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jojomheffer · 10 days

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; y/n became a pornstar because of suna rintarou.

synopsis: y/n's and her brother lost a poker match against the japanese volleyball players and now she got ganged up by kageyama tobio, tsukishima kei, and suna rintarou while getting filmed.

warning: foursome, gang bang, finger-fucking, anal fucking, throat fucking, tits play, nipple play, vaginal penetration, throat goat, finger penetration, live sex, film sex, voyeurism, humiliation, dirty talks, calling names such as: slut, whore, bitch.

I shut my eyes tightly while instinctively biting my lower lip, overwhelmed by the sensation that surged through me when Kageyama Tobio's adept tongue gently fondled my gauzy clit. As his tongue explored the sensitive region, an electrifying tingling began to spread through my entire body, leaving me quivering with a luscious weakness. My breath hitched, and a soft moan escaped me, barely audible, every time his warm tongue made contact with my throbbing clit, causing me to arch my back in delectation.

However, amidst the intense pleasure, Kageyama's hands firmly pressed against me, urging me to remain still. His muffled voice breathed out a command as he continued to expertly pleasure my swollen clit, "Don't move." And with those words hanging in the air, he skillfully slid his tongue into my already dripping wet slit.

I uttered his name, "Tobio", in a soft moan, expressing a mixture of pleasure and longing. My fingers tightened their hold on his navy blue bedsheet, feeling its soft fabric caress my palms.

I felt my thighs shaking uncontrollably as his tongue delicately ventured within me, savoring the sensation like it was the most exquisite treat. Simultaneously, his hands slithered up towards my chest, caressing it with a sensuality that sent shivers down my spine. He tenderly squeezed my breast, causing me to instinctively roll my eyes back in pleasure, all while I could feel the weakening effect his touch had on my entire body.

As I sensually pressed my feet against his t-shirt, an indescribable pleasure overwhelmed me, causing unruly moans to escape my lips. The sensation intensified as my toes instinctively curled, responding to Kageyama's actions. In a moment of passion, he shook his head and assertively squeezed my nipples, sending waves of ecstasy through my body. The intense pleasure caused my back to arch, undulating with each motion, while I could sense his intense gaze fixed upon me as he deftly pleasured me with his tongue.

It was an implausible celestial and transcendental encounter, as I found myself gazing skyward in sheer ecstasy. The ardor of his oral exploration left me utterly pleased, and my pleasure consumed me as I could not resist exclaiming his name amidst the breathtaking celestial sights. The stars twinkled above, the galaxy stretched out before me, and the ethereal beauty of the Milky Way entwined with the heavenly presence of the diety. synchronous, my tits danced delightfully as Kageyama artfully indulged in fondling and caressing them.

I let out a startled cry, my voice filled with a mixture of astonish and satisfaction, as Kageyama's tongue began to move in a swirling motion inside my already wet and aroused core. The intense sensation caused me to instinctively grasp onto his hair, my fingers tightly entwined in his locks, as I attempted to communicate my desire for him to pause. However, in that very moment, Kageyama understood, without any verbal exchange, that I did not want him to cease his actions.

I must say, this crazy sensation I'm currently experiencing surpasses any other I've ever encountered during my entire stay in Japan thus far. As I delicately arched my back, an astonishing surprise awaited me, causing my eyes to widen in startled: a pair of fingers began sensually caressing and stimulating my clitoris, leaving me breathless with pleasure, while simultaneously being accompanied by the heat of his saliva as it intimately touched my sensitive area.

"Tsukishima move!" Kageyama emitted a low, guttural growl as Tsukishima Kei hastened the speed at which he intertwined his fingers

"Fuck you tellin' me? You're literally sipping all the juices that's coming out from her all because I was playing with this little thing." As Tsukishima's fingers grazed my clitoris, a surge of pleasure engulfed me, evoking a gentle moan to escape my lips, while simultaneously, my nipples became erect and sensitive under his skillful touch. Meanwhile, Kageyama attentively attended to my nipples, neatly massaging and squeezing them with his nimble fingers, heightening the sensations coursing through my body.

As my head was gently tilted by a hand, I couldn't help but notice Tsukishima, wearing a mischievous smirk, observing my reaction. His fingers were teasingly toying with my tongue, while Tobio was passionately pleasuring me. Consequently, my breasts were being sensually squeezed by his hands. All the while, I found myself unable to tear my gaze away from Tsukishima, who was also captivated by our intimate encounter.

"Hey slut," Tsukishima called out for me. "You like getting toyed by your brother's friends?" With a mischievous tone, he inquired before moving closer towards my face and playfully deposited his saliva onto my lips, which he subsequently spread using his fingers.

My body felt an overwhelming surge of sensations as Tsukishima placed his fingers vigorously in my mouth, causing me to choke, and my eyes coerced rolled back in response. Meanwhile, Kageyama proceeded to slip two of his fingers inside my pussy, evoking a sudden mixture of pleasure. Simultaneously, he deftly inserted a single finger into my rear, sending shivers of delight and excitement through my body. This intense combination of stimuli resulted in my body trembling uncontrollably, overwhelmed by the unexpected rush of pleasure.

With tears streaming down my face, I wept out, "S-stop." Tsukishima gazed at me with a docile expression and asked, "Wouldn't a slut like you wants to get finger fuck your three holes?"

As their fingers explored every inch of my body, a wave of tension surged through me, causing my muscles to tighten involuntarily. Overwhelmed by the intense sensations, tears welled up in my eyes as Kei ventured deeper with his fingers, penetrating my throat, while Kageyama skillfully extended his tongue inside me. The combination of Tsukishima's rhythmic pumping and Kageyama's tantalizing movements sent waves of pleasure coursing through my core, leaving me in a state of blissful surrender.

My entire body was gripped by rhythmic movements, causing me to uncontrollably tremble, as I experienced the intrusion of another set of fingers penetrating my pussy, forcefully expanding its walls. In my state of vulnerability, I instinctively called out "K-kageyama!" unable to defend myself against these two assholes who smiled timidly, voyeuristically observing me as I lay on the bed, merely a plaything in their hands.

Tsukishima sat on the other side of me, and Kageyama got up and sat next to me. They began sticking their fingers inside of me, making me cry with pleasure. "Fuck, use that useless hands, whore!" The king, Kageyama, angrily exclaimed, pumping his fingers in and out of me, while Tsukishima simply grinned at the way I was treated.

As I sensually ran my hands along their erect members, a soft whimper escaped their lips, enhancing the intensity of the moment. With a seductive bite on my lower lip, I skillfully caressed their throbbing shafts, gently gliding my fingers up and down their lengths. The sensation intensifying, their hands responded with a newfound urgency, desperately attempting to maintain control over my fervent grip.

"Tsu- Tob- aagghh!"

Tsukishima laughed as Suna said while filming me getting fingered by these two Karasuno boys "Look, the slut of Karasuno doesn't even know which name she's gonna moan."

I cursed in frustration as their gaze widened and their pleasure intensified when I firmly grasped their manhood, and one of them unintentionally discovered the exact spot I had been longing for. As their four fingers penetrated me, I felt my self-control slipping away. In a moment of ecstasy, I involuntarily shook my head, and Tsukishima found amusement in my unrestrained response as I playfully teased the tip of his cock. He gleefully taunted me by extending both his middle and index fingers to stimulate my G-spot.

I felt my throat tightening again as Tsukishima removed his finger from my mouth and replaced it with something much larger – a massive cock belonging to Suna Rintaro. Suna, unexpectedly, positioned himself above my head and forcefully began thrusting his manhood into my mouth. It was as if he was treating my mouth as a rubber pussy, and the sensation caused me to gag and drool uncontrollably. To make matters more intense, Suna was even filming the explicit act, capturing the moment his cock reached the depths of my throat.

He's sticking his big ass dick in my throat and fucking me on camera while the three of them were chuckling like how they like seeing me in this state.

Suna's lips curled into an amused smile as he witnessed the reaction unfolding before him. My eyes instinctively rolled back, overwhelmed by the intense sensations surging through my body as his member occupied my throat. A mixture of pain and pleasure, tears welled up in my eyes, silently streaming down my cheeks. Meanwhile, Kageyama's teeth grazed against my sensitive nipple, teasingly nibbling on it, while Tsukishima skillfully lavished attention on my other nipple, sending waves of bliss coursing through every fiber of my being. The combination of their ministrations rendered me ecstatically delirious, every touch pushing me further into a transcendent state of pleasure.

My hands made rhythmic taps on different surfaces. Suddenly, I experienced a sensation as a scorching tongue delicately grazed my intimate area, prompting an immediate and intense release of pleasure that resulted in a spontaneous squirting. This unexpected occurrence abruptly halted our actions and captured the attention of Miya Atsumu, whose face bore witness to this intimate moment. Tsukishima, attempting to stifle his laughter, struggled to maintain composure, but soon the both of them' expressions turned serious as Atsumu confidently rose to his feet, positioning himself right between my trembling thighs.

"What a fucking disrespectful bitch you are." Atsumu forcefully pushed my legs apart and began masturbating himself, before vigorously thrusting his large member deep inside me. The pain from his penetration was excruciating, but I had no choice but to endure it. Meanwhile, the other three in the room carried on with whatever the fuck they are doing with my body, seemingly unaffected by my presence. The entire ordeal was being recorded, capturing every explicit detail of me being penetrated by these volleyball players. It was a humiliating situation that I found myself in, all because I lost a poker match that we had played earlier.

As Rintarou filmed me getting lewd with him and his friends, I'm going to be the popular girl in Japan again.

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jojomheffer · 19 days

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JJK MEN TWITTER LINKS

☆ Gojo Satoru ☆

Subby Satoru begging you to let him cum

He couldn't wait to get home so...

Rubbing your pussy

☆ Toji Fushiguro ☆

Riding his fat cock

Just the tip

Making you cum with just his fingers

☆ Geto Suguru ☆

Backshots

He loves your trampstamp

A little spanking never hurt

☆ Choso Kamo ☆

Eats pussy like a champ

Jerking him off through his boxers

Subby choso playing with his nips

☆ Nanami Kento ☆

Fingering your pretty cunt

He makes you so wet

Early mornings w Nanami

The amount of porn I watched was astronomical 💀

Will I do it again?..... yes

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jojomheffer · 20 days

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I THINK DILUC IS AUTISTIC

Game Diluc.

These are some symptoms that I hc him having them. Also, this is something I have the right to say because I also have ASD (Autistic spectrum disorder).

In behavior: aggression, self-mutilation, crying, lack of eye contact, shouting, hyperactivity, involuntary imitation of another person's movements, impulsivity, inappropriate social interaction, irritability, repetitive movements, repetition of meaningless words, meaningless repetition of one's own words or persistent repetition of words or actions.

I headcanon him having a lot of those in his childhood, mainly the repetition and imitation of things and hyperactivity. He lacked eye contact because of his disorder but he was taught to look people in the eyes when he grew up, yes that's possible, just like someone with ADHD can be taught on how to be focused and determined. He stopped doing it when he grew up because those are symptoms that catch mainly the kids.

The social interaction, the shouting, the aggression... all of the others, he still have them, but it's too subtle to notice. You can notice when you see other characters talking about him, and some others he might hide them.

Developmentally: speech delay in a child or learning disability

Bitch took YEARS to get used to his vision and when he got used to it, he left it at home to beat the fatui's ass.

In cognition: lack of attention or intense interest in a limited number of things

He fucking loves chess, is completely obsessed about it. He also loves creating new drinks and reading history books. Dont ask me, I just feel it from the deep of my neurodivergent brain.

Psychological symptoms: depression or ignoring the emotions of others

Do I have to say anything?

In speech: speech disorder or loss of speech

He has to think a lot to get to a phrase that makes sense, his brain just gets words randomly according to the situation and he has to think of a way of connecting them. It takes some time, but it is a game that we have to be quick so i headcanon that if we were there, we would have to take long in trying to get him to speak.

Also common: constant tiptoeing, anxiety, lack of empathy, sensitivity to sound or tic

He has tics in his eyes, where he looks to the side for bare seconds and then come back, it is due to the disorder lack of eye contact, but he was taught to do it so he automatically comes back to looking into the eyes of the person. Lack of empathy is not understanding people's emotions, not even his. He has to read a lot of books to get a conclusion of how you felt in a rainy day or maybe in a sunny day. Anxiety, I don't have to talk about it, it turns out into hyperactivity and he overthinks of 50 things at the same time. The tiptoeing he also did in his childhood, but stopped because of his development.

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jojomheffer · 29 days

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“𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡”ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

synopsis: diluc using you infront of the other maids

tags: exhibitionism, fr33use, vulgar, explicit, i’m not getting into heaven

wrd cnt: 640+

a/n: lord have mercy on my SOUL.

Being Dilucs maid is the best thing that could have happened to you. He wanted you and you fully. Sure, he had plenty of other maids but they could never posses him with the same feelings you gave him. And he made that quite clear.

He’d check your work every now and then, and tonight he was watching as you swiped the dining table. A few other maids were cleaning around the place, some in the lobby, or the wine cellar, and some replacing the wood in the fireplace.

He walked up behind you, inspecting your work.

He took a finger and swiped it across the wood, “Good girl,” he murmured, his fingers trailing up your thighs. “Now, I want you to bend over the table and lift your skirt.”  The boldness of his words left your face in a deep rouge of red. Everyone was in the room, yet you did as he said, the cool wooden surface pressing against your stomach as you lifted your skirt, exposing your lace panties to the room. You could feel the other maids' eyes on you, but you couldn't bring yourself to care as Diluc's hand came down on your bare skin with a loud smack.  “I think it’s time you took a small break”, he growled, his hand coming down again and again, the sting turning into pleasure with each strike. “Do you want that dear?.” He pulled your panties off and left them at your ankles, one large hand on your ass while he played with your folds, spreading them apart and coating his fingers in your juices.   You moaned in agreement, your arousal dripping down your thighs as he continued to spank you, the other maids' gasps and whispers only adding to the heat in your core. But Diluc seemed unfazed, his attention solely on you and the pleasure he was giving you.

“You did such wonderful work for me today.” He says, “You’re so wet, do you like it when they watch you? They’re all staring at your wet cunt.” He whispered against your ear, hunched over and grinding his clothed cock on your rear.

You can only nod and drool around the fingers in your mouth, sucking on them as you look behind you to meet his eyes, the same ones he just put in your hole moments ago.

He chuckled, reveling in the sight of your sluttiness.

“You want them to watch you take my cock?” he asked, his voice husky with desire.  You nodded, bracing yourself as he positioned himself behind you, his hand gripping your hip as he pushed into you with one smooth thrust. You cried out at the feeling of his size filling you, your head spinning with pleasure and the thrill of being used by him in front of others.

“I expect the rest of you to keep working.” He announcement, the flock of women turning their faces and moving their dusters around.

Diluc's pace was slow and steady, his hand on your hip guiding you as he slammed into you over and over again. You could hear the other maids mumbling behind the tables and overlooking down from the stairs or second floor, but all you could focus on was the intense pleasure radiating through your body.  His words only added fuel to the fire, and you could feel yourself nearing your release. You dug your nails into the wooden table, trying to hold on as Diluc's thrusts became more urgent.  “You’re close aren’t you,” he growled, his hand reaching around to rub your clit. “Cum all over my cock, I know you want to. You’ve done it plenty before. Show them what a little slut you are”.   And that was all it took for you to come undone, your body shaking with pleasure as Diluc continued to thrust into you, riding out your orgasm. He soon followed, his body tensing as he emptied himself inside you in a deep guttural moan, fucking all his cum inside your hole before watching it drip out onto the floor.

He picked the first maid he could see hiding behind the curtain to clean it up.

whimsic4alwasab1 ™ - do not copy, translate, modify, or claim any of my work as your own.

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jojomheffer · 1 month

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baby's breath | 9

↠ summary: Merely by coincidence, Erwin, your father's former friend had crossed paths with you again after nearly a decade. He offered solace once finding out you were struggling with not just school, but your home life as well. His home he shared with another one of your father's friends, Levi, became a sanctuary. Though, the more you came over for study sessions, the more they wiggled themselves into your private life. And like baby's breath, they weeded themselves in so deep you couldn't uproot them.

↠ word count: 3,057

↠ pairing: levi ackerman x reader x erwin smith

↠ genre/warnings: angst, smut, modern au, DARK CONTENT, yandere, daddy kink, forced infantilism, pet play, age gap, collars, slight shock torture

The neighbor’s must never be home. This you had deduced as you were sat outside soaking up the late July Sun. In the couple weeks following after Levi had spanked you over the tub, you had become docile. Well, as docile as you can be.

Out of self-preservation, you dialed down your abundant want to be anywhere but this damn house. Also Levi had kept the gag on even after your punishment was over and your jaw started to feel like it would fall off. So you listened.

It took two days before Levi trusted you enough to take the gag off besides when to eat and to brush your teeth. Trust would be a stretch since you both knew Levi didn’t believe an ounce of your obedient act. You weren’t necessarily trying to fool him or Erwin, you just needed time to recuperate.

If the shorter man of the two kept running you ragged you would never have enough energy to escape. Mustering up all your willpower, you bit your tongue and allowed them to treat you as lesser than. The routines were kept up.

Erwin would pick out your clothes in the morning as he took you out of the crate and kissed your forehead as a goodbye. An underlying threat in his sweet gesture when he told you to be good. Every single time he turned around you resisted the urge to throw the stupid pink, frilly clothes at his big head.

As if he sensed it every time, Levi would walk into the room and take the clothes. There he would lead you into the bathroom and help you—more so forcibly—get ready for the day. Nothing you did you were allowed to do on your own. The only luxury Levi offered was letting you eat without assistance. Other than that, he’s on you like a hawk.

They weren’t awful enough to only let you wear skirts or dresses, but the shorts bestowed upon you were still covered in lace and frills. You could only count your blessings, no matter how miniscule.

So there, you sat on the living room floor in a babydoll style shirt and short bloomers. Despite the hot weather, a shiver ran through your body. Today, Erwin had been home as it’s the weekend. On Sundays were the only days he allowed himself a break from work. So to your surprise, despite it being Saturday, he didn’t leave for his home office.

Mid-morning sunlight streamed in from the open curtains. After begrudgingly letting Erwin feed you, he guided you to the living room. Instead of leading you to the couch, he had you sit on the floor by his feet. Leaning on his knees, his form encased yours. Those deep sapphires bore into you.

“You have been so good lately,” The words were a statement, but his tone seemed questioning. “Good behavior must be rewarded, right, Levi?”

Erwin looked over your head to Levi who made his way to stand behind you. You were completely caged in. You did not like what those words meant.

“What do you mean?”

The huge man gave you a smile filled with mirth and something darker. He’s scheming. Two can play at that game.

“If you could have anything you want, what would it be?”

His words were a honey trap meant to lure you in with a sweet promise. The sticky nectar would only entangle you further if you weren’t careful or dared to move too far. You bit your lip in thought. Whatever you say had to be done precisely.

Not leaving his gaze, you meekly asked, “Anything?” He liked you small.

Teeth all on display, he grinned with chilling warmth, “Anything.”

Glancing to the Sun blaring through the window, you turned back to him, “I want to go outside.”

His face fell slightly before the skin jumped back up to mask his obvious discontent, but you continued. “Under your terms.”

Throughout this exchange, you dared not look at Levi. All confidence you had would vanish in an instant. He wore you down in all the worst ways. Your plan would shatter and disintegrate.

You longed to feel the Sun on you. This house grew boring quickly and each day you spent here, the more claustrophobic you felt. Desperation would be an understatement. Day in and day out were your rights as a human violated, treated as a pet or a toy or a child.

Those miniscule pings of trust they had in you, you were going to sap dry and leave this place. Whether it be in a ditch, body long since cold, or back in the warmth this merciless world offered.

“Our terms?” Erwin probed.

“I don’t even have to leave the front steps and I wouldn’t be alone either. All I ask is to go outside, just for a bit. Please?”

Both men are silent.

You vehemently refused to break eye contact with Erwin. At this point you are graveling, on your hands and knees to get your point across. You set up the board, and it is now their turn to move the pieces unknowingly in your favor.

Erwin did not speak more as he got up, knees cracking. You could only pathetically watch as he disregarded your proposition.

Levi still standing, never letting his focus on you waver. Finally, you rotate to him. His face didn’t portray anything. You were only left more confused than before. He said anything and you made sure to ask for something within reason. Should you have been more patient?

“Get off the floor, it’s dirty,” Levi broke you from your spiraling.

He did not offer a hand, but stayed close. Obeying, you got up and brushed the imaginary dust from your knees. You looked over to where Erwin retired to his office. You could only hope this didn’t set you back to square one.

The next day Erwin had returned to you, a little more chipper than you would like. He had his hand behind his back obviously hiding something from you. Breakfast spread across the table, Levi had gotten you up this morning instead of Erwin. The break in routine already had you on edge.

You had barely begun to eat when Erwin’s lumbering form emerged from the doorway and crossed over to you. Your eyes followed him as he came closer. He knelt before you, a hand grabbing one of your knees so your legs began the swivel of your body being turned towards him. Shoulder leaning against the back of the chair, you stared down at him in question.

“I gave it some thought about your request,” He paused to analyze every and any indication to what you were thinking, “It has been a while since you’ve been outside.”

His words were too good to be true. There was a catch. There was always a catch.

That same grin crept back onto his handsome face. From behind him, he pulled out a collar. The type you would put onto a dog. You stared at the pink, webbed nylon sat in his palm. The material was thick along with the width of the collar—it would easily encompass most of your neck. It seemed almost too bulky, but you didn’t question it. The front buckle had a lock on it. Its cutesy, heart shape mocked you.

“I also have a proposition to make. You can go outside and accompany Levi as he does yardwork, but you must be collared.” Erwin chuckled at your twitching lip. He knew you did not want that thing around your neck. “… Or you can stay inside.”

The with me stayed silent, but heavily implicated.

Your hands laid in your lap, right where his almost brushed against yours. You pondered what to do. Erwin knew you wanted so bad to go outside, but the thought of being collared like a dog disgusted you. Though this isn’t what held you back. It's you sneakily being tested to which man you would prefer. Of course, it would be neither, but Erwin’s a man of mind games.

Not caring how much this would offend the man before you, you muttered from your place above him, “Outside.”

At that, he stood to his full height, establishing the power once more. Your head followed his motion. Gently, he moved your hair from your neck and brought the thick collar around your neck. You flinched from the cold metal biting your skin. His deft fingers threaded the nylon together until the collar sat firm on your throat but not enough to constrict your breathing.

Stubbornly, you stared at his stomach and not up. Two of his fingers went under the collar and tugged on it. Glancing up instinctively, Erwin nodded to himself in satisfaction and then stepped back.

From behind you, Levi cleared his throat. You jumped as he grabbed his plate and set it into the sink.

“Come. Put your shit away and follow. We are wasting daylight.”

Eager to get out of this stuffy house, you rinsed off your plate, the rushing water sharp in your ears. Cutting it off, you stepped in tow with Levi. In his hands were a leash, a contrasting black leather to the pink entangling your throat.

As Levi stepped into his work boots, you stared at your socked feet. You didn’t have any shoes.

You expressed this to the man crouched down, tying his laces together.

“You don’t need them.”

“But then my socks will get dirty,” You argued.

His eyes sharpened into a scowl. Muttering under his breath, he opened the closet keeping the coats and bent down. He emerged with a pair of old slippers, and tossed them at your feet.

“There, spoiled brat.”

You opened your mouth to counter that you didn’t care about dirt, but you knew he would kick up a fuss like the grouchy old man he was, though decided to clack your teeth together. Getting the last word wasn’t worth whatever he dished out.

So you slipped your feet into the flimsy shoes and waited for Levi to finish unlocking the door. He swung the door open. Sun kissed your dull skin. You closed your eyes and took in the humid air from the summer light. A stray, white butterfly fluttered by you. You smiled. Somewhere someone had been thinking of you—or at least that’s how the superstition went.

Shuffling off the porch, you didn’t wonder too far from Levi. He didn’t give an instruction you were allowed to free roam and the leash clutched in his finger didn’t give any indication he wanted to. Across the plush, green grass, he brought you back to where he had drowned you with the hose.

The pavement suffocated both you and the grass begging to creep from under its oppressive weight. Your skin crawled as cold flooded your veins. Soon your blood ran a clear, icy water. The thin liquid filled you to the brim until you tilted your chin up to avoid the impending flood.

Levi snapped his fingers. “Hey, Hey! Brat, wake the fuck up.”

Shaking out the water from your ears, you stared blankly at the man. “Huh?”

He jabbed a finger into your forehead, “Are you listening?”

Your confused expression must have given away you indeed hadn’t been listening. He sighed, and stepped further into your space. Hooking the latch on the leash into the ring on the collar, he gave it a small tug. You stumbled closer, a hand gripping his sturdy forearm for balance.

“Sit.”

Shoving you down, your knees landed on the soft ground. To the side of you was a hook emerging from the grass. Stuck into the dirt sat a stake perfect for your leash to be threaded through.

Levi crouched right next to the hoop and tied the leash tight so there was no way for you to tug it free. You observed intently about how good Levi’s at tying knots. It made you shutter.

Still close to you, he pulled his fingers through the collar as Erwin did, but with more force. He tugged you to him so you collapsed on your hands.

“Don’t ruin this for yourself.”

You said nothing. Those steely irises pierced into your psyche. It scared you shitless how easily he read you. Stupidly you would forget how intelligent this man was.

Releasing the collar, he pushed you from him and walked over to the basement door. With ease he hauled the left door open. Your shoulders hunched at the screeching metal. From over the door, he gave another threat.

“I will be out faster than your shit brains can think of an idiotic plan. Stay. Put.”

God, did he grate your nerves. Maybe you could find a rock to chuck at his head, then he’ll see how fast he can give snarky remarks. But with how he is, he would simply catch it and then bash your brains out of your skull.

Despite his warnings, you scanned the area for what you desired. Levi’s soft foot-falls dimmed with each step he took further into the basement. Scrambling, you tugged at the stake to no avail. Instantly giving up, you glanced around for anything else. You looked up at the window to see if Erwin’s watching. The coast’s clear.

Crawling to the loop, you desperately clawed at the leash to unravel it. Growing more frustrated in your time crunch, you unhook the leash and more easily untie it from the stake. Just in time you are able to free the leash.

Clambering over to the basement door, you don’t even peer over it to make sure you don’t hit Levi, you push it down. It slammed shut with an audible rattle. Levi’s shout is muffled.

Working quickly, you sat on both doors while you looped it over and over the leash through the handle. Tripling knotting it, you ignore Levi pounding against the metal. His pushes lift you off the door for a mere moment, but it’s enough.

Trusting the knots were secure, you scampered off the doors and ran full force into the woods. The leash would only stop Levi for so long as he would surely give up and go through the other doors. All you needed was to get to the neighbors who couldn’t be more than a mile away considering you could see their house lights.

Five minutes. Five minutes was all you needed to escape this hellhole.

Erwin must have seen you too at this point, but you weren’t too worried about him. He would never do the dirty work himself.

The treeline just broke when searing pain coursed through you. Crumpling to the ground with a piercing screech, you clawed at your throat. Your fingers scrambled to get the collar on your throat off you as it sent more electric shocks through your body. You could barely take in the trees surrounding you. Writhing in the dirt and broken twigs, you cried and pleaded for anyone, anything to stop the pain.

Your legs pathetically kicked out as your eyes rolled in the back of your head. As the oxygen rapidly left your lungs—choking on your own foaming spit—you gasped when it returned. You couldn’t even turn over to breathe in properly. Only twitch and cough on your own saliva.

Your flickering lids peer upwards to Levi standing over, visibly annoyed. A remote sat in his shaking fist. His shoulders heaved from both anger and exertion. Glancing at the basement doors still tied up, he must have run through the whole house just to get to you.

He dug his heel in your stomach, “Didn’t I say to stay put.”

You couldn’t even rebuttal or try to get him off you. All you could do was accept his cruel treatment, how his foot went upwards to crush your rib cage.

Relief filled you as he took off his foot, but it’s short-lived. Leaning down, he grabbed the back of the collar and lugged you through the dirt. Coughing, you frantically gripped behind to offer some sort of reprieve. The collar dug into your larynx and the raw skin.

Weakly your heels scraped against the ground to stop him from hauling you to wherever you were going. Along the way, you lose one of the slippers. Crossing the yard, you gagged at him shoving you further up. Your nails tilled the grass beneath you. You grunted as you went up the step on the porch. Bruises would definitely litter your back after today.

Kicking open the door, Levi dragged you through the mud room and into the living room to where Erwin sat patiently. The shorter man dumped you at his feet.

Growling, he pointed at you, “You deal with her or else I’m going to slaughter your little princess.”

Stomping back out the house, he slammed the door so loud the house shuttered. Erwin paid him no mind as he stared down at your gasping form. You wanted this damn collar off, off, off.

He gripped the hand that tugged at the lock, he tutted, “Uh uh, bad girl.”

With your hand still clutched in his palm, he pulled you up to sit in his lap. Sagging further into the recliner, he hugged you close to his chest. Too strained to resist, you let yourself be cradled. Ever so doting, Erwin slipped the slipper still attached to your foot off and dropped it somewhere on the floor.

The heavy hand on your hip stroked up and down. He kept his hand over the clothes, his touch never straying.

Your body knew the danger you were in, but your brain had been fried, scrambled to bits. Tense in understanding, you couldn’t completely fall into his embrace. Your tendons awaited the next shock. You don’t think you could ever be able to relax again until the collar came off.

Your breath brushed against the skin of Erwin’s exposed collarbone. “Am I- am I in trouble?”

“I think you learned your lesson already…” His words hung in the air.

“But?”

“Sleep. You need the rest.”

Tears softly spilled, staining his shirt. He may think you were disciplined enough, but did Levi?

Erwin smiled when you curled further into his embrace. Just for a moment, naively believing the words he was a passive bystander of your punishment, and not the executioner.

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The Damned Pt. 4

Toji Zenin x fem! reader

Synopsis: forced to get in with the Zenin clan by your parents as a servant, Toji Zenin seemed to damn you more than himself….

mentions of sexy times….:p

Toji's eyes pried open when the sun hit his face at an angle, warming the skin at a slow pace. His eyes instinctively snapped open to the window and he was awed by the sight of the sun rising, hues of purple and warm orange clouded the sky. It was beautiful.

That's what he would've thought if you weren't beside him. He really didn't want to be thinking about you like this, but how could he not when you were literally in his bed, your warmth surrounding you and the bed? You were still asleep, your cheek softly pressing into the pillow, breathing softly as the straps of your nightdress started falling down your shoulders. Your hair was a mess and covered your fluttering eyelids. Without thinking, he tucked a few strands of your hair behind your ear, gazing intently at your fanned lashes and parted lips. Your nightdress was slipping down as your shoulders and collarbones, he remembered the way he buried his face into your shoulders last night.

God, you were fucking stunning. He cursed you for it. Why couldn't you be a dull old bag like the other servants around the compound? No.. you were his assigned servant. You stirred and he immediately retracted his hand. Toji didn't have any disturbances in his sleep when you were here, what the hell did that mean? If anyone found you in his room, you'd be killed and he would be exiled. You really shouldn't be here, but he didn't want to disturb you and make all of this awkward for the both of you. He hoped no one would catch you in here.

Toji slowly got up and entered his bathroom to freshen up and get changed for the day ahead. There were no assigned battles or sessions today, it just gave him a chance to use the gym and train his ridiculously strong body. After he came out of the bathroom dressed for the gym, his eyes were drawn to you. You stretched your arms above your head and breathed deeply, he liked the small slivers of skin he saw. Toji took in the sight of you here, lying there, in his bed as beautiful as ever, one last time.

As Toji entered the gym, he felt relief wash over him. He liked this. He liked working out. Working out made him disciplined and in control. This was the only day in the week he could say that he didn't mind.

You blinked your eyes open as tiredness ached at your body. You yawned the sleep away and a look of surprise flashed over your face. Oh...yes. You stayed in Toji's room last night, his bed, next to him.

Your mind went blank as you registered that.

You stayed in Toji's bed. Your master's bed?

All night?

In his bed?

Shock pulled you back to reality, it hit you in the face like a brick. If anyone caught you in here then God knows what will happen. You shoot up from the bed and do his bed before you carefully make your way to your servant quarters. Fear and uneasiness rushed through you as you changed for your duties. What the hell were you thinking last night? His nightmare…

God, his nightmare.

You found out so much about him in such little time, that you could feel pinpricks of the way he touched you. He touched you...held you. A blush dusted your face but you scowl and ignore it for now.

Sweat trailed down Toji's forehead as he lifted his weights. His muscles tightened and his veins bulged.

A look of pure concentration was on his face as he gave it his all, his thoughts kept straying through to the beautiful creature that was sleeping in his bed. It spurred him on even more. He was surpassing his usual weight limits, it felt like he was trying to sweat away the thought of you in any way he could.

Toji's muscles were tensing and twitching. He just wanted to forget any thought of you, the memory of you, because if he couldn't forget then he didn't know if he could resist the urge of pulling you back into his bed again.

You put your clothes on and head downstairs to make him some food for whenever he comes back from whatever he's doing. It was definitely going to be awkward, you promised him you would both forget about this and act like it didn't happen in the morning. Knowing him, he wouldn't want to acknowledge he had a nightmare at all.

Finishing his food and plating it, you waited for him to return to the kitchen. You were bent over the kitchen counter, eating a banana and reading some shitty magazine about crap you couldn't care about but entertaining nonetheless. Toji trudged back into the kitchen with a towel, hot and sweaty as he rubbed the sweat off of his neck and face. He stood at the doorway.

Your eyes shoot up hesitantly and you swallow thickly, setting your banana down. You stood up straight to look up at him, expression blank and a little dazed. Dammit. Why did he always catch you at the worst times? Toji was struggling to look at you, the night was still fresh in his mind. "Oh, hey." You greet him, a little awkwardly. You stand up straight and try to be respectful and proper but gazing at him in this form was making it easy for you to melt right now. “Good morning.” You haphazardly clear your throat. “Train well?”

Toji wanted to keep it together even though his thoughts were overloaded. He kept a straight face and spoke in an unamused tone. “Good morning. Yes, training was usual. It was fine. Did.. you sleep well?” Toji took note of your blush, enjoying it under his observant eyes.

Your eyes widened glancing over at him, it felt like there was an eternity of silence between you but in reality, it was only a few seconds. A small weak smile tugged at your lips. "Uh yeah, I did...and you?” Your eyes were tinged with heat at the memory.

"Yes.” He said curtly. Toji's attention was fixated on you now, how could it be a servant who made him this…intrigued? Yet he remained in control of his thoughts and emotions regarding this awkward situation. “You going over your duties?”He asked in order to fill the tension and silence.

“Well, today is technically my day off, other than making your meals of course.” You chuckle softly, awkwardly tucking some hair behind your ear. Toji wanted to groan at the fact that you had a day to yourself while he had training and more training. He liked the way you tucked your hair behind your ear, a simple gesture has never been so...pretty.

“Good for you. Then I guess you'll have a day off to wander around the compound? Or where do you usually go on your days off?” He questioned lowly, and he could tell your breath hitched in your throat at his prying.

You frowned. “Well, my parents wanted me to meet them today to discuss...potential marriages and suitors.” Your words were dry in your mouth and you hated even entertaining such a prospect. "But they haven't let me know anything. So I doubt be doing anything today other than just hang around the compound.” You rub your neck, feeling a tiny bead of sweat cover it as you reveal such information. You didn't know why you told him but...your lips just slipped.

An arranged marriage? No. Well, maybe. To a man so unworthy of you? A man that will never make you happy?

Toji swallowed as your words sunk in. However, his words remained perfectly calm and neutral as he replied. “I see. From one of the 3 Big Families? If so, what a...what a pleasant offer. You should be happy for such a privilege.” This was a given for you to be married at some point, but so soon? Toji thought he had more time with you.

Your eyes widened and your face went pale, you should be happy to be provided for by a suitor, but you weren't comfortable. You'd prefer being a servant than a wife, being a wife meant procreating and you didn't want that. “I'm unsure yet...but I am happy." You say reluctantly, lying through your teeth.

Toji's vivid imagination was already imagining the things that would happen in your marriage to scum. Your beauty would be wasted on a miserable man and you would waste every single minute of your life raising children that you don't care for. “That's...good. You should take this day to relax. You deserve a good day to just...get away from here..”

He was being oddly nice, he's never this kind, his usual cold and distant demeanor is what made Toji so...overwhelming. And even now when he's being agreeable, he's still overwhelming. “I love the garden here...I never get the chance to fully immerse myself in it. I might just sit in the garden and read or something.” Your tone was oddly casual, a little wistful too.

You spoke with such longing towards the garden. How was it that the mere thought of sitting in the garden made you so dreamy and wistful? Why couldn't you be boring...? Monotonous. Maybe you were...and he was too blinded by your looks…or the way you helped him...or just the way you were so gentle. You were infuriating him right now.

"You'll sit in the garden and read...and do nothing else?” You shrugged your shoulders and nodded. Why is he questioning that? Was that bad or forbidden? “Well, good way to pass the time.” Staring at each other intensely, the atmosphere became thicker and thicker with...something. You swallow down your anticipation, a blush spread across your cheeks. Toji's gaze was as intense as his emotions and aura. The look on your face was so desirable at this moment. “You're being...nice.”

Toji gave you a small grunt at your comment as his eyes narrowed slightly. Why were you trying to get into his head? Were you trying to figure him out? No.. you couldn't be doing it intentionally, could you? “Just do whatever you want, I have more training to do.” He responded curtly.

You give him a nod and shuffle away, grabbing the book that was on the countertop and opening the glass door into the garden. Eyes meeting his, you look back and give him one last weak smile as you head out.

You closed the glass door and the green grass felt lush against your feet, the flowerbeds looked lovely and the sun was shining and casting a warm glow onto the surrounding ecosystems and environment. You sit under a tree to shade yourself from the blazing sun and begin reading, trying to distract yourself from your master. Your truly divine, complicated, and misunderstood master.

Toji found himself training even more ruthlessly, he just had too much rage and adrenaline in his body right now. He was ruthless, pushing his body past his apex. He punched through seven punching bags by now. He was distracted, fuck...he was distracted. His mind was filled with thoughts of his servant girl.

He thought of your eyes, your skin...those soft delicate hands as you turned the withered pages of your book. He had to fight the urge to stop all he was doing and just watch you. He stayed put however, he wouldn't allow a servant to take his focus away from training. He must be disciplined.

However, that didn't change the fact that his sex drive was turning insatiable at the moment. He wondered if you fucked before. Probably not. When he does get around to fucking you, he'd have to be gentle….You'd taste so sweet, he knew you would.

so glad people are enjoying this! reblogs and comments are always appreciated! tysm :)

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chapters m.list

sub!toji au : needy sex worker puppy x gn reader. power imbalance, manipulation, bdsm and pet play themes throughout about the reader ~ gender neutral, smaller than toji, rich, narcissist, clean freak + control freak

18+ SEXUAL CONTENT. CAUTION: NASTY KINKS

1: i don't work for free

cw: bondage. dub-con. explicit sex

kinktober special, in which toji meets you at your usual hotel of choice, being lured into an evening of bondage and gags. you keep him tied up with thick leather straps and the promise of cash.

"Just, just your ass," he continues, "in your clothes, don't care, just need to feel your fucking ass on my cock"

2: who do you think you are, to give orders as you please?

cw: public toy use. anal play

he enters the lion's den, visiting your pristine workplace only for you to toy with him. you can't help but take this opportunity to humiliate him.

Not ten minutes into his return, with the hubbub of the break room dampening the sound of the vibrator, your puppy is turning into a massive horny mess.

3: they would all bear witness to the bare flesh...

cw: exhibitionism +++

4: of the one who is free

cw: sounding +++

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jojomheffer · 2 months

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Are there any Aot fanfics you can recommend with dead dove/dubcon/dark content?

Orrr it could be original works

Bae, i'm actually not writing these days... college and my job are KILLING me (especially because my college is a public institution, and even though I don't pay, it's very difficult)

Buut i have some links for ya!

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My Husband Toji Zenin (R)

Series is for ages 18+

🖤 — Mature

🩷 — Fluff

🤍 — Fluff and Mature

💔 — Angst

About:

A story of Toji X Reader— Toji Zenin was not always a good faithful husband. But how do things change?

These are like one shots but it’s only for this specific story, so it’s all tied together <3

Any request please message :)

Virginity Killer—🖤

The Affair — 💔

The Big Fight — 💔

“Let’s Divorce” — 💔

Sunday Kind of Love — 🖤

Grocery Shopping — 🩷

Your Birthday — 🖤

One Week Away — 🖤

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The whale's tail.

A dark one shot. Levi Ackerman x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of abuse (psychological and physical), starving to death, angst, murder, mentions of rape.

Wrote this while i was at work. Sorry if it looks bad.

He couldn't believe what he saw. Her body dismembered, cut, bruised and abused on the floor. The consequences of living underground.

Levi Ackerman was sure that one day they would die, but he didn't know that she would die before him, much less in such a brutal way. A torture that lasted seven consecutive days, he watched, and he couldn't stop anything.

He listened to his loved one's screams attentively because his own blood did not allow him to see the one he loved suffer without doing anything, but he didn't do anything. He didn't do it because he was chained, being psychologically tortured. Being forced to see and hear your screams, your body being sexually abused, your face disfigured after so many punches.

When she was dismembered alive, he writhed, screamed along, begged for it not to happen, but your screams of pain were louder.

He was left behind in that cell, next to her corpse. Her lifeless eyes remained open. He could only look at her decapitated head.

Day after day handcuffed in that cell, without food, water and the horrible, rotten smell exuding from her body, getting worse after each small explosion of natural gas inside her, made him remember when he spent that week trapped next to his mother's corpse, the suffering only got worse.

He remembered things his beloved once told him. How much she loved the mystical image of that animal that existed outside those walls, the whale.

The spiritual and psychological meanings of this animal fascinated you, and you spent hours talking about it. Even though he didn't show interest, he listened carefully to her words.

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"Why do you like these animals so much, huh? You don't even know if they exist or not." That's what he said the first time you told him about it, the response he received was like fire igniting in his coal heart.

"Whether they exist or not, I don't care. Life down here is extremely difficult. We have to have something to forget the difficulties from time to time, right? You're only grumpy like that because you didn't understand that yet." And it was with these words you said that made him realize that he was completely and deeply in love with you because you were his escape from his world.

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"So, as I was saying, whales also mean rebirth, given the fact that it is also a supporter of the world!" You said happily, explaining again about your vast knowledge about whales. "Oh, and they symbolize the deep human unconscious, where no light can reach. And it also symbolizes absolute sadness, where there is no joy."

"Pretty deep. Where did you read that?" Levi asked taking a sip of his tea, listening to you talk. "How about you drink some of your tea now? It's been twenty minutes since you started talking, it's already cold enough."

"No, but listen!..." And with that, you started talking again.

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Now, he finally understood how he liked to hear your voice saying nonsense, things he admired about you. The way you talked about those animals was what he liked to hear most, it was what kept him sane every day.

He couldn't cry or scream anymore, and it had been two days since the last time he said anything. His voice was hoarse, weak, almost like a whisper.

"You, my angel, my saint, my last shred of sanity... I miss your voice. It's been four days since you said anything, or at least screamed." He began to utter the most profound words he had ever said in his entire life. He was close to death, that was no doubt.

"I learned from you that whales develop communication at the bottom of the sea, that they are a symbol of absolute sadness, of collectiveness, lasting love..." He spat out what seemed to be the last bit of water in his body. His eyes fought to stay open and confess his love.

"I loved hearing your voice saying nonsense, your childish games, your light snores when you slept in my office... You were like the deep love of a whale for me. Going to the bottom of the sea and coming back. Following me to the poles of the planet together with our brood... I wish I had enjoyed it more. I think maybe now I can... In a new life, like one of those affectionate whales you told me about. Maybe this way, we will have peace in our lives. .." And with that, he drifted off to his eternal slumber...

Both of your bodies laid in that cell. Your body parts scattered all around the floor with your dried blood. And his skinny, malnourished tired body.

What a romantic view.

#aot angst #yandere levi #levi x reader smut #levi angst #levi x reader #levi aot #levi attack on titan #levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #aot x reader #aot #snk levi #snk fanart #snk x reader #snk

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kind of obsessed with the idea of levi fucking you from behind. all i think of is him grabbing your hips and leaving nail marks in them. i feel like he’d be obsessed with how your ass looks too. he’d grab it and slap it at any chance he could. I can’t see him being that degrading, only thing being “you’re such a needy little brat” but I see him fucking you and filling you up.

his moans would be so hot too. I also would like to think he’s super embarrassed of his facial expressions during sex so when he’s hitting from behind, he’s super expressive and much louder. not that he thinks you’d make fun of him, but he just thinks he has ugly expressions. if only he knew…

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Yeah, I love that guy.

green

tenma is such kind loving man. he's the greenest flag ever istg. he treats his partner like a queen like a goodness. he's so sweet and caring. he gives yn kisses and gifts all the damn time

#tenma kenzo #kenzo tenma #monster x reader #monster #kenzo x reader #tenma x reader #monster smut #monster fluff

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We already started this wrong, right? Let me do it right then...

Welcome to my blog.

Just a little warning:

Dead Dove: Do Not Eat kinda blog.

I am used to dark genres, and I only write them. If there is anything with smut, it'll probably be a noncon or a incest/stepcest.

Hate me all you want for it, but I'm too fucked up to write a fluff these days. Maybe tomorrow or in some year I'll do it.

My name is Agatha. I'm 20. I was born in Brasil, and I live in Brasil. I work all day, so I usually just write stuff when I can, and maybe if I want to.

I don't have goals with this blog. It's just something that I can use to relieve all the stress from situations in my life that my therapist can't help me with.

I don't know positive emotions pretty well. My therapist said that I don't have examples of that, so that's why I do dark content.

I ABSOLUTELY DO NOT WRITE CELEBRITY SHIT. It's disrespectful. They're real, they feel, and I don't feel like studying some people's behavior so I can distort it to something close to reality, but also not so close.

That's it, baby.

#introduction #bd/sm blog #girl blogger #18+ blog #blog #aot angst #genshin angst #jjk angst #shounen no abyss #juujika no rokunin #oyasumi punpun #umibe no onnanoko #sonny boy #neon genesis evangelion #berserk x reader

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SWEET UNWIND ★ masterlist.

pairing: levi x reader

warnings: sexual content, unprotected sex, rough sex, creampies, foodplay, grumpy & sunshine, fem!reader, piv sex, silent sex (little dialogue) | wc: 6.1k

note: proudly inspired by the insatiable thoughts i had while watching charles bake his cake and kill people in "the brothers sun". also i got cheated on and felt horny, so turned to my favourite cartoon man for relief

⏤ When Levi's not working, he likes to take things slow, and as of late, he's found that baking desserts is an excellent way to unwind. Yesterday, he made a beautifully sweet strawberry drizzled cake with cream. On today's menu, his personal favourite: cream pie.

Gangnam, Seoul; five to midnight, the city turning in for the night as bold and bright lights flicker to life, the streets lined with neon glows that on the waterfront look like blurry fireworks. While constant lines of traffic come and go, honking and revving at the lights as they hurry to wherever they need to be next, Levi switches off the egg-timer that blares to life loudly and sets it down on the kitchen island.

Behind him, baking in the oven with a warm and golden glow, is the sponge for his lemon drizzle cake. He glances up at the TV screen across the room and watches as one of the contestants drizzles extra veins of lemon curd across a wide canvas of white meringue cream, then looks back at his own display of ingredients.

First, he heads to the oven and using the oven glove, he pulls down the door and extracts his top sponge layer. Immediately, Levi sets it aside to cool — too hot and the dollop of cream that will spread into his smooth centre will melt and dribble off like water.

When Levi’s not working, he likes to take things slow, and as of late, he’s found that making desserts is an excellent way to unwind. It’s a simple step-by-step process where the final product produces something he can feel proud of, and something he can enjoy with a cup of tea or even something stronger.

He’s found over the last three years or so of baking that a hard liquor blends well with cheesecake, one with crumbled biscuits as a garnishing layer. Bailey’s accents any type of chocolate dessert almost too perfectly, and even does well inside of one. Last Christmas, for example, Levi enjoyed a whole chocolate truffle infused with the alcohol all to himself.

Baking takes a level of concentration that actually requires very little of him, and being able to see something he’s made all on his own at the end of it all can often be more rewarding than the stakes in the real world, outside of his entirely too fancy penthouse apartment. His job is often too demanding, too vicious, but coming home with a bag of ingredients that will eventually transform into something beautifully delicious feels like he’s turning a switch and stepping out of one life into another.

Outside, out there in the harsh city, Levi Ackerman is a force to be reckoned with, a danger to those outside of his inner circle. But here, inside his home, his fortress, he doesn’t have to be anybody but himself — Levi Ackerman, the man, the neighbour, the dessert enthusiast.

Now that the sponge has cooled and the decorations have been sliced and prepared, Levi takes to assembling his own version of the British Bake Off lemon drizzle cake. Instead of it being baked as a tray bake, Levi’s followed the same style as Mary Berry herself; circular, smooth and comfortably petite.

He takes the cream he prepared before and slaps it with a wet plop on the bottom layer of sponge, smoothing it out with the flat-knife until he’s satisfied with the coverage. Then, he uses a spiral technique to create a lemony blend to bite into.

He spares a single glance at the swirling iron staircase leading up to the upper floor of his apartment when he hears movement, a simple and quiet rustle of sheets and an equally low-volume groan — a stretch of some kind. Then, he looks back at his cake and sets the top sponge over the finalised inner workings of his cake and gets to work on the pipework and decorations.

It is so easy for him to get lost in the craft. One minute rolls into five and rolls into ten as he perfects the lemon slice arrangement on top of the cake. He even prepared some lemon gratings beforehand and uses them as a powdery layer on top of the smoothed out blanket of cream. Once everything is in place, Levi looks back up at the TV and watches the contestants present their final results to the judges.

Back and forth — his eyes move from their cakes to his. He thinks his cake would have earned him Star Baker that week, that’s for certain.

Even though Levi chooses to bake after work to dispel the tension building up in his bones, he still doesn’t feel completely satisfied with his work today. The cake is as good as he can get, especially when it’s his first real attempt at a lemon drizzle. But an ache lingers in his shoulders, a buzzing feeling of discomfort in every joint and muscle.

Today has just been extra hard. One dessert won’t suffice.

After a long haul of tracking down one of the leaders of a local crime organisation known as the Hannam Tigers, and successfully putting a few of his henchmen in early graves, Levi knows that one small cake won’t be enough to satiate his irritation for the night. In his line of work, things went wrong sometimes, even when they were annoyances he could do without.

The Hannam Tigers operate in a network of highly trained men with highly decorated backgrounds, and even with Levi’s colourful skillset, it can be a challenge to rid them from the world.

Levi rinses his hands under the tap and uses a cloth to dry them, catching the final portion of the competition on TV before tossing the cloth to the side and dumping his utensils into the sink. For now, he focuses his attention on the assortment of ingredients he’s set to the side to make his all time favourite dessert.

But first, he’ll need to head upstairs.

With what he needs in his hands, Levi escapes the kitchen before it swallows him into creating more and more desserts and then climbs the staircase curling up into the upper floor. Up here, there is a study that he barely uses — not because of his incompetence to utilise it, but instead for a general lack of need, considering he prefers a much more physical and hands-on approach to what he sensitively calls his ‘career’ — a small bathroom and his bedroom, which he heads for and catches a glimpse of the glistening city from the window inside, the door ajar.

Inside, he takes a few steps forward and sets his things down, looking up to make out your shape in the swamp of black bedsheets. He can barely see you in the dark, but you groan and make your presence known, sitting up on your elbows to peer at his silhouette cast by the light from the hallway.

“You finished your cake?” you ask, your voice tired but nonetheless sweet, caring, genuinely curious.

Levi makes out your face in the dim light and waits until his vision settles. Once he sees you more clearly and sees the smile on your face, he nods simply and looks back down at his messy pile of ingredients.

You arch up a little higher to see what he’s looking at.

“Bring any for me?”

Levi doesn’t look up. “No.”

“Rude,” you reply, amused and unable to make out what he’s arranging neatly on the ottoman at the bottom of the bed. “I happen to like lemon drizzle.”

He knows. That’s why he picked that episode to watch, those ingredients at the store.

“I don’t,” he replies. Levi’s not a fan of lemon anything, really.

The door behind him creaks ever so slightly, the light widening across the room. You sit up straighter, watching him as he falls into a carefully analysed breakdown of his mystery items.

“Can I have some later?” you ask, filling the silence with conversation. If you strain, you might make out the next episode of Bake Off beginning to play, but you search for Levi’s signature noises instead; his silent yet attentive laughs from his nose, the grunts under his breath, unbothered hums of his attention and or interest.

Levi looks up then, and rolls up the sleeves of his white dress shirt. His blazer is downstairs hanging off one of the bar stools under the kitchen island, his shoes by the door. Now, he’s just dressed in whatever he came home wearing — there hadn’t been time to change, what with you slumbering like a princess in his bedroom.

It’s a good thing he likes you, otherwise the lights would have been on and his work clothes off. Instead, he left you to it, heading for the kitchen when he came home and switching on his complimentary British Bake Off episode to accompany him in his regular routine of baking.

“I only made it for you,” he tells you.

You arch an eyebrow — not that he can see, anyway. “Oh, really?”

He gives you a hum, thoughtless. You rearrange yourself under the sheets.

“I thought the whole point was to eat the dessert yourself after making it,” you say, filling the quiet moment with something as he skims his gaze over the ottoman again.

He doesn’t look up when he says, “Well, I haven’t finished baking yet.”

“Oh?” you reply. “Something else cooking?”

“Yes,” he says. Then, he rounds the bed slightly from the right and whilst looking at you, he climbs up onto the bed with his knees.

“What’re you making?” you question, a grin widening over your face as he looms near. You feel his hand just miss your leg under the sheets as he lays his hands flat on the bed, lifting his weight closer to you all whilst maintaining an unnaturally cool composure.

If you didn’t know him any better, you’d think he was bored by the entire exchange. His face is covered in shadows, and yet you can still see the slipping shift of something in his eyes as they catch in the light from the windows.

Levi’s face reanimates in the city lights, now not far from your own. He curls his fingers around the bedsheet and tugs it down, exposing your legs to the cool shift of temperature in the bedroom. You shudder, leaning your head back until it softly hits the wooden headboard.

“Pie,” Levi says.

“Mmm. I love pie,” you comment.

He grunts, another one of your favourite Levi-sounds.

His hand shifts from the bed to your leg. In the dark, everything feels more pronounced; his ever-so-slightly rough palm smooths across your thigh and down your leg, past the knee and down towards your ankle. Once caught in his grasp, he manages to pull you from your sloped position against the headboard and back down into the pillows. He knows you're wearing nothing else from the waist down — all the more reason to tug you down and snatch a glimpse of what he knows is his.

“What kinda pie?”

Levi finds your eyes again in the dark, and you’re not sure if he planned it, but now you can see his face in a spectrum of light. His expression is flat, toneless, yet intrigue dances across his eyes as they wander across your face, down past your neck, and down to the exposed skin of your chest from underneath one of Levi’s shirts you stole from his drawers.

He says nothing for a moment. Using both hands and releasing your ankle, Levi presses his hands against your abdomen, running them up underneath the shirt until he reaches your sternum, the sloping sphere of your breasts against his fingertips. His eyes flick up to yours as he pushes the shirt all the way up over your breasts, and uses his body to part your legs until your knees are on either side of his hips.

The weight of his gaze makes you squirm slightly.

He blinks. Licks his bottom lip so quickly you almost miss it and says very simply, “Cream.”

Your grin widens.

Levi lowers his face to your stomach, his lips pressing against the skin above your belly button. Immediately, as if practised, your hands jump up to his head of hair, your fingers threading through it as he works his mouth down from your stomach to the damp space between your legs.

A home within a home; a place he loves to push his face into when he’s had a particularly long day.

Levi doesn’t even have to put in any effort anymore. You quite contently lift your calves up over his shoulders, widening them enough to feel his lips circle around your clit, two fingers widening your folds so he can stuff his face with your cunt.

Coating your clit with a layer of wetness, he replaces his lips with his right thumb and moves his fingers, using his tongue to part you down the middle, and making you writhe against the bed with a satisfied moan.

He’ll admit it to nobody but himself — he’s missed you. You’ve missed him, too, and the way it feels when he rubs his thumb against your nub in careful circles and plunges two fingers up your cunt. Levi could fool himself all he liked with the fantasy that baking a cake was enough to relieve his pent up stress from work, but nothing quite works to ease the burden like a face full of his favourite girls’ pussy.

Levi’s left hand drifts from your stomach to your thigh, smoothing over the top before curving down and round to the inner of your legs, his forearm wrapped around you comfortably and effectively locking you in place. He likes to watch the wetness pool between your legs as he gorges himself on your taste, but today he closes his eyes and closes his lips around you, tasting every inch of you like you’re his own slice of dessert, his favourite kind. Topped and served with a string of elated moans, just the way he likes it best.

“Mmf—!” There’s not a lot for you to say, nothing you can conjure up from the air gasping in your throat as Levi’s tongue licks laps around your clit, his thumb just shy to the side as he leaves a wet present for him to massage into your skin, his mouth very quickly preoccupied by the space neglected beneath.

As his fingers curl up inside of you, then widen apart, your calves drop as if you’re trying to pull Levi closer to your body, and in turn he pushes his left arm down on your thigh and drags you with a smooth motion down the bedsheets and closer to his mouth. Your head arches back with the angled slope of your back, reaching up off the mattress in a coordinated performance of pleasure, and Levi finds the time to open his eyes and look up over your stomach and breasts to find your face; mouth agape and lids closed, gasping silently into the dark.

Yeah. Out of all the desserts he could possibly create in his kitchen, he’d probably have to confess that his favourite one was one that could be made in the bedroom.

Your hands take fistfuls of his hair and feeling the hot flatness of his tongue in the space between your clenching hole and your clit, you find your hips grinding up into his mouth, the slight nudge of his teeth making you squirm even harder beneath him. Levi’s no longer phased by the aching tightness of your fingers woven in a knot on his head. Whenever your fingers twitch and the clutch on his hair tightens, Levi knows he’s doing something right.

Every lick and nip against your cunt is matched by a groan, and as you ride the dampness between your legs against his lips, your voice thins out into a raspy nothingness. Your mouth is dry with the air of the bedroom, your eyes forcing themselves to close when they try and open to peer down at the man snug between your thighs.

Levi feels a mixture of wet substances around his mouth and on his chin, but before he can grant you the pleasure of cumming down his throat, he pulls back.

The emptiness of the space between your legs is jarring, and almost immediately you sit up. Your hands drop from his hair and fall onto the bed, which you use to lift up your shaking body to watch as Levi leans back on his knees and retreats to the forgotten ottoman. It is only when he rises to his feet to observe the array of secret items displayed for his eyes only that you realise Levi is still wearing every article of clothing he was before.

“What’re you doing?” you ask him, finally finding your voice as he arches over and fiddles with something that sounds plastic.

You catch the shine of your own arousal on his chin as he scans the catalogue of items.

“Preparing dessert,” he replies.

Your brows quirk, but when Levi stands upright and begins to shake something with his left hand, you feel your heart and its fast beating plunge straight to your stomach. A knot wells and tightens, and you bite a moan back and feel your thighs coming together like a magnet in anticipation.

Levi is shaking a bottle of whipped cream.

It shouldn’t surprise you nor excite you the way that it does. Levi has always had reservations about whipped cream — it should be from a bottle or made in a bowl; exclusively used as a side for a tart or cake slice, as a topping on a pancake, as the twist of sweetness on top of a hot chocolate. Levi doesn’t use whipped cream on his desserts in the same way he does as an accessory to the bake, but today — tonight, it seems as though he has found another valuable use for his generally unused bottle of whipped cream.

“This is new,” you say, feeling your ass lift off the bed as you struggle to contain your writhing excitement. Levi tests the nozzle; a burst of white cream spits out onto his finger, and without looking away he puts his finger in his mouth with all the nonchalance of a chef tasting his dish as he makes it. “I thought you didn’t like bottled cream on your desserts.”

“I like it on some things,” he replies. “First rule of baking is that you never feel afraid of trying something new.”

You hum thoughtfully as he retakes his position on the bed. It should make you laugh with the way he looks down at you while slowly twisting the bottle from left to right, but it doesn’t; it only makes you breathe heavier, your pulse quickening and legs opening as if on automatic and letting him take the space he’s claimed between them.

“They do say that it goes well with pies,” you say finally, watching as he angles the nozzle down on your stomach. The placement, if nothing else, has surprised you, and you suppress a moan of eagerness when he presses down and watches with a newfound intensity as the spiral of white cream pools out onto your skin. He’s cautious with the amount; just a small bud of cream, enough to swallow in just a mouthful.

Levi leans himself forward and pauses just before he can lick the dollop up off your tummy.

“Clue’s in the name,” Levi replies, and with his eyes boring into your own, he presses his lips around the blob of cream and mouths it up off your body. It is entirely too fast, your jaw slacken as he pulls away, as if gauging your reaction. The yearning expression on your face has the nerve to almost look endearing to him.

He swallows. “Sweet.”

He receives from you something sounding like a whimper. Then, his finger is back on the nozzle and using the cream, he creates a trail from where he last was all the way down to your clit.

You feel yourself clench when the cool texture of the cream sits in a melting bundle on your bud, and your teeth bury themselves into the flesh of your lower lip, biting down with extra force when Levi’s mouth shifts down to your clit and in one teasingly slow strip, he licks the trail of sweet cream up from your cunt to the wet spot on your stomach.

With his tongue, your back arches up off the bed, your knees by his shoulders. Levi is uncomfortably aware of the pooling arousal between your legs, his own forming tightness in his trousers. Watching you writhe with a glistening shine getting more and more pronounced so close to his face has proven to be exactly what he needed to unwind today, but he’s still not quite satisfied.

He’s not ignorant to the way your hips meet with the empty space he leaves when he moves away again, as if fucking an imaginary cock or grinding against an invisible set of hips. He uses his right hand to press you back flat against the bed and savours every second of your aroused moaning when he slathers your cunt with the cream, leaving no wet patch untouched.

He watches with only minimal irritation when the cream slips down your folds into a white pool on the sheets — his sheets — but he takes its sliding as a sign to move back in.

Levi licks the cream up as if it isn’t even there; it’s as if he’s taking gulps of you like it’s nothing, licking every inch of the cream and enjoying the wonders of your pleasure as you cry out above him. His nose brushes against the hidden bump of your clit, the feeling of his hot tongue making your toes curl behind his back, your fingers clenching around the sheets.

Ordinarily, you may have laughed at the sight of his lips coated in a white sheen, the cream on the tip of his nose, but today you can find nothing to laugh about. Every unit of energy is devoted to the tightening clench of your cunt, the tingling warmth growing inside of you as Levi wipes his nose and rises off the bed and onto his feet, right where the ottoman stands as a barrier between you.

He lets you play out your imaginary fantasy, rolling your hips into the empty vacuum of space where he was just situated and uses his hands to undo the belt around his waist. His trousers fall with an effortlessness when he undoes the front button, and he compels himself to watch you stare at him with a lustful gaze as he pulls his trousers down to his ankles. He decides he’ll keep his shirt on — it’s only fair, since you’re still wearing his, albeit the fabric is bunched up under your neck in the way he likes it.

He mounts the bed once again and meets you when you moan expectantly, and relishes in the sharp intake of your breath when he takes your right leg and folds it to the side. You look at Levi over your shoulder, your neck to the side as he presses you down with his left hand and uses the right to hold his cock.

You are once again reminded of how truly lucky you are to have a man like Levi; a man who needs nothing but your cunt in his face to get his cock standing rigid against his lower stomach.

You swallow a moan when Levi pokes the tip of his cock against your fluttering entrance, and when his eyes catch yours, the sharpened edge of his grey eyes staring straight into your own, you can’t catch the cry of pleasure that escapes when he pushes himself into you, feeling you wrap around the tip of him like your cunt is a mouth on its own.

Levi watches you gasp as if pained and he rolls his eyes.

“Shut up. You’re wet enough,” he says in a low tone.

“Hmf—!” And then the length of his cock is buried inside of you, only proving his point.

There’s nothing to explain the way it feels when he’s stuffing your hole: it’s as if he was made for you, a perfect fit to make you whole. Even with virtually nothing to ease the slip into your pussy, there’s no agonising stretch, no painful play — just a wholeness that feels as natural as anything else in the world.

Levi’s fucked you so many times that he might as well claim he lives up here, and each time he makes himself at home, he’s welcomed with open arms and a swallowing gulp. He pushes his hips all the way against you, until the underneath of your thigh is squished against his stomach and you feel the slight slap of his balls against your ass.

He’s never quite fucked you from this angle before, but it’s not unwelcome in the slightest. He wraps his wrist around your thigh and holds the front of it with his hand, his left coming to hold the sinking curve of your waist, which he uses to push you further into the mattress.

Every time his dick sinks further inside of you, you let out a moan — he moves in and out so fast it’s as if he’s trying to keep your noise at a constant speed, never wanting to be left in a silence.

Levi looks down at you as he fucks, no longer interested in the way his dick disappears into the dripping darkness of your cunt and instead entirely devoted to mapping out the pleasure on your face. Nothing he hasn’t seen before, but everything he loves to see.

His hips rock against you, his shoulders tensing as you clench furiously around his length. Surely you don’t mean to be coaxing him into an early finish — surely you wouldn’t be rushing him along when he’s trying to enjoy his dessert.

The tip of Levi’s dick kisses your insides, but from this angle and the burning heat pooling in your abdomen, you don’t know if he’s hitting your cervix or deeper into your literal stomach. Levi’s fucked you from all different angles in every corner of his house, but he feels extra large today. The darkened edge of his eyes might be deceiving you, the sticky residue of cream still on your skin.

You’re almost vibrating with pleasure as he fucks you, and all you can do is stay pinned to the bed like a doll and gasp out your praises.

Like most fucks with Levi, he says nothing besides, “Fuck,” in a dragged out, strangled type of way. He likes to make you suffer by dragging it out for as long as humanly possible, just to see you writhe and cry underneath him, your pussy pink and pulsing, begging for him to stop.

Today, however, luck looks to be on your side.

Unlike normal, Levi has little desire to unravel you into a sobbing mess. All he wants today is to fuck the brains out of his girlfriend and watch as her cunt fills with his cum.

Levi’s fingers clench into your skin, and for a second he closes his eyes in an effort to ride it out just a little bit longer before filling you up. When he feels your hand wrap around his wrist like a vice, his eyes fly open to look at you; you’re curled up, sunken in the bed, contorted into his favourite shape.

Levi spares a glance at his cock swallowed up in your hole and watches with pride as he thrusts in and out of the wetness, and after a stuttering sequence of your hips jerking and mouth falling open with the release of some of his all time favourite sounds, Levi devours the sight of white squeezing from around his dick.

He feels his throat catch. He’ll let you have that one.

Around the quivering clenches of his cock, Levi shudders and lets you squeal until you’ve run dry. He runs his fingers across the width of your connection and smooths the cum between his fingers. Then, without giving you the satisfaction of catching your breath, Levi continues his thrusting which gives him the continued pleasure of hearing you squeal and cry, your free hand reaching to the slip of sloping skin above your pussy as if you were trying to suppress the feeling rippling through you.

Long forgotten are the fingertips pressing bruises into your skin, but each thrust of his dick hitting the same spot inside you is met with an exhausted groan. Finally, when you’ve gathered the energy and courage to look up and around your body at his face, Levi lets slip what you think might be a satisfied smile, and he falters.

Ropes of warmth fill your cunt, and you hear Levi moan, loudly, and he unwraps his wrist from your leg and holds the base of his dick with his right hand. Carefully, he pulls himself out, save for the tip which remains snug in your hole, leaving no space untouched by his seed. He watches with wonder at the way your hole gapes around his cock like a mouth, swallowing his cum up until it billows out. Finally, he slips out of you, staring down at the oozing, swollen hole that is pulsing with cum.

For a while, he stares at it, breathing loudly as he waits for all of his cum to squirt out of you; it’s like squeezing a cream doughnut and watching the sickeningly sweet contents slide out.

Levi glances back up at you, amazed that you’ve been bold enough to watch him until the end, and he pats your waist appreciatively before rolling you back so that you’re flat on the sheets, legs apart, cunt wide.

Time to taste.

You watch as his head disappears between your legs, but he leaves no element of mystery. Your body almost jumps up off the mattress when his tongue pushes into your gaping entrance, lapping at the mixture of your cum and his and whatever else he can catch a taste of while he’s savagely licking down there.

Barely having the energy to pretend to stage a protest, you elect for moaning your approval and tiredly rake your hand through his hair again, pushing it from his forehead as you stare half-lidded at the crown of his head.

You lose count of how long Levi remains nestled down there. The only way you notice he’s no longer there is by the way he sweeps his hands down your legs and lays them flat, making note of every twitch and quiver your body makes.

Staring up at Levi and reluctantly forcing your body back up on your elbows, you grin up at him as he licks his top lip and appears thoughtful.

“Yeah,” sighs Levi, sniffing once in the way he does when he’s trying to fall back into his characteristic charade of coolness. “Homemade cream tastes better.”

Unable to argue, you heave out a laugh and meet his gaze.

“You’re fucking greedy,” you say, but that he actually does smile at.

“So what,” he replies, reaching for another one of the items on the ottoman; a cloth from downstairs that he uses to wipe the mess between your thighs, “we both know I like cream pies. I even shared.”

You flinch when he dabs the cloth against your still-sensitive pussy. You take it from him to finish the honour, meanwhile Levi gathers the bottle of cream and whatever else he brought and never used before opting to watch you shift the cloth between your legs, throwing it back at him in a forced huff. He catches it effortlessly.

“Whatever,” you say, very slowly moving across the bed to the floor. The wooden slabs are cold beneath your feet. “I’m sure your lemon drizzle is miles better.”

Levi shakes his head affectionately and moves to meet you face-to-face when you stand on your feet. He hums when he gets there and strokes his finger down your arm, charming his way into your arms and once he’s close enough to your face, he allows a smile to warm over his features.

He dips his head to greet your lips with a kiss, the first of the day since he left you in the morning.

“Trust me when I say,” Levi says when he pulls away, his expression amused as he croons his finger under your chin and quickly leaves another kiss on your mouth, “I very much doubt that.”

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