#levi reader insert

[attackurheart88]

“Do you love me?”

“Yes.”

“Do you really love me?”

“Yes.”

"Do you really really love me?”

They stop what they’re doing and turn to look at you. An audible sigh is heard.

“If I come over there and kiss you until your lips fall off will you shut up?”

[chromakr]

Mean!Cowboy who you happen to meet one day at a bar with your friends.

Mean!Cowboy who buys you a drink while your already tipping out of your seat

Mean!Cowboy who looks at you crazy when you take his hat off his head and sit it on yours

Mean!Cowboy that you tell your friends whose taking you home for the night

Mean!Cowboy who smiles as he closes the door behind the two of you ready to give you the best ride of your life

[sexlapis]

[◉°] … LEVI & Y/N BEING A COUPLE FOR 10 MINUTES STRAIGHT … 900k views

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꩜ actor!levi x gn!actor/actress!reader

⤷ they’re called delusional all the time, but your fans just know that leviyn is real!

sfw, fluff, protective levi, mean fans (comments on weight), swearing, unwanted groping (this is mostly happy i swear), violence (levi ofc), use of ‘brat’ (cliche i know)

a/n: i missed my man. this is the most ideas i’ve ever had for this little series lol.

masterlists

from the actor!character series:

actor!toji masterlist

actor!nanami & y/n being a couple

*

꩜ first clip

after a decade long run, the successful series of ‘attack on titan’ had finally come to an end, and behind the scenes interviews of all the cast members were released.

it’s really no surprise that levi’s interview gained the most attention & popularity.

“it was an honour working with such great and talented people for ten years and i look forward to the legacy that this series will leave. i have no regrets about partaking in this show and i will forever feel it’s impact.”

the interviewer lets levi’s meaningful answer marinate for a few moments, before completely ruining the effect with just one question.

“which of the cast members will you miss working with the most?”

levi clears his throat, eyes squinting, “i..i will miss working with all of them…obviously.”

“it’s y/n though, right? i mean, isn’t she your favourite?”

levi blinks at the interviewer behind the camera.

the interview cuts to behind the scene clips of you and levi; of levi grudgingly giving you a piggy back ride, to you surprise kissing him on the cheek and running away while he blushes and scowls, letting you steal his food and to the most recent one, of the last day on set where he finally accepts your request to give him a hug after ten whole years.

levi looks back to the camera, “no. no, i don’t have “favourites”.”

꩜ second clip

a blurry TMZ clip of you stumbling out of the after party of an awards show (you and levi both left empty handed) with levi by your side, making sure you didn’t fall over.

he wears his slacks and his white, button up shirt and his suit jacket appears to…be worn by you?

you walk like a baby deer, babbling and giggling inaudibly in levi’s ear. he just nods at you, only mildly annoyed and focuses on holding onto your waist to make sure you don’t topple over.

a patent, black limousine pulls up in front of the both of you and levi opens the back door and helps you in, despite your drunken objections. he guides you in by the top of your head, making sure you don’t hit it on the car ceiling and gets in after you before the it drives away.

꩜ third clip

you, sasha and connie make a late appearance to an ‘attack on titan’ cast interview, being more than 20 minutes late (that being all sasha’s fault).

“and- oh, look who finally decided to show up!” exclaimed jean as you and your peers make your late arrival.

the cast cheers and applauds your trio sarcastically, you’re a little embarrassed but connie and sasha revel in the attention, mock bowing and blowing kisses.

you stroll over to where levi sits, with his arms folded and legs crossed.

you look at him.

he looks at you.

“what?” he asks in his default mood of annoyance. “there’s no space here.”

“yeah there is.” you responded, your eyes dropping down to his lap.

levi pauses, his mouth opening and closing like a fish, his face painted with an expression of incredulousness.

and then he sighs in utter exhaustion, giving in and spreading his legs. you smile gleefully, plopping your full weight in his lap.

despite his ‘annoyance’, you both sit like this for the rest of the interview.

and all of your fans are just both so confused and so happy. because they were not prepared for levi, ever so stoic and astute, to just allow you to sit on him and just accept it.

you’re going to make him go grey early.

꩜ fourth clip

a fan recording of you and levi attending NY fashion week and just as you both stand up and begin to take your leave, you are stopped a handsome gentleman.

he speaks to you animatedly, and you smile and laugh with him.

levi on the other hand…is not so friendly.

he simply glares at this random man, unblinking, arms crossed and he seems to be impatient and…maybe a certain other emotion?

the conversation comes to a close. the stranger gives you a small business card and you thank him and say goodbye. the man also waves to levi, but levi simply responds with a stiff nod and walks away with you.

you both walk through the crowd. you turn to him, looking at his face, and you wrap your arm in his one, leaning on you and smiling. he visibly sighs and relaxes, discreetly rubbing your hand with his own.

꩜ fifth clip

you and levi are at a new years event, along with other actors and actresses, including the ones from ‘attack on titan’.

it is ten minutes before new years, and it is freezing - it is 3°C at most.

you and historia are huddled together, absolutely shaking and teeth chattering in the cold.

that’s until levi walks towards the two of you and appears to notice your situation.

he shrugs off his long black coat, leaving him in only his suit, and drapes over yourself and historia.

your head whips to where he stands.

levi clearly tells you, “you should’ve worn a jacket!”

and you respond, with a wide grin on your face, “seems like i didn’t need to.”

historia thanks levi vehemently and you kiss levi’s cheek.

even from metres away, the blush on his cheeks is so very visible.

꩜ sixth clip

it is halloween! you enjoy halloween, always posting a costume of yourself on your instagram every year!

this year, you dressed as a cute vampire. your hair was slicked back and you had fake fangs on your canines. you were a doll!

on your story, you post a video of you.

and levi.

you are recording yourself walking and you come up behind levi, shoving your phone in his face so you both are in the frame.

levi rests on the couch with his eyes clothes.

but he is wearing a costume too.

levi never celebrates halloween. let alone wears costumes outside of acting.

how did you convince him to do this?

“leviiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii…” you growl with face menace, grinning wildly.

“hm?” he hums, barely even paying attention to you.

“i vant to vsuck vour vlood vleeeeviiiiiiiiiiiii…” you chime in jest, opening and closing your mouth to show you fangs.

levi opens one eye, side-eyeing you with immense suspicion. “get away from me.”

“vnoooooooooooooo, vlevvvvvvvvviiii,” you drawl again, opening you mouth an ample amount, and slowly closing in on his neck, “i vant to vsuck vour vblood-”

then his grabbing your hairline and holding you back, causing your eyes to squint and your face to lift.

“are you gonna stop?” he asks. his expression is blank as he scowls.

“nope!” you croak, your voice compromised by the position you’re held in, “vyourr vbloood vvlevvvvvviiii…”

the video cuts to another.

levi is running away from you, his bat cape flapping behind as you chase him.

the camera moves erratically as you manically cackle, “vgivve me vyour vblood vlevviiiiii! vlet ve vsuck vour vblooddd!”

this game of cat and mouse continues until you pounce on him and the video abruptly ends.

in the end, you get a photo with levi, that he willingly partook in, with you biting his smooth, pale neck.

it is safe to say your fans went crazy that day.

꩜ seventh clip

a viral paparazzi clip of you and levi walking out of the set for the movie you’re both working on.

as you walk with levi, an odd man wearing sunglasses comes up behind you and gropes your ass.

you can’t help crying out a loud, “hey!” in complete shock that someone would do that so shamelessly in front of so many people.

levi turns to, wondering what happened. you tell him that, ‘that man’ touched you inappropriately.

he doesn’t even waste any time.

levi storms up to the man, who has the sense to try and walk away, and sucker punches him in the nose.

everyone gasps as the man falls. he clutches his bloody nose, groaning and writhing.

“disgusting scum.” levi spits at the thing crying on the ground.

cameras flash all around you and levi.

levi guides you to the car, opening the passenger door for you and swiftly getting in the drivers side and speeding away.

while he received mostly support from your fans, he also received backlash for “inciting violence” and “not setting a good example”.

he did not care. in his own words, he would “do it again” if he had to.

꩜ eighth clip

a fan q&a was held with the cast of ‘attack on titan’ for the season finale, and fans could ask any questions they wanted!

unfortunately, because they are not interviewers, they lacked the skills usually used by people in media.

and the shame.

after levi answered a question, the host picked out another fan who had their hand raised to ask a question.

“hi, i have a question for ______.” said the fan.

you say hello and then she proceeded to ask, “how much weight did you gain between seasons 3 and 4?”

your looked shocked at the audacity of her to ask such a question and the fans seem to be in agreement, shouting in surprise and even booing the fan.

the host tells her, “please, do not ask inappropriate questions to the cast please.”

“huh? can she not answer questions or…?”

the cast look around awkwardly, glancing at you in concern.

you pick up your microphone to speak. “uh-”

but before you can get a word in, levi is already speaking for you. “can you ask good questions? or…?”

you choke on your spit, and the crowd cheers and whoops, and your cast members laugh and clap as the rude fan is guided out by security.

“tch, these people…” levi curses, “no more shit questions.”

the crowd howls but levi is being dead serious.

the q&a goes on, and levi places his hand on your knee as questions are being answered, seemingly making sure you’re okay. you nod and give him a small smile.

꩜ ninth clip

a clip, recorded by you, of levi working out for his role in a new thriller film.

you wolf whistle, panning down levi’s shirtless body as he does pull ups, “ooh la laaaa!”

levi grunts, dropping down and wiping his head with a cloth. “stop that.”

“an attractive male in his natural habitat - the gym. the attractive male-”

levi snatches the phone from you.

you whine and he points the camera at you, turning the table on you. you are also clothed in gym wear.

“aren’t you supposed to be exercising too? you brat.”

“uhmmm…i’m here for uhhh…moral support?”

cut to you barbell squatting, with levi spotting you from behind.

“ugh! levi i can’t anymore! it’s too heavy!”

“are you serious? it’s ten kilograms.”

“yeah that’s heavy!”

“five more and then you’re done.”

you grunt but power through, doing all five before throwing the barbell onto the floor.

“impressive,” he compliments, “for you.”

you collapse to the floor and give a thumps up to the camera and say, “he loves me, really.”

levi huffs.

he does not deny it though.

*

a/n: i miss him so much i need him back and animated again :’)))

[ladythornofrivia]

Me: no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponent al, logarithmic, while i gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cow girl, doggy, backwards, forwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick thribbing, first clenching, ear rining, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling. teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip bitting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, cant walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail stractching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, slendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tangos, clean me and kick me, I would say thank you

[love0nstrike]

☆彡He’s a D*ck, So She’s Tess?

Bill Dickey x Reader

Summary: A new girl transfers to Eltingville high and Bill writes her off as another bimbo who’ll hardly look at him. Until he spots her Dick Tracy comics. He’s in over his head after that.

TW: literally all kinds of misogyny. This is Bill Dickey we’re talking about. I might’ve made him a little nicer than usual, but that's just because I think if he was ever with a girl he had a real chance with he’d be too shocked to actually be an asshole. At first at least.

“Captain, are you alright?” buzzed a serene voice from Bill’s radio.

He set his phaser rifle down and sends a transmission over, “I’m alright, sweetheart. I’ve always got things under control.”

He puts a hand above his eyes as he surveys the area. He had just landed on an unknown planet with his crew of bombshell broads. The power cell on his phaser rifle was fully charged and he still had some kiss marks from the crew.

He was ready to conquer any potential threats.

The ground beneath him was hot and sand-like, but firm enough to act like gravel. There wasn’t much he knew about this strange planet. The sun was much stronger out here, and it was evident on the ridiculous amount of sweat that had begun accumulating on him. These damn Starfleet uniforms weren’t made for this kind of weather. Fighting against the glare of the sun, he squinted for some sort of sign of life.

He had been wandering for quite a while, and yet he hadn’t seen a single moving thing beyond the particles of sand he kicked as he walked. Sick of the overbearing weather, he sighs and gets ready to head back.

Until he spots it. Not too far in the distance is a figure. Immediately back on alert, he lifts his rifle and stomps toward it. The form gets clearer, but the shine of the sun prohibits him from seeing much.

It was a girl, that much he could make out. Oh.

It’s a girl.

A smirk immediately plasters itself on his face as he holsters his rifle and confidently walks forward. He would never miss an opportunity to add another fine woman to his ship.

When he feels close enough he puts his hands on his hips, “Need any help, princess?”.

The figure stays quiet. He puts a hand above his eyes in an attempt to shield the sun. He still can’t fully see her and it’s really starting to get on his nerves. Part of her ankle comes into view, which is enough to satiate his impatience, for now.

He could tell that she was wearing a loose dress. What kind, specifically? How was he to know? He didn’t care for that girly bullshit. It was short enough for him to see her beautiful legs. While his eyes hungrily raked over them, he noticed that she wasn't wearing any shoes either.

“What the hell?” he muttered, furrowing his brows. He motioned toward her feet with his hand, “how aren’t you fucking melting out here?”.

As if at the mention of it, he suddenly realized just how hot he had gotten. His sweat was leaving pools in his uniform and he felt much, much weaker. His vision wavered as he tried to keep his balance. He looked back up at her but the figure was gone. Before he could search for her, the alarm on his ship started to blare. His head shot up and turned to see the emergency lights shining. He reached for his radio but it was gone.

It was then that he realized just how close the sun had gotten. Way too close. And way too fast. And somehow it was getting even closer. Fuck. He abandoned any visions he had for the girl. She was probably ugly anyways. He had more than enough women to keep him company onboard. He realized if he wanted to keep his crew and his life, he needed to head back immediately.

He dropped his rifle and ran for his life. The sun was moving impossibly closer and his skin felt like it was burning up. As he neared the ship, his heart dropped at the sound of the engine starting. It was going to lift off without him!

Had even his beautiful crew decided to abandon him?

His despair was interrupted at the sight of the figure from earlier. The girl was alive. And on his ship.

She stood on the edge, holding her hand out. Bill could hardly breathe as the sun overtook half the sky and his skin ached. Yet, he kept running. He would be damned if he let his ship of beauties leave him to die like this.

As he neared the ship, he heard the girl scream at him to jump and it gave him one last kick of energy. As the ship lifted, it kicked up a flurry of sand that blinded him. Moving blindly, he jumped forward as she caught his hand. She held onto him as the spaceship lifted and he dangled by one hand. He looked down as the planet below him burst into a grand ball of flames. The flames seemed to get closer and closer and closer till—

He woke with a start.

Panting and sweaty, his eyes were wide open. He immediately groaned and threw his hand across his face. The sun was beating down on his face through his curtains, and he felt like he was back in his dream. Another stupid dream about imaginary women, and this time he doesn’t even get to see the damn broad. He can even still hear the stupid alarm. Wait. Alarm? Christ, it’s his alarm. He furiously rubs his eyes and sighs. If he’s tardy again, that’s his 4th absence of the month. He’ll get another call from the attendance office and his bitch mom will ground him right on time for the Star Trek marathon on Friday.

He quickly rose, staggering toward his drawer. No brushing or washing today, not like he cared for it usually. He shoved the first shit he could find on and walked to the bathroom. His clock glowing an angry red as he walked past. 7:30. Fuck, not even enough time for a morning sesh. He shoved his porn mag to the side and walked right up to the sink. Splashing cold water on his face, he ran his hand through his hair. Eh, good enough. He slipped his bag on and hurried out the door. What a shitty start to the day.

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There was one thing he would never get over. He was on his 4th year of high school and there was one question he could never answer. Why was everyone so fucking loud in the morning?

A pack of stupid broads in the corner, laughing and huddled together, throwing glares at the rest of the class. The nerdy, but boring freaks at the front. The sounds of zippers and books slamming as they prepped for class unusually early. Try-hards. Deep laughs hit like nails on a chalkboard in front of him as he watched the meathead jocks shadow box each other and leave a whiff of axe body spray as they moved. At the very front sat his old hag of a teacher who was probably too close to a retirement home to hear a damn thing anymore.

He sighed, trying to look away. Sat in his usual seat, it felt like he never woke up as the bright sun hit him right in the eyes as he turned. He dropped his head into the safety of his arms. Between the usual chatter and the blinding light, he felt like his head would explode. So caught up in feeling like shit, he hardly noticed the new silence.

Shifting in his now unusually loud seat, he finally caught up to reality. Slowly lifting his head, his eyes followed the still class to the front of the room.

There was a girl.

With the glare of the sun, he could hardly see more than her outline. He shoved his hand up like a shield, and finally, he saw her clearly.

Had he died and gone to Valhalla?

Surely, he died in his valiant dedication to fandom and was finally being rewarded for his efforts. With a heavenly glow surrounding her, there stood the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. His eyes raked her top to bottom, from her shining eyes to her shifting feet. Christ, she was a wet dream reincarnated.

As his jaw hung slightly open and his eyes stayed glued to her form, he finally noticed his teacher motion her forwards. There was movement from the girl’s beautiful lips. Only it was too late. He had no idea what she said and she was walking right toward him. He forced his jaw to close and stood up in his seat slightly. Don’t wanna look like a pussy. He gulped as she got clearer and prettier. There was an empty seat next to him and he was certain she was gonna take it.

Visions overtook him of suavely talking her over as she laid her head on her hand, looking at him with the most desperate fuck-me eyes.

He’d hand her a pencil, maybe an eraser too. She’d flutter her lashes at him and laugh at his jokes. She’d put her hand on his shoulder as she laughed and she’d follow him as class ended right to the band room. He didn’t even take band, but he heard from Josh that kids got up to some freaky shit in the closets over there. He’d undress her slowly and– Nope, can’t think that far right now. Think of something else.

As his hopes soared, they were smashed into the fucking ground with the force of Mjölnir as she turned left. Oh, Fuck off. The stupid popular bitches were waving right at her, motioning her towards them. Just like that, he knew it was over. He felt like the world's biggest moron. Every bitch is the same, he knew it. He dropped his head in his hands again. It was going to be a long morning.

The bell brutally tore him from his nap and he immediately scrambled to get out. He speed walked toward the bathrooms, aching to get his one moment of peace going over Pete’s "Sci-fi’s Hottest Whores" scrapbook he made with magazines he stole from the supermarket. Obviously, hanging out by the bathrooms that had an air of shit from the broken plumbing wasn’t his favorite, but it was the club’s only safehaven from bullies. He felt his tense shoulders relax as the club came into sight. As he nodded towards the boys and set his bag down, Jerry asked him how he was doing.

Bill groaned and his eyes narrowed. Jerry immediately regretted asking, but Bill already began his (first) rant of the day as he opened his leaky lunch bag. The club all brought their own lunches to school. They knew better than to go to the lunchline, where they’d get robbed before they even got a glimpse of the food.

Bill ate and spoke at the same time, dropping crumbs everywhere. As he got to the part where he saw the new girl, he set his sandwich down and paused his messy bites. “I’m telling you, she was the most beautiful bitch I’ve ever laid eyes on. I almost bent her over my desk and took her right there,” he grumbled as Pete raised an eyebrow and smirked.

Bill sighed and looked down, “For a second, she looked just like the girl in my dreams. I really thought I had a good premonition going on there.”

Josh was scarfing down his mom’s meatloaf, not entirely interested in the conversation. “So?” he muttered through his mouth full of food.

Bill slammed his hand down as he continued, “She was walking right to me! Till the stupid cheer whores motioned her over. And of course, she took the bait. Just like that, the love of my life is gone.”

Pete rubbed his hands along his knees, ”She might not be yours, but if she’s that hot she might be mine. Send her my way, ya’?” he smirked.

Bill sent him a deep glare, “Over my dead body. She won’t want your shrimp dick, freak.”

Josh laughed, again with his mouth full, “Like she’d want yours. She’d need to be Bionic-1 to see a thing on you.”

Jerry sighed, “She won’t want any of ours if she joins cheer. She’s gonna get passed around the jocks like a football.” He fumbled through his magic cards, trying to sort his sliver deck. He was half listening to the conversation, too distracted by the task in front of him.

Bill kicked the cards right out of his hands, “Don’t say some shit like that around me. You got a cuck fetish or something?” he sneered.

Jerry scrambled to pick up his cards, now definitely too distracted to listen to the conversation. Bill hardly had an appetite after that, realizing how right Jerry might be. He shoved his sandwich down his bag and wiped his hands on his pants. He took Pete’s scrapbook from Josh’s hands, “Gimme that. Like you can see it over your fat fupa,” he grumbled. Josh protested for it back but it fell on deaf ears.

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He hadn’t thought about her again for the rest of the school day. Once he was free from hell, anything school related trickled right out of his mind. He was walking out the main gate with the club, arguing about the X-Men Age of Apocalypse comic that made a totally bullshit turn in his opinion. His day had seemed to finally even out.

With a gentle breeze flowing through the trees and his jacket tied around his waist, he felt much lighter in the moment. The clumsy steps of the group against the pavement was all he could hear as he passionately continued his rant. He had just finished slapping Jerry across the head and cackling with Pete when a movement in front of him caught his eye.

He almost bit down on his tongue as he realized who it was. He felt a sudden lump in his throat and didn’t even notice the pause in his steps till the rest of the group were a few feet ahead of him.

It was her. She was walking in the opposite direction as the group, straight toward them. He stood in the middle of the path and anyone with an ounce of awareness in the moment would notice that he was in her way. Luckily, he was the dumbest motherfucker in the world at the moment. He failed to move out of the collision course and her gaze was too busy with her bag as she fumbled to get something out.

She rammed right into him and they fell with a thud.

He took note of her heavenly scent before anything else. It was almost good enough to distract him from how much of a fool he had just made out of himself. He didn’t have much time to ponder over it though, as he sat up on his knees and noticed her bag’s contents littered along the ground. His eyes lazily raked over the pile in his daze.

Until he spotted it.

If he was dazed before, he felt on the verge of a stroke now. His blood rushed to his head and his heart thundered like it would burst out of his chest. He started breathing manually as he felt himself break out in a cold sweat. His hands fumbled at his sides in a desperate attempt to ground himself.

Comics. Not just any comics. Not the stupid, girly romance kind. Dick Tracy comics. It didn’t take a detective to realize what that meant. As if his body was moving on its own, his hands shakily picked up the comics and he turned toward her.

The angel rubbed her shoulder as she looked up at him with a small smile on her shiny lips. Her eyes were soft and glittered as she looked at him. At least he thought so.

“I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking at all,” she said sheepishly.

Her voice felt like warm honey and the light seeping through the trees enveloped her in a beautiful glowing frame. Her head tilted and he felt as if he could see the gears turn in her mind. “We have a class together, right? I remember you,” she said with a smile.

At his newfound discovery that he had just gone mute, she continued. “I remember you because of your Magik shirt, I think you’ve got good taste.” His mind short circuited as he looked down. He had no memory of even picking it out this morning and it was slightly stained… wait, how did she know who Magik was?

He felt like he was going to pass out and struggled to find his voice. It cracked as he choked the question out, “Are these yours?” he questioned as he held out the comics. Her eyes widened and she quickly reached out for them.

“Oh fuck, yeah, those are mine. Hope I didn’t scratch them up, they were in mint condition when I got them,” she said as she squinted and flipped them around to inspect them.

And he was a goner.

He smiled at her. A real, albeit shy, smile. Maybe he had never woken from his dream after all.

Still in amazement, his thoughts stumbled out of his upturned lips, “You’re heavy.” She tilted her head at him with a blank expression. Oh. Wait, fuck. “I. I meant your bag. It looks heavy. Ya need help?” he stammered as his face burned.

She smiled softly and nodded “Yeah, thanks.” She dusted her knees as she rose, “so, you like Dick Tracy too?” she asked.

He nodded, suddenly growing uncharacteristically shy. Fuck. How the hell do you talk to girls? He wiped his sweaty palms on his pants as he rushed to pick up the rest of her things. It was the only thing he could think to do as his mind scrambled to think of a pick-up line. Should he tell her he had a 10 pack of condoms ready if she could handle it? He wiped the thought from his mind, he didn’t even know where to get condoms or how they worked. Although, obviously she liked him if she was keeping up a conversation with him for this long. Maybe it was worth looking into. He hurriedly stuffed her things back in her bag before putting it on. Was he seriously gonna carry a girl’s bag for her? He looked up, ready to protest.

His words died on his tongue when she held her hand out and smiled at him. Christ, l need to see her in some erotic cosplay. As his shaky hand touched hers, he felt like he was born again. Her soft skin made his heart throb and he felt like he just came down with a fever. I’m touching a real life girl. His knees felt weak as he attempted to rise. Any issue he had with carrying her bag was gone.

He’d kick a kid into oncoming traffic if she asked, as long as she’d keep touching him like that.

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Unbeknownst to Bill, his friends stood frozen in place a few feet away. The club was too shocked to do anything but watch. A cold, eerie feeling washed over them all. A girl being nice to Bill. And Bill being nice to a girl. They’ve got to be in hell. The world has to be ending. Someone’s gotta call the fucking police.

“What the fuck,” muttered Pete.

Jerry stood slack jawed and Josh hadn’t even noticed he dropped his brand new Superboy comic.

A cold breeze carried their silence. Yet, Bill had never felt warmer.

[bwabys-scenarios]

Yanderes who have never known a gentle touch. Their life has been full of hardship and heartache, always wondering when they would be hurt next.

Or better yet, a yandere that once knew love and gentleness, only to have it ripped away and be deprived of it for so long they forget that kindness and a soft touch still exists, and isn’t just something that is used against them.

Both types struggle with how to deal with you, especially when it comes to punishments. Because of how harshly they’ve been treated, they think the strict punishments they give you are a kindness, gentle and loving. They don’t know how to be soft, how to love without hurting you.

It’s when they see the fear they have felt at the hands of those who wished to hurt them reflected in your eyes that they realize that they are not gentle. They aren’t soft, they aren’t sweet.

But they want to be.

Desperately.

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SUKUNA|| TOJI|| SUGURU|| FEITAN|| ||ILLUMI ||CHROLLO|| SHALNARK|| OBANAI|| SCARA|| LEVI|| YOUR FAV

[mullermilkshake]

My list of all the darkness in my brain. Yandere/Dark one shots and some longer parts.

Any crossed out are ones to come ❤️

Satoru Gojo

You break up with him. (Part 1,2,3)

He's the Phantom.

He uses your cursed energy against you.

Satoru is a one of a kind android.

You can't be shared, Satoru wants you all to himself.

One hard demon. (Part 1,2,3)

Photographer Satoru.

If he can't have you, he'll simply burst. (Canon divergence)

Satoru has a stalker.

He's gaga over you, he'll burn the world down if you let him.

SatoKenSugu

Satoru killed you, but you came back.

He's lust, the others are just as deadly.

Satoru is taking annoyance to the extreme.

He's the sperm donor. (Will be multiple parts)

Jinwoo Sung

He volunteers for the good of the association. (Multiple parts)

Suguru Geto

He's a Doctor.

The average day of an android.

Is it really Suguru?

Suguru has to fight his friend over you.

He's one third of a three way Yandere!group keeping you.

Suguru makes a bad decision.

Nanami Kento

You try to get away form him. (Part 1,2,3)

He stole you away.

Next door neighbour.

He's a curator of a museum (Part 1,2,-)

Kento looks for his soulmate.

He's the sensible one in this dark fourway tie.

Kento gets to know you while Gojo hangs about. You want to kill the white haired asshole.

Toji Fushiguro

A seance gone wrong.

He hunts you in the forest.

Choso Kamo

Prince!Choso. (Part 1,2)

He's a mafia man. (Part 1,2,-)

Oh Sangwoo

He takes your contraception away.

You could have left.

Sangwoo turns your dreams into nightmares.

You trap him.

He makes Yoon Bum join in.

Ainosuke Shindo (Adam)

You sweet little housekeeper.

He gifts you a rose, just take it.

Mahito

It's transfiguration time.

Sebastian Michaelis

He listen's to your every whim.

Yoon Bum

Yoon Bum has been stalking you.

He touches you.

He's forced to join.

L (Death note)

He likes to experiment

Ging Freecss

He loves it when you cry.

Kurapika

There's no escaping the stake of retribution.

Hiromi Higuruma

Hiromi only wants to protect you.

He loves his pregnant girlfriend. (Part 1,2,-)

Is he your Hiromi?

Pariston Hill

You'll never be free with that matrimonial chain on your ankle.

You do your best to evade him.

Levi Ackerman

His vampire life takes its toll.

He'll do everything to find you.

Levi's name is imprinted in your mind, he'll never leave.

A married man's secrets.

The emergency room is dangerous.

He's a nightmare neighbour (Multiple parts)

You cheated on him.

Hisoka

A closet without a skeleton.

He and Illumi are looking for you (Part 1,2,-)

Furuta Nimura

Uh oh, he found you.

Soichiro Yagami

He's adamant that he'll find Kira.

Your stepdad is crazy.

Kiyotaka Ijichi

Fake love

There must be two of him.

Masamichi Yaga

You're just a living doll.

Just your average swim coach.

Atsuya Kusakabe

A boat ride and he's stealthy about it.

Reiner Braun

He refuses to be your ex.

Can't find the specific font, it's called 'messy handwritten' if anyone finds it can you pleas let me know so I can link it? 😭 here is the link the the site.

[mystictimemachinedream]

No Mercy

a/n: Damn, I haven't posted in a while but I finally had some ideas. This was just a filthy idea that came to me lmao. I should be posting another fic soon enough but it will be much longer than this.

Leviathan x Reader.

Cw: Rough Sex, Jealous!Levi, Possessiveness, Double Penetration, Degradation, Choking, Dumbification, Levi having two dicks, Creampies, Fem!reader, kinda OOC.

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You had no idea how you ended up like this—on your hands and knees, your back arched so obscenely deep that your ass was high in the air, presenting like some desperate bitch in heat. You’d been like this for what felt like hours, stuffed full of two thick cocks, stretched beyond reason, your cunt clinging to them greedily despite not knowing how the hell they even fit in the first place. But they did—oh, they did—and now, they dragged against your slick, gooey walls, each thrust sending pleasure-cracked lightning through your body. One thick, blunt cock nudged mercilessly against your sweet spot while the other rammed into your cervix over and over, a punishing rhythm that left you shaking and delirious, every nerve in your body reduced to raw sensation.

The filthy plap! plap! of skin against skin echoed through the room, mingling with your ragged moans. Every thrust sent Leviathan’s heavy balls smacking against your swollen clit, the impact making your toes curl, your body shudder. It felt too good—too much. Your eyes rolled back as you drooled onto the floor, your body strung tight between pleasure and unbearable need.

“L-Levi! I-it’s—ah!—too much!” You whimpered, weakly trying to crawl forward, your trembling hands dragging uselessly and pathetically against the smooth floor. But you barely made it an inch before he growled, his long, serpentine tail snapping around your waist like a vice.

With a sharp yank, he hauled you back hard onto his cocks, impaling you deeper, stealing the breath from your lungs. Your vision blurred with white-hot pleasure as he bottomed out, stuffing you so full your cunt spasmed around the thick intrusion, making you choke on a broken scream.

“But it wasn’t too much when you were acting like a little slut around Belphie, huh?” Leviathan spat, his voice laced with venom. One clawed hand cracked down onto your ass—

SMACK!

A high-pitched mewl ripped from your throat as your abused cunt clenching down around him like a vice, milking him without even meaning to. His rhythm never faltered—deep, ruthless strokes that had your thighs quivering, your mind unraveling at the edges. Your mind scrambled, barely able to grasp what he was talking about—Belphie?

Vaguely, you remembered the youngest brother trying to tug you down for a nap, how you’d squirmed away, desperately refusing because you knew how Leviathan got. As much as he was the awkward, blushing otaku who stammered at the mere mention of holding hands, he was also the Avatar of Envy. And when that envy took hold of him?

He fucked you like the demon that he was, like he needed to carve his claim into your body, brand you from the inside out.

And fuck, it was always so hot.

“I-I—ngh!—didn’t d-do anything,” you moaned, only to yelp when Levi yanked your head back by your hair, exposing your throat, forcing your back into an even deeper arch. His cocks drove into you even harder, your walls stretching around him in helpless surrender. You swore you could feel him in your throat with how impossibly deep he was.

“Didn’t do anything? That w-wasn’t—ah!—an apology, you fucking whore,” Leviathan sneered, his sweaty indigo bangs plastered to his forehead, coral horns gleaming under the ethereal blue glow of his massive fish tank. Henry 2.0 swam lazily in the background, oblivious to the debauchery taking place in front of him.

The creamy mess at the base of his cocks was proof of how many times he had already wrung you dry—how many times he had forced your spent cunt to cum, again and again, until you were nothing more than a twitching, babbling wreck.

Another sharp tug on your hair made you cry out, his claws digging deep into your waist. He was always so mean when he fucked you like this, so cruel. You knew if you didn’t apologize properly, he’d break you completely—fuck you until you passed out, just to prove a point. It only made your cunt clench even more tightly around his cocks at the thought.

When he changed his pace, slowing just enough to make you feel every thick vein, every ridge, your forehead dropped against the cool floor. You drooled messily onto it, shuddering, your pupils practically heart-shaped at the change in pace. He pulled out almost completely, leaving just the fat, leaking heads stretching your entrance, before driving all the way in again, burying himself to the base, grinding deep. The pressure against your cervix made your breath hitch, made your walls squeeze around him in helpless spasms. His tail still kept your hips up, ass high in the air, forcing you to take everything he gave you.

“‘M-‘m sorry! I-I won’t—f-fuck—do it again!” you sobbed, voice breaking into little hiccupping cries. Another deep, merciless grind had you gasping, his cocks stretching you so wide it felt like they were reshaping your insides. “I-I’ll be g-good!”

At your pathetic little plea, Leviathan’s cocks throbbed, the tight heat of your desperate little cunt making him groan. He leaned forward, pressing his sweaty, overheated chest against your back, his hot breath ghosting over your ear as his long fingers abandoned your hair in favor to sliding down—

Oh.

Oh.

A keening whimper tore from your throat as his thumb pressed down, circling your swollen, aching bud in tight, merciless motions. Your cunt instantly clamped down, gripping him in a desperate, needy vice. Fuck—fuck—just that and the slow, deliberate grind of his hips had you teetering on the edge.

“I-I can feel you tightening up,” Levi panted, his breath hot against your ear. His normally pale cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, his sunset-colored eyes glowing orange with predatory hunger. His thumb pressed down harder, faster, dragging you toward the inevitable. “Gonna make a mess on my cocks again, huh?”

Your toes curled. Your eyes rolled. You tried to rock back against him, to get him to pound you again, but his tail kept you trapped. You whined, needy, desperate.

“L-Levi! M-more—ahn!—I n-need more!”

The groan he let out was pure filth, low and breathless. His breath tickled your ear as he dragged his tongue along the shell before pulling back again. You whimpered when his fingers left your clit, but before you could protest, his hands clamped around your waist and—

He slammed into you.

“You were just whining that it was too much, and now you want more?” Leviathan panted, voice rough. “I-I guess—s-shit—I shouldn’t expect anything less from a cock-hungry little slut like you.”

His heavy balls slammed against your clit again, the wet plap! plap! echoing through the room, so obscene you would’ve blushed if you had a single thought left in your fucked-out brain. The sound of your sloppy cunt sucking him in, taking both of his cocks to the root, was filthy. It only made you get wetter, made your slick drip down your thighs, messy and wanton.

One of his hands released your waist and snaked up—

Around your throat.

Your high-pitched squeal turned into something closer to a gargled sob as his grip tightened just enough, the pressure sending you careening straight over the edge. Your body trembled violently, your walls spasming around his cocks, milking them greedily as you gushed, slick dripping down your trembling thigh. Your mind blanked, drowned in white-hot euphoria. You weren’t even sure what you were saying anymore, just slurred, broken babbles of his name.

Leviathan let out a guttural moan, his grip tightening as he slammed into you one last time—twice—before burying himself deep and cumming.

Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded your already abused cunt, making you tremble as the heat pooled inside you. He didn’t stop, didn’t pull out—just rocked his hips lazily, fucking his seed even deeper, filling you until you overflowed.

You barely twitched when his tail gently flipped you onto your back, legs spread, his cum already beginning to leak from your wrecked cunt. You expected him to be back to his awkward, flustered self—to stammer out apologies for being so rough, to blush and look away like he always did.

But your breath hitched when you looked up at him.

He was still in his demon form, his tail flicking idly, those glowing sunset eyes fixed on you like prey. His cocks—still hard—were glistening with his own release, drooling more thick strands onto your already ruined entrance.

Fuck.

“I thought we were done. I already apologized,” you murmured, voice shaky—though your traitorous thighs spread wider in silent invitation. Your twitchy, leaking cunt clenched around nothing, desperate for him to fill it again.

Leviathan’s lips curled, his tail coiling possessively around your waist. He took both of his cocks in one hand and—

Pap! Pap! Pap!

He slapped your soaked, needy cunt with the heavy, leaking heads, making you jolt, slick spilling even more in anticipation.

“It wasn’t good enough,” he murmured, voice dangerously low. “You need to give me a better apology.”

Leviathan was definitely going to fuck you unconscious.

Again.

[littlerequiem]

LEVI WEEK, DAY II · masturbation ˚⁎⁺ Levi x AFAB!Reader

Levi admires your pregnant belly and feels emotions - all kinds of emotions. You help him through it.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 - Postwar!Levi, AFAB(pregnant)!Reader, swearing, lactation kink, pregnancy kink, masturbation, Dom!Reader undertones, slight mommy kink if you squint. Written for @levievent. WC: 1.2k

The last months of your pregnancy have been hard on you. 

It’s left you worried about your changed body, about your new clothes, about all the ways you compare to your younger self. Levi will never know what it's like, but he’s here for you all the same—to listen, to bring you warm meals and heated pads, to rub away the soreness and insecurities.

To him, you’re just as beautiful as the day he met you.

Levi now admires the swell of your belly, so pretty and round, doused by the dewy light trickling in from the windows. The two of you are sat in the living room, the smell of fresh tea sweet on his tongue.

His heart is full and his brain is fuzzy. It's just that Levi never thought he would live through such times, that this domesticity would be his to experience.

His child. You are carrying his child. 

(Even if he wasn't the biological father, Levi doesn't think it would've changed his outlook. The day you chose him as a father was the day everything changed.)

“Levi, are you listening to me?”

He hasn’t. Truth be told, he’s been too busy shifting around in his seat, pretending to ignore his growing erection as he stares at your plump figure. He clears his throat, praying you don’t notice because really, why the hell is he getting a hard-on right now? 

(It’s been a while since the two of you were intimate, and still, and still… he feels selfish for having these cravings.)

“Oh?” 

The sound of your curious tone makes it clear you’ve drawn your own conclusions to what’s happening here; he feels your heated gaze sweep past him.

Well, so much for that plan. 

Feeling his cheeks warm under your probing gaze, he meets your stare nonetheless, lidded eyes full of desire.

The sight that awaits him makes his cock twitch. 

Your lips are slightly parted, glazed and tempting, while your eyes roam over his form with obvious hunger. A lick of your lips is the last thing Levi sees before he forces his gaze to the side. 

“What’s this, my love?” you purr.

“S’nothing.”

“Doesn’t look like nothing. You need help with that?”

“Just ignore it.” Ignore me.

“No.” 

You step closer, your round belly now inches from his tormented lips. Instinctively, Levi raises a hand to your waist, stabilizing you against him. This leaves him pressed against you, where the fragrance of fabric softener and the baby oil you apply over your skin is at its strongest. 

It makes his head swim.

“So…” you whisper, “you’re gonna touch yourself for me, hm?” 

He sucks in a breath, his fingers tightening around your plaited shirt.  Of course, when you say it like that…

“Maybe.” 

You raise a brow. “Maybe?”

“Take off your shirt. Wanna see you.”

All of you. 

“Levi…” you hesitate, “you don’t really want to see me like that.” 

“F’course I fucking do.” His eyes swerve up. You’re biting the inside your cheek, looking off to the side. At once, he leans back, staring at you with complete certainty. “I do.”

Levi’s words are steady as the river flowing through this town you and him settled in. He brushes safety into his touches, and waits.

Finally, you give him a small nod, a shy smile tugging at your lips. With his hands rooting you in place, you reach for the bottom hemline of your shirt and pull it over your head.

The fabric pools at your feet like silk; neither of you pay it any attention as you step past it.

Levi’s too transfixed on your rounded stomach to notice anything else.

Somewhere in there, the fruit of your love grows every single day, and Levi knows he’ll protect them till the die he dies. He doesn’t know what his life has amounted to, if it’s meant anything, but if he can make your life and your child’s whole… then that’ll be enough for him. 

With these emotions guiding his actions, he presses a tender kiss on where he imagines the baby might be. Your finger gently comb his bangs back, a soft sigh escaping your lips.

When he pulls back, your half-lidded gaze radiates lust. 

“Touch yourself, my love,” you breathe, “please.”

Levi doesn’t need to be told twice. Freeing his erection from the constraints of his pants, Levi strokes, his cheek pressed against your belly, listening to your inhales and exhales. He remembers holding you like this for the first time, the two of you wound up with grief and ridden with scars. The way you’d looked at him as he filled you whole, just after you discussed the idea of trying for a child together…

Levi groans, glancing down. The tip of his cock, red and flushed, weeps with pre-cum. He runs his thumb over it, using it to lubricate his strokes.

Soft fingers find a home on his cheeks, and before he knows, his gaze is being guided upwards. To the sight of your rounded belly, of your breasts, full in your bra. To the sight of your adoring gaze on him.

“You like that, huh?”

Levi simply grunts in response. He strokes harder, ecstasy now in his veins. 

“Missed this… missed you,” you murmur, praising him with tone and words alike. You let go of him, opting to intertwine your fingers in his hair while Levi’s chin rests over the valley of your belly. “Now, go on. Show me how much you want me.”

Levi does as he’s told. He grips harder and pumps faster.

A wave of pleasure crashes over him. “F-Fuck.”

“Levi.” 

His name tumbling from your lips causes him to focus. He watches in awe as a shudder wracks your spine and a lovely slips out of you. He curses again, feeling that same matched pleasure building. He knows then he won’t last long. 

“Hah…” 

That’s when Levi sees it. Right where your breasts swell round and plush, a path of wet has soaked through the fabric of your bra. 

Levi’s breath catches in the middle of his throat. 

You take notice. Peering at him as you take in the sight of him—watching your leaking nipples in a complete trance, Levi’s breaths turning ragged—there is little else to do but not take action. 

You step back briefly. “Lean back, baby.” 

Levi blinks, dazed at the sudden loss of your presence, but he registers doing what he’s told. Pushing himself back against the armchair, he watches as you unhook your bra, letting it fall to the ground and stepping forward, right in between his legs.  

His heartbeat thunders in his chest as he stares. 

Your weeping tits, flushed and glistening, shine for him. Before he realizes it, you’ve leaned forward, balancing yourself by pressing a knee on the seat, and Levi’s hungry lips instinctively lap onto your right breast.

And oh, what it does to him... 

The taste of it, knowing it is him who caused this reaction, makes his brain short-circuit. Levi comes undone in mere seconds, his orgasm spilling in the middle of his hand and stomach, warm and messy. He moans as milk bubbles on his tongue. 

By the time he comes down from his high, he’s spent and shuddering. What a goddamn mess he’s made. You pay it no mind, cradling him a moment longer, gentle and affectionate, before reaching for a clean handkerchief from your pant pockets and cleaning up.

After you're done, you place a kiss on his sweaty forehead. “Love you.”

That day, as he hugs you tighter and tends to your own pleasure, Levi feels himself whole and safe with you.

The two of you. 

— Levi Event Masterlist / AOT Masterlist Divider by @/adornedwithlight.

[ironicallyyn]

Mc: hey Lucifer.. wanna see something funny?

Lucifer: ... Sure?

Mc: shout

Lucifer: (shouts... But nothing happens) ?

Mc: (shouts)

Mammon, Levi and Asmo barged into the room: I HEARD SHOUTING!! MC ARE YOU OKAY!!??

[milkiclouds]

“sweetheart, your tie…” 

levi grunted in frustration, still trying to settle his tie, clenching his jaw when it still looked a mess. damn these stupid garments. hearing your small chuckle, he looked over at you, hands and shoulders falling in defeat as he silently pleaded you to help him. 

your gentle hands reached for his neck, undoing the poor excuse of his tie and smoothing it out before placing it over his neck again. you worked silently, nimble fingers working the fabric in a way that kept it neat and crisp as you folded it correctly. 

levi sat up straight, carefully watching you work your magic through the mirror - noticing the way you had meticulously put up your hair, the way your shawl draped around your frame, the silk of your dress hanging around your curves… 

“there you are.” 

your gentle voice brought him out of his trance and his breath hitched as you buttoned his vest, completing the look. there was no way he could have done this on his own. 

“didn’t you learn how to tie this when you were in the service?” you teased him, finally peeling your eyes away from his neck to look at him. 

“briefly,” he said simply. “i never used them though…” 

you looked down at his hands, the signature white ascot gently hanging from his fingers. you chuckled again, never knowing exactly what this garment meant to him but knowing it had a deep significance in his life. gently taking the ascot from his hands, you gently folded it into a makeshift handkerchief before tucking it neatly into the pocket of his blazer. 

“this way it can still be with you on this special day,” you whispered, patting the pocket with care. 

levi sighed out a rare chuckle, taking your hands into his and bringing them up to his lips for a gentle peck. 

“what would i do without you?” he whispered. 

“a lot of things,” you responded with a smile. “you did live a whole life before you met me.” 

levi shook his head, bringing your hands back to his lips, kissing them more desperately. it was true, he lived several decades on his own before he met you… but what mattered now was that his life had turned around once you came in - someone who loved him unconditionally despite his past and the obvious reminders of it. 

“not now,” he said. “i wouldn’t be able to live this new life if you weren’t in it- i don’t want to live this new life if you aren’t in it.”

you smiled, his rare vulnerability showing. gently maneuvering your hands, you switched positions and returned the gesture, bringing his war torn hands to your soft lips. 

“you don’t have to,” you promised. 

he looked at you, a newfound passion for life pulsing through his veins, grateful to the gods for giving him another chance. he held his gaze with you for another few moments before you reached out to cup his cheek. 

“come on,” you said. “we’ll be late for the grand opening.” 

you stood up, walking behind him to wheel him out to the main lobby. any other day he would protest, assuring you he was fine doing it on his own, but you insisted that he spends today resting and enjoying himself. a tea shop was always in his dreams but never had he expected it to come to reality and you wanted him to fully enjoy the moment. another reason he was grateful for you as it was your insistence of him following that dream. 

he smiled, repeating back to himself… what would he do without you? 

a/n: a bunch of drabbles while i get myself back into writing! hope y'all enjoy hehe

[xxhexwolfxx]

Figured on behalf of the new OM game being developed, what would be the moment that any of the brothers look at reader and said to themselves: "Yep... I'm going to marry this person."

𝓞𝓫𝓮𝔂 𝓜𝓮 𝓗𝓒𝓼

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting! I’m sorry it took so long, but I hope you enjoy! <3

DISCLAIMER: GN!Reader. No mentions of gender. Not proofread.

WARNINGS: None. Just pure fluff.

CHARACTERS: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Asmodeus, Satan, Beelzebub, and Belphegor.

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Lucifer:

 Lucifer never thought about marriage even when he got with you. Usually he’s too busy or just too tired to even think about proposing. It wasn’t because he didn’t think he would never marry you, it was just because he was extremely tired. That all changed one day when he developed a sickness. Low fever but it was obviously affecting him greatly. You immediately noticed, forcing him back to bed. During the entire day you stayed with him, even when the others wanted your attention. Cuddles, soup, and lots of water was given to Lucifer. During one of your cuddling sessions, you were asleep as he was looking at you. He was silently appreciating you, even thinking about your guys’ future. Right at this moment does he think, “I’m going to marry this person.”. 

Mammon:

There have been many different times Mammon actually thought about marriage. Usually, it ends with him just being so flustered he can’t look at you. There was this one particular day that really made it known Mammon wanted to marry you. Mammon got caught trying to scheme to make money, you weren’t part of it, but you were part of the punishment. Lucifer, who had enough of Mammon’s shit, decided to actually punish Mammon. There was taking his card away which Mammon was used to, but he didn’t expect being told that he couldn’t see you for an entire week. It was really hard on him, wanting to just be with you anytime he could. One night when he was laying alone in his bed, he heard his door open, and someone walk in. Thinking it was Lucifer checking on him, he turns around but is met with you. At first, he freaked out, thinking you could get in trouble before calming down when you joined him on the bed. After hours and hours of talking and giggling quietly with each other, you fell asleep. Mammon was already thinking of what ring he would get you.

Leviathan:

Levi never really thought about marrying you. Not because he didn’t want to marry you, no he really would love to call you, his spouse. It was because of his intense self-hatred. He would think of how you would leave him at the altar or maybe even someone would object, and you’d leave. Of course, you really wouldn’t but his anxiety got the best of him sometimes. One day his anxiety was the worst that it has been in a long time. Intrusive thoughts wracked his brain about how you didn’t actually love him and how you probably just spend time with him because you feel bad. After just an hour of him hiding away in his tub, his door opens with a soft voice asking if he was okay. He didn’t even look at you, which shows how bad he was today. You did what you knew would help him. You went inside his room and just laid down in the tub with him. It was quiet but it seemed like it was helping Levi a lot. After about a minute a soft thank you came from him as he looked at you and finally calmed down. During this moment he knew he was going to marry you, his anxiety be damned. 

Asmodeus:

Asmo knew from the start that you guys would get married. Compared to the others, he would let it be known. He adores you and you adore him so it’s natural he would be thinking of marriage. The thing that really pushed him into thinking about marriage was the day he was utterly and unfortunately upset. A famous magazine had canceled on him, telling Asmo they found a better option. It was unprofessional and quite frankly rude of them in Asmo’s mind. He moped and posted about it everywhere on social media. His fans defended Asmo but he still was upset. Until you came along. You saw his posts and knew a self-care night was in order. After some skin care and a pedicure, you decided to run a hot bath for the two of you. It was full of bubbles and some nice smelling candles were lit on the sides. As you two sat there with each other, talking just about anything. He couldn’t help but think about how beautiful you would be at the altar with him. 

Satan:

Satan sometimes, if very rarely thought of marriage. He would rather just spend time in the moment, and if the time comes then it comes. Satan prefers spending time with you when he can instead of thinking about what could happen in the future. Sometimes he does think about it though, especially when you do something like you did one day. He was hanging around the area that typically has the most cats. This time he noticed one of them didn’t look right and was limping. So he did what any cat lover would do. He brought it home and snuck it to your room. Satan couldn’t bring it to his room since Lucifer would immediately know. As you two took care of the little thing, he couldn’t help but think about your guys’ future. This is what he would want. You as his spouse while taking care of all the cats you’d adopted. Maybe after you two put the cat somewhere it can be comfortable did, he start looking for rings. 

Beelzebub:

Beel knew he would marry you when you cooked him a full spread dinner one night when he was suffering with thoughts of Lilith. It was just a given, especially with how you sat with him after in silence. There was another day that really pushed him into thinking of how the wedding would be. One night when Belphie was sleeping elsewhere, he couldn’t sleep. His mind was just full of Lilith. At first, he thought of going to see you, but he decided he couldn’t bother you when you looked so tired today. As he was about to turn onto his side to try and sleep, his door opened up and your soft voice filled the room about how Belphie got you because he felt Beel having a nightmare. At first, he was going to say he was fine, but the words couldn’t come out. Before he could even stop it, sobs escaped him. Immediately you wrapped your arms around him as he clung desperately to you. After what felt like hours, he finally calmed down. As you were gently talking to him and running your hand through his hair, he finally felt safe enough to sleep. Before he fully fell into his deep slumber, he thought of how he definitely was going to marry you. 

Belphegor:

Belphegor liked to tease you with talk of marriage. Telling you how amazing the wedding would be but of course you just thought he was joking. At first, he thought so too until one day. He was taking a nap or at least trying to. Although he controlled most people’s dreams it seemed like he couldn’t control his today. Constant nightmares plagued his sleep. He couldn’t even remember what they were, they just caused him to jerk awake, unable to calm down for a little bit. Then you walked in. It was like you got a sixth sense about this as you immediately just laid down with him, holding him close. As he tried to tease, you just shushed him and told him to sleep. Surprisingly, he listened today. He was exhausted just by existing so all it took was you running your hand through his hair for him to sleep. Before it happened though, he opened his eyes to look at you once more. When your eyes met did, he finally know he really wanted to marry you.

[clare-875]

Wait, I'm Sorry (Gojo Satoru x Reader)

_____ Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Female Reader Summary: You get hurt after an argument. Warnings: Angst/Fluff, Descriptions of injury, some swearing, Gojo being kind of unreasonable in the beginning, Canonical violence [JJK Masterlist] _____

The atmosphere was tense within your home. You hated it, you hated feeling the trepidation churn in your chest as you watched silently Gojo's unusually rigid form. You are standing as you look at him sitting on the living room sofa and his sharp eyes glowing with his anger. They are trained purposefully on the ground before him, like he hadn't just spat cruel words at you. Suddenly, the lovely evening that was supposed to be spent felt heavy with the built-up tension. Suddenly, the beautiful dress you picked up and the makeup you perfected on your face was ruined with tears and the angst of the evening. What had happened? What had happened to the compliments on your form earlier that evening, the words "stunning," "beautiful," and "love" whispered in your ear. What had happened to his arm wrapped around your waist as he took you on your weekly date? What happened to the flowers that still lay within a vase, your favourites, ones he had given you mere hours ago. Why was he being so cruel now, because of something you couldn't control.

"Satoru, I'm telling you, you're overreacting." Your voice is sullen now as your tears make exhaustion creep up on you after the half-hour spent now arguing. "He was just-" Satoru's eyes are narrowed as they turn to you quickly, and your heart drops at the sight of his irritation. It was a sight of anger you never had seen pointed at you, and you felt sadness creep up at the fact that now you knew what it was like; what it was like to have the 'strongest's' eyes look at you in a way that didn't reflect love and devotion. "You didn't see him [y/n]! He was basically undressing you with his eyes in front of me!" You groan now sharp irritation ringing in the back of your head at the same scenario brought back and forth. "And what did you do?! You fucking smiled at him!" Your body is now consumed with rage as you turn to your boyfriend and his incessant words, his blunt and stubborn reasoning. "Yes Satoru, I smiled because he was our fucking WAITER, and he was being polite!"

Satoru rolls his eyes.

"You know what, I'm done." You turn, lips tugging downward at his childishness that returns when he can't see reason past his daftness. "Come get me when you actually want to have an adult conversation about this." You gather your purse and make a beeline for the door, but Satoru's eyes are still trained on you angrily. "[y/n], I'm not done with-" You turn to him sharply then, your own anger and disappointment seeping into your gaze, seeping into his eyes. "I'm done." With that, you slam the door closed and you leave Satoru looking wide-eyed at the spot you just were. He feels an unfamiliar grip on his chest as he looks at the lack of you now in his home following the lack of a beautiful evening. But Satoru can't help it. Even if it had all been in his mind and even if he had taken it too far, all he imagines are his eyes looking at you with a spark of desire he knew too well. All he saw was his smirk, one that rose subtly enough so that only Satoru could see. All he saw was your angelic smile pointed at him like his thoughts were shrouded with the mere innocence of pouring you another drink. So, Satoru stays put despite his body telling him to get you before you leave.

But he remembers your eyes, angry and disappointed.

You, on the other hand, make your way to Shoko's place and she is surprised when she sees your tear-stained face at her doorway but ushers you in. "What did Gojo do this time?" Her eyes are narrowed as she thinks of the white-haired man, so undeserving of you, or at least in her mind he was. You wipe your eyes quickly and shake your head letting out a long sigh. "It was so stupid." You mutter disbelievingly at the ceiling as Shoko nods her head in grim understanding. "Well, you're welcome to stay the night, you know that." You smile gratefully at your best friend as you nod slowly. "Thanks, Shoko." She grins half-heartedly as you watch her go back into the depths of her home and see the swipe of her hand as she pulls out a cigarette, leaving you be. However, when you got yourself ready to go to bed that night, you slept terribly and he did too. You hated it; the lack of his warm arms and the cheesy lines he'd say before bed. He hated it; the lack of your sweet words and your loving gaze lulling him to sleep. He would apologise in the morning, he thought to himself.

But he never got the chance.

You were awoken to a call early in the morning and your eyes were weary as they shot to your bright phone in the depths of the dark dawn. You half expected it to be Satoru, but when you look, you see that it is a number retained for your work. Sure enough, when you pick up, it is for a job to exorcise a grade-two curse causing a reign of terror in a nearby abandoned hospital. You were a semi-grade one sorcerer and the only one with an apt grade who was free for the day. You sigh heavily and despite thinking you would have the day free, you decide that maybe you could use a win. So, you leave a note for Shoko thanking her and asking her to inform Satoru if she has the chance. Then, you quickly make your way to the Jujutsu High School for your uniform and further details. However, when you finally do make it to the abandoned hospital in the early shine of the rising sun, you notice instantly that something is wrong. You feel it brimming within the atmosphere, an untold power, an untold curse that felt too strong to be a second-grade curse. But before you can contemplate the situation further. A curse appears from the depths of the floor.

You quickly ready your weapon and soon, there is a multitude of smaller curses building upon smaller ones, gurgling incoherently and its disfigured form towering over you. You grit your teeth but ready your cursed technique. This wasn't the one you were worried about. You dodge an incoming attack and strike your weapon, but you defeat the curse after only a small number of attacks. Soon, all that is left is a muddle of its remains slowly disappearing into the floor, but this was all too easy. You know the fight's not over, and you are right. "Help me." You turn quickly at the sound of a child's voice in the barren hallway, your eyes sparking wildly at the trembling of it. The reports said nothing about hostages. "Help me, please." You start to run swiftly through the cool corridors left with built-up mould and cracks. You follow the voice as it calls out to you louder now, more rapidly.

Thinking back, you really should have been a bit more weary.

As you rip open a door, the sound of the child reaches your ears and your eyes spot a small young girl with teary eyes and soft blond hair looking at you desperately. "Please, please help me." Your eyebrows furrow at her form slightly dirty and eyes that reflect despair. "It's okay," your voice now reaches the air as you slowly approach her from the door cautiously. "Everything's going to be ok-" You are slammed into the wall from your side so rapidly that you can't even react. For a moment you're confused, and then you feel the pounding of your head and the gut-wrenching scream you stifle in your throat at the pain. The pain that now seeps through your body. Your mind whirls and your vision sways as you desperately try to get a grip on your reality, but your form is betraying you. "Help me." Your eyes go to the girl that had been in front of you but you watch wide-eyed as she disappears from sight. More like, she had never been there in the first place. It was all a trick of your mind, a hallucination put in place by the curse that looms in the corner of the room before you.

A special grade curse.

Your breath comes in rapidly as you watch it smile wickedly at you, and you groan as it slowly approaches you as you wrestle yourself from the floor and try to move. But you are too slow. The curse lets out an intolerable blow and you feel yourself break through walls and you feel your blood start to mingle atop your skin. Your vision blurs from nothing to the blurry scene of the special grade curse slowly approaching you. I'm dead. Your mind buzzes and you feel your eyes slowly start to lose their will to be kept open. I'm so dead. I couldn't even do a single thing... Your mind then flashes to a pair of bright blue eyes, to the smile you adore. Satoru... what would he say? You groan as your breath shakes at the weight of your injuries. You then feel your hands reach for your phone and you are surprised to see it unshattered after the multiple hits you undertook. You press the speed dial and bring it shakily to your ear as you watch your death approach you. It rings once, it rings twice, and then you hear it, his voice, so comforting it almost makes you cry.

"[y/n]?"

There is silence as your heart thrums faster at the impending defeat that looms and you say two words that you never thought you would say so bluntly to your boyfriend, even when every day he swore to keep you safe. "Satoru." Satoru's eyes are wide when he hears your stuttered gasps and the strain in your voice as though you were in pain; you are in pain. His heart pounds erratically and he knows instantly there's something horribly wrong. "[y/n]! What's wrong?! What's happening?!" Your mind slowly starts to turn dull as you can't even keep your eyes focused on the curse that comes before you. "Save me." With that, your phone falls limp to the floor and you don't hear the screaming that takes place from within it, or see how Gojo almost loses his mind. But as your mind whirrs and you see the building power of another cursed technique before you, your thoughts are only of him. So as consciousness fades and you finally let yourself delve into peace, you think it is a final blessing, a rare kindness of the curse when you see a flash of white hair and movements you could recognise from anywhere.

Because it has to be another hallucination.

You feel it then, arms wrapping around you and words shrouded with grief. "Baby, please, wait, I'm sorry." He blabbers and his crystal eyes are broken in his tears. "[Y/N]!"

The Gojo Satoru sobbing over the top of you, what a beautiful sight to die to.

.....

You hear it first before you see it. Pain. But it wasn't yours. There is a steady beep in the background and though your eyes are closed you wonder if life had actually gifted you more of it. You hear the steady rise and fall of your chest and you feel the steady squeeze of your hand.

You hear unsteady words, murmuring with loss.

It had been years since Shoko had seen his crystal eyes so broken as he turned to you, endless streams of tears tearing away his usual composure. His gaze is wide and full of fear so unnatural it makes even her, unbearably uncomfortable. "Gojo I know you're worried but you need to leave you can't be-" She is cut off when he looks sharply at her, form taut with dread and trauma. "Shoko, I-I can't what if she, what if she doesn't-" Shoko sighs as she looks at him and finds her own heart constricting when she looks at your seemingly unconscious form resting from injuries she had worked tirelessly to heal. Shocked was an understatement to how she felt when Gojo brought you in battered, bleeding, bruised; almost dead.

"When she wakes up, come get me."

With that, Shoko leaves with a pack of cigarettes in her hand, already blowing on one before she even reaches the door. Unbeknownst to them, you are trying desperately to move. Amid the quiet of the room, all you hear are the murmured words of your boyfriend; the 'strongest' begging you to come back to him. You finally succeed when you lightly squeeze against his hand and your eyes flutter open to unbearable light. "[y/n]..." Satoru's tired eyes are on you instantly and you meet his gaze with a half-smiling, half-grimacing regard. "Hey, S-Satoru." He moves up from his seat abruptly and wraps you around him tightly. His infinity is off as he desperately tries to feel you alive and well beneath him. "Satoru... l-life-threatening injury..." You wheeze out as his gaze widens before quickly releasing you of his form, still drowning in relief. However, as he breathes in the reality of you, a flash of realisation seems to hit him. "[y/n], I'm sorry, I let you go after a stupid argument, and if I didn't maybe then-" He starts to ramble; Gojo Satoru is lost for words. You stare at him; eyebrows furrowed, gaze adverting.

You look at the trembling of his hands.

"Satoru," you call out to him and see the rare seriousness that encompasses his gaze and the questioning look in his eyes as he turns to you. You know of his past; you lived it with him. So, you know how much this all may have impacted him. "It's okay," you say breathlessly before you feel a slight pounding in your head making you lean back down. "It was just all so stupid," you then reach for his hand once more and Gojo returns your grip quickly, his crystal gaze on you. They were filled with worry and apprehension, but they were filled with love and devotion once more; all for you. "Thank you, for saving me." You whisper and you finally see the slight upturn of his lips as he looks to you upon your bed. But you also see the severity of the worry and dread he held onto. "Don't do that again," was his only reply. You smile at him teasingly as you reach out to wipe away any remaining tears. He then leans forward slightly and cups your face in his hands, pushing away at the hair that lingers upon it. He allows himself to calm down as he gazes at you in front of him, safe and sure. He had almost lost you, he would never allow such a thing to happen to you again. His lips capture yours and you return his fervour to the best of your ability. His hands are gentle as they cradle your form and you feel your own hands carve their way gently through his hair. The both of you are lost in each other for several long moments. Or, until Shoko returns to the horrendous sight of him on top of you.

"How many times have I said, Gojo, not in here!"

Satoru barely misses the edge of her rage, but you laugh at the sight of them, safe and loved. Gojo turns to you then, his own smile quirking upwards at the relief of your joy, of your blatant forgiveness. He swore never to see the look of disappointment in your gaze again. He swore he would die before he saw your form withered in his grasp. When Shoko finally calms down enough to continue her examination, relief brimming in her own gaze as she looks to you, his gaze does not falter. His promise lingers silently in the air.

[emberfrostlovesloki]

Pejoration [Hotch x Reader]

Photo Credits: Left (@vodnoebalo) Center (@wardengrill) Right (@marography)

Prompt: What happens when the reader has a kink that Aaron doesn’t - Pejoration 

Pairing: Aaron x Non!BAU-Reader. The reader uses she/her pronouns. 

Category: Smut 

Word Count: 844 

A/N:  Hi loves! First off, this story is 18+, minors DNI. Please respect this boundary. Content warning after the cut. I hope you are all doing very well! I liked the idea of Aaron having a different sex preference than the reader, and how he makes it work for both of them so they’re satisfied. Pejoration means that the connotation of a word declines over time (often this is associated with gender).  I hope that you enjoy this fic, and if you do, please like, share, and comment. Love Levi - ❤️ 

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Content Warnings: Sex, pinv, degradation kink [reader] 

y/n = your name 

“You don’t deserve my dick in your hole, you dirty whore, you better thank me for what I’m giving you,” Aaron grunted as he pushed his member deeper into y/n who was squirming on the mattress beneath him. Y/n let out an expectant breath and replied, “Please. I’ll do anything you ask. Just don’t stop.” Aaron pulled all the way out, his dick slick with y/n’s lubricating secretions. Repositioning his member at y/n’s entrance, he paused, not moving for a second like he was frozen in time. Expectant, y/n looked up at Hotch from the bed and said in a soft voice, “Sweetheart, everything alright?” Aaron gave his head a little shake as if resetting, before he slipped back into y/n with ease. He rested his weight down comfortably on top of y/n’s, resting his head in the cock of her neck before he said, “Sorry honey, I can’t keep up the dirty talk. You know, speaking to you like that is hard for me.” 

Y/n hummed, nuzzling her face in the crown of Aaron’s head and said, “That’s okay. We can just make love today, you don’t have to fuck me if you can’t do it. I appreciate you trying again today. I know it’s hard for you to speak to me like that.” Aaron nodded in acknowledgement as y/n placed her hands under Aaron’s ass to encourage him to keep pumping gently in and out of her. y/n relaxed into the rhythm and moved her hands to Aaron’s back as he picked up the pace. 

Hotch and y/n had always had different styles in bed, and much of the time they did an in-between path that worked for them. Y/n had learned in her late twenties that vanilla sex did very little for her. For y/n, the rougher and nastier, the better. It started out when she’d gone to a club that ended up being a bit of a sex dungeon. Much to y/n’s surprise, instead of running and screaming, what she saw had intrigued her, and she even tried a few things with some willing strangers that would never have to witness her ineptitude as she got used to the implements and positions required for the fun they were having. 

Aaron, on the other hand, had grown up straight-laced, Southern, church going family. Not that as an adult, Aaron was particularly religious, but even still, some ideas just stuck with you, even into adulthood. As Hotch reflected on their different sex styles, he kept pumping in and out of y/n, prolonging the experience for her. He would pull almost all the way out and then push deeply back in, resulting in a lovely sigh from y/n as the feeling in her core started to pool like warmed honey. y/n smiled and moved a hand to Aaron’s sweat slicked shoulder as she said, “You know the words slut and whore used to apply to men. If the words disgust you so much when it comes to women, you could consider the fact that they apply to yourself instead.” 

Hotch hummed, forming a plan in his head as he increased his speed and said, “Not to kink shame, y/n, but I’ve never been into the degradation thing, unlike someone I know. Speaking of which I need my bad bad girl to flip onto your stomach. Head down, ass in the air. Now.” y/n was a bit surprised by Aaron’s harsh tone, taking on a bit of the demeanor he had at the start of their sex session. 

Once y/n had assumed the new positon, Aaron grabbed the hair and the nape of y/n’s neck, tapping the tip of his cock at her entrance. Leaning forward so Hotch could whisper into y/n’s ear he said with a rumble in his chest, “I’m going to fuck you into the bed, and you don’t get to move until you’ve cum all over my cock,” True to his word, Aaron was relentless as he fucked y/n into the mattress. Anytime she cried out, Hotch pushed her face into the pillow, careful that she could still breathe easily. With Aaron’s demanding time, y/n’s position, and the pace Hotch had set, y/n came apart quickly. Hotch didn’t push her face into the bed as she came and moaned out his name which was enough to send him over the edge as well; his cock pulsing and letting out his milky seed inside y/n. 

In the afterglow of their intimacy, y/n snuggled close to Aaron and said, “I thought you said you didn’t like the degradation thing. What was that last ten minutes if not some form of control on your end?” Hotch nodded and replied, “Sweetheart, I don’t like calling you names. Now giving orders and being rough, well, let’s just say they pay me for that in my day job.” Y/n hummed and replied, “Well, thank god for that.”

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Recklessly Helpful .ᐟ

Levi Ackerman x Fem! Scout! Reader

In which, Levi isn’t very fond of the idea of having you has bait—leaving you injured during the process.

a/n: back in my aot era

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ,✦

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The sound of heavy boots striking the hard floor jolted you awake, an urgent rhythm that pulled you from the depths of sleep. The faint, warm scent of a candle flickering nearby swam through the air, swirling around your senses and making your head spin in confusion. A sharp pain radiated through your torso, sharp and unforgiving, while a faint ringing resonated in your ears, almost like an echo of a distant storm.

“Don’t move,” Levi commanded, his voice low and unwavering, cutting through the haze of your disorientation. Instinctively, your body tensed, and you struggled to blink your eyes open, adjusting to the dim light that danced softly around the room thanks to the candle’s glow beside your bed. “What…?” you managed to whisper, your voice barely rising above a rasp.

“That was quite a stunt you pulled today,” he continued, taking deliberate steps toward your bedside, his arms crossing tightly over his chest like a shield. “Leading a group of Titans away from us and recklessly putting yourself in danger just to save your comrades.” He sighed, his piercing gaze roving over your visibly injured form, worry etching faint lines into his usually stoic features. “You saved at least ten today. But you didn’t save yourself,” he said, his tone stern as he locked his eyes onto yours, sharp like daggers.

Silence cloaked the room, your brow furrowing in thought. “You’re lucky I saved you,” Levi stated bluntly, shifting down to the edge of your bed, his elbows resting firmly on his knees as he leaned in closer, his expression a mix of irritation and something softer. “It wouldn’t have been peaceful if you had died.” His words hung in the air between you, heavy with the weight of unspoken concern. “Don’t ever do that again, do you understand?” His eyes pierced into yours, searching for acknowledgment.

“I saved people?” you murmured, disbelief washing over you. Your body twitched slightly in pain, both from the injuries and the unexpected realization. Levi mentally winced, chastising himself for allowing this conversation to bloom. “Ten…” you repeated quietly, the number echoing in your mind. “Don’t get any ideas,” he interrupted your spiraling thoughts with a sharpness in his tone. “You almost lost your life because you wanted to play the hero… and look where you are now.” His voice was harsher than before, his gaze slipping away from your face as he sighed deeply, the weight of his frustration clear.

“But I was helpful,” you insisted, pushing yourself up slightly, desperation creeping into your tone.

Levi looked back at you, his eyes narrowing in thought. “You were, I suppose,” he conceded reluctantly, the grumble in his voice betraying an underlying softness. “But you scared everyone half to death.” For a fleeting moment, his expression softened, lines of worry etched deeply across his brow. “You made me have to calm them down. That’s not my job,” he snapped, though the irritation in his voice lacked true malice. Your heart raced at the realization.

“...Everyone was worried?” you ventured, your spirits lifting as hope flickered in your chest. Levi didn’t like the way your eyes brightened at the thought—it was not the reaction he had expected. He had braced himself for tears or anguish, not this glimmer of happiness.

“They were screaming,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes dramatically. “It gave me a headache.” 

Determined, you attempted to sit up, but he quickly pressed you back down against the bedding. “Ow!” you whined, pain shooting through your body in protest. “Don’t move. You’ll just hurt yourself more,” he commanded, pressing his hands firmly but gently on your shoulders, grounding you back into the mattress. “And I don’t need a whining excuse for bait to be moaning and groaning,” he added with a long-suffering sigh, his hand lingering a moment longer than necessary, warmth radiating from his palm.

“But you don’t seem to mind that, though…” you muttered under your breath, a challenging glint in your eye. Levi’s body stiffened at your words, a fierce glare shooting your way, his eyes narrowed with frustration. “...Just get some rest, please,” he exhaled, huffing out a breath as if the very request himself was a monumental task.

[mullermilkshake]

Flight 694.

With life moving on from horrid memories, an old face makes an appearance on your flight.

Yandere!Levi Ackerman / Fem!Reader DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT,Non con,Restroom sex,Airplane sex,Sexual acts,Threats to violence,Possessive Levi

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“Flight 694 to Tokyo is at gate 24.” 

Your eyes darted around the board for your flight, a business trip you had been dying to go on. To get away from your hometown and the drama that came with it.

With nothing but your coat over your arm and a carry on, you took off to your gate. The airport was far busier than you remembered the last time you were here.

More small stores had opened, kids spaces with soft play zones for wary parents to rest their feet and treat themselves to a small coffee before their long awaited vacation. Even one of those popular burger places had found its way down the small strip, with worker ant tourists filtering in and out of its doors. 

You already had everything you needed for the trip. Especially your outfit for the charity dinner you had waited all year for. At least it was one thing He didn’t ruin.

You wandered up to the gate when they were already boarding. You waited to be called after the long string of priority boarding passengers cleared almost half of the lounge. And then they called you. 

You were greeted by the flight attendants with smiles, bowed heads and wishes of a safe travels. The humming of the tarmac rang true to your ears, with switches clicking and a low grumble of background voices and rustling bags. 

It was perfect. The sun was just setting, allowing the rich golden hue of amber and red to settle beautifully along the tree line. You snuggled up your coat to your chin as the chill set in from the acrylic windows, hoping for a blissful sleep and then to wake up to Tokyo coming in quick as the plane landed. 

It was perfect. 

“Excuse me ma’am. Please can you place that bag in the overhead storage? It's our new policy.”

You mumbled under your breath. “Shit.” You collected your bag, standing up to squeeze past the other passengers. 

“I can do that for you.”

Shaking your head, you stood in the aisle barely catching your balance. “That’s alright, I got it.” 

The attendant smiled, nodded and left to help a crying child. Your bag only just fit in and you cursed at the way the locks never fit properly, but they did at last. 

But before you could sit down, That was when you saw Him.  

Sitting a few rows behind. He hadn’t seen you, but it sent you into a frenzy of panic. You ducked down, eyes wide and watery, moving around to find an attendant. The same attendant that had closed the door of the plane.

You grabbed at her and she almost screamed, placing a hand on her chest and a scowl that would incapacitate someone. 

Your voice was only just cohesive. “I need to get off the plane right now.” 

“Ma’am?”

You didn’t stand, but you kept looking back towards the row where you’d seen him. You knew he was real, he wasn’t a figment of your imagination like your therapist had said. He was talking to someone. Unless the plane had a joint hallucination, you just knew he was real. 

“Please. Let me off.” You said that more firmly, pointed and perhaps more aggressive than you should have. 

“The plane is ready to take off, please put your seatbelt on. Have you had a drink today ma’am?” 

The attendant wasn’t pleased, tapping her foot with a hand on her hip like she was your mother catching you out past curfew. 

The question had you dumbfounded. You? Drinking? “N-no I’m not- please listen to me.”

She shook her head, pointing down the rows much more stern than before. “If you don’t sit down and stop causing a stir, I’ll have you arrested ma’am.” 

Shit.

You nodded absentmindedly, unaware of what you should do, but you knew for sure he’d seen you by now. He must have. But what could he do on a plane? It was getting off you that should worry you. 

You could make a scene, big enough that they’d have to restrain you, but there was nothing to stop him from volunteering himself off too. It was better to go back wasn’t it? Put your head down so you could never make eye contact and just pretend he was never even there?

There were flight attendants everywhere, if he touched you or tried to hurt you like before, then they would arrest him right? But that reassuring thought didn’t stop your heart thumping in your chest and bringing on the sweats across your brow. Everything had a static tone to it. 

“Are you okay?” The muffled voice brought you out of your hole. 

The passenger next to you, sat with what looked like her husband, already out of it, snoring away without a care. 

“I’ve just seen someone I haven’t seen in a while.” You said, hoping she could shield you should you need her.

God you were a shitty person. 

“Old boyfriend?- I know the feeling. I had this one guy from high school-“

You zoned out. Why could she have just read your mind? Know how dangerous He really was, go and tell him off and chuck him off the plane like the motherly instinct she gave off would. 

You were on the verge of tears. There was no way you could rest. No way you could sleep knowing He was only metres away, waiting for an opportunity. 

The plane rumbled, shaking away as it turned on the tarmac, vibrating and clonking once it picked up speed and tilted backwards for take off. And now there was no way out. 

“You poor thing.” The woman said once the seatbelt light was off. “You’re shaking. Was he not the best person?” 

She placed a caring hand on your shoulder. You kept your head down. Not the best person? He was hell incarnate for what he did. What he continued to do. 

“No.” That was all you said, hating to divulge more, his name leaving a sour taste in your mouth. 

Two hours left. Two hours and the fight really begins. Two hours, and you needed the toilet. Fuck. You didn’t want to get up, move and make yourself a moving target, but it was beginning to hurt.  

Just keep your head down.  

Don’t look.  

Don’t think.  

Just keep walking and lock the door. 

The door to the toilet was down the end, past the row you never looked at. The light above flickered like a stupid horror film. A place where all things went bad without a single attendant there. This didn’t settle your stomach, not one bit. You rushed into the miniscule toilet and slammed the door, locking it and leaning against it. 

Your breathing was tinny inside that sardine can. You tried to ease it, taking in air as deeply as you could, trying to make your brain understand that you were halfway there. But amidst the uneasiness of the situation. The relief you underwent was something extraordinary. 

Click. 

The lock mechanism fiddled, shaking away as it pulled and opened. You barely got your hands washed when you noticed. Time stopped, blurred, slow motion in a way only a movie could portray. And He was in the room so quickly, it knocked the wind from you. 

He was so close now.

“L-Levi-”

His hands clasped around your head. One at the base of your neck, and the other wrapped tightly over your mouth it made your cheeks bulge. You were pulled down so quick, bending backwards as he was over you, your head bumped the wall and sent a shock down your spine.

His mouth was close to your ear, but you could barely hear him over the plane’s engine. “You have no clue, how long I’ve been waiting for an opportunity to talk to you on your own like this.”

You whimpered for only a second, but he squeezed harder, your teeth dug into your lip. “If you make a sound, or move the way I don’t like. You know what I’ll do.”

You did know. Just like last time he caught you. All those, the blood, screams. You didn’t know how he managed to get away with it. Just that he did. You could never get the char of singed skin and hair out of your nose. If he snapped again, he would definitely kill you, hijack the plane too.

Maybe a watery death over the sea wouldn't be so bad.

“I thought you’d left me for good. And my surprise to see you on the same flight was just meant to be.”

You couldn't even bring yourself to look at him, but his face was so close. “We don't have long. We can finish this at the hotel. Don’t do something you’ll regret, Love. I won’t have it.”

You remained still, his hand came away from your neck and you heard his belt buckle and he pushed you up against the wall. You stiffened up involuntarily, that came with the territory. It was going to happen and you couldn't do anything. The grip was immense, but like he isn't using any strength at all.

“What really gets at me is this mouth of yours. You caused all sorts of trouble.” 

It happened all so fast. The large mirror inches away from your face caught sight of it and all you could do was stare at the two of you. He bent you over, though only slightly so there was nothing to hold on to. All of this with one hand.

You didn't have time to think, your pants and underwear were down to your ankles, the scuzzy lamp on the wall caused the shadows to laugh at you in a humiliating fashion. You bet these very bulbs witnessed the mile high club, but not something so sinister, deranged.

You couldn't speak, your thirst ramped up against the dry air and sweated your lips behind his hand that still held you silent. 

“You forget your place.’ His crotch pressed up against you, hard, throbbing, ready to violate. “All I ever wanted to do was have you by my side. And you can't even do that right.” 

The tip of his cock sprang free, slapping against your thigh. You couldn't even begin to try to move. “Why do I even try sometimes? Do you know how many women would die for the position you're in? And you just squander it.”

He pushed his cock in slowly, the friction burning at the dryness. You gasped, nostrils flaring and seeing every second of it. 

“Enjoying the view? God knows that I am.” 

He fucked you slowly at first, rustling with your shirt to get under it, pulling the top of your bra under you breast to knead it between his fingers. The pressure stung, an overstimulated sensation that kept up constantly while his cock penetrated you. He may as well have fucked your very soul, because it would have been no less humiliating. 

His groaning got louder. “Shit.” 

He mewled your name, pumping back and forth into your pussy, the wet sound came next and he chuckled. His laugh wasn't something out of a romantic comedy. It was demonic.

“You always suck me in just right. I don't have to even try and you get so wet for me. This is why we’re perfect for eachother, I tell you this every time. But you don't listen-” 

He rammed his cock inside, you screamed into his hand. He laughed again. “There’s that life in you I was looking for, save it for the bedroom. I wont have you coming on my cock in such a filthy place.” 

Knock, Knock. “Excuse me? Is everything alright in there?” 

Levi pulled you close to him, his breath tickling your ear, rapid breaths and curses. “Don’t you say anything, or she’ll get it. Do you understand?”

You nodded quickly, his hard cock still inside you. He leant over and pulled the door open a fraction. “Yes?”

The flight attendant tried to look in but the gap was too small. “I’ve had some passengers saying you've been in here for a while. I was coming to check everything was okay.”

“It’s my wife. She gets travel sick. Don’t ya honey?”

Wife? Honey? His voice was smothered in overly sweetness you'd never heard him express. But you didn't have a second, nails dug into your puffy thigh, he trusted his hips hard and a yelp escaped you. 

“I think she’s over the worst of it.” His smile was deranged in a welcoming way, and the way he scratched the back of his neck like he was embarrassed churned your stomach. “We should be out shortly. I apologise for the wait.”

The door slammed and his face dropped, neutral and unsettling. “I’ll find you after, wait for me in the lounge.” Levi pulled out and zipped up his pants. “Don’t make me look for you.”    

Then he left you there. Underwear still down on the dirty floor, dignity in ribbons and the threat to your life ever present.

There was no way you were getting out without him. 

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