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quills-of-freedom · 1 year

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Pole Position 🏁👯‍♂️

The race to win your attention & affection

Porco Edition 📖

Female Bodied Reader X Porco

I'm going to turn all of these into fics with characters, because well I can and I want to.

Next: Jean (Just for you lovely who requested more Jean <3 )

Upcoming: Reiner, Eren, Levi & any requested.

Based off my headcanons you can read here

CHARACTERS WHO AREN'T PORCO MAY BE OUT OF CHARACTER FOR THIS FIC

Tag list:🐙

@greeniegreengreen @dreamerdeity @XOYOURONLYAMORRXO @koo-detat @5feetofwrath @lilshades @setangel

Also @eddiesbongwater I know you're not on a tag list, but you'll want to read this based on your comment earlier :') <3

Warnings: Erotic dancing. Smut. 18+ only. Alcohol consumption.

My old dancing playlist for the mood 🔥

"ID please."

The gruff-looking bouncer standing out in the warm glow of neon lights looks like he'd had a rough night - his expression not the best pleased nor did it sound like it was going to get any better, as a fight breaks out across the street at another club.

Porco's head swivels to watch the ruckus as his driving licence is being read, three bouncers all diving on the two men who were throwing fists. Seemed a little bit of an overkill - but hey, Porco doesn't know what else they'd seen within the sin that was carved into these streets. Various music from different establishments boomed and pumped, the vibrations travelling through the pavement and into his feet as the bounce nods.

"No trouble. No touching."

Porco enters and waits as his friends get their identification verified. The music coming from the floor upstairs told him that's where all the action was, so he took this time to pull out his phone.

His heart sank a little when he hadn't yet gotten a reply from you; his earlier text enquiring if you were out in town that night.

She's probably asleep. It's 2am after all.

He reasons even if he's slightly intoxicated, shuffling over to the counter to pay for entry once his little posse had gained access.

With a small sigh of defeat, Porco begins to ascend the stairs. He knew the chances of you being out tonight were slim, but he didn't want to take any chances. He made sure he wore his most expensive cologne, his favourite shirt and that his hair was immaculate. Porco got a lot of attention when he was out, but there was only one woman who had stuck the flag of interest into his heart. And his dick.

As the music grew louder with each step, so did his excitement. They did his favourite whisky here and it'll give him a break while his friends go for their dances.

"You gonna get a dance this time, Pock?" Eren sneers, drunkenly putting his arm around his neck.

"Nah, it's not my thing. I'll watch you make a fool of yourself though."

Eren lets out a chuckle. "No different to any other day then, huh Jean?"

"Shut up Eren." Jean rolls his eyes as they climb.

"At least you didn't jizz in your pants like Floch did that time." Connie notes, the group's laughter erupting but then being drowned out as they open the doors and enter the main room.

The group walks up to the bar, being eyed immediately by dancers - it was always better when attractive men came in and boy was this group full of lookers.

"I'll get this one." Porco calls over the music as he flags down the bartender.

Eren turns and leans against the bar his eyes scanning the room that is brimming with gorgeous, half-naked women. "Why couldn't Floch come out, again?"

"He said he had work in the morning." Connie replied, head close to Eren's ear so he could be heard better. "Bullshit me thinks."

"Yeah, probably." Eren nods, catching the eye of a dancer walking by in her kitten heals. "Hey --"

Porco turns around with the tray of drinks to see the group were already at a table with some women. Don't waste any time guys. He thinks, turning back around to the bar tender. "Better add four more shots on here for the ladies."

It wasn't long before Eren, Jean and Connie were gone from the table getting their private dances, leaving Porco alone with his now female escort.

"Sorry, I don't wanna waste your time but I'm not after a dance tonight." He leans into her neck, making himself more audible.

"Oh that's a shame, honey. Isn't there any girl here who takes your fancy?"

"What, do you have a catalogue?" He jokes.

She places her hand on his large arm as she laughs at his dumb joke, professionalism at a high standard.

"Unless you have someone with (your hair colour) and the most beautiful (your eye colour) eyes you've ever seen, then no. Sorry, I don't think there would be."

"I'll see what I can do." She hums, getting to her feet. "Thanks for the drink, sweetie."

Porco nods, bringing his glass to his lips. He's just happy to be alone for a moment, checking his phone once more. Nothing.

"Get a grip." He whispers to himself in annoyance.

His self indulgence didn't last long as Connie comes over, face flushed red and a red lipstick mark on his cheek.

"That was fast." Porco noted.

"Yeah I uh... I was getting a little too wound up."

Porco lets out a laugh, handing Connie a tequila. "Here, that'll help."

"Mention you're military and they go wild." Connie blows out his cheeks, preparing himself for the searing liquid he was about to ingest.

"Hey girl." Your work friend struts over. "There's someone over by the side wall who mentioned he'd like someone who had your hair and eyes. Maybe it's worth going over and see if you can milk him dry - he's being tight with dances."

"Oh?" You frown, curious peering over to the other side of the large, crowded room. Your lips part when you catch a glimpse of Porco in his chair, laughing at Connie who just choked on his shot, spitting it everywhere.

Oh my god.

Reaching inside your purse you check your phone to find three unread texts.

"Hey, we're on leave now a few of us are going out. You out with Mikasa or Sasha tonight?" "We're in Blue bamboo if you are!" "Come ouuuuut."

Your heartrate increases and those beautiful butterflies start fluttering within you. Things have been wonderfully weird with Porco recently, having both been getting closer and spending more alone time away from your friend group.

"How do I look?" You ask, fluffing your hair.

"Gorgeous. Go get him." Your friend smiles as you take a deep breath and begin walking over to your friends in your heals.

Connie is still spluttering when he sees you first. Porco is taking a drink and looking down at his phone when Connie frantically chokes some more, pointing at you and patting Porco's arm.

"What, Nimrod?" Porco laughs, looking at his friend to see if he's still breathing. His gaze follows his pointed finger to you, his jaw slacking.

Error 404 is all that's in his brain as you flash your beautiful smile, taking a seat next to them.

"Hey, sorry I've just now seen your texts." You explain, totally ignoring Connie who is now quietly dying and trying to catch his breath.

"Wh- wha? What are you doing here?" Porco stutters, not knowing how to feel or how to react. An etch of rosy pink was colouring in the bridge of his nose, trying his best to keep his eyes on your head; you were showing a lot of flesh.

"It's great money." You shrug. "Saving for that new car. You know the one I have now is on its way out."

It was true. Only last week you'd called him to pick you up as it had conked out just before the highway. He came to your rescue, gladly.

Without looking at him, Porco starts to give Connie a couple of whacks on his back as he seemed to still be drowning in his alcohol.

"I mean, yeah sure but..."

He doesn't know how to respond. It's not like he has anything against someone working here but... it's you. He doesn't want you around shady people. He's fully aware of the shit some guys give the dancers.

Connie finally catches his breath. Before he can comment, Porco is on his feet and gently pulling you up by your arm.

"What time is your shift over?" He mutters in your ear with a frown.

"Whenever I like."

"Okay, I'm taking you home when you decide to finish up."

"You've been drinking."

"We'll get a cab. There's something I want to talk to you about."

"Hey, y/n!" Connie waves, leaning down to see you past Porco's large form.

"Is it important?" You ask, flickering your gaze to Connie's dumb smile and giving him a little wave.

"It is to me." His frown tugs deeper.

"Then of course." You reply, heart-tugging at how his eyes were pleading at you. "But one last dance... come on, it's on the house."

"Wh-what"

You pull him towards the booths, Connie gawping like an idiot fish out of water.

Porco went along with it after a few moments, thinking you were going to sit him down and prank him or something. There's no way you'd give him a dance. Right?

Right?

You sit him down, closing the curtain over the door way. The music was a little quieter here so it was easier to hear what the other was saying. Or in Porco's case, easier to hear the hammering in his head as you turn to face him in your sexy clothing, your hair done to perfection, flashing him come-to-bed eyes like something from a dirty dream.

Of course, that would explain it. It was just a dream. He'd wake up soon, alone in his apartment.

You begin to sway your hips to the music, Porco gripping the arms of the chair, sinking his fingers pretty deep within the faux leather, his jaw tensing.

A heavier song begins to play and the strobe light begins to flicker, making it look as if you're moving in frames as you throw your hair back to match the new song's rhythm, your back bending elegantly, your long-heeled legs lifting and swinging to the side.

Porco is mentally and physically blown away as he watches your goddess-like form move like liquid smoke to the music, the strobe stopping and suddenly your face was really close to his, your breath blanketing his neck.

"Ah ~" he gasps involuntarily, his chest heaving as you press yourself against him and slide down his body through his splayed legs, giving his shirt a nip with your teeth on the way down.

That pink etch has spread into a full crimson face, trying his damned hardest to tame his stirring beast as you place your head down by his crotch, placing your hand above his groin and sucking your thumb, gorgeous eyes flickering up at his, making it look like you were sucking his fat cock.

The months and years of yearning for you peaked in this moment, his brain unable to rein in control of his now quickly hardening dick, a staggered breath escaping his vocals.

You feel movement under your wrist and forearm as you then stand, turning around and sitting your beautiful ass down on his crotch, grinding your hips up against him, feeling his size as it grows and hardens.

A flush of heat rushes down you knowing Porco was getting hard for your form.

"Sh--it..." He hisses, eyes wide and insane as he watches your movements, hands gluing to your hips.

You stand up and place yourself back near his face. "No touching, Porco. I thought you'd have more self-control...I'm disappointed."

His eyes rapidly search yours, still blown away into the realms of awe.

You reach behind yourself, about to free your perfect breasts, when Porco stops you, leaning forward and putting his face close to yours, his eyes darting from your eyes and lips.

"No... you're coming to my place." He breathes into you, sending heat crashing and rolling over you. "I can't hold back much more..."

"So, how was it?" You both hear a girl exit the booth area as you wrap up your dance.

"Hey, are you uh... you're single right? We should go o-out sometime..." Jean is heard whimpering pathetically, voice breaking as if he were going through awkward puberty all over again.

Your eyes meet with Porco's before you both erupt into laughter.

"Come on, get changed." He orders, getting to his feet.

Porco had waited for you outside in the fresh air as you got dressed and cashed-in.

"So, how much did you make?" He asked as you take his arm, starting your journey to the taxi-rank.

"Well, it's ten for every three minutes in a dance." You explain. "I started at ten, it's now what... 3am? I made 800 in five hours, including tips of course."

"Jesus." A small laugh escapes him. "Are they hiring?"

You laugh at his dumb joke. Not because you were at work, trying to get money from him. But because this is Porco. You cared deeply for him and his dumb little jokes. You were so comfortable around him it was as if you'd known each other all of your lives, when really it'd only been a couple of years.

All it takes is that one special person to pull you from the depths of sin and seduction. Why would you want to seduce others when you have the perfect man waiting for you at home? For money? Each to their own, but you were more than happy to -

Woah. You stop your thoughts. I'm thinking as if we're together. We're not a couple.

"Do you want a drink or anything?" He offers as you step into his apartment, relishing the thick scent of him within the room.

"No, I'm good thanks."

"You'll need one..." he breathes, immediately grabbing the back of your neck and pulling your lips to his. The door had barely closed behind him when he pounced, the sounds of smacking kisses in the air as he pushes your form against the door with his body, pinning you there.

"Porco~!" You gasp in pleasant surprise.

"Your name, I'm crazy about you." He confesses, pulling his head away.

"Is this what you wanted to talk about?"

He nods, eyes lowering back to your lips. "Yeah..."

It takes a second for it all to sink in. You didn't expect him to move so quick.

"D-do you not want... this? M-me?" His voice waivers, devastation awaiting him if you rejected his feelings for you.

You answer him by closing the gap between you, your fingers running through his thick strands. His pleased grunt and furrowed expression enough of a cue to indicate his joy in your answer.

The tip of his nose folds back a little as he kisses you while simultaneously trying to lead you to his bedroom, multi-tasking not being the best skill he has.

He stumbles, tripping over his own feet. A mixture of nerves, excitement and the little bit of alcohol he's had tipped him off balance. With a hiss of annoyance, he scoops you up, bridal style, into his arms, carrying you towards his room.

His cologne pleasantly chokes your senses, your mouth softly kissing his wide, muscular neck as he moves, his eyes now heavy-lidded as he makes haste to his large bed.

Closing the door with his socked foot, he places you down gently on the bed before immediately mounting you, pushing you back with his deep kisses. He laughs softly as his mouth moves to your neck, tickling you slightly and making you giggle. He's just over-joyed you feel the same and he finally gets to have you like this. Sliding your tongue into his mouth, your fingers hastily unbutton his shirt, his solid pecks and abs becoming bare and the sight alone was enough to get you hot and bothered.

His needing hands pawed you wherever they could, hungrily grasping your thighs, your ass, your breasts... anything he could claim, he would touch.

"You're so perfect ~" He sings in whisper, before his teeth nip at your earlobe.

You'd hardly done anything yet and Porco was already a mess at your mercy. His face was flush; his hair sticking at odd and end places, his chest heaving and eyes were already glazed with the predatory gaze of feral lust.

You push his open shirt down over his large arms, his eagerness is apparent as his fingers begin fumbling with his belt to feel free of his constrictions.

You both freeze when the sound of the front door opens with a loud slam; Eren and Jean's laugh loud and booming down the hall.

"Oh shit." Porco spits, hanging his head. "I forgot I said they could crash here tonight."

"It's okay..." You swallow through your heavy breaths, nodding.

"Stay right here..." He instructs softly, leaving a soft kiss on your forehead before he goes to leave.

He then stops at the door, hand on the wall with his head bowed.

"Are you oka-" You begin.

"Yeah." His vocals are pulled tight. "Just... pulling myself together."

Just as those words left his lips, the loud sound of someone puking could be heard.

"That'll do it." He fumes, flying out of the door.

"Who's bright idea was it to give Connie half-pint Springer tequila?!" Jean could be heard from within the bathroom.

"...My bad." Porco grimaces as now the sound of the toilet flushing rung out down the hall.

You frantically begin to smooth down your clothes and clear your throat as you hear footsteps padding towards the bedroom, and you knew Porco was helping Jean with Connie.

Eren appeared in the doorway, his head looking down the hall towards the living room, full arm over his eyes.

"Your name, are you decent? You want some pizza?"

"Get out of my room, Eren!"

You stand, laughing and accepting defeat. "Yeah you can look, doofus."

Wrangling three drunken men while sober was a task in itself; Connie placed on the floor with a blanket over him passed out, and turned onto his side; Porco's unused salad bowl near his head - just in case.

Jean and Eren were on the three-seater and you were snuggled up on the loveseat with Porco, a blanket covering you both as you watched TV and ate pizza with your friends. The lights were out and the various flashing colours from the TV encased the five of you snuggly. Your legs were draped over Porco's and his large palm sat on your thigh, his thumb lazily running in circles on your skin.

"How did you know I was here?" You ask Eren.

"Connie told us... right before he -"

"Right before he projectiled across the entire table, and we got kicked out." Jean finished his sentence. "You shoulda seen it, your name. World record for sure."

"Ah, I feel bad now." Porco mutters.

"It woulda happened either way." Jean waved his hand dismissively without looking away from the glow of the TV.

"Speaking of 'woulda's' sounds like you were a little smitten back there with Roxy, huh?" You tease.

Porco gives your leg a squeeze as a laugh emits from his throat.

"What?!" Jean's face glows within the darkness, contrasting against the screen.

Eren chortled; "Happens every time we go in."

Porco took the time to take in the moment after the movie to drink in his current level of happiness. You'd fallen asleep with your head against his still bare chest, your skin warm and soft. Connie was still away in the realms of debauchery, he hadn't moved since he was placed there, his snores gaining in volume told Porco it was time to go to bed. Eren and Jean were now asleep too, Jean's head hanging back off the couch arm and Eren curled up like a puppy at the other end of the sofa.

With a deep sigh, Porco silently cherished his friends and now, his new girlfriend, picking you up with ease making you stir.

"C'mon sleeping beauty." He whispers. "Let's get you to bed."

He takes the long way around the couch, looping by Jean to push his head up with his foot - he'd have the world's stiffest neck in the morning if he just left him that way.

As he got you into bed, his eyes darted over to his digital clock on his bedside. 5:30am

The sun will be coming up soon.

Stripping his trousers down to his underwear, he climbs into bed with you with a deep sigh. Sure he didn't get to fuck you. But he's just so happy you felt the same. His large arms wrap around your form and he buries his head into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.

"mmm..." You hum sleepily, pressing your ass against his crotch and slowly rubbing yourself against him.

"H-hey, you should sleep." He laughs nervously, any and all effects of alcohol now out of his system.

You reply by simply grabbing his hand and sliding it up your dress onto your bare breast.

He chokes on his own saliva for a moment, taking a short intake of breath before coughing.

"I want you, Porco..." You hum into the pillow before turning to face him, your eyes blinking at him beautifully.

"Yeah?" His eyebrow arches, planting a kiss onto your mouth. "You... want me to make you feel good, huh?"

You nod, his mouth still glued to yours, only removing to speak. His hand glides up your thigh and to your panties, warm hand placing itself onto your covered bloom, his palm now slowly rubbing it with trembling movements.

His mouth moves down to your neck. "mmm... let me... make you feel... good, baby..."

He pulls your dress up and over your head, his brow becoming more sewn together as he takes in your near-naked form.

"Porco, make me yours..." You plead still fired up from your frictions earlier.

"Oh, I will..." He smirks, tearing the cloth down your legs. "Besides, you're already mine now, anyway."

Still laying on your sides he grips the underside of your thigh, lifting up your leg as he snakes down the bed, his tongue lapping the length of your slit.

"Ah ~!" Your eyes clasp shut as he begins to sensually and slowly make out with your sex, your toes curling as he groans into you.

"W-we'll have to s-stay quiet...~" You remind him.

Porco didn't care, of course. Fuck his friends waking up. He had you and he was going to ruin you.

Your claws grip his hair as he pinpoints your clitoris, fiery jolts of electricity shooting through your entirety as he relentlessly invades it with his warm, textured tongue. Your hips jerk a little while he leaves your thigh suspended in the air, his fingers now sliding inside of you with a beautiful fullness.

You hum, you gasp, you sing with whispers as he works you, finally having Porco Galliard feeling beyond wonderful as he curves his fingers and hooking into you, pulling on your sweet spot.

You wonder with awe where he'd learned all this - you knew him well enough now to know he didn't get much action. Not that he couldn't, the ladies loved him. He just for whatever reason, chose not too. You'd figured he was one of those who didn't really chase anyone until he had built up feelings for them.

You'd seen him once on a date with some woman not long after you first met, but nothing seemed to have come of that.

Little did you know, Porco fell for you at first sight and he couldn't carry the guilt of continuing something with someone else while he was simmering into a boil for you - not having anyone since.

Porco tears himself away, his balls swollen from the accidental teasing early, on top of the purposeful lap dance you'd given him. His dick throbbed and was weeping, crying to be pushed snuggly into you as he pushes you by your ass so you were lying now on your other side.

Taken by surprise at his assertiveness, you figured he was beyond the realm of his shyness by how fired up he was feeling as he circled his head at your entrance. His fingertips dig into your ass cheeks as he pushes himself inside of you, the resistance of your tight insides making him groan and hiss, his hips immediately beginning to pound into you.

Your voice is lost and your eyes roll as his fat fullness pushes its way eagerly deep within your core, his erratic panting like music to your ears.

"N'ah ~ ah... N'uh..." he wimpers. "You feel so good, your name... ah, ah, ah..."

He pulls out to pull your leg open so he's now in between your splayed legs, and not just behind your gorgeous rump. Without a word he grabs your hips and returns to his thrusts, pulling you down by your waist like you were his sex doll, your tits bouncing beautifully with each hard pound.

You could scarcely describe the pleasure that was flowing through you, your insides flexing and tensing with glee as you watch his gorgeous, sculpted form work you, his abs rolling and the tops of his cheeks etched blood red. His muscular broad shoulders roll and flex with each pull of your body, his expression of amazement and awe not once leaving his face.

He's spoilt for choice as he now throws you firmly yet carefully around on to your front, the slick sounds of your soaked and puffy lips echoing throughout the room as he nestles back into you, his lips caressing the back of your neck in between his heavy breaths and whimpers.

"Your name... shit, ah..."

"Porco, I'm getting close." You inform him, your hands gripping the sheets for dear life as you feel the building wave beneath you, rolling higher with each push of his delicious cock.

He whimpers loudly at the news, picking up the pace and grabbing handfuls of anything he could from this position, mainly your hips and ass.

You gasp as he exits you, once again pulling you around onto your back, his hasted movements and trembling arms placing your legs over his shoulders, dipping himself back within you, this time much deeper than before.

You cry out as he grazes your cervix, the patterns of your internal spasms becoming more erratic as you near your end - the golden feeling of it going to be huge as it just keeps building from beneath the surface.

"I want you to look at me when you come undone." He smirks, face flushed red and his lids heavy. "Look at me while I take you into heaven, baby."

All you can do is nod as he keeps dipping himself deeply within, the feeling so full, it was almost like he was in your throat too.

"I'm close ~ N'ahw..." His pitch heightens and his eyes plead at you.

You orgasm so hard, your vision is black as you turn deaf, blind and dumb, swirling weightless in the void, your entire body tingling and sheer pleasured euphoria bombards and assaults your body from every angle, Porco crying out loudly from somewhere beyond your veil of dark fog, circling the drain of insanity as your nails sink harshly into his arms. Your back arches, still not back within your body as your silent scream is deafening, legs trembling at Porco's mercy. The orgasm begins to leave after what feels like a short eternity, your vision returning as Porco's thick, hot mess is still erupting into you, his high pitched whines almost pathetic in the sexiest way possible, his grip on you certainly going to leave marks as he tumbles down his own rabbit hole of pure, undiluted bliss.

He wheezes and pants as he falls down onto you, his sloppy and desperate kisses covering your lips, cheek and neck.

"Ah ~ shit... your name... that was..."

He'd not had sex since he'd met you and if he had to wait all that time again for another orgasm that powerful, he sure fucking would - his eyes watering and flushed face rubbing into your neck.

"Ah ~ god I love you..." He whines.

He'd filled you up so full, it was already beginning to leak with his thick, goopy seed even though he was still plugged up within you.

"I love you too, baby..." Your voice is barely audible, your empty stare into the ceiling evident that your brain was still suffering from its short circuit.

"Oh Porco, I'm sorry..." You then whisper, noticing the nail marks in his skin.

"What? Oh... don't worry about it." He pants, the biggest, dumbest grin spreading across his face. "War wounds, huh?"

"Shut up." You laugh, playfully hitting your love.

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xxsmokeyy · 4 years

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Levi x Pole Dancer! Reader (F) Customer Retention

genre: SMUT

summary: in which you are a pole dancer and you try to impress Levi, a new customer.

tw: kinda rough sex i guess?

wc: 8,248

The stench of heavy liquor, burnt cigarettes, and strong perfume enter Levi’s nostrils harshly. No matter how many times Hange tries to convince him to tag along to places like this, he just can’t get accustomed to the smell. Or maybe he doesn’t want to.

Hange keeps bugging him post-work to come with them to this notoriously famous nightclub within the city that Erwin goes to. As uninterested as he is, he decides to give it a shot. Seeing as he rarely ever accepts the redhead’s invitations, it might actually be a good place to unwind for all he knows. He’s been to a fair amount of bars, yes, but nightclubs with plays? First time, really.

Once they’ve chosen their seats, they order drinks of their own preferences. The booming music pounds along with the cool-toned lights, while by his right side, there’s a small but big enough stage to fit in five strippers shaking their asses relentlessly to the whims of the customers. Some of them hang on a pole, torsos completely naked, bottoms barely clothed with only thongs covering their souls. Levi can only look at them with a stone cold face, impassive but unbothered.

Hange starts to babble with her work stories of the day as they all drink their shots. Levi only listens, observing the surroundings every now and then. He notices a bunch of men throwing their money at the women and he scoffs. What a mess. Is that really how they pay people in this place?

He looks around, not paying attention to his coworkers. There’s a bar counter by the far left and a bigger stage in the very front with a lone pole built in the center. He thinks for a moment what use is two separate stages with the same purpose but completely dismisses the thought the next second.

An hour passes by like years in Levi’s perspective, and his boredom only grows as he sips on his cold rum. He really tried his best to relate to the hype everyone says, but the whole setting just doesn’t fit his liking. He doesn’t really see anything special to the place, he’d rather go home and rest. He wouldn’t say it was worth the shot.

“I’m out of here,” he says, drinking the last of his liquor before fishing out his wallet to leave his tip. “Oh, come on, shorty, the night is still young! Don’t be such a joy kill!” Hange whines, not pleased with her friend leaving so soon. Erwin only grunts in agreement, while his other coworkers try to keep him from leaving. “Already?” Gunther complains along with Oluo, clearly displeased.

Levi pays them no attention, though, as he continues to get a twenty dollar bill from his wallet, readying himself of his withdrawal. But as if on perfect cue, the lights change into warmer colors and a slower, sensual trance begins to play. The strippers of the smaller stage from a while ago have already made their exit.

“Stay, Levi. I have a feeling you might want to see her,” Erwin advices. Being a regular customer every once in a while, he knows well what this club is renowned for.

“Her?” Hange muses, tone full of curiosity, voicing out the same question inside Levi’s head.

“You’ll see,” he only says, leaving the redhead on the edge of her seat.

The audience eagerly claps like they’re expecting something, rather, someone, highly anticipated. The commotion is enough to pique Levi’s interest even just for a short while. “No rainmaking until after the performance!” someone announces. You personally do not like having money thrown at you while dancing. You prefer your stage tidy, with no bills scattered around as you perform.

A couple newcomers jeer to the rule, displeased, but are utterly silenced once a woman in her mid twenties enters the big stage wearing nothing but a suede bikini of a beautiful magenta color, with rhinestones as the straps that glisten brightly under the light. Silver glowing killer heels the height of seven inches, you slowly strut your way to the middle, legs stretching in and out almost professionally, if that’s even possible.

Everyone cheers for your entrance and you start to sway your hips tantalizingly, smiling a little to yourself of pure satisfaction. Your body moves in harmony with the music, smooth as silk.

As you move exquisitely according to your own choreography, you feel an unfamiliar piercing gaze, like it’s from someone you have never encountered before, yet already so intrigued by the whole of you. Curious, you run your eyes over the crowd carefully and keenly, all the while maintaining your character. And then, your search stops at a table of five. It’s where the gaze is coming from. Though two men are ogling at you in a lecherous manner, that’s not what you felt the whole time. Your soft eyes dart on the man wearing a plain white dress shirt, the top buttons undone in a seemingly unintentional sexy manner.

A new customer.

The corner of your lips upturns into a seductive smirk as you continue to sway your hips and whip your hair, limbs falling to the right places and never breaking eye contact with the man of jet black hair and menacing eyes of steel grey. His velvet lips are pressed into a thin line along with a fierce, raunchy stare enough to turn your knees to jelly, but you wouldn’t want that. Not now that you’re finally convinced to impress said man.

You’re very well looking like a dangerous lioness in her natural habitat, and Levi’s not entirely sure how he feels about it. The way you bore into his eyes your own with a permanent sultry gaze, rendering him silent and fascinated. He’s never saw someone so wild yet be able to be so subtle about it. Every little move you make is sending the slightest shivers through his spine, and he’s never felt more… prurient.

You lick your teeth deliciously as you lock your eyes on the mysterious man. Dragging and sliding your feet on the floor, you could feel his profound aura eating up the atmosphere, driving you to great enthusiasm. You run your hands down your love handles and spin your head erotically, finally letting go of the staredown contest.

You turn your back at the crowd and raise your hands above your head, dragging your fingertips along your right arm. You then bend down achingly slow to flaunt your juicy bum to the audience. Once you’ve bend over enough, you spread your legs a little, stiffening your knee joints and isolating your hips to shake your ass just right. Your voluptuous movements leave everyone awestruck and amorous. Why it hits harder and differently than the naked stippers, they have not one clue.

You leisurely rise from your bended over form and sexily walk your way to the pole as the lights turn violet. But not without giving out a little striptease by pulling down the left strap of your panties, revealing a tiny portion of the skin of your butt, just enough to make the people cheer for more but not really complying to their demands.

Levi can’t help but feel mesmerized by the way you play your game. How can one move so promiscuously yet angelic at the same time? You walked in like you own the stage and to let them know that you were born for this. You know your moves too well, it’s ravishing. At this point, all he could think about is how much he wants to tear that skimpy lingerie off of you so bad and bend you over the table he’s at. Shit, he curses mentally. Is it your lovely curves? The way you handle yourself in expertise? Is it your vehement eyes? Or maybe your mind shattering movements? Whatever spell you are using, it sure is effective.

You start to execute the next part of your routine, the actual pole dancing. You put your hand just below the other to grip the silver pole and begin to push yourself up to a height, remaining in contact with the metal. As you make your way up, you squeeze your thighs tightly between the metal and once you’re content with your legs’ grip, you let your hands go of the pole, laying your back on thin air.

You close your eyes as you begin to spin, feeling the beat deep to your soul. Then, you sense the rhythm changing and you shift into a new position. You grasp the metal pole with your hands once again, gathering your strength to focus on your very core, and you let your thighs loose from its previous squeeze. You’re now solely relying to your hands as your body levitates ever so elegantly at the top of the pole, spinning in a slow tempo that gradually speeds up depending on the flow of the song.

Levi takes a sip of his liquor, gulping down the strong alcohol, all intentions of leaving long forgotten. He couldn’t take his eyes off of your seductive form even just for a mere minute, and he’s not complaining. He is, indeed, new here, but he can already conclude that you’re the best in your craft among everyone else. His former noisy companions are now just as silent as him, appreciating the art set before their eyes.

Meanwhile, you’re having lewd thoughts about the new customer at the back of your head. You could feel his stare burning and etching into your skin, and you like it. Scratch that— you love it. Just that is enough to turn you on. You’re addicted to the mysterious man’s stare, and you can’t get enough of it. It only inspires you to feel sexier and reflect the wanton emotions to your movements. You wonder how it must feel to have his bare skin pressed on your nudity. How tenderly he would run his fingers through your hair before pulling it roughly as he fucks you hard against the wall while your heels are still on and—

Oh, what fantasy! You bite your lip as you can feel your panties starting to soak. How can a simple stare make you feel this way? He hasn’t even talked to you, and you don’t even know his name. You shake off the thought and continue swinging and twirling, shifting positions after positions to the slow bass of the music. You spin rather endlessly, lifting yourself by the use of your immense core strength and muscles on the lone pole. Not a single movement of yours go unnoticed by the incredibly attentive audience.

The song is nearing its ending, and you spread your legs apart as wide as possible. Then, you drop to the ground, landing in a spectacular split formation, just perfectly timed to sync with the final beat of the tune. Panting a little, you stand up after a few seconds. You really like your act for today. Before making your exit, you look at the ravenhead one last time, winking shortly as a faint invitation before turning your back to everyone.

Of course, this does not escape Levi’s notice, and it really astounds him how headstrong you are. But his astonishment is short-lived as he watches you leave the elevated platform.

“Holy shit, did she just wink at me?” Oluo exclaims, amazed, yet still manages to sound cocky at the same time. “I knew it,” he brags.

“Tch,” Levi only clicks his tongue in annoyance as Hange denies the assuming man’s dreams.

People in total awe comes back to their consciousness and quickly shower thick bills to the stage, even without your presence. Some even demand more, as it’s really what everyone wants. Levi’s friends ask a waiter why your performance was so quick, and he listens intently. Unfortunately, it’s because your schedule for today is deliberately one gig only.

Making your way to the dressing room, you curse at how embarrassingly wet you are already. Fucking impossible! You couldn’t believe it. You hurry to the room before anyone sees and you thank the heavens that no one is inside. The other girls are probably back to work by now.

You remove your heels to prevent soreness and begin searching your spare clothes in your bag. While preoccupied, you feel an immense presence approach you and you immediately reject them before they can even ask something of you. It must be some creep that wants to bang you with god awful vanilla sex and a sorry excuse of a payment. Not that you’ll actually sleep with your customers if they’d offer a big price or some good sex though. Pole dancing is where you set your boundaries, and it’ll always stay that way.

“I don’t really fuck my customers, sir, so if you could just leave me alone, please,” you grumble, trying to sound as polite as you can manage while exhausted and desperate to return home. But the presence doesn’t leave your vicinity, and you just want to get rid of it quick.

“You sure are one to say that,” a stoic voice laced with a hint of sarcasm resonates inside the chambers. Noticing how attractively husky it sounds, you feel the hairs on your neck straighten like crazy. Such a hot voice feels like it can only belong to one person.

You raise your head to confirm your suspicions and look at the reflection in the full sized mirror, and you almost shit yourself inwardly as you see him. His arms are crossed as he leans his broad back against the walls, his intense gaze never leaving your form. You feel like your knees are about to tremble, and there’s no way in hell you’d allow that.

Regaining your composure, you flash a flirtatious smile, letting him know of your intentions but not being so straightforward about it. You walk toward the stranger’s direction and decrease the distance between you and him.

“There’s always an exception to the rule, isn’t there?” you make up a very innocent tone, enough to turn Levi on. There’s really just something about you that easily drives him insane.

You finally close the distance and place a hand on his firm chest that you trace down to his abdomen. His eyes follow your daring fingers before returning to your pretty face. You look at each other’s eyes for a moment before vigorously slamming your lips at one another. There’s really not much to say when the sexual tension from a while ago already depicts how hungry you are for each other.

Your tongue immediately connects with his, making an attempt to battle for domination, but he is too strong, pushing you upon submission, and holy shit did you like it so much. His tongue easily domineers your wet cavern, exploring every inch like it’s his property to begin with. You let out a quiet moan as you feel his hands creep to your buttocks, squeezing it tightly before letting go just to give it a nice smack. You squeal in delight, feeling the adrenaline rush through your veins. This is exactly what you want. He is exactly what you want!

Your hands are pressed on his chest, the fabric of his shirt crisp under your palms as his own travels your body with a featherlike touch. Kiss never breaking, you feel his left hand grip your hips firmly while the other you feel slip inside your bra, fondling your mound and pinching your nipple. You moan, wetness increasing at a rapid rate. You grind on him eagerly and smirk as you detect his erection straining on his pants. He lets out a grunt in between the kiss as he feels you create naughty friction and slaps your ass violently, leaving a red mark on your delicate skin. You stifle in a scream as your breathing is erratic, waiting every now and then to pull away for room and catch a breath.

He breaks the kiss for a second to change your position and before you even know it, you’re now slammed against the wall.

He places his fingers on your entrance, only the cloth of your underwear serving as barrier. He feels your liquid gushing out wildly. “Eager, aren’t we?” he whispers on your ear and you can’t help but blush in shame. “Shut up,” you mutter and kiss him silent.

He forcefully pulls the strap of your panties, tearing apart the rhinestones and ruining the whole thing. You squeal amidst the kiss, “Oh my gosh!” That is definitely an expensive pair, and you won’t let him get away with that.

“I’ll pay for that,” he says without second thought.

“You better—” is the only thing you’re able to say before you’re silenced by two fingers entering your wet hole. Unable to moan as loud as you can due to the kiss, you whimper. Levi shows dissatisfaction and puts a finger over your mouth to hush you just to cover it with his hand completely. “Quiet now, we don’t want to bring your audience here, do we?” he orders in a teasing tone full of authority. Unable to say anything, you only make out a noise of obedience. You love his domination so much, you will yield willingly to everything he says.

He deliciously slips his fingers back and forth in a slow tempo before going faster, correcting his hand’s position to a better one to hit your g-spot good. It doesn’t take him long to find out the right angle as he feels your walls quiver for a second alongside a muffled moan.

Levi looks at you, observing your reaction. To his relief, you seem to be enjoying his play, or else you’d be such a loss. He removes his hand covering your mouth and kisses you again. He isn’t content though and continues to insert a third finger in while he uses his thumb to circle your aching clit. Your body jerks in surprise and you cry out noises of satisfaction against his mouth. On second thought, he actually wanted to let others know that their little star is getting a bit naughty backstage, so to top it off, he removes his lips on yours and starts kissing your neck to let you moan in ease. “Fuck!” you’re finally able to exclaim, lost and not knowing what to do.

You desperately try to reach out a hand and cup his crotch to return the favor, but he beats you to it and pins your wrist just beside your head. He’s making you helpless, and you love it. You’ll return the favor later, since the man is clearly enjoying himself playing with you.

He continues fingering you while putting just the right pressure on your clit and you could feel your spasms nearing. “Ah… please!” you beg of him, moaning aloud. He smirks at your plea. Without the need to say it, he immediately quickens his pace to approach your climax. He puts a little pressure on his thumb as he circles your clit, making you let out a loud noise of pleasure. But when you’re one second away from your orgasm, he abruptly stops and pulls out his fingers. Feeling an intense disappointment, you groan. Did he just…

You look at him with droopy eyes, furrowing your brows, but his face remains the same with an authoritative look. Before you can even complain, he orders curtly, “Kneel.”

Eyes widening a little, you contemplate for a moment if you’re going to listen or not after he’s mercilessly denied your orgasm, but your body screams no other than yes, so you gladly follow. Besides, all he’s really done until now is bring you heaven, one way or another.

You obediently get down on your knees and start undressing his bottom in an annoyingly slow place. Levi grunts in irk and puts a hand on your hair, ready to pull it once you disobey. You have no plans of contravening, though, you just want to put on a little show and tease him.

You finish unbuckling his belt and undoing the clasp so that only the zipper is left neglected. Levi furrows his brows in utter impatience. “Cut it off,” his low voice rings, implementing control, but when he looks at you he feels satisfied. You’re down on your knees in between his legs, looking up at him like a well trained dog as you bite on the zipper, unzipping it with your teeth in your own sensuous style.

He could feel his arousal growing by the pretty sight of you and he groans. You smirk to yourself as you pull his pants and underwear down, springing his leaking erection free. You take a couple seconds admiring the view infront of your eyes. Damn, he is big. You can only imagine what it’ll be like once he rams you up with his huge dick, and it excites you even more. You begin to lick the tip sloppily, eyes back on his. Steel grey eyes looks down at you while you envelop your hand around his groin, giving it a few unhurried strokes. Breath hitching a little, he grabs a fistful of your hair as you lick his length down to the base repeatedly.

Levi locks his eyes on your own daring ones as you start to pump your wet mouth up and down his cock in moderate speed. He grunts and tilts his head back in libido, thrusting your head deeper for guidance, leaving no inch unoccupied. You continue to suck his throbbing member wholly, using your hand to jack him off every once in a while. His right hand tightens its grip on your locks as the other hangs lifelessly by his side, eyes gently shut to furthermore enjoy another version of your performance.

You could sense him getting close by the way he bobs your head faster and shudders a little whenever you suck more harshly. Right before he’s a second away to releasing, you decide to play bad girl as payback, pull away and return to licking his shaft. Levi picks up to the stunt you’re trying to pull and does not let you succeed. “Don’t you dare,” he grumbles, not up for your disobedience but more over, not wanting to lose the progress you’ve so wonderfully made just to start over again.

He pulls your hair from the scalp tightly and thrusts his hips into your mouth to shove his dick deep down your throat until you gag. Your moans muffle against his cock and tears pool at the corners of your eyes due to his aggressiveness. Liquid drips down from your pussy, liking what your partner is doing to your body.

Levi makes use of your admiringly tender lips as he approaches his end, shooting his load to the back of your throat with a guttural groan before withdrawing his member. He runs a hand through his hair, adam’s apple moving as he swallows deep in his high. You choke on the sploodge and swallow it clean, smiling right after despite tears unconsciously streaming down due to human reflex.

Levi, composure regained, cannot condone your face, though. Even if you’re basically still strangers, it briefly worries him how you looked. Although he likes to play rough, he of course wants everything to stay consensual. True to your reactions, you seem to like it, too, but he can’t help but wonder if he’s done anything against your will.

He efficiently pulls up his pants and zips it, taking out a handkerchief from his pocket before kneeling down your level. You gawp at him, clueless.

“You okay?” he asks, fierce eyes boring straight into your own.

“What?” you question, not realizing your damp face until he wipes dry your tears with the cloth. “Oh, yeah. Sorry about that,” you muse out but he continues drying your eyes with a stoic expression. You stare at the man, surprised by how gentle he is as opposed to his roughness from a while ago. This man is probably the type to pound it out then do aftercare.

Dumbfounded, you observe his face. Come to think of it, you never saw him this close even when you’re kissing. Apparently, he has facial features of a god and you didn’t have the chance to adore it up until now.

“Stop that,” he snides at you, bringing your attention back to earth. “Stop what?” you ask. “Staring,” he says, deadpanned. You let it sink for a moment before laughing your head off.

“I’m not a kid, go away,” you sass in between giggles, waving off his hand that just finished wiping off your tears, standing up and preparing yourself to call it a night.

On the other hand, Levi thinks, a good quickie can be enough.

But not today, though.

“Don’t fret, I’ll make it up to you,” he casually says, rising up from his knees, pocketing his handkerchief as he starts buckling his belt. You look back at him with quizzical eyes. Does he mean you’ll continue this? Where then? “My place. This room is filthy,” he answers as if he could hear your thoughts. You only laugh in agreement, amused with the man’s frank ways. Fair enough, none of you has condoms here anyway. “Alright, sir,” you tease, picking up your torn panties. He ignores your attempt to poke fun at him.

“This one’s expensive, by the way,” you roll your eyes, showing him the garment to inform him of his debt. “Tch,” he clicks his tongue. You then return to your bag and shove the piece before finally dressing up.

On the drive to his place, you ask him his name. Aside from it being weird if you don’t exchange identities, you’d like to scream his name later.

“Levi,” he calmly states. Though he didn’t necessarily ask, you give him yours, too, saying it’s a little odd if he lets someone he doesn’t even know the name inside his place.

You arrive at his apartment, and you don’t even get the chance to look around as you both return to making out as soon as you enter. No time for lingering around, no time for small talk. Just right down to business.

He pins you to the wall harshly and you snicker in between the kisses, feeling how eager he is already. You snake your arms around his nape, pulling him closer, the crisp of his finely ironed shirt rubbing against your cotton tee. “Look who’s excited now,” you tease cheekily, voice a whisper. He grunts in response before forcefully shoving his tongue in your mouth, sparring with your own before dominating with ease yet again.

You then begin to walk as you exchange messy kisses, bumping from wall to wall, shoes getting kicked off in the process. You swear you even heard an ornament fall, but none of it really matters now. Even Levi lets it slip, but not without cursing, though.

He lifts you up in his arms, hands squeezing your ass for support, and you wrap your legs around his waist. You feel him maneuver across the room until he settles you down on a study desk, pushing aside the appliances on top of it. You pull away and lick your lips in excitement. Nothing better than a good desk fuck.

He swiftly removes your top whilst you help him unbutton his already partially undone shirt. As you throw away the cloth, finally stripping him off, you’re left with a mouth drooling view of his masculine torso. You touch his hard abs and smirk. Those muscles have really got something to say.

Your lips crash against each other, switching into sweet, deep kisses. Sounds of lips smacking echo in the room, unrestrained. His hands greedily crawl from your thigh up to your breasts as yours are snaked around his neck. He massages your boobs and bites on your lower lip, earning him a soft mewl. Not fond of the hindering garment, he then rips your bra apart, unforgiving. As the rhinestones fall and scatter on the ground, he throws away the remaining suede cloth, letting your boobs bounce free. Your eyes widen, “What is with you and ruining my lingerie?” you complain. He doesn’t answer you and instead starts suckling on your mounds and you gasp in delight. You figure he likes to shut your loud mouth in his own ways.

His tongue circles your erect nipple and you run your hands on his hair, burying his head deeper to your chest as you feel your womanhood drip. Levi grunts at your anticipation and uses his other hand to pinch your other nipple simultaneously. The aching persistence between your legs grows, and you rub your thighs together in desperate attempt to feel some friction, but to no avail. Levi senses your eagerness down there and starts to roam his firm hand down your crotch. As he reaches your waist, he pulls your tiny shorts down to your legs, putting three slender fingers on your entrance to feel your wetness. “You’re so fucking wet,” he cusses and you let out a moan, confirming just how much you wanted him. He rubs his fingers against your clothed pussy aggressively, watching you squirm by his touch. It doesn’t take him long before he removes your panties as well.

Levi looks you in the eyes as he slowly kneels, planting kisses from your chest downwards, gliding his tongue on your tender skin, edging his face closer to your center. He runs a couple fingers over your dripping hole before licking it, tasting your sweet juices coated on his hand. The sight does nothing but arouse you even more and you beg, “Please.”

He takes your request happily and as he spreads your legs apart, he’s greeted by your beautiful sex, and all he could think of is how bad he wants to taste you all over.

He groans at the mouthwatering view before slinging both arms around your thighs to keep you from moving, locking you in place. He spits on your already soaking pussy, saliva mixing with your own fluids as they slide down your slit. He buries his mouth on your creamy folds like a thirsty child. Your vision blurs as your eyes fall droopy to the sensation and you throw your head back. He eats you up excitedly as you sit on the desk, upper body inclined just a little, both palms laying flat against the hardwood. He starts kissing your folds like how he would on your lips, deep and sensual.

“Levi…” you whisper shakily, and damn did it turn him on how his name rolled off your tongue like silk. Though muffled, you feel him grunt as his dick twitches from underneath his pants by your desperate call.

Rapaciously flicking the tip of his tongue on your engorged clit, your pussy quivers at the simulation. Your body gives up its hold on your seat, your back slowly descending to lie down in such a way as to cover the desk. Feeling you lay, he caresses your tender skin, one hand crawling up to massage your mounds every now and then. You try to peek what he’s doing down you and you see his fierce gaze locked on yours, lapping you up mercilessly, causing thrills to shoot up and down your spine as you turn into a moaning mess. He sucks on your stiff bean fleetingly and your whole body twitches. You dive your hands on his neat raven locks, tugging on it as you push his head all over you.

“Fuck… keep going!” you exclaim in utter pleasure and he follows your demands, the flat of his tongue going faster every second. The quickest of swirls make your core tremble, gasping sharply. He finds his grip on you effective when you try to wriggle free due to the feeling almost overbearing. Despite your breakfree, you sense your orgasm approaching as he goes on devouring you rapidly and you cry louder, slurring on a bunch of profanities.

You feel your end nearing and you try to clamp your legs together between his head instinctively, but his iron grip does not let you move less than an inch. With one last flick of his tongue, you convulse uncontrollably, but he doesn’t waver. While you’re losing yourself in the explosive pleasure, Levi’s already inserted a finger or two in your already cramping walls, unrelenting. Your eyes roll backwards and as much as you want to moan, you can’t even muster up a noise.

Levi only looks at you from below, adoring your helplessness by his doing. Weren’t you so brave when you danced on the stage, even seducing him? Look at you now, shaking under his touch.

He stands up, fingers never stopping as you recover bit by bit. Still weakening, you open your welled up eyes to peek and you find his broad body, bottom completely dressed while you lie on the desk nude and naked. You prop yourself on your elbows and Levi notices your motion.

“That’s unfair,” you whine at the view, making him raise an eyebrow. He follows the direction of your eyes and figures it’s his clothes.

“I don’t remember giving you the right to complain,” his tone is assertive, imposing control. Lucky him, you know just how to play along.

“Would you prefer if I say “please” then?” you wet your lips with the tip of your tongue, tone always so seducing. He likes it. How you so willingly submit to his standards, and he’ll spoil you for your acquiescent attitude. You posite that it’s a definite yes as he shows no restraint in his flawless expression and you smile.

“Fuck me senseless, please,” you breathe out a whisper as you plead obediently, same time challenging him to finally strip himself. His hard-on twitches wildly by your choice of words and right now, he feels you’re no less than a damsel in distress, and he’ll listen to your whims gladly. Besides, you’ve been nothing but perfectly tame.

He swiftly dips his right hand on a drawer, searching for something while his other continues fingering you like he never wants to stray too far from your body. He finally feels a familar packet on his fingertips. It’s the box of condoms he contemplated too many times putting there before. You hear him close the drawer shut and you lift yourself a little to peer on what he’s holding. You see a small square plastic and immediately find out what it is. How convenient.

He bites on the sealed condom as he works his hand to unbuckle his belt, undressing him self of his slacks. Once he’s finished, his pants and underwear drop down to his feet, revealing the whole of him. You nip on your lower lip upon seeing how turned on he is. Levi’s glance remains on yours that observe his cock with slutty eyes. He easily tears open the wrapper with his teeth and he wears it on his erection while you merely sit by and watch.

He pulls his fingers out of your awaiting hole and spreads your legs further apart before placing a palm on your pubis, thumb lingering on your clitoris endlessly. And without notice, he practically forces his dick down into your pussy, plunging it in and out with immense force and consistency, no time for slow paces, causing your walls to stretch drastically in order to adjust to his huge girth.

You desperately press the heels of your feet into his back to draw him closer, his hips bucking rapidly into your fuckhole. His mouth hangs open, unraveling, he lets out a couple groans as well, your tight pussy eating up his size. He’s going balls deep you feel him filling you up to brim, exactly how you want it. For him to fuck you until you’ve got nothing left inside but dick. Your eyes snap shut, brows slightly furrowed as you let out a string of moans and whimpers which are nothing but music to his ears.

“Ah… deeper Levi!” you beg and his hips buck into your fuckhole in a greedy speed, raven hair hovering above his eyes as he looks down on your vulnerable form.

He lifts his hand to crawl up your body, fingertips grazing on your now sticky skin. Levi cups your cheeks while you mewl at the angle perfectly rubbing against your walls just right. He then places a finger on your plump lips, and like your lips have been waiting for something to occupy, you happily suck on it like a child. This contributes nothing but turn Levi on, causing him to snap his hips faster into you than you can ever imagine, and you scream, eyes clenching shut at the gratifying mix of pain and pleasure brought by his length.

His removes his finger from your mouth and stops to firmly grip your frail neck. You moan at the euphoric effect of feeling him gently squeeze the sides of your neck, later clenching harder, almost entirely blocking your airway. You choke on your own breath as he straddles you, imposing ownership and control that you all the more welcome with ecstasy.

“Do you like that?” he asks suggestively, expecting from you a positive note. Unable to speak due to difficulty breathing, you look up at him with half lidded eyes to nod your head challengingly. Upon receiving your response, he feels his dick grow harder inside your pussy at the wonderful view of his hands wrapped around your windpipe and you liking it like the little bitch you are.

He finally removes his grip on your neck and you gasp harshly to catch your breath, vision bleary and coughing a little. All riled up, he thrusts into you relentlessly while you’re sprawled out, weak and wanton. As if he’s already memorized every inch of you, he immediately senses your orgasm nearing by the way your vagina tightens and the way you moan a bit louder.

“Not yet,” he beats you to it and you struggle to keep it in. Whimpering, you squint your eyes like it helps a tad. He holds you back for a couple more seconds before deciding to let you be.

“Come,” he orders in full authority, and you’re more than willing to oblige. You snap as you set yourself free, walls quivering around his dick uncontrollably, eyeballs rolling backwards in crazy pleasure. You moan tremblingly, feeling your body fall limp atop the cold wooden desk due to the sensation. Levi takes in the beautiful sight as you convulse, stopping to wait for you. Yes, that’s what he wants. He wants to embed his effect on you deep into your soul, you’ll never forget it. He bends down to reach your face, hovering just above you.

“Good girl,” he whispers to your ear, electrifying you with dangerous volts throughout your whole body.

With that, he withdraws, removes the condom, and scoots you up in utter ease. Still drowsy from your high, you only realize you’re headed to his bedroom when he sets you down on the bed. He climbs on the fluffy sheets to join you.

He notices your flaccidity and points it out to you. “Don’t tell me that’s all you’ve got now, princess?” he dares, steel grey eyes boring into your own droopy ones. As much as he wants to go on, he really wouldn’t want to fuck a sex doll.

Though still drained, you’re not about to sum yourself up as a quitter. Not in your lifetime, and never in this man’s eyes. You gather up the strength left in you to push him down the mattress, which Levi raises an eyebrow to. You lick your lips, glance remaining on his. “Who said I’m a princess?” you pinpoint before getting on your knees to crawl up to his laid down form. You stop right above his chest and start planting wet kisses from his neck downwards. Sucking a bit on his sweaty skin, you create a love bite on his collar. Levi hisses and grabs a fistful of your hair loosely. You smirk, ignoring his protest. That surely will stay until workdays. Oh well, not your problem anymore.

While he lays below you, you start to creep down, tongue glazing his hard abs down his v-line. He’s really got an amazing body to pair his amazing performance.

You come face to face with his erect penis slowly take him in your mouth again like it’s the first time. You lick clean the tip leaking with little precum, the salty taste staining on your tongue. You look up at him with playful eyes and start bobbing your head up and down, eating him up inch by inch. He grunts upon feeling your warm cavern cover him from base to tip and can’t help but close his eyes. You suck him rashly and he curses at your sudden action, his body shuddering a little. Pleased with the results, you begin to speed up and go deeper shamelessly until his hard cock hits the back of your throat.

His hand sits on the top of your hair, petting it with no need to thrust your head deeper since you’re so well-behaved. He throws his head back, allowing himself to enjoy your whorish act.

As you continue to suck him wholly, you perceive he’s holding another wrapper on his hand, which you assume is a condom, and you take it from his grasp, mouth not leaving his intimate part. You tear it open, pulling away momentarily to put the contraceptive on his tip. Levi opens his droopy eyes to look at you. You then part your lips to take him in, this time skillfully unrolling the condom little by little using only your mouth, and you bet he liked it by how impressed he looks right now.

You hold his sex by the base once you’ve finally wore the condom on his whole and suck him off a few more, putting the tip against the inside of your cheek to show him the beautiful lump it creates before finally pulling away with a satisfying pop.

Remaining eye contact, you rise to sit up and position yourself on top of his impatient dick. You rub the tip on your wet entrance and moan intentionally to tease him. “Do princesses fuck like this?” you ask, seduction unwavering in your tone. Levi lies back comfortably, clearly enjoying your approach. Then, unceremoniously, you sink down on his cock, his length reaching the depths of you.

He lets out a groan as he feels your warm pussy wrap around him tightly, and you start to move up and down, riding him sensually. Leaning forward, you place your palms on top of his sturdy chest and grind on him smoothly like how you’d dance.

The amount of pleasure baffles Levi considering that he never gave you the steering wheel, not once. He’s actually grateful he didn’t miss out on this, though he didn’t want to admit that, since you’re the one solely on control in this position. He grunts after another as you expertly switch your pace from shallow and fast to deep and slow like there’s an unheard rhythm you’re following.

You lean back and arch your spine, switching to a completely different angle but same positition. You run your hands up to your breasts, fondling it to put up a show for Levi. If it’s even possible, you feel him stiffen even more inside you as he watches you play with your own body. You pinch your nipples and moan as you bounce on his cock wildly, and it drives him insane.

Right now, he’s seeing the headstrong dancer that climbed the pole like she owned it, including the audience, because at the moment, you had full control over your body and his. Deep down, he can only think of your body and how badly he wants to fuck you over like he every inch of you is his property, as if he hasn’t already done that.

While you’re enjoying yourself, he then places his hands on your waist, thrusting his hips to meet you halfway. “Ah—!” you squeal in a tiny voice, surprised by his sudden motion. He isn’t content though, and lifts you off of him before swiftly putting you in all fours, forcing his dick deep inside you with no second’s rest.

He reaches for your hair and pulls it vigorously, making your back bend a beautiful arch in force. It should be painful, really, but you only seem to like it as you never give a single complaint, making Levi smirk at your unwavering boldness. His muscles flex as he rams you up with his dick like an animal, hips bucking at a quick, steady pace. There, now he’s got full control.

The sound of skins slapping against each other echoes inside the room as he fills you up with his size madly like there’s no tomorrow.

“Oh fuck… yes… hard… er…” you slur, too drunk by the pleasure to be able to make out audible words. He buries his cock inside you needily, his damp hair swinging back and forth along your movements. He slaps your ass with his other hand, squeezing it tightly right after, his fingertips digging into your soft flesh. You moan in absolute delight. Everything about his dominance easily crosses out every single vanilla sex you’ve had in your whole lifetime. The way he imposed control and does you rough naturally like it’s part of his day just astounds you.

With his merciless speed, you can already feel yourself coming for the third time this night. He, too, feels himself nearing while you incoherently emit sounds of pleasure, continuous sweat trickling down both your skins. Mouth wide apart and letting out loud moans, your eyeballs turn white as he drives you down to the brink of ecstasy.

“I’m about—” you don’t even get the chance to say it as your cunt clenches tightly around his dick, contractions real and uncontrollable. The simulation helps Levi reach his end at the same time, and with a guttural groan, he comes inside you, load restricted inside the protective rubber. Mind going blank, you explode and fall boneless on your cheeks, shaking and convulsing on the mattress as if it’s your first ever orgasm. Both panting and chests heaving, you catch your breaths, waiting for the pleasure to wear down.

Being the first to regain his composure, he pulls out and takes off the used condom before standing up to throw it in a bin. You lie there lifelessly, your sex continuing to throb and pulsate, the intense spasms rendering you almost incapacitated. The exhaustion starts to dawn upon you as you held it back successfully althrough the night. Your eyes fall shut despite trying to fight it back and eventually pass out.

Levi decides it’s enough, too, and picks you up gently like you’re glass that might shatter any moment now and positions you on the other side of the bed, tucking you in the blankets. Afterwards, he crawls to his own side of the bed, drifting off as sleepiness finally approached him.

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Shifting a little uncomfortably, you open your eyes, realizing you’ve been sleeping for a while now. You glance beside you and as you see the stranger with his back turned to you, memories come flooding in a flash and you remember everything. From the heated exchange of deep kisses to the arousing sensation as you relinquish control to the man until he fucked you out of your senses.

Shaking off the lewd memories, you stand up. As soon as you move an inch, you immediately feel a sharp sting from in between your thighs and you stop dead in your tracks. Shit. Of course you’d be sore. You move carefully as you look for a random t-shirt and boxers from his closet.

You don’t recall tucking yourself to bed, so it must have been Levi. He does have a good heart deep down, doesn’t he? He didn’t kick you out after all. You never really fall asleep after one night stands, especially if it’s not in your place or a hotel, but your energy got totally drained in that one heck of a ride. You can almost swear it’s been ages since you’ve had heavenly amazing sex to the point that you’d bruise, and you say you love it. Addicted to it, even.

He is still in deep trance, probably tired as you are. Well, can’t blame him though, that marvellous bed performance of him can come in par with your years of professional dancing. After getting dressed, you make your way out his suite to return home.

Levi jolts awake the last second and immediately notices your back exiting the door to his bedroom, wearing his clothes unprecedentedly.

“Brat,” he grumbles to himself. He eventually lets it go, though. He’s ripped your own garments anyway, and he’ll be replacing those soon. About that, he knows where to find you anyway.

After that night, rest assured that the once new customer is now a frequent visitor, while your routines slowly transition into a show to impress one man and one man only. The now regular looks forward to your new choreography when there comes a chance, his friends no longer forcing him to go with them. Of course, all that alongside a bunch of booty calls exchanged here and there.

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pairing: dom!Levi x stripper!fem bodied reader

content: modern au, sex work (stripping), degradation, hint of praise kink, fingering, unprotected penetrative sex, choking, slapping, dom/sub themes, Levi's a whole freak in the sheets, also mf has a split personality, minors DNI

summary: erwin drags his lonely best friend, levi, out to a strip club.

wc: 7.7k

Violent vibrations of bass shook through your platform teasers, one leg moving tantalizingly slow in front of the other as neon lights flashed around you. The silver pole loomed in front of you, your hips swaying as you strutted across the stage. You could feel the intense stare of eyes belonging to strangers as you finally wrapped your fingers one by one around the cold metal, circling so slowly around it, pushing your ass and chest out on display. You flicked your eyes up, heavy from false eyelashes, and searched around you.

Some familiar faces, most new, met your gaze as the club’s lights lit up in a dark red. They were all focused on you, sitting forward patiently in their plush seats, waiting to devour your body with their eyes. You leaned your back against the pole, looking down at your body. You were glad you had worn your favorite set of dancing gear, a see-through black mesh bralette and a matching set of panties, and of course, your six inch sparkly pleaser heels. It was simple, yet so effective when it came to the stuffed wallets of your onlookers.

There was one man in the sea of others who caught your attention tonight though. He sat directly in the center, his expression seemingly unamused and unentertained. You wanted to roll your eyes, discarding yourself of this fantasy you were presenting on stage. You resisted the urge, instead, turning your head in the opposite direction, and rolled your torso until you sat crouched. You leaned forward, head turned straight now, ass sticking right up in the air as the tops of your breasts squished against the stage. You used the leverage from your knees to shake your exposed ass cheeks, watching the raven haired man bring his hand to his face, stroking along his jaw as he took in the sight of you.

You parted your legs slowly, bringing a knee in front of the other, crawling towards the edge of the stage. You pushed yourself up from your elbows until you were in an upright position, allowing your hips to sink forward as you continued to roll your body to the beat. Still, no reaction, or sign that he was going to throw money on you, you scoffed internally and turned your attention to the blonde gentleman sitting closely next to him, a wad of dollar bills crushing in his grip. You smirked mischievously, leaning backwards until you felt the cold metal brush against your back. Flattening out, you brought your legs up, shaking them high in the air to allow your ass and thighs to move in rhythm. You felt the air brush past you as bills went flying in the air, and you smiled in euphoria. Money was your love language, and anyone who threw bills at your half naked form became your lover for however long your dance lasted.

You placed your feet on solid ground, leveraging yourself upwards to a full stand, turning around sauntering back to the pole. You wrapped a lone leg around the cold cylinder, elongated from your heels, and jumped into a spin. Your hands gripped high above you, dangling your head back as you swung in a pretty circle, your other leg posed straight down. Once you had found this balance, you let your right hand leave the stability of the pole, running it down the front of your body, over the swell of your breasts and the flat of your stomach, stopping right before you met your center. You slid downwards until both your feet met the stage floor as you crouched once more, popping your ass out to move the muscles one at a time of your cheeks. You glanced backwards, and you were pleased to see the dark haired man’s cold steel eyes locked in on your body.

He was very handsome, as was his blonde friend. Your best guess was that they were in their late twenties, maybe early thirties. You watched the ravenette reached in his pocket, almost in disgust as he pulled out single bills. You couldn’t see the dollar amount from your angle, so you maneuvered back onto your knees to give all your attention to the man in front of you. You tried the same move as before, crawling on all fours as seductively as you could, this time your knuckles wrapped around the very edge of the stage. You learned forward, a couple of feet away from the man as his expression darkened. As if you were a gravitational pull, he leaned forward as well, only a few inches away. Close enough to reach out and touch him, your thumb and pointer finger met the collar of his white button up, softly trailing the fabric. At the same time you reached out, he was doing the same, tucking the small stack of cash in between the valley of your breasts, managing to not touch any of your exposed skin as he did so.

Thinking about your other awaiting customers, you quickly withdrew your teasing, a smirk laced on your lips. You blew the man a kiss, winking, crawling backwards on the stage.

Your onlookers ravaged your body with their eyes as you continued your dance. Your chest was rising rapidly, out of breath as you did your final spin on the pole. You ended your dance in a slow split, toes pointed and curled as you felt your clothed pussy meet the now warmed material of the stage under you. You pulled yourself up after an explosion of cash was tossed on stage, flashing a seductive smile before retreating behind the curtain to the back of the stage. You’d have one of the security guys clean your cash up before the next girl walked on, knowing they’d get a small cut from doing you the favor.

You relaxed your body into a chair in the dressing room, sighing loudly. The room was empty, makeup and costumes littered about the mirror space as all the girls working were either out on the floor or giving out private dances. You just needed the quick break, you had danced pretty hard out there. You were debating switching outfits, as this one was a little too revealing for casually strolling on the floor.

You shrugged, getting up to get into your locker space, retrieving a cropped leather jacket, chains dangling around the body, brushing against your exposed skin and as you pushed your arms through the sleeves. This would at least give you the illusion that you were covered up much more than what you had believed.

Powdering your shiny face before you exited, you breathed in deeply as neon lights greeted you once again on the club floor. You worked at a pristine strip club, ratings high and prices even higher. There was a twenty dollar fee to even get in the place, and when you finally got in the door, the bouncers up front would make a copy of your driver’s license, just in case you fucked up somehow and they needed to add to you the banned list. Which was a pretty long list, hence the photo copies.

The dancers were high quality as well, all different shapes and sizes and ethnicities. It was almost like a buffet, you could get whatever you desired, just had to go out and look first. Everyone working the shifts danced, absolutely no exception. Of course, you’d want to dance though, making exceptionally more money than on the shifts where you’d stick behind the bar crafting drinks. If you were asked by one of your friends how much money you’d make on a night like this, you’d feel guilty as you would humbly lie, not wanting to entice them into auditioning at your place of employment. When the club was at full capacity, as it was right now as you sashayed to the bar, you could easily walk home with a couple grand. This job paid your bills, bought you pretty things, put food in your belly, it meant everything to you.

“Hey, Annie! Gin and tonic, pretty please,” you batted your thick eyelashes at your favorite blonde bartender.

She only nodded, shooting a desperate plea between you and the overcrowded area of the bar area with her eyes. You snickered, feeling her pain all too well, having spent many a night behind the counter, non-stop pouring drinks. Annie slid your drink over as quickly as she could, being stolen away by an already drunken man requesting a round of shots before you could hold a conversation with her. You shrugged, taking large gulps of your glass. You were parched from your dance, alcohol quenching your thirst. You hadn’t realized you downed your cocktail until you felt the clink of ice hit the front of your teeth. You left the empty glass at the bar, turning around and leaning against the counter as you planned out your next moves.

“You should dance to Doja Cat more often,” you heard a familiar voice hum next to you, looking up into the eyes of your security guard, Connie. A black bag you knew was full of your cash was held in his grip, a playful smile on his lips, “Took me like ten whole minutes to clean this up off the stage.”

You laughed lightly along with Connie, “What would I do without you? Could you put that in my locker for me, babe? I just left the dressing room.”

“‘S gonna’ cost you,” he joked, already leaving your form to follow your request. “You owe me a round of tequila shots, Patrón!”

Connie disappeared in the sea of bodies before you could call out a remark. You sighed, flopping your head onto your shoulder, eyeing back the gazes from different men who took in your relaxed body. None of them piqued your interest, and you found yourself feeling quite lonely in the middle of the club.

This was the last place on Earth Levi had pictured himself in. When Erwin had grabbed Levi’s arm, tugging him out of his home office, a strip club was the very last place Levi could’ve fathomed ending up in.

“You, my friend, are going to have a good fucking night!” Levi recalled his blonde friend shouting at him, tossing the much smaller man into Erwin’s passenger seat of his truck. Levi had only grumbled, disappointed his hot cup of tea would become cold in his absence, the novel he had been reading left disheveled on his desk. When Erwin had pulled into a parking lot, Levi finally had taken notice of their destination.

“What the fuck are we doing at a strip club?” he spat through clenched teeth, a migraine coming on.

“Attempting to get you laid,” Erwin smirked, sliding out from the driver’s seat. Levi had no choice but to follow, Erwin not giving him even a moment to try and talk his way into heading back home.

“Why?” Levi was seething, blood pumping loudly in his ears. Why did Erwin care about Levi’s state of his love life, or lack thereof?

“Levi,” Erwin paused, sighing before the entrance. “I’ve known you since sophomore year of college, that was almost six years ago, and that entire time I’ve seen you go out on one date. You didn’t even see the girl again after it either!”

“She was boring,” Levi defended, his eyebrows furrowing. “Most people are boring. Why waste my time?”

“Because, some people are worth it. I forced you to be my friend, and look at us now!”

“You’re not an idiot,” the corner of Levi’s lips lifted.

“I think that might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me,” Erwin chuckled, tone sarcastic. It was true though, Levi would’ve never allowed Erwin to try and befriend him all those years ago if he had been a total lost cause. Erwin was smart though, driven and ambitious. He worked hard and never slacked off, traits Levi deeply admired. “C’mon, what’s the harm in having a bit of fun?”

There was a lot of harm, turns out. Levi was caught completely off guard by how nice this club was, bouncers all over the pristine premise. He visibly relaxed at this point, his inner germaphobe sated. Though he did use hand sanitizer generously before sitting down on the plush chair in front of the stage, Erwin chatting in his ear over how beautiful the dancers were here. Levi half listened, more interested in his glass of whiskey than his best friend. He downed it easily, almost like he was drinking water. Then the lights dropped, and you had walked out.

With all his might, Levi tried to act like he wasn’t enticed, not wanting to bring Erwin any satisfaction. It was true, Levi’s love life was basically nonexistent. Only having sex with maybe three girls in his lifetime, it had been awhile to say the least since he had seen a beautiful woman in this state of undress. When you had leaned down, breasts pressing so sinfully against the stage, crawling towards him all on fours, a primal urge rippled through Levi’s body. Like you were daring him to act out, to cave in entirely to your will.

He felt a piece of himself missing when you exited the stage, but the room felt lighter, taking a deep breath to steady himself. Erwin was in a similar frame of mind, shooting Levi a knowing look.

“Well, what’d you think?” Erwin leaned towards his friend, a small smile on his face.

“I think that’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life,” Levi groaned, uncomfortable admitting this, rubbing his hands across his face.

“You should pay her for a dance, I know I’m definitely going to get one later,” Erwin’s eyes followed a thick dark skinned woman, swaying her hips, winking at Erwin as she walked past. He pushed up off his chair then, “Actually, hold that thought.”

The absence of his friend so suddenly had left Levi feeling awkward and out of place. His lips held an amused scowl as he watched Erwin confidently approach the woman, her luscious lips twisting into a smile of her own as she grabbed his hand, and led him away from Levi’s view. The ravenette stood then, empty glass in tow, and decided that he would need another drink to get through the rest of the night.

That’s when Levi had seen you, leaning so casually against the marble countertops of the bar as if you had owned the place. Your eyes drooping in disinterest, too cool to associate with the crowd around you. You didn’t even seem to notice various men eyeing your form, talking amongst each other, never breaking their focus from you. And Levi had to admit, you did look so fucking cool. The realization that Levi himself had joined the crowd of your many onlookers startled him, beginning to feel embarrassment and guilt for admiring you almost as if you were an object. When your eyes had met his though, and a pretty smile changed your entire expression, any and all thoughts and feelings rocketed out of Levi’s mind.

He felt his feet move towards you before he could think thoroughly. You stayed, still and collected, eyes never breaking from his. As his strides graced closer and closer, Levi broke the connection from you, stopping to your side and calling out an order to a blonde bartender, ignoring you entirely.

Your shock rang through you like a gong, deep and humbling. This wasn’t what you had predicted in those fleeting seconds when you had seen the raven haired man making intentful strides to you. He was close enough to your body that you could hear the soft cotton of his white button up brush against the thick fabric of your leather jacket, and you felt licks of insecurity, a rare emotion for you.

“What? Shocked I’m not down on my knees begging for you?” Levi couldn’t stop the words from leaving his lips, noticing from the corner of his eye that you had stiffened dramatically.

You whipped your head to see him, to see his stupid expression as you were sure this man thought he was God’s gift to mankind. You knew this personality well, a common one with your clients believing that because you were after their money, you were technically working for them. To your surprise, you were met with the man’s steel grey eyes hard set in disinterest.

“No one’s going to give you a dance with that attitude, sir,” you huffed, clawing mentally to keep your cool. “Keep it up and watch how fast we get you kicked out.”

This man, a complete stranger to you, only ‘tsk’ed, digging in his black slacks to pull out his thick wallet, “I’ll pay you a grand if you take me back for a dance right now.”

Oh shit, you blinked, trying to process his offer. That’s a lot of fucking money.

“You have a funny way of showing that you like me,” you quirked an eyebrow, debating internally. “What’s the catch? What’s your thing?”

“My thing?”

“Your kink, your game, what’re playing at?”

“I’m not going to pay you to stand there and talk to me about what I like in privacy,” Levi scoffed, slightly embarrassed at the very public conversation that he believed was always meant to be in private.

“Fine,” your hand shot out, circling around his bicep, his strong bicep. “Let’s go, sir.”

Honestly the pet name was a shot in the dark, your best guess at what could possibly please this very attractive client. His moody attitude was throwing you off of your very whimsical and flirty facade, parts of your real personality peeking through the cracks. You didn’t know that Levi was actually enjoying this interaction, feeling flutters of admiration at your sharp tongue and quick mindedness.

You guided him to the back of the club, a bouncer stationed outside of a hallway. You nodded to the burly man, and he stepped aside and allowed the two of you to enter the hallway of doors. Numbers gold plated on each wooden door led the way, and Levi was starting to feel flickers of impatience.

The feelings settle once you unlock a door, pushing it open and Levi gazing inside. A plush leather couch sat in the center of the small room, LED lights flashing different colors slowly along the ceiling, and you guided him to sit down. His face was passive, and had you known the man’s thoughts in that moment, you’d know that Levi was unbelievably nervous. While he had the help of the liquid courage provided by his whiskey neats, Levi was incredibly inexperienced when it came to beautiful women, more specifically, you.

“What’s your name, love?” you cooed, hand trailing over his bicep as you placed yourself next to the ravenette, taking in his stiffened form.

“Levi,” he managed to choke out, feeling the deep stir of arousal from your simple touch. How could he not be attracted to you? The way you pressed yourself to his side, so tempting, you were an enchantress.

You mumbled out your stripper name, and Levi felt a pang of unease knowing that the ridiculous chosen name was not your real one. Your fingers trailed electricity over his clothes, the pads of your digits playing with the end of his sleeve. You leaned further in, breathing right against the shell of his ear.

“Ready for your dance, Levi?”

Levi gulped, raising a hand to push back his fringe from his face as you stood before him. His hands finally settled atop his thighs, legs comfortably opened and spread as he took a deep breath in, willing his mind and body to relax. Like Erwin had said, what’s the harm in having a little fun?

Goosebumps raised on Levi’s skin as the smooth bass of a somewhat familiar song kicked in. He had heard it on the radio once or twice, finding it quite catchy and therefore had never felt the need to change the station. His heart hammered in his ribcage, mouth drying as he watched you shift into character. A very fitting one, he thought to himself, a total and complete vixen.

Your back arched as you posed before him. His eyes drinking you in hungrily lit a flame deep within the depths of your soul, feeling the dire need to please the man in front of you. You bent down, tips of your fingers brushing against your toes, and then you threw your head back, hair falling seductively around you at the force. Levi was cursing profanities in his mind, a very verbal ‘fuck’ exiting his lips at the sight.

You turned your back to your handsome client, giving him a full view of your scantily clad ass as you teasingly slid your arms out of your jacket. Levi’s eyes followed every move, afraid to miss a single thing, every detail of you and your body becoming his biggest priority. Your leather jacket fell to the floor noisily, chains clanking as they hit the wooden planks. You threw a longing gaze over your shoulder, a pretty smirk on your face, and Levi had the startling realization that he had never felt a stronger attraction to a woman in his life. In fact, the intrusive thought had his mind traversing through past experiences, and had him wondering if had truly ever felt the tingling of arousal that you had awakened in him.

“Levi?” you brought your fingers under his chin to his surprise, angling his gaze to meet your curious expression.

“I’m alright, just,” Levi paused, letting his focus drift away from you. “This is my first time.”

Your face softened at his confession, genuine concern as you spoke, “‘S okay, just let me know if you want to stop at any point. And if there’s anything at all you want me to do, tell me.”

Levi was mildly stumped at the second half of your response. He could make requests of you, of this dance? The last thing he wanted in the world was for you to stop, in fact he never wanted this moment to end as you resumed your routine, eyes never leaving his.

Levi felt the blood rush to his lower half as you positioned yourself on the balls of your feet, leaning over his seated deposition, ghosting your lips over the shell of his ear, “You know, you’re quite handsome. You probably get that all the time, but truly, you are.”

“Thank you,” Levi managed to mumble, thoroughly embarrassed by the heat of your compliment. “You’re very pretty.”

You smirked, pushing yourself back to take in his shy appearance. You had a hunch that maybe if you provided Levi the confidence he needed, this hesitance would melt away. With that in mind, you turned your body once more, hands reaching behind you to undo the clasp of your lacy bra. Levi’s eyes widened, his fingers twitching in anticipation. When the material was released, you let out a silent sigh of relief from the pressure of the tight material. Your mesh top fell off your arms, you gently flicked it to join your jacket on the floor. Instead of showing your freed breasts to your handsome client, you bent down to your toes once more, shaking your ass and thighs. Levi’s eyes were ready to roll out of his skull.

You finally did turn, crouching between the space in between his thighs. Your hands slid from the bottom of his shins to the top of his thick thighs, you felt the subtle flex of his muscles as he tensed. His lustful expression showed you that Levi was less than hesitant, actually he was really enjoying himself now. This was his private show, and Levi was feeling extraordinarily special. He didn’t dare to raise his touch to grace your exposed skin though, not wanting to risk breaking any rules.

Your knees heaved you up once more, and you moved to straddle the raven haired man’s lap. You felt the hump of his erection between your thighs, and you bit back a moan at the sensation. Levi was in a similar frame of mind, trying not to let his bodily instincts and desires take over entirely. You rolled your hips, teasing his clothed length, and his grasp on control was nearly lost. Your naked breasts pressed against his chest, nipples hardened from your excitement. By no means were you the kind of girl to sleep with your clients or even entertain the thought, but when Levi’s lids fluttered and he bit the inside of his lip, you were rethinking every morally right ideal you held within yourself.

On par with the beat of the song, you leaned back, hands on his knees, and thrust your hips lazily in rhythm. Levi watched your ribcage expand and disappear under your naked torso, your navel shrinking and opening at the rolling motion. You flicked your hair behind your shoulder blades, your lips parted, and you let out a shaky breath. You were flushed against his hardened member, you could feel your center weeping at the contact. This was not your intention, to rub yourself all over this stranger, but the way his hands twitched and his eyes were so hungry had you feeling things you only indulged in by yourself, in the comfort of your bed and with your favorite pink vibrator.

“Make it fifteen hundred, and I’ll let you take me back to your place,” you mewled against your better judgement.

Levi’s concentration was broken, the whites of his eyes exposed as he shot his attention to your face. His lips contorted into an egotistical smirk, a contrast to his past shyness, “We haven’t even been in this room for five minutes, and you’re already wanting to leave?”

“Two grand,” your eyebrows furrowed, pushing your hips into his pelvis, satisfied when you heard a hiss leave his lips. “Keep teasing, and my price goes higher.”

“I’ll pay you whatever I want,” Levi’s features darkened. “Get your things. I want you to finish your dance when we get back to my house.”

You never did complete that dance. Levi was gripping your thighs and lifting you before you could even protest, your back slamming into the wall after he had unlocked his front door. His lips were all over you, your lips, your neck, your exposed collarbones. Your fingers were woven into his scalp, clinging desperately to the man.

He could barely contain himself on the drive home, seated palming your thighs in the back seat of a taxi. He had sent a quick text to Erwin, not explaining much but letting him know he’d talk to him tomorrow. Erwin hadn’t responded, not that Levi cared, but he had a feeling his blonde friend was in a very similar situation.

“You,” Levi growled into your neck, sliding his hands greedily under the t-shirt you had thrown on in the locker room of the club, “Are the sexiest woman I’ve ever met.”

His teeth sunk where he could feel your pulse the strongest under his lips, and you wantonly moaned out. Although Levi lived a generically organized lifestyle, in this moment all he craved was chaos. He wanted to see your perfect body littered in his marks, his bites and bruises. He wanted to wreck you, bring you out of your nonchalant attitude, stupefying you. Levi was going to fucking break you in all the best ways.

“Levi,” you breathed shakily. “Please, bedroom.”

Levi rammed his clothed hips into the center of your spread legs, your ankles hooked around his waist in this position. You gasped, moaning at the contact. Your nails raked up his back, and you felt a similar urgency as he was feeling, wanting to feel the tear of his skin underneath your fingernails. You felt Levi’s hands grip your thighs to adjust his grip, and soon he was carrying you into the unfamiliar territory of his home. He guided you easily up his staircase, reaching his opened bedroom door and unceremoniously throwing you on your back on his mattress.

Levi was on top of you in an instant, his lips swallowing yours as he grabbed the collar of your shirt with both his hands. He fisted the material, and with a quick fluid motion, he tore the fabric in half. You were shocked, but figured you could easily borrow Levi’s clothing upon your exit. You didn’t stop him as he treated your bra in a similar fashion, thankfully not ripping the expensive lace. He reached under the arch of your back, unclasping it, and you pulled your arms through the straps and the remnants of your poor shirt. Your breasts were on full display for his eyes now, and Levi’s mouth pulled away from you. His hands snaked up your exposed torso, thumbs rolling past your hardened nipples to your neck.

Levi wrapped his right hand around your neck, and your breath hitched in your throat as he mumbled, “You like it rough, don’t you, brat? Want me to use your body however I want?”

You didn’t answer, wanting to seek punishment. His fingers tightened, and you felt a gush of arousal slicken your lower lips. Your hips bucked upwards, eyes pleading as you watched a sick satisfaction cross his expression.

“Answer me,” he spat venomously, leaning in to brush his nose against yours.

“Yes, sir,” you stuttered out, feeling the tips of your ears redden. You were so turned on right now, body responding loudly to every word and touch.

“Good girl,” he praised, not releasing his grip around your neck. His left hand stayed at your breast, tweaking your right nipple roughly, rolling the beaded skin between his forefinger and thumb.

You whimpered, bringing your own hands to rest above your head, stretching your skin more for Levi. His eyes were honed in on your face, all your desperate expressions as his hand left your chest and dipped under the elastic of your grey cotton shorts to meet the lace trim of your panties. His forehead rested against yours, his breath hot against your lips as you panted. When you tried to reach up to capture his soft lips in a kiss, he only squeezed tighter around your neck, discouraging you from trying again. He wanted to watch you squirm, memorize the way your eyes would flicker and your lips would quiver at his touch. His fingers tugged the cotton of your panties aside, and ran two digits across your folds, the pads soaked at the contact.

He circled your clit agonizingly slow, spreading your essence over your hood. Your eyes rolled back into your skull, back arching up to feel some kind of skin to skin contact. Levi was not going to allow this though, and ripped his touch away from your cunt. You whined at the loss, tears pricking on the edge of your lash line. You yelped suddenly when you felt the harsh slap of his palm against your folds. Levi’s gaze was hardened, lips almost pulled back in a sneer.

“Stop, or you’re not getting what you want,” he growled, and even though he was hovering over you, you could swear you felt the vibration from his chest deep in your bones.

You meekly nodded, willing your body to lay there as still as you could be. He smoothed his palm over the reddened area of your center, and his soft, teasing touch returned. His middle and pointer finger spread your lips open, ring and pinky finger kept your panties tucked to the side. Levi tucked his digits inbetween your heat, caressing your folds. It took everything in your resolve to not buck your hips at the feeling of the roll of your clit in between the pads of his fingers. You whined, blinking tears away rapidly.

Levi felt merciful for a moment, and fled his intimate touch down to your fluttering entrance. You could feel your muscles clenching in anticipation, letting out a moan of relief as he dipped the two extremities into your tight hole.

“You’re so wet, all because of me?” Levi teased, brushing his lips against yours. “Such a good slut, you’ve wanted me to touch you since you got on that stage tonight, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” you panted sharply, his fingers curled inside your walls and began to pump. “Wanted your attention so bad.”

“Like I had a choice,” he chuckled without humor, flicking his wrist hard into your core. “You came out looking like that, what was I supposed to do? This, you on your back, so needy, this was the only conclusion.”

He fucked his hand harshly into your sopping cunt at the end of his sentence, sending your mind reeling and your lungs gasping for air. Your plush walls encapsulated his fingers, you could feel the ridges of his knuckles deep inside of you. His finger pads prodded your sensitive spongy spot, and upon hearing your deep groan of pleasure, Levi aimed for that destination with every thrust.

“Feels so good,” you praised, your knuckles white from gripping the pillows above you. Levi still had his right fist around your throat, he could feel your esophagus tighten as every muscle in your body clenched.

With a hasty release, his right hand came down to pay your heaving breasts attention. His lips replaced his fingers, sucking harshly on the most sensitive parts of your throat. You were almost screaming as he plunged in and out of your pussy, your left nipple harshly being pulled with his other hand, his teeth sinking into your neck. Your clit was throbbing with need, your coil in your stomach desperately searching for any form of release.

“Levi,” you cried out loudly. “Wanna’ cum.”

“Are you asking or telling me?” he grumbled against the column on your neck.

“Asking, please, need you to touch my clit,” you begged, too far gone to care about vulgarity, clearing noting the ravenette’s disregard for formality in the heat of the moment.

He let out a ‘tch’ at the nape of your neck, and pulled his fingers from your dripping heat, “You’re not cumming unless it’s around my cock.”

With his soaked hand, he tore your shorts and panties down to your knees in one swift motion. You lifted your legs, allowing Levi to slide them down the rest of the way and throw them onto the floor. Stark naked and exposed completely to the man now, your knees bent in the air, Levi slapped the backs of your thighs. You whimpered, clenching around nothing upon impact. He let out a groan, tugging his button up over his head, not bothering with the buttons. Your hands left the safety of the pillows above your head, fumbling with the belt that rested on his hips. He met your hands, finishing the job for you. Belt unbuckled, slacks unzipped and freed, he stood quickly, shoving the pants and his briefs to the floor.

You jaw slacked in amazement at the sheer size of his cock. Levi was hung, his member standing tall and proud and mouth watering. He returned to you in an instant, positioning his lower half to align with your spread center. His dick throbbed at the wet contact of your vulva, teasing the head against your clit. You threw your head back, arching your back and angling your hips to allow Levi better leverage. His fist flew to the base of his aching length, roughly fucking himself above you. You could feel the tightness of his knuckles as he brushed against you, and you moaned out his name.

“Such a needy little slut,” Levi degraded you, face set in false anger. “Desperate for my cock, huh?”

“Yes, yes!” your eyes screwed shut, you could feel the pounding in your pussy. “Want you so fucking bad. Please fuck me.”

“Please, what?” he cocked an eyebrow, letting out a groan as his thumb pressed into the underside of his head.

“Please, sir,” you begged as a tear fell down your cheek.

“All you had to do was ask, gorgeous,” he chuckled darkly, sinking the tip into your tight little hole.

You thought he would enter you slowly to allow you to adjust to his enormous girth, you were sadly mistaken though as he plunged his entire length deep inside of your soaking pussy. You let out a strangled whimper, more tears rolling down to your chin. Levi wouldn’t give you the pleasure of patience, pulling out just enough to threaten his head falling out, snapping his hips right back until he brushed your cervix.

“Fuck,” Levi moaned loudly, his hands circling the tops of your thighs, throwing your ankles over his shoulders. “Feels so fucking good.”

All you could do was fist the bedsheets under you as he took you violently. Sobs of pleasure racked through your chest, tits bouncing at the sheer force of his thunderous thrusts. The sounds of your cunt squelching around his intrusion was deafening accompanied by the smack of the skin of his balls hitting your ass. Levi pounded mercilessly into your heat, searching for his own heights before addressing yours. Of course he wouldn’t cum before you did, but the way your pussy fluttered around him gave him clear signs that it wouldn’t take much to push you over the edge.

Levi let out an animalistic growl as his pace quickened, slapping the meat of your thighs as his grip adjusted your knees to your chest. He leaned forward, and in the dim lighting you could see the beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. His steel colored eyes were locked in with yours, lips parted as he breathed heavily from exertion. Levi could feel the burn in his hips as he gave you everything he could, fucking you as hard and as fast as he could.

You were nearly screaming, unable to bite back any noises at his assault. You felt his fingers slither around your neck once more, tightening dangerously around your windpipe. He could feel the collection of your tears in the dip of your throat, and his cock was throbbing at the sensation.

“Crying ‘cause it feels so good, aren’t you?” Levi snarled, placing his sweaty forehead to yours. When you didn’t answer, he released your throat to bring his wet palm in a roaring slap to your cheek, “Answer me.”

“Yes!” you screamed at the tops of your lungs, your cunt contracting at the stinging pain turned pleasure. “Please, please, please, let me cum!”

Levi barked out a groan as he felt your plush walls tighten, making his hips stutter in his rhythm. His free hand came down to your clit, slapping the top of your pussy with no real force. His thumb commenced its own pattern then, rubbing the engorged bud with vigorous intention. Levi plowed briskly, his climax on the horizon. You were quivering under him, fat tears leaking from your eyes as hiccups and whines left your throat. You could feel the soreness in your hole, and knew the second you came, you’d be squeezing the ever loving fuck out of Levi’s massive cock.

“So close,” you sniffled, vocals raw from the pressure of Levi’s fist clenched around your esophagus.

“Gonna’ cum all over me, pretty girl? Yeah, fuck, c’mon, my little fucking slut,” Levi’s eyes were smoldering, veins prominent in his neck as he approached his own release.

“Fuck fuck fuck, I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” your eyes attempted to close.

Levi slapped your cheek, “Keep your fucking eyes open, bitch. Don’t look away, wanna’ watch you.”

You nodded meekly, the build up in your stomach at its peak. His thumb circled faster, and you could feel every single motion in your pussy as he slammed his fat tip against your g-spot. It was too much, too intense, and you felt your coil snap as you clenched viciously around him.

With a loud gasp of air, not enough due to Levi’s fingers digging into your throat, you couldn’t stop yourself from bucking your hips. Your vision blurred over in thick tears, your skin was burning hot as Levi cursed above you. Your pussy contracted around him in a mind blowing flow, pleasure seeping in every pore and every cell in your body. If Levi had neighbors, or roommates, the noises you were making would be entirely concerning, sounding as if something gruesome was occurring in his home.

Levi was pushed out of your cunt from the pressure, and he dared not to slip back in your contracting hole out of fear of dumping his seed deep in your womb. He pushed your legs flat down after removing his touch from your clit, positioning his hips over yours as he fucked his fist at the same rapid pace he was drilling into your center. Loud moans escaped his parted lips, pistoning his pelvis with a death grip on his red swollen cock. Thick ropes of cum shot across your breasts, his thrusts never slowing.

You pushed your breasts together with your hands, fingers toying at your nipples to visually stimulate the man above you. He growled at the sight, “So fucking hot, yeah, take my fucking cum.”

He stilled, head thrown back as he let his girth fall from his grip, his cum oozing from his slit. You moaned at the sight, your mouth watering. Had you not been in such a hurry from the start, you would’ve gladly swallowed his cock down your throat, consuming every drop of his load. Maybe another time, if there would be one, you thought.

Your orgasms simultaneously slowed, until the two of you heaved heavily from the hard labor of the vigours fucking that had just occured. Levi moved off of you, grabbing tissues from his bedside table, and wiped up your torso. Before he could collect all of his cum though, you let a finger dip into a puddle in between your breasts, Levi’s eyes watching adamantly as you placed the digit on your tongue, rolling your eyes back into your head at the taste.

“You’re so needy,” he teased, a smirk crossing his exhausted face.

“Maybe,” you giggled breathlessly. “Maybe I just wanted a taste.”

Levi hummed, pushing back his dampened bangs from his forehead. He gazed at you in curiosity as you pushed your aching body off the bed, wincing at the indistinct soreness between your thighs, “I have clothes you can wear, don’t worry about giving them back either.”

Ah, so here came the awkward after the one night stand conversation. You smiled politely then, “I wasn’t worried. ‘Was gonna’ steal them one way or another.”

“Lucky I didn’t catch you then,” he mused, pushing himself off the mattress as well. “You’re welcome to take a shower, if you need to. I’m about to get in myself.”

“Nah, I should probably get home, it’s late,” you searched for your phone on the floor, finding it in your jacket pocket as you tapped on the Uber app.

“I can drop off the money tomorrow at the club, if you’re working,” Levi leaned against his bedroom wall, biting his lip as his demeanor changed back to his previous one from earlier.

You smirked, looking up at him through your eyelashes, “Baby, believe me, you couldn’t pay me to have sex like that. I wanted to fuck you, the money was just a fun little fantasy.”

Levi felt his ego inflate at your confession, his own lazy smirk rolling off his lips, “Let me pay for your Uber at least.”

And so he did, walking you out to the car when it arrived. You were swallowed whole by his comfortable clothing, and he placed a sweet kiss to your lips before you ducked your head into the vehicle, closing the door behind you. The car drove off swiftly, and Levi dug his hands in his pockets, walking back inside the comfort of his home to take that much needed shower.

The usual neon lights greeted you as you spun around the pole the next evening, less customers this time. You were feeling the undeniable soreness of your throat and center as you twirled around. Thankful for full coverage foundation to hide the bruises and marks littered across your entire body, no one had questioned why you were walking with such a limp. Well, aside from your favorite security guard.

“You’re off your game tonight,” Connie noted as you placed your sore body onto the bar stool. “Any reason why you can’t sit fully down without wincing?”

You flicked a unamused glance his way, “Any reason why you’re being so fucking nosy?”

“Just wondering why that guy left with last night has been following you around the club all night is all,” Connie took a swig from his beer mug, eyes batting to point behind you. “Hm, yes, very strange.”

You rolled your eyes, turning your head in the direction of his gaze. Your breath caught in your throat as Levi strided cooly over to you, a small smirk on his handsome face. He ordered a whiskey neat over the counter next to you, and cleared his throat as he finally looked into your eyes.

“Thought I’d actually get to catch your dance this time,” Levi greeted. “Y’know, since I missed it last night.”

You heard Connie snort obnoxiously, and your eyes threw daggers in warning. Connie threw his hands up to mock surrender, taking his drink and walking away. You returned your attention to the ravenette beside you, “Just couldn’t stay away, could you?”

“Just couldn’t get you off my mind,” his eyes trailed to the pout of your lips. “When does your shift end?”

“In a few hours, why?”

“I wanna’ see what kind of place a girl like you can afford,” he smirked. “Maybe get a private dance this time.”

“You do pay pretty well,” you flirted, trailing your fingers up to the collar of the fashionable black sweater. “Guess it wouldn’t hurt.”

“I’ll make it worth the pain,” Levi breathed out cockily, swiping his thumb over the swell of your bottom lip. “Wouldn’t want to get out of here now, would’ya?”

“I guess I could for the right price,” you parted your lips, lightly biting down on the tip of his digit.

Levi didn’t respond, instead he grabbed your wrists and led you impatiently out the door. You’d text Connie later and have him hold your tips until your next shift. You had a very important client to dance for.

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☆*:.｡.o Masterlist o.｡.:*☆

♡♡♡categorized by fandom, character, and then male/female readers ♡♡♡

also, this is my omegaverse au breakdown

* - ☆ - .: KEY :. - ☆ - *

* means nsfw themes (from limes to smut)

** means A/B/O universe

*** any other au besides canon (ex: soulmate au, modern au, etc.)

(XX) means format is jacked but you can still read it

Harry Potter

Harry Potter - male readers:

Harry Potter X Male!Reader - stolen show.

Harry Potter X Male!Reader X Draco Malfoy - war.

Harry Potter X Male!Reader - always wanted you. **

Ron Weasley - male readers:

Ron Weasley X Male!Reader - are you sure?.

Ron Weasley X Male!Reader - whoops. *

Severus Snape - male readers:

Severus Snape X Male!Reader - studying. *

Severus Snape X Male!Professor!Reader - from ilvermorny. *

Severus Snape X Male!Reader - suppressant. * ** (nsfw and A/B/O)

Severus Snape X Male!Reader - drawn to. **

Draco Malfoy - male readers:

Draco Malfoy X Male!Reader - the one.**

Draco Malfoy X Male!Reader - suddenly.

Draco Malfoy X Male!Reader - you left.

Harry Potter X Male!Reader X Draco Malfoy - war.

Sirius Black - male readers:

Sirius Black X Male!Reader - approval. *

Tom Riddle - male readers:

Tom Riddle X Male!Reader - power. *(not really sexual themes but very suggestive)

Tom Riddle X Male!Reader - caught. *

Remus Lupin - male readers:

Remus Lupin X Male!Reader - i’ll never go.

Haikyuu

Kuroo Tetsurou - male readers:

Kuroo Tetsurou X Male!Ballet Dancer!Reader - special.

Kuroo Tetsurou X Male!Reader - can we fall.

Tanaka Ryuunosuke - male readers:

Tanaka Ryuunosuke X Male!Reader - feelings. **

Lev Haiba - male readers:

Lev Haiba X Male!Reader - perfectly. * ** (nsfw and A/B/O)

Iwaizumi Hajime - male readers:

Iwaizumi Hajime X Male!Barista!Reader - java chips. ***

Chikara Ennoshita - female readers:

Chikara Ennoshita X Reader - truth.

Tsukishima Kei - female readers:

Tsukishima Kei X Reader - her hand. ***

Ambiguous gender:

Tsukishima Kei X Gender Neutral!Reader - shock. ***

Yuri!!! On Ice

Yuri Pilsetsky - female readers:

Yuri Pilsetsky X Reader - the ballet dancer

Kuroko No Basuke

Takao Kazunari - male readers:

Takao Kazunari X Male!Reader X ??? - can’t you see. **

Aomine Daiki - male readers:

Aomine Daiki X Male!Reader - it’s you. **

female readers:

Rock Star!Aomine Daiki X Groupie!Reader - pop princess. ***

Kuroko Tetsuya - female readers:

Kuroko Tetsuya X Reader - what lessons become.

Prince!Kuroko Tetsuya X Reader - the book of life. *** (edited and revamped)

Kagami Taiga - female readers:

Kagami Taiga X Reader - the little things.

X-Men

Nightcrawler | Kurt Wagner - male readers:

Nightcrawler X Male!Reader - beauty.

Avengers / Marvel

Tony Stark - male readers:

Tony Stark X Male!Reader - a little fun. *

Bruce Banner - male readers:

Bruce Banner X Male!Reader - the baker.

T’Challa - male readers:

T’Challa X Male!Reader - kitten. [pt. 1]

Supernatural

Dean Winchester - male readers:

Dean Winchester X Male!Reader - soundproofing pt 1. * ** (nsfw and A/B/O)

Dean Winchester X Male!Reader - soundproofing pt 2. * ** (nsfw and A/B/O)

Sam Winchester - male readers:

Sam Winchester X Male!Reader - remember me. *

BBC Sherlock

Sherlock Holmes - male readers:

Sherlock Holmes X Male!Reader - interesting.

The Hobbit - The Lord of The Rings

Thranduil - male readers:

Thranduil X Male!Elf!Reader - home. pt 1.

Thranduil X Male!Elf!Reader - home. pt 2. *

Tokyo Ghoul

Uta - male readers:

Uta X Male!Disabled!Ghoul!Reader - changed.

female readers:

Uta X Ghoul!Reader - daisies.

Uta X Ghoul!Reader - bitter holidays.

Uta X Ghoul!Reader - TGIF. * (kinda nsfw but not really)

Tsukiyama Shuu - female readers:

Tsukiyama Shuu X Muse!Reader - inspire. ***

male readers:

Tsukiyama Shuu X Male!Ghoul!Reader - bloodletting * **

Kaneki Ken - female readers:

Kaneki Ken X Human!Reader - a chance.

Kaneki Ken X Human!Reader - the book store.

Hetalia

England - male readers:

2p!England X Male!Shota!Reader - boyish looks. ***

female readers:

England X Nanny!Reader - so much more. *** (XX)

Teacher!England X Trouble-Maker!Reader - die young. ***

England X France’s Sister!Reader - alright.

Writer!England X Reader - untitled. *** (drabble/short)

France - male readers:

France X Male!Reader - yes, and?. ***

Prince!France X Male!Reader - loving you. *** (has fem version under similar name)

female readera:

Pirate!France X Reader - settling down. ***

America X Reader X France - bite pt 1. ***

America X Reader X France - bite pt 2. ***

Prince!France X Princess!Reader - let me love you. *** (has male version under similar name)

France X Reader - romeo and juliet. ***

France X Reader - chemistry. ***

France X Blind!Reader - simple happiness. *** (XX)

America - male readers:

2p!America X Male!Reader - missing frosting. ***

female readers:

America X Iceland!Reader - date?

America X Reader X France - bite pt 1. ***

America X Reader X France - bite pt 2. ***

America X Reader - humor me. ***

Germany - male readers:

Germany X Male!Reader - spilled coffee. ***

female readers:

Germany X Reader - blankets

Germany X Italy!Reader - beds.

Russia - female readers:

Russia X Reader - too late.

Russia X Suicidal!Self-Harm!Reader - only scars.

Russia X Step-Sister!Reader - loners together. * (not full nsfw but kinda there)

Japan - female readers:

Drunk!Japan X Drunk!Reader - loosen up. * *** (nsfw and modern au)

Canada - female readers:

Canada X Popular!Reader - striving. *** (XX)

Scotland - female readers:

Scotland X Reader- to dubai and back. ***

Denmark - female readers:

Denmark X Reader - winter wonderland

Romano - female readers:

Romano X Reader - sadness is deadly.

Romano X Reader - the art of expanding. * (and kinda nsfw..)

Prussia - female readers:

Prussia X Reader - the jellyfish exhibit. ***

Sweden - female readers:

Sweden X Depressed!Reader - worth it. ***

Poland - female readers:

Punk!Poland X Reader - unexpected. ***

Turkey - female readers:

Turkey X Reader - from the beginning to a new start. ***

Multi characters - female readers:

Various X Reader - fortune. * (not the type of nsfw u r thinking)

Attack on Titan

Levi Ackerman - male readers:

Levi X Erwin’s Brother!Reader - tease. pt 1.

female readers:

Apep!Levi X Maat!Reader - organized chaos. ***

Levi X Reader - a new chapter. ***

Levi X Tall!Reader - height.

Levi X Reader - boiling anger.

Levi X Shy!Reader - just a set up?

Jean Kirschstein - female readers:

Jean X Reader - get high. ***

Jean X Reader - the broken and the blind.

Jean X Reader - medium ***

Jean X Reader- bad day just got a little better. *

Punk!Jean X Reader - someone needed. ***

Eren Jeager - female readers:

??? X Reader X Eren - not always as they seem. ***

Bertolt Hoover - female readers:

Bertolt X Titan Shifter!Reader - done. ***

Armin Alert - female readers:

Armin X Reader - broken.

Armin X Reader - tie you down.

Armin X Reader - a night to remember. *

Reiner Braun - female readers:

Reiner X Reader- the funny thing is. * *** (nsfw and modern au)

Reiner X Reader - relaxing drinks. ***

Reiner X Innocent!Reader - questions. ***

Reiner X Reader - talk dirty to me. *

Annie Leonhardt - female readers:

Annie X Shy!Reader - beautiful fall.

Erwin Smith - female readers:

Erwin X Drunk!Reader - mutuals. *

Mystery pairing - female readers:

??? X Reader - the contortionist.

??? X Reader X Eren - not always what they seem.

Ouran High School Host Club

Kyoya Ootori - female readers:

Kyoya Ootori X Reader - late.

Prince!Kyoya Ootori X Reader - noon. ***

Ritsu Kasanoda - female readers:

Ritsu Kasanoda X Reader - repayment.

Takashi Morinozuka - female readers:

Takashi Morinozuka X Reader - without words

Takashi Morinozuka X Reader - for now.

Death Parade

Clavis- female readers:

Clavis X Arbiter!Reader - ten important things.

Ginti - female readers:

Ginti X Arbiter!Reader - just wondering.

Avatar The Last Airbender & The Legend of Korra

Sokka - male readers:

Sokka X Male!Reader - adventure.

Zuko - male readers:

Zuko X Male!Reader - through time.

female readers:

Zuko X Reader - soot. *

Tahno - female readers:

Tahno X Reader - soothe. ***

Tahno X Reader - not just a pretty face.

Katara - female readers:

Katara X Fire Bender!Reader - beautiful.

Black Butler

William T. Spears - male readers:

William T. Spears X Male!Reader - more.

female readers:

William T. Spears X Reaper!Reader - murder.

Grell - female readers:

Grell X Reaper!Reader - interesting.

Grell X Reaper!Reader - maybe again?

Sebastian - female readers:

Sebastian X Curvy!Reader - can’t handle this.*

Sebastian X Pole Dancer!Reader - exactly. ***

Sebastian X Reader - the dark.

Sebastian X Reader - waiting. *

male readers:

Sebastian X Male!Reaper!Reader - not like them.

Finnian - female readers:

Finnian X Reader - old friends. * (not nsfw u would think)

Pluto - female readers:

Pluto X Reader - for life. *

Baldroy - female readers:

Baldroy X Reader - get a room. *

Ciel Phantomhive - female readers:

Ciel X Mute!Reader - my light pt 1. (XX)

Ciel X Mute!Reader - my light pt 2.

Ciel X Chubby!Reader - flourishing.

Karneval

Yogi - female readers:

Yogi X Nurse!Reader - hate.

Kuragehime

Shuu Koibuchi - female readers

Shuu Koibuchi X Reader - the professor.

Shuu Koibuchi X Reader - here and now.

Tsukimi Kurashita - female readers:

Tsukimi X Reader - may i?.

Legend of Zelda

Link - female readers:

Link X Deaf!Reader - unusual.

#masterlist #reader insert #male reader

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