#{ levi - ghost of you }

[neptumiis]

he loves watching how desperate you look choking on his cock while you gag on his warm cum sliding down your throat filling your mouth

it was to much for you

you could feel the cum pooling in between your cheek shaping his cock still thrusting down your throat spilling out the sides of your mouth

teary eyes looking up at him gripping his thighs trying to run away still gripping your hair he brings you right back down on his cock sliding it all the way down the back of your throat

how many times would he have to come down your throat till it fills your stomach

with one more thrust he pulled you away from him finally letting you breath, red scratch marks running along his thighs hands still clawing at him as you gasp for the breath you desperately needed.

letting out a whimper as your lips detached from him his hand cradling your head upwards forcing you to look at him through your teary eyes

“such a good girl for me”

still gasping for air barely managing to get any words out. trying say something, but your voice comes out in a whimper

tears running down your cheeks

EREN, LEVI, Zoro, Gojo, Dabi, TOJI, AIZAWA,Shigaraki, Bakugo, GETO, Konig, Simon (GHOST) Riley

[saintgoths]

☾༺♰༻☽ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴍᴇɴ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜ☾༺♰༻☽

mdni very 18+ - just nasty sex.

includes simon 'ghost' riley, joel miller, levi ackerman, carlos oliveira and will herondale.

feedback/comments would be appreciated :)

SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY

Like the man he is, he would fuck you in a position that asserts his dominance, a possessive grip that puts you in a firm stance telling you that you’re his and no one can fuck you the way he does, with his hand gripped tightly around your hair while he plows into you, forcing you to roll your eyes towards the back of your skull. “Take it,” he grunts and loud you shamefully moaned, “you pretty girl, all ruined and tight for me,” he moaned.

Proud he feels the way your body trembles under his touch, the width of his cock opening your pretty little cunt while the increased wetness inflates around his shaft. “Atta girl,” he groans as the tip of his cock licks against the skin of your cervix, pushing you into an intense high while your knees steeply dig into the sheets of the bed.

Your moans pathetic as you could feel your body weaken as another strong wave of orgasm pushes through you, your nectar spilling all over his bed and cock as you release a loud cry of pleasure as the thick and hot spews of his lewd semen coat your walls, your sensations ecstatic as he finally lets go of your figure and watches it shamelessly pummel against the bed.

“Y’did so well babydoll,” he muttered ere he dragged himself off the bed.

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JOEL MILLER

He’s so possessive with the way he fucks his girthy cock into you, beastly you feel the arch of his shaft pull forward inside your tight cunt, his loud, prideful of the erotic noises that purrs out of his mouth, while the tightness of your pussy clenches around him swallowing his large size as he loses himself inside of you.

His arms possessive around your body while the balls of his cock wetly slaps against your ass. “You’re such a good girl,” he drooled and in response you release a shameful whimper answering with degrading and shameful words declaring how you’re all his.

“Daddy, daddy!” You wept, over-stimulated by the brute forces of his large shaft beating and possessively marking the balmy and tepid of your cunt.

“There, there,” he whispered, “so good, such a good girl,” he moaned and the second he felt the thermal wetness of his load fill the tight size of your cunt the softness of his lips pressed against your neck leaving a sweet mark of his love.

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LEVI ACKERMAN

He loves the way his hand perfectly wraps around your breast as you hungrily bounce on his cock, your back pressed against his chest while the juices of your pussy squelches around his shaft, your cunt compact while the veins of his long manhood stroked the walls of your heat.

You bite your lip while the pad of his fingers twirl around your nipples, your breast plump and delicate, fondled by the adept hands of Levi Ackerman, who had been drunk with eroticism, his eyes dark with stimulation with the face of his cock that pummelled against the soft knob of your cunt, you throw your head back, your mouth drooling with piquancy as you had now been capable to speak.

“C-captain!” You moaned, your cries shameless while the arc of his cock hungrily blow and stroke the soft areas of your pussy, he had been focused, with his member that had softly shook in your tight space, one hand above your pearl that had gently whirled, possessive and hoggish with the way your body rolled against his.

“Just like that,” he whispered, “keep going!” He moaned and in obedience you continued to bounce up and down his length, your eyes wet with desirous tears as your body heaved forwards, numb and intoxicated by the member that had filled your heat paired with the sticky cum that had greedily clung onto your walls, feeling the depth of loneliness the second he pulled his cock out, but now his lip had been pressed against your jaw, tender and supple.

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CARLOS OLIVERIA

With his big and strong arms, he holds you up while fucking his wide cock up your cunt, his shaft easily slipping and sliding and the tip of his member greedily licking the soft lumps of your pussy while you tightly wrap your arms around his shoulders, securing yourself against him while his fingers grip into your skin, “That’s it princess,” he murmurs into your ear while frantically bucking his hips forward searching and sailing for his climax while your sweet cries fill the room.

Your lips tight and eyes white while the head of his shaft lick the coat of your cervix, eager to spill and fill its juices and give into the animalistic nature to breed. “So good for daddy,” he moaned and desperately you nodded your head, and in bold need for his authoritative approval you obeyed every demand that left his tongue, “Say it, say your my princess,” he commanded and frantic you felt your tongue slip out of your mouth as you hopelessly tried to gather the words he imposed from you.

“I’m—” you cried out and before you could finish your sentence a strong shriek was pulled out from your mouth as you could feel his shaft move deeper inside of you, sending you into a bold crying hysteria, how shameless you looked, disoriented and a mess due to his touch. “I’m your princess!” You chanted while you could feel your orgasm explode and spill against the cold floors of your room; and sapped you had fully leaned against Carlos, your arms still hung around him, wasted.

“You feel that?” Carlos hummed as he slowly pulsed in you and weakly you nodded as you had recognised the soft sensation of his fluid filling your wet cunt. “Good girl,” he then kissed your cheek before he rested you against the bed.

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WILL HERONDALE

He holds onto you so fucking tight, craving and selfish with the way his fingers dig into your skin, so snug, he thought, so supple your cunt had felt around him, how well you had taken his size and how you were just for him, only his, restricted to be shared, he had hated the idea of you being somebody else’s, glad, that the pliable and wetness of your vagina was his to claim and he swore that nothing would take you away from him.

“My love,” he moaned, his hand cupped beneath your knees as your body had bounced against his, your walls had clenched around him, taut and firm and so soothing and narcotic like he was some ill-man, and the feeling of your opiate cunt being the only thing that could cure him, he loved it, and could care less that he moved like a starved man.

Beastly while the nectar from the previous orgasms had melted and thawed with each other and the cloying cries of your over-stimulated moans had been a glacé music to him, he could feel another round of his orgasm build up and with the way you had whimpered to his touch, and with the way your body had twitched under his grope, another ecstatic rush wanted to overcome your petite figure.

“Fuck!” You loudly cried out feeling the face of his cock slickly brush and speck against your spot and once more, your eyes rolled backwards uncaring if anyone in the institute could hear your lewd cries, prideful that you had been ravished by Will Herondale, having his shaft stroke and tinge every good nerve in your pussy while he whispered sweet and amorous words in your ears, talking you into another amative and carnal climax.

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[bravo4iscool]

platonic ghost x reader, just a little blurb, retired!simon, retired!reader, fatherfigure!simon (?), reader is inspired by those house climbing parcour people lol

“didn’t expect to see you here simon.” his head shoots up when he hears a familiar voice and he starts looking around. when he can’t see andyone he start to frown. is he starting to hallucinating? maybe the war against terror was really taking a toll on him.

“above you,” you chuckle and when he raises his head he sees you smirking down at him. you jump of the roof like you’ve never done any different and land beside your former lieutenant.

“so, how’s life going,” you ask him, tilting your head to the side. “has retirement been treating you good?” you smile, your chest swelling with pride when you notice his still surprised, almost shocked expression.

“‘s boring. got n’thing to do,” he shrugs, burying his hands in the pocket of his jacket.

you slowly nod. “riiight. that’s why you’re in paris during an active counter terror mission, right?” you smirk once again, your eyes glistening with mischief. “come on old man. who are you trying to fool? my granny or what?”

“‘s classified,” he only answers and you let out a chuckle. he was getting bad at lying.

“classified my ass,” you huff with rolling eyes. “we both know you’re here unofficially. you want to see if soap does his job correctly.”

he only grumbles, “fine.” and that’s when you know you have him. “i‘ave n’thing t’do. i need action.” he shrugs it off and you ‘tsk’.

“want a better look at it?” you then ask out of the blue. “i know a spot or two. already located the hq,” you tell him, the mischievous glint still in your eyes. “you just have to keep up with me.” now that’s a challenge; one you know he can’t resist.

“what d’ya mean? ‘keep up with ya’?” he frowns and you laugh.

“watch and learn, old man,” you wink before you climb up the building with fast hands and smirk down at him once again. “you think you can do it?”

“fucking hell,” he curses before he scans his environment. you got him. the simon riley you knew never backed down from a challenge. seems like he’s still the man you knew when you left the 141.

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[levisolace]

[3] Expendable Hearts (Levi x F!Reader)

Chapter 3: Ten Things I Hate About You

WC: 7,455 Chapter Warnings: flashback, drinking, college sassy levi, fluff? Summary: Everyone in Levi's life knows he only ever dated one girl and that she left him wrecked, bitter, and heartbroken. Many years later, she's back in his life and he doesn't know what to do. Note: Let's all pretend the update didn't take a year. I think this chapter can be read as a stand alone if you want to read college Levi. ^^

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You had a plan. 

College means endless possibilities. College means that you’re free from your family. College means that you can finally focus on yourself. College means that you could finally make friends. To set this plan of making lifelong friendships in motion, you figured that the first step was to attend an actual party. A messy party with booze, beer pong, and unsupervised new adults like the ones you see in movies. The thought of  it was enough to make you feel uneasy and dizzy enough to actually vomit before even stepping a foot inside the horrible place. But hey, it wouldn’t be so bad, right? 

You’re in the middle of drinking (or at least pretending to) with a few fellow freshmen girls you met. They looked pretty. Really pretty. With luscious hair, long lashes, and glossy lips that were in contrast to the extent of how much you could fix yourself with a brush, a lip and cheek tint, and an eyebrow pencil. 

You weren’t really following the conversation very much, just chiming in with a few words and chuckle here and there. They were talking about boys, a topic you were not excited for. You’re only here to make friends, you can’t fathom jumping to getting acquainted to testosterone-filled human beings so soon. That hasn't even crossed your mind. 

A call to your name snapped you out of your worries. Your heart beats faster. Oh shit. They were gonna ask you something. Your relationship history, maybe? It’s fine. You can just say you haven’t dated anyone. It won’t be weird. A lot of people actually stay single throughout high school. So what if you’re a virgin? That’s a social construct. It’s fine. Yeah. Just act chill.

“What about you? What’s your type?” 

Oh. 

You chuckled awkwardly, eyes frantic and you held your canned beer tighter. You didn’t expect that question. This entire situation is beginning to feel like a job interview. Fuck. What is your type? Even you yourself don’t know that. Fuck. They’d find me weird if I say I don’t know or I haven’t thought about it, right? 

You look around, looking at the men to decide right then and there what attracts you the most. 

For fuck’s sake, just pick anything or anyone, you tell yourself. 

And then you spot someone familiar. He’s standing against the wall, holding a cup to his chest, chatting with a guy much taller than him. From the looks of it, he isn’t enjoying the party that much. He was probably dragged along into it. 

For reasons you don’t even know yourself, you panic and point to the steel-eyed man with the undercut. 

“Him,” you raise your voice a little to make them hear you beyond the booming top hits music. 

Levi Ackerman. 

He was from your highschool. A famous slacker with high grades. Well, not as high as yours but given his misdemeanor and laziness, it’s actually commendable how he got into this university. You don’t actually like him like that. You barely even spoke to him. Just call it a moment of weakness—you panicked and pointed to the first familiar person you saw and that was him. 

“Hm. He’s hot. A little on the shorter side but very hot.” One of the girls nodded and winked at you. You chuckled as a response and chugged down your beer in frustration. The alcoholic drink is bitter on your tongue. You don’t like it very much and you don’t understand the hype around the bitter drink but due to the lie you just spat out, you couldn’t help but feel thirsty. 

Feeling someone’s eyes burning holes behind your head, you turned your head back in Levi’s direction. He was looking at you and your companions. From the looks of it, he had heard what your conversation was about. He pushed himself off the wall and you wondered what he’d do. Maybe he’d walk over to you and confront you about it? 

Well, he didn’t do that. Instead, he did the most ridiculous thing. 

Levi, that motherfucker, flipped you off and intentionally walked out of your sight with a pointed glare.

Fortunately, your potential friends didn’t see, having been too caught up in their next topic that you weren’t able to follow. Your mouth gaped open, shocked and offended at Levi’s reaction. A wave of embarrassment runs through you. Did you just get harshly rejected by that asshole? Was he like this to everyone who he hears has a crush on him? No wonder you didn’t hear anything about him dating back in high school. What an arrogant prick. 

The rest of the first semester of University was easily spent out of the sight of the steel-eyed man. The university was big enough for the two of you not to cross paths. It wasn’t until you found a job in the middle of the semester as a server in a restaurant in Paradis that fate decided that Levi was to be thrusted into your life again. 

Kuchel’s used to be a small restaurant famous in Paradis City.

Kuchel, the kind woman who owns it, was kind enough to hire you and treat you like her daughter. The work was tasking but it paid you enough to live well. Your grandmother’s savings could only take you so far and you had food, school supplies, and commute fees to worry about. Yes, you still lived with your grandmother. That was a choice. Your stupid father up and went when you started high school, disappearing to god knows where, leaving you in your grandmother’s care. Your grandmother was living well enough, not quite rich but had enough to be living in a small house in Paradis. She’s lived here all her life, generations of your family owning that lot and home. Even if she insisted that you try out the dorms, you still wanted to check up on her and just commute every day. 

You loved your grandmother’s food but holy shit… Kuchel is amazing. Her food is to die for. A lot of big people in Paradis would come by and give pretty good tips. 

The first time you saw Levi there, he greeted you with an insult to your cleaning. 

“So, you’re the new hire. Ma should be thinking twice before hiring incompetent college students.” He said. He glanced under the counter of the cashier where you just finished cleaning, swiping his two fingers there. He then frowned at the thin layer of dust that coated the pad of his fingers, showing them to you after. 

You froze by the doorway of the supply room but not because of his disappointment or his unprovoked insult. He had always been rude to you for some reason. You don’t know why and it bothered you to the core for some reason. 

“Levi Ackerman,” you nod at him, intentionally ignoring his words. You got back to working, doing inventory of the supplies like you’re supposed to. 

He states your name back and you were a bit surprised he knew it. You guessed it was because you were always top of the class. Still, he has a good memory, doesn’t he? 

“You should know how to clean better.” He retracted back to his opening statement. You huffed, eyes only on your checklist. 

“Duly noted, Ackerman,” you replied impassively, not sparing him another glance. 

He didn’t reply after that, leaving to greet his mother inside the small staff room. His mother had warned you about this happening. She said Levi is unbelievably strict about cleanliness and if he ever comes by, he will definitely have something to say about your cleaning. You can get past him calling out your cleaning skills but to call you an incompetent college student? That’s just below the belt. 

To make it short, the first few interactions you had with Levi Ackerman didn’t set you two up for friendship, much less a relationship.

It was only when you met Hange Zoe, the star-eyed girl from the Science department who often stopped by Kuchel’s to eat dinner. She’s one of your classmates in Philosophy class that would ask the most ridiculous (but valid) questions to the professor that never fails to make the class either curious or laugh. 

Hange Zoe was a curious delight and you were only thankful that being friends with her only mainly requires listening to whatever she was working on at the moment. And you did… most of the time. What can you say? You were a good listener. In a short amount of time, you found yourself gravitating next to her more than the other people you were hanging out with. Hange just made you feel safe and content. The others were nice but with others, you felt like you were always on your toes, just constantly adjusting your personality to relate with them. 

Hange began to have dinner with you during your break at Kuchel’s and if you two had time after, you’d study together too. Unlike you, Hange comes from a province with dreams of being a biologist. You never would’ve guessed as she seemed to be more adapted to city life than you who lived there all your life. When you told her that, she told you that she would often travel to  see some few friends here way before college started. 

Imagine your shock when the said friends dropped by one night at the restaurant.

Levi Ackerman and Erwin Smith sat in front of you at a booth one night, the former scowling at the confirmation that the girl Hange was meeting every night in his mother’s restaurant was indeed the annoying new hire. When Hange sensed the tension, she immediately nudged you and motioned to the two of you.

“Do you two know each other?” Hange asked, raising a brow excitedly. 

Levi scoffs, as if offended. “No.”

“Yes,” you reply at the same time as him. 

The tension only grew, the two of you glaring at each other like there were no other people sitting in your booth. There was no other person that ticked you off like the boy who had a perpetual scowl on his face. You still didn’t know why he’s so pissed at you since that incident at the party. Was it because your companions called him short? That wasn’t your fault. And it was kind of true, anyway. Not that you would say that to his face. His height, or anyone’s height, is the least of your concerns.

Smirking, you continued to piss him off. “He’s my crush.” 

Hange gasped and Erwin, the tall blonde stranger, stared at Levi in amusement. 

“Shut up.” Levi almost raised his voice in a rush to shush you. His face became red at his friends’ stare as he sent a dagger to your face while leaning a little bit, making you softly get out a short laugh.

“I’m kidding. Not anymore. He rejected me.” You tease him further, spewing some half-truths to keep them intrigued. 

“What? Levi!” Hange reached over to smack his arm lightly. Erwin was laughing now, shaking his head. Even in amusement, you realize poise is instilled in him.

“I said shut up,” Levi repeated, an embarrassed blush tinting his cheeks as he crossed his arms. “Tsk,” he adds, looking away from you.

You shrug. “Well, it’s fine. Really,” you tell the other two at the table. Levi grunted and turned his head to the side, muttering something inaudible to anyone. You paid it no mind, wanting to chat up the other guy at the table. 

“So, Erwin,” you change the topic to learn more about the blonde who had an incredibly straight posture. Seriously, the moment he sat down, towering over you even when seated, your body felt the urge to snap your spine into a straight line and correct your irreparable slouching.

With one question, you had Erwin talking about his academics and achievements. You were instantly captured by how he presents himself. He’s everything you wanted to be. Confident, smart, and approachable. You couldn’t help but be like a moth drawn to a flame. You wanted to know more about him. You wanted to be just like him. 

Before you knew it, the dinners with Hange and her best friends included lunches too. Then, it extended to hang outs in and outside campus. Eventually, the four of you were inseparable. The newest member of the university-wide student council, the crazy biology student, the short handsome grumpy campus crush, and you. 

“Levi!” Hange hollered, skipping while hand in hand with you.

“Babe!” You waved at Levi who was already scowling at the sight of you two. The crush thing eventually became an inside joke in your friend group with you constantly flirting with Levi in hopes of seeing his flushed but annoyed face. 

The university Christmas celebration is an end-of-the-semester celebration. It’s a tradition that the school is famous for. The hottest artists in the country are invited, booths of food and stores are invited in, and the best thing? It’s exclusive to the students and alumni of Paradis University only. 

The first Christmas festival at Paradis University, you spent it with your new friend group. 

When the two of you reached the pair, Erwin wrapped his arms around you in a friendly manner when he greeted you while Hange forced Levi into a hug. You don’t do the same. Only Hange can do that to Levi because literally no one can stop the girl. You give Levi a nod when you pull away from Erwin’s hug. 

“Hey, babe. Looking good.” You greeted Levi while your eyes went over his outfit. He wore a long sleeved turtle neck, a gray flannel, and slacks. 

“Tch.” He looks away uncomfortably, pink tinting his cheeks and the tip of his nose caused by the cold and your teasing.

The festival was as fun as the upperclassmen said it would be. You tried the fake tattoos, the snacks, and even got glow sticks as bracelets. (Hange had to force the bracelet on Levi’s wrists.)

As the night fell, the four of you were cramped with the other students in front of the stage because Hange insisted that she just had to see her favorite band nearby, much to Levi’s protests. 

You could easily be relaxing on a picnic mat still on the field but a little further away from the stage. Instead, you and Levi are squished together, no space between the two of you as the most awaited local pop band starts their set. Erwin and Hange were somewhere in front of the two of you, the taller two of your friend group probably had worked their way to the front of the crowd much easier. They unintentionally left you and Levi together amidst Hange’s effort to push herself through the crowd while using Erwin as a blocking sled. 

Somewhere at the start of the set, you notice Levi’s irritation. He isn’t really enjoying the lack of space. A little bit concerned, you leaned over to his ear. 

“Hey! You alright?” You asked, raising your voice so he could hear you over the booming music of the speakers. He turns his head, flinching to find your face so close to his but he calms immediately. 

“I’m fine,” he responds though his nostrils are flaring and his eyes are frantic, looking around the crowd. The rock band was starting to play their best streamed song and before they did, they asked the people to jump to the music when they asked to. 

You looked around, there was more crowd coming and you were near the stage already. Leaving now would be impossible. 

“Loosen up! It’s gonna be fine,” you tell him so he could relax. It was simple advice from a friend to a friend, if that’s what you two even are. 

Without thinking too much about it, you grabbed Levi’s hand. “Hey! Jump with me so we won’t lose each other.” You tell him, closing your fingers around his palm. He stares at you with wide eyes but the crowd screamed, distracting you to look at the stage before you can say anything else. 

He didn’t protest and clasped his hand around yours too. As the chorus part of the song came on, you found yourself jumping with the crowd while holding Levi’s hand. It was a fun mess. You haven’t had fun like that ever. You moved with the crowd, not even minding that Levi wasn’t jumping with you. 

In the back of your mind, you feared that you’ve gone too far by holding his hand. But you were having too much fun and if he didn’t want to, he could easily let your hand go. Besides that worry, there’s also this warmth creeping from your stomach to your cheeks as you raved with the crowd, singing along to the song. You couldn’t look at Levi. You don’t know why. You spared him a few glances but he was only staring ahead, a small smile on his face. He doesn’t seem to be as uncomfortable as earlier. 

When the band finished the song, the adrenaline dwindled down and you were heaving. You laughed and finally worked up the courage to look at your companion to check on him, your hands still clasped together. Just as you turned your head, ironically, the band started playing their famous slow love song and as the first line of the lyrics dropped, your eyes landed on him. 

He was already looking at you. 

His stare held yours in place, making you freeze in time. 

Side by side, you stand next to each other. The first thing you noticed is how his silver eyes sparkled under the moonlight and the glowing lights. The next thing is how his face uncharacteristically softened and relaxed, the creases on his forehead were absent and his mouth was no longer pressed into a thin line. Instead, his pink lips were slightly parted. 

Everyone around you seemed to blur. The loud music from the speakers was drowned out in your brain. You could only stare at him. It’s as if you two are actually seeing each other for the first time. And you are. 

Your cheeks heaten up as the weird feeling in your stomach is something you finally identify as butterflies. 

“Y-you okay?” You leaned to his ear as you were finally able to gather yourself. 

When you look back into his eyes, he doesn’t say anything. He only nodded, clearing his throat and looked back at the stage. 

As the band continued their set, he never let go of your hand. You didn’t either. Even when the band moved on to their livelier songs, you moved with the crowd with Levi still holding your hand. Even when the crowd loosened up, the two of you never moved away from each other, keeping the small distance between the two of you.

When the set of the band came to an end, Hange and Erwin quickly found you two. And as if there was a gravitational pull, it was like the two of you never shared an odd moment of intimacy. 

Glancing at Levi as Hange spoke about how the lead vocalist shook her hand, you take a glance at Levi who was doing anything to avoid your eyes. He’s looking around again. Probably to see if he can squeeze his way out of the crowd now. 

“Oh—oh! There you two are! We should take a picture!” Hange jumps in excitement, not even noticing the tension between the two of you. She had already put up her camera, waiting for the three of you to pose. 

You looked up and threw up a peace sign, smiling sweetly. Hange was in front, holding up the camera. Erwin was behind her a little. To compress, you shift closer next to Levi who was next to Erwin. When Hange was one second away from clicking, Erwin took it upon himself to wrap his humongous arm around the two of you, his hand landing on your shoulder and pulling you even closer to Levi, making your face squish to Levi’s. 

As the picture clicked, Levi wasn’t subtle with his protests, his palm pushing up Erwin’s chin to push him away and letting the two of you go. 

“Nobody cares about fucking personal space out here,” he muttered. You only chuckled, looking over Hange’s shoulder to see the picture. 

The picture that came out was funny. Levi was clearly uncomfortable with how your cheeks are squished together. He was in the middle of cringing, face scrunched up in disgust. On the other hand, your eyes are wide in surprise and about to gasp. Hange and Erwin were grinning wide and unbothered. You liked it but you wouldn’t admit that.

“What the hell. Let’s take another one! I look like shit,” you complained. 

You took another one with the four of you. This time, it was simple. Erwin held up the camera, making the angle much further than the last. There was no need to squeeze together. (Not like there was a need earlier. Erwin’s just a dick.)

“That’s better,” you say. You can’t wait to show it to your grandmother. 

“Yeah, only if someone would wipe that frown from his face.” Hange side-eyed Levi. 

And then an idea popped into your head. You can take pictures with them individually. That would be fun to show to your grandma. She’s been dying to get to know your friends.

“Hange, we should take a picture!” You ask her and Hange squealed a yes, pushing Erwin to take the picture for you who happily obliged, even holding up Hange’s camera like a father with both hands on the horizontally angled device, leaning forward with his ass in the air. 

Hange put her arms around you and you did the same. You pressed the side of your foreheads together. With your free hands, you both put up a thumbs up. Then a heart. Then a peace sign. 

After multiple pictures with Hange, you asked for one with Erwin too. The taller man put his arm around your shoulder and you slid your arm around his waist. As you successfully dragged the two to a picture with you, your eyes shifted to Levi who was watching by the side. You give him a look.

“Fuck no.” Levi told you, moving away when you got closer to him.

You frowned, grabbing his arm to pull him back. “Come on! Consider it my Christmas gift from you.” 

“I wasn’t planning on giving you anything,” he grumbled. 

Hange was already ready to take the picture. Realizing it’s better to be over with it before Levi runs away again, you posed. You don’t put your arms around him or pull him closer, afraid that he might not appreciate the lack of personal space. Instead, you decided to stick with smiling and forming half a heart with your hand. Levi doesn’t complete it, of course. He crossed his arms, glaring at the camera when it clicked. 

That photo was the first photo you had with Levi Ackerman. And that same photo was framed and is now somewhere in a box that’s hidden deep in your closet. 

As you get ready for work the next morning, you stare at the stack of boxes in your closet. Right at the bottom of it lies a memory lane you haven’t traveled in forever. You couldn’t. Not anymore. 

With a heaving sigh, you close your closet door and head over to work. 

Work was okay enough. You can definitely see yourself working with ODM for a long time. If you can patch things up with Levi, maybe you can accept the regularization offer without any guilt. If that doesn’t happen, you can just ignore each other or go back to Trost. You’re sure you can work something out to have Vanessa accept you again. 

You do not like Levi Ackerman. 

How could you? He’s grumpy. He’s rude. He’s lazy unless he’s cleaning. He doesn’t have any dreams. How could you like someone like him? 

However, ever since you got home after the christmas university event, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. You couldn’t stop thinking about how he looked under the moonlight. The way it hit his gray eyes and how his cheeks looked so soft. You couldn’t stop thinking about him and how the two of you never spoke about that moment you shared back there. There was definitely something different in the air that night. Yeah. That must be it. It was probably the lack of space and oxygen that made you believe the funny feeling in your stomach are butterflies. 

So, no, you do not like Levi Ackerman. Not like that anyway. Maybe you’re finally seeing him as a friend? Besides, if you’d have a crush on a friend, it’d be Erwin. 

“Whatcha thinking of, Greenie?” Hange asked as she plopped herself on the couch next to you, handing you a cup of a drink they mixed. You’re at some party hosted in a club a little bit away from campus. You should probably be doing better things than attending a christmas frat party but somehow, Hange dragged the three of you along “for the experience,” as she said. 

“Nothing,” you reply, sipping from the red cup. You immediately winced, contemplating whether to spit the drink out or swallow it. You went with the latter but not without making a disgusted face. “Fuck. What’s in this?” 

“I mixed it,” Hange laughed maniacally. 

Your mouth parts as you look at her and you nod. That makes sense, you think. You look down at the color of the drink, unable to identify just what color it is under the lighting of the party. “This shit’s fucking poisonous, Hange. Were you planning to kill me?” 

“Yeah, drop that. Here.” 

Levi suddenly appears with Erwin, standing next to you and handing you a can of a fruit flavored beer. 

Like a dumbass, your mouth gaped and your cheeks heated up, realizing that he’s finally here. You accept the cold beverage, not missing how your fingers lightly grazed his. 

“Thank god,” you grumbled, setting down the cup on the side table of the couch. 

“Hey, there was a free table of alcohol! Sorry, I got too excited.” Hange says and drinks from her cup, somehow finding it bearable, knowing her, maybe even delicious. You cringed at the sight until Levi pushed her forehead up with a finger, pulling her mouth away from the drink.

“This is a frat party, Hange. God knows what they put in there. Only get your own sealed drinks. Preferably bought by our group.” Levi scolded and snatched the cup away from Hange. He picked up yours too and walked away. 

Hange pouted beside you and stayed silent. No one said anything because it wasn’t too long until Levi came back, no longer holding the cups. He must’ve thrown them away properly. 

You feel that odd feeling in your stomach again. He might’ve looked annoyed—maybe even belittling but the worry in his face is evident. There’s this… safety that you feel the more you hang out with him. A feeling of being cared for that made you feel comfortable, a state that you find both refreshing and uneasy. 

Suddenly, Levi pushed you sideways, forcing you to scoot and let him sit. You glared at him but gave him space, anyway. He sits down, the space only enough for your thighs to touch. His denim pants are rough against your bare legs that were exposed by the skirt you were wearing. 

“Hello to you too,” you told him off and he ignored you, looking around the club. Erwin perched his ass down at the edge of the couch right on the hand rest, loosely wrapping an arm around Levi’s shoulders.

“Should we do shots?” Erwin asked suddenly, looking at the three of you. You shake your head. 

“I saw the menu. One bottle of vodka is my salary at Kuchel’s for a damn week.” You’re not gonna waste your money on alcohol. Though you have to admit that it’s one thing you want to try at least once in your life. 

“It'll be my treat,” Erwin suggested and Hange immediately hollered and shouted a yes to Erwin. You couldn’t reject it anymore. 

Erwin ordered for the four of you. A little later, he comes back with the bottle of tequila along with four shot glasses, some lemon and salt. Honestly, why did the four of you go here if you’re just going to drink with one another? You could’ve easily done this somewhere quieter where you don’t have to watch the girls eyeing Erwin and Levi like a hawk.

You couldn’t blame them. They looked dashing. When Hange told you that she got an invite to the club, she pressed that all of you should dress up. 

Erwin wore a simple long sleeve white shirt with a few buttons opened at the top paired with washed blue  jeans. His hair is subtly gelled, only messed up in a way that looks good but still evidently styled. Levi wore something similar with a darker shade, a long sleeved black shirt and black jeans. Only two of his buttons are opened, showing off his collarbones and the soft pale skin underneath the material of his shirt. His hair is fixed the same way he always does. But his undercut never failed in any look. 

You heard a few girls giggling when they passed by your table. Some even winking at your male companions. Some even at Hange (who winked back delightly). She looked both beautiful and handsome at the same time.

Three shots after, you were definitely feeling the alcohol in your system. The lights in the club do nothing to help the state of your head. You decide to slow down, refusing any shot offered to you. 

A few people Hange, Erwin, and Levi knows approach the table. You’ve already known them to be Miche and Nanaba but you never really hung out with them before. They were there to ask if the four of you wanted to join them on the dance floor and rave along with them. 

“I’m fine here,” Levi rejected the invitation. You look at him. Hange and Erwin already agreed and went. That leaves you and Levi together, still being persuaded by the new pair. 

“Oh, come on, grumpycakes. It’s almost your birthday! Let loose!” Nanaba whined and your eyes widened, staring at her.

“Birthday?” you asked then looked at Levi. “It’s your birthday?” 

Levi groaned and threw his head back. “Look what you’ve fucking done, Nanaba.” He then looks at you and deadpanned. “No. It’s not today.” 

“It’s on Christmas!” Miche chimed in, laughing and patting Levi on the back. 

Your mouth dropped at the information. “Your birthday is on the 25th?” 

“No.” 

“Yes.” Miche answered for him.

“Levi here hates celebrating his birthday. He thinks it’s awkward and unnecessary.” Nanaba adds. 

“Wow.” You couldn’t help yourself but say it, grinning. “You literally have the same birthday as the lord and savior himself and yet you don’t have a single kindness in your body.” 

The entire table laughs. Miche pats you on the head. “I knew I liked you, Greenie. You sure you don’t want to hit the dance floor with us?” He invites you.

Before you could reply you hear Nanaba try and persuade Levi again to get off his ass. 

“Come on, Levi. Petra’s there.” 

You froze, your head turning to your left where Levi sat. His eyes are wide and his lips are parted, redness tinting his cheeks. Then, he sees you staring and his face drops, his expression clearly showing he’s uncomfortable. Whoever this Petra is, he’s not fond of you knowing about her. But why? And who is she? 

“Oh! Yes! I saw Petra too. You have a crush on her, don’t you?” Miche adds in. 

“F-Fuck you.” Levi could only stammer out, looking away from your gaze as you look at him with a bewildered expression. If you were in an unfazed state, you would’ve already said something to annoy Levi. But for now, all you could do was try to get the words you heard past the alcohol and into your system. 

Crush. He has a crush. 

A sinking feeling rambled in your chest and you got the urge to grasp at your chest. Oh. Fuck. Why do you feel like crying? Why is there literal and physical pain in your heart right now? 

You tuned out anything they say, only seeing Nanaba point at someone in the middle of the club. She’s pretty. Short haired and ginger. She’s with her girl friends, singing and dancing along to the music with them. 

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

Jealousy. 

Shit. 

You like Levi?

Oh, fuck. 

You like Levi. 

It was getting suffocating. You didn’t know what to do. So you stood up. 

You don’t say anything. You just downed another shot of tequila, got on your feet, and headed over to where Hange is. Hange cheered when she saw you and spun you around. The crowd wasn’t as suffocating as the realization of your feelings for Levi—your unrequited feelings for Levi. 

You went along with whatever Hange was doing, screaming along the lyrics of whatever was playing. Closing your eyes and letting the alcohol and flashing lights lose your senses, moving your hips to the rhythm. 

As you were dancing, your mind drifts back to the concert and how intimate it felt to you. To you. How stupid were you to give meaning to something so… nothing?

As you try your best to distract yourself, you bump into someone. He’s tall and you laugh and say sorry. He looks down at you and smirks, lightening up when he sees your face. 

“No. It’s my fault. Sorry!” He replied, shouting and leaning to your ear so you could hear him over the music.

“It’s fine!” you shout back at him and flashed him a smile. 

“You from Paradis U?” He shouts again and you nod. 

“Yeah. You?” He nods. 

You exchanged names. His name is Gian and he’s a second-year engineering student. He’s good looking and tall, definitely more than 6 feet. Fair skinned with long dark hair tied up in a manbun, revealing the multiple piercings on his ears. He’s wearing a simple and fitted black shirt and jeans, showing off the muscles of his biceps. Everything is telling you that he’s bad news but you don’t seem to care at the moment. Besides, he might not be interested in you anyway. 

You introduce him to Hange and he happily gets to know her. Somehow, Nanaba and Miche but without Levi. You badly want to look at the table you left, eyes always seeming to look for him everywhere. However, you know better than to see he’s not there and already spending time with the redhead he has a crush on. 

“Hey,” Gian leans into your ear again. “You have a boyfriend or something?” 

A little shocked and curious why he would ask that, you leaned in to ask. “What?” you shout over the music.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” Gian repeated, louder this time with his face over yours after he said the words so he could see your reaction. It seemed to please him when your face flushed red. 

“Oh! Yeah. I mean, no. No. I’m single.” You curse yourself at your stammering response. 

Great, I must have looked like a total loser when I opened my mouth.  

A little panicked because this is the first time someone showed their interest to you this way, your eyes looked for Hange for help. When you do, you see her throwing you a thumbs up while Nanaba silently cheers you on with her fists. You even see her mouth what seems to be like a ‘Go get it, girl!’.

He pulls himself closer to you and leans into your ear, this time he doesn’t shout because his lips were close enough to kiss your ear but not quite touch.

“That’s good because I think you look really hot in your skirt,” he whispered, lips almost kissing your ear. His voice, rough and deep, sent chills down your spine and parted your lips in anticipation for the attention he’s giving you. 

The back of your mind is screaming a name, hoping you would see him—hoping he would see you. But you know that now, it’s impossible. He doesn’t want you like that. 

So you pull yourself closer to the named stranger, your bodies flush against each other. A stray hand presses down on your back, sliding down to your behind where it squeezes, making you gasp. 

“Oh!” You didn’t really expect that he would touch you like that. 

Gian’s hand inches away from you in less than a second like it was scorched by fire, face laced with embarrassment and apology. “Sorry, too far?” 

You were unfamiliar with being touched like that but everyone around you seemed to be getting it on. Looking around, the people on the dance floor were doing worse. It’s a place where people go to do things like this, you should let loose. 

“No, no,” you answer quickly. “It’s fine. Just surprised me s’all.”

The man in front of you let out a breath of relief and continued roaming his hands around your body, his face buried in your neck. You were relaxing into it, trying to appease yourself in this type of closure. 

“Greenie.” 

Your head whipped around to the deep voice calling you. Levi stands there, not too close but even your company could feel the threat looming in his impassive cold stance. It was enough to make you keep a distance with Gian as if you were doing something wrong.

“Levi,” it came out more of a whisper. You weren’t even sure if Gian even heard it. 

The silver-eyed man steps closer this time, maybe so you can hear him. “Erwin is not feeling well. I think we should go. Where’s Hange?” He looks around the crowd, looking for Hange. Or avoiding your eyes because of the lie. 

You found that hard to believe because it’s Erwin. That man never gets sick. His daily vitamins and supplements are scheduled and he holds his alcohol really well. Maybe the best drinker out of the four of you. 

“Oh,” you choose to believe anyway. “I guess we should. Uhm…” You face Gian. “I’m sorry. This is my friend, Levi.” 

Gian doesn’t hide the disappointment in his face but smiles anyway. “Don’t even worry about it. Sup, bro? I’m Gian.” 

Levi only nods in acknowledgement, nothing ill-mannered when it comes to him. He always acts this way with every new person he meets. 

“I guess I’ll see you around, Gian.” You smile up at him. Before he can respond, the crowd fills up more as the DJ puts on a popular club song, pushing Levi to you. Discomfort creeps into Levi’s face and unconsciously, he reaches for your wrist for some familiarity.

“Let’s go,” he says with an irritated look on his face. 

“Wait.” Gian places a hand on your shoulder. “You’re on Facebook, right?”

You nod and before you can say anything else, Levi was already dragging you out of the crowd. You hear Gian shout out a follow that he’ll find you there before looking at the man ahead of you, holding your wrist tightly but not so much that it hurts. 

As you follow Levi, you pass by your table where you see a very much sober-looking Erwin who stared into your eyes knowingly with a smirk and his arm around a girl’s shoulder you don’t know. Hange can’t be found anywhere. Miche and Nanaba as well. It didn’t look like the group was getting ready to leave at all.  

You try and tug your hand out of his grip, protesting as you walk through the night club. When you finally reach the outside of the club, the cold air hits your skin, setting goosebumps all over. Levi finally lets go, his back still turned to you. 

“What the hell is going on, Levi?” There’s a slight shiver to your question, your arms coming up to protect yourself from the cold. 

He doesn’t turn around, standing still in front of you. 

“Hey—” 

“Let’s go home.” He turns without looking at you, attempting to walk off without even uttering an explanation as to why he insists that the two of you go home. 

Unwilling to accept his orders, you huff and grab him by the shoulder, halting his steps. “I am not going home! What the hell is wrong with you?” 

“Then go back inside. Fuck!” He shrugs your hand off his shoulder, glaring at you for a second before looking away again. This is a mood from Levi you can’t read. You’ve seen him annoyed. You’ve seen him irritated. You’ve even seen him happy. But this one, you can’t understand. And you have a feeling that it’s because of you. And that sets an uneasy feeling in your chest. Levi and you always fight but he was still a friend.

“What’s gotten into you, Levi?” Your voice softens, as if cowering. It must be the alcohol (or that poison drink Hange gave you) in your system that had your walls down for a moment. Levi has also never seen you like this. It’s without doubt that his sudden attitude scared you. 

“It’s…” He paused. The thought of scaring you made him clear his thoughts a little. He doesn’t know what’s gotten into him. “Nothing.” 

You weren’t satisfied with his answer, you made sure he gets that with your answer. “It’s not nothing.” 

“Why do you hate me so much?” The softness of your voice surprised him, it’s far from your usual behavior with him. It’s like you were baring yourself, the alcohol you guess is doing the work. 

There is deafening silence for a few seconds, the cold doing nothing to help the situation. He takes a step closer, brows furrowed and a frown painted on his face. 

“I don’t hate you.” He hissed, as if you said something offensive to him. 

Your jaw clenched, biting your words in frustration. “You do!” You keep the distance closer. “You hate me because I’m not well off. Like I’m not fucking worthy of your time because I don’t come from money like you.” 

“That’s not at all true,” he argues, equally frustrated now. “Is that what you think of me? A pompous elitist?” 

No, I don’t think that. Maybe at first… but not anymore. 

“Yes.”

“Well, you’re fucking wrong,” he blanks. “You know what? I do hate you.”  

“I fucking hate you,” he repeats. “I’ve hated you since high school. It was awful. Seeing you try so hard, not making friends, and ignoring everyone who tries to get close. It was fine, really. I didn’t care. That’s your shitty life. And then you get here. And suddenly you’re in my life trying to be someone else. You get to my mom, my friends, my home. It’s so fucking annoying.” 

You’re stunned. Somewhere, somehow, you hear your heart breaking from a distance. For the second time that night, your chest tightens, but for a different type of pain. A pain that didn’t feel good as realized earlier.

“I fucking hate you.” As if it wasn’t enough, he repeats it. 

“I…” He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes, pushing his hands into the pockets of his jacket. “I fucking hate that you’re in my head. All the fucking time.”

“You’re making me so insane that I just wish that you would stay away from me,” he ranted, eyes still closed so tight that his brows furrowed and forehead wrinkled. You can see how his cheeks and ears are red, blazing from intense cold or emotion. You weren’t sure. 

“But I… don’t really want you anywhere else.” 

The sound of your phone buzzing pulls you back to reality. Why now of all times were you reminiscing about how you and Levi came to be? At corporate lunch time at that. 

You reached for your phone, seeing a text from Hange. She was trying to schedule you with a tailor to have the bridesmaid dress of the girl who canceled refitted to your body. You send her your schedule, not having a lot of time left on both the wedding and your time availability. 

After a few minutes, you received a text back from Hange. 

Great! I scheduled you on Sunday, 10AM! Levi will pick you up and come with you. Love ya! 

Oh, Hange. I’m gonna fucking kill you.

© levisolace. please do not copy, translate, claim any of my works. my works are cross-posted only on my ao3 account. thank you.

[3hunnactrl]

A normal person isn’t born mad well maybe some but most are created by emotions such as hurt,envy and betrayal. Evil is like a plague it has to spread to everything and everyone until there is nothing left but darkness it tries to darken people lights many have succeeded some have got away.

So please join me while I tell you a story of “love” between a girl whose heart has been torn into shreds repeatedly of those in her past but continues to believe in love and a boy that has been let down since the beginning of his life time.

I would like to give a warning though, this isn’t your regular Wattpad, Tumblr or AO3 story this will of a dose of reality so continue at your own risk.

Please excuse my manners, I’ve seem to forgotten them for a second

I welcome all readers to

The lethal lust of sinners

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Hey guys welcome to my new series the lethal lust of sinners😊

I don’t know how many parts there will be I’m really just going off on what I’m feeling

Do not copy this on any other platforms

A black reader is kept in mind

This is not proofread so please excuse any mistakes

[rainofthetwilight]

tumblr user inspectorghoul....tumblr user inspectorghoul where are you :((

[swagglessmoth]

My adult Tobias drawings are basically their own au by now, whatever they’re real to me

[imkumichan]

Levi Ackerman in Call of Duty AU

summary: When task force 141 tries to pursue Kenny Ackerman, they have only one way to do that, which is to try to get his nephew first. Levi Ackerman.

Levi's breath stuck in his throat, and he recognized the gaze that filled your eyes. Full of warmth, love, and content "I'm so lucky to be loved by you"

Levi was staring at your hand in his grip as he squeezed it slightly. His eyes slowly shifted toward your head on his shoulder. And once again, his tired sharp eyes scanned your body, looking for possible injuries in case he missed it before.

The two of you right now are sitting inside a military vehicle, waiting for the men, the soldiers, who rescued the two of you to come back from whatever they need to finish first before getting out of this place. Then, he looked to his right, and through the window, he could see the collapsed building, some of them even burning, and across the street, he could even see corpses everywhere.

Levi grits his teeth and his mind keeps wondering about what one of the men said to him. Captain Price, he recalls. "You're going to lead us to Kenny Ackerman, kid". That name, a name that he thought he would never hear from anyone ever again, Kenny-fucking-Ackerman, his damn uncle, is part of a fucking terrorist who just blew up a whole city just to cover his ass up. And now, many people paid the price.

He knows, he knows that his uncle is not a good man. after all, what kind of a guardian taught his nephew all the shits that he knows now? "Just in case brat" he always says. Now, he knows why.

His thought was cut off when he heard footsteps coming closer to them, and his hand slowly went inside his touser where he hid his switchblade. "Don't trust anyone" is one of the things he learned from his uncle.

When the car's door opened, a guy with a skull mask appears before him, Ghost, Levi heard, when the captain barking orders to his men. Levi tried to remember their name, which it's not that difficult with the codenames they have. and Levi noticed when the man's eyes drifted from his eyes to the hand inside his trouser. Then, another person comes into view. A man with mohawk hair. Both of them still have guns in their arms. But it won't be Levi if he hasn't thought of a way to get away even from them if he needs to.

Both the men before him, looked at his hand which still holding yours on his lap, but Levi doesn't let go. If they want him, he needs you with him. If his uncle knows where he is right now, there's a big chance he knows about you too. and he's not taking any chances. Then the man behind ghost smiled thinly, cutting off the tension between them.

"we will move out in 10" without giving Levi any time to say anything, he closed the door. leaving him and you alone in the vehicle again. Levi slowly pulls his hand away from his switchblade as he rests his head on the seat. His eyes found the crown of your head and kissed it softly before he closed his eyes. For now, you are safe. and he will make sure you are still safe tomorrow and the rest of his days.

Call of Duty + Levi Ackerman x Reader

As you know, Kenny Ackerman is involved in something big. For now, he was counted as one of the terrorists who are being hunted by the task force. To sum up, he is a criminal. a big one.

The task force later found out that Kenny has one living relative, who lead them to Levi and who wants him to lead them to Kenny.

Kenny of course knows about that, he blew up a city to prove that they shouldn't try to track him.

Later, Reader will have a role in this too. if they need Levi to find Kenny, Kenny eventually will need Reader to finish whatever he was working out now.

[whattheheckmidoriya]

What if S/O told aizawa & levi their house is haunted. I think they’d be very sceptical or straight up write it off as nonsense until they saw supernatural activity actually taking place and then s/o is like “what i tell you?”

Both of them would stand there like 🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️ "be for real" AHAJAJAJAJAAJA NO NO OKAY LETS GET INTO IT

Levi would absolutely not believe a single word coming out of your mouth. He's never been one to dwell on skepticism or to give such a thing the time of day, so he'd just meet your statement with a deadpan look before shrugging it off. Surely, you're just messing with him. Perhaps Hange was rubbing off on you. However, the day he actually experienced something odd in your house, he thought it was just the insomnia playing tricks on him. Then it happened again, but that time, you'd seen it too. To say the shock on his face was priceless would be an understatement; it was absolute pure gold.

Aizawa would be so into it. I'm so sure this man binge watches epsiodes of Buzzfeed Unsolved: Supernatural just to keep himself entertained while grading papers and going over lesson plans. He's definitely a skeptic. With everything he's seen and experienced in his life, the supernatural isn't something he easily discards. The first time he experienced something in your house, he thought the sleep deprivation had finally caught up to him. He was wrong— so so wrong and he found it amusing, actually. You'd been giggling the entired time, watching the curiosity twinkle behind his eyes.

[rosemaze-reveries]

only from you

pairing. levy x assistant!reader pronouns. unspecified synopsis. as aggravating as he is, you’ve fallen for him too

It was when Levy swung open his office door and completely glossed over you, his harried assistant, that you finally reached your breaking point. You had been trying to reach him for hours now. Between a dozen visits from angry “partners” of his, and a dozen more apologies to each of them, it seemed Levy was avoiding everyone who knew him, and left you on damage control.

“Levy! Where were you?” If your dark eyebags weren’t evidence enough, you were beyond exhausted — with work, his attitude, and frankly even the sight of him now.

“What? I had meetings.” Never dropping the self-satisfied smirk on his face, he shrugged before plopping onto his leather sofa. Then he looked around the room a bit, his eyes landing on a vase atop the table beside him. He plucked a few of its roses and waved them your way. “I got you flowers.”

“I got those flowers.” You scooped up a pile of papers from Levy’s desk and handed them to him. He’d already kicked his legs up onto the ottoman, elbows draped over the backrest. An obnoxious sigh later, he started leafing through them.

“You should get back to that actor of yours,” you continued. “He wouldn’t quit calling. And he wasn’t the only one that frantic to reach you, Levy. Really, what’s the matter with you?”

In between scanning the papers you handed him — all diligent notes in your writing — Levy flicked his blue eyes up to meet yours. “They’ll be fine. I’m just leaving space to wring a little desperation out of them. Let it fester long enough and they’ll mellow out some, start agreeing to a lot more. You know.”

“I don’t care how you work with your clients,” you turned back to tidy up the deskspace a little, “but leaving me to deal with the brunt of it? Next time I’m blocking them all.”

“They’re more receptive to you,” he insisted. “That’s why you’re good at what you do. Anyway, I talked to a couple before I came here. Promise.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Levy caught a brief eyeroll from you before you reached for your bag. Maybe it was instinctive, or maybe a little desperation of his own, but he pulled himself upright once he realized you were planning to leave. You turned back to find him standing just an arm away. But whatever he needed was of no concern to you; you worked around him to continue gathering your things.

His next words spilled out before he could catch them.

“Hey, stay a little longer.”

“No, it’s late. And my head’s splitting apart.” But you still considered it — despite everything, you softened up some when it came to Levy.

“You could crash here for the night. I’ll make you something.”

At that, you paused, and shot him a look. He raised his arms with a sheepish smile. Levy didn’t do favors—you both knew that. He pulled this kind of stunt with his flings before, but never with people that mattered. So whether or not for the reason he intended, you slowly set down your bag again. All while eyeing him up and down.

“What are you hiding?”

Levy’s grin widened. “Nothing—!”

“Yes you are. Why don’t you want me to leave?”

“Is it that hard to believe I just missed my cute little assistant~?” Levy had always been fond of feeding into suspicions for fun. There was no denying that fake tone of voice. Even if his words did hold some truth to them, you knew better than to believe them.

“Is someone outside?” You stepped around him, snatching his phone from where he left it on the sofa. His work cell had nothing you didn’t already know. Full of missed calls, mostly from you.

“I wasn’t lying,” Levy reached for your hand to take back his phone. Then he enveloped an arm around the back of your neck, gently reeling you closer. “I do miss you these days. At least let me drive you home.”

No matter how sincere a look he gave you, some degree of doubt would always hang over the back of your mind. But at the same time, those eyes were so easy to get lost in.

“You’re unbelievable,” you told him.

Whether he was honest or not, for a moment, the temptation to believe in his words felt too enticing to pass up.

“You know I’m not letting you off the hook because of this,” you tore your gaze away, and shrugged his arm off your shoulders. “...Fine. Just this once.”

[sanasanakun]

Every time I remember Ghost wears blue fucking jeans during his war crime spec ops missions, an unquenchable, near avid, NEED to throw him into a blender overtakes both my body and soul.

[saintgoths]

☾༺♰༻☽ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴍᴇɴ ᴘʟᴜꜱ ᴇʟʟɪᴇ ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍꜱ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴇᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏᴜᴛ☾༺♰༻☽

mdni very 18+ - them just being nasty.

includes simon 'ghost riley', joel miller, carlos oliveira, levi ackerman, will herondale and ellie williams.

feedback/comments would be appreciated :)

SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY

Simon is a big on pussy eating, the type to go for hours with his head between your legs, your cunt above him as you bounce your pussy against his tongue, and he’d love to tongue fuck you, taking you in and licking your clit as you shamefully moan your heart out.

He’d sometimes have his mask on but pulled halfway up his face, but there were moments when he takes it off just to have your skin touch every inch of his face; he’d be in love with the idea of your cum coating his tongue as you desperately beg for him to go on.

“Such a desperate girl,” he’d tease while gripping your buttocks, spreading them wide to explore more space with his textured tongue, his tongue lapping and wrapping around your pearl and while the rest of your juices coat his face. “That’s it, baby doll, my good baby doll,” he murmurs his voice vibrating against your pussy pushing you over the edge.

You pull your head back as you let out a wail, your moans so humiliating as you struggled to keep yourself up. “Yes!” You whined, “I’m your good baby doll,” you repeated.

Simon would also love to over-stimulate and tease you, have you begging for more while your mind turns into complete mush as he takes care of you, and fulfils his desires of you riding his face and rubbing your pussy against his tongue like a dog in heat.

His hand had been cupped around his cock, playing with the tip of his shaft with the pad of his thumb swept against his head while he edges himself into a derisory orgasm.

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JOEL MILLER

The type to stare into your eyes as his tongue works up and down your cunt, he’d push your legs wide open and force you to look at him as he aids you into a climax, “darling, your eyes,” he mumbles, his soft voice charming but stern as he then whirls his tongue around your bud.

You pinch your nipples, twisting them around with your fingers as you push your cunt against his mouth, aware of how he touches himself, aroused by your nectar, your juices coating his beard as he proudly moans against your heat, he thrusts his hips forward, fucking his cock into his hand as he starts to suck onto your sex.

“Taste so good darling,” he whines, his moans melting with yours as you bite your lips, a hot striking sensation gathering in your cunt, “not yet,” he warns, aware of your signs of a near climax, the way your eyes water, how high your moans become and how you roll your pussy against his mouth.

His lips clasps against your clit, sucking on it as your cries peak higher. “Joel, please!” You shamelessly pleaded, “I want to cum!” You begged and as you could feel his two digits enter your hole, from the same hand he used to please himself, the fingers had been laced with his cum, mixing with the juices inside your heat; and as he arches his fingers, reaching for the g-spot that had directed you to squirt into his mouth.

“Such a naughty girl’,” he mumbled and shameless with how he had driven you in such a mess, he had pulled himself off his knees ere he hovered over you.

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CARLOS OLIVEIRA

He loves eating you in so many positions, but he loves the ones where you would struggle keeping yourself up, he loves eating you from behind, you standing as your arms support yourself as you balance to allow him to wiggle his tongue inside your hole, Carlos definitely loves sucking on you, agonising you with pleasurable plain with his sweet mouth.

He starts slow and paces himself, swiping the tip of his tongue against your clit as you shiver in pleasure, you let out a cry as he steadies himself between your legs, your sweet pussy open by the force of his pink tongue that punishes you with every swipe of its tongue.

“Oh, baby girl, he whines and desperately you press your pussy against his face, your body tenses as you stomach twirls tight, “you taste so good, all mine,” he mumbles while smacking his hand against your buttocks, surprising yourself into an orgasm, your juices trickle down his chin as he continues to devour you.

Your body over-stimulated, flinching and tweaking every time the flat of his tongue rode over your pearl while he continues to call you complimentary names, you being his princess and his precious, the royalty treatment commencing a warm feeling in your stomach as his tongue rises to the tight higher hole above your cunt, whirling it around surprising you as you gasped at his risqué move.

“Everything about you so tasty,” he hums as he pushes his mouth back down to your cunt as you continue to cry out in bliss.

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LEVI ACKERMAN

The type to want your pussy to be all over his face, despite some headcanons of him, Levi loves to get grotesque with how he eats you out, when it comes to you he doesn’t care how dirty and antic everything gets, he smothers himself between your thighs, his mouth stuck between your wet lips as he sucks on your bud, moving his head up and down to increase friction.

He loves it when you grip his hair, showing him how intoxicated by his tongue and mouth you are, he loves striving for areas you wouldn’t expect him to, your tongue flicking around your anus and teasing the tip of his tongue inside it before he washes it back to your cunt, your tangy taste soothing him as he treats you with his textured muscle.

“There you go brat, cry for me,” he whispers and so you do, your voice rings throughout the room as you drunkenly hump your heat against his tongue, your eyes roll back into whites as you could feel his hands reach for your breast, playing with with the pads of his digits as you leak against his tongue, “Dirty girl,” he teases. “cumming on my tongue like the desperate whore you are, you love being fucked by my tongue don’t you?”

“Yes!” You wailed, “I love being fucked by your tongue!” You cried out as your hips twitches, your hips moving on autopilot as you could feel yourself climax again. “Captain…” you drawled out as you could feel his steel eyes land on your face, satisfied by the display in front of him.

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WILL HERONDALE

Will Herondale would fucking worship you, he’d stare at your face, your eyes to see the way your face scrunches up and whimper out of pleasure with how he fucks his tongue into you, he is BIG on tongue fucking, he loves different ways of penetrating your cunt and having a feel of your walls.

He would have you on your back, legs spread out as his hands cup the back of your knees while he pleasures himself with washing his tongue over your clit, “That good darling?” He’d tease, his blue eyes glinting as he whispers how perfect you are with your face like that, how your panicky breaths would escalate every time you could feel his textured tongue rake against your clit.

“Yes!” You’d reply, your walls clenching against his muscle, your body tempted to spray your juices against his face, but you hold yourself back, edging yourself as he eats you out. He would love to twirl his long tongue around your pussy, seeing what different moves would bring a unique reaction from you.

“Don’t hold yourself back,” he’d hum and as his tongue clicks against your clit, you move your hips, your head falling against your pillow as your nectar would release against his face. “There you go darling,” he’d hum as he gives your heat one last, agonising slow lick, he’d kiss your cunt before he moves to your face, gently but firmly embracing your mouth.

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ELLIE WILLIAMS

Ellie would show you how desperate she was to have a taste of your pussy, for so long she’s been chasing after you and finally, she had you under her, your legs spread while your cunt glistened with the wetness that had built up with the lewd words she’d whisper when she’d guide you to her comfy cabin.

She’d tease you with how she’d focus on your neck and nipples, but the moment her lips would connect with your cunt, she’d behave like a thirsty man who had found his oasis in a place of a desert. Your liquid would build around her mouth as she takes you in, you, just as rabid as her would hump your sex against Ellie’s tongue.

Her pretty eyes staring up at you as she whispers complimentary words against your clit, stirring you into a carnal and hectic state, grabbing onto her auburn hair as you moan out her name. “So tasty,” she’d say and desperate, you’d nod to whatever she says, chasing your climax as she’d spit against your cunt ere licking the mixed liquid back onto her tongue, the flat of her tongue pressing against the sharp sensation on your clitoris and as kickback, your body would flinch, signalling you to your near orgasm.

“Right there!” You cry out, “just like that, right there,” you’d whine, content by the wet noises emitted from the slippy connection she had with your sex, dragging your soaked pussy against her tongue fore your eyes would roll back in bliss and comfort as your high would release with your tangy nectar, coating her lips and face, then exhausted, you felt the weight of Ellie crawl up her bed before she levelled her damp heat above yours.

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[whyispaflsoaddicting]

I FINISHED IT!!!

i ended up adding sanya anyways as we all know pafl was a huge part of ferry lol

left out a bit of space for future songs!!!!

@nopanamaman

[abyss-ak]

He thrusted frantically into the tiny hole that kept sucking his cock in despite it being hours of him slamming himself into you, he could feel it building, the knot in his stomach tightening. His hot breath fanning over your ear as he groaned "you fucking belong to me" and let go>>>

Gojo, Geto, Sukuna, Nanami, Toji - JJK

Levi, Eren, Jean, Erwin, Reiner - AOT

Kuroo, Bokuto, Akaashi, Sugawara - HAIKYUU

Gaz, Price, Ghost, Soap - COD

@asjeontrw

[careless-with-your-heart]

The way this photo gives me visceral original fiction ideas...

[tsukimirecs]

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