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"Petra. Go and relieve the soldiers on the ground; the rest of you join the attack on the right. I'll take care of the ones on the left."

I LOVE THIS SCENE AND SONG WITH ALL MY HEART.

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5’3 of sexy

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He should be in the top 3 of the 100 most handsome anime faces of 2024

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“he’s canonically considered ugly in the show”

this man ??

this scrumptious man ??

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Remember when Levi took on the whole Kenny squad and won? Yeah...

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VIKTOR SCENES IN ARCANE (4/?): 1.05. Everybody Wants to Be My Enemy

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Brokeback Mountain but it's Charthur

i drew these on an ipad, which is NOT my preferred tool at all, so don't mind it too much.

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when he’s all bloody from fighting your enemies, only to kneel down before you, gently taking your leg into his grasp and to kiss your foot. Murmuring 'Master' as he smiles up at you....

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"light yagami is a misogynist" I say into the mic.

the crowd boos. I begin to walk off in shame, when a voice speaks and commands silence from the room.

"she's right... surprising, for a woman", they say. i look for the owner of the voice. there in the 5th row stands light yagami.

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Uncontrollable desire 🧛🏻‍♂️

(90s levihan vampire au)

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his fucking little "yeah" IN THAT LOW HUSKY MF VOICE AND HOW HE JUST FUCKING BLASTS AT KENNY IM GONNA CU-

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decided to have a lil fun and add another, humanity's strongest soldier.

same reference used

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Fuck it. I’ll finally cave a little bit. Besides, we hit 700 followers!!💛

Dirty minded Levi Ackerman fantasizing about the ways he wants to fuck you because I’m beyond stressed out lately and ovulating like a slut.

Themes mentioned below: Levi lusting after gn!reader. oral, handjobs, unprotected, choking, cum eating, dom!Levi, breeding

NSFW themes below the cut. Minors do not interact or you will be blocked!! ⚠️

Of course he would look impassive, observant in an absentminded manner with a hand propped against his chin as he leaned against his desk. Unapproachable might have been the right word to describe his outward appearance on any given day.

Internally, however, how could he focus on a single thought today?

Hours. Hours he had spent attempting to avert his gaze, less he be labeled some perv by his peers. But always his gaze wandered back to the sight he so longed to stare at all day, to the person he wished he could wake up and see every morning in his bed, wrecked and tantalizing among the ruined sheets.

He found it hard to fully focus on you on a normal day, given the allure to him you always had held, but the moment you walked out in that little number…It was your day off, you could choose to live it how you saw best. Of course you could, prancing about the halls in that damned low cut dress just within his line of sight, blissful of his hard stare and tensing thighs…

No, of course he couldn't think straight enough to even label the color of the fabric you wore; just the way it hung off your figure in such a dainty yet provocative way.

How it rippled against the soft breeze should you stand just right, the nearly silken garment hugging your curves and contours deliciously in a way that made his thoughts blurry and his face heated, how easily tearable that dress could be if he only stood and snaked a hand up your thigh near the seam.

You were a skilled soldier, that much he’d always seen. Of course you would have a healthy build. But had he ever truly taken note of your figure? Until this moment, he wasn’t sure he had.

Such a shame, too…Then again, when had they ever worn this before?

Your ankles, your calves, a hint of your thighs poking through so teasingly, as though daring him to march over and grasp the supple flesh in his rough palms and lift you up by them to the nearest wall and fuck you senseless and breathless. Till you were a moaning mess only capable of whimpering his name like a broken prayer. Hell, he wouldn’t mind keeping the dress on just to tear it up and bunch it at your hips to drive into you over and over again.

My god, what must I do to get under that dress and breed you-

Where the collar of your uniform usually concealed skin from showing, same as everyone wore in any of the regimes, the column of your neck and the curve of your collarbones now stood out to him like a beacon. Oh, what he wouldn’t do, if given the chance to mark those up nice and dark, maybe restrict your breath with a hand pinning you down nice and snug-

“Captain?” You’d called, shaking him from his fantasy; not without a flustered scoff of disgruntlement.

Would they sound so innocent in tone on my desk spread out before me, devouring their soaked folds like a man starved with fingers crooked pulling in and out over and again, stuffing them full to prepare them for my cock?

“What, Y/N,” he droned instead, far too caught up in his many fantasies to bother with formality. God, your name felt so good on his tongue. He wondered briefly, what else might you have to offer that would taste as good as it felt? Perhaps the arousal dripping down your supple thighs might taste better than even your name-

“You skipped dinner; again.”

You could be my dinner, savory and sweet. I’d never hunger again, quenching my thirst between your quivering thighs, licking your drooling cunt clean just to mess you all up all over again-

“…So I brought you some tea! I hope I got it right,” you’d ramble on a moment, unaware of the color paling from his knuckles the firmer he gripped the armrest of his chair.

“It may not be as filling as a meal, but-“

“Tea’s fine,” Levi rasped out, dragging his gaze from the lowered neckline of your top to meet your eye. Such a mistake, with eyes as captivating as yours. Disscreetly, of course, he adjusted how he sat to reposition that ever present throbbing ache still tenting his uniform pants and reached out to accept the cup you so freely offered him on the other side of the wooden desk. He couldn’t recall a time even within his teenage years he’s been so horny for another, so desperate to take them in a moment’s notice and rip orgasm after orgasm from their spent form in his hands, fucking them underneath himself.

The light brush of your fingertips against his hand was enough to painfully remind him why he’d had to move; such soft hands, though he knew how strong a grip you could have. He’d trained alongside you, after all. He’d seen how easily you could keep a hold.

Just your hand wrapped around my cock, I would lose all sense of myself, I’m sure. If the reality could work me up half as much as the mere thought alone, I could only imagine I’d cum in seconds.

“…Thanks. Y/N,” Levi murmured, eyes down on the rim of his cup after he set it down. Lord, he needed a cold shower. Or maybe just a helping hand…

Fuck it.

“Take a seat. Why don’t you stay awhile, Y/N. We need to have a chat.”

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the monster's shadow ノ alucard

ৎ୭ — · · 8.9k ノ fem!reader — twin vampire AU / slow burn tension / Vlad the Impaler / jealousy deepens the monster’s possessiveness as he fears you desire the man he once was instead of the creature he's become

The witch’s curse had twisted reality, pulling Alucard’s human form—Vlad Tepes, the once great king—out of the shadows of his past. Now, for the first time in centuries, both versions of him walked in the same space, and it was��� unsettling, to say the least.

You weren’t sure what to think when you first saw him. Vlad stood tall and regal, every bit the monarch he had been before becoming the infamous vampire. His long, raven-black hair cascaded down his back. His clothing was that of a king: rich crimson robes adorned with gold, armor gleaming at his chest. His presence was commanding, and yet, it was not fueled by the same dark hunger you felt from Alucard.

Instead, there was something deeply human about him, despite the power he radiated. His brown eyes—ones that had yet to be tainted by centuries of bloodlust—held a solemn intensity that drew you in. And when he looked at you, it wasn’t with the same ferocity as Alucard’s sharp gaze, but with a quiet, almost mournful curiosity.

You were caught between these two versions of the same man.

Now, walking beside Alucard and Vlad, you couldn’t help but feel torn. Alucard, in all his vampiric glory, still held that dangerous allure that had ensnared you from the beginning. But Vlad… he was something else entirely. You hadn’t known this version of him—a man of flesh and blood, of duty and honor, before the madness and the darkness.

As you walked through the halls of Hellsing Manor, you found yourself glancing more and more at Vlad. His presence was… magnetic, and you couldn’t stop yourself from comparing the two. Alucard always exuded this intoxicating aura, a mixture of danger and seduction, but Vlad? He was regal, dignified, with a quiet strength that drew you in, like you were witnessing the shadow of the man before he became the legend.

Alucard, of course, noticed. He noticed everything.

He was walking slightly ahead of you, his long coat trailing behind him like a dark shadow, his crimson eyes burning with a quiet intensity. But his focus wasn’t on the mission at hand or the next battle awaiting him. No. His attention was on you. More specifically, the way you kept stealing glances at his human form.

“I see you’re fascinated by my past self,” Alucard suddenly growled, his voice dripping with something close to contempt, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You blinked, glancing at him. “I’m not—”

“You’re not?” Alucard turned, his towering figure casting a long shadow over you. His grin was sharp, predatory. “Then why do you keep looking at him like that?”

Before you could answer, Alucard’s gaze shifted to Vlad, who stood silently beside you. The tension between them was palpable, though Vlad seemed completely unfazed, as if he had no stake in the matter. His calm, steady presence contrasted sharply with Alucard’s seething jealousy.

“I look at him because… it’s strange,” you admitted, your voice soft but firm. “Seeing you—him—before everything. Before…”

“Before I became a monster?” Alucard interrupted, his grin widening in a way that sent shivers down your spine. His tone was mocking, but there was something dangerous simmering beneath the surface.

You hesitated, unsure of how to respond. Alucard wasn’t wrong. Seeing Vlad—the man before the vampire—was strange. It was as if you were glimpsing a version of Alucard that never existed in your mind. A version untouched by darkness, still burdened by the weight of mortality and the crown he once wore.

But that didn’t mean you preferred him. It didn’t mean you wanted Vlad over Alucard.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” you said quietly, stepping closer to Alucard. “I love you, Alucard. All of you. But it’s hard not to be curious about the man you once were.”

Alucard’s eyes flashed, crimson burning brightly in the dimly lit corridor. His expression was unreadable, a mask of cold fury and jealousy. “Curiosity,” he repeated, his voice dangerously low. “Is that what this is?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, Alucard stepped closer, his towering form almost overwhelming you with his sheer presence. “Do you wish I was still him? The man you’re so fascinated by?” He gestured sharply toward Vlad, who remained still, silent. Watching.

Your heart skipped a beat, not from fear, but from the intensity of Alucard’s words. His jealousy was almost palpable, a burning fire beneath his cold exterior.

“No,” you said firmly, reaching out to place a hand on Alucard’s chest. “I don’t wish you were anyone else but who you are now.”

Alucard’s eyes flickered, the burning intensity dimming slightly, but the jealousy still lingered. His lips curled into a sneer as he glanced at Vlad once more.

“And yet,” he continued, his voice soft but dangerous, “you can’t help but fawn over the king, can you?”

Vlad’s eyes shifted to you at that moment, his expression calm but unreadable. There was a certain grace in the way he carried himself, a dignity that made him seem almost… untouchable. He hadn’t spoken much since the curse had split him from Alucard’s vampire form, but now, seeing the tension between you and Alucard, he finally spoke.

“She does not prefer me,” Vlad said quietly, his voice deep and measured, carrying the weight of centuries of leadership. “You and I are the same, Alucard. Whether in this form or another, it is you she loves.”

His words were meant to soothe, but Alucard’s jealousy still simmered beneath the surface. “You’re wrong,” Alucard snarled, his eyes locking onto you again. “She’s human. She doesn’t want a monster. She wants the man I once was. The man I can never be again.”

You stepped forward, not backing down from the intensity of his gaze. “I don’t want the man you once were, Alucard,” you said firmly, your hand still resting on his chest, feeling the cold stillness of his body beneath your fingers. “I want you. The vampire. The monster. The man I fell in love with.”

For a moment, the tension seemed to hang in the air, thick and heavy. Alucard’s eyes bore into yours, searching, questioning. Then, slowly, his expression softened, just a fraction.

“And what of him?” Alucard asked, his voice quieter now as he glanced back at Vlad. “Doesn’t he tempt you? Doesn’t his humanity make you wonder what life would have been like if I’d remained… mortal?”

You shook your head, your hand sliding up to cup Alucard’s cheek, feeling the coolness of his skin beneath your palm. “He may be who you were, but he’s not who you are now. And I love who you are now.”

Alucard’s eyes darkened, but this time it wasn’t with anger or jealousy. It was with something deeper, something that spoke to the centuries of loneliness and darkness he had endured.

“I don’t prefer one over the other,” you continued softly, but with conviction. “You’re both the same person. Alucard, Vlad, vampire, king—it’s all you. I love you. Both of you.”

Alucard’s intense gaze softened for a moment, his jealousy wavering as your words sank in. You turned to look at Vlad, who stood tall, silent, but with a flicker of understanding in his eyes. “You are his past, and he is your future. I can’t choose one because to love you is to love both sides of who you are.”

Alucard’s lips twitched into a smirk, but there was a hint of vulnerability behind his sharp grin. He stepped closer, his towering form enveloping you in his shadow. “Both of us, huh?” His voice was low, filled with a dark, teasing edge. “You really are a strange one.”

Vlad stepped forward as well, his presence calm yet commanding. His dark eyes, full of centuries of wisdom and sorrow, softened as he regarded you. “Then it seems we are both yours,” he said quietly, his voice like a distant storm—strong, yet gentle. “If you will have us.”

You felt the tension ease, the weight of their insecurities lightening as they realized you didn’t have to choose. You loved them both—equally, deeply—because they were two parts of a whole. Vlad’s humanity and honor, Alucard’s darkness and power. The two sides balanced each other in a way that was uniquely theirs.

Alucard’s hand came to rest on your shoulder, his touch cool but grounding. “Then I suppose I can share,” he said, his voice a playful growl, though the possessiveness still lingered beneath the surface. “For now.”

Vlad, ever the king, gave a slight nod of agreement, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “As long as we are together, it is enough.”

You smiled, relief washing over you as they both accepted your love, understood it, and—perhaps for the first time—found peace in sharing you. The tension that had once divided them dissolved, replaced by a deeper bond between all three of you.

Alucard’s sharp, dangerous smirk returned, but this time it was filled with something else—contentment. “Let’s see if you can handle the both of us,” he teased, his voice thick with dark amusement.

And as you stood between them, feeling the weight of their presence surrounding you, you knew one thing for certain: they were yours, and you were theirs. Forever.

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