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She's your best friend, your closest ally, your soul sister.
She has been there with you through thick and thin, since youth, you two took showers together as children, ate off the same plate, went on countless vacations, share the same clothes. What would your life be without her?
Your behavior prevails to be horrendous.
It catches you when you're alone, or when there's nothing to distract you. Creeping up, lingering around your soul- guilt- quite the foe.
You lay on your bed, shame depleting you the more you remained in silence, left alone with your thoughts. Staring at the soft white ceiling, the sun scarcely pouring through the cracks of the shades, rendering it impossible to fall back asleep.
It was eating you alive, it was driving you nuts, you were so selfish. It was too late to go back on this.
And this isn't even the worst part of it all...
Your fathers are best friends, also close since childhood. Being neighbors, your mothers were close too, you all were practically family.
Hence, it boils down to one thing- one simple, and easy question.
That being, why was your 'second father' mere inches away from you, naked, barely covered by a sheet, and sleeping in your bed?
Yet, as disgusted as you are with yourself, you're turning to face the sleeping man, placing a small kiss below his ear, his arms instantaneously fastening around your frame, pulling you closer to his body, he loves when you wake him up like this, you're both accustomed to this routine.
After all, you did sleep in the same bed more often than you'd like the admit.
Living alone in your apartment made it easier for the both of you to be with each other, though your best friend resided here, she was at college, living in a dorm out of state for extended periods.
He told his wife and other children the ridiculous excuse, 'I'll be back in a week or so, on business' and he'd come straight to you. Always. With take-out dinner, a duffle over his shoulder, and a plethora of condoms in his pocket.
Call it disturbing, but it's almost perverse to give his wife kudos, 'no wonder you tied the knot.' because shit, you wish you could.
No one knows about the infidelity, so it was fun to sneak around; since becoming an adult, that's when family dinners with the neighbors took a turn, your body filled with a mix of excitement and angst almost every Friday.
He always sits next to you, to your right, hand secretly placed on your thigh under the tablecloth. He finds himself unable to resist your body.
The second you turned eighteen he was ready to pounce, he couldn't take his eyes off you.
He's so good at what he does, he knows how to sneak around, he always plays his cards right, he knew you couldn't resist the temptation; the temptation of your best friend's father.
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How it started was almost too cliché.
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"Hey, is y/f/n home? We're supposed to be getting ready to go out, she's not answering my texts."
"She's not home, likely caught up at work."
You nod, "how about you come in and wait?" he allows you in, "what's the occasion?" he laughs, plopping down on the couch, you sit on the other side, placing your dress, makeup bag, and shoes on the floor beside your feet.
"A friend's birthday dinner, she just turned eighteen." He smiles, looking back at the television, "she's always making us late." You chuckle, your phone going off at the same time, Levi watching your thumbs frantically respond to the disappointing message.
"She won't be off for another few hours." Levi sighs, "I'll just hang out in her room until then."
"You can stay down here, you're not in my way." He quickly replies, you accept his offer and slip off your shoes.
"How's your mom?" he changes the topic, standing and walking out of the room towards the direction of the kitchen, "and your dad."
"Both good, how about you and-"
"Good." he interrupts, returning with a glass in his hands, likely a glass of whiskey, that was his go-to.
Oddly enough, you felt unsettled being alone with him, something inside of you remained nervous, but not necessarily a bad sentiment.
You didn't spend much time with Levi alone, most of the time it was with your father and y/f/n, so you sat quietly, both watching the screen mounted on the wall in front of you.
Little did you know, he was feeling the same way, awkward and nervy.
"Do you need to get ready at any particular time?" he cuts the silence.
"Uhm, I didn't expect to wait, because I have to shower."
He hums in agreement, "you can shower here if you want." You didn't even bat an eye, standing and saying 'okay', trotting upstairs towards your best friend's room, dropping all your belongings on the floor.
Leaving the room, you're opening the linen closet to retrieve a towel and head straight for the bathroom.
This was your second home, why leave the bathroom door locked while you showered?
His leg tapped in anticipation, he knew now was such a perfect time, he had to do something about how he was feeling.
Levi told himself that this feeling would pass, he was disgusted in himself.
The first time he found himself with his hand wrapped around his cock, making himself cum to the thought of his daughter's best friend.
He had never thought about you sexually, it was almost like a switch was flipped when you came home, stumbling drunk with his daughter the night of your birthday to avoid your own parents, you were now an adult, and that's when things changed.
He thought about you in so many twisted ways, and the fetish only grew- it grew day by day, month by month.
Now, you were only a few months shy of nineteen, in college, in your own living space, independent, he loved it; and every day, he prayed to God he'd stop feeling so guilty about his vices.
But he was trapped, stewing on his thoughts before he went to bed at night, on the way to work, waking up in the morning- he only thought about you. He needed to do something.
He found his feet quickly moving up the stairs, entering his bedroom, and pacing, this was sure as hell a tough dilemma, but he knew he could get you to see it too.
"Levi, I- uh, need some help."
Like it was a blessing, a foot in the door, he's now knocking before you allow him in, you stand there only in a towel, hair wet and your body dripping with water, "the thing won't turn off, I'm sorry."
He could barely swallow, "I'll fix it."
The hot steam made him overwhelmed, the fresh smell of the strawberry-scented body wash that you had after your shower was sending him into a frenzy.
You stood there, watching him turn the hot water off, you acknowledged how close you were to him, naked except for the towel, he was so close to your legs, your wet body.
He stood straight after fixing the faucet, wiping his hands on his shirt, "thanks."
You step around him, down the hall, and towards your friend's room, "y/n," turning, Levi's there, in the hallway, a few feet behind you, "I need to talk to you."
He knew now was the only time he could fix this disgusting fixation he has on you.
You pursued him, you followed him straight to his bedroom, you allowed him to close the door behind you; you felt his hands grab your own, pinning them above your head against the wall.
You allowed him to kiss you, you kissed him back, and you savored the taste of him. It was almost like you didn't allow your mind to register what you were doing.
"I've been meaning to do this." He breathes, catching up on his lack of oxygen.
You didn't say anything, your towel was coming loose, his free hand encircling around the small of your back, pulling you against him, "Levi." You uttered, his head dips down, kissing your lips as he's whisking you off your feet and onto his shared bed with his wife.
Your legs wrap around his waist, his elbows propped up beside your head, his tongue swiping across your lip, you do the same, what the fuck were you doing?
You pull away from him, "Levi- this is bad." Hand pressing against his shoulder, pushing him off of you gently, "this is so bad."
He moves his hand through his hair, "no one has to know."
"I gotta' go get dressed," yet your legs don't move, "fuck- fuck this is bad, she's gonna hate me."
"No, no she won't," he objects, pushing you onto your back, "you want it, don't you?"
Your stomach was doing backflips, nauseated almost. You saw his tight body, you've always loved it- like a father.
You felt his cock between your legs instants earlier, you didn't comprehend just how willing you were; how wet you were between your legs.
"Let me show you," throwing off his shirt, "don't worry, no ones gonna know,"
He sees the look on your face, stunned.
"Don't you trust me?" your head was spinning.
"I do."
Your head is pushed onto his pillow, making sure he doesn't strip you of your towel just yet.
The feeling of performing something so bad, so disturbing, so sinful, it was driving you nuts, your stomach twisted, filled with butterflies as you saw the man strip in front of you. This was really happening.
"Open."
Your legs open, but you hold your towel down, feeling his eyes bore into you, "you can show me."
His hands open your legs, gasping, he's kissing you again, laying between your legs with just his boxers severing the direct touch.
"God, this fucking body."
The towel slipping down your chest, his hands instantly cupping your tits, the now, cold droplets of water from your shower making your nipples twice as hard, he smiles, "you've always been so beautiful- so innocent too, you know that?" his hands trail down your sides, feeling your flesh in his palms, up to your thighs.
You felt so dirty, you wanted more, you wanted him to touch every inch of your body, you wanted to feel secure and full, "you want me to touch you don't you. You want it?" he sees your pleading eyes, he sees how hungry you looked, he brings his hand to your beck, squeezing your jugular, "say it, use your words.”
“I do, but y/f/n, Levi.” Your words meant one thing, but your actions were proving another. You didn't know how much you needed this- how much you longed to be touched by a man who helped raise you.
It made you sick, but fuck, it felt so good, “you want it, just as I do,” he pulls back, taking his hand and forcing open your mouth, “here.”
He wet his fingers with your saliva, ripping the towel that barely covered your lower half. “Look at how pretty, so wet too.”
You hiss, his finger pressing down against your clit, your thigh spasming from the harsh pressure against your nerves, “I’m gonna make you cum, you want that, right?”
“Yes, please make me cum.” You plead, his thumb still pressing hard against your bud, “f-fuck!” your legs slamming around his arm.
“Open those legs, I didn't say you could close them.” He commands, getting a better look at your pussy, his hand moving down the threads of his boxers with his free hand, cock springing from his constraints.
“Spit.” He steals more alive from your tongue, using it to lubricate his cock; he was thick, girthy with few veins decorating up the bottom to right below the tip. His chest heaving, hands pinning up your thighs, your legs wide open for him to see.
You whined, his throbbing tip teasing you by soaking up your slick, he was so painfully hard- the way he knocked against the tight hole in front of him.
“You want my cock? You want your other daddy to fuck you, huh?” You nod, eyes begging with every ounce of your entity.
You nod desperately, “please- fuck me.”
He obeys, gripping your thighs, pressing them upwards as he’s leaning down towards you, slowly sliding past your entrance.
Splitting you open, immense pressure brings you to screams, your eyes screwed shut as you spit out the man's name.
“Can barely fit- fuck.” His shoulders lax, cock seeping deeper into your pussy.
He pushes back and forth into you, the sound of your pussy juicing around his cock filled the room as you two take in the feeling of each other's touch.
“S’big- so big, Levi.” Your tongue lols out, he takes it as a welcome to capture your lips, sucking on your tongue as you mewl against his mouth.
He pulls away from you, “say my name,” he groans, “say it, what's my name?” his cock filling you so well, you could say many things; tears brimming your eyes as he's stabbing your cervix with his tip.
You wail, gasping for air, “daddy- please harder!”
His hips piston into you, slamming against yours as he's speeding up, cock ramming into you senselessly, harder thrusts when he hears you call him by his name, fucking you stupid.
“Go on and cum all over my cock, you're so close- fuck- you keep squeezing me-” he can barely contain himself.
But he keeps pace, the sweet spot in the depths of your pussy being abused, pussy squelching with every rut of his wide hips.
You're so close, inching closer towards release, a mantra of his name rolling out of your mouth, you feel so full, packed to the fucking brim.
The weight of his body on top of yours, cock reaching impossible lengths inside of you, sweat dripping down his forehead, chest glistening with sweat, “so good, creaming all over my dick, yeah? You love it.” He boasts, you whined, mouth agape.
“So close- daddy- so close.”
“Do it, you're so tight- fuck, can't get over it.”
The coil in your stomach tightening, your body going numb as he rips an incredible orgasm out of your weak body, “that's right, squirt all over my cock, God this pussy s’ fuckin’ amazing.”
He slowed down, bearing his high, watching as your cum drips down your pussy, his thighs and stomach soaked with your essence as it drips down his thighs. Amazed at the sight, he continues to steadily fuck into your convulsing walls, you're body shaking from the debilitating orgasm.
You squeeze your eyes shut, your eyes surrounded by a starry white, wet noises driving Levi closer to climax, the sheets below the both of you soaked, “open those eyes.” He commands.
You open your eyes, legs squeezing tighter around his sides, “you’re gonna swallow my cum, right baby?” he sees you nod your head, needy to taste him down your throat.
He provides you with a few strong thrusts, before slowly pulling out of you, your hand quickly wrapping around the base of his cock, rolling out your tongue like a whore.
You take his tip on the pad of your tongue, swirling around, his eyebrows scrunching from the sensitive touch, “fuck, so fuckin’ perfect,” hand coming down to caress your head before dipping his fingers between the- still wet hair from your shower.
He twitches, releasing his load in your mouth, the salty taste tainting your tastebuds, he watches it coat your tongue, catching his breath as he's seeing you swallow every drop of cum, his thumb strokes across your bottom lip, smirking.
“Look at the mess you made, now I have to clean these sheets.” Gripping your hair between his digits, he's pushing your head down to look at the damp sheets, you gnaw on your bottom lip.
He pushes you back down on the bed, sloppily kissing your red and swollen lips once more.
↯ genres and warnings: friends with benefits au, friends to lovers au (well i guess that’s open for interpretation lmao), modern au—college au?, explicit smut, mentioned/implied virginity
↯ summary: friends with benefits with your best friend since middle school is probably a bad idea. friends with benefits with your best friend since middle school who you’ve also been in love with for the past seven years—all for the purpose of her gaining ‘experience’ so she’s not nervous to do it with some other guy she has a crush on—is probably a really bad idea. levi ackerman is not known to make great decisions.
↯ word count: 3.5k
↯ notes: truth be told, i don’t even know if i like this; i took this from an outline/draft of a series i’d planned but know i’ll never complete. it’s kind of unedited too heh, also if you’re a minor pls do not interact
Levi doesn’t think anything of it when he finds you on his doorstep on a rainy Saturday evening. It’s very much like you to show up unannounced and attempt to drag him into whatever activity you want to do that day. He’s fairly certain that Hange picked that up from you. Someone should tell her that it doesn’t work so well unless it’s you tugging on his arm sleeve and interrupting his otherwise peaceful evening.
So, for a while, everything is normal. You make fun of him for his use of, admittedly overpriced, organic butter when he toasts you a bagel; he makes jabs at you shuffling around his apartment like a semi-wet chihuahua, and all is right with the world.
Until it’s not. Because half-way into whatever stand-up comedy Netflix special you’d persuaded him into watching with you, Levi’s had enough of your nervous ticking. He doesn’t know if you think that he wouldn’t notice, but he does. And he knows it’s not the result of you still being wet or cold from the rain, seeing as you’ve long since dried off and warmed up.
You’re focused on the show (ironically, focused to a point of distraction), you’ve been twiddling your fingers since it started, and you’ve been fidgety since you stepped foot into his house. Quite frankly, he finds it insulting that you think he wouldn’t know something’s up by now.
So, he bends his knee, turns his body towards yours, lifts his elbow to rest atop the edge of the soft, and presses his cheek into his palm: “Alright, spit it out.”
“Huh?—What do you mean?” You look at him with wide, startled eyes. He looks back at you with unamused, expecting ones.
You crack a nervous smile, attempting to laugh off his command as incredulous, but instead, your voice comes out in what sounds like a pathetic attempt to cover up a lie—probably because it is, “What? Can’t I spend sometime with my favorite, surly psychology student?”
this anime. just wow. it beautifully portrays highschool sure not all of it but when miyamura kun has these moments with himself accepting the past wondering how his life shifted so quickly bc of one day i totally wasn’t tearing up wdym it makes you realize that highschool is a once in a lifetime opportunity and everything that you do in it you’ll never ever get to recreate so while you have that chance have fun make memories live for yourself bc that’s all that’s gonna matter in the future not your grades or the teacher you hated but the people you surrounded yourself with and the memories you made so horimiya you get a 8.5/10 good job for making me cry. i recommended this anime to literally any and every high schooler it gives you a chance to think. 
Façade or Felt [Levi Ackerman x GN!Reader][Fake Dating College AU]
Word Count: 5664
Description: Y/N goes to Levi’s family’s Christmas Party
Author’s Note: yup back to this fandom again…
Warnings: N/A
I watched the snow falling through the window; it was already dark outside the light from within the library reflected off the frozen rain. My chin rests on my hand as I zoned out, the snow enchanting like a fire. A drink warms my other hand as I sit still.
YALL THIS IS JUST CHEFS KISS WOW IM SO SATISFIED AND ITS SFW I THIUGHT I LOST THIS FIC AND LITERALLY CRIED SO WHEN I FOUND IT I WAS JUST SO HAPPY READ IT OR ELSE 🔫
DUDE TORU’S MOM IS SO FKN FINE SHES SUCHA. MILF OMG AND HORI’S DAD TOO I LITERALLY CANNOT IM SWEATING ALSO I LOVE TORU’S RELATIONSHIP W YOSHIKAWA IVE SAID IT B4 AND ILL SAY IT AGAIN THE BEST RELATIONSHIP IN THIS SHOW WITHOUT A DOUBT BUT WAIT THATS NOT HIS MOM BUT SHES STILL FINE ASF WHY DOESNT GE JUST MAKE HIS FKN MOVE AS IF IT ISNT OBVIOUS 🙄🙄WHYRE ALL THESE OARENTS IN THIS SHOW SO FKN FINE BOUTTA MAKE ME ACT UO
Any other person would be, since the winter morning breeze was hitting hard, signaling the snow was just around the corner. The heavy coats were brought up back to surface after spending the whole year under the lighter clothes, the comfy smell in them resembling the smell of fresh baked cookies and great fruit cider, it was near the best season and you were eager for it to come.
However, the real reason you were trembling wasn’t the cold weather. Not at all, since you found yourself comfortable inside your hand knitted sweater and heavy sweats. But the sheet in your other hand held all your anxiety as you walked each step closer to the office.
College really wasn’t all that deal that your teachers would warn you about — it was so much worse. You had lectures over lectures and exams were endless; all the stuff you learned felt light in your head as if you were astral projecting during those classes.
Not all professors were bad though. It was one class in special; Literature and Composition taught by Professor Ackerman. This man… he would make you write essay after essay, and it was urban legend that no one in his class had ever gotten more than 90%. You knew a lot of people on campus that had failed his classes, forced to retake it the next semester, and you knew exactly why.
i just read a fuckibg aot au incest fic and to sum it up i want to delete tumblr YALL ARE JUST AS BAD AS TWITTER CANT HAVE SHIT IN DETROIT WHAT IS WROBG W YALL AND IT WAS INFANTILIZING TOO THIS APP IS SO SCARY PLS just say you’re a pedo y’all pls i cannot that like traumatized me if you find it i’m sending prayers YALL ARE WEIRD
Hii! About the mafia Au, I just loved the last update! That sweet ending 🥰👌🏻 For the continuation I was wondering if someone from y/n past could come back?? I mean she came to Levi because she needed someone dead so clearly something spooky happened 👀👀 And we know she's trying hard to get this super normal, typical life, but, common' the girl is clearly drawn to danger (if you know what I mean ^.^) Already, excited for what's to come!!
A/N: HERES THE THIRD PART. I got carried away with this, this is like 4k words lmao. thank you sooo much for your idea, I was a writing machine these past 2 days bc I had so many ideas I wanted to get down!! I hope you guys enjoy!
Warnings: light suggestive themes in the beginning (nothing nsfw, just alluding to sex), obsessive behavior, sorta yanderish themes?? idk for sure but just to be safe.
*please keep in mind that my mafia aus are fiction and for entertainment. obviously mafia irl are dangerous, so just to put that out there
part 1: Payment/ part 2: One Month Trip
as always if you guys have anymore ideas on this mafia au please send them in!! I like how this story is shaping up hehe
Magnet
You feel so soft and warm like you were sleeping on a bed of clouds, high in the sky where no one can hurt you. Quiet, peaceful, calm. But the golden rays attacking your face had other plans, disturbing your slumber.
Groaning in protest you bury your face deeper into the pillow in an attempt to shield yourself. However the damage’s already been done. Ripped from your unconscious state you stir, slowly becoming aware of your senses. Eyes fluttering open you blink away the fog that clouds your vision. It a took second for it to register when you scanned your surroundings but when it did you sat straight up in bed, your lungs taking in a sharp breath.
This wasn’t your room. Everything looked expensive, things you could only dream of buying. Royal looking furniture with red and golden embroidery on them. A large window by the wall accompanied by curtains which weren’t pulled over, attesting to your rude awakening. Slack jawed with wide eyes you soak it all in, wondering where the hell you were. This wasn’t a dream, right?
A squeak leaves your lips and you jump at the sudden touch on your arm, scooting towards the edge of the bed.
“Relax, it’s just me.”
The familiarity of the voice made you sag your shoulders in relief. So caught up in the new environment you failed to notice that Levi was awake beside you, who silently appreciated your sleeping form before finding amusement in your shocked state after you woke up.
You take a moment to admire the man next to you. Chest bare, tattoos on full display. His grey eyes seeming to have a tint of blue in them when the sun hits him just right, his raven locks tousled from a good night’s sleep. Reaching out to cup his cheek Levi leans into your touch, slightly turning his head to kiss your palm. While the gesture was sweet you remind yourself of the situation you were in.
“Hey Levi where are we?” Voicing your confusion Levi arches an eyebrow.
“You don’t know where we are?”
“Am I supposed to?” You scrunch your face up, trying to remember but your mind draws a blank.
Studying your expression he says,”So you really don’t know.” For some reason a smirk curls on his lips, making you wonder just what he was planning. Rising up from his laid down position the covers drift lower on his body, revealing that he was naked.
He mouths over your ear, hot breath fanning your skin. “Guess your pretty little head can only think about me because of last night, hm?”
In that moment you also realize that you had no clothes on either. That, and memories of last night flood your head. Roses bloom on your cheeks and you avert your gaze from him, refusing to admit that it was true. Levi chuckles, his hands skimming over the sides of your body. “I didn’t realize I tired you that much to the point you can’t even remember where we are.” amusement laces his tone.
“Stop teasing me...,” you mumble out. “We went for so many rounds of course I was tired afterwards.” You feel the soreness between your legs but you didn’t mind. Not being able to walk properly was a small price to pay for last night, not that you would tell Levi of course. You’ would combust from the embarrassment.
He releases an airy laugh before twisting your body to face the window, embracing you from behind. “What do you see?” he asks, propping his chin on top of your shoulder.
Taking a good look out the window your jaw hangs open, equally as shocked the first time you took in your surroundings. There was no mistaking the looming structure in the distance.
“We’re in Paris!?” you shriek, eyes sparkling as they were glued to the Eiffel tower.
“That’s right,” he hums, nuzzling your neck. “I had business to do here and I figured I might as well take you along. Can’t have you feeling needy, now can I?”
The embarrassment strikes again when you think back to that one phone call you made but it was quickly overshadowed by the night he came back and the words he said to you.
“You would’ve missed me too,” you say with giddiness, hiding your smile from him. His response was in the form of tightening his arms around your frame and you knew you were right.
A few moments later Levi pulls away and you immediately miss his warmth. Lips curving down in a frown you internally scold yourself. You can’t always expect him to be with you.
“Oi, are you coming or what?”
“Huh?”
He jerks his head towards the bathroom. “Shower. Do you want to join or not?”
Perking up at his offer you scramble out of bed, latching onto his arm for balance. Pouting at his snort you remark,”Hey you’re the reason why I’m like this.”
“Fine, I’ll make it up to you in the shower.”
“Levi I just said-”
“I meant washing your hair idiot, where was your mind going?”
“O-Oh.”
~~~
It was a given that you didn’t know much about Levi and his line of work. He never told you and you never pried. Though, there were some things you came to learn like the private jet Levi had that you two used to fly to Paris and the fact that the building you were in was owned by Levi.
“This place is all yours?” You question in disbelief.
“I have places in different locations run by my members. The outside looks like a hotel but on the inside are where operations take place.” He explains as he buttons up his crimson shirt.
“Wow...,” you whisper. The power he wielded, you couldn’t even imagine the extent of it. How far his presence reached around the world, how many members he had, what kind of operations he did.
Turning to face the window you place your palm flat against the cool surface, watching the bustling city life occur down below. You spot a couple holding hands together as they walk down the street. A child tugs on their mother’s sleeve, pointing at something on display. Another pair shares a sweet treat together on a bench.
A sudden feeling of heaviness fills your heart. “You’ll be busy right?”voice barely above a whisper you wonder if he even heard you, but he did.
“I have things to attend to.” His answer was brief and from the corner of your eyes you see him putting on a suit jacket. Sighing to yourself you glance downward. Ah, what else did you expect? This may seem like a vacation to you but to Levi this was business.
“What’s wrong?” He takes note of your silence. Whirling around you show a fake smile to reassure him but he saw through you like glass. “I’m fine, don’t worry.” you couldn’t fool him with your words either. Instead of replying he stares you, the intensity of his gaze causes you to shift your weight from foot to foot, toying with your fingers. Unable to handle it any longer you spill.
“It’s wishful thinking on my part but I was hoping that you and I could spend some time together in Paris. But, I know you’re busy. “
Releasing a short breath he focuses on wearing the last of his clothes. “I won’t be able to accompany during the two weeks we’ll be here you but you can tour around the city. Go shopping, sight seeing, whatever.” The crease in his eyebrows was telling of his annoyance, as was his tone. He wanted to be with you and that alone made your heart warm. “I’ll make sure to send two of my people to be with you at all times.”
“No no no. You don’t have to do that.” You protest, waving your hands in front of your body. “Like I said you will be busy and no doubt your people will be too. I don’t need them to my bodyguards when they could be doing important stuff.”
“(Y/N)-”
“Levi please.” You interrupt, walking over to him so you could cup his cheeks. “I’ll be fine on my own. I’m not the one doing dangerous things, remember? I doubt anyone will hold any interest in me. Besides, I’m pretty sure I’ll look more suspicious if I have two people by my side guarding me at all times, don’t you think?”
The reasons you listed convinced him, but he wasn’t happy about it. “Fine, but don’t do anything stupid.” You giggle, nodding your head. “I won’t.”
“If you ever feel in danger, call me right away understand?”
Seeing the stoic man so concerned and protective over you was one of the many reasons why you smile. A real, genuine smile.
~~~
Humming to yourself you analyze the options in front of you. On your left was a yellow sundress and the right was a purple and white polka dot dress. Both of them were cute which was why it was difficult to make a choice.
“Hmm..maybe this one.” Plucking the yellow sundress from the rack you catch a glimpse of the price tag. The color drains from your face at the price.
Never mind, this isn’t cute anymore.
With a dejected sigh you place it back on the rack. You were about to check the other dress when something bumps into you.
“I-I’m sorry!”
Turning around you were met with a tall, lanky man. “I-I’m very sorry, I didn’t see where I was going.” Avoiding your eyes he rubs the back of his neck. The poor guy was sweating buckets like he just ran a marathon.
“It’s alright, don’t worry about it.”
“Um..well...I’ll be off.”
Watching him walk away you shrug off the encounter, returning your attention back to the dresses. Thankfully the polka dot dress was at a much reasonable price. Taking the garment to the cashier the woman rings it up, waiting for your payment. Swinging your purse around you pause when you noticed that the zipper was halfway open.
I could’ve sworn I had it sealed all the way when I left the building.
“Ma’am?”
“Oh sorry. Here.”
You push the thought to the back of your head. It’s not like it was something serious anyways.
~~~
There was a letter in your purse. And you know for sure that you didn’t have a letter in your purse when you left the building.
How did it end up here?
Taking the crisp letter out you were even more surprised to find that the letter was addressed to you. Just what was going on? You have no friends or family that live in Paris so how can anyone know you? More importantly, who was the sender?
You know you should’ve thrown the letter away in the trash but curiosity got the better of you. Opening the envelope you remove the folded piece of paper and unfold it, reading the contents of the letter.
My sweet (y/n), it’s been so long since I’ve last seen you. You look as beautiful as ever. Can you imagine my surprise when I first saw you in Paris? I never thought I’d see you again, but fate has brought us back together. I was disheartened by the fact you suddenly disappeared. I couldn’t find you no matter how hard I searched, but you finally came back to me. Don’t you want my love? I can give you everything, anything you desire I will get it for you.
My love, I want to meet you but the time is not right. Until then, I will lay awake at night, thinking about you. Just wait for me, okay?
You throw the paper on the floor as if it burned you, refusing to read the last statement. Eyes wide your heart hammers away. Your breathing grows erratic, your whole world coming to an end.
No no no, this can’t be happening. This can’t be happening!
Your mind screams over and over again. Unwanted memories come crashing down, drowning you, dragging you to the pits of darkness. No, you don’t want to return. You don’t want to return to the fear but it was too late. The fear that once terrorized you in the past was back, clutching you in a tight grip. There was no name on the bottom but you knew with full confidence who it was. You only know one person who wrote to you like this, full of sweet words that made you sick to the stomach. In the past when you received these letters you burned them in the fireplace.
There was no fireplace here. Kneeling down on the floor with trembling hands you pick up the letter, shredding it to pieces, the best you could do for now. Tears begin to blur your vision. They never never truly gone. The burned letters became ashes. The shredded letter was still tiny pieces of paper. There were always some remnants of the letters, parts of him that still survived.
Remember sweetheart, you can’t get rid of me that easily.
~~~
Not a word was said to Levi. The last thing you wanted was to burden him with your troubles. When you saw how tired he was when he came back to the room late at night, you had a good hunch whatever business he has in Paris was going to drain him. You couldn’t take his attention away from that.
So you bottled up your fear, running rampant inside your mind. Where was he? How did he put the letter in your purse? How did you miss seeing him? He was a hard person to miss with his bulky stature and cocky smile. You were pretty sure you could spot him a mile away, his face burned into your memory. You decided for your sake you would stay in Levi’s building for some days. There was no way he could come here.
While you knew you were safe inside the room anxiety still coursed through your veins. On edge at all times even a simple noise would make you jump. Nervous, scared, worried. A concoction of emotions brews inside you. It was too much. You needed to escape.
“And then I could’ve sworn I put the right vial in but it turns out I didn’t and now my lab coat is ruined!”
You chuckle as you continue to hear about Hanji’s day at the lab. You were thankful that she picked up, setting aside some time to talk with you. This was a much needed distraction, a way for you to forget what transpired a few days ago. She never fails to entertain you with her stories which were a lot better than any tv series you watched. An element of surprise, that’s what Hanji was. You could never guess what goes on in her wild life.
“Honestly Hanji, how many clothes did you ruin from doing your experiments?”
“Same number as the stars there are in space.”
“Hanji!” Your laughter bounces off the walls. “You don’t even have that many clothes to begin with!”
“You have a good point. I rotate between what, five shirts? I think I had another shirt but it got burned by acid.”
“How did that even happened?” you say in disbelief
“Who knows, I forgot. Anyways, can you believe the prices for clothes? I just want a simple shirt and jeans and it costs me a fortune.”
“Mhmm..I hear you,” you acknowledge, leaning back against the headboard. “I saw this really cute sundress at this shop but it was way too expensive.” you sigh when you think back to it.
“Aww I’m sorry to hear that-”
Suddenly there were three knocks at the door. “Ma’am, there’s a package for you.” You recognize the voice to be Eren’s. Being with Levi you were introduced to a couple of his members.
A package? You don’t remember ordering anything. “I’ll call you back Hanji.” Putting your phone away you approach the door and open it, revealing a green eyed boy with a brown bundle in his hands.
“Are you sure this is for me Eren?” You ask, eyeing the item.
He nods. “Apparently it’s from the owner of a clothing shop. He dropped it off. said something like someone gave him the package and asked him to deliver it to you. Don’t worry, there’s nothing suspicious about the package, we checked.” He assures you, handing the package to you. Taking it from him you were still hesitant, wondering who would give this to you. Waving Eren off you were alone with the object.
The brown paper crinkles as you press down on it, assessing the item inside to be squishy and soft. Unwrapping it you choke on your breath, stumbling backwards.
It was the yellow sundress.
You were stunned, speechless, shocked. Afraid.
Glancing to the side you spot a white notecard. With trembling hands you pick it.
I know how much you wanted this dress. Don’t you see, I’d do anything to make you happy. There’s no wall that's high for me to climb. I’ll do it all for you my love. Why don’t you accept it?
Strength suddenly zapped from your body your knees hit the floor, the pain nonexistent. It was nothing compared to the terror stirring inside you, consuming you, overwhelming you.
“Why...why can’t you leave me alone?” you sob, hands covering your face.
You couldn’t run from your past. It was like you were dog on a leash, rope tied to a pole. You thought you were free, thought you could run as much as you wanted. But there was only so much rope, and you met your end. Pulled back to him.
You were chained to him.
~~~
You made Eren return the dress. Hoping to erase every trace of him was futile. He clings to you like a leech, sucking your happiness dry. There was no place you could hide from him.
“No...please don’t do this...,” you beg, backing up against a wall. No place to run.
“What are you running away for?” He cooes. “I just want to love you, you know I would never harm you.”
“No...get away from me...,” tears stream down your cheeks, knees weak. You flinch when he slams his hands beside your head, caging you in.
“You hurt me you know? Running away from me all the time, you’re cruel.” He hums, tilting his head. “Do I have to put a pretty little collar on you to make sure you won’t run away from me?”
“Stop! Just leave me!” You cry out, pushing against his chest but it was like moving a brick wall. Impossible.
“Just give in, it’ll be much easier.” His voice was smooth, deceptive. “I promise I’ll make you happy. So happy...,”
Paralyzed in your spot you could only watch in horror as his hands slide down your body. He looks you dead in the eye, a twisted smile on his face.
“I’ll make you love me.”
A shrill scream pierces the air, the door slamming open right after. Levi huffs by the doorway with some of his members behind him. The scream was one thing, all thoughts leaving his mind as he dashed out the meeting room to make it to you. Seeing you on the bed with rivers cascading down your cheeks and body trembling like a leave was a whole other level. Nodding towards his members they leave, allowing him to tend to you.
Approaching you slowly the mattress dips under his weight as he settles next to you, bringing you into his arms. Immediately you clung to him like he was your lifeline, sobbing into his chest.
“Nightmare?” he asks, stroking your hair in a soothing manner. Nodding your head he doesn’t say anything else. His priority was comforting you, even if he wasn’t the best person for it. But he was your rock, your anchor, your pillar of strength.
“I-I’m sorry, you should get back to your work.”
He scoffs, tightening his grip on you. “That’s the least of my concerns.” How could he even think of doing work when you were this shaken up?
You work on regaining your composure. It felt so real. Shutting your eye you focus on how his fingers were threading through your hair, his warm hand rubbing circles onto your back, doing what he can to soothe you.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
You shake your head vigorously. You didn’t want to relieve that, didn’t even want to think about it. Why, why does he have to haunt you?
“What do you want me to do?” Levi says in a quiet voice, pulling you away so he could cup your cheeks. The tears on your skin glistens in the moonlight, highlight your puffy red eyes. It wasn’t just tears flooding your eyes, it was fear. Terror. He wanted to get rid of it, to make you feel nothing but safe and protected.
You swallow the lump In your throat, grasping his wrist. “Stay with me...please,” his heart cracks at your plea. “I-I don’t want to be alone, hold me..,” breaking down again your sobs were muffled by his now damp shirt.
Without missing a single beat he lays you back down on the bed, curling around you protectively. Cradling the back of your head he guides it towards his heartbeat, allowing the steady beat to fill your ears. His free hand skims down your back, gently caressing the back of your high before sliding back up to rest on your lower back.
“You’re safe, just go to sleep.” he murmurs, kissing your forehead. Could you even go back to sleep after your nightmare?
Levi’s warmth surrounds you, his heartbeat rings in your ears, his soothing touches roams over your body. The grip on his shirt loosens, your eyes fluttering closed. He didn’t return. He couldn’t penetrate the wall that was Levi. He couldn’t hurt you anymore that night.
~~~
It was only a matter of time before Levi caught onto the change in your behavior. You figured with his busy schedule he wouldn’t have time to analyze you, but you forgot just how perceptive he was. The way his eyes lingered when you peered over your shoulder periodically like a paranoid person despite being in his building. Or how you’ve been staying in the room all day even though you gushed about wanting to see the city and tour around. And of course the nail in the coffin, your nightmare.
“So, did you explore around the city?” Levi suddenly asks out of the blue one day.
“H-Huh? Oh yeah, kind of.” You glance up from the book you weren’t reading.
“Really?”
You gulp. Shit, you couldn’t let him know. “Well to be honest I was more into shopping. They have some nice dresses here.”
“You mean the one dress you bought?” He jerks his head towards the plastic bad that was still by the closet.
“Everything else was expensive...,”
“Idiot, you could’ve told me. I would’ve given you the money.” He scolds as he approaches you.
“I can’t do that!” You protest. Plucking the book from your lap Levi towers over you. “Says who?” he challenges.
“Umm...well...,” you twist your head to the side, nibbling your bottom lip. You blink when you feel his lips press against yours in a brief peck. “We’re only here for a couple of days until I finish business. Go out for bit, I’ll leave you some cash.”
If you refused you know it would be suspicious. You can’t draw more attention, you need to appear normal. So, swallowing your fear you smile, nodding your head. “Okay Levi, thank you.”
~~~~
With the way you were acting in the city you wouldn’t be surprised if people thought that you were the shady one. But outside you were vulnerable, exposed, a little mouse among the predators.
He was in the city, somewhere.
Sighing to yourself you wonder what you have to do to stop the paranoia. This was supposed to be fun, a time where you should be happy and smiling. It should be normal.
Ha, normal. When was your life ever normal? You were like a magnet, attracting all things that became a thorn in your side. But in this case he was much more than a thorn. He was an iron chain, restricting you from living your life.
Then there was Levi. A faint smile etched its way on your face at the thought of him. If you had to describe him he’d be a rose. Red, the color of blood he has on his shirts. Red, the color of passion he shows you on intimate nights. Red, the color of love
Roses had thorns, symbolic of the deeds he’s done. If you wanted a rose you had to accept the thorns and you were more than willingly to be pricked to be with him. Sure it wasn’t normal, but you ere happy with him. Happy and loved.
Stopping in your tracks it dawns on you. You want to give him something, a gift to show your appreciation. Temporarily the fear you were experiencing was replaced by resolve. Instead of looking around for someone suspicious you look around for shops that bears good items for a present.
What to give him...he already has everything. And if he wanted something he can easily buy it.
This was harder than you anticipated. Passing by various shops there were less and less people around you. An uneasy feeling settles in your gut, demanding that you pay attention it it but you were too deep in thought about Levi’s gift.
“Maybe a suit? Yeah that sounds like a good gift.” Nodding to yourself you stop to search for a clothing shop when ice flooded your veins. There was no one in sight nor were there any buildings. You were alone on an empty street.
Alone.
Shit, where were you? You start panicking, whirling around to see if you saw any thing familiar. Did you take some turns? You swore you only walked straight but everything looks so foreign.
Okay okay calm down, deep breaths. I just need to calm down.
Letting out one last breath you begin walking again, talking out your phone to check the map. Everything will be under control, you just had to find where you are on the map and figure out a route from there. Your ears pick up on footsteps behind you and your eyes quickly dart to the side. From your peripheral vision you spot someone behind you. Following you.
You didn’t dare turn around to see if it was who you thought it was. Heart beat ringing loud in your ears it was difficult to even think. What do you, what do you?! Dammit, you wished you took up Levi’s offer for the bodyguards.
Levi.
With trembling fingers you hurry to to the contacts, begging for him to pick up.
“(Y/N)? Is there-”
“Levi there’s someone following me.” you whisper frantically, your fear and panic clear as crystal.
“Tell me your location.” Levi demands. In the background you hear shuffling but you disregard it.
“I don’t know, there’s no buildings or anyone here. Levi I’m scared, please help.” you plead, heart jumping into your throat when you hear the person gaining on you.
“I’m having my members track your phone. Once we find your location we’ll come for you. Stay on the line, understand?”
“I understand-”
Something whacks the back of your head hard, body colliding with the ground. The phone slips from your hands and slides away from you. Black dots cloud your vision, your head throbbing.
“(Y/N)? Oi (y/n), answer me! Dammit why aren’t you talking!?”
“Le...vi...,” you struggle to stay awake, weakly reaching your hand towards the phone but suddenly a foot slams on the device, smashing it to pieces. And just like that your hope at being rescued was crushed too. Unable to fight it any longer you succumb to the darkness.
~~~~
You hear voices but they sounded as if they were far, far away.
“Did you really have to hit her that hard Bertholdt? It looks like she may never wake up.”
“I-I didn’t hit her too hard. I just knocked her out, that’s all. She should wake up soon.”
“I hope so. I want to see her pretty eyes.”
Who are these voices....
The back of your head throbs as your sense slowly come back to you. A groan slips past your slips, catching the attention of the two people in the same room as you.
“See, she’s waking up.”
“Come on sweetheart, open your eyes.”
“Ngh...,” you moan from the pain, coming into consciousness. When you opened your eyes you wish you didn’t. You wish it was just another nightmare because if it was, it wouldn’t be real.
A bulky man with hazel eyes stares at you with a large grin on his face. Your mind screams. It’s him it’s him it’s him.
“Reiner.” You choke out, horror dancing across your face.
“It’s good to see you again (y/n).”
On instinct you try to move away from but you couldn’t. Glancing down you gasp at the ropes binding you to the chair. You were stuck, trapped in the this unknown place with him. No, this can’t be happening. You can’t be with him. The more you struggled the more the ropes dug into your skin.
“Sweetheart I’d advise you to stop or you’ll get hurt.” Reiner says in a sweet voice.
“Don’t call me that.” you're voice wavers. “I-I’m not your sweetheart.” god you were afraid, so afraid.
“Then what do you want me to call you? Doll? Honey?”
“Nothing!” you scream. “Just stop and let me go!”
Reiner chuckles, shaking his head, as if it was just a game to him. “I can’t do that. Bertholdt worked so hard for me to catch you. Letting you go will undo his hard work.”
Your eyes widen when you see the tall lanky man behind him, the same guy you saw at the store.
“Yeah, Bertholdt really helped me out. Delivering that letter to you, bringing you here. He even told the shop owner to give you the dress.” He leans forward and you back away as much as you could. His hand tugs on the hem of your dress. “You’re wearing the polka dot dress, why didn’t you wear the yellow sundress? It’s what you wanted, right?”
“Stop...,” you whimper.
“I haven’t even done anything yet.” His eyes shine. Looking over his shoulder he nods at Bertholdt. Understanding his message the man leaves, now you were truly alone with your worst nightmare.
“Reiner please...let me go....please...,” it was pathetic of you to beg, you know he wouldn’t listen to you. He was looking at you like you were some trophy to put on a shelf. You were like a rare bird he captured, clipping your wings. Stealing your freedom to fly.
“Like I said (y/n), I can’t do that.” He purrs, dragging a finger down your cheek and you flinch at the contact. “You break my heart (y/n). All I want to do is love you. You know what you did? You killed my friend who was just trying to take you to me.”
“He was stalking me!” you retort, clenching your eyes when you reminisce those memories. Following your every move like a shadow, you could never shake him. The day he broke into your home to leave a note was the last straw.
“You got it all wrong,” his breath fans your ear, his right hand sliding down your body. You hate it, you hate him. A yelp rips from your throat when he claws your side painfully. “But you didn’t do just that.” He growls. The atmosphere changed, he changed. No longer were sweet words pouring out of his mouth. No, he was mad. You begin to shake in your seat, terrified of his true colors.
“You decide to go fuck a mafia boss. You really like danger, don’t you (y/n)? Is that what attracts you (y/n)? Men with power? With money? Is that why you don’t want me? Is it because I’m not a boss but rather just a member of a mafia? It’s not thrilling enough for you?”
“Stop please!” You couldn’t stop the tears, the dam broken from all the words he said. They leave a searing trail down your cheeks, dripping onto the dirty floor. Grabbing your hair roughly he pulls back harshly, shoving his face directly in front of yours.
“Would it be better if I was a mafia boss? You would’ve have liked me then?”
“Reiner you could be anything and I still wouldn’t be with you.” You say through gritted teeth, wincing at the iron grip he has on your tresses.
“Oh?” he lifts an eyebrow, releasing you. “What makes big bad boss Levi better than me? What does he have that I don’t. Does he fuck you good, is that why? Are you just his little servant?”
“No!” you shake your head. “You don’t know anything about Levi, just like you don’t know anything about me!”
“I disagree, I watched you for a long time (y/n). I’d say I know you better than him. So now tell me...,” from his pocket he produces a knife, glinting in the light. You never expected him to actually hurt you, but what did you know about this psycho? Absolutely nothing. The bad presses against your neck, a sliver of blood trickling down your throat. “Tell me, why did you choose Levi?”
There were a number of ways to answer that and you knew he wouldn’t like it. But it was the truth, and like people say the truth hurts.
“Because he loves me,”you whisper, looking dead straight into Reiner’s eyes. “He treats me like a person, not an object.”
Like you expected he grows frustrated with your response. Creasing his brows together he claims,”(Y/n) you know I love you. Haven’t I showed you how much you mean to me?”
For some reason you laughed and even Reiner was caught off guard by it. “Reiner you don’t love me, you’re obsessed with me. There’s a difference. You want me to just be pretty for you. You want to lock me up so I have nowhere to go. You’re forcing me to love you.”
Levi gave you the option to just leave and forget him after that one night. It should’ve happened, but you both were drawn to each other. Naturally. Neither one of you was forced into the relationship. There was mutual understanding between the two of you. Levi did his thing and you did yours. He loved you and you loved him.
But in Reiner’s head it was a different story. His illusions and imaginations were his reality.
“You’re just blind,” he spits out. “I love you (y/n), and I will prove it to you.”
“Is kidnapping me and hurting me proving that you love me!?”
A loud smack echos in the air. Your head was twisted to the side, your cheek stinging with pain. You breath heavily, turning back to face him. Reiner had a wild look in his eyes, making your stomach churn.
“Sometimes a little pain is in order to make people understand.”
This was what he truly was. His facade of a charming, flirty man washed away to reveal what was underneath.
“Monster,” you say in a hushed tone. “You’re a monster...,”
“Is that what you’re calling me? You should get your facts straight (y/n). The man you’re with is the real monster.”
“He’s not, he’s nothing like you. He’s not a monster.” you counter.
“Oh (y/n),” he speaks to you like you were a child, pitying you. “He leaves you in the dark. You don’t know the dirty things he’s done. Tell, doesn’t that sound like a monster to you? Deceiving you, saying that he loves you. It’s so cruel of him to do that to you.”
He’s messing with you, planting seeds of doubt in your head but you refuse to let them take root. You may not know Levi completely, especially with his line of work, but you know Levi. The man who protects you. The man who cares about the wellbeing of his members. The man who has love deep inside his heart.
A newfound sense of courage floods your system. “Reiner, you can try to play with my mind. You can threaten me, yell at me. But you can’t change my feelings. You can’t get what you want. I love Levi, no one else. And if you’re going to hurt me, go ahead. It won’t change anything.”
You shouldn’t have said the last two lines. It wasn’t your intention to taunt him, but you point still stands. No matter how much you screamed or cried, you would never turn you back on Levi. Ever.
“You’re a real pain,” Reiner snarls. “You want to be hurt that badly? Fine I’ll deliver.”
Shutting your eyes you brace yourself. Would it be the knife digging into your flesh? Or will he use his fists?
Turns out it was neither because as soon as you closed your eyes the door burst open, the force so great it broke off the hinges.
“Get away from my woman. Now.”
Eyes snapping open your head whips towards the doorway. “Levi!” you cry out in relief. He was here, he found you. Looking past him you spot Bertholdt on his knees, his face bloody. Eren was behind him, a gun pointed to his head. He was no match for Levi and his gang, just like Reiner.
“So, you came for her.” Reiner says lowly, walking behind you, the knife still pressed against you.
“Tch, so the Warriors huh? I knew something was up. So Zeke decided to send his pathetic underlings here.” Levi mocks him. Reiner grips the handle of the knife tighter. “Don’t think we’re some weak gang-”
“You are.” Levi interrupts. He glances over to you, his eyes widening when he spots the handprint on your cheek and the blood on your neck. Anger rolls off him in waves, his jaw clenched as he looks back at Reiner.
“You hurt her,” he seethes. “You touched her with your filthy hands.”
His voice was chilling but the temperature in the room was rising. From your peripheral vision you see Reiner slightly quivering in his spot. Good, for once he was the one who was afraid.
“S-Stay back!” Reiner’s warning falls deaf on Levi’s ears as he approaches you. Stalking towards him like he was about to tear into him.
“Maybe I should sever both your heads and send them to Zeke’s doorsteps. Better yet, I should torture you for what you’ve done to her.” His dark tone sends shivers down your spine. You’ve never seen this side of Levi before, a far cry from how soft he is towards you. So this was what a mafia boss was like. Cold, deadly, ruthless. No mercy.
“If you come any closer I’ll-”
A bang resonates in the air and cuts off Reiner how as now groaning on the floor, clutching his shoulder. It was so fast you didn’t even see Levi take out his gun and fire. “Your mistake was going after (y/n), and for that I will make you suffer.” he promises. Barking out orders to his members they drag Reiner away.
It was all over.
In an instant Levi dropped to his knees in front of you, cutting through the restraints that bounded you to the chair. Once all the rope was cut he gathered you into his arms, his arms so tight you could barely breath. You didn’t care, you hugged him back equally are hard, inhaling his scent and relishing the warmth that enveloped you.
You were safe.
“Fuck, I’m so sorry I didn’t come sooner.” he rasps out, emotions warring inside him.
“What are you apologizing for? You saved me Levi. I should be saying sorry for not telling you about this sooner.” you tilt your head up, showing him a smile. “Thank you,” you caress his cheek. He does the same to you, but his fingers barely ghost over your skin, careful not to hurt you further.
Swooping down he captures your lips in a kiss, aching for you. His desperation, relief, worry, everything was poured into it. You respond back with just as much vigor. He set you free from your cage, letting you fly. God you love him so much.
“I won’t let another man touch you. I’ll make anyone pay if they dare,” he breathes against you lips. You would’ve responded if not for the fact at how drained you, slumping against him.
You could rest easy now knowing you were in Levi’s ams. Where you belong.
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AWWWWWWW TORU AND YUKI HAVE THE CUTEST RELATIONSHIP I JUST CANT THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HER ABD JUST EVERYTHING THEY HSVE IS JUST SO WHOLESOME THEY NEED TO OPEN THEIR EYES TO SEE THAT THIS ISNT PRETEND ANYMORE GET TOGETHER ALREADY
NOT HORI BEING KINKY SHE LIKES BEING DEGRADED THIS SHOW IS JUST UM... A BIT TOO MUCH AND WHY DID YUKI REJECT THAT ABSOLUTE HOTIE LIKE IM SINGLE HEY YANAGI LOL LIKE IDC IF YIU CANT SEE ILL SHOW YOU A GOOD TIME BUT NOT LIKE THAT BC YOURE 17
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