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teekays · 29 days

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hello! if memory serves you are the blog that talked about boy band pretty as a marketing tactic (or something to that effect? the search function does not work so if i’m wrong i’m terribly sorry) and i was wondering if you would be willing to find someone from each team (can include prospects if you want) to create the ultimate nhl boy band. this is not a necessary thing to do, solely shits and gigs and if you ever feel like it doing it. have a lovely day!

HIIIIIII that WAS me and you sent this at the perfect time because i am at the laundromat with time to kill and i LOVE to discuss this.... let's chop it up.... a few disclaimers: this is subjective so don't get mad at me and i will be including prospects and ahl players where i know its applicable BUT for most of these teams i will be going off the main roster + looks alone because if i did a full deep dive vibes analysis on every team's roster and prospects it would take me like two months to answer this ask... you understand. we are being SHALLOW here today in the true spirit of the boy band industry. let's go!!!

carolina hurricanes: i know everyone wants me to say sebastian aho but he is 1) too old 2) too unsettling looking. the elf on the shelf is not boy band pretty im sorry 😭 i do love him but he's just not the vibe here... i will say based on looks either scott morrow or jackson blake and his 90s heartthrob hair. i want to say seth jarvis because he's my special pop pop but that does contradict almost everything i have said previously so i will not be biased but know that if he was a pop star i would be his biggest fan i would kiss his poster. and that's my truth

columbus blue jackets: in the interest of journalistic integrity i went to their roster instead of just saying it's obviously kj as the intimidating aloof one in the boy ("boy") band but actually i do think it's cole sillinger.... teen heartthrob. also i didn't know that he was born in columbus because his dad was playing for the team and his brother is also on the team??? imagine having a whole destiny like that and its for COLUMBUS OHIO 😭

new jersey devils: jack hughes. open and shut case argue with the WALL

new york islanders: NOT MAT BARZAL. HE LOOKS 35. STAND UP LADIES!!! lowkey i do not know any of these dudes and this roster is kind of busted as fuck 😭😭😭 (NOT ANTHONY DUCLAIR who is too old to be a boy band boy but who i do love) bargain bin team... anyway isaiah george YOU! are the only cute person the new york islanders

new york rangers: matt rempe. those pictures of him lounging around on the phone??? wow. no words. diva heartthrob behavior. it's sad what they're doing to him what are we doing to our beautiful queens :(

philadelphia flyers: after much careful deliberation.... i think denver barkey is taking it. denver is such a deeply boy band name tbh he was born for this!!! i know everyone thinks it's jamie (who i still forget is a flyer 😭) but can you imagine him on a stage? singing a song? they are reinventing shoegaze for him. negative star quality (AFFECTIONATE!!!!!!! LOVING!!!!!!!!!!!!)

pittsburgh penguins: well NOW the obvious answer is rutger mcgroarty... not even worth going through that senior center roster when he's there tbh sorry pens

washington capitals: AGAIN. SENIOR CENTER ROSTER. i had to go to their prospects page to find someone suitable and my vote is patrick leonard he's a cutie!!! also im so sorry to say this but my jaw dropped when i got to this guy why are you playing hockey you need to make a children's album RIGHT NOW. i know he could do a banger cover of the We're going on a bear hunt song. but i digress...

boston bruins: matthew poitras is adorable and exudes star quality NEXTTTT. shoutout also brett harrison who looks like a long lost jonas brother

buffalo sabres: JACK QUINNN JQUIZZY HIMSELF partly for looks mostly for vibes... he has extreme "jack dylan grazer vape apology video" energy and also he has that boyish charm... either him or devon levi (hot) not miss owen power for the same reasons as jamie. she could never be a pop star 😔 ryan mcleod used to be the oilers popstar boy but now he's got too much competition he's a little niche for the title

detroit red wings: my gut tells me simon edvinsson but a look at the roster tells me there is some competition in the form of amadeus lombardi... if we were discussing this two years ago mo seider would be the obvious answer but he's too grizzled now 😔

florida panthers: 🙄 here comes another busted fucking roster... i guess denisenko??? panthers are not really representing here....

montreal canadiens: ARBER <3 he's like the bad boy hottie in the boy band. the one that makes your dad shake his head when he sees him on tv

ottawa senators: wow the atlantic division is fucking WACK this was another case of like. okay i guess ill pick one of yous but REALLY? so congratulations jorian donovan YOU are in the boy band

tampa bay lightning: seriously what is going on in this division. jack finley looks like he was the closeted one in a boy band from the early 2000s but he's aged past that now and he has a husband and a wine brand.... so we will bring him back for nostalgia points. welcome to the team. also i have to be honest i thought of myself as pretty well acquainted with the ahl but the SYRACUSE CRUNCH? that's crazy

leafs: JOSEPH WOLL! boyish charm out the ears on that one. a real cutie

chicago: obviously it's bedard. we all know it's bedard. on the surface he has no charisma but he does have a certain kind of shy boy charm and he IS adorable... he's the one in the boy band who makes your mom tut over him like "he seems like a nice boy"

colorado avalanche: wow huge props to matt stienburg for having maybe the single most boy band roster photo i have seen yet... THIS is the guy they get in the boy band because he's already had huge success with his hit single called like, Heart React Girlfriend or whatever. this is jacob sartorius if he played hockey. this is chase dreams. this kid is going places

dallas stars: it's obviously wyjo, joining the ranks with cbedard as The Nice One <3

minnesota wild: okay i was going to say brock faber because every group needs a kevin jonas (SORRY BROCK) but WHO is kyle masters and why does he look like knockoff brendan brisson. budget briss. diet briss. we have briss at home.

nashville predators: this just reminded me cody glass is a penguin now 💔 anyway the preds have some STRONG contenders here wow.... jeremy hanzel is taking it but i think luke evangelista could pull it off... now if you asked me to be really subjective it would be ozzy wiesblatt who would also be the subject of much poster kissing and rigged "which member of the nhl boy band should you date" tests so i get him as the result but that's just me....

st louis blues: jeremie biakabutuka your radiant smile has charmed me.... welcome to the band....

utah whatevers: MONTANA ONYEBUCHI I AM SO FUCKING SORRY THE SHARKS DIDNT APPRECIATE YOU. BUT WE WILL..... also matt villalta kinda giving off brand kj... you could build a whole off brand version of that umich team just with guys from other teams i bet

winnipeg jets: dylan coghlan you will always be famous to ME but i fear you are a little too old for our purposes here.... other than him they kinda don't have a lot going for them.... brayden yager it is your time to shine as off brand owen power ♥️

anaheim ducks: some strong competition here... tz is the obvious choice but i think we need to think bigger... olen zellwegger please step forward....

calgary flames: matt coronato i am free on thursday if you would like to hang out on thursday when i am free and also join this boy band

edmonton oilers: yet another old ass roster 😭 they're lucky they got so many sabres because matt savoie is saving their asses rn

los angeles kings: angus booth is smizing in every single photo i saw of him so. come on now

san jose sharks: it's so obviously will smith i don't even know what we're doing here tbh

seattle kraken: tye kartye looks like he would be into white water rafting so he can be the nature guy in the boy band.... strong competition from tucker robertson but he's just a touch too gay porn for this vibe

vancouver canucks: JETT WOO... HELLO.... but also shoutout cole mcward for having 2014 gay youtuber phenotype. a connor franta troye sivan type face if ive ever seen one

vegas golden knights: BRISS ‼️‼️‼️ my little tabloid queen... not only is he in the boy band but he's in the news and the media. he was born to be a star. natural ham. child actor energy. alex holtz is also a strong contender for this but i think he's off on his own doing his little pop star solo act thing

this took way longer than laundromat time but it was worth it i had so much fun!!!!! thank you!!!!!!

#THIS WAS SERIOUSLY SO FUN and also made me feel kind of mean for being like ummm you're ugly youre ugly youre ugly. but whatever #sorry for the copious amounts of unrelated bullshit also 😭#asks

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izurou · 2 years

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“i hid a pea under the mattress, in case you were wondering.”

levi peers over his shoulder—hearing the routine sound of your balcony door sliding open, followed by the familiar warmth of your voice, coated in an obvious layer of sleep.

“yeah? you gonna marry me now that you know i’m the real deal?” he asks, bringing the cigarette sitting between his index and middle finger up to his lips.

he inhales, then exhales—watching a small cloud of smoke hang in the air, and he thinks to himself, i hate this. the cigarettes, and their stale scent—an unwanted guest that sits on his shoulders for days afterwards—the worst company he’s ever had the displeasure of hosting.

it’s merely a last resort though—a bad habit he turns to when the good just can’t scratch his itch, or—when it’s fast asleep beside him.

either way, you’re here now.

“depends,” you hum, nudging the door shut with your foot—hands busy cupping a mug that reads blow me i’m hot. “will you wear something pretty for me?”

it was a gag gift, something you had bought on a whim—it’s sole purpose being to put a smile on levi’s face a few times before inevitably collecting dust in the back of your cupboard. though, the inside of the cup is now littered with little dull lines—a year or two of love from a silver spoon.

“define pretty,” he says, because he knows you—knows the serrated edge of your tongue, down to the very last ridge.

“you.” him? bullshit.

he furrows his brows at you, but remains silent—waiting for you to unsheathe your blade and deliver the punchline.

“get it? because you’re…” you trail off—using the mug in your hand to gesture up and down at him, simultaneously passing the beverage over.

there it is.

“mm, trying to get me into something short, are we?” he hums, easily connecting the dots to your little pun. he flicks the butt of his cigarette several stories down, and sips his tea. “should’ve known.”

“well, you’ve got the legs for it,” you say, shooting him an over the top wink, and he almost laughs—a little puff of air through his nose with a smile.

you on the other hand do laugh, leaning into him a little bit as a result, and oh—the fruity scent of your body wash still lingers on your skin, courtesy of the hot shower you took before bed.

and he can’t help but stare—ridiculous, he knows, even more so considering the one you’re laughing at is him, but—you’re gorgeous. the little scrunch of your nose, and the roundness of your cheeks—the way you look to him for approval, as if to say please laugh too.

you’re a real pain in his ass sometimes, and yet you’re still the best company he’s ever had—it’s awfully comforting to know that at least one of the things he’s addicted to, is good for him. so, he stares at you and he thinks to himself, i love you.

“do you wanna get married?”

he blurts it out, words uttered with the utmost casualty—like he’s simply asking what you want for breakfast in the morning.

“what?” your laughter ceases, and you tilt your head at him.

“to me,” he says, feeling the need to clarify that he didn’t mean a generalized do you want to get married to someone, someday—but a do you want to get married to him, soon.

“levi, are you proposing to me?” you ask, disbelief sitting in the back of your throat as you brush a stray piece of his hair back into place. “because if you are, i think you’re doing it wrong.”

“oh? who said there’s a right way?” he questions, wrapping a hand around your wrist, holding you ever so gently.

“everyone, i think,” you mumble—the intensity of his gaze rooting you to the ground.

levi’s never expressed any interest in the topic of marriage. the status sure as hell wouldn’t change anything—he wouldn’t look at you different, nor would he treat you as such, and he’d still love you the same, always has and always will.

but, you deserve this.

“alright,” he mutters, and just like that he’s sliding the door back open—ushering you back inside.

he’s had the ring for a while—a pretty silver band that splits off into two, intertwining with each other before meeting beneath a single diamond. the place was going out of business, so it was relatively cheap, and in need of a new home.

he walks you to your bedroom, motioning for you to sit on the edge of the mattress as he heads for his nightstand.

a part of him wishes he would’ve brought the ring out onto the balcony with him—maybe someone passing by could’ve given this moment a sliver of the attention it deserves, for your sake.

it doesn’t matter though, because you fiddle with your fingers as you watch him get onto one knee, and you feel the butterflies in your stomach come to life as he opens the little black box—because the only person you need attention from, is him.

“marry me?”

#izurou #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #aot x reader #snk x reader #aot fluff #aot x you #attack on titan x reader

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sinning-23 · 7 months

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Can we have a first kiss scenario with bertholdt and whoever else you want, thanks

OF COURSEEE! HERES PT 2 of the my first kiss headcannons!

Ps. Sorry this took so long I had to rewrite a part after it got deleted and it made my UPSETTI

Bertholdt

Your first kiss was in secret. You had been dating the tall and quiet brunette for a while and after dinner in the dinning hall you two had decided to walk for a bit together. He was a hel of a whole lot taller than you so when you did finally kiss he was bent down to meet your lips. He’s quick to have a grip around the back of your neck as the kiss manages to deepen. Times like these the height difference is a nuisance, so he doesn’t hesitate to pull you up a bit more while you stand on your tiptoes.

His face is beet red and you can’t help but laugh.

“Did you want to walk jsut so you could kiss me away from everyone?” You ask, your hand overlapping his, which was still on your neck.

His blush darkens. Guilty

"I-I just dont like the idea of everyone see us do that. I get teased you know." He admits as you chuckle, pressing another kiss to his lips and soon his cheek, and finally all over his face.

Levi

It was an accident. You had only done it out of reflex. Everyone deserved forehead kisses before a good night rest. Thats just like- science (Hanji strongly disagrees that it’s science)

Anyway, yo u had been up finishing paperwork with one another and he had slipped into a nap, his head was rested against his hand and he would sometimes fall forward, startling himself awake. This time however, he hadn’t dropped his head at all, and his breathing had become far deeper.

A smile falls over your lips and you stupidly pressed your lips to the captains temple.

He shoots awake, glaring at you as if you were spontaneously combusting.

“Did you just kiss my forehead l/n?

You are free, trying to find a way to explain yourself without coming across as a complete and utter fool.

"I-I...Captain, I apologize. It was out of habit." You gulp, seeing him furrow his brows a bit before resting his head completely don't he desk.

"Uh-huh. Dismissed l/n."

Erwin

It wasn’t common knowledge that Erwin was a married man, but even though you were somewhat secret, you relished in being his lifelong partner. You first kiss was actually at the wedding.

It was the tiniest ceremony, only some of Erwin’s closest colleagues and friends. He said a few words, the whole scene feeling as if you two eloped more than got married.

PDA wasnt particualart something Erwin favored and given both of your current positions it was wise to keep your relationship hidden, especially when Erwin had plant y targets on his back. The last thing he wanted was for harmt o come to you.

On the day of your 'ceremony' You decided that you should at least be out of uniform and dressed nicely with one of your favorite shirts and pants. Ernwin had done the same and here you were standing in front of one another.

He doesnr speak whwn he slips teh ring onto your finger, he only lingers there, his eyes fxated on the band now secure on your body. Like some form of ownership. it was odd but somewhat comforting? It would have relieved him far more if he had know you'd felt the same that day. whe you slipped the metal loop onto his had in return.

"I suppose this makes me your wife now." You hum, hand creeping up to child his face. He's exhausted, but so are you. Taking a chance eon love in this world was a risk but one he was open to talking with you.

"I suppose so." He responds, his lips pressing to yours in a sweet, and sealing kiss.

Hanji

Hanji was chaotic to say the least, but that was all the more reason to love them. On this particularly hot summer evening, There was much work to be done while they filed the reports from their experiments. You on the other hand simply sat pretty atop the center while they paced back and forth between stored specimens and paper to scribble on.

You'd quite fond of them, sticking around at hours of the night to listen to ramblings about titans and new discoveries. Of course, you hadn't told them that seeing as you were supposed to remain professional and a crush on your superior was far from that. Anyway, Hanji had asked is you seen this super important vial they needed and lo and behold it was behind you.

So, like any sensible person would, you grabbed it and handed it to them with a soft smile.

“AH! I could just kiss you!” Hanji cheers, holding your face before pressing the silliest, most comical kiss to your forehead before strutting out the lab to complete whatever new task was at the forefront of their mind.

Miche

It wasn’t your first kiss…but your last. Apparently there had been a breach in the wall and now you were tasked with evacuating near by villages. Miche, was talked with the obvious titan issue and your stomach dropped to the soles of your feet. You didn’t doubt your husband’s capabilities, no. He was highly skilled, but your intuition was harder ever wrong…and something bad was bound to happen if you two split up right now. Your panicking, hands shaking in the handles of your swords, the situations options limited.

You fight the oncoming panic and move to the roof he was currently standing on. He turns to face you, the look nothing short of confused and slight anger.

“You need to go. Now.” He speaks, more of an order than anything excised god knows if he’s show you jsut how wallet your panicked state effected him, he’s follow you in a heartbeat.

“I won’t say everything will be okay-“

“When you come back everything will be okay.” You explain, voice shaking. It breaks his heart

You can feel your eyes burn, tough he was skilled, you felt as if there was no fighting the feeling of impending doom.

You press your lips to his, your faces melting together like two puzzle pieces. How facial hair is scratching your face but you would have it any other way.

His face is tinted afterwards, and his lips purse as if he wished to say something. It was easy to see what it was so you said it instead.

Love is such a funny and cruel thing in this life

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freemilkshakesposts · 5 months

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Say It

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT‼️‼️(NSFW)

⚠️Warning ⚠️: Sexual content, toxic relationship and heavy power dynamic if you squint.

This is my first time writing something like this so... :3

Summary: Where do you stand with your superior, Captain Levi? Is it love, is it hatred, or is it simply you relish the attention from your squad leader?

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"I love you'… such difficult words for you to utter, or perhaps words you couldn't bring yourself to say," I whispered.

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"Miss (L/N)", he said, breaking the silence. "Excellent job organising these reports."

His praise always leaves me flustered, my stomach swirling, my cheeks burning, and my heart yearning for him.

Fuck him and his words.

"I appreciate the praise, Sir", I responded, my voice tinged with a bitter longing for validation that never seems to come. Each compliment feels like a Band-Aid on a gaping wound, momentarily soothing yet ultimately failing to fill the void. You never say the words 'I love you'.

"Looks like someone is in shitty mood today", he drawled playfully, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he continued to inspect the files in hand.

I rolled my eyes. "Anyone would feel the same if they had to endure such an unbearable squad leader."

He clicked his tongue, the sound reverberating in the cramped confines of our shared space. "Is that so, cadet?", he scoffed, "I think you and I both know that those feelings are untrue, correct?"

All movement froze within me, his words intensifying the already uncomfortable tension in the claustrophobic atmosphere.

"Ah, I see the issue now", he remarked, tossing aside the reports he had been studying. "It's been a while, hasn't it, cadet?" His voice dripped with suggestion.

But hadn't you insisted to put an end to this relationship? No, not a relationship, but merely our fleeting act of sex.

"Oh, are we embracing silence now, cadet?" His laughter carried a tone of authority. "Perhaps it's wise to maintain it then."

Pause. Maybe this is what I desire. Perhaps I want you once more. But maybe - you're deceitful. You're despicable. You're a…

"Sir," I finally exclaimed, my voice heavy with both offense and disappointment, striving to maintain composure. Keep your cool. He simply seeks to fuck you. "Your words solely lacks the professionalism one would expect in such a setting. It is truly disheartening to witness." My gaze bore into him, but my reproachful words only echoed the irony of our relationship - where professionalism is a distant memory, overshadowed by the fleeting moments of pleasure he provides, always leaving me with a bitter after taste of longing and regret.

He scoffed, his eyes smouldering with desire as he finally rose from his desk, each deliberate step toward me oozing with anticipation. Here we go again. Fuck, why did he have to be so irresistibly attractive?

As he drew nearer, I felt an overwhelming force pulling me towards him, ensnared by the magnetic allure of his presence. Oh God his scent. It was utterly intoxicating, a captivating blend of tea leaves and lavender soap. How could I possibly resist?

"Fuck!"

In a swift motion, he closed the distance between us, positioning himself closer, his leg sliding between mine, setting ablaze a fiery heat that surged through my veins. His touch, so tender and deliberate, sent ripples of sensation through me, his knee grazing against my clothed clit with a teasing precision, tracing slow, deep circles. My breath hitched in my throat, each exhale a soft beg for more, as the throbbing ache between my legs intensified, my hips eagerly yielding to his tortuous act, craving the fulfilment that only his touch could offer.

"Shit…." I sighed, my voice a breathy plea.

He leaned in closer, his breath hot and heavy against my skin, eliciting such pleasure which danced through me as he whispered into my ear. His warm breath teased, his nose caressing my neck, forcing out such erotic music - all for him. With each circle he traced on my clothed bud, the sensation intensified, driving me wild with pleasure, aching for more and more of his intoxicating touch - I hate myself.

"Captain…" I moaned, my voice barely a whisper, laden with need and longing, aching for his commanding touch to take me to my release.

His fingers, so delicate and thin - oh, but ever so powerful in there way of constructing such a dirty performance; with two fingers delving deeper and deeper with each rhythmic motion, penetrating the barrier of clothing as I willingly surrendered to this act, lost in the throes of his erotic performance. That's an award winning show for me - every single time.

Damn my lack of restraint.

"Do you still crave that 'professionalism', darling?" He teased, his words laced with a hint of mischief, as he purposefully slowed his seductive movements, prolonging the delicious tension between us. With hunger, he captured my lips with a fierce urgency. His kiss so tender, so raw. I couldn't help but groan softly as his tongue flicked under my teeth, delving into the depths of my mouth, exploring this forbidden territory reserved only for him.

"You tease-" My words dissolved into a gasp as the man skilfully pivoted my body towards the door, his touch firm and commanding, holding me in place with an unyielding grip.

"That wasn't quite the response I was looking for, Name," he whispered, his voice husky. His fingers began slowly trailing a seductive path, returning to my throbbing pussy, pinching tiny parts of its skin, as his fingers travelled to its destination: the very opening of my desires. With deliberate pressure, his thumb teased that eager spot, drawing a deep and longing moan from me. "Try again."

I struggled to speak, my lips parting with a silent plea as the weight of unspoken desire pressed upon me. Words hovered on the edge of my tongue, but restraint held them captive, knowing that surrendering to the intoxicating confession of "no" would only deepen the erotic dance of our twisted 'relationship'. Yet, silence was not enough for him. With a primal urgency, he seized a handful of my hair, wrenching my head back to meet his gaze. In those smouldering grey eyes, I saw a hunger so raw, so feral, it ignited a fire within me, melting away all pretence until all that remained was my need to cum.

He has a remarkable talent for awakening such desire….such love for him.

Love. What a laughable notion.

This relationship is nothing but a desperate retreat from reality, a refuge from the chaos outside. Being soldiers in the Survey Corps, we grasp onto every fleeting moment of happiness, desperately clinging to any semblance of peace. Our connection is the only stable ground we know, an unyielding craving that consumes us, never fading, never relenting because everyday we are haunted by the idea of our own death, that we ache for a shred of humanity, a silver of love to cling to.

Love.

Before every mission, you would yearn, yearn for something - probably an outlet to fuck your anger, your frustration. Your love? And I indulged you every time, because I have always believed - and still do - that you were my sanctuary, a garden of roses to wander, to revel in: I love you. Your melodies enchant me: Darling. Sweetheart. My beloved. They resonate like beautiful sonnets. Yet, when your song ends, I anticipate. Awaiting another crescendo, another moment of euphoria - the bliss I wait for in your whispered words, "I love you."

The tingling pleasure began to subside, leaving a hollow ache in its wake. As the movements that had been performed on my core faltered and came to a halt, a sense of confusion washed over me.

"Name," he whispered, his concern drowning out his once eager desires.

"Levi," I murmured urgently, my body yearning for release, desperate for anything to quench the fiery ache between my thighs. Every passing moment without him stretched into an eternity of longing, my core throbbing with emptiness, begging for his touch to soothe the void within me.

With you, I find my solace, my refuge, my home. My love.

"I should leave, cadet." His voice trembled with regret as he hastily put space between us, anything to escape the weight of his mistake.

"I—" Please, don't go. Stay a little longer. Let's linger in the rose garden a while more.

But the door slammed shut, echoing his departure, I cursed under my breath. Damn it all. Now, all that remained was the dampness pooling between my thighs, a reminder of my own desire. Filthy. I should not have allowed myself to feel anything for you, knowing it was all just a twisted game we played, isn't it, Captain Levi? Because for you, those three words "I love you" carry no weight, but for me, they bear the heavy burden of my heart's longing.

#levi ackerman #attack on titan #levi x reader #levi aot #levi attack on titan #levi x you #snk #captain levi #levi shingeki no kyojin #levi smut #smut #one sided love #fanfic #heartache

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leviathans-watching · 2 years

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hi! i've seen someone do this with aot characters and it seemed pretty fun,, so how about the brothers (and maybe dateables?) and their icks?? like mammon once tried being a soundcloud rapper, or asmo who laughs at inside jokes that he isn't involved in, or like diavolo, who seems like the type to clap when the plane lands unironically, he's also the only one doing it

how they gave you the ick

includes: the brothers x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .5k | rated t | m.list

a/n: lmao this was so fun to write, i hope you enjoy, my inbox is open to chat, request, or leave feedback so come say hi!!

please reblog <33

➳ lucifer does the dad thing where he stands in the living room, watching the tv, then insists he’s not watching. it’s gotten to the point where you don’t even ask him if he wants to sit down, knowing he’s only going to say no. he also always has a lot to say about whatever is on, and for someone who claims he doesn’t care, he sure does keep up with the plot pretty well.

➳mammon went through a phase where he thought he was going to make it big on soundcloud then get an actual label to sign him. that, of course, didn’t happen, and instead, he just looked like an idiot trying super hard to promote (honestly bad) music. he even went as far as to make merch, and now it sits in boxes in the basement, ready to be pulled out whenever someone wants to embarrass him.

➳ levi tried to become a film bro youtuber once, and though the production level was pretty high, the analysis often left something to be desired. he chose to focus on every little detail and was just seen as pedantic, then on top of that, fell into the cliche of rating movies like mad max, fight club, american psycho, etc. very highly and dismissing other movies that were probably better than those.

➳ satan went through a phase where he wanted desperately to be a drummer for a rock band or something except he couldn’t keep a beat to save his life. the others in the band were also pretty bad, but he was something else. he also thought he was really good and hot and cool, and had no respect for others’ time and would often practice late into the night when you were trying to sleep. beel had to physically restrain mammon from throwing the set out the window.

➳ asmo has such bad fomo it’s not even funny. he’ll laugh at jokes you know for sure he’s not part of, constantly involve himself in any and every conversation, and he’s got to be in the know all of the time. this means he just comes across as invasive and weird, too nosy for his own good, but whenever you try to bring these concerns up with him he just brushes them off, making it that much worse.

➳ beel went through a phase where he only wore socks with sandals, and often paired it with a fanny pack. he claimed he was being prepared, but when you asked him what for, he had no answer. he started wearing ‘funny’ socks and trying to show them off and it was so bad that he actually got sock tan lines during the summer that didn’t fade until it was almost spring again.

➳ belphie decided to cut his own bangs once, going against everyone who told him not to, and what do you know, it turned out horribly. he was stuck with uneven, jagged, ugly ass bangs for weeks because he also refused to admit they looked bad and tried to wear them with stubborn pride. like with mammon’s merch, evidence exists in various photographs and albums, ready to be pulled out when needed.

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mrsackermanfeed · 8 months

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BestFriendLeviAckerman!xVirginPocReader! ᰔ✈︎ Can You Take It ?✈︎ᰔ

You’d been his best friend , he didn’t expect for you two too be doing this together, it was unnatural but he felt so needed of it .

He was embarrassed, the way you looked on your knees infront of him as he complained about his cock , “ I don’t - just let me make you feel good “ he turned down you sucking his cock for who knows what reason , “ But I want too Vi “ he sighed watching you pull his zipper down , grabbing your hands you flicked his hand off , unbuttoning his pants , what was he so embarrassed for ?

“It’s not like the ones you’ve had , it’s different “ he tried his best explaining but the pads of your fingers , where tugging down his pants , and his breath was heaving not just from anxiety but pleasure .

“I’ll like it either way Levi , I don’t care if you’re small” you’d found your fingers digging under his waist band of his boxers pulling them down , “ Fuck- I’m sorry “ he sighed wishing he could stuff his face away from the embarrassment.

It wasn’t small , not even close enough to that , you wish you would pick up your mouth already but you were gagged by it, so what was he complaining about… “ If it won’t fit in there - we don’t have too “ he winced at you , fuck so he knew this would be your reaction .

He wasn’t being cocky about it , he just thought it was too much for himself even , too walk around and be hard was bearing enough he always thought of what and how his future wife would deal with it .

“Poor baby , it must hurt being this hard ?” Your small hand so soft wrapping around his hot hard cock , with the tip of your tongue you lap at his tip tasting his pre cum , “ Oh my fucking -“ he whimpers throwing his head back , knuckles white grabbing onto the end of his bed post .

“Are you not mad ? “ he asked softly watching your soft lips slid down too his base , and your brown eyes look up with a soft gaze , you pulled back dragging a groan from his lips , “ No Captain “ he sighed watching you push him back , you weren’t understanding what he meant by the other ones you’ve saw but he was still your first , “ You’re my first “ his eyes widen and he knew this was gonna be exactly proving his point .

“Shit ! “ he sighed .

#aot #aot smut #reiner braun #smut #levi ackerman #levi aot #levi x reader #black women #black reader #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #viralpost #mommy k!nk #aot onyankopon #black y/n #tumblr fyp #tumblr blaze #foryopage #Spotify

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kaiyaki-sano · 1 year

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Lend Me Your Voice(band!AU Eren x fem!Reader) pt.1

It’s been so long since I posted anything, and I had this sitting in the archives for a million years.....my bad y’all. Basically, Eren is a douchey frontman of the rock band “Titans”. This will be a 4 part slightly angsty mini-series, with a shameless little self-insert as Eren’s sister in part 2 bc I have no self control when it comes to Levi~ I hope you enjoy it!!

MINORS DNI!!!!

TW: sinful foul smut in the beginning, Eren is an asshole to reader, very minor character death for backstory purposes, swearing/dirty talk

It was your own damn fault this happened, and you knew it. There was no way you didn’t see this coming the second you were invited onto the bus and no way you didn’t see it when he buttered you up with praises while he was gripping the headboard to ram his hips at the right angle to get that sweet release he’d become addicted to in his new lifestyle.

“Fuck!! Just like that, squeeze on me baby girl-” His ragged breathing was deafening, the nefarious and sinful harmony of slick skin slapping mixed with the creak of the shaky tour bus bed’s foundation was exactly the soundtrack he needed to get to the edge.

And sure, Eren Yeager was an asshole and a douche, but he was no monster, who prided himself on his partners having equal pleasure too. After all, he knew it was gonna be the best moment of their peasantry lives, so he had to make it memorable. It was the very least he could do for his adoring fans. Reaching down between your legs from his position behind you, -because of course this man would have you face down, ass up like a two-bit tavern wench- and used those talented calloused fingers to toy with your throbbing clit. “C'mon, pretty baby, cum on my cock, s’what you always wanted, ain’t it? Be my good girl, lemme see you lose it.” Who were you to deny him? Clearly, you were special, so you had to obey. “F-Fuck, so good, feels so good ‘Ren, please! Ah- I’m gonna- ngh!!” It was so good, he was so god damned talented, touching and fucking you as if he’d spent his entire life learning how to please you. Of course, you came, just like he asked, all over him with your thighs quaking. You’d do anything for him. “Such a good fuckin’ girl, so good for me, might be my favorite groupie, might have to keep you-” He babbled, his usual bullshit script, whatever got you to keep squeezing his cock the way you were, just like all the ones before you, and the ones that’ll undoubtedly come after.

He carelessly, shamelessly painted your walls white, biting down harshly into your shoulder to leave a mark that would last at least a couple of days, or weeks if you were lucky. How nice of him to leave you with a little reminder of the blessing he gave you, the blessing of his time and his nut.

You, you poor poor thing, sighed happily next to him, convinced he was being serious. Even made the grave mistake of trying to scoot in and cuddle with him. “Fuck you doin? Leave.” He snorted, gently pushing you right away and pointing toward your clothes as he grabbed his phone to scroll through his social media, “Your shit is right there, get dressed and leave.”

How could he be so cold to you? Poor y/n, you’d only wanted to cuddle, how were you to know he was this much of a tool? “Eren…why are you being so mean? I thought…you said-” “And you believed that shit?? C'mon, did you really think you were that special? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I think you’re hot as hell, wouldn’t have fucked you if I didn’t. But baby girl, you’re all a dime a dozen to me, at least a hundred in every city we hit,” He chuckled heartlessly, looking at you with no remorse and no emotion, “what use do I have to keep you around? Now, get your shit and get your pretty ass off my bus.” So you did. You gathered your clothes, what was left of your dignity, got dressed, and made your way out of the back bedroom of that bus. That proved to only make you feel worse, now being face-to-face with his band members, all of them giving you the same sympathetic look. Despite Eren’s words, there was something different about you, something wholesome, and you deserved better as an adoring fan.

“Listen,” The first to speak up was Connie, their drummer, “don’t let that asshole bring you down, alright? Here, just to make him look dumb, I’ll give you a VIP pass, it’ll get you backstage to any of our shows. It’ll get you into the show too, so don’t freak out about tickets. VIP has its own section.” He gave you a dazzling grin, tilting his head, “I know I’d like to see you there!” You wondered how many of these they’ve had to give out, just to save face for the band, to right their cunt of a frontman’s behavior. But, you smiled, nodding and thanking them as you gave him your email to print out the pass. You didn’t have the heart to tell them, that you were simply no longer a fan. “I hope he starts to treat his fans better, thanks for your kindness.” With that, you walked off the bus and began the journey back to your car in the venue lot.

#attack on titan #aot #aot au #aot x reader #aot x reader smut #eren yeager #eren aot #aot eren #eren x reader #eren x reader smut #eren yeager x reader #eren jaeger #eren jaeger x reader #eren jaeger smut #eren yeager smut #aot smut #kaiyaki-sano original

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inkymoon16 · 10 months

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Love At First Sight

Bobby Skeetz x Reader

tags: first person narrative, inhaler imagine

Today was the day. The Inhaler concert. My friend and I had been planning this day for months. When we bought the concert tickets I felt an unmatched happiness and anticipation for the date. I had been a fan of Inhaler since 2020 and I was confident of my lyric knowledge.

I had introduced my friend to the band a couple months ago and she immediately loved them. We planned to get to the city early so that we could wait on line and get barricade. I really wanted to be as close to the music as possible and I didn't care how long I waited. We had packed lunch and dinner in disposable baggies in order to not leave the line. Even though the band is not that well known, we didn't want to take any chances.

I checked my phone and it was around 5:00. Doors open soon. Waiting in the line all day made those final 2 hours feel like nothing. We had managed to be some of the first people on line so barricade was almost a guarantee. My stomach danced in the anticipation of seeing the boys on stage. I had dreamed of this day for so long. All those hours of watching interviews and concert footage and I was finally going to see them in person. I smiled thinking about it.

We had picked our outfits months ago - our anticipation getting the best of us. I had on Levi's jeans, a black tank top, and since it was a little chilly out, a jean jacket. The outfit was very 70s inspired. My hair was down around my shoulders and we had both done our makeup. My friend had on leather pants, Vans, and a purple bralette. As the time got closer to doors opening, we could hear their soundchecks. I could hear "My Honest Face" and "Cheer Up Baby" faintly through the doors. My heart raced, anticipating hearing those up close to my face.

The doors finally opened and we raced inside. The cool inside felt nice against my skin and the open floor made my feet pick up speed. Next thing I know, we got barricade. I looked at my friend and we both broke into massive grins.

"Thank God. We did it." She said. We were so close to the stage. Like so close. If one of the band members kneeled down, they would be right in my face. My heart rate once again picked up. All of them were so fine. I know my friend fancied Eli, but I personally fancied Bobby. God, he was so hot. I literally felt myself blushing just thinking about him. And the fact that in just a couple hours he would be right in front of me made me blush harder.

The time seemed to drag by so slowly. The opening act was good, but nothing crazy. 30 minutes left until they came on. The tension in the pit was palpable. Everyone was nervous but beyond excited.

The lights went out. I felt my heart drop to the floor and my face broke out into a massive grin. This was the moment. Finally. As the lights came back on, shining upon their bodies I blushed for no reason. There they were. Bobby looked so fucking good. I could see my friend practically drooling over Eli.

Bobby's microphone was at the perfect angle where we kept making eye contact. I didn't want to seem delusional but after a couple repeated times, it felt as though he was seeking me out. So I acted it up a little. Dancing in a sexy way and sending him flirtatious smirks. He reciprocated one of the smirks and I felt my heart flutter.

At one point during "My King Will Be Kind" Bobby came close to barricade and bent down in front of me. He started strumming his guitar directly at me and I could see every detail in his beautiful face. I gazed right into his eyes and saw they were glazed with adrenaline and lust. My stomach was filled with butterflies. He grabbed my chin and whispered "Meet me outside later" close to my face before backing away. He winked and stood back up.

Holy shit. I looked to my friend for confirmation that this did actually happen and I wasn't hallucinating. Her face was flooded with shock. "WHAT THE FUCK?!" I yelled at her. The girls near me kept shooting daggers with their eyes, but I couldn't care less.

For the rest of the concert, Bobby and I kept making eye contact. I had no idea where on Earth I was supposed to meet him, but I would find it. I just had to make sure no other fans followed us.

As soon as the concert finished, my friend and I tried to get out of the venue as quickly as we could. Outside on the street we went around the corner to see if there was an exit that we could find. Down a side alley there was an unmarked door and we both shrugged before entering the dark alley.

"Honestly if we die while waiting for this band it was so worth it." She said.

I nodded. "Oh, absolutely."

Fortunately, we did not have to wait long. Josh came through the door first, followed by Ryan. They waved to us, clearly unphased by our presence. They waited at the end of the alley with their hands in their pockets. Eli and Robert came out and he immediately smiled at me.

"Hello gorgeous." Bobby said to me. I gave him a seductive smile and he put his arm around my back.

"Where are we going?" I ask, as I could hear my friend strike up a conversation with Eli.

"The bar next door - there's cheap drinks and dancing."

"Perfect."

We entered the bar, the bouncer barely checking us. The music was loud and pounded against my heart. It was dark and dimly lit, with a makeshift dance floor on the side. We approached the bar and he came close to my face. "Let me buy you a drink. I didn't get your name either."

"Rum and coke. It's Sienna."

"Sienna. What a lovely name. Well I guess you know I'm Bobby."

I laughed. "Really? Didn't know." I said sarcastically, which made him crack a smile at this. We got our drinks and he put his arm around me again.

"Come on, let's dance." He led me towards the dance floor and I felt my heart swoon at the sight of him, sweaty in dim bar lightning. He had combat boots, jeans, and a faded band t-shirt on. I wanted to consume him at that moment. His eyes roamed over me in the same way.

The music danced around us as we screamed the well known lyrics at each other. Each moment was getting more lustful as he leaned towards me. His lips caught mine and the world was suddenly on fire. It was like nothing else mattered. His hands grabbed my hips as mine grabbed his hair. We made out like that for a while. We kept dancing and making out. In between small talk conversation of course.

#bobby skeetz #robertkeating #bobby skeetz x reader #bobby skeetz imagine #inhaler imagine #bobby skeetz x you #robert keating x reader

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miserablekingsteve · 1 year

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A romcom au that no one asked for that will be multiple parts, the hook line being; Was Eddie Munson ready to be Steve Harrington’s wing man? Hell no. Had he somehow promised this to Steve? Absolutely. With Steve being who he was, somehow he was going to help Eddie find a date too. Unbeknownst to the former king, the person Eddie wanted was right there.

Look, if someone told Eddie he would be turned away from every job he applied for 6 months ago—sure he would’ve laughed. But because he was a third year senior with loads of petty crimes logged in the Hawkins police bank. Not because he was a ‘once believed satanic murderer turned messiah’. It was ever more frustrating than the petty theft shit and all that. The pitying looks and the—

“Alright, Munson. I let you drink here for free the first couple of times but I’m running a tab now,” Jen, the lovely lovely bar maid cut him off mid tangent. Guilt overrid his gut and he sighed, she was right, after all of it, she wasn’t paid to listen to his pity party.

“Well, that was your first mistake, Jen,” Eddie swirled the dead foam in his beer, “never let a man drink for free. Ever.”

“Lest a naive little girl like me never make that mistake again,” Jen rolled her eyes while she dried a glass. He grinned at her, sucking back the last bits of free beer.

“You’re anything but, Jen. But I think you already knew that,” Eddie blindly searched for his jacket under the bar so he could take on the walk to his new government enstated hole.

“Don’t worry, next rounds on me,” A very familiar voice said from Eddie’s right.

“The worlds not ending anymore. I don’t need you swooping in to save me like a knight in shining armour, Harrington.”

There the former King was leaning against the bar with a soft smirk painted on his lips. He was decked out in a nice grey blouse which was tucked into his usual tight Levi’s, the dim bar light hitting the streaks of blond which had formed from the summer sun.

“Yeah, well, just this once?” Steve formed it almost as a question, eyes big and yearning. Eddie let out a long winded sigh and dropped his coat back on the hook.

“You got me,” Damn, this wasn’t the first time Steve came and found him in a place of vulnerability. It was annoying and very persistent. Eddie only allowed himself to say no 3 times, and he still hadn’t cashed in on any of those.

“And, just like that ladies and gentlemen. The paper man crumbles. You’re all theatrics, Eddie,” Steve whistled, a jovial grin plastered on his dumb pretty face, “Don’t let these hardened workers see that, they’ll ravage you alive.

There was a pause before he barked out a laugh as Steve pointedly looked between both of their torsos. Jen curiously eyed them up, before dropping their new beers on fresh coasters and promptly left them alone.

“So, what brings you to the Hideout of all places, Steve?” Eddie grasped the pint with a clammy hand, an excuse to do something with his nervous limbs.

“Oh, you know. I heard a really good band plays here sometimes,” Steve grinned, before his wall faltered and he looked wistfully at his own beer, “I, actually was supposed to meet a date here. Got stood up, I guess.”

“Damn, that rut is ever present, eh?”

Eddie’s stool rattled from where Steve kicked the legs. He flipped Steve off around his glass, taking a large gulp hiding the smirk that fought its way onto his lips.

The younger man sighed and leaned back, “Yeah, it’s so weird, man. In high school I never had this much trouble, like I’d at least get one date under my belt, yknow.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow, “Actually, no. I don’t know.”

Steve turned and looked at him in confusion, a hot blush spread over Eddie’s cheeks after he realized the hole he dug himself into.

“You mean to tell me, that Eddie Munson, Jean vest, ripped jeans and suave cool guy. Has never been on a date?”

Against Eddie’s will, the flush on his cheeks flared, fighting for nonchalance he chuckled into his hand, deciding what to lay bare for Steve, “Ahem, yeah. Not many people I’ve-uh-been interested in. Well, not here anyway.”

A look of disbelief crossed Steve’s face, but he shrugged in understanding, “I guess… I get it?”

Eddie erupted into laughter, shaking out his curls, “Hey, thanks for trying at least.”

Comfortable silence fell over the two men as they sat, nursing their respective beers. Eddie tried to keep a hold on the erratic laughter that threatened to pool out into the bar. What? Was he just supposed to outwardly just tell Steve he appreciated the company of men. With the musk, sweat, and usually disgusting habits the same sex tended to participate in. Not the soft, flush skin of a woman. Yeah, he was able to see the beauty of a woman. But there was something about the coarse hair of a treasure trail that made Eddie’s collar tighten.

“Sooo, what’s your type, Munson?”

Aw fuck was Steve for real. Eddie thought, eyes widening, the grip on his beer almost painful.

“Oh, yknow, brunettes with a bit of a bitch underneath.”

Steve laughed at that, nodding his head in agreement. No recognition of the fact T hat steve fit the bill almost too perfectly.

“I get it, I’d say I’m in the same boat,” Steve threw back, a grin spreading secretly over his lips.

Now, Eddie had since given up on his little crush on Steve long ago, but even with his high school days far behind him, he was still appreciative of the man. He let his eyes trail down the side of Steve’s face and focused on the two moles that were tucked secretly under his jaw.

“Well, I don’t know what idiot you got stood up by but she doesn’t deserve you,” Eddie stated. A snort came from Steve and he shook his head, “Nah, stop doing that man. You’re under selling yourself. Come on, try whatever you did with her on me. I’ll give you some tips!”

Careful where you put your foot, Munson.

Thankfully, Steve seemed interested in his idea, straightening out his back and turning to face Eddie head on. Okay, strong start. It was good.

“Hey, you’ve got pretty good taste in movies—,”

Eddie cut Steve off before he continued, “Ah, ah, ah. See that’s your problem, don’t pick up chicks at work, it’s Family Video, for fucks sake!”

Steve floundered but Eddie held up his hand to stave off the earful he knew the man wanted to give him, “No, here. You may meet them at work, but don’t ask them out there! You can’t gauge anything from the interaction, especially at Family Video.”

“Oh, yeah sure. You know where to pick up chicks, Mr. I’ve never been on a date.”

“Touché,” Eddie nodded, “I may not have a bunch of chicks in my phone book. But at least I have common sense.”

“Hey!”

“Dude, it’s true! Not only do you have Robin breathing over your shoulder, %100 scaring away your ‘conquests’. But on the off chance she’s not there, you’ve got Creepy Keith. Start going out and doing things.”

Steve almost interrupted him but then shut his mouth quickly at the mention of Keith, “Yeah you’ve got a point. But where do I go, where it’s not like overbearing and verging on creep behaviour.”

“Now, I actually can help you there,” Eddie smirked and lifted his beer to take a long swig, “I still have my side business, and with the start of summer, I’ve got loads of jobs lined up. You should come?”

Eddie’s stomach did a backflip at the way Steve’s face lit up like a god damn candle.

“Dude are you serious? That would be amazing,” Eddie laughed at his enthusiasm.

“Now, I gotta figure out some way to help you,” Steve’s brow furrowed, deep in thought. Shit, Eddie wasn’t prepared for that response.

“Ehh, don’t sweat it man, that’s what friends do.”

“Exactly! And I wanna help you. Get you one date, at least!” Steve proclaimed, eyes filled with excitement.

Eddie crumpled under the look. Because he’d actually love to go on a date, have someone take him out to a show or something, “Pfft, fine. Twist my arm, Harrington.”

“Okay. I come out to parties with you to find dates—instead of family video—and I help you, uh, find out how and who you want to take out. Deal?”

Eddie eyed Steve’s outstretched hand nervously, before smiling and smacking his own palm into the bond, “Deal!”

They grinned at each other, throwing back the last drags of their beers, Jen called out last call and Steve dropped a couple of bills on the bar.

“Alright, I’ll stop by to give you details on the whereabouts of my illegal handlings,” Eddie shoved an arm through the worn leather sleeve of his jacket.

“See ya then, Munson,” Steve grinned, hands shoved into those stupid blue jeans, “I look forward to it.”

Shit.

Steve sauntered out of the bar, a little bit more pep in his step than when he’d hunched in next to Eddie. What the fuck was he doing?

“You alright, kid?” Jen asked, many questions left on her tongue.

Eddie rubbed a hand over his face abrasively, “Yeah, yeah. Definitely.”

Stay tuned for the next part 😉

#steddie #eddie munson #stranger things #steve harrington #stranger things s4 #ao3 #eddie munson stranger things #Steve Harrington stranger things #steddie fic rec #steddie ficlet #steddie fanfic #steddie fanfiction #I’m not gonna reveal the romcom until later #it’s kinda integral to the big moment #love u all #stevexeddie #my writing

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peachymilkandcream · 11 months

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Please, Levi strapping her to a breeding bench and turning her into his mindless, fucked out, cum dump please.

Levi x Evelyn -> You Think You Have A Choice?

(A/N: Bold of you to assume that she isn't always his cum dump XD Also this will be a slight spoiler for chapter 12 of Break me Slowly so read that first! I'm loving you all are giving me such unique and not vanilla requests. Just a heads up to future asks, any asks submitted later today won't be written until Sunday because tonight and Saturday I'll be gone all day. Feel free to continue to request you'll just have to wait a hot minute for me to fulfill them. Thanks!)

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, violence, mind breaking, misogyny, etc.

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After Levi had discovered the contraceptives his "darling wife" had been keeping from him he was determined to make her suffer for it. She was not allowed to leave the room until he was convinced she was pregnant. She had gone back to her stubborn ways of fighting him, no longer protected by the net of birth control she fought tooth and nail to keep him at bay. While he had no issue pinning her down, the last thing he wanted was the stress to get to him and keep her from getting pregnant, or heaven forbid she waste any of his precious cum.

Which is what led him to now, built by his own two hands. Comfortable enough that she could be there for a long time without causing too much injury that could get infected. This was mostly about humiliation, she was his wife, sure, but in reality nothing more than his property and personal baby machine. It wasn't so pretty when he worded it like that, but it was the truth of the matter.

Gracious as ever, he had let her out of the bed to go to the bathroom, but he had taken the door off the hinges to watch her at all times while setting this up. He almost thought it was gift, this would get her pregnant quicker and keep his wrath at bay. He was doing her a favour.

When she came out of the bathroom her face was not filled with gratitude, but with fear. Automatically she started to back up, as if he hadn't seen her or she could escape what happened next.

"No you don't." He chased after her, at first pulling at her arm.

"Don't Levi-"

"You can sit there willingly or I can make you. You pick."

"Is that really any choice!?"

"You think you have a choice? Your choice was when you took those damn pills. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes my dear."

"If you hadn't forced me to-"

She's cut off by his hand to her cheek, his wedding band biting into her skin. "Don't. Finish that sentence. Now do as you're told."

She looks at him with teary eyes and shakes her head.

"No? Okay." He simply lifts her over his shoulder, bringing her kicking and flailing. Setting her down and using his upper body strength to keep her still while he strapped her in.

Evelyn fought and tried to move in anyway but with how tightly he had strapped her down she couldn't move an inch, and with her back turned to him she couldn't see how close he was getting to entrance until he shoved it all the way in. Making her groan and pull at her restraints. She was so sore from how much he had abused her pussy that now it was becoming torture.

It hurt as he pounded away at her until she was almost weeping, even she knew it was her own stupid fault that she was like this. She was stupid to have those pills, stupid to think she could get away with it for much longer.

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She couldn't even count how many times he came inside her, the last time he pulled out her gaping hole audibly dripped onto the floor. By now she had just gotten used to taking it, moaning without shame. Even though she was sore and hurt something about being used made her enjoy every minute of it. And so full of him. Her mind flashes to Petra, wishing she could see her right now and know the only person Levi took any interest in.

"Ready to go again pet?" He slaps her ass, already red with handprints.

"Yes Levi-" She someone manages.

He slides in again, continuing with the same rough pace as normal, taking what belonged to him. She was slick with cum and arousal, her pussy twitching, trying to push him out and give her a break. But he was more determined. His fingers rubbed her clit, making her squirt on his fingers again. She was just a ragged mess, eyes rolled back as she took everything from him.

However her cunt was so worn it wasn't as tight, so for good measure he shoved his cum covered cock into her ass, making her clench. Here she was much tighter, her body tried to force him out, but that had never stopped him before. He continued until he was close, before pulling out suddenly and diving back into her pussy and filling her once again, cum squirting out around his dick. Maybe now she'd learn her lesson.

#attack on titan #break me slowly #levi ackerman #levi aot #levi x oc #levi x reader #shingeki no kyojin #yandere levi #yandere levi ackerman #yandere levi x reader #oneshot requests

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ackermansimper · 1 year

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I might rewrite this in a different scenario or with Mikasa or Kenny purely for the fact that I LOVE this song. Like goodness this band makes amazing music-

I hate everything about you

Word count: 0.9k (Levi x reader)

I hate everything about you - three days grace

-Summary: Your rivalry is interrupted after you kiss Levi after a drink too much. Now you're left to think about your feelings for the man and stress over the possibly ruined friendship.

You laid awake with the occasional sigh thinking about what had just happened. You might've ruined whatever relationship you had with Levi, the guy you often bickered with and teased. You both weren't together but you couldn't say that there weren't any feelings involved on your side. At first it was more of a partner-enemy relationship but it turned into more. It turned into actual communication towards you both and actual bonding behind your quarrels.

You hated him. You always reminded him of that and the same went towards you. Despite your supposed hatred of each other though was an unbreakable bond that took you both years of partnership and trust to achieve. And yet it feels as if you had broken the bond you had with the idiot in an instant.

You kissed him. You drank a bit too much and thought it'd be fine to shoot your shot. Not even that. You don't know why you did it. You could lay there and try making millions of excuses for it, anything to justify your actions. You could blame it on the alcohol. You could say it meant nothing. But all that would just be a huge lie shoved in his and your face. You knew very well that it wasn't just the alcohol nor was it meaningless. You knew deep down that you cared for him and had feelings for him. But you hate him. You hate everything about him. So why does it hurt so much that he looked at you with pure disgust in his eyes afterwards? Why'd it hurt so much that it broke your shell of toughness and had you running away to your room like an idiot? Why'd it hurt so much that-

"Y/n are you having a nightmare? You're being a bit loud" your roommate asked after hearing your heavy breaths and low sighs. "I'm fine." was the most you could muster. You weren't. You weren't fine at all.

Yet even with all the hurt boiled deep inside you, you don't miss him. You can't bring yourself to. You hate him. You don't love him. You hate him. You don't miss him and there's nothing between you two.

So why do you love him?

Once you were able to fall asleep, it felt like an instant that you were woken up to your roommate with her normal cheeky smile. "Wakey wakey! They've got juice on the menu today" she said ruffling your bed hair. You groaned a bit and clenched your eyes shut. "Hangover? You shouldn't have been drinking on a work night, you know that" she said. You nodded your head in response even though you knew it was a complete lie. If you were having any type of migraine or headache, it'd be because you had to see Levi and confront that what you did was real last night and you could probably never take it back.

You got up and began getting ready as your roommate finished up and left. Once you were alone and left brushing your hair, tears finally began streaming. You dropped the brush and broke into quiet sobs. You'd been holding it in. It's only when you stop to think about it that you know you hate him. You hate everything about him. The only thing you don't know is why you love him. Why you want to get closure to what had happened last night. Why you want to blame the alcohol and go back to your rivalship with him. Go back to normal.

You wanna know what he thinks. You wanna know if he knows he hates you like you know you hate him. You wanna know if he's taken any thoughts of last night. You wanna know just how much he hates you and if he's questioning any untold and kept away feelings like you've been. You doubt it as yesterday's events could've proven he had no romantic interest in you whatsoever but you didn't wanna be the only one with these hot and cold feelings.

You hate everything about him. You love him. You hate him. You don't love him, you hate him. You don't hate him, you love him. Maybe you hate and love him. Maybe its a bit of everything.

You go to the dining hall with your head high to radiate the energy you always did. Only difference now was that you were scared. You were scared about what you'd say or act when you saw Levi. To your utter surprise and relief, he wasn't there. You'd have to sort this out with him sooner or later but for now, you'll just enjoy your breakfast before a long day.

Levi won't though. He skipped breakfast and stayed locked up in his office. He had no idea how to react to any of this. He hated you, sure. But he loved you and unlike you, had no questions about it.

♥ Thank you for reading ♥

#levi ackerman #levi x reader #levi x y/n

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levishart · 1 year

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some thoughts of mine on my evolving music taste that i wanted to ramble about

i think ive grown out of liking mitski purely because ive gotten better mentally. or, i feel less alone. i still love her music but it doesnt get me anymore. her music doesn't reach in and stroke the deepest part of me these days. rather, i can't seem to let her in. i think in a way, this shows growth. but in a strange way, i think its a minor set back.

i still need my intake of more somber music, which is why ive shifted to laufey. laufey is more for hopeless romantics, but she has happier music. and even some of her sadder songs have happier beats. its better for me mentally to be listening to more jazzy, popy stuff than gut wrenching heart breaking indie from mitski. laufey gets me though.

yes, im hopelessly in love with a fictional character and he is the one i often think about whilst listening to her songs, but im happier. he keeps me happy. and listening to music that reflects my thoughts and feelings for him helps maintain that feeling of walking on clouds that thinking of him gets me.

listening to mitski was a comfort for the times i felt shackled to the ground, but now that im up above - or at the very least free to go where i want on land, her music is just a reminder of those past times.

i never thought there'd be a time where i would stop liking her music. and that's not necessarily true, i just cant listen to her anymore. not when i have laufey to remind me of all that i have now, no matter how material and delusional it is. mitski used to get me in ways that others never could.

however now that im in a better, or at least happier place, i don't need that. what i need is music that understands where im at now, and laufey fills that role perfectly. ive let go a lot of music that used to define me, because in truth, they never were really me.

mitski, mother mother, mindless self indulgence, tally hall, marina, gorillaz, lemon demon, the living tombstone, the smiths, ricky montgomery, sir chloe, vocaloid in general - don't get me wrong, it's all good music, but listening to them makes me feel like im pretending that im somebody that im not. and i cant stand to listen to them anymore when every part of me is screaming to go elsewhere for my music.

getting into metal has made me so much better as a person, and although it is taking time and i am still new to it, i am so eager to continue this journey of self discovery. ive been gradually getting into nu metal band by band, and im really looking forward to getting into black metal next. those genres just feel like ME and have helped my self expression and confidence loads.

i did this thing to my friends where i made them give me a crap ton of artists on spotify and id listen to all their songs, but i dont even need that anymore. like, it was to help me discover new music, and ill 100% listen to them all eventually, but right now, i want to pursue what makes me the happiest.

anyways, laufey 🔛🔝 and so is metal. stream twist by korn it makes my autism happy. you not rrrh rot dot n dot n dot per rot dot n not n dot per n dot chi cot n dot rrr ah dot dot ki o ma gri a dot dot ers a pa ta ko some play to we a dot think up a bite rah sometimes you might ooh ooh rrrh we thought we might dot be mer hot something what are you ma ah do bro what are mines is dot ooh ooh rot in dot n bite ooh na na er na he woo hoo rah ate no hoo dot er ha ya dot im wer rah

side note the "he" i kept refering to is of course my sexy babe levi ackerman from attack on titan and i actually think he'd quite like SOME metal bands and this isn't self projection because i dont think he'd like everything i like but you can NOT tell me he wouldnt jam out to coming undone okay?? i also 🫶 all aot songs. openings, endings, soundtrack, it makes my chest feel happy. good music.

TLDR; i broke up with mitski and got with laufey but im also banging korn, slipknot, and soad on the side. im also madly in love with levi ackerman and this is all because of him

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thekinkyleopard · 1 year

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Hot For Teacher

Pt.3

Pt. 3 of a Non-Canon Remi x Levi Fic

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

Possessive Behavior & Fluff

Author’s Notes: I literally love this series so much ugh. I’m hoping you guys do too! Shoutout to @aller-geez as always for the art and Remi! Thanks for having patience with the long wait guys, it’s been…rough, but I was able to squeeze this out. <3

Description: Levi is a newly divorced English Professor, at his local community college. Recently, he’s had a new student that clearly lacks boundaries. Can he maintain his purity as a responsible educator to society? Or will he submit to the taboo…

One Week later

It was a beautiful Monday on campus, Levi didn’t have any classes but he loved to spend his time at the college, grading, editing, and writing in the atrium. Sometimes, he even enjoyed scanning through the library to read and relax. It was around noon, the professor had taken a break after spending the morning slaving over grading essays, he was completely famished. With his sling case secured around his shoulders, he exited the library, where he had been, making his way into the campus cafeteria. The Professor waited patiently in line as he scrolled through the emails in his phone, he got to the front, looking now at the options before him. “Oh, uhm…shrimp fried rice and some orange chicken please,” he nodded smiling happily at the cafeteria person. Pleasantly she scooped up his order, handing him a to-go box and a receipt to take down over to the register with a pleasant smile.

“Have a wonderful lunch, Professor!” Taking it from her he grinned back, nodding to the woman before following up with a friendly response.

“Thank you! Don’t work too hard now!” They both shared a harmonious laugh together, before Levi made his way to the register, grabbing a grape soda halfway through, then paying for the items and leaving to the outside eating spaces. He passed by many faces and different types of people. It seemed to him that they all blurred and meshed together at this point. Every year it felt the same, which was a comfort, but also a curse. Keeping generally to himself, he found a lone table under a shaded tree, taking the opportunity he slid inside and began to unpack what he bought.

“That sure looks delicious, their Chinese food actually fresh ? I’ll have to give it a taste..” a familiar voice loomed over the back of him, he cocked a brow and swiftly turned to face the student.

“What are you doing here?” Asking surprised, looking the man up and down. He looked as he usually did, band tee, trashed jeans, campus letterman and his black bag.

“Well, Professor, I am a student…so…” he said it but followed up with a charming, yet playful smirk spreading across his face. Levi slapped his own forehead and laughed himself.

“Duh…” shaking his white styled hair back and forth before he turned back around to open the box before him. “I personally love their Chinese, can’t tell you much on the fresh front cause, well, I don’t work in that department and what I don’t know won’t kill me,” shrugging with genuine seriousness before cracking the tab of his soda now.

“Food poisoning can kill you..and I would be absolutely devastated to receive an email about your untimely death via spoiled Chinese,” tsking and shaking his head back and forth before inviting himself in to sit at the table Levi had claimed for the hour. The cat gave a nasally chuckle as he stuffed his face full of food, groaning with pleasure.

“If that’s how I die, know I died a happy man,” he laughed now that he had a free mouth after having chewed and swallowed. Remi also chuckled along side the educator, the two enjoying each other’s friendly banter. “What class do you have today?” The leopard asked casually of the other who shrugged and without breaking his gaze on the man, answered.

“Math and Shop, I’m in my 2 hour break period right now, was on my way to see what the cafe had before I ran into you here eating all alone and what not,” that same charming smiling never broke off the raven haired man’s lips, his emerald greens observing the other’s movements closely almost as if he was memorizing them. Oblivious to the other’s astute observations, Levi continued to eat, and drink his beverage in between sentences.

“Yeah? You like your professors there?” Keeping the conversation casual, light. Professional. The key word. Biting his lower lip slowly at the sight of the other carelessly chowing down, Remi released it and shrugged his shoulders, sliding back into a proper sitting posture.

“They’re okay, no one I like as much as you though,” shooting the now suddenly blushing educator a quick cheeky wink. Clearing his throat as he finished up another very full bite.

“Well, I’m flattered I have such an influence on you, Mr. Connors, I’m glad to see that I can motivate you through your studies,” that outta save it. Right? Keep steering him into a platonic, professional direction. Or else, be damned. He was still pretending as if that evening after the test, didn’t happen. Rolling his patient emerald eyes, Remi brushed a flirtatious foot against the educator’s.

“You don’t need to be so coy, Levi, there’s no one listening,” smirking and still hungrily gazing at the other.

“You don’t know that, apparently, I have students out there watching me so carefully they know my coffee order,” shooting an accusatory gaze now at the man who could only laugh in a sheepish manner.

“I mean…It’s not my fault YOU aren’t aware of your surroundings all the time…” leaning forward, his elbows now on the table as his face rested on top of his laced together fingers. “However, I have an incredible sense of awareness so, you can trust me,” his foot grazed just gently against the other’s from under the table. It was subtle, smooth just INCASE there were cameras that could see the angle. He was indeed, obsessed, but he wasn’t an idiot. The educator blushed again, feeling their feet collide just barely.

“Remington…” Levi was getting started, ready to repeat the same dialogue he had been, but said man cut him off swiftly with a raised hand.

“What do you do when you get home? Who are you outside of being a teacher?” Trying to quickly distract the Professor, save him from the words he already knew he was going to hear. This wasn’t the time or place to argue boundaries with it being so out and open. No, there wasn’t anyone around paying them any particular mind, but if voices started to raise, that could change. To avoid ruffling the other’s fur, he just smiled, innocently intrigued to hear the answer.

Levi sighed, picking and shoveling through his food before he gently shrugged, responding shyly with a clear guard, unsure of the student’s sudden angle and change of subject. “I don’t know… I watch a lot of Rachel McAdams films…” avoiding eye contact, as it was kind of embarrassing how little of a life he really had.

“That’s it? Just rehashing cheesy hallmark movies?” Quietly slamming his fist on top the rather stable table, he gasped.

“Her movies are so much more than that !” Deeply offended by the other’s response, but also still unable to avoid the smile threatening to pull up at the corner of his lips.

“Okay, okay, she’s great I’m not mad at that but like…you don’t do anything else?” Curiously poking at the educator, wondering what drove his soul.

“Well…I really enjoyed roller skating and crafting back in my college years but like…I just don’t really, have the drive for it anymore I guess…” answering honestly now, forgetting almost that he used to have passions before his life, essentially turned upside down.

“Why do you think that is?” Remi’s head turned to the side casually, and curiously. It was clear by the look on his face that the wolf was listening very intently, registering every word that was said to him.

“Well….I was sort of forced into a business marriage, for my father…but it was horrible, and neither of us loved each other, I mean…we knew what the relationship was and it just became a hostile environment, and something like that will…” he paused looking down at his half empty food dish now as he scuffled some of the pieces of rice around. “Kill something inside of you, which poisons the rest and then, you just kind of feel like a ghost…living in reality,” looking up to see that Remi was looking at him with soft eyes. Nodding slowly, he considered his next words carefully.

“You know, I can’t imagine, what that must have been like for you…It must have been really, uh…well, hard,” nodding once before continuing “But, from where I’m sitting…you’re free to do what YOU want now, in your own space…so…maybe try something small? Like..a small project you can do WHILE …sobbing at cheesy hallmark movies,” his genuine thoughtfulness ending in a sarcastic chuckle. Levi broke out in a smile and looked down now, blushing lightly.

“You’re right..you’re right..I can’t keep living in that, when I’ve moved past it…I’ll give it a shot…look at you,” gaining the confidence again to look back at the other’s glowing greens. “Influencing me, how about that?” smiling sweetly, allowing Remington to see the human in him, not just the closed off educator.

The raven haired man’s heart raced inside his chest, it had been weeks of very careful observation from a far. Always keeping an eye on his favorite small teacher, but finally having the courage to just sit with him for once, and ask the questions he’d been dying to know. “I think we make a good influence on each other…” saying it so casually like a knife through butter.

“I would hope so,” and truly, in every context, Levi meant that, in some ways one could definitely argue otherwise, but Remi’s grades have never been better since being pushed to try harder. Levi, has never felt more alive since his marriage started, than he had starting this semester and meeting Remi. Whatever was here brewing between these two men, was undeniable to both parties, but such a dangerous…thin line to stand on.

“Let me take you on a date…please, just one,” the student was unable to take it anymore, he needed to see how, where and if he could advance this relationship, get the man to see him as a true romantic equal. Disappointed to see the white haired man shake his head back and forth.

“It’s against policy, Remi, I legally can not do that…” biting his lower lip, hating to say it, truly, because if it were in any other situation he would be over the moon. A handsome, driven man, wants him? However, teaching was all Levi had now. He couldn’t put that on the line for what would probably turn out to be a fling.

“We don’t have to tell anyone until after I graduate…I won’t make any moves on you while on campus…I’ve thought about it extensively and people do it all the time…” still being faced with the same stubborn educator he had been.

“I’m not those people, and I’m not risking it…” he furrowed his brows now, doubling down on his answer. “Graduate first…then ask again,” Levi now stood from where he was once seated, and stepped away from the table finishing the rest of his beverage in one final gulp. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Mr. Connors,” nodding his head with a subtle wink of his bright blue eye, he walked away tossing his trash in a nearby can. Leaving the wolf to sit there with many emotions flooding through him. Okay, so it wasn’t a full stop no…however, it would still be at least another year before he graduated…and this insistent need grew larger and larger in him everyday. It was becoming more and more difficult for him to simply keep their relationship platonic. However, he had a goal, and a date, eventually…well actually, confirmed, the man said it himself, ask again. That would have to imply he would say yes when they were no longer in a power dynamic, right? Right. It had to. Obviously. He could be a little clueless but he wasn’t brain dead. A confident smirk now spread across his face he scooped up his bag and made his way through the campus.

Later that Night

Levi pushed through the front door of his empty, dark home. Slumping his bag lazily down onto the floor of the main entry way, couldn’t be bothered to put it in the closet, or even make it to the counter. The man ran a hand through his soft wild mullet, looking about at the sheer emptiness of his dwelling. Remi was right…he couldn’t keep himself from freely expressing himself anymore, he was truly capable of doing whatever the hell it was he wanted. So, with what little time left in the night he had, he spent it on Pinterest. Looking through hundreds and hundreds of DIY home redesign…he was going to start a new project. Project Safe Space. Initially when his ex wife, without hesitation, signed over the house to him, he thought of it as a punishment. Having to live in the very space he felt like he spiritually died in. However, giving a lot of thought to what his student bestowed on to him today, he realized he could make it a place of rebirth. All on his own, by his hand and creation. He had spent all night researching paint, furniture, decor ideas, he even considered consulting with a professional home decorator for a second. However, he didn’t want to pay someone to make it his home. This was part of the healing.

Eventually, without much warning or notice? The educator fell asleep flat on his laptop. It was hours into the night, when his face turned slightly and scrolled down, clicking one of the, once silent, video ads. This caused a loud sound to emit from the computer’s speakers, waking the Leopard up instantly with a jolt. He sat back, eyes wide, incredibly flustered as his hands scrambled and prodded at the different keys, doing anything he could to make it stop. Soon enough, he got it, and took a deep inhale, releasing it loudly. “Fuck…” he cursed under his breath looking at the time on his phone. “Great…two hours before I have to be up…” shaking his head back and forth slowly, he stood up from the dining room table he once was asleep in and made his way over to his actual bed. Flopping into it without much consideration to the fact he was still in the clothes he had worn all day. Unphased, he fell soundly back to sleep.

What Levi thought to be 20 minutes was indeed, the last two hours of his sleep. Phone alarm now blaring loudly to signal that it was time for him to rise. He groaned angrily his hand searching desperately to find the source of sound. Unable to do so with his eyes closed he sighed, eyes snapping open against his best wishes, locating the cellular. Finally, he was able to silence the obstructive noise and despite every cell in his body screaming against him, he dragged himself out of the comfort of his bed. Trudging his way over to the closet he slung on a simple light pink button up, fastening a black tie to close, fresh pair of boxers and some black slacks. He sighed once more with tired frustration before making his way slowly to the bathroom, brushing, flossing, and making himself a little more alive than he felt. Snapping at himself less than confidently in the mirror he tried a few breathing exercises. Remembering that today, he would have class, and see his bright shining, eager to learn faces…Remi’s face…he let out another content, but cheerful breath now. “Yes, I get to see, my favorite student today…” smiling at himself through the reflection, instead of faking it as he had been. He knew he was tired, but he also knew why…because he had been up late doing something genuinely good for himself. All at the suggestion of that, persistent man. Sliding on his shoes and grabbing his bag by the door he swiftly made his way down to the bus stop.

Despite waking up right on time as usual, and getting at the bus stop in his typical manner, he somehow ended up a bit early to campus. This didn’t bother him though, it would give him time to prep, maybe grab a coffee…first he had to get to the class room. As he walked up to the door, there was a student there already waiting, one of his more laid back students. The man stood up straight from his once slouched position and nodded at Professor Levi. “Hello Professor! I wanted to get an early start, I know office hours are usually after class to 6, but I have work immediately after these classes…I was hoping you could make an exception?” The student was nervous, clearly. Lots of professors on this campus did not play games with their office hours. However, Levi wanted the success of all his students, therefore he had no problem making an exception if it would aid a student in his studies.

“Absolutely, Mr. Rodson, please…come in, what do you need help with?” Levi carried the conversation now unlocking his classroom door and allowing both of them to cross the threshold and over to the professor’s desk.

“Well…this new story we are reading, what relevance does it have to our studies really? I guess I’m having a hard time relating to the main character..” he was struggling to put together what it was about this book that he just couldn’t seem to get through. His body language turning slightly more confident in the space of the class, eyes looking the educator up and down. Levi hummed gently to himself before sitting down into his chair and crossing his legs over one another.

“Have you ever been exposed to indigenous people and culture, Mr. Rodson?” Asking out of genuine curiosity now.

“Well, not really I mean I grew up in a mostly white country town…” shrugging thoughtfully as he considered his experiences through the past.

“It may be hard for you to connect to the character Arnold, because he’s an indigenous boy, living in a completely different world and perspective than you…which, I’d say, Mr. Rodson, should be why the more you should be drawn to it….you have lived a life of relative privilege, Arnold did not, it’s important to hear those stories…and analyze the value in listening to other’s experiences,” the student seemed to be listening but he was also deeply staring at the professor’s lips, oddly enough, shaking his head he shrugged.

“I just don’t see the relevance of Indigenous experience to learning proper English…” slightly taken aback by this answer Levi sat back even more now looking the seemingly white passing student up and down.

“English class is about learning to comprehend, book material is less about what the plot is, and more of, did you understand it? Did you capture the proper imagery? Did you FEEL the author’s intended or lack therefore of, passion, I personally chose this book for the class as it is educational, funny and I think it’s very important to have some standard readings, but also expand past typical white writers,” he paused to examine the student’s face after he said this, receiving neither negative or positive response he continued. “I like diversity, my students should hear minority stories, and be able to comprehend what they’re saying without trying to disband or argue their experiences…while some themes and ideas can be used for creative discussion that can lead to say…you and another student to disagree…that doesn’t mean we are trying to argue the Author’s original experience,” students started to trickle into the classroom, Remi as well who immediately noticed the professor busy in a rather intense conversation. He sat closer, instead of all the way in the back to quietly stalk and observe the Professor, no, more accurately, he wanted to hear the discussion going on at the front.

“I mean, I see your point, but I think I guess, I need help finding that ability to retain information on something I can’t personally relate to?” Trying to explain it from a different angle, but still inappropriately glossing his eyes over down the the small man, that Remi caught as he was watching attentively. His fingers digging into the edges of his desk. Levi chose to ignore the student’s ogling eyes, excusing it as a nervous inability to maintain eye contact.

“Mr. Rodson, did you personally off yourself after falling in love with a girl you just met that you thought was dead but wasn’t?” Crossing his arms over his chest and looking at him now with a tired expression. “You can relate to a little girl that lives next to a man everyone has labeled a monster, but really it’s cause they’re all racist?” The student wanted to speak but he wound up closing his mouth again.

“Or maybe was it easier to put yourself in the shoes of other white characters? Expand yourself, Mr. Rodson, I don’t know what else to tell you…it’s a wonderful book, and I can’t make you read it, but I’d really think you’d enjoy it if you gave it a fair chance,” shrugging his shoulders now he turned around grabbing a marker from the board and starting to jot down the morning agenda. Stephen stayed where he stood, looking the professor up and down more openly now that he wasn’t face with him, lingering eyes on the way the slacks hugged onto his small but bubbly butt.

“Hey, whatever you say, Professor…I’ll give it a shot…” lingering still as he continued to ogle. The wolf’s blood was boiling watching another man eye down what he considered was his. I mean, Levi said it. Once he graduated…which is like the same thing as a promise ring. It’s a promise…date? Promise…ownership? It didn’t matter, his eyes were set on the thin educator and he’d be damned if he was gonna let someone treat him like meat. He stood up aggressively slamming his hands down onto the desk.

“Sit the fuck down, Rodson, ‘fore I make ya,” he growled low in his throat, daggers running straight through the other man who turned to look at the aggressor. He chuckled, feeling brave today, he crossed his arms across his chest and cocked a brow.

“That right, Connors? What’s the problem? Only you can have special chats with Professor Levi and I can’t even get a little help on the reading?” Firing back with attitude as the students who were present all stayed dead silent. Watching it all unfold in front of them.

“You don’t need help with the reading, you’re racist, you don’t want to read the story of a rez kid growing up between two worlds, and you were hoping you could shmooze your greasy way through with the Professor to get a pass, tough luck,” the wolf laughed at the other, stepping closer now from behind his desk, still a few decent paces away from him.

“I’m not a racist!” Immediately trying to defend himself with his palms up, face scrambled, looking about for any sort of help. Levi turned around swiftly and slammed his marker down. “Gentlemen, SEATS, please, no more of this,” he narrowed his eyes mostly at Stephen, and then over at Remi who stuttered backward hesitantly.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, white man,” huffing under his breath before turning back to his seat.

“Whatever, nobody,” unable to help himself in true, male fashion. Remi hesitated, pausing where he stood, and Levi could see it coming from a mile away.

“RODSON, if you can’t keep your mouth closed, I’ll ask you to leave,” quickly trying to step in as the enforcer of the classroom, hoping to keep off a fight. Remi smirked, still turned away, but not moving any further from where he stood.

“You’re going to defend him?? He’s calling me out of my name! Pft,” offended as he scoffed now “He must be really good at plowing that hole,” shaking his head back and forth, Levi was flabbergasted, he stood back almost like he’d been physically assaulted. Remi immediately turned around, like lightning he grabbed the man by the front of his shirt, lifting him and shoving him against the educator’s large desk. Levi raising his hands in defense and immediately rushing over to try and pull the wolf off him.

“Say it again, I triple double dare ya…I got the money to defeat another assault charge, you wanna go?” He licked his growing incisors, his emeralds glowing a bright toxic green, the class around them all gasped and started rustling and whispering in terror.

“What’s the matter, tough guy? Don’t like sharing a piece of the pie? Why not let me have my shot at a good grade, hm?” Laughing in the enraged man’s face, feeling more than intimidated but he wouldn’t go down without a fight. Remi began to cock his arm backward before Levi managed to squeeze his arm between the two of them, and putting an open palm down onto the closed fist.

“Both of you, separate now,” his voice was stern, serious, his face was enraged, fed up. This was not how today was supposed to go and he was absolutely furious with the both of these students. Begrudgingly, Remi stepped backward, knowing he would only screw his chances of coming back to this class if he hit the kid. He took his opportunity though to quick lurch forward and flex his fist at him. Stephen flinched inward, eyes closing as he prepared for some sort of impact, only left with passive laughter.

“Pathetic,” he stepped away, walking over to the desk he once was seated at, he snagged the bag off the floor, eyes still radiating as he left the class without a word.

“Mr. Rodson, I will be reporting your behavior to the dean today, as far as today’s lesson, go home, you’re no longer welcome in my classroom,” without a second glance or thought, Levi started his lecture. Leaving Stephen to collect his things and leave like the kicked puppy he felt like he was. It bothered the educator that Remi left…why? Maybe he had to gather his thoughts…he was pretty riled up. It didn’t look good that they were fighting over what they were fighting over. He didn’t like that because of a few instances that Remi has stayed behind to chat, and sometimes flirt, was being noticed by other students. There isn’t a chance someone saw them was there? No…the door had been closed when the kiss happened…right? Suddenly he found himself unable to remember. Oh no…did Stephen see? What if he reports him and then Stephen reports what he saw? There’s no way , there’s no factual evidence against him so even if he did, both he and Remi could deny said allegations. Nothing was even going on! There was one kiss and some intense flirtatious banter…nothing more or less. Everything was fine.

Finding himself more and more worried about the man who stormed out earlier, even long after class had departed and he had gone home, he couldn’t help himself. He needed to check in…and seeing as almost all the class emails he’s sent out have gone unanswered, it’s unlikely the wolf checks those. He was going to have to break code a bit…from home, through his laptop he accessed the student info database which was open to the professors based on their current classes. This was typically used for emergencies. Say a student hadn’t shown up, hasn’t answered emails, then they have the ability to access the data center for personal info like phone numbers and addresses. Levi put in Remi’s student information and up came the details he was looking for. Quickly entering the phone number into his own device, and saving it under “Remington Connors” he closed the laptop and drew up a text.

Hello, Mr. Connors, this is Professor Levi, I just wanted to check in with you. I know today was pretty intense and I still plan to report Mr. Rodson’s behavior tomorrow morning, just hoping you were able to find some peace today, I can email you the assignment I have at the end of today’s class if you would like.

He sighed sliding his phone into his pocket before going over to his kitchen and looking around. He really wanted to add more greenery to this space….maybe an indoor garden. He contemplated the many ways he could redesign this area when his phone went off.

Oh? I’m flattered you’d reach me through your personal cell…Im okay now…I just didn’t like how he was looking at you…and talking about you…

Levi read the text and couldn’t help but roll his eyes though it wouldn’t be seen by the other.

Mr. Connors, you don’t need to defend me I am a grown man.

Where does he get off? He could very easily have handled Stephen’s sour attitude himself, he didn’t need the wolf popping off and making everything look weird to the other students.

I know that, but I can’t help it…you’re mine.

The audacity. Levi knew texting the man would be a bad idea. He probably thinks it’s just harmless texts, it’s no big deal. No, it was. If he ever got investigated, they’d use them against him in court. Solidifying the end of his career.

Im not “yours” and you can’t be acting like that in front of the whole class, clearly people are talking…

Let them talk, they can’t confirm anything. Just stupid rumors

Are they rumors though?

Levi made a fair point, if they really were tip toeing the line and crossing it here and there, the rumors weren’t exactly far fetched.

I meeeeaaaannn….👀 they can’t prove it tho

The educator couldn’t help but chuckle at the use of emoji to plead his case. Setting his phone back into his pocket and leaving him on read he mulled over the many possibilities that danced in his head. His kitchen was definitely going to need a lot of love and care, Levi missed cooking and missed loving to cook. He knew once he tailored the space to him specifically he’d get back to making himself gourmet meals. Thoughts interrupted by the sound of his phone chiming off again. He gazed at the new text and found himself immediately blushing.

Since I have you here…send something sexy

Who does he think he is? Swear the man only used one head when speaking to him and it wasn’t the one on his shoulders.

Earn it

He shot back, and immediately regretted it. “Fuck!” Slapping his forehead and wishing he could unsend it but, it was too late. The message was read. He watched as the typing bubbles started…then stopped…again…had he stumped him? Nope. Incoming photo message. Oh no. What did he start? What did he do? He opened the message to see Remi, laying shirtless in his bed the angle was from his lap, he could see the start of a happy trail that lead up to his chiseled and tan chest. Levi wasn’t going to pretend like he didn’t immediately feel something boil from deep within him. His face hot, hands clammy, he bit his lower lip and groaned inwardly. He was so…fine…his hair a mess, that cocky grin…

Am I earning it?

The photo was captioned with a text, and Levi shook his head back and forth. No! He couldn’t give in like this…right? It would incriminate him later….wouldn’t it?

You’re going to get me in trouble…

Trying a more honest approach to the situation.

Promise I won’t…live a little…

The educator took a deep breath in and then exhaled outward. Something a little lewd wasn’t terrible right? He walked over to his bathroom, and flicked on the light. He began to strip his tie loose, but not all the way off, and unbuttoned his shirt halfway, letting one side slip down a freckled pale shoulder, exposing the flesh there and from the front of his chest. He looked himself over and then using his back camera, he stood with his back against the mirror, his face looked behind him, facing the reflection as much as he could, body slightly crooked to the right now, exposing the obviously teasing shoulder, biting his lower lip, he snapped the photo. Reviewing it over, with slight hesitation, clicking send. He held his breath.

More.

Feeling nervous, but now sliding both pieces of fabric to drape down the sides of his shoulders he took a front camera selfie now, his hand messily in his hair, he stuck out his tongue, one eye closed the other slightly squinted. His bare chest visible but his shirt and tie completely strewn about made him look….tantalizing.

Let me call you, please?

Too real. It’s getting too real. He nearly threw his phone terrified of stepping any further outside the line, he tried to maintain his composure.

Not tonight. Enjoy what you got. ;p See you Thurs.

Throwing his hand through the wild strands of white hair he shook his body back and forth a bit. Trying to free himself of his terribly sinful wants and thoughts. No he wouldn’t just dive in head first. He needed to test the man…see if he was serious. Was he really in this for the long haul? Or is it just another 28 year old trying to get it in with a College Professor? He could never know now a days in this era. All he knew, was he struggled to keep himself at bay around the student. He wondered himself how long he could put it off before, he…caved into temptation.

Oh…I will…goodnight ;)

His heart skipped a beat. Only left now with the thoughts of what the large, desperate man was going to do with those photos, sending chills down Levi’s spine. “Fuck..” realizing that he may have solidified the exact opposite of what he had hoped to achieve.

To be continued….

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