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houseofhoney · 23 days ago

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no regrets

a/n : levi x femreader | mature / explicit theme | some characters kept alive because why not it's my au | not for kids.

Story Masterlist : Attack on Titan

MDNI [MINORS DO NOT INTERACT] < previous ... next >

NINE

You hit the training course like you were chasing something you couldn't name. The air snapped around you as you tumbled through Sadis' infamous maze, daggers sailing with surgical precision, blades whistling as you struck your targets. You threw yourself into each movement—sharp, clean, deadly.

By the time you finished your ODM run through the forest trail surrounding the cadets' barracks, your heart thundered in your ears. You collapsed onto a bench, chest heaving. Sweat clung to your skin, your shirt soaked through. You yanked your hair up into a messy bun, letting a few strands frame your flushed face.

You poured half a canteen over your head and sighed.

"I was wondering how long you could go before you collapsed," a voice called casually.

You turned your head to find Cullen standing a few feet away, arms crossed, a faint smirk on his lips. "Hell of a warm-up."

You shrugged, letting your breath even out. "Didn't feel like stopping."

He stepped closer and held out a sandwich wrapped in cloth. "Didn't see you at the Mess Hall. Figured you might skip. So... here."

You blinked at it. "You didn't have to—"

"I know," he interrupted, gently pushing it into your hand. "But I wanted to." His gaze lingered just a little longer than necessary. "You push yourself hard. Noticed that the first time I saw you."

You gave him a small, polite smile and looked down at the sandwich instead of his eyes. "Thanks."

He stepped back with an easy grin. "Guess sticking around a bit longer has its perks. Hope I get to see more of you, Second."

You watched him walk off, your heart strangely steady, your thoughts oddly tangled.

You weren't sure what to make of Cullen. Charming, sure. A little too smooth for your taste. But harmless—probably. Whatever fluttered in his tone, you didn't want to chase it.

And yet, when you looked up again... Levi was standing in the distance. Watching. You hadn't even noticed him arrive.

You were sprawled on the grass, panting and gripping your blades, when the squad finally showed up.

"Told you she'd be here," Petra called out.

Gunther grinned, looming over you, "Found you."

"You skipped lunch again," Petra scolded, arms crossed as she pulled out a sandwich of her own. "This is becoming a problem."

"I ate," you mumbled, still catching your breath.

"When?"

You sat up, avoiding Levi's gaze as you took the cloth-wrapped sandwich from her hands. "Earlier. Cullen passed by. Left me one."

You felt it instantly. The silence. The subtle shift in the air.

From your peripheral, Levi's posture tightened—but only for a heartbeat. Then he was back to stone, hands behind his back, face unreadable.

Petra raised a brow. "Cullen? The Military Police guy?"

You shrugged. "It's just a sandwich."

Levi didn't say a word.

When Levi joined the training that day, it caught you off guard.

It had been days since you felt in sync with him—since the mission, since Emilia. The rhythm between you had frayed. And yet... the moment the drills began, it snapped back into place like it had never left.

You and Levi moved through the trees like twin shadows, blades singing through air in harmony. Unspoken cues. Wordless trust. You didn't let yourself hope it meant something.

But when your eyes briefly met mid-swing, the flicker there was undeniable. Warmth. Tension. Regret?

Later, you collapsed in the grass with the rest of your squad, laughing and teasing.

You had barely finished the last bite of your sandwich when Petra leaned in with a mischievous sparkle in her eye.

"So... Cullen, huh?"

You blinked. "What about him?"

Petra smirked like a cat that found a bird's nest. "He brought you a sandwich. Saw the whole thing. Guy looked at you like you were some kind of goddess with a bayonet."

You rolled your eyes. "It's not like that. He was just being nice."

Levi didn't say anything. But from his place on the bench, his head tilted slightly. His eyes—always cold and sharp like a whetted blade—cut toward you. He watched you closely now, like a predator sizing up a threat. His arms were crossed, jaw tight, brows low.

"Nice?" Petra drawled. "No, Gunther is nice. Cullen? That guy looked like he wanted to hand-feed you."

You gave her a shove, laughing. "Shut up."

Behind you, Levi's eyes dropped for a split second to the curve of your smile, the glint of sweat still on your skin, the way your hair clung to your jaw. His throat bobbed in a swallow. His jaw flexed tighter. Something about Cullen giving you anything made him want to break the man's fingers one by one.

But he didn't say a word.

"Alright, Blade Princess," Petra said, bouncing to her feet. "Let's see what Cullen was so impressed by."

"Oh?" you arched a brow.

"Mock fight. Now. Let's go."

The squad perked up. Gunther and Eld whooped in support. Even Oluo leaned forward, intrigued.

Levi remained where he was, still as a statue—but his eyes tracked your every move. His gaze was heated now, focused, hungry in a way that made even him uncomfortable.

Petra lunged, and you danced around her. Fluid. Effortless. Your body moved like wind through the trees—graceful, precise, deadly. Within seconds, Petra was on her back, stunned.

"Goddamn," she muttered, blinking at the sky.

Gunther and Eld clapped and hollered, while Levi—still silent—watched your chest rise and fall from exertion. Watched your body ease into a stance again, just in case Petra tried a round two. His tongue touched the inside of his cheek.

He didn't just admire your skill. He wanted you.

But you were too busy laughing to see the wildfire building in his eyes.

"She only got you 'cause you're both girls," Oluo muttered, waving a hand dismissively. "Would be different if she fought a man."

Petra sat up slowly and looked at him like he'd just volunteered for public humiliation. "Oh really?"

"Be my guest," you said, already stretching your shoulders.

"Your funeral," Petra added with a grin.

Levi's eyes followed every movement as you and Oluo squared off. He didn't say a word, but his fingers tapped once against his arm—impatient, like he was trying to keep himself from interfering.

Oluo lunged. You spun, grabbed his collar, twisted your body, and slammed him flat on the ground so hard the grass kicked up around him.

"HUARGH—!" Oluo wheezed.

Petra doubled over laughing, nearly in tears. "HA! You just folded him like a damn napkin!"

"Holy shit," Gunther choked. "You killed him. He's dead. I saw his soul leave his body."

"I think..." Oluo groaned from the dirt, "... I think I see the light..."

You smirked, brushing off your hands. "Still think it's because I'm a girl?"

Levi's gaze never left you. The smallest crease had formed between his brows. He didn't laugh, didn't comment—just sat there, stone-faced.

But anyone paying close enough attention could see the storm rolling behind his eyes. He hated the way Cullen's name made you smile. Hated how Petra teased you about it. Hated how you didn't deny it as fast as he wanted you to.

He hated how damn good you looked tossing men around like they weighed nothing.

And he really, really hated that it wasn't him you were smiling at like that.

He wanted to be the one who made you smile like that.

Not Cullen. Not Eld. Not anyone else.

Just him.

You flopped back down onto the grass beside Petra, brushing her shoulder with yours.

"I'm built different," you said smugly, biting into your sandwich.

Levi's eyes trailed over you—your flushed cheeks, your sweat-drenched shirt clinging to your frame, the glint in your eyes. He imagined gripping your wrist mid-swing, pulling you into a fight that didn't end in a pin, but something closer—something more dangerous. He imagined how you'd taste after a day like this. Salt and steel and fire.

He looked away.

Too much.

Too obvious.

You were still smiling when she arrived.

"Levi!" Emilia's voice rang like a cracked bell through your moment. You looked up, just in time to see her strut into your sanctuary like she owned it. "We need to go now, or everything'll close!"

She crossed her arms and gave you a quick, smug glance before turning back to Levi with eyes too bright, too practiced.

Levi sighed. Audibly. You held your breath.

"I have to go," he said, standing. "Good work today."

Just like that, he was walking away—with her.

The squad's chatter dimmed in your ears. You forced a smile, forced your feet to move. "I should go too," you said, brushing off the dust. "Thanks for today."

You made it back to your quarters before the ache in your chest finally unspooled. Not rage. Not heartbreak. Just... emptiness. The kind that settles deep in your bones when someone forgets how to look at you the way they used to.

Meanwhile...

And Emilia wouldn't shut up.

Levi followed Emilia in silence, his face dark with frustration. Every step away from the squad—away from you—stretched his patience thinner. His fists were already balled in his pockets, his temper ticking like a time bomb.

You had mentioned Cullen. Casually. Like it was nothing. Like the idea of some grinning, sharp-dressed bastard handing you a sandwich didn't eat him alive. He hadn't missed the way the fucker looked at you. And Eld, always making you laugh lately—he hated how natural it looked. How easy. You used to laugh like that around him.

Now? He could barely get a glance.

Emilia kept talking. He wasn't listening.

They reached a carriage, and he stopped short.

"Oi," he snapped. "Where are we going?"

Emilia smiled, sweet and sharp. "You'll see. Just get in."

He glared at her. "I'm not in the mood for games."

"It's just a break, Levi. You need to relax."

He was already relaxing—back there. With his squad. With you.

Now? He was furious.

The moment the carriage started rolling, he slammed his hand against the wall, making Emilia jump. "Stop the damn thing."

"What? Levi—"

"I'm not wasting another second on this," he growled, flinging open the door.

The driver shouted in surprise as Levi jumped out, boots hitting the ground with force. Emilia scrambled after him.

"Levi! What the hell is wrong with you?!"

He spun on her, eyes like cold steel.

"What's wrong?" he snapped. "I was finally with my squad—where I belong. With people I trust. I don't need a break. I don't need you. I need to finish this mission and get back to where I'm actually needed."

She flinched, shrinking back.

"In case I wasn't crystal clear," Levi snapped, whirling on Emilia with ice in his eyes, "I want this mission over yesterday—so I can stop dragging dead weight like you through it."

His voice was quiet, but it hit like a hammer—each word cutting with surgical precision.

"You think I need a fucking 'brain break'? My job doesn't stop because you get bored. We are embedded undercover in the most corrupt sector of the city, tracking illegal trade that's funding black market Titan research—and this is how you spend your time? Pulling me out for... what, a joyride?"

He stepped closer, the fury radiating off him in waves.

"While you're playing house, the intel's going cold. Our leads are slipping through the cracks. You have no idea what it's like to actually put yourself on the line—for your squad, for the people beyond the walls, for the ones who died making sure you got the chance to waste my time like this."

He jabbed a finger at the ground between them.

"Every second you drag me away from this mission, more lives hang in the balance. I could've been securing our next lead. I could've been working with her, with my squad—people who actually give a damn."

He exhaled sharply, biting down the rest of what he wanted to say. His fists were clenched, knuckles white.

"And if you think dragging me around for your little errands is going to make me forget who I give a damn about—think again."

He left her standing in the dirt, too stunned to speak, and disappeared down the path back toward HQ—toward the place his heart was already buried.

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houseofhoney · 29 days ago

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Military Brat

Chapter 8 - Lying

Trapped on an air base with nothing to do besides get your degree, the cure to your boredom presents itself via the most insufferable officer you’ve ever met, Captain Levi Ackerman. Defying his arbitrary orders is just too fun, but facing the consequences he dishes out in return proves to be more thrilling than you could have imagined.

TAGS: Pilot!Levi x f!Reader, modern AU, enemies to lovers, brat taming, forced proximity, humiliation/degradation, military kink, BSDM elements, loads of smut

WARNINGS: toxic relationships, bad BDSM etiquette, age gap, nonsexual age play

CHAPTER 8 SUMMARY: Your date with Jean doesn't quite go to plan, and Levi's more than ready to catch you in a lie.

Read on AO3

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houseofhoney · 1 month ago

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𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲'𝐬 𝐂𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐚 # 𝟔 | 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢

Today's Cuppa is cuppalevi's feature fanfic recommendations. See Cuppa Collections for list of fanfic recommendations.

june 09 2024

aside from this is a story of the sea by shinzouing this one easily made it to my top fave eruri x reader fics. ok, tbh, its just two lovers and this is a story of the sea that's on there but ykwim.

the gist is; levi and erwin already have an established relationship and erwin wanted to bring a woman into the mix. well we can pretty much guess who that is!

i recently reread this fic, actually— binged read it because i could not put my phone down. i came across this when i was looking for eruri x reader fanfics and i quite liked the premise so i decided why not. i was in for a ride.

i love the way feelingthorny portrays levi and erwin's personalities through their decisions and actions throughout the stories. especially in times of insecurity, self-doubt, and emotions. seeing the two of them and the reader come to terms with their feelings felt like someone dipped through my chest and squeezed at my heart.

to see how far they've come from the beginning up to the current chapter, their prior struggles were alleviated through helping one another learn about themselves and also JUST SOLID COMMUNICATION MAN.

and levi squad (god i miss them so much) very much felt like found family. they're all so tightly knitted and devoted to each other im crying.

dont get me started on the dialogue and the inner character thoughts. feelingthorny's flow of delivering the story, the characters, the actions— were oozing with descriptive devices akin to specific character traits as well as the environment.

personally, i also loved that reader in this fic, is a visual artist. the ability to draw brings such an importance to the kind of world they're living in, where anybody who is in the military can be gone in a blink of an eye. the talent to keep images of people in paper, is one ive always admired, being surrounded by friends who are visual artists as well.

amazing read for those eruri fans like myself who also wants to be sandwiched between the commander and the captain. is looking for yearning the kate and anthony kind, the steamy sex, and above all, the delight of discovering more of yourself through the companionship of others.

Kind: Series Content: canonverse, polyamory, throuple, romance, pining, bisexual characters, pining, smut, threesome, see more on ao3 Status: Ongoing

𝙏𝙬𝙤 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨 by feelingthorny

It seems unreal when your Commander and your Captain suggest their bed might have room for another, but when the acts that were meant to be purely physical start to heal old wounds, the three of you wonder how any of you were surviving this whole time without the other two at your side.

©cuppalevi on tumblr / icon by yomu DO NOT STEAL / header by me

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houseofhoney · 1 month ago

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Wretched.

Pairing: levi x militarypolice!reader

Summary: Two orphans surviving in the Underground; a barmaid’s daughter and a killer’s protégée. That was then. Two soldiers living in the world above; a high-ranking MP and a Survey Corps Captain. This is now.

Tags/warnings: slow burn, friends to enemies to lovers, romance, world-building, hurt/comfort, angst, canon-typical violence, major character death, holding grudges

Word count: 19k

Table of contents: Prelude Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 - out now on ao3!

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houseofhoney · 4 months ago

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LEVI ACKERMAN FIC RECS // mdni!

no funny business - @/wellitcouldbeworse (ao3)

seven minutes - @/chosos-mascara

reminders - @/romantichomicide95

garden of tulips - @/lune_hime (ao3, SO AMAZING)

drunk - @/roseloon (multi)

liar liar - @/roseloon

come back to bed - @/cheriecoke

sliver of the underground - @/amywritesthings

clean up - @/angelltheninth

reserved - @/lucysarah-c

no nut november - @/jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd (multi)

welcome home - @/flametrashira

safe haven - @/cheriecoke

blind date - @/nyehfully-yours

face riding - @/h0neylevi

dinner reservations - @/jlle-marie

headcanons - @/eli0004

marking - @/nyehfully-yours

misses his wife - @/wintrrxxo

tough day - @/jlle-marie

freshly showered - @/scarlettxnoah

press four for more options - @/amywritesthings

mistletoe - @/romantichomicide95

soft morning sex - @/jlle-marie

I DONT OWN ANY OF THESE FICS!! // CREDS TO THE WRITERS!! <3

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houseofhoney · 4 months ago

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levi ackerman // fic recommendations

note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works

you’re drunk and ridiculous (and he can’t trust you with anyone else)

gestures

no funny business

as the spark dies

wild card

dust, diamonds

dirty money

nobody's fault but mine

traditions

time

the wife

crush

percolate

petals inked in red

spite

one million to one

power trip

ghost

silent treatment

love hate me

as the world caves in

two faced

bad romance

garden of tulips

plans

and when i see you smile, the clouds will clear

ghostly greetings

safe haven

panacea

sayonara

“may i?”

his wounded heart beats for one

beneath the pages

respite on black waters

galaxies past

overwhelming

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houseofhoney · 4 months ago

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Mounting Spring Ch. 8

Summary: Paradis has opened its doors to the world, and the Rumbling has not yet occurred. The military board insists, "We need more Ackermans!" to avoid ruining Mikasa's life. Levi agrees. Arranged marriage, explicit consent, Omegaverse. Alpha! Levi x Omega! Y/N. Mentions of underage marriage but it doesn't happen, the reader is over 21. Age gap but they are both adults. (I would say enemys to lover but they don't even know eachother to be enemys lol.)

Author note: I've had this idea for so long… Omegaverse is my guilty pleasure, and I decided to treat myself with it.

From the creator of "Not in season?" I bring to you "Mounting Spring" lmao haha sorry it's just that my first omegaverse was rather a success… so I decided to do another.

Masterlist to the previous parts!

Ao3 link in case you prefer to read there!

“I’m taking a shower,” he had said. “If you want to use the bathroom, now’s the time.”

He didn’t wait for a response, stepping into the bathroom. The sticky feeling of his clothes clinging to his body was driving him insane, and he needed relief. The day was unexpectedly warm—not scorching, but the first strong days of spring always seemed to carry an extra weight.

“Baby, you want breakfast too?” her voice floated through the door just as he bent down to roll off the black trousers of his new uniform. He paused for a moment, the words catching him off guard.

Something about it felt... off. The strange limbo they were in. It was the whole situation. He wasn’t usually one to get prudish or shy about his body—expeditions and common showers had long since stripped away any modesty. But as he tossed his clothes into the laundry basket and stood naked in the bathroom, her voice came again, faint but clear.

“No, baby, get down from there!”

He turned his head toward the door instinctively, a strange sense of restraint settling over him. Maybe it was because all the previous times he’d showered over the past three weeks, she’d been asleep. Even the night she arrived, she’d gone to bed before he’d had the chance to clean up.

‘This is so fucking awkward,’ he thought, turning on the water and stepping under the spray. He’d been naked in far less private settings —hell, he’d stripped down and washed off in front of squads of men during expeditions without a second thought.

‘Yeah, but nobody there was supposed to get knocked up by me.’

He sighed, running his hands through his hair as the water cascaded down his body. That was the real difference, wasn’t it? On expeditions, privacy was a luxury, but the situation had always been purely practical. Now, the person in the next room wasn’t just some comrade. She was supposed to be intimate enough to make moments like this normal—but they weren’t. Not yet, at least.

As he lathered soap across his skin, his thoughts spiraled further. ‘It’s weird middle ground, isn’t it? We’re supposed to be close enough for her to be fine with me taking a shower while she’s awake, but not close enough to share those—what do you call it—quiet, personal moments.

The thought didn’t stop him from moving through his routine. By now, the soap was rinsed off, and he stood over the sink, ready to shave. The sharp blade of his razor rested in his hand as he straightened up, catching his reflection in the slightly fogged mirror. His gaze drifted across the room as if searching for memories outside his body.

His thoughts shifted, unbidden. ‘Did I ever go raw before this?’ he wondered, the thought creeping in before he could stop it. The memory of Kenny’s crude “lessons” in life played in his mind, and he frowned. ‘Only thing that bastard ever taught me besides killing—wrap it up.’ He snorted faintly at the absurdity of it.

He cleaned the razor, his brow furrowed. ‘How many loads does it take to secure a pregnancy, anyway? That’s gotta mess with a guy’s head, constantly thinking about that. And if you’re in heat—’

His hand froze mid-motion. ‘And when you’re in heat… is it all doggy style all the time because it’s the “biologically optimal” thing to do? Can you switch it up?’

He let out a long breath, shaking his head slowly as he finished shaving. “I should not be thinking about this on a Wednesday morning at 10 a.m. before a meeting,” he muttered to himself, rinsing the blade one last time.

His mind, however, didn’t seem to get the memo. ‘But seriously, though... does it always have to be on fours? I mean, I like on all fours, but… a whole week of that? Her knees, dude.’

Finally, he dried off, pulled on a clean shirt, and opened the door.

“What took you so long?” she asked, her head tilting slightly as she looked up at him.

“Nothing,” he replied curtly.

“It’s very warm today,” she commented, seemingly trying to maintain some level of conversation with the man who was, supposedly, her husband. “Is it always this warm in the south?”

“Mhm.” Levi only hummed in response, shrugging his jacket over his shoulders before sitting on the couch to pull his boots back on.

“Breakfast?” she asked again, a cat cradled in her arms as she looked at him.

“No,” he replied curtly. His head was killing him, and just the thought of food made his stomach churn. He wasn’t paying much attention—just going through his usual morning routine—until he tried brushing off the white cat hairs stubbornly clinging to his black trousers.

“Tch.” He clicked his tongue in irritation.

“Did you brush the cat today?” he asked, finally glancing back at her.

But the complaint died in the back of his throat when he saw her reflection in the fogged-up bathroom mirror, struggling to put on a pair of earrings.

A pretty sundress, hair braided half-up, half-down, long lashes accentuated by mascara.

“Where are you going all dolled up?”

She stilled for a moment, meeting his eyes in the mirror before turning to face him fully. “You just said I could go out.”

‘And everything I said after that must have gone in one ear and out the other.’

“I want to make a good impression on your squad,” she added before turning back to her reflection, resuming her struggle with the earrings.

Levi pressed his lips into a thin line, giving it a second thought. He wasn’t the type to regret his decisions, but suddenly, this one didn’t seem like the best idea.

“My squad barely owns soap bars,” he muttered under his breath. A good first impression felt like overkill considering the social standards of his cadets—not that he held any grudge against them.

He leaned forward, forearms resting on his knees, fingers laced together as he pondered it.

“Maybe you should wait until I come back this evening.”

That snapped her out of it instantly.

“What?!” She rushed over to him, eyes narrowed in disbelief. “You just said I could go out!”

The deep frown, the clenched teeth, the frustration practically radiating off her—it was all clearly meant to intimidate him. It didn’t.

“I’m just saying, wait a couple more hours. Then I’ll walk you around myself.”

She took a step back, voice lowering into something much colder.

“You just said it,” she whispered, anger laced with unmistakable hurt.

‘Oh... alright, she’s actually upset for real.’

Levi sighed through his nose, watching how quickly her disappointment turned into something sharp, something like resentment.

“Fine,” he relented, exhaling as he sat back. “Just… be careful.”

—

“I mean... what’s the worst thing that could happen?” Levi said, recounting his morning as if it were some kind of story.

“Shhh, talk quieter. My head is killing me,” Hange groaned, sprawled limply in his desk chair, their eyes shielded by a cold, wet towel. “I’m getting old… Remember how we used to laugh at Erwin coming back from those meetings completely wasted? Now look at us—we’re no better.”

“Excuse me, I’ve never stolen anyone’s underwear while drunk… or high, or both,” Levi shot back, defending his honor as if that cleared him of all other debauchery. He leaned back in his chair, voice deadpan. “I don’t remember half of what I did last night, and the other half’s just a blur. But it wasn’t that bad.”

Hange snorted, shifting the towel slightly to make room for their smirk. “You used to be this famous thug, and now you can’t handle one night of alcohol and… whatever the hell it was they brought for us to smoke. You’ve lost your edge, Captain.”

Levi rested his head against the cool surface of the table, reaching for his tea cup without lifting his gaze. “I’m a married man now. That life of bad habits is long behind me.”

That earned a sharp laugh from Hange, who had to readjust the towel when it slid halfway down their face. “You got married three weeks ago, asshole.”

Finally deciding to take a sip from his cup, Levi straightened just enough to lift it to his lips—only to immediately grimace in disgust. “This is green tea.”

“Yeah... my liver wouldn’t survive black tea today,” Hange muttered, not bothering to move the towel from their face. Then, as if the thought had just struck them, they added, “If you have a problem with it, win the elections and become Commander.”

Levi scoffed. “Only an idiot would want to be Commander.”

“Gee, thanks,” Hange deadpanned. “What are you? One of those people whose whole personality revolves around their partner?”

“No,” Levi replied curly, “But it’s my only excuse,”

—

Double-checking in the mirror, she whispered to herself, “Good first impressions.” A small nod of encouragement. “Scouts are heads of state now, so good first impressions.”

She pinched her cheeks lightly, giving them a subtle rosy flush, and hummed in approval. But just as she was about to turn away, her nose wrinkled at something in the air. Slowly pivoting on her heels, her eyes landed on the laundry basket.

‘It tickles,’ she thought, scrunching her nose as if to shake off the feeling. ‘Silly.’ She gave her head the smallest shake.

Decisive steps carried her to the office door, excitement bubbling in her chest. Her hand reached for the knob—the same one she had reached for on her first morning here. A firm pull, and it clicked open with ease. The door shifted just a few centimeters, separating from the frame, but she didn’t step through.

She stood still.

Her eyes remained locked on her reflection in the gilded surface.

"Be careful." Levi’s voice echoed in her head.

The freedom she had wanted so badly was now hers for the taking, yet it filled her with hesitation.

She rocked her weight from one foot to the other, lips pressed together before glancing to her right—toward the open bathroom door.

‘I mean… better safe than sorry, right?’

Back inside the tiled room, she lifted the wicker lid of the laundry basket.

‘My friends did this when we were teens. Their parents got so mad…’

Her fingers grasped the light grey shirt Levi had worn the entire previous day—and slept in.

‘I just have to rub my neck against it a little…’

A memory surfaced. Her friends sneaking around at parties, brushing up against alphas, pressing their necks together. It wasn’t claiming, but it was something back then. And maybe now, it could be something that helped her, too.

‘I remember Die was working as a cadet… we shared a kiss through the staircase fence.’

The thought brought the ghost of a smile to her lips, brief and bittersweet.

‘He smelled nice… I remember that.’

With more doubts than certainties, she slowly lifted the shirt to her face, pressing the collar against her nose as she took a deep, slow breath. Her eyes fluttered shut, trying to gauge her body’s reaction to it.

First impression? The same as when she first smelled his jacket.

Strong. ‘Musky, even’

But then—almost instinctively—her body craved more. Another breath. Then another. And before she realized what she was doing, she was rubbing the fabric against her skin, pressing it to her neck in slow, deliberate motions, as if massaging the scent into her skin, soothing in a way she hadn’t expected.

A low, involuntary purr rumbled in her throat.

Her eyes shot open in horror.

She let go of the shirt like it had burned her, watching as it dropped back into the basket.

Her breath hitched, blood rushing to her cheeks as she stood there, frozen in place.

‘Oh god… why did I do that?!’

Moving robotically, she walked to the couch and sat down, staring in silent mortification. The cat kneading a pillow in the corner was swiftly scooped up as she muttered to it in despair,

“I just did that… to his shirt?! What is wrong with me?!”

The cat bumped its head against her chin in response.

She pushed the animal down with a huff. “…Though, I guess… he’s the only man I’m allowed to react like that for, so… it’s not that bad. Right?”

“Meow.”

Newfound conviction in her step, she strode toward the door, this time with more confidence.

The moment she opened it, she inhaled deeply—ready to embrace the fresh air.

Only to immediately recoil.

“Ugh…” she groaned, grimacing.

Levi’s scent—his natural musk mixed with aftershave, deodorant, and cologne—had been intoxicating. But this? The thick, cloying stench of a hundred alphas all packed together, their scents mingling like scrambled eggs?

Absolutely disgusting.

“Never mind.” She shook her head violently, as if trying to physically rid herself of the sensory assault. “Let’s go for a walk!”

She barely got two steps before the soft patter of tiny paws followed her.

She turned, spotting her cat trotting after her with eager strides.

“Aww, sweetie! You wanna come too?”

Door locked, cat in arms—she was ready for her stroll.

With the window open, she took in a slow, deep breath, savoring the fresh forest air. The scent of pine and linden soothed her nose, washing away the lingering stench from earlier. The sky stretched bright and blue, the warmth of the sun kissing her skin.

Looking down from the window frame, she spotted two cadets staring up at her, confusion written all over their faces.

“Morning!” she chirped, all too pleased to be out, to stretch her legs, to breathe. “Beautiful day, innit?”

The two teens exchanged glances before nodding—slowly.

“Uh-huh…”

Unbothered, she continued her stroll. “Let’s get stuff for a picnic!”

Following the directions given by another cadet, she eventually reached a set of doors—what she assumed was the mess hall.

To her surprise, it was mostly empty, save for a few scattered cadets who lifted their heads at the sound of her entrance. Their brows furrowed, confusion evident.

“Hi,” she greeted, waving. “Morning! The kitchen?”

One of them pointed toward the far end of the room.

“Thank you~” she chimed before heading off.

But before she could get far—

“Excuse me, girl?”

She turned on her heel, blinking as a cadet stood from one of the benches.

“Civilians aren’t allowed to wander around,” he said, eyeing her warily. “If you’re looking for someone, please wait here.”

“Oh! No, no,” she insisted, waving her hands. “I’m Captain Levi’s wife. I live here.”

Silence.

The loudest silence she had ever heard.

“…See ya!” she added before walking off.

—

“We should be training,” Eren muttered, biting into an apple. “Not doing kitchen duties.”

“Come on, Captain Levi hardly ever cancels morning drills. Yesterday’s after-hours meeting must’ve been intense,” Armin reasoned. “They probably discussed something incredibly serious if they were up so late.”

“Yeah, like that train they want us to build, and—”

“A kitty!”

Jean paused mid-peel, turning to Mikasa’s rare display of enthusiasm. “Yes, a kitty… Wait, a kitty?”

Mikasa had already abandoned the conversation, beelining toward Y/N with bright, wide eyes locked onto the oversized cat in her arms.

“Oh, hi,” Y/N greeted, a bit caught off guard as the raven-haired girl approached. “He’s friendly.”

“Can I pick him up?”

“Sure.”

Mikasa carefully took the enormous feline, cradling him against her chest with unexpected gentleness.

Meanwhile, Sasha and Jean locked eyes across the kitchen, communicating through sheer willpower alone: It’s her! The only two in the squad who had actually seen Y/N before, now confirmed.

“I always wanted a cat,” Mikasa murmured, stroking the soft fur with genuine delight. “It was my childhood dream…” She lifted Claws slightly, marveling. “He’s so big.”

Y/N smiled at the sight but soon noticed something odd—everyone else in the room was staring at her.

She turned slightly, suddenly hyper-aware of the weight of their collective gaze.

“Uh… hi?” she offered with a hesitant grimace.

Jean straightened up, puffing his chest out slightly. “We’re Captain Levi’s Special Operations Squad,” he announced, the title rolling off his tongue with pride, as if it should impress her.

Sasha muttered, “Are you flexing?”

But before Jean could retort, Y/N cut in, “Oh, you’re Levi’s kids.”

Silence.

Jean and Connie visibly deflated, their supposed prestigious position reduced to children in an instant.

“Yes, hi—I’m Armin,” the blond quickly stepped forward, almost extending a hand before deciding against it.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Y/N,” she replied.

“Yes. We know.”

The awkwardness thickened as she realized they all knew who she was, but she had no idea about them.

“I know you,” Y/N suddenly blurted. “You’re the hallway girl!”

“Yeah! Sasha!” The brunette grinned. “They didn’t believe me when I said I saw you—you vanished into thin air!”

Y/N chuckled. “Levi was in a hurry.”

Armin smirked but quickly winced when Mikasa subtly nudged him, as if to keep him from saying anything else.

“And you,” Y/N continued, shifting her gaze, “you’re the training ground boy. You dropped the equipment.”

Laughter erupted from Connie and Sasha as Jean clenched his jaw, looking deeply unamused.

“…Yeah. Jean.”

Y/N’s attention drifted, taking in the massive industrial kitchen. “I was actually wondering—who do I ask for a tea?”

The room fell silent. The squad exchanged glances before, hesitantly, Jean raised his hand like a student answering a question.

“I… could make one?”

Y/N beamed. “Aw, thank you!”

Jean blinked. “…Just, uh… give me a sec.”

“So… do I have to make the damn tea or not?” Jean whispered, his voice barely audible as the group huddled together in a loose circle of conspiracy, all while Y/N inspected the kitchen behind them.

Armin, glancing over his shoulder at her with furrowed brows, was the first to break the silence. “I’ve heard that in the MPs, cadets are assigned mundane tasks for their superiors, like picking up their dry cleaning. Maybe she thinks that’s how the Scouts operate too.”

“You’ve been spending a lot of time talking about the MPs lately, huh, Armin?” Connie teased, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Armin flushed crimson, his brows knitting together in defense. “What? What do you mean?”

“You know what we mean,” Sasha chimed in, barely stifling a laugh.

Jean rolled his eyes, exasperated. “You’re all missing the point. Do I make the damn tea or not?”

“No,” Eren said flatly, as if the answer were obvious. “Maybe the MPs do this babysitting crap, but we don’t. We’re not the Military Police, and we’re definitely not her personal servants. Just tell her to make her own damn tea.”

“Maybe she just isn’t used to our kitchen,” Mikasa offered, her tone more considerate as she glanced at Y/N.

“Let’s just tell her—very subtly—”

Armin’s attempt at diplomacy was cut off by Jean, who groaned loudly. “That’s not what I mean! I’m asking what the chain of command is when a wife shows up!”

The Shiganshina trio collectively raised an eyebrow, their faces a mixture of disbelief and judgment.

“What chain of command?” Eren asked, crossing his arms. “She’s not a soldier. She doesn’t give us orders.”

Jean snorted. “Yeah, well, maybe you don’t remember how households work, but my dad never had the last word in our house—ever.”

Armin placed a calming hand on Eren, who looked ready to take offense. “Jean, come on,” Armin said gently, though his expression clearly showed he thought the question was absurd.

“No, no, Horse Face is right,”

Jean’s brief moment of smug satisfaction was immediately shattered. “OI! Watch it, potato brain!”

Ignoring him, Connie continued, “Yeah, my dad couldn’t do anything without asking my mom first. It was always, ‘Did you ask your mother?’ or ‘What does your mother say?’ And nine times out of ten, my mom said no.”

Sasha chimed in, nodding vigorously. “Yeah, my dad would act like he was in charge, but if my mom caught wind of something she didn’t like, he was dead meat.”

Mikasa, listening quietly, finally murmured, “I remember... my mom was the one who made the decisions too.”

Jean gestured wildly toward Sasha and Connie. “Exactly what I’m saying! If Captain Levi got married and now she’s the one giving him the dead-eye stare when she doesn’t like his decisions, where does that put her in the chain of command? Who’s higher in the chain of command: him or her?”

“Her.”

“Him.”

“Captain Levi isn’t our dad, though,” Eren muttered, still trying to wrap his head around the logic. “Men are still the head of the house, so he’s still in charge. She’s not our boss.”

“But if she gets mad and complains to Captain Levi, and he takes it out on us, then what?” Sasha pointed out. “We’re screwed either way.”

“Exactly,” Armin said, nodding gravely. “If we don’t do what she wants, she’ll complain, and Captain Levi will get pissed. If we don’t follow his orders, he’ll punish us directly. It’s a lose-lose situation.”

The group fell silent, clearly no closer to an agreement. Mikasa broke the tension with a hesitant question. “So… would that mean if Commander Erwin got married, his wife would have outrank all of us?”

Connie snickered. “Why not Commander Hange’s imaginary wife instead?”

“Be realistic,” Eren muttered.

As their bickering continued, Y/N stood by, watching them with growing confusion. ‘Maybe they’re busy working,’ she thought, eyeing the kettle that no one had touched. ‘Levi said not to interrupt them while they’re working.’

“Don’t worry about it, guys,” she finally announced. “I’ll just go for a walk instead.”

The group froze. Six pairs of eyes turned toward her in unison, panic flashing across their faces. Armin forced a sympathetic smile. “W-Where are you going?”

Y/N blinked, startled by their sudden interest. “I thought I’d take a stroll in the forest…”

Back in their circle, the squad exchanged panicked glances. One by one, they shifted closer to the kitchen door, as if preparing to block her path. Jean, quick on his feet, plastered on a bright smile and stepped in front of her.

“Eh?” she asked, tilting her head.

“Haha, look at the time!” Jean said nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “Why don’t you stay here for a little while longer?”

“I want to go out,” she insisted, her brow furrowing as she tried to move past him. “If you’ll excuse me—”

“Uh, maybe… maybe stay here while we, um…” Sasha stammered, desperately searching for the right words.

Y/N’s eyes widened as her unease turned into alarm. “Are you... are you kidnapping me?”

“No, no, no!” they all shouted in unison, waving their hands in frantic denial.

“You’re not kidnapped,” Armin assured her, his sweet smile doing little to ease her nerves. “You’re just... um... confined for now.”

Her face twisted into horror. “Oh, for fuck’s sake, NOT AGAIN!”

—

When Hange walked back into the office, Levi was already up, slamming a stack of papers together.

“Leaving so early?”

“Yeah. I should really go train the brats after lunch.”

The only brown eye not covered lingered on him, their lips twitching as they held back a remark. Hange, leaning back in their chair with an all-too-knowing smirk, tilted their head. “Oh sure, I bet the fresh air will help with the headache.”

Levi exhaled sharply, unconvinced. Tucking the papers under his arm, he turned to leave—only to freeze at the door. Slowly, he turned back, narrowing his eyes as Hange spun lazily in their chair, still smirking.

“…What?”

“I said absolutely nothing.”

His squinted in suspicion. “You’re so fucking weird.”

The moment he stepped outside, something felt… off.

The usual background noise of cadets moving between tasks was there, but underneath it, hushed murmurs—giggling.

Giggling.

Levi’s pace slowed as he glanced around. Small groups of soldiers spoke among themselves, some pressing hands to their mouths, others grinning. But what truly set his nerves on edge was what happened when they noticed him.

Suddenly, as if on cue, they snapped to attention and beamed.

“Good morning, Captain!”

A perfectly polite, perfectly innocent greeting.

Too innocent.

“Morning,” he replied curtly. Levi narrowed his eyes but kept walking, his boots clicking sharply against the stone path.

The tension in his gut twisted tighter when he passed another group and, again, the moment they saw him—bright smiles, too chipper, too eager.

Something was going on.

His grip flexed at his sides, his headache worsening as he rounded the corner toward the mess hall. And then—

“Good morning, sir!”

He barely glanced at the cadet who greeted him, about to walk past when—

“Your wife is very cute, sir.”

Levi stopped.

The air suddenly felt much heavier.

His eyes flickered to the girl, who gave him an innocent, approving nod before carrying on, completely unaware that she had just turned his entire morning into a waking nightmare.

A slow, sinking realization crept up his spine.

The whispers. The giggles. The weird smiling.

"For fuck’s sake..." Levi whispered, raising a hand to his face, already feeling the embarrassment creeping in.

Her trail wasn’t hard to follow—he just had to go wherever the biggest crowd had gathered. Sure enough, he found them in the kitchen, the one place most cadets usually avoided to escape extra duties. Yet, now, everyone was hanging around like it was the goddamn market square.

"Don’t you all have something better to do?" Levi spat, and like cockroaches when the light comes on, they scrambled, trying to make themselves scarce before they got dragged into something. "Or do I need to start handing out tasks?"

A few murmured "No, sir," their heads ducking, backs curving as if making themselves smaller would save them from his wrath.

Then, from the other side of the door—

"HE SAID I COULD GO OUT!"

A piercing scream from Y/N.

Levi’s brows twitched as he marched over, shoving the door open. "What the hell is going on here?"

"Levi!" "Captain!"

The second he stepped in, everyone started talking at once, loudly, voices overlapping and stabbing at his already-pounding head.

Levi clenched his jaw. "Enough." His voice came out sharp, cold.

Silence fell instantly.

"They’re forcing me to stay here!" Y/N snapped, pointing at his squad. "They kidnapped me!"

Slowly, Levi turned his attention to his subordinates and muttered under his breath, "What part of 'act normal and behave' did you not understand?"

"She wants to go into the forest alone," Jean cut in, standing his ground.

That successfully shifted Levi’s attention.

"Get to the training grounds," he ordered, not bothering to look back at them. "I’ll be there in a minute."

The squad practically bolted, shutting the door behind them.

Now alone with her, Levi exhaled through his nose. Levi’s arms crossed over his chest, his sharp gaze locked onto her as she stood defiantly before him.

“I did absolutely nothing wrong,” she huffed.

“Oh yeah?” Levi drawled, his expression unreadable “Then why the hell is the entire regiment gathered outside?”

She scoffed. “I don’t know, maybe they’ve got nothing better to do? I just greeted people in the hallways, that’s not illegal. What, saying hello is a crime now?”

Levi exhaled sharply, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. “You didn’t need to be overly friendly.”

“Well, excuse my good manners!”

Levi’s eyes narrowed. “You already went out. You can go back to the office.”

“I’m not doing that,” she folded her arms stubbornly. “I want to go for a walk.”

His frown deepened. “You’re not going into the forest.” He sighed, his patience nearing its breaking point.

“Why not?”

“I don’t know, maybe wolves?” he deadpanned. “Perhaps people, thieves? You’re going to get lost.”

“Well, I’ll stay close by.”

Levi let out a scoff. “We use the forest for training with the 3DMG. We don’t live in the middle of it for pleasure. If someone drops a weapon or knocks off and you get hurt, it’s on me. I told you—this is a place where people are working.”

Her jaw clenched. “I don’t want to be closed up in that room anymore.”

He gave her a look, calm but firm. "Open a window."

“Open a—?! Levi, I’m not a prisoner!” she snapped, frustration boiling over.

“Never said you were,” he shot back. “But this ain’t a damn vacation spot either.”

She groaned, rubbing her temples. Then, as if on cue, Claws meowed from her arms, reminding Levi of another problem.

“And don’t take the cat out without a leash,” he added. “It’s gonna get lost, and guess what? The idiot who’ll have to go looking for it in the forest will be me.”

“He’s not gonna run off,” she insisted.

Levi ignored that. “Go back to the office and—I don’t know, paint something.”

She let out a short, disbelieving laugh, eyes burning with indignation. “I’m not a little girl you can just set back to colouring books, Levi!”

He was already opening his mouth for another snarky retort when something made him pause. His nose twitched slightly. It caught him so off guard to catch a whiff of her scent that all the arguments disappeared.

How had it ended up with him standing there, watching the cadets train with the 3DMG while she sat on a bench outside, having lunch? He had no idea.

"You’re not hungry?"

"I grabbed something at work," he replied, his eyes still glued to the training.

She passed him her meal, her hand covering her mouth a little before asking, "What are you doing?"

"Watching them train."

Her eyes shifted to the trees, watching the cadets swing through them with ease. "That’s all?" she asked, confused.

Levi crossed his arms and took a deep breath. "I watch their patterns and correct them."

"Ah," she sighed in understanding. "So, you’re good at that?"

"At 3DMG?" Levi raised an eyebrow as if it wasn’t obvious. She hummed a response. "Yeah, a little."

Y/N accepted this without giving it much thought, continuing with her art, cleaning her hands every so often to avoid staining the sketch. "Which one is Eren?"

He wasn’t used to the chitchat during work, so it threw him off each time she spoke. "The brunette. Why?"

"I read about him in the newspapers," Y/N replied, raising her attention from her work to compare her pencil strokes. She squinted at it for a moment. "I also read about you torturing someone. It didn’t do you any favours."

"Your newspapers didn’t mention the MPs covering up the real monarchy?"

"No, my parents didn’t buy that kind of newspaper."

Her answer made him scoff, entertained, realizing she probably meant it without any opposition to the new head of power.

He tried following her gaze, wondering what she was working on so intently. But he couldn’t make sense of it. "What are you drawing?" Levi tilted back to catch a glimpse of the paper.

Without a hint of hesitation, she turned her sketchbook around to show him. "You."

Levi froze in horror, a cringe creeping up his spine.

"Don’t fucking draw me."

"Why not? You have a good side profile."

"Draw something else. You’ve got the whole fucking forest." Levi insisted, but when he saw her uninterested continuation, he grabbed the pencil from her hand.

"Hey!" she pouted. "Give it back."

"Maybe you should go back to the office. Plenty of pencils there," Levi shot, hoping to put an end to this nonsense of her hanging around outside.

There was a brief silence before she stood up. "Fine… but only because I’m getting sunburned." She reached down, picking up the cat that had been wandering around on a leash. "I’m taking the baby." Her tone made it sound like they were in the middle of a divorce settlement, negotiating custody.

"Better for me."

As the sun dipped lower and training came to an end, Levi took the opportunity to address the cadets. "When I tell you to do something, just do it. If she tries anything, I’ll handle it. Don’t get involved."

They all nodded slowly, though Connie hesitantly raised a hand.

Levi exhaled sharply. "What?"

Armin shook his head, silently warning Connie to drop it, but the he didn’t take the hint. "We were just… a bit confused."

Levi’s patience was wearing dangerously thin. "Confused about what?"

"Just drop it, dude," Jean whispered.

But under the captain’s intense stare, there was no backing out now. Connie swallowed hard. "About… who has the final say."

Levi processed the words, taking a slow moment to let the implication sink in. Then, his voice carried loud and clear: "Raise your hand if you think she’s in charge."

Shakily, Sasha and Connie obeyed. After a sharp kick from Eren, Jean reluctantly raised his hand too, clicking his tongue in annoyance.

They all avoided Levi’s dead-eyed stare, suddenly finding the gravel beneath their boots fascinating.

Levi let the silence drag before finally speaking, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Why don’t the three of you give me twenty push-ups to help jog your memory on who’s actually in charge?"

Groans of protest echoed through the training grounds, the evening sky now tinged with warm tangerine light.

Eren smirked proudly at Armin, as if they had somehow passed some kind of test. Levi glanced at them. "And the three of you who didn’t stop this bullshit? Another twenty."

"Oh, fuck me," they all muttered under their breath.

—

That night, Levi was washing his face at the sink when he caught movement in the doorway. He looked up, eyes meeting hers in the reflection. "What?"

"I want to go to Trost the day after tomorrow."

Levi frowned, still bent over the sink, before slowly straightening up. "And who told you I was going to Trost?"

"The cadets."

Grabbing a towel, he patted his face dry. "No."

"Why not?" she asked, following him as he moved to the bedroom after his post-training shower.

Levi hated being chased around, but clearly, she wasn’t letting this one go. "Because I said so," Levi muttered, pulling a shirt from the drawer. His damp hair pushed backwards and still dripping a little bit. "I’m just going for a quick business deal with the Reiss company. In and out."

"But since you’re already going, I want to go and walk around," she insisted. "The cadets want to go too."

Slamming the drawer shut, he sighed. "What they want is none of my damn problem."

Under normal circumstances, she would have minded seeing him shirtless, but right now, she was too annoyed by his attitude to care. Each pause he took in the argument to get dressed only added to her frustration.

"First today, now Trost," Levi continued, slipping on the shirt. " I can’t be walking around with you glued to my side,"

He braced himself for protests, whining, maybe even some outright complaining— But when he finally looked up, her eyes were glassy.

Levi blinked. "What now?"

‘Oh no.

Not the fucking puppy eyes again.’

She hesitated, then whispered, "Are you… ashamed to be seen with me?"

"No," he snapped instantly, raising a finger in the air. "That’s not what I fucking said."

But she just shook her head and walked off toward the office, her head down.

"Come on. You know that’s not what I meant," Levi called after her.

No answer.

"Y/N—"

No answer.

—

The next morning at breakfast, Levi dropped into his seat with a scowl. "We’re going to Trost tomorrow."

His squad erupted into cheers, high-fiving each other.

"Tch. Fuck me," he muttered under his breath.

Armin, ever the strategist, tilted his head. "May I ask why, sir?"

Levi stabbed his fork into his food. "Because she wants to go."

Across the table, Sasha leaned toward Connie and Jean, whispering, "I’m confused... so, in the end, who is actually in charge?"

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The Gentlemen: Special Scenes - Chapter 1 - Kisses and (ice) Cream.

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A/N: So with school being so busy I’m not able to get out chapters of TGM as fast as I would like, I’m currently finishing college and applying to universities and I also am dealing with a personal issue but I did not want to let anyone down. so I came out with a addition content section much like Teddy did, these will be special scenes that don’t make it into final chapters of TGM, they will be separate from the storyline in TGM whilst being set in the TGM world, they don’t need to be read in order for you to understand to ongoing series it’s just some fun additional content to give you your fill! If you’d like to request something particular in one of these that’s absolutely okay! They will be a mix of smut/fluff/angst/ comfort and will come out regularly as I work on TGM chapters.

You were already half awake when the cover was pulled back, a body climbing under it. The scent of a familiar fabric softener informing you of who your newest bed companion was.

“Kook?” You mumbled, your voice groggy.

He pressed a kiss to the back of your head before whispering a quiet “ I Missed you.”

“What’s the time?” You mumble, turning to hide in the maknaes arms.

He shrugged his shoulders, his arms wrapping around your body. Despite the fact he was younger his frame was much bigger in comparison to yours, allowing you the ability to wrap yourself up underneath him.

You hummed as he called your name. “I really want us all to be together.”

“Me too Kook.”

“Do you think we will?” His voice sounded sad and you didn’t like that.

You mustered up all your energy before pushing yourself away from his body and sitting up, resting your back against the headboard. He mimicked your movements, before pulling you to lay on his shoulder.

“What’s got you thinking these things?” You questioned.

You waited in silence for him to respond, the only sounds are that of your breathing.

He took your hand in his, drawing random patterns on the skin of your palm. “I had a dream that we all fell apart from one another, I felt so scared when I woke up but I didn’t want to disturb anyone. It made me think a lot about who we all are, what we all do, how great you all are. It made me realise even more so that I really want to try when we get out of here. I want to try a proper relationship, of course I have Jin and Yoongi but I want you all. Maybe I’m selfish and greedy but I’ve fallen in love with everyone here.”

You can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips at the thought of someone as perfect as him being in love with you but you schooled your expression, more so wanting to reassure him.“Baby you know we love you too right? Have you spoken to the others about this, about your fears?”

“No.”

You shook your head before pulling the covers off yourself, you heard kook following behind you but you ignored his hushed questions of your destination.

You had already had multiple late night talks with Jin before and all of them turned out better whenever you shared a tub of ice cream, you pulled out the tub of chocolate chip that Namjoon had insisted on buying against the secondary option of Mint. You then grabbed two spoons and headed to the couch, dragging the younger with you.

“Blanket.” You pointed to the grey throw that had been bundled up on an armchair earlier that day. He hopped over the couch to grab it, carefully covering you both as he took one of the spoons from you.

“Was this necessary?” He laughed, taking the spoonful of ice cream into his mouth.

You always loved watching him eat, he always had the most extensive and entertaining facial expressions whenever he was doing something. You found it adorable how his face instantly looked disgusted whenever he tasted good food. The second you see his angry expression you could enjoy the desert yourself.

“This was indeed necessary. We are going to talk about whatever worries you have. I’ll be your jin for the night.”

He look at you puzzled before shaking his head laughing. “Don’t ever call yourself that again.”

“Noted.” You laughed taking another half spoon of the desert.

“I think i feel let out by what you have with everyone. I know that sounds ridiculous but hear me out, they all love you, they show you that they love you but with me it feels like they love me as a secondary?”

You felt guilty that he had been thinking this way because of you. “Kook you know a big part of that was because of the competition, right?”

“I guess I always knew that, it wasn’t until I started to fall for everyone else that I noticed how open they all were with you. I know these things take time but I wanted that with them too.”

You hummed to him, feeding him another mouthful from your own spoon. “If you haven’t told them this how do you expect them to give you what you want baby?”

“I Did!!” He whines, digging angrily at the half empty tub.

You fight his spoon as you attempt to dig out another chocolate chip. “Don’t whine at me mister!” You laugh, your silverware clanging against each-other.

“What are you two doing?”

“FUCK -“ You have never seen someone jump as high as Jungkook did as namjoon groggily questioned your early morning food - or in this case- ice cream fight.

You winced as Namjoon turned on the lamp, your eyes still sensitive from sitting in darkness.

“Sorry for swearing at you Hyung.” Jungkook rubbed the back of his head, feeling guilty.

“Don’t be, it was funny.” Namjoon laughed before nodding towards the discarded ice cream tub. “what are you two doing.”

“Jungkook needed to talk to someone, maybe you could help us settle something?” You cocked your head to the side as you held out your hand.

Namjoon tried and failed to hide his dimpled smile as he slid behind you on the couch, wrapping an arm around you and the other across the back of the couch, his fingers close to Jungkook. “So what’s up jungkookie?”

If Namjoon had noticed the way Jungkook blushed at the pet name he didn’t answer it. “I think I’m jealous, everyone acts like y/ns boyfriend but it’s rare that I get treated like that and I want that. I told everyone during our last house talk that I wanted to date everyone but so far only taehyung, Yoongi and Jin had really been that way with me.”

“Hobi is aromantic, so that just leaves me and jimin.” Namjoon was quick to work out exactly where Jungkooks problem sourced from, it was kind of a turn on how emotionally developed he was. “I’m sorry if you feel like I haven’t been as intimate with you, I never wanted to make you feel unimportant and I’m sure Jimin didn’t either. You know I am not the most bold in terms of expressions of love but I do care for you Jungkook.”

“I know but I love you, I love all of you.” Jungkook sighed, his eyes dropping to his lap.

“I understand that it must feel frustrating, explaining how you feel and then being confused as to how people reciprocate that.”

Jungkook nods, soaring a quick glance at you before continuing to trace the lines on his palms.

“I would very much love to spend more time with you, we could work out together, you could show me something you love and I’ll show you something I love. Maybe you could help me in the garden later today? I was thinking of going for a walk.” Namjoon readjusted himself behind you, this time his body closer to Jungkooks, who too had leaned closer towards the man.

“I’d like that. I think that’s what I really wanted, just some time alone with you and Jimin.”

“What did you want from Jimin?”

“HOLY FUCK PARK JIMIN WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” Namjoons voice raised an octave as he jumped similarly to the way Jungkook had just a few minutes earlier.

Jimin laughed, throwing himself into the couch, his head resting against Jungkooks thigh. “What’s wrong with you my jungkookie?”

You giggled at the way Namjoons heart was still pounding against his chest. Jungkook had began playing with Jimins hair as Namjoon has shyly began doing to Jungkook, his other arm still draped around your waist. “I felt jealous about how everyone treated YN and I wanted the same I realised after a very traumatic nightmare that you and Namjoonie Hyung hadn’t been spending time with me and it made me think you didn’t want me or didn’t love me even though I explained to everyone that I wanted to date everyone.”

Jimin nodded for a few seconds before sitting up, and pulling Jungkook into him. “I am so sorry I made you feel that way. Of course I want to date you I love you kook, I’m sorry if I’ve been spending all of my time with Taehyung and YN sometimes I get caught up but I promise from now on I’m going to showing you how special you are to me. Do you want to dance with me later today? I found this new routine I wanted to try.”

You found it adorable how flustered Jungkook got at Jimins preposition, only managing a small nod accompanied by his signature bunny grin.

“What about me?” Namjoon asked.

Jimin looked up, releasing the maknae from the bear hug he had pulled him into. “What about you?”

“You don’t spend time with me.” Namjoon shrugged, resting his head against your shoulder.

“Do you want to spend time with me?”

Namjoon froze before clearing his throat “Id like to know you more, to spend time with you too.”

“Then let’s do it, how about a Namjoonie, jungkookie and jiminie date?” You giggled at how adorable Jimin sounded, as dominant as he could be in the bedroom he was such a soft and genuine person.

“We could teach Namjoonie Hyung how to dance!” Jungkook clapped, earning a resounding “No” from Namjoon.

“You definitely would look good dancing.” You chided in, earning a stern glare from Namjoon.

“I am definitely not learning how to dance at all, I would be more than happy to watch though.”

Jimin didn’t miss the subtle tone change in Namjoons voice, sending him a wink. “I bet you wouldn’t.”

“Can we kiss?”

You were absolutely shocked by the request from the maknae of the house, you were not shocked at the way Namjoon choked around his words and Jimin turned red.

“I think you’ve earned kisses from everyone for being so open. Daddy would you please give Jungkook a kiss for me?” You knew the pet name would work as Namjoon nodded a shy yes before leaning over to place a soft kiss against Jungkooks lips.

Jimin didn’t hesitate as he leant over, placing another kiss against Jungkooks red lips, however his was one of much more dominance, something you yourself knew to be enchanting.

“Don’t you want one too?” Jimin squinted his eyes at Namjoon.

“I-well- if - we could… if you wanted too I mean… of course you don’t have too.” Namjoon was lost for words as jimin meant over Jungkook to kiss Namjoon, his tongue swiping across his Hyungs mouth before pulling back. “There, all equal.”

“Y-yeah-“ Namjoon stuttered hiding his face in your neck as Jungkook wrapped his body around Jimins smaller frame.

There was many ways you could be woken up, a lot of them would bug you but having early morning talks over melted ice cream was definitely on the “best ways to wake up list.”

You only felt immense joy getting to watch the people you love share that same love with each other. You never felt any jealousy watching them interact, kiss or have sex with one another because ultimately in your heart you knew this was meant to be, you with them, them with you, and them with each other.

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houseofhoney · 6 months ago

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Bts ot7 x reader (i)

CEO

Series

The butterseries COMPLETE

Combined beings COMPLETE

Choco bun COMPLETE

Chantaje COMPLETE

Office CEO Au ONGOING

Petrichor ONGOING

MAFIA

Series

Combined beings COMPLETE

Between the bloodshed COMPLETE

Everything between us COMPLETE

Ethereal COMPLETE

Choco bun COMPLETE

War of the hearts ONGOING

Be my light ONGOING

Cry me a river ONGOING

Oneshot

Mafia Au

Your protectors

Secret story of the swan

Eye of the beholder

Their innocent girl

Crumble

IDOL

Series

Quarantine COMPLETE

Beautiful confusion COMPLETE

8th member imagines!

Life with bangtan

Little do you know

The plot twist (soulmate) ONGOING

Change my mind ONGOING

The line between love and war (soulmate) ONGOING

Oneshot

The little things

Hold your promise

Being BTS's baby

Eighth member of BTS

Nothing new

Hurt/Sick

Clumsy/We need bubblewrap

What words can't say

Birthdays & Boyfriends

Shell

Kitchen fairies

00:00

HYBRID

Series

Hybrid house COMPLETE

To build a home COMPLETE

Escape COMPLETE

The little fox COMPLETE

Whirlwind COMPLETE

A place called home COMPLETE

Roses and thorns COMPLETE

Shelter of hope COMPLETE

Hybrid heart attack COMPLETE

Shadows and wolfbane COMPLETE

Oasis COMPLETE

Something thicker than blood COMPLETE

Outside of the fox ONGOING

Loved by seven ONGOING

Strawberry princess ONGOING

Masked miracles ONGOING

Trouvaille ONGOING

Safe and sound ONGOING

7 hybrids move in with me ONGOING

Oneshot

Tangled hearts

Mean kitty, soft kitty

Core pride

Secret story of the swan

COLLEGE

Series

Everything falls into place COMPLETE

Thesis IT COMPLETE

Prove IT COMPLETE

OMEGAVERSE

Series

House of the omegaverse COMPLETE

Belong ONGOING

Find rest for your soul ONGOING

Petrichor ONGOING

Iridescent love ONGOING

You belong ONGOING

Feels like home ONGOING

Moonchild ONGOING

Snow angel ONGOING

Dragon

Series

Ethereal COMPLETE

Choco bun COMPLETE

Dragonheart ONGOING

Fantasy

Series

The galaxy above us COMPLETE

A thousand spring (soulmate) COMPLETE

Tell me your lies COMPLETE

Stay alive ONGOING

Euphoric endeavors ONGOING

Magic shop ONGOING

Ongoing

The eve

Royal

Series

The return of an empress COMPLETE

Royal/Bodyguard COMPLETE

Fall of empire ONGOING

Oneshot

Soulmate/royalty

Others

Series

Boyfriend for hire COMPLETE

Getting back into the swing of things COMPLETE

Enjoy your stay COMPLETE

Death valley COMPLETE

Strangers COMPLETE

Out of love ONGOING

Shadows we trust ONGOING

Oneshot

Pastel snowflake kisses

Thank my lucky stars

Jingle all the way

PART 2

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houseofhoney · 7 months ago

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list of fan fic recommendations by AU

these are fan fictions that i've read / yet to read that i've organised so it's easier to find them. all the fics are super cool and non-cringe so you've definitely got to read em.

so far i've updated some of the jjk fan fics, there's more to update which i'll do later during this week. pjm and myg fics will also be updated.

wattpad fics will be updated in this list too.

and i'll be updating them at the end of every month when i come across new fics.

Jeon Jungkook fics

best friends/childhood friends AU

brother's bestfriend/bestfriend's boyfriend AU

bodyguard AU

boxer/gangster AU

ceo AU

co-workers AU

single parent AU

enemies to lovers AU

exes to lovers AU

fantasy AU

fake dating AU

fuckboy/fratboy AU

friends with benefits/fuck buddies AU

idol/popstar/celeb AU

hybrid AU

neighbors AU

roommates AU

strangers to lovers AU

soulmates AU

teacher AU

yandere AU

other jobs (tattooist/baker/sugar baby/racer etc) AU

Park Jimin fics

best friends/childhood friends AU

brother's bestfriend AU

ceo AU

college AU

co-workers AU

enemies to lovers AU

exes to lovers AU

fantasy AU

fake dating AU

fuckboy AU

friends with benefits/fuck buddies AU

idol/popstar/celeb AU

hybrid AU

neighbors AU

parents AU

single dad AU

strangers to lovers AU

sugar daddy AU

soulmates AU

yandere AU

other jobs (stripper/racer/doctor/stalker etc) AU

Min Yoongi fics

will be updating....!

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houseofhoney · 8 months ago

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A 27 felony having, sexist, rapist, racist 78 year old man got elected as President. Almost all of Europe is infuriated because of it.

Women, SA victims, immigrants, poor people, gay people all lost their rights over their bodies, their existance, help, and their future.

Educate your sons, liberate your daughters.

This cannot be the future.

Hatred cannot rule a world that was created thoughtfully, so much so that all components are so rightfully crafted for one another, a slit tilt would throw the harmony off.

If there is a God, he did not wish for us to become like this.

If most of the conservative Christians that elected Trump actually read the bible, they would know jesus sees your heart no matter how you beg for forgiveness on judgment day. If you have hate in your heart, one that lead to people losing all their humanization, you will never be forgiven.

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houseofhoney · 8 months ago

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society if women were seen as people

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houseofhoney · 8 months ago

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THE LIST — BTS OT7 (introduction).

Pairing: fashion girl f!reader x ot7!bts

Summary: after finding out that some girls have a list of their hookups and how they rank them on different aspects, the boys are eager to know their scores and show you how they can be better than the others.

Genre: literally porn with a plot; a lil fluff but mostly smut and crack

Note/warning: there’s a lot of sexual talk, jokes and scenes so if you don’t like it please get out bc it’s mostly that lol, the porn will start in the first chap this is the intro cuz i love to write shit and silly jokes;; also, it does have a lot of plot twist shit and some delicate themes that i’ll be warning next chapter since i love to write complex female characters so yeah, porn with a lot of plot actually.

Masterlist: introduction, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

“Can you keep scrolling?. This foreshadowing trend is getting boring.”

It was a beautiful Saturday night in Korea, the end of summer was coming and most people were taking advantage of the amazing weather to go out and spent time outside. People would believe one of the biggest bands in the whole world would be enjoying their money and going outside with friends or travelling to other places, maybe even practicing or creating new projects for their careers, Bangtan wasn’t doing any of that. The seven guys were in your apartment watching TikTok videos for the last hour. It was almost midnight and they were still in your home just wasting time.

You had invited them to have dinner with other friends to celebrate Thanksgiving in October, a weird tradition none of your friends in the country celebrate but that you had begged them to do it since it was a cultural tradition for you. Of course, it was easy to convince them with dinner, the group had stayed longer that you had planned as always.

“It’s getting late” you mumbled, stretching your arms tiredly.

“Yeah, you’re right” Jin yawned “. I’m getting hungry again, should we order something?.”

They didn’t know how to take a hint.

“Maybe you should, uhm, como se dice… Calabaza, calabaza, cada uno pa’ su casa. Don’t you think?.”

“Bitch, you’re Canadian not hispanic” Jimin rolled his eyes.

“You’re half Korean, you don’t have a hispanic bone in your body” Taehyung said.

“Read a book.”

“Thought she was American.”

“Oh my god” they were so annoying “. Can you guys go home?. The dinner finished like three hours ago.”

“Home is so far” Ho-seok shook his head “. Can I crash here today?.”

“Hell, no.”

“Mean.”

“Should we watch a movie?. This app is slowly killing my brain” Namjoon said with disapproval.

“What if you guys watch a movie in your own home?.”

“Your TV is bigger” Yoongi muttered.

“Dude, you’re a millionaire, buy a bigger one.”

“I don’t believe in bad investment.”

“I’m gonna slap you.”

“You sofa is comfortable” Jungkook talked, sleepy “. I don’t want to move.”

You sofa was a “L” kinda of furniture. Him and Jin were laying in one and Taehyung and Yoongi in the other part. Namjoon, Hobi, Jimin and you were sitting on the floor, all of you separated in different parts around the furniture, your head touching Jungkook’s knee.

You sighed annoyed before giving up, luckily you didn’t have to work tomorrow so you could stay up longer than usual. The eight of you decided to eat the leftovers of the evening and while Jin went to the kitchen to warm the food, one video caught the attention of everyone in the room. There was a guy in the TV talking how some girls had a list in their notes app about all the boys they had slept with and how they rank them on different aspects, he talked how he wanted to know his ranking and ask a friend who he usually hookup with to know his score. The story wasn’t that hard to understand since it was short and fun but what caught the attention of everyone in the room, mostly the boys, was knowing that some girls do that.

“That’s not true” Jungkook chuckled “. Who would make a list like that?.”

Everyone turned their heads to look at you. Jimin started laughing when you just kept quiet.

“Oh, my god. You have one?.”

“Maybe.”

“Are you kidding me?” the younger seemed to wake up completely, he took a seat next to you immediately “. You have a list, what’s the ranking?.”

“I won’t talk about this with you guys” you laughed at their curiosity.

“Why no?” Taehyung pouted “. I want to know too.”

“Because it’s weird.”

“Why would you have a list if you’re not going to talk about it?” Jimin insisted.

“I said I won’t talk about it with you all, I spill with my girls all the time” you smiled innocently “. Have to share the knowledge.”

“You know how fucked up this would be the other way around?” Yoongi asked.

“Men just hate seeing women in male dominated fields.”

“You’re so dumb” Jimin rolled his eyes “. Just tell me the ranking you have and why I’m the number one.”

“Oh, my god” Namjoon threw him a pillow “. Shut up.”

“Yes, thank you. Can you guys never say shit like that again?.”

“I’m curious!” Taehyung whined “. Why can’t we know?.”

“Why would you wanna know?.”

“Wouldn’t it be fair?” Jin appeared from the kitchen, a plate of food in his hand “. Wouldn’t you like to know if we had a ranking about you?.”

The guys pointed at him and his good argument. You knew he was right.

“Touché” you giggled“. Where is the food?.”

He rolled his eyes “Go grab it from the kitchen.”

Everyone stood up to do grab a plate of food from the kitchen and some Soju bottles you had in your fridge. Soon you were all sitting on the floor doing a little round while eating, you knew they weren’t going to let the subject go. You weren’t uncomfortable talking about your hookups with the boys but it was a little weird to know that you’ve had written about almost every guy in that living room in your notes app where you had ranked them and giving some opinions about how good or bad they were when you fucked them.

“So you’re going to tell us?” the younger smiled cutely, trying to convince you.

“Nope, so shut up.”

“Come on” Taehyung whined again ”. I need to know.”

“You guys don’t have bad ranking, it’s not a big deal. You don’t need to know, you were good ” you tried to argue, letting it not be a big thing “. It’s just a comment on how it was, I have bad memory.”

“But it is, I need to know what you wrote about it” he argued back.

“No, you don’t.”

“What about a deal?” Jimin talked, you looked at him confused.

“No.”

“It’s not that” he smiled machiavellian “. You’ve been trying to get into that art project with Jacquemus, right?.”

“First, it’s not an art project, it’s a deal that I’m trying to do to expand my brand” you corrected him “. Second, what about it?.”

“Yeah, that, whatever” he giggled when you looked annoyed “. What if I casually introduce you to Simon and you talk about the business deal with him?.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Well, I have an event with Tiffany & Co’s next week and he casually happens to be in it” Jimin shrouded “. You can come with me as my stylist.”

Oh, he was tempting.

You had been in the fashion industry since you graduated. Getting a job in a fashion magazine where you got to know more about the business and then successfully opening your own clothing brand where you got to sponsor a lot of celebrities around the world, Bangtan being one of them, actually them being one of the first ones to support your little business when you started. Their company had been the first to contact you to use your brand when Taehyung was capture wearing some of your cute sweaters back in 2018. Of course, you were already friends before that, when you guys bonded in some event back in that year and had spent nights sleeping with each other you had become really close friends so it wasn’t a big deal for you that he wanted to take some of your clothes when he found you working one day, of course you didn’t know the big deal it would be after that. You had to thank him a lot when people reached for your brand after that. And the thing was, people didn’t know that you were actually that close, and they didn’t need to, they would say you had slept your way to the top and it wasn’t true, you had slept around before it.

“You swear?.”

“Pinky swear, baby” he showed you his finger for you to grabbed it.

“I better get the invitation tomorrow.”

“It would be the first thing you see in the morning.”

you sighed, surrendering “Just the ranking of you guys.”

“Everything we want to know” he shook his head “. I’m getting you a meeting with the owner of the company you want to buy or whatever.”

“I don’t…” he was good at annoying you “. It’s not a meeting, you’re just introducing me to him.”

“Still enough. Once I introduce you, you’re gonna get the deal. You’re a good shit-talker.”

“I hate you” he smirked “. Three questions each and we don’t talk about this ever again.”

“Our rankings, two questions each and we don’t talk about this again.”

“Deal.”

You both intertwined fingers and everyone cheered like it was some of the biggest deals made in history. You rolled your eyes, almost comically before grabbing your phone.

“Okay, what do you guys wanna know?.”

“How many people do you have on your list?” the first one to ask was Namjoon.

“Thirty-nine.”

“Damn.”

“Shut up, if you had a list you probably would have like three thousand.”

“Not true” Yoongi defended himself “. I can count them with my fingers.”

“And you will have to multiply them by ten.”

“She’s right, you’re kinda of a whore” Taehyung nodded “. A silent whore though, I’ve barely know your hookups.”

“Anyway” the rapper changed the subject “. Is it actually a ranking of who was the best?.”

“It’s not” you denied “. I just have the names of the people I have slept with and, you know, I just ranked them for different topics and write some comments” you smiled “. It started because I wanted to sleep with all zodiac signs and then I just keep going to remember how it was.”

“That’s crazy” Jin commented “. What topics?.”

“So only four of us are on the list?” Hobi questioned.

“Five actually” you blushed for the first time in the night.

“Wait, what?” the boy frowned “. I know about Tae, Jimin, Namjoon and Jungkook.”

“Surprise” Yoongi smiled.

“God” you shook your head “. So, yeah, I mean, it happened like six months ago.”

“I mean, everyone knew it was gonna happen eventually” Namjoon nodded.

“Weird you guys never talked about it” Jimin pointed out.

“Not that weird actually, they barely talked about their hookups” Taehyung said “. But everyone knows they’re sluts.”

“Ouch?” you chuckled “. We were kinda drunk, it wasn’t that big of a deal.”

“You didn’t answer my question” Jin took your attention.

“Why you wanna know so much?. You are not in the list” Jimin laughed.

“I want to know how bad are you guys.”

“Please, I probably have a ten out of ten score” the dancer said confidently “. Is a ten out of ten score, right?.”

“Yes and It’s not that big of a deal, to be honest” you shrugged “. It’s just how good you were, notes about what was the best and some comments.”

“Can I read it for you?” Hobi said with excitement.

“No, and you just finish your questions so shut it.”

“Okay, I wanna know my ranking and comments” Jungkook said with obviousness.

“Yeah, for everyone” Namjoon said.

“Just read it for us” Jimin nodded.

“You actually want me to read you rankings out loud?” you questioned.

“Duh.”

“Wait, why am I getting nervous?” the younger frowned “. I wasn’t bad, right?.”

“I know I wasn’t bad, we had a lot of sex, you wouldn’t have sex with the same person if-” Tae stopped himself mid sentence “- Why did you give me that look?!. Was I bad?!.”

“Oh, my god” Yoongi rolled his eyes “. Just read it.”

“As you wish.”

“Why are you scrolling that much?” Hobi sat next to you “. Wow, Taehyung you were her number twenty-four.”

“Get away” you pushed the dancer.

“I want to know too” Jin sat behind you to look at your screen “. Oh, wow.”

“Read it!.”

“Okay, okay. It’s very explicit.”

“Even better” everyone complained at Jimin’s comment.

“Is everyone sure…?”

“Yes!.”

You giggled at their impatience before looking at your phone. You couldn’t read that out loud, you fake gagged at the thought of doing it. It was easier when you were drunk and talking with your girls and not sober with seven boys trying to know who was best at fucking you.

“Shit, I can’t, it’s weird” you sighed “. By the way, I need to clarify that there is no person in the list that has a ten out of ten, there is just one guy that has nine point five out of ten and is none of you” everyone booed “. So if you feel that you’re low, believe me you’re not” Ho-seok smiled amused when you gave him your phone “. Okay, you read it.”

“Hurry up!.”

“Taehyung, eight out of ten. Big dick, he fucks really good when he’s mad and is usually very intense in the act. Comments: he’s down to try almost any weird shit, finger play goes crazy.”

Taehyung got up, smiling and bowing to the boys who pretended to throw up at the information.

“You heard it, baby girls. I’m big dick.”

“Shut up.”

“You can call me ‘big dick’ from now on, guys.”

“Let me read the parenthesis” Jin took everyones attention.

“No!, wait…”

“(He seems to always finish first and sometimes doesn’t care if you do).”

Everyone started laughing, Taehyung got all red and you hid your face with your hands, embarrassed

“That was one time because I had to catch a plane!. You told me it was okay…”

“I knew Tae wasn’t a giver” Jimin clicked his tongue “. Should give him a two out of ten.”

“By the way, everyone has a parenthesis” Jin smiled “. And it seems it’s the bad things.”

“Wow, you rated one guy two out of ten” Hobi chuckled “. It says ‘Bad eater, small dick’. Damn, you’re mean.”

“Don’t read that!” you threw him a pillow.

“I wanna know mine!” Namjoon interrupted.

“Let me go by order, Jungkook is number twenty-eight” the dancer talked, the younger look attentively “. Jungkook, seven point five out of ten.”

“Ha!” Tae laughed at him.

“Great sex, one time he made me come thrice in less than one hour, he’s really hot when goes dominant guy. Comments: his stamina is crazy, can fuck for hours, good at being submissive.”

“I want to know the parenthesis!.”

“Three times in less than an hour is crazy” Ho-seok muttered.

“Lacks self respect” Jin giggled.

“What?. What it does even mean?” Jungkook frowned.

“Uhm, you know” you cleared your throat “. I didn’t mean it as a bad thing, you’re cute. Is… you know?” you went silent.

“Stop stalling” the younger was confused “. What did you mean by that?.”

“Babe, you have never say no to anything I’ve ever wanted to do.”

“And?.”

“Oh” Yoongi chuckled “, I get it.”

“What it’s wrong with that?” Jungkoon asked.

“Dude, she’s a fucking freaky” Jimin said “. There are things even Tae probably said no to.”

“That’s true” the idol nodded “. And you’re not that freaky, Kook. Lack of self respect.”

“I mean, for me is great but people might take advantage of you” you grimaced.

“Didn’t you do that?” Jimin questioned.

“And why wouldn’t I?.”

The guys laughed and Jungkook sat back thinking about the comment.

“Okay, me next!.”

“Right, you” Hobi read the list “. Number thirty-four, Jimin. Eight out of ten too.”

Knows how to move and how to get you in the mood immediately, weirdly good at quickies. Comments: loves face riding as much as me, after care it’s amazing.

“You listen to it, whores!” Jimin sang excited “. I should have the ten out of ten. What can even be the bad comment?. Too much after care?.”

“Gets to much into it, forgets to keep you in the mood.”

Everyone started to made fun of him.

“So basically, you don’t know how to entertain her. You bored her” Yoongi sighed “. Oh, you’re that bad, uh.”

“It didn’t say that!.”

“Jimin is bad at sex…”

“Shut up, six out of ten.”

“I was seven point five!.”

“Next one is Joon” Hobi read “. Number thirty-five. Oh, wow, after Jimin.”

“Why would you say that?” you shook your head.

“I’m just reading, baby” he chuckled.

Namjoon, seven point five out of ten. Knows how to talk you through it, good dick. Comments: he’s hot. (loves cowgirl but doesn’t know when to change it, got tired of it.)

“That’s it?” the leader whined “. Why that low then?.”

“I mean, it was great” you tried to not put him down “. But we had sex once, it wasn’t that mind blowing… But it was great!.”

“What she’s trying to say is that you’re mid” Jimin smiled.

“Shut up, you bored her to death.”

“My god, can we just finish this?” you complained.

“Let’s give it up for Yoongi” Taehyung clapped “. I’m going to give it a guess and said one out of ten.”

“That’s why his hookups never come back” Jimin added to the joke.

“They only fucked once and Yoongi seems lazy, has to be lower than me” Namjoon said.

“I can’t believe you put me the same score as Namjoon and you guys only fucked once” Jungkook complained.

“Believe me, it’s a good rank. It doesn’t say you’re bad” you defended.

“Yoongi is number thirty-nine” Hoseok read “. Wait, he was your last one?.”

“Damn, was he that bad you had to go celibate?” Jimin joked.

“I’ve been busy and, honestly, I’ve been fucking a lot this last couple of years” you chuckled“. And since it was mostly mid or bad sex, I wanted mind blowing sex before stopping for a while.”

“And you chose Yoongi?.”

“He just happened to be there” you shrugged.

“Ouch?.”

“So now you’re looking to settle down?” Taehyung questioned.

“I don’t know yet but I’ve sworn celibacy, I will wait until a worthy opponent comes along” the guys laughed at your dumb comment but you were serious.

“Yoongi is nine out of ten.”

“What?!.”

Yoongi chuckled, playing with the end of his shirt while the other guys were shocked. You laughed a little and Hobi decided to continue.

Knows how to make you come, he’s hella good with his fingers. Comments: tongue technology theory confirmed, squirted for the second time ever

“Wow, okay, we didn’t need to know that” Hobi made a disgusted face.

“The only bad thing it says is that you could be better in after care” Jin told him.

“Could be better in after care?” Jimin opened his mouth, offended “. That’s the only bad thing?. How- I can’t believe it.”

“You only fucked once and you put him nine out of ten?. Oh, my god, so I was that bad” Namjoon seemed like he was about to do a tantrum.

“I can’t believe it” Jungkook whispered.

“Fucking shit. Okay, and that’s all” you grabbed your phone “. Let’s not speak about this ever again.”

“But…”

“The deal.”

“Ugh” Taehyung pouted.

“Just one last thing” Jungkook grabbed your attention “. Who has the nine point five out of ten?.”

“Why is that important?.”

“I just want to know the comments” he said, he was serious.

“Antoine Lafleche” Hobi said.

“How do you…?”

“The only thing it says was ‘Wow’. Took my attention.”

“Yeah, well, he was” you smiled slightly “. Met him when I travelled to Paris for the exchange of my fashion program” you sighed “. We spend the last week of my course together, it really was ‘wow’. Sadly, we never exchanged numbers or anything.”

Jungkook nodded before standing up “well, I hated the ranking. We should head home now, it’s late.”

“You’re right” Jin stood up too “. By the way, this was really fun.”

“For you, I can’t believe I had an eight out of ten. I can’t believe Yoongi got ranked better than me!” Jimin started complaining.

“Don’t talk about it!” you whined “Shit, just get out.”

Of course you knew they would talk about it, probably even complain and argue how one was better than the other. What you didn’t except was for them to make a bet. That night you went to sleep while the guys arrived to their complex, thinking about that list after the silent road to home was almost to quiet, everyone thinking how many other girls had ranked them as low as you.

“Seven point five” Jungkook snorted when he sat on the couch “. Not even an eight.”

“I feel you.”

“Shut up, you fucked once. We did it many times and she gave me the same score as you?” the younger groaned, annoyed “. This is unbelievable.”

“I can’t believe Yoongi has a nine out of ten. One point more than me!” Jimin complained “. She was probably too drunk and thought it was good.”

“That’s an insane comment” the rapper rolled his eyes “. And not my fault you guys don’t know how to actually be good in bed.”

“Well, at least I have a big dick” Tae shrugged.

“Can you guys shut the hell up” Jin rolled his eyes “. You’re all bad in bed, we get it.”

“Please, you would get a two out of ten” Jungkook said “. When was the last time you got laid, grandpa?.”

Jimin laughed “yeah, you would probably be the lowest.”

“I don’t know, I kinda trust Jin. He seems to have game” Taehyung nodded.

“Stop being weird” Ho-seok chuckled.

“I would get that ten” Jin said with confidence “. You all had comments, I would just get that number and none of that shit reviews.”

“I can’t believe a guy name Antoine got a ‘wow’, the fuck is that supposed to mean?” the younger rolled his eyes.

“That he was that good” Jimin hummed “. I’m gonna get that ten out of ten” he mumbled “. It’s gonna be a ten out of ten and period, no more comments, just that good and speechless.”

“You already have a eight out of ten, give up” Yoongi told him with annoyance.

“So what?, you think I can’t get a better score than you?.”

“I think you just can’t get good in bed” the rapper barked.

“Stop” Namjoon rolled his eyes “. She said she’s on celibacy or whatever, she won’t sleep with you guys.”

“Wanna bet?.”

“Yah!, stop betting shit” Taehyung scolded his friends.

“I’m just saying, I want it to make it more fun” he shrugged.

Jungkook snorted and shook his head “make what more fun?.”

“I mean, I will get that ten out of ten no matter what” he talked like it wasn’t a big deal “. I just thought it would be fun if we all actually had one more chance, you know?. To see who’s actually better.”

“You’re a weird shit, you know that?” Ho-seok crossed his arms.

“And you all are still thinking about it.”

The room went silent, everyone actually thinking about the deal. But it wasn’t just a deal, after that score, the guys were a little hurt, mostly their egos, they knew they were good in bed, they had a lot of people confirming that but to know that they weren’t the best at it was a little but hurt, even more when they were now in the top of the world. They wanted to show you that they could get that perfect score, and if they had to compete with someone for that, who was best that each other?. They were the best of the best, they were going to change that ranking.

“I actually don’t care” Jin laid back on the sofa “. But I’ll get that number ten just for fun.”

“You’re on” Taehyung immediately stood up “. I know her more than you guys, I’ll get that number.”

“You know her more and you still got that eight, sit back down” Jimin rolled his eyes.

“Are you really doing this?” Ho-seok shook his head.

“If you are that afraid of getting a bad number, back off” Namjoon made fun of his brother.

“Please” the dancer scoffed “. One night and I’ll get that ten, seven point five.”

“Don’t call me that!.”

“I don’t care about competing with any of you” Jungkook said “. I’ll work hard for that number, and I’ll get it.”

Yoongi snorted “I had one drunken night with her and she gave me a nine, give ten minutes sober and I’ll get a fucking hundred.”

“Game on, baby!.”

You shouldn’t have shown them the list. Or maybe it was for the best?. Celibacy life wasn’t for you anyway.

this is me revealing as an insane ot7 😔🙏🏼

this is gonna be a flop but i was watching this guy on tiktok talking about this girl that rank him in bed a nine and how he lacked self respect and i was laughing so hard and then i was like waittt this is a good idea for a porn plot and then a bts edit appeared and i was like yea i need to write about it so here we are

this is gonna be like a lot of smut and i’m not that good at it but i wanna try it lmao so just for funzies and giggles u know

anyway next chapter soon hehe, i will also be editing and posting/editing the masterlist soon<33 just was too excited to post this

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