvenienced by your successful attempt to save Gunther’s life. You’d landed in the best possible outcome so, why the hell was he annoyed with you?
“Would you say I’m a nuisance?” Your question came out of the blue, so out of the blue that Eld asked you to repeat yourself, before scoffing in your face.
“Are you kidding? A nuisance? You? Do you realise how far this squad has come because of you? How far I’ve come because of you? We’re all able to work so well together because. Of. You. And you’re questioning whether or not you’re a nuisance?” Well, when he put it like that, you couldn’t help but scoff along with him. He hadn’t left your side since he came over after Levi had left you. And you weren’t about to explain that you were only feeling this way because of him. You had far too many unanswered questions to plunge into that tangled mess right now.
“I guess.” You sighed, leaning into the blonde’s embrace. Sometimes the lines between you two did fade into romanticism, not that you ever minded. Neither did he, if the way he simply held you tighter was anything to judge upon.
“You almost died. It’s normal to feel this kind of self doubt. Especially after having to be saved by the Captain of all people,”
“Oh, cheers. Really working to make me feel better there.” You quipped sarcastically, drawing a relieved chuckle from your comrade. Knowing you were now okay, Eld removed his arm from your shoulder. Cute, platonically romantic moment over with then, you guessed.
“But you did save Gunther’s life. You know what he’s like. Expect some weird doll wielding a pitchfork and missing several teeth at your doorstep as a thank you.” It hurt to laugh, you swiftly discovered. Like someone was squeezing your ribs a bit too hard. But you laughed all the same. It was why you liked to stick around him. Eld always had a special way of making you laugh. In the same weird way Levi did when you were alone with him. Less so in a social setting.
You hadn’t realised how far you’d wandered before Petra came cantering up the hill on her horse, looking between you two with her all-too-familiar look of innocence. Much like what she did in the courtyard earlier that morning; you narrowed your eyes in challenge, daring her to ask. She mimicked your tight smile.
“Eld, you’re needed back at the camp. Hange says she’s finally found her two ‘babies’, which is a terrifying thought,” – she dismounted from her ride, handing the reins over to him– “take Squeak, I’ll walk back.” Eld nodded, swiftly turning back to give you a tight hug.
“I’m glad you’re alive.” He said again, making you consider once more whether certain other members of your squad were just as glad. You huffed a long, heavy sigh as he mounted Petra’s horse, turned heel, and took off at a canter, leaving you alone with the Red-Head Inquisition.
“Luckily for you, you almost just died. So I’ll refrain from battering you with teasing until a later date. You’re welcome.” Okay, laughing really hurt. You grit your teeth against the throbs of pain, grasping the side of your ribs. How the hell you’d ended up so injured, you had no idea. But Petra wasn’t about to let your discomfort go. “Okay, lift up your jumper, let’s see the damage before I decide whether to shove you on the medical wagon or not.”
You loved Petra. So damn much.
Bunching the thick fabric in your hands, you raised it as far as you could under your harness, wincing as it pushed painfully against the tender area. Though Petra looked puzzled, even asking you to remove your tan jacket so she could see a little better.
“There’s… there’s nothing here. No bruises, no discolouring, not even a scratch… are you sure you’re in pain? It could just be psychological, I’ve heard of phantom pains when you think something should be hurting but–”
“Pet, trust me, I’m in pain. Maybe it’s just not showing yet? Could just be in the developing stages.” Though you sounded unconvinced. Surely, with this degree of pain, something should be showing. But you ran your fingers over where it hurt most, and couldn’t feel a single bump. You exchanged a confused glance with the girl, who looked at you sceptically.
“Well, we should probably have the medics check you out anyway, but I’m telling you, there’s nothing there.”
“In your professional medical opinion?” You asked dryly, yanking your hoodie back down so she couldn’t prod or poke you any further.
“Exactly. In my professional medical opinion, I diagnose you with being dramatic.”
You snorted, gently hitting her with your forearm. Before that too throbbed in complaint and you couldn’t control yet another grimace. Though you loved Petra, you cursed her for being so observant.
“Alright, roll up your sleeve. Walls, you’re like a reluctant toddler.”
Though you really were reluctant about this one. You’d taken a quick glance at the yellowish bruising on your forearm, and it was obviously not from any titan, and was much harder to explain. “It’s fine Pet, let’s just head back, we’re already too far from camp and if we run into titans out here, we’re fucked.” You huffed, already beginning the long walk back down the hill to where you could see a makeshift strategy tent had been erected, as well as several smaller medical tents. But, once again, Petra wasn’t having any of it, and you swore you would have similar bruising on your other arm from how hard she snatched at it to stop you.
“Absolutely not. Sleeve. Up. Now.”
You sighed, contemplating making a run for it. Though in your current phantom condition, you didn’t think you’d make it very far before tripping and rolling down the second half. So you conceded, holding out your arm for her to roughly tug up your sleeve. “Fuck! Ow Petra, that fucking hurt, some medical professional you are.” Though the micro-second Petra didn’t respond to your jab, dread pooled in your gut. Her face dropped, suddenly far too serious for your liking.
“Where did you get these?” You’d never heard her so curt, so clipped. Every syllable spat as if they were venomous. But you shut your mouth, refusing to respond until she pushed further, spitting your name. “Where did you get these? Or rather, who did you get these from?”
“Drop it, Pet.” Your voice didn’t nearly have the conviction in it you wanted.
“I’m serious. How long have you had these?”
You jerked your head up, horrified at what she was implying. “I got them today, I promise. When working with the Captain, he just grabbed me too hard, that’s all. A bit like you’re doing right now, so could you chill the fuck out?” You tried to lighten the tension with a halfhearted smile as she let go of your other arm. You used it to swiftly pull down your sleeve, gripping it in your palm. You hated it when Petra worried about you. You hated it when anyone worried about you, in fact. It was unnecessary and irritating.
Though totally fine when you did it.
Petra sighed, coming to terms with the fact she was fighting a losing battle. She knew how fiercely protective you were over Levi’s reputation, but she also knew you were honest when it mattered. There wasn’t anything more to this than what you were telling her. And she was going to trust you on that.
“Alright. As long as you promise you’ll get some salve on it the moment we get back to HeadQuarters. And get your weird rib thing looked at when we get back to the tent. Ooo, actually, get some salve at the tent if they have some, maybe the bruising will go down by this evening.”
You nodded as you both finally started returning to the makeshift camp. You would see if the medics had any kind of soothing balm for your arm, if only to prevent seeing Levi’s face if he were to catch sight of the bruising.
Levi stood with his arms folded in the strategy tent, face like thunder, gritting his teeth against the occasional throb of his badly bruised ribs and weird arm pain. He knew the guilt he would feel for hurting you would consume him, but he wasn’t quite expecting physical pain to accompany the mental one. He was all for paying penance, but this was a bit much if he was being honest. The emotional agony of knowing you’d been marked because of him simply wasn’t enough – apparently – despite his mind additionally torturing him with mental images of what would have happened had he not made it in time. He could hear your screaming ringing in his ears, could feel your fruitless struggle against an iron grip, the desperation in his own soul as he watched himself fail, over and over again. Your voice cut off with a sickening crack. Levi suppressed a flinch.
Why? Why the fuck was he seeing these things? Why was he hearing them? He was barely present in the room, only vaguely aware of Hange muttering to themselves, followed by her sombre looking assistant. Why did his head insist on ripping his heart out repeatedly, only to stitch it back together with the memory of holding you? With the recognition that you were in fact, still alive. He hadn’t lost you. He hadn’t failed. Was this some kind of prevention? Some kind of sick twisted way for his body to tell him not to let you get into that kind of situation again? Some fucked up instinct that was hell bent on keeping you safe?
He briefly thought back to Kenny, for some reason. The bastard didn’t tell him much about who he was, but he seemed to know enough about his last name. All Levi knew was that he had some kind of connection to Ackermans before him. That was all the sleezy fuck told him. Although how he even knew that, Levi didn’t know. Probably something to do with his mother.
He didn’t want to think about it anymore. At least the headache had stopped.
Hange cleared their throat, still pouring over maps spread across a wooden table, small pins stabbed into the parchment detailing what looked like a differing path back to the Wall. Moblit stayed silent, clearly reading the tension in the room. The unspoken barrage of temporary hatred between the Captain and the Scientist. But Hange looked resigned. “We’ll go via the river, that way we only have our left to look out for. The rapids are strong enough to knock over a five metre, and we’ll be alerted to anything bigger than that sooner rather than later.”
Levi held no sympathy for them. You almost died today. That wasn’t something he was going to forgive anytime soon. But if Hange didn’t return with at least one titan in their grasp, he would kill them himself.
“We’re retreating already? After everything we sacrificed today? After the lives you sacrificed on this stupid fucking ordeal? No, we’ll capture one on the way back.” His tone left no room for debate, and Moblit seemed to take this as a signal to leave before things inevitably got messy.
Hange sighed, pushing their goggles up onto their forehead. “Levi, it’s not worth it. People–”
They couldn’t finish before Levi grabbed them by the lapels of their jacket, and tugged them dangerously close. “Shut the fuck up, shitty glasses. It’s gone past the point where you get to decide what to do with the lives of my comrades. If you didn’t get so caught up in your fucking head, you would have seen the bullshit you pulled today. Though I have no problem beating the shit out of you, maybe it’ll knock some sense into you.
“Do you have any idea who we almost lost today? The entirety of Miche’s Squad was almost wiped out because you couldn’t get your head out your ass for two fucking seconds to see the bigger picture. The lives of my squad were endangered because of you and your hellbent desire on capturing one of these fucks. So we’re gonna do what we came here to do, then we’re going the fuck home. Got it?” Hange’s eyes were almost comically wide, listening to Levi’s tirade of utter fury. There was a part of him that wanted to mention your sacrifice, a part of him that wanted to explain every excruciating detail of what he saw, just to watch their expression morph into unconsolable guilt.
But even he wasn’t that cruel. That was his burden to bear, and his alone.
Hange took a breath, and exhaled all the tension that had creeped into their shoulders. A more serene, relaxed look smoothing their creased brow and wide eyes. They looked refreshed.
“Yeah, got it. Thanks Levi. I needed that.”
It seemed Levi wasn’t the only one who felt the need to pay penance for what he did today. A feeling he understood so completely, he let go of their jacket. Though he felt no desire for further conversation with them.
“Tch, just sort your shit out and get us home before anyone else dies.” He spat, before turning on his heel and storming out from the tent, instantly breathing in the fresher air of the outside. A reprieve of almost two whole seconds before his heart sank again. You were emerging from the medical tent with Petra in tow, and a bandage wrapped around your arm. Speaking of which, his own weird ache had finally calmed down. He subtly prodded the area on his forearm, finding no pain retaliating. Curious, he touched the supposed bruise on his ribs.
Oh okay, that was most definitely still there. Though his head snapped back to you as he heard your quiet “ow”.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? There was nothing there! The medic literally just checked you over and found no trace of injury. Are you faking it to get Eld’s attention or something?”
Your look of sheer indignation to Petra had him silently chuckling, content to briefly watch your exchange.
“Okay let’s slow down for a second. Firstly, I wouldn’t need to fake a fucking injury to get Eld’s attention. Secondly, I don’t particularly want Eld’s attention for crying out loud, that’s just something you and Nanaba have made up to keep yourselves entertained when you get bored of lamenting about your own love lives. And thirdly, I’m not. Fucking. Faking it. It seriously hurts, and I have no idea why.” You looked desperate for some kind of explanation, and he couldn’t blame you. He too wanted an explanation for the unexplainable pain in his arm. Though he sort of knew what that was. The powers of crushing guilt never ceased to morbidly amaze him.
“Whatever you say. Where is the squad anyway? Thought they’d be here to welcome you back.”
You threw her a confused glance. “I thought you said Hange had found her– oh I fucking hate you.”
“What?”
“That was a lie wasn’t it?” You sighed when she responded with a slightly sheepish look– “Petra! Fuck’s sake! Why am I not allowed to have other friends?” You asked, though Levi could see there was nothing but gentle teasing in your tone, the same faux petulance he saw from you last night. It warmed him, despite everything.
“Because I’m greedy and I want you all to myself.” Petra responded, lightly tapping the tip of your nose with her index finger in the most condescending manner Levi had ever seen you put up with. Visions of you borderline dislocating the shoulders of men who had done that to you previously flashed in his head. The weirdest sense of pride flared in his chest at the thought.
“At least buy me dinner first.” You muttered, though your fond smile refused to dampen. Levi hadn’t noticed he’d been staring until you glanced his way, and he saw you double take before instantly stiffening. Petra, clearly noting your sudden shift, followed your eye-line, and nodded with the understanding that this was about to be an awkward exchange.
“Captain.” Both you and Petra saluted, though your wince wasn’t didn’t go unnoticed. Neither did his.
“At ease. Petra, you did well today, I’ll be pairing you with Oluo more often from now on.” The red-head nodded, bringing her fist down from her chest. You looked as if you would rather be anywhere else but in this current conversation, and Levi couldn’t help the slight pang of hurt at the idea. He understood that today hadn’t been very easy, but what he didn’t understand was how that affected your relationship. Were you really that eager to sacrifice yourself, to the point where you were mad at him for saving you? No, you weren’t illogical, nor suicidal. At least not to his knowledge.
“Thank you, Sir. He listens surprisingly well when on the field.” Petra smiled brightly, but you detected the slightest hint of a hidden smirk on her face. Retching in front of your superior officer probably wouldn’t be very appropriate, so you kept your repulsion silent. What Oluo and Petra did when behind closed doors was a secret you very much didn’t want to be privy to.
“We have about half an hour before we’re packing up and heading back, so rest up. Four Eyes wants to capture one by the river, where it’s less dangerous and we only have the left side to worry about.”
You exchanged a quick look with Petra at his words. You knew it was her dismissal, since he hadn’t even looked at you, but you silently begged her not to heed it. Silently pleaded with her to wait until he had dismissed you both.
But she returned your begging with an apologetic glance, before saluting again. “Yes Sir, I’ll inform the rest of the squad.” Was all she said, before she left you. Alone. With a man you swore couldn’t be bothered with your existence right now. You clenched your jaw, standing in deafening silence.
Levi didn’t even know where to start. Should he ask if you were okay? You obviously were, no serious injuries to count for. Should he take you somewhere quieter to talk to you? That sounded too suspicious, and way too noticeable. Maybe he should ask about your ribs. Yeah, he’d heard your conversation with Petra, you were still in pain from something that didn’t seem to be there. Maybe it was internal, maybe something had fractured or broken and it just wasn’t showing yet. Oh shit, what if something had ruptured? Fuck, you shouldn’t even be standing if that had happened, what the hell were you doing idly chatting to Petra with internal bleeding? Fucking shit you should be–
“Captain?”
Levi had never really considered himself to be an overthinker until this moment, where he was broken out of his trance by that little concerned pinch of your brow. He’d always managed to keep a clear head, never letting his thoughts run away like that. So why now was he freaking the fuck out over something that was highly unlikely. You didn’t even look injured. You were fine. He was fine. You were both fine.
“Captain…?” you pressed.
“Mm?” Levi finally found it in him to respond, though no words seemed to present themself. All he could manage was a hum of acknowledgement. Still, it seemed to blend the worry from your brows, just hearing him respond easing your tension slightly.
“Have you been checked over?” You asked, quickly scanning his body for any sign of discomfort. Though you knew it was fruitless. You knew he’d learned to hide any kind of physical discomfort extremely well, choosing instead to ignore any kind of pain in favour of getting a job done. It would be admirable if it didn’t piss you off so much. How fucking hard was it to take a quick break to get yourself checked over for crying out loud?
“What?”
“Have you been checked over? By the medics?”
“Oh. No.”
You bristled, breathing out an irritated sigh. You don’t know why you even got your hopes up. Of course he hadn’t. And he wouldn’t if you didn’t drag him into the tent yourself. And you would have done, had this happened yesterday. But now… now you weren’t so sure. You weren’t sure how he would react to such a causal display of closeness between you two. Not when he kept blowing hot and cold like this. It left your head spinning and your stomach twisting.
“I would suggest doing that… Sir.” You almost forgot your formalities, despite your situation. Mainly because you didn’t know what the fuck he was thinking right now, and reading these tones was impossible. Levi blinked at you blankly, and you couldn’t help but wonder whether this was what it was like talking to a brick wall. Was this how water felt when it ran off a duck’s back? You almost pitied the rain.
You bit your tongue to stop yourself from snapping at him, and instead backed up into the medical tent, turning slightly to part the two canvas flaps. It felt like you were trying to entice a scared kitten from under a bed, trying to encourage him out by showing him that it was okay. Being checked by a fucking medic was okay. He was allowed to look after himself once in a while.
It wasn’t that Levi was reluctant. More that he didn’t know how the fuck to handle this situation. He was at an utter loss. This was exactly the same situation as last night, where you just switched at the drop of a hat. He didn’t know what to make of it, and it had stunned him into paralysis. Where he simply couldn’t move or speak, because he was stuck just deciphering you.
“Captain.” You were getting sick of this now. If he really hated you that much, he shouldn’t have saved you. Did he realise that after he’d held you for minutes upon long minutes? Was that what he was contemplating? Whether or not to feed you to the next titan he came across. Fine. You would live with that. You would bury everything that had happened, bury any sense of familiarity you felt when around him, but first he had to see the fucking medic.
Levi wordlessly stepped forward into the tent, skin buzzing as he passed you, like an excited moth before a smouldering lamp. Did you know you had that effect on him?
“Captain Levi! What can I do for you, sir?” The poor overworked medic was still packing away her things from when you’d arrived earlier. Salves, bandages, a small splint, though you thought the last one was a bit excessive. Though when her eyes landed on you, you felt a little sheepish. You’d insisted earlier there was something wrong with your ribs, since they still fucking hurt, but she’d gotten a little annoyed with you when she kept finding nothing. “If you’re back to ask me to look at your ribs again, I’m just going to send you away.” She added flatly, her hands placed firmly on her hips as she regarded you with nothing but discontent.
“Ah, no. Not mine this time. His.” You gestured to Levi who seemed to have found the fucking cheek to look bored right now. Arms folded, regarding the medic like she was the last person he wanted to be seeing right now. She seemed utterly unphased.
“Right, more phantom rib injuries or is this one real this time?” You stopped briefly to wonder where she stored all that audacity, but luckily for you, it seemed Levi didn’t have the patience for her attitude either.
“Considering it’s me, we’re talking about, I’ll leave that deduction up to you.” You stole a quick glance at him. So now he speaks up. Once again, you bit your tongue. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing he’d successfully pissed you off. If that was even satisfying to him.
But his scathing comment seemed to have pushed back her attitude, and she instantly started to unpack the equipment she’d just put away, asking him politely to remove his jacket and to unbutton his shirt. You took this as your cue to leave, glad he was too preoccupied with something else to blankly stare at you anymore. But you barely managed to turn around, before;
“Where the hell do you think you’re going?”
The colour drained from your face. “I just, I thought you would want some privacy, Sir.” Why was it all of a sudden so difficult to hold your voice steady? Even clenching your jaw, you could feel your throat wavering as you sucked in a breath.
“Tch, don’t you play strip poker with everyone else?” Vaguely you registered the surprised squeak of the medic.
“I– well, yes Sir, but you don’t tend to join us, so I didn’t know if it was uncomfortable for you or not.” Your reasoning had his heart bursting. Why were you always so considerate towards him? It was irritating… kind of.
“Did it occur to you that I might not be joining in because of the several mountains of paperwork in my office?”
You couldn’t help it this time. “Did it occur to you that both Hange and Miche manage to take a fucking break once in a while and spend time with their respective squads. Hange being a goddamn Section Commander?” You bit back, glaring razors at his paused form. You took a second to collect yourself, and instantly felt bad about the bite. You knew how hard he worked, it plagued you both everyday. And you knew he worked so he could make sure he had enough time to train with his squad. To make sure none of you fucking died out here. Well, most of you. “Sorry. That was unnecessary of me, Sir. I apologise.”
“Stop being so fucking formal. It’s grating when it comes from you,”
You tried not to take offence, though it was difficult when he’d done nothing but treat you with indifference since he left you on the field. You couldn’t deflect this anymore. After a while, the little jabs start to pierce through your thick skin. You were normally good at returning them with jabs or quips of your own, but you’d almost just died and now the one person you thought you were closest to now couldn’t care less about your existence. You were tired, and now you were just hurt.
“Right. Yeah, sorry.”
Even the medic looked up at that. You hadn’t meant to sound so downcast, but you were rapidly losing control over your expression. With your eyes on the ground, you didn’t see the way Levi’s eyes widened slightly, didn’t see the way his mouth parted in subtle consternation. He went to say something, but whatever words he had died on his tongue as he watched you wince. Not from something said, but rather something felt. It was the same moment the medic sat him down on the camp bed and put slight pressure on the blossoming purple bruise down his side. He glanced at her, only for his gaze to linger. She looked puzzled. Extremely puzzled.
“This is… okay well, first of all your ribs are cracked. I would advise not to engage in any further combat today. And secondly, well, this is exactly what you were describing” – she turned to look at you, completely baffled – “right down to the shaping. As in, where you were pointing on your side, that’s exactly what’s happened here. It’s… uncanny.”
You had literally nothing to say. What the hell could you say? All you’d done is point to where you’d felt pain. How the fuck that correlated with Levi’s own injury, you couldn’t explain. But it scared you, for some reason. It scared you.
The room fell into an eerie silence as the medic continued her work, applying the same salve to his ribs as she did to your arm, and bandaging up his torso. It was only after she’d left, clearly sensing the tension in the tent, did you finally voice what had been on your mind for over an hour now.
“You didn’t have to save me, you know.”
Levi froze at your matter-of-fact words, hands halfway through buttoning up his shirt paused as he looked back at you. Deciphering his emotions right now would have taken days of careful study, so he reacted with the most instinctual one. Indifferent irritation. It seemed to have worked so far.
“The hell are you talking about?”
“You could have just let me go. It just- I don’t know, I don’t think it was worth the burden. Or your ribs. If this happens again, or something similar, if it’s going to cause you this much discomfort just… let it go. I’m not saying I’m not grateful! I am, I am grateful, but you don’t seem to–” you caught yourself before you said anything out of line. Not realising the line was crossed the second you suggested he just let you die. And now he was pissed. No scratch that, Levi was furious. This was the first time he’d ever felt this kind of anger towards you, and he fucking hated it. How could you casually say shit like that? What kind of fucked up joke was this? How the fuck could you so easily jest about losing your own life? He turned round, facing you now and preparing to fire off on you, before he caught sight of your face.
You weren’t joking. You were being serious. Dead serious.
You really thought he didn’t care about you. But you didn’t seem upset, just resigned. How the hell had he managed to fuck up this badly? To the point where you were genuinely serious about how disposable you thought you were. It dampened his rage like a wet rag on a campfire. Every instinct tore at him to hold you like he did earlier. To reassure you again and again that this wasn’t the case. You meant more to him than you would ever know. A pressing weight squeezed his chest, tightening around his heart and slowly constricting.
He didn’t understand why you were saying this. Why you’d lost that spark he’d seen earlier today, and he had been seeing for the years he’d known you. But you’d lost it. And fuck if that didn’t hurt. He wanted to make it better. Make it go away. Whatever pain you were feeling, he didn’t care, he just wanted to make it okay again.
“Don’t be fucking stupid.” I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if I lost you today. “You think you can just throw your life away because you assume it would be the most convenient option?” I care about you too much to let you do that, to let you ever do that. “Say something that stupid again and you’re not coming on the next expedition.” I can’t bear to hear you talk about yourself like that, you matter so much more than you realise.
But he could see you were drowning. See you’d been snagged by whatever you believed, and it was pulling you under. Dragging you down to a place he couldn’t reach you. You weren’t looking at him, he didn’t even think you were listening to him. Eyes hollow as you stared at the ground a few feet in front of you.
He knew you were reliving the moment you’d been caught. He knew you were watching different events unfold, a what-could-have-been scenario. He knew because he’d seen it too. But the idea of you becoming comfortable with that outcome terrified the shit out of him, and the longer you lost yourself to that trance, the more likely your death would become less harrowing to you. And the more petrifying it became for him.
Calling your name didn't work. He just tried twice. Your eyes were widening the more you sank, white noise invading your ears as you found yourself no longer in the medical tent, but back out on the field. Had you blacked out? How the fuck did you manage to be back out in the field? And how long had you been fighting a titan? The movements were startlingly familiar, you’d performed these exact manoeuvres today with Gunther. An exact echo of your earlier fight. Even to the point where–
You couldn’t feel the collision with your comrade. Couldn’t hear him shout your name. Couldn’t feel the suffocating grasp around your body as you were snatched from the sky. But it was fine, you’d realised this was just a memory now. You’d blacked out in the tent, and you were dreaming. It’s fine, he wouldn’t let you die. He was coming. You didn’t die here.
Any moment now, you’d be falling again.
Any second. Any… any……
You started to panic, breath quickening, heart thundering. This was it. You did die here after all. Levi wasn’t coming, this wasn’t a dream. He’d weighed up the situation and found you worth less than the consequences. And it was that thought, that paradoxical knife of contented agony that put you at ease. This was the choice he would regret least: letting you go. Gunther was safe, and the price was low. So you embraced the pool of dread in the pit of your stomach, and savoured the sound of your own bones cracking under the force of–
“Hey, hey, you still with me?” Levi had taken your arm and squeezed gently, not enough for the pain of your bruise to throb, but enough to bring you back to him. And though you blinked at him, your breathing didn’t slow. Your trembling didn’t cease.
Your heart was beating so hard you could feel it in your gut. Could feel the relentless pounding at the base of your chest. Everything was too bright here. Everything was too loud. You couldn’t focus, unable to decipher reality from fiction. You stared wide eyed ahead of you, lost amongst shades of blue and grey.
That was when Levi started to really worry. When you couldn’t focus on his voice. When your eyes would refuse to see him. You were clawing up to the surface, only to find a glass ceiling. You were trapped. Trapped in this minimal space between what came to be and what could have been. The sound of your own shattering bones wove with a baritone voice you knew you needed to follow. But it kept disappearing, and you were tugged back into your nightmare.
He could feel it. How hard you were fighting. He could feel every attempt you made to break free of whatever held you. Levi didn’t question it because it felt so instinctual. Every desperate lunge for his mind felt natural, though it was something he would mull over much, much later. He kept his voice and hands steady until he felt you finally latch on with a good enough grip.
“You’re okay. You’re safe now, you’re with me. You’re alright, I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here, okay? I’m right here, you can come back now, it’s safe I promise. You’re okay, you’re alive. You’re alive.” He didn’t question how he knew what to say. Didn’t question how he knew you were following him back to reality. Didn’t question whatever had drowned you so deep he had to jump in after you. But he swore that was never happening again. Under no circumstances was he ever letting you doubt him, or yourself, again. Not if these were the consequences.
You felt like you were being peeled from an oil-spill, your mind finally releasing you with a satisfying pop. The white noise in your ears faded away, and your eyes focused on Levi’s. Slowly your heart came down from its racing beat, though kept fluttering in a way you knew wasn’t as desperately terrifying. “What the fuck was that…?” you whispered, too stunned to make any attempts to move away when Levi hesitantly, gently guided your chin so he could search your face for any kind of injury. He knew he wouldn’t find anything, but he just had to make sure. “Did you see that too…?”
Levi stopped, once again having no idea how to deal with this situation. An all consuming panic attack brought on by the crushing weight of existential dread, sure. Easy. A simple question such as this? Levi was back to square one.
But you took his silence as confirmation. He had seen something, at least. And it honestly made you feel a little better. Though you still had to ask; “Would you have done it? If you could go back and do it again, would you have done it?”
He understood the question instantly. He’d been asking himself the same ever since he caught you. Since he’d seen his own nightmare sequence back in the strategy tent. Not his first, not by a long way. Would he have let you die? If he could have seen the consequences, would he have let you go? If the circumstances had been any different, and his own life had been on the line to save yours, would he have been able to watch you die? Each answer came without a shadow of a doubt.
“No. I would choose you. Every single time.”
Fuck did he want to kiss you.
Hange finally got what they wanted. A five metre and a fifteen metre. Although luring them back proved difficult. The five metre was easily subdued, but needed regular dismembering to make sure it wouldn’t go for any soldiers. The fifteen metre was a little trickier. Though the spring triggered nets worked well, they weren’t strong enough to hold the strength of that kind of titan. Soldiers took shifts to become bait for this thing, riding ahead whilst trying to keep the balance of interest. You were stifling your nerves since you were up next, knowing the second you saw the green smoke, you’d once again be the subject of delicious interest for a titan. But a minute before you were due to replace Petra, Levi separated from the group, only to return with ‘word from Hange’.
“You’re injured and so, excused. Oluo, you’re up.” Though it grated on your nerves a little, you knew now why. Deciphering Levi’s “confession” in the medical tent had taken the entire journey back so far. There was no deception in his eyes. Nothing but earnest honesty. He didn’t regret what he did. And he really would have done it again, given the chance. You understood now, so you didn’t argue.
Closer to the wall, the titan’s arms and legs were severed, and a net was secured over its hulking body. You didn’t envy the poor horses that had to cart this thing through Trost district. But it was only once you were finally back at HeadQuarters could you relax. You sat in the communal lounge with your squad, nursing a small glass of whiskey despite the early afternoon hours. Though, when one is a Scout, one doesn’t tend to adhere to a drinking schedule.
Eld had taken a seat next to you, shuffling a deck of cards in his hand. It was one of his habits, you realised. When something was playing on his mind, he needed to have something to fiddle with. Whether that be a deck of cards, the lapel of his jacket, the clasp of his cloak or the triggers on his gear.
You gently took the deck from his hands, placing down on the short table between the two leather couches. He refused to look at you, and you knew then he was thinking about what happened today. Glancing up at Gunther, and it was obvious he, too, was reliving it.
“Guys, I’m fine. I’m alive, and we’re all safe. We don’t need to dwell on it. Please.” None of them responded to you for a moment, opting instead to sit in silence, until Eld took his hand from yours.
“You’re too trigger-happy with your life. I– None of us would cope very well if you’d died out there today, and I’ll bet you anything Captain Levi thinks the same. We just–”
“Stop being fucking stupid and sacrificing yourself to save us.” You looked up to Petra, who had a scowl on her face. Gunther and Oluo exchanged glances, and you knew they were thinking the same. Your face fell. How were you supposed to do that? You would do anything for these four people, and your protective tendencies don’t just extend to the people in this room. Hange, Nanaba, Nifa, Miche, Moblit… all of them. Even Erwin, when he poked his toupé out his office. And, of course, Levi. You would both fight and die for him happily. You didn’t want to stop doing that. Why would you?
“It’s kinda selfish, ya know?”
Your heart cracked as you turned your head back to the blonde beside you. You never thought he was capable of saying something so harsh… “Eld?”
“It is. None of us want to wind up dead, but that pales in comparison to having someone sacrifice themselves for us. We know you’ve always done it, considered your life worth less than the rest of ours but, please. Stop.” You clenched your fists as he looked at you with utter melancholic desperation. You glanced to see your squad-mates all looking at you with the same expression. Pausing in thought, you considered their point of view. If someone were to do that for you, if any of them were to do that for you…
If Levi was to do that for you…
You’d never forgive him.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t think, I just–”
“We know. Don’t worry, we know.” Eld took your hand back, before abandoning that all together and encasing your shoulders in his arms. Your comrades took that as their cue, and one by one came and joined the embrace, Petra tugging on a strand of your hair before completing the small group hug. Until the stench of egg permeated the air, and you all quickly separated, coughing and retching. You bolted for the window.
“Fuck’s sake Gunther, we couldn’t have a nice moment for five fucking minutes?” Petra reprimanded, covering her nose and mouth with her jacket.
You burst open the window, gulping down as much fresh evening air as you could before you turned back to the room. Petra with her jacket hiding half her face, Oluo waving his cravat around like he could somehow clear the air around him. Gunther sitting back comfortably on the couch, feet kicked up on the small coffee table, grinning from ear to ear. And Eld, who seemed to be looking at you with a soft smile.
“You alright?” He mouthed, cautious of the others in the room who may be watching. You smiled, thinking for a moment, before nodding.
“Yeah, now I am.” It seemed good enough for him, dipping his head in confirmation just as the door swung open. Everyone stopped what they were doing, frozen to the spot. Oluo’s whirling cravat fell limp in his hand, softly hitting the side of his head from where he was swinging it above him. You all met eyes with the group on the other side of the door, who all looked a little dishevelled. Hange, eyes bright and glasses askew. Moblit, who looked as worried as ever. Nanaba and Nifa, with matching expressions of bafflement. And Miche, who was scrunching his nose, clearly able to smell what had just happened.
“Do we even want to know?” Nanaba asked, arms folded across her chest.
“Gunther shit himself.” Eld responded casually, earning himself a bark of laughter from you, and an indignant snort from the culprit himself.
“Oh. Well, it wouldn't be the first time. Everyone in a circle on the floor. Eld, snatch that deck of cards for us would you?” Hange produced two bottles of whiskey from behind their back, Miche, Moblit and Nifa carrying a few glasses each.
Eld snatched up your glasses, the deck and the remaining bottle of whiskey from the table, before settling down next to you on the floor, handing over your glass and the deck. “You’re better at shuffling and dealing than I am.”
You shrugged, flitting the cards about in your hands so they wouldn’t be in order. You all knew exactly what to expect within the next couple of hours. Strip poker always played out the same way. Miche was the first one shirtless, Nanaba would spend the rest of the game ogling at him. Petra and Oluo would fall into some kind of domestic argument over whether the girls could use their bras as separate items of clothing, she always won. Moblit would refuse to look up from the ground, too embarrassed by the lack of clothes, Nifa would be the same. Hange tended to boast loud and proud about how good they were, and then instantly lose all items of clothing on their body, and Gunther would be the only one to insist on wearing everything he won. Including bras, which usually resulted in hilarity.
Miche had just, predictably, lost his shirt to Petra, when the door swung open again. The entire room stopped to look up, and you twisted around.
Your face lit up.
Levi stood in the doorway, carefully surveying the circle on the floor, before making a mental decision nobody was privy to.
But to your collective surprise, he walked in, and sat down opposite you. You couldn’t help but smile, warmed by the idea that he’d done this for you. He was taking a break, finally, and spending time with the group. And the group looked utterly bewildered. All except you.
“So? How do you play?”
Your smile broke into a stupid grin. “You’ve never played poker?”
“Yes, but most of the time, clothes stayed on,”
“Most of the time?”
Levi threw you a wry look, but you could see that little smirk of his. “Just explain the damn rules.”
You snickered, unaware of the stunned looks the circle was giving you. “It’s just like Krolva Hold’em. The blind makes a bet without looking at their cards, but with clothing rather than chips or money. So, usually it’s a sock or a shoe at first. Everyone then looks at their cards and decides whether they want to be in or out, depending on the flop. After a few rounds, whoever comes out on top gets the clothes and can put them on if they want. First one naked loses.” Levi glanced at everyone in the circle individually. Miche, it seemed, was terrible at this game. “So, you in or out, Captain?” There was a hopeful challenge in your gaze, and even if Levi could say no to you, he wouldn’t have. Not when you were basically daring him to.
“Fine. Deal me in.”
Oh your smile was worth all the clothes he was about to lose. Worth the shit-eating grin from Hange, the suspicious squint from Miche. Worth the look of horrified realisation from Petra and Nanaba as you redealt everyone two cards, now with eleven players. And he was glad you were too preoccupied with dealing to see him mouth a spiteful “fuck off” to Hange and Nifa’s shared knowing look.
Placing the rest of the deck back in the middle, you drew out three cards and placed them face up. “Alright, who’s the blind this round?”
“Oh shit, me. Uh, one shoe I guess.” Moblit raised his glass, only possessing his left shoe. His right was now awkwardly hanging off Petra’s leg, who was also wearing Miche’s shirt and Hange’s jacket.
Everyone looked at their cards, and a silence blanketed the group. If anyone walked in, the circle would have easily been mistaken for a seance. Each player carefully calculated whether the hand was worth losing pants over. Especially Miche. Your eyes raised expectantly to Levi, who’d just remembered he was extremely competitive at this game when he used to play back in The Underground. Reading people’s nervous ticks was easy, but he had a feeling you might be able to hide yours quite well.
“Two shoes.” He raised. Moblit groaned in anguish, knowing he would be giving up a sock if he were to continue. Miche, Nanaba and Petra all called, staying on two shoes. A bit boring, if anyone were to ask you. You glanced down at the ace and queen in your hand, your confidence bursting. You’d already won, you knew you had. The flop had turned in your favour: a king, another ace, and a jack. You already had a pair, now you were waiting for a ten.
“Two shoes and a shirt.” You smirked, holding Levi’s scrutinising gaze. He could search all he wanted, he wasn’t going to find anything. You had never lost this game for a reason.
“Yeah no fuck that, I’m out.” Eld placed his hand face down on the floor, followed by Gunther and Nifa. Hange, of course, stuck with your bid, and another card was drawn.
Your heart dropped at the sight of a second jack, and though it lessened the likelihood of anyone else going for the Royal Flush, that still left too much probability of other winning hands for your liking. One you would rather squash than go up against.
Levi’s mind raced as Moblit, too, folded. The jack in his hand laughed at him, a grinning visage to his own uncertainty. Three of a kind was pretty ideal if he was being honest, but you held yourself with such stony confidence that it was knocking his. Your innocent smile did nothing to help order his thoughts. Either he’d already lost, or you were bluffing. He’d recently seen how easily you could lie, and how you made it look ridiculously convincing. So he took a chance.
“Two shoes, a shirt and a cravat.”
You gaped, folding your arms with a laugh of disbelief. “That’s such bullshit! Nobody else even wears a cravat except Oluo!”
“Guess you shoulda worn more clothes then.”
“You seem confident in yourself.”
“I’m always confident in myself.”
“Then this will be a good lesson for you to learn.” You smirked, bending your leg to rest your forearm on your knee, swirling your whiskey in your hand. Once again the group had fallen into silent awe at another feisty exchange between you, Hange’s shit-eating grin only eating more shit as they watched.
“Well, I don’t have a shirt, nor any shoes so I’m gonna fold…” Miche placed his hand down on the floor, Nanaba and Petra following suit.
Your eyes narrowed, half tempted to bet pants as well, but you decided to be nice. This was his first game with the group after all.
“Raise you a jacket.” You grinned.
Nifa and Hange too folded, but you had a sneaking suspicion it was because they wanted to watch you and Levi go up against each other. Since now you were the only two still in play.
You placed your cards face up on the ground, earning whistles and hisses from the circle. Two pairs, one away from Royal Flush. No wonder you were confident.
A confidence that was immediately crushed by the three of a kind in Levi’s hand. You blanched, inwardly cursing yourself for being so cocky.
“You can still fold.” Levi smirked condescendingly, making sure there was absolutely no way you were about to fold. Scoffing tightly, you leaned forward to turn the fifth and final card.
Having both checked your heart was in your throat. This was it, if the next card you turned over wasn’t a ten, you’d lost, and you would never hear the end of it. The tension in the room was so thick it was like breathing soup. Buzzing anticipation almost made your hair static as your fingers rested on the top of the next card.
You held your breath and pulled it off, flipping it and placing your fate in the river.
Levi swore viciously.
You released your held breath as a striking red ten of hearts announced your victory. A Royal Flush versus a three of a kind. You knew this round would be talked about for weeks after tonight. All the tension in your body drained away, and you finally had the mind to savour your victory, Levi now wallowing in a crushing defeat.
“What was it? Two shoes, a shirt, your cravat and a jacket?” You teased lightly, cackling like an animal as Levi flipped you off. But you could see there was no venom in his gaze. In fact there was no indication he was irritated at all. Rather, all you could see was relaxed enjoyment. He was enjoying himself.
Holy fuck, Levi was enjoying himself, even as he threw his jacket across the circle at you, followed by his two boots. You raised your eyebrows expectantly as he unbuttoned his shirt, loosening his cravat from around his neck. He tried to ignore your shameless staring as more of his body was revealed, and holy fuck he was so much hotter than you’d ever imagined.
Not that you’d imagined it. No, that would be extremely unprofessional.
Levi went to tug the shirt from his shoulders, cravat hanging loose around his neck, when you suddenly stopped him. “Look, since it’s your first game with us, I’ll be merciful toward you,” he would have thanked you there and then, had your gaze not sparkled with dangerous mischief. “You can keep the cravat on.”
As evening faded to night, the rounds played out like you would have imagined. Levi managed to win back some of his clothes, though you kept his jacket throughout the rest of the game, having abandoned your own beside you. It smelt too nice to let go. But he managed to reclaim his shirt and boots, and acquired Hange’s glasses, Oluo’s cravat, Moblit’s shirt and pants, and your hoodie, which he instantly pulled on. He would never admit to himself how disappointed he was to see you wearing a thin vest underneath.
You, on the other hand, were borderline drowning in fabric. You now wore the shirts of Gunther, Nanaba and Eld, you’d laid Nifa’s jacket over your head because you couldn’t fit it over the other three layers and Levi’s jacket, though you were wearing two odd socks and were shoeless, those having been stolen from you by Hange who wore them on their hands, and Eld, who’d stretched your socks over his boots.
“Miche, stop betting, you absolute madman. You don’t have any clothes on!” You laughed as he strategically placed his one remaining sock over his junk, which left nothing to the imagination, to Nanaba’s horny delight. You shook your head in disbelief as she kept adjusting how she was sitting. Disgusting girl.
Only three people were still in: Miche, Levi and Gunther. Predictably, Levi won again.
“I don’t want that…” He scrunched his nose in disgust as Miche gestured down to his crotch for Levi to take his last remaining sock from his dick. Something that was not-so-politely declined.
“If you’re not gonna take it, I’m technically still in the game.” Hange snorted a laugh at Miche’s reasoning, nodding their head in agreement, their boot-clad arms waving around wildly. You were glad you took away their already chipped glass before they smashed it completely..
“No, Miche, you’re not. Which concludes tonight’s game. Congrats Petra!” the group swivelled to where Petra had meticulously balanced the contents of everyone’s closets on her body. Several socks, jackets, shirts, hairpins, and pants fitting neatly over her, her face still visible from a shroud of fabric. She looked like some far away deity, adorned with offerings.
Usually, at the end of these nights, everyone just went back to their rooms and exchanged clothes in the morning, when hangovers were strong and vomit was pungent. But Nifa and Petra seemed nice enough to throw Miche’s clothes back at him, and Levi handed Moblit’s shirts and pants back. You gave clothes back to those who asked for them, but when you were left cleaning the glasses of the sticky whiskey, you were still wearing one of Miche’s giant socks, and Nanaba’s shirt.
Oh. And Levi’s jacket… which you couldn’t bring yourself to offer it back. You swore it was more comfortable than your own.
You’d been too preoccupied with your thoughts of the night’s events to realise you were washing the glass Hange had chipped. Until the sharp edge sliced cleanly through the palm of your hand. You jerked back, hissing inaudibly at the small wound. A small line of crimson had beaded across the fat of your palm, which you did nothing but glance at before you shook the pain off. It would fade in a minute.
You kept shaking your hand, until it was caught mid-air. A strong hold encasing your wrist had you whipping your head to the left. You hadn’t even noticed anyone else had stayed behind, let alone had been watching you.
But he hadn’t. Levi hadn’t been watching you. Sure, he noticed you went to clean up all the discarded glasses, and he’d gone to get a mop for the spilt amber on the wooden floor. But the truth was, he’d been cleaning it up when the slightest jolt of pain struck his hand. His palm, to be exact.
“Let me look.”
You hadn’t realised you’d closed your fist to hide it, though the scrunch of skin bit into the fresh wound. You couldn’t even refuse, compelled by something in his gaze to open your hand and let him look at where you’d managed to hurt yourself. You winced slightly as he softly grazed his thumb across the slice, before adjusting the faucet and checking the temperature of the water. When he guided your hand beneath the water flow, it was no longer hot, but rather lukewarm. Soothing, even. You couldn’t tear your eyes from the concentration on his face as he cleaned your cut, looking around before settling on a paper towel to stifle the bleeding with. It wasn’t a bandage, but it would do.
But even after he’d finished, his warm hold on your wrist didn’t loosen.
“Thank you.” You murmured, looking down to realise he was still wearing your jumper, just with the sleeves rolled up. He’d had the option to exchange it back for his shirt during the game.
He hadn’t.
Levi regarded you for a moment, no longer holding your arm up by the kitchen basin, but rather now down by your side. He didn’t know what compelled him to do so, but one moment his other hand was idle, the next he was gently playing with a strand of your hair.
“Who knew you were such a little demon?”
Your soft smile broadened into something a little more bashful. You’d always been good at games like poker, where strategy and probability were key. The breath of your laugh tickled his skin, and it was then did Levi notice how close you’d become.
“What can I say? Just the luck of the draw.” You replied, mimicking the tonal shift of the night. Your heart stuttered in your chest, and you hoped he couldn’t feel your palm start to sweat from where he was holding your wrist.
Levi’s impulse returned. His screaming instinct to kiss you thrashed in his mind. He wanted to hold you, and not just your hand, you. He wanted to feel your heartbeat again, like he had this morning. Fuck he wanted to taste you, wanted to breathe the same air as you, think the same thoughts as you.
“What did you see? Today In the tent. You asked if I had seen something too. What did you see?” He managed to keep himself steady, thumb drawing smooth caresses on the inside of your wrist, silently gauging your reaction. If you started to hurt in any way, he would change the subject. But something was happening. Something was happening between you two, and he wanted to try and work it out. He assumed normal couples didn’t feel each other’s fucking wounds for crying out loud.
Not that you were a couple. Not even dating.
You paused for a second, contemplating your answer. You wanted to sweeten the blow, maybe even tell a little white lie and say you just relived the moment he saved you. But lying to Levi had become almost impossible lately, so in typical soldier fashion, you kept it blunt.
“My death. I relived what happened, only you didn’t come. I was watching myself die, and I seemed okay with it,” – you paused, quickly scanning his thinly veiled expression of horror – “I’m less okay with it now. Much less okay. Sort of had a reality check by the squad. Yourself included.” You watched as his features relaxed, no longer holding the tension you so hated. Shit, he was looking at you the same way he did last night, only this time you could distinguish the reflection of flickering candle light from the seemingly bioluminescent glow in his eyes, only exaggerated by the darker shades beneath them.
Levi sighed gently, his suspicion now confirmed. “I saw the same thing.” His confession had your eyes widen slightly, looking away to comprehend what he just said.
“Levi… how did you know I needed help? How did you get to me so quickly?” You asked quietly. A secret question only for you and him.
“I saw it. I saw you. I think… I think it was before anything had even happened. When I got there, I’d already seen what was happening, and what was going to happen. And I saw it again, an hour later. Exactly what you just described. I saw what would have happened if I hadn’t made it.”
“What does this mean…?”
Levi stayed silent for what felt like years. Honestly, he didn’t know what it meant. He had absolutely no idea what the fuck was going on. He assumed it was most likely something to do with his blood, but he couldn’t truthfully tell you, because he didn’t know.
So you saved him the stress of answering by asking something else. “Will you sleep tonight?”
He couldn’t bear the concern on your face. He couldn’t bear the worry you held for him. He wanted to tell you to stop, to stop worrying so much about him. But he could never find it in himself to ask something like that of you. “Yeah. I’ll try.”
You didn’t look convinced. “Try harder. Anything less than an hour and I’ll bribe Hange to leave their festering experiments on your desk.”
Levi huffed in amusement, his lips pulling into a slight smile despite his best efforts. Which, in hindsight, weren’t very good anyway. His efforts never were when it came to hiding things from you.
“Sounds like insubordination to me.”
You chuckled lightly, and the sound ignited every nerve in his body. “Mm? What you gonna do? Throw me in a cell?”
“It’s tempting.”
You mock gasped, earning yourself a swift flick to your forehead. Something you also overreacted to by dramatically rubbing the microscopic hurt, before you fell into a charged, yet comfortable silence. One you used to memorise the features of his face, how they shifted and bent with each expression, how they pinched and relaxed when he spoke. You found yourself mesmerised.
Levi had to do something. Had to say something, anything, or else he was going to kiss you. And he couldn’t do that. He couldn’t fuck up a relationship he’d only just managed to salvage. If you were even open to it. He didn’t even know if anything you did was meant in a romantic sense, or just a close friend kind of thing. But he was drawn in by your gaze, by your head subtly tilting to the side, eyes flitting over your face, down to your lips.
“That’s my jacket.” Relationship saved.
Moment ruined.
You drew back, broken from your transfixed state to look down at yourself, using the diversion to mentally bash your head into a brick wall. What the fuck were you thinking? Trying to kiss him? The fuck was wrong with you? You tried not to let the blatant rejection get to you too much. Maybe he just wasn’t ready for that yet, and the way he hadn’t pulled away still set your heart ablaze.
“That’s my hoodie.” You quipped back, raising a brow of challenge. Levi was quick to realise this was one of his favourite expressions of yours.
He debated taking the jumper off and returning it to you in exchange for his jacket, but he had a spare one.
No-one would know…
You were expecting him to ask for it back, especially when his hands moved to grasp the lapels. Though when he did nothing but straighten it slightly and tug it down on your shoulders, you had to bite your lip not to beam at him.
“Keep it. It looks better on you.” Though it made no sense, since all jackets were identical, you understood. It was just an excuse to give it to you. Or an excuse to keep your hoodie. You were extremely content with both reasons.
As was Levi, who fell into bed later that night comforted by a blanket of your scent.
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i dont have twt n im not planning to have one cause its toxic but what the hell is going on? whos' copying who? what tattoo? can you share me the link?
there's too much going on to share just one link, but i'll slim it down for you
disclaimer— i’m saying all these as an atiny, stay and army, i am not generalising a fandom, i’m talking about specific toxic twt stans
1. ateez’s concept photos were 'copying' skz oddinary concept photos because they were standing and looking at the camera as well as the colours. bye.
2. the colour pink used in ateez’s title track poster 'copied' skz’s most recent comeback colour. yes, a colour.
3. the word ‘crazy’ in crazy form copied jimin’s ‘like crazy’
4. the scene/background/circular room 'too similar' to jimin’s. ijbol.
5. san’s temporary ateez lore related moon tattoos on his back 'copied' jimin
context for ateez’s lore— they have had a ongoing theme since their debut of an hourglass called the cromer that works every full moon, this is also their tracklist:
(other examples of ateez using the moon: moon river in 2019, their logo, halazia mv, almost all of their concerts having a moon on the ceiling & i’ll throw in a few more examples below [pics not mine])
6. san 'copying' seungmin's red hair. yes i'm aware seungmin's hair is barely even red.
this is more of an extra but people were making fun of san and jongho (mainly jongho) for dancing 'stiffly' in their tiktok with le sserafim eunchae even though jongho recently got out of a major knee surgery
another extra that MAMA refused to nominate ateez or xikers for anything and even skipped through ateez at one point entirely because they're from a small company
no, i am not joking for any of these.
yes, toxic stays and armys are using these reasons to mass report crazy form mv when it releases tmr.
yes, i feel the primal caveman instinct in me to bash something with a wooden club coming out.
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