#rei is soft for levi

[levi-supreme]

Wow thanks tumblr for not notifying me when someone I follow posts, once again!! UGH! Anyway

How about grocery shopping with Levi? Once a week you go through the ads and coupons, trying to get what's on sale and actually plan, and go early trying to avoid everyone.

He's constantly saying no when you try to sneak things that aren't on the list. But then you pick up something he can't resist and he's like, "fine, you get ONE extra thing". Turns out you get like five extra things.

You spend a lot of time in the produce section. "Strawberries aren't even in season" you tell him when they wind up in the cart, cause those are more pricey then anything you picked up. "Yes but I'll make you dessert." And you're like oh, okay then.

Tells you to stop being a child and get off the end of the cart before he lets go and lets you fall. But you know he won't and laugh when he attempts to shake you off. "You're gonna get us kicked out of the grocery store, brat."

Hmm, what else??

Not the fluffiest fluff, but domestic fluff is my drug of choice!

Eliza please, any form of fluff with Levi is the best kind of fluff really 🥺 also, grocery shopping with Levi is the kind of domestic fluff I want in life urgh. Also this was meant for Fluffy Friday and it's already Saturday for me but whatever!!!

Warnings: Mentions of food and food brands!!! Also I'm sorry if you don't eat any of the food I'm listing out, or if you have allergies to them. Also I'm fking lactose intolerant but I'm just gonna mention 'milk' in general here XD

It was the day to do grocery shopping, and you and Levi were already prepared. Checking the extensive grocery list written by Levi, the both of you took a trolley and went on ahead.

"What's first on the list?" Levi asked despite knowing the grocery list by heart. You took out the long paper and recited the things off. Vegetables, toilet roll, fruits, milk, muesli, cereal, mixed nuts... the list was endless.

As the both of you did your grocery run, Levi constantly made sure everything on the list was checked and bought. You, however, were focused on getting snacks and other products on offer.

"Oh oh Levi, look, Ben & Jerry is having an offer!" You tapped Levi's arm when you passed the frozen products.

"No, we still have ice cream in the fridge," Levi pushed the trolley past the ice cream section without a second glance, glancing towards you and noticing you sulking.

"Levi, shall we get some tater tots? We can deep fry them using our new air fryer." You decided to try your luck again.

"No, it's not on the list."

As you continued sulking, Levi pushed the trolley and you two ended up at the dairy section. Levi was looking at the list once more, and then proceeded to look for some milk and cheese. Without Levi realising, you slipped away and took bags of chocolate from the snacks aisle, putting them into the trolley and pretended you didn't do anything.

"Why are there chocolates in the trolley?" Levi questioned you when he came back with two cartons of milk and cream cheese.

"Hmm? Oh, really? Wow. No idea. Maybe they had legs," you looked at the items Levi placed in the cart while Levi stared at you with a look of disbelief.

"And you except me to believe it? Own up, you brat." Levi frowned and came closer to you. "When did you sneak those bags of crap into the trolley? When I took the cheese?" You sheepishly stared at your feet.

"Aw, come on Levi! Where's the fun in grocery shopping if we aren't buying snacks and tidbits?" You gave Levi your best imitation of the puppy-eye and Levi soon relented, warning you that you can't take anymore snacks. You gleefully cheered, continuing to push the trolley as Levi walked on ahead. Reaching the fruits section, Levi contemplated hard between two different varieties of strawberries.

"They're so pricey," you made a face as Levi took two different packets of strawberries. One were a local produce and another was from overseas. Levi placed the local produce into the trolley. "They're not even in season."

"I'll make you something nice, okay?" Levi stroked your arm and pushed the trolley. "How does a no-bake strawberry cheesecake sound?" Your ears lit up and you nodded excitedly, running to grab some digestive biscuits.

As you two continued your grocery run, you decided to stand at the end of the trolley while Levi pushed, earning a few stares and giggles from passers-by. Levi rolled his eyes and tried to avoid the stares you were getting.

"Get off the trolley, or we're getting chased out," Levi muttered while taking a box of muesli. You ignored him, and climbed into the trolley instead, hanging your legs outside by the edge. "Oi, brat, get out. The trolley is for our stuff, not you." Levi stood next to the trolley with an arm full of items, frowning while you remained inside the trolley.

"If you're not getting out, I'm leaving you here." Levi turned and walked a few steps before feeling your arms hugging his waist tightly.

"Nah, you won't leave me here all alone, won't you, Levi?"

"Continue being bratty and I might," Levi sniggered and softly kissed your temple. "Come on, we have more stuff to get."

#postwarlevi.asks #rei.answers #levi #levi ackerman #snk levi #aot levi #levi fluff #levi ackerman fluff #levi.supreme #fluffy friday #rei is soft for levi #i took forever to do this i'm sorry

[two-white-butterflies]

F1 MASTERLIST

MAX VERSTAPPEN

that funny feeling - max verstappen soft-launches you.

do i wanna know? - max verstappen dates tony stark's daughter.

champion of the world - rumors spread around about you and max breaking up. (sainz!reader)

call it what you want - max verstappen proposes. (ricciardo!reader)

to keep me warm - he ends up dating a superstar. (singer!reader)

the last time - you wanted to be his priority, is that to much to ask? (indie-actress!reader)

invisible strong - (ex-driver!reader) (prema racing team principal!reader)

she's poison - your relationship is exposed and no one believes that max is dating you. (it-girl!reader)

down in florence, alabama - daniel ricciardo's sister gets cheated on by carlos sainz. she heals and dates max.

you won't forget me - max verstappen attends an event - coincidentally his ex girlfriend plays her new song.

monopoly go - he attacks you on monopoly. you find him on facebook. turns out he's hella famous.

blue bannisters - domestic bliss. (short)

FERRARI BOYS

i love you in the morning - charles leclerc and his racer girlfriend.

violets for roses - you break up then get back again. (neurosurgeon!reader)

jasmine wind - toto doesn't approve of your boyfriend. (wolff!reader)

they don't know about us - charles gets online hate. (singer!reader)

foolish one - your relationship gets exposed in the weirdest way. (verstappen!reader)

tolerate it - you break up with charles and date max.

no time to die - after a messy breakup with charles leclerc. you resort to feuding with him online. in where, he hates your guts.

archer - after a series of instagram posts - your ex-friend fabricates screenshots that almost end your career. (singer!reader) (reputation themed)

nothing else matters - the internet hates you

is it over now? - you reminisce about a relationship that wasn't meant to be.

who could ever leave me, darling? - carlos sainz supports you. (singer!reader)

lover boy - carlos gets jealous when someone hits on you. (lawyer!reader)

lucky one - you get attacked by paparazzi's and carlos goes into full protective mode. (actress!reader)

old money - carlos meets your parents, while twitter discovers your identity. (heiress!reader)

the last time - you date carlos after dating max. (actress!reader)

don't need no side chick - you release a song about him.

ibalik ang korona sa espanya - filipina reader who studies in UST.

we would've been - carlos sainz' childhood friend

smart sexy lacy - three years after that horrible breakup with charles leclerc; now you're dating his teammate. what happens when certain deals are levied upon you? will you follow through or go back to what you're used to?

three billion, you're the one - you create a song after breaking up with carlos. (singer!reader)

take her home - he meets a woman on the internet and dates her. (doctor!reader)

sparks - carlos sainz dates a girl that he used to babysit.

RANDOM

drug - toto wolff meets his girlfriend's parents. (horner!reader)

only a genius - toto wolff gets jealous. (actress!reader)

i love that man - toto wolff is dating an ex model.

what was i made for - you are toto wolff's ex wife, and the internet tries to push you back into each other's arms. (model!reader)

killer queen - the formula one grid love your food. (chef!reader)

i can see you - you try to keep the relationship a secret with daniel. (redbull-admin!reader)

mastermind - Ms. L/N turns to Mrs. L/N. In which, you ponder where you've been - and where you are now.

she's random - kimi raikkonen is dating the most unhinged girl in existence. (singer!reader)

beat poetry - kimi raikkonen dates a girl who's basically lana del rey. (singer!reader)

the most beautiful girl - after a decade long hiatus, you return with kimi as your husband.

hectic inside - lando norris finds love in monaco.

best friend - Lando has a crush on you, and everyone knows it.

Set in an au universe. I don't do smut in this, only fluff and blurbs. All scenes and blurbs that are written are not related to their real life - if by some reason, it seems related - that is coincidental. I don't tolerate sexualizing the f1 drivers.

I strictly do social media aus.

#f1 social media au #formula one social media au #max verstappen x reader #charles leclerc x reader #carlos sainz x reader

[bastardmandennis]

pretty when you cry (jonathan levy x fem!reader)

Summary: You don't mind being Jonathan's TA--until he makes a mistake that almost costs you your job, and you decide to confront him about it.

Word Count: 4.9k (i need help)

AO3

Warnings: SMUT, literally pure smut. afab reader, no y/n, lots of pet names, slight power imbalance (professor jonathan/TA reader), crying (sexually and normal), drinking, smoking, asthma/inhalers (loser), men crying begging whimpering etc, slight dom/sub vibes? ish?, oral (m&f receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), technically cheating (but imagine mira signed the divorce papers right away and isn't coming back at all, so technically not cheating? iffy), riding, dirty talk, coming untouched, im so bad at tagging things smh if i missed something pls let me know!

A/N: this is extremely niche and self-indulgent (i wrote this mostly for me and @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin tbh)--ty for indulging in the professor jonathan brainrot with me!! im so obsessed with this pathetic man. title comes from lana del rey’s song pretty when you cry (for obvious reasons). enjoy! xx

“I came here…I came here because you fucked me!” That gets his attention. He stubs the burning cigarette out on the counter, coughing wildly, eyes wide as he gestures to you in between wheezes. You spot his inhaler on the kitchen island next to you and hand it to him wordlessly. His ring finger is noticeably bare as he wraps his hand around the inhaler. He takes a deep breath, then another, slowly exhaling out into the silent kitchen. “Excuse me?” he says. Your cheeks burn.

After another long shitty day in a long shitty week, all you wanted to do was get home at a reasonable time, maybe have a nice glass of wine and a bath, and not talk to anyone for the next 3-5 business days. Today happened to be the worst day of all–you’d just gotten called into the philosophy department chair’s office, where she scolded you for a mistake in the curriculum.

A mistake that wasn’t even yours.

As a teaching assistant, you usually got stuck with the grunt work that the professor didn’t feel like doing. Last year, for example, you’d gotten stuck working with a man so old he didn’t know where he was half the time. That’s tenure for you.

You thought this year would be different: new year, new professor, new group of anxious overachieving students. And it was different, but not necessarily better.

Because you’d gotten stuck TA-ing for Jonathan Levy, the most handsome, charismatic–and let’s be real, a little absent-minded–professor in the department–maybe even the whole school. 

You slunk out of the department chair’s office, cheeks blazing and heart pounding. One slip-up would’ve been bad enough, but this was technically your last straw. And if you got put on probation, or worse, kicked out, all because of Jonathan, you’d have to find some way to ruin his life in return. Tenure be damned. 

The thing is, he’s not a bad teacher, not at all. He shows up to every class with a big smile, already rambling about the latest topic of the day as he walks into the lecture hall. He’s passionate, if a little disheveled–the stereotypical professor archetype. He clearly loves what he does, and if you hadn’t seen the glint of a wedding band on his hand that first day, well…

But no, he’s off limits personally and professionally. And that made you want him even more. 

The thing is, he’s always so fucking oblivious to your attempts at flirting. Like the day you’d worn a short skirt to class, crossing and uncrossing your legs every time he looked in your direction, and he’d barely even looked at your bare legs. Or the night before Thanksgiving break, when you’d invited him to come out with some of your colleagues for a drink, letting your hand linger on the soft sweater covering his arm, and all he’d done was give you a goofy smile and mentioned wanting to leave early to beat the traffic.

So yeah, he wasn’t a bad guy, but he’s been clearly going through something these past few weeks. His normally rumpled clothes now look extremely disheveled, sometimes showing up two days a row in the same outfit. You’d never seen him look so hopeless, the way he raked his hand through his greying curls and mumbled vague instructions to the class about the test next week.

It wasn’t unusual for him to email you well into the early hours of the morning occasionally, sending a link to some journal he didn’t want to lose, an article he asked you to print out for class the next day. But something about this one lighting up your phone screen at 2am the morning before seemed extra…pathetic.

hey–can you handle class tmrw? not feeling good. attaching test for you. x j

It made you pause, this short misspelled email. You could usually expect a 3 paragraph minimum email from him, including a detailed report about how and why he wouldn’t be there tomorrow. This…this wasn’t right. But when you opened the attached word document with the test, everything looked normal. You had no reason to question it when you printed out the required 150 copies the next morning, when you handed out each one to a hall full of bleary-eyed students, when they shuffled to deposit the tests on your desk on the way out. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, even the next day when you’d left them in Jonathan’s office to grade. (Technically your job, but he liked to take his time writing detailed notes and explanations on why he was marking an answer wrong that you just hadn’t mastered yet.)

And yet, here you were after getting your entire ass handed to you by the department chair. The problem, according to her? Jonathan’s grading of the tests–it was inconsistent, vague, no sense or pattern to which answers he’d marked wrong or why. Enough students had complained–or rather, gotten their parents to complain, fucking trust fund kids–that she decided to investigate. And since it was supposed to be your job to grade tests, as the lowly TA, the punishment fell on your shoulders.

Bullshit.

Cheeks flaming, crumpled test in hand, you march down to Jonathan’s office, ready to semi-professionally rip him a new one for putting you in this position. His office was dark, empty–he rarely showed up to office hours on a good day, let alone with whatever’s been going on with him lately. Coward.

Before you could totally think it through, you reached for your phone and pulled up a new email. 

Where are you right now? Need to talk to you. 

You wait, pacing around the crowded office, not wanting to stop and let your anger fade. If he wasn’t such a control freak, if you’d been able to grade the tests like you were supposed to, this wouldn’t have happened. 

A silver picture frame lays face down on the desk, and you pick it up carefully. You’ve seen it before–a picture of Jonathan and his wife Mira on their wedding day. She’s wearing some (objectively hideous) mermaid style gown, but he looks…so good. His hair is slightly shorter in the picture, less grey, a light stubble grazing his jaw instead of the full beard he wears now. His eyes are crinkled as he smiles at her–the same way he looks at you sometimes. You swallow back the sudden nausea and flip the frame back over.

Finally your phone pings with a new message:

home today. can this wait? 

No, it absolutely cannot. 

You’re around the desk and sitting in his scratchy office chair before you realize it, leaning over to type in his computer password (Ava123, of course) and quickly finding his name and address on the department directory. If he didn’t have time to talk to you here, well, you’d show up and make him make time.

It’s quiet as you navigate the backroads to his house, whistling to yourself when it comes into view. There’s his beat-up Subaru in the driveway, so at least he wasn’t lying about being home. You park across the street, letting your car shudder to a stop and marching up to the front door before you can change your mind.

You lay your finger on the doorbell once, then again when there’s no answer. It’s a cute little neighborhood, very quiet. You shiver in the late February air, realizing you left your coat in Jonathan’s office on your way over. Fuck it. You pound your fist against the door, abandoning all sense of subtlety.

Finally you hear signs of life inside–the creak of wooden stairs, a low fuck, shit, when he bangs into something, and he’s talking as he flings open the front door.

“Mira, I said–oh.”

The fight leaves your body immediately upon seeing him. He looks flustered, even more so than usual. You’ve never seen him this casual in a crewneck UMass sweatshirt and grey sweatpants. His socks have little rubber ducks on them. It feels weirdly intimate, like you shouldn’t be seeing him like this right now, this man you’ve never seen in no less than four different layers no matter what time of year.

You clear your suddenly dry throat. “Professor Levy, sorry, I–I have to talk to you. Is this, um, is this a bad time?”

“Bad time?” He chuckles sarcastically, gesturing to his outfit, his wild hair even fluffier than usual. His glasses sit crooked on the end of his nose. “I can’t think of a better time. Come on in.”

After a slight hesitation you do, stepping over various toddler shoes and toys scattered around the entryway. He doesn’t say anything as you follow him to the kitchen, searching through the cluttered drawers for a lighter and a half-opened pack of cigarettes. You didn’t even know he smoked–seems ironic for someone with bad asthma, but you bite your tongue and try not to make a joke to fill the uncomfortable silence. He gestures the pack to you, offering, shrugging when you shake your head. He cracks the back door slightly and inhales deeply, letting the heavy smoke flow out into the night air.

“So,” he says through a cough. “What’s–why are you here? Sorry, that was rude but I’m just a little confused.”

You watch his arms curl around himself, the way his biceps bulge even through his bulky sweatshirt, and suddenly you can’t remember why you’re mad. Oh right, the tests.

“Professor, I just–”

“Jonathan, please,” he quickly says. “You’re in my house, I think you’ve earned the right to be on a first-name basis.”

“Okay. Jonathan.” you begin again. 

You don’t know why you’re suddenly nervous–you’ve had so many conversations with him before, able to go toe-to-toe with him in any of the many arguments you find yourself in. So why is standing here in his house that smells so much like him, so cozy and smoky and a little papery, watching him smoke in his comfy clothes, make you want to turn and run?

“I came here…I came here because you fucked me!”

That gets his attention. He stubs the burning cigarette out on the counter, coughing wildly, eyes wide as he gestures to you in between wheezes. You spot his inhaler on the kitchen island next to you and hand it to him wordlessly. His ring finger is noticeably bare as he wraps his hand around the inhaler. He takes a deep breath, then another, slowly exhaling out into the silent kitchen.

“Excuse me?” he says. Your cheeks burn.

“Not like that, I mean–” you remember the test in your bag and pull it out, slapping it down on the island. He squints and fumbles for his glasses, tucking them behind his ears as he peers down at the jumbled writing. You can smell the cigarette smoke clinging to him as he leans in your space, reading the paper on the counter.

“Oh,” he says. He rubs a hand over his scruffy jaw sheepishly, looking up at you through dark lashes. “I see. Did Sandra give you a hard time?”

Oh? That’s all he has to say? You feel the fire return from earlier, remember why exactly you were mad at him in the first place, with everything at stake for you. Of course he wasn’t worried–it wasn’t his ass on the line for this kind of fuckup.

“Yeah, you could say that.” You don’t try to hide the bitterness from your voice. “She–she wants to put me on probation, Jonathan. Said enough parents complained, big donors, and if one more threatened to pull their donation I’d be done–”

“Hey, hey, hey.” He steps closer, reaching a hesitant hand out to cover yours where it’s gripping the edge of the counter. His thumb smooths over your knuckles, back and forth, back and forth. “I’ll talk to Sandra, don’t worry about it, okay honey? They’re not getting rid of you that easy, huh?”

You manage a watery smile. His eyes are so warm, crinkled up in the corners as he looks at you. His thumb comes to nudge your chin up and you smile, and then he’s stepping away and clearing his throat. You miss his warmth immediately.

Now you’re embarrassed–he probably thinks you’re crazy, showing up at his house over something so simple. But he just looks at you, reaching up to push his glasses back up on his nose.

“Thank you Prof–Jonathan,” you say. Maybe you’re imagining the way his eyes darken when you say his name. Just a trick of the light, the way his eyes seem to linger on your nipples poking through your thin impractical t-shirt. Or…maybe not, if the way he shifts until he’s standing right in front of you again is any indication.

“You, um. You want a drink, or something?” he husks. “Came all the way out here, right? Let me—I was just about to pour myself a glass of wine. Want one?”

“I shouldn’t really, we have an early class tomorrow I have to get ready for…”

He scoffs. Finds two glasses in the cabinet, pouring a generous amount into each from the open bottle of red wine on the counter. He hands one to you, and when you don’t immediately take it, wraps his hand around your fingers to make you hold it. His hand is so warm and covers yours completely.

“I have it on good authority,” he says, “that class will be canceled tomorrow, anyway.”

You take a long sip, mostly to hide the smile pulling your lips. His eyes never leave yours as he drinks his own wine, watching you watch the pull of his throat as he swallows. Again you realize the finger usually wearing his wedding band is bare, a little sad looking. Just like him.

“So…how’s Mira?” you say gently.

His expression tightens, eyebrows pulling together as he scoffs.

“Don’t really know,” he says. “She, ah…left me. A week ago, now.” His Adam’s apple bobs as he chokes the words out.

“Jonathan, I’m–fuck, I’m so sorry,” you place your hand on his, unsure how to comfort him properly.

He shrugs, sniffs a little and turns so you can’t see the tears in his eyes. “Yeah, well. It’s been over for a while. I should’ve known when she stopped wanting to…” he clears his throat again. “Sorry you don’t, you don’t need to hear about this.”

Another tear slips out and you reach out before he can, bumping the edge of his glasses as you wipe it off. He’s silent, barely moving, and then he leans into your touch even more with a low groan. 

“You know the best way to get over her?” you ask suddenly. He blinks more tears away and stares at you, uncomprehending. Heart pounding, you take his hand and lead him to the stairs, arousal growing with every step you take. He doesn’t resist, letting you direct him upstairs, down the hall to a big bedroom with an even bigger bed in the middle of the room. 

One side of the covers are turned down, rumpled and thrown off. On the nightstand is the book he assigned for class next week–you know if you opened it, it’d be covered in nearly incomprehensible scribbles, post-its, half thoughts only he could figure out. You’d had to decipher his chicken scratch more than once.

Jonathan is silent as you examine the room, doesn’t say anything when you find your way into the walk-in closet. One side is almost completely bare, just a few dresses strewn across the floor. You step over them, ignoring the low noise he makes, and run your fingers across the sweaters hung up neatly on the other side, the brown corduroy pants you recognize immediately, the ones that have no business making his ass look that good. It’s not what you expected–the room, the closet, the bathroom–they’re all clean and tidy to the point of feeling sterile.

He’s leaning against the door jamb when you emerge from the closet. He clears his throat once. “What are you–I mean–”

“Do you or do you not want to fuck me right now?” you say, just to watch the flush spread across his cheeks, the way he shifts in place. He doesn’t look up until you move to stand right in front of him. The steady thrum of arousal you always feel around him, the one you’ve managed to push down and ignore out of respect for his wife, for your career and his, spreads unchecked like a wildfire.

“Of course, honey,” he whispers, rubbing at his watery eyes with a thick finger and you rub your thighs together.

Heart racing, you tell him get on the bed, and he scrambles to listen, perching on the rumpled side of the bed, the one he’s clearly been sleeping on, but that’s not what you want.

“No,” you say, and he freezes, apology already on his lips. “The whole bed.”

Something passes through his eyes, darkening until they look almost black in the low light of the room. He flips the other side of the covers down without hesitation, and when he leans back in the middle of the bed you can see the growing outline of his cock through his sweatpants. 

His eyes follow you as you stand at the foot of the bed, hands fisting the sheets as you run a hand under your own shirt, lifting it up an inch, then two, before dropping it down again. He groans, low and deep, and you feel a little thrill at the noise, how wrecked he looks already. He’s so easy.

“Take your glasses off,” you instruct, and even before you finish speaking he’s pulling them off and setting them gently on the nightstand. Just waiting for you to tell him what to do next. His throat bobs with a hard swallow. 

“Lean back and don’t move. If you do, I’m gonna stop, okay?” He looks dazed but nods, fisting his hands by his side in the sheets to keep them there. 

You quickly shed your jeans and t-shirt, ignoring the whine in his throat when he sees your exposed skin, the light fabric of your panties already damp with want, and crawl up to settle in between his spread legs. For a moment you sit there, not sure what you want to do next. Would he let you sit on his face? Slip a finger or two inside you until you’re dripping, begging for him to fuck you? No, tonight should be about him first, you decide quickly. 

You scratch your nails through his beard and he hums, leaning into your touch. He doesn’t move as you take his face between your hands, keeps his hands to his side until you shift forward until you’re hovering over the bulge in his sweatpants. He throws his head back with a low thunk against the headboard, gripping your sides with his warm hands as he tries to pull you down, closer to where he’s hard and aching.

“Jonathan,” you say mock-sternly and his eyes fly open immediately. You shake your head, lifting yourself up and back over to the end of the bed and he panics, hands scrabbling at the empty air.

“No c’mon, I’ll be good, come back–can you just, just touch me please, honey?”

His face is flushed, chest heaving as he watches you settle by his feet again. He’s still wearing those damn socks. His breath catches once but when you look up in alarm he smiles, gives you a thumbs up. What a loser.

“I think you’ll like this better, though,” you whisper. “Take your shirt off.”

And he does, whipping it off into the corner of the room before you can say anything else. His chest glints with sweat as he leans back again, breathing heavily. You run your fingers down his stomach, through the light trail of hair that disappears into his sweats and he groans, bucking his hips up. 

Your fingers run under the waistband of his pants slowly, a barely-there brush of fingers that he tries to buck up into again. You push him down, holding him to the bed by his hips and he just lets you. It’s hotter than it should be.

“Are you gonna be good and stay still?” you ask. He nods quickly and you smile at him, ignoring the stickiness between your thighs. You pull down the waistband of his pants and to your surprise his cock bobs up, ruddy and thick and already leaking precum.

“Commando, really? What–were you jerking off before I got here, is that why you were too busy to talk to me?” He doesn’t say anything, averting his eyes from your knowing glance. “Holy shit, you were. What were you thinking about?”

He doesn’t answer right away so you drag your fingers lightly over the sticky head of his cock, and that gets his attention, the words spilling out almost uncontrollably. “I don’t know, you–shit no, I mean. Fu-uck, please.”

You let him push his hips up into your hand once, twice, and then you’re pushing him back down, cutting off his protest when you lower your head down, licking the salt and precum off your hand before you wrap it around him. You let your tongue run over the pulsing vein as he chants please please fuck please. 

“Were you thinking about this? About me with your cock in my mouth, on my knees for you?” and before he can answer you take his length in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks just to hear him whine, jacking what you can’t take in your mouth. His hands grip the sheets, his own thighs, hovering like he wants to grab your head so you let him, guiding his hand to the back of your head as you move up and down, taking him further and further into your mouth until you’re swallowing around him. 

He groans, trying to move his hips up and you push him down even harder, pulling back to suck light little kisses up and down his cock instead. He’s whining now, loud in the quiet house, pulling your hair and panting, practically wheezing. You’re just leaning over to take him in again, letting your breath fan over the thick head, but before you can even do anything he’s tensing up, a low groan spilling from his mouth as he comes, untouched. 

A little string of saliva follows when you finally pull back, and he stares as you wipe your thumb across your cheek, pushing the string of come there into your mouth. His face is red as he watches you sit back on your heels, dick limp and twitching against his stomach.

“Fuck, are you okay? I’m sorry–it’s, uh, it’s been awhile. Clearly.” He rubs a hand over his face, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. He coughs again, breathes out sharply and then fumbles for the inhaler tucked into the nightstand. 

“Was it everything you dreamed about?” you joke, settling yourself over his thighs, linking your arms behind his neck. He huffs out a quiet laugh and runs his hands over your sides, stopping when you push yourself forward, letting your bare breasts drag against his chest. His hands are unsure, lingering as he grabs your hips, rubbing his thumbs over the panties you’re still wearing.

“Not exactly,” he says, and when you start to protest he tightens his grip, quickly adding, “no I mean, of course, you’re–fuck, you’re amazing–but I wanted to do this properly. Wanted to get my mouth on you first.”

The thought of his mouth on you, taking you apart, letting his beard scratch up your inner thighs–it makes you even wetter than you were before and you try to be subtle about the way you’re shifting around in his lap but it’s clearly not working, if the groan he gives is any indication. You can feel him, half-hard and growing when you grind yourself against him. 

“Already?” you gasp, somewhat impressed with his recovery time, and he gives you a shy smile and a shrug. His fingers drag down lower, snapping the side of your underwear and you rise up, shucking them off as he kicks his sweatpants down until you’re both fully naked.

“Will you let me touch you please? Can I get my mouth on you, please, been thinkin’ about it all night, since you walked into my office that first day of class, shit, you’re so pretty, please–”

You cut him off with a kiss, running your hands through his messy hair and he groans into your open mouth, a little rumbling thing you can feel as you kiss down his throat, his shoulder, and then he stops you with a hand to your chin, pulling you back up to look at him. He scoots back, dragging you with him as he settles back on the bed, grabbing a pillow from her side of the bed to place under his head and looking up at you expectantly where you’re waiting, holding yourself up over his stomach.

“Sit on my face,” he murmurs. “Please, will you? Let me make you feel good, c’mon.”

All the air leaves your body in a rough exhale–maybe you need his stupid inhaler this time. “Y-yeah,” you rasp, and then you’re shuffling up his body, hovering over his face until he grunts and wraps a hand around each thigh, pulling you down to where he’s waiting.

You’re right–his beard does burn, tickling the insides of your thighs as he mouths sloppy kisses there, nipping randomly until he pulls you down, again, letting you settle right over his warm mouth. 

He’s good, licking up into you with an intensity you’ve never felt, fucking his tongue in and out until you’re groaning, gripping the headboard and grinding your hips down for more more more–so greedy. His nose nudges your clit lightly, not enough to do anything until you lean forward even more, pressing yourself against him. He groans and you feel it through your body, where you’re dripping onto him, moving even faster against his mouth. Your thighs begin to shake, pleasure coiling in your stomach, and then he nudges your clit again, licking hard and you’re done, coming hard into his mouth as he guides your hips over and over until you finally push him away, too sensitive.

“Holy shit,” you gasp when you see him, beard drenched, eyes hooded as he stares back at you, chest hitching and stuttering with his heavy breaths. 

“Yeah?” he murmurs, yanking your body down until you’re rocking against his cock, hard and thick and just what you need. He tips his chin up to look at you with a soft smile as you press small kisses over his ear, his beard, the tip of his nose until he’s whining please please please.

“What do you want? Gotta use your words,” you murmur, reaching behind you to grab his cock. He’s still slippery with come and you run your hand up and down him slowly, ignoring the way he pushes his hips up, how his fingers dig in the spaces above your hip bones.

“Please sweetheart, lemme fuck you, ’s all I think about–you’re so pretty I just wann-ah shit, wanna–” he’s panting again, breath catching in a wheeze, and you reach down to clasp your palm over his mouth just to get him to shut up–the last thing you need is for him to have a fucking asthma attack right now. His whine is muffled and tears are forming in the corner of his eyes as you carefully grab his throbbing cock, steadily leaking precum, and position yourself over it. You just hover there for a second, letting him feel the heat of you, how wet you are, and his head jerks back beneath your palm, tears rolling down his temples.

And then you’re sinking down slowly, letting you both feel the stretch, his eyes wide as he watches the slow glide, the way you envelope him so completely. It’s so good and you just sit there for a second, adjusting to the way he feels, forgetting about your hand over his mouth until he mumbles something. His hands are gripping the covers again, the sheets a mess with both of your come, and you feel a perverse sense of satisfaction at the sight.

“What?” 

“Can you p-please move, so tight, ’m not gonna last.” He breaks off into a groan when you lean forward, changing the angle until your clit presses right into his pubic bone, hips bucking uncontrollably when you rake your nails down his chest, watching the red marks appear with satisfaction. Mine now.

You hush him, wiping the stray tear from his face as you roll your hips slowly, keeping your hands pressed against his chest in warning when he tries to move too quickly. He’s thick inside you and you shift minutely, letting him rub against the spot you like, the one that has you clenching around him with a low moan.

He smiles when you gasp, murmuring right there, honey?, and all you can do is nod, chasing the growing tension as you try to keep moving at a steady pace. You feel your legs wobbling, tired now, and he grunts, shoving his hips up up up and all you can do is hold on and let him. He reaches for your clit with his thumb, rubbing lightly until you feel yourself tense up, pleasure zinging through your body until you finally explode, hips stuttering over him as your muscles lock up. 

You try to catch your breath, getting ready to move again, to let him finish until he stops you, face red again. Then you finally notice the trickle of come seeping out from where you’re still connected, his cock slowly softening, and you lift yourself off and flop down next to him. It’s silent, the harsh rasp of his breathing prompting you to roll over and look at him but he’s already looking at you, eyes soft as he pushes a stray piece of hair out of your face. 

“Thank you,” he says softly, and you shrug. 

“Don’t thank me yet,” you say. “I’m still ratting you out to Sandra tomorrow.”

He laughs softly, a little wheeze that has you smiling. “Fair enough.”

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masterlist here

#jonathan levy x reader #jonathan levy fic #jonathan levy smut #scenes from a marriage fic #just look at that gif and tell me u dont want to see him cry. RIGHT. #didnt tag anyone else bc i didnt know who else would be into this besides me and angela LOL #ok goodnight #lexi writes things

[lolitakirstein]

Tender!Levi

bro, i came up with these insane headcanons for Levi while I was listening to Lana Del Rey.

CW: One is slightly nsfw i guess

Tender!Levi enjoys soft indie music because he can't stand loud sounds. He playfully scolds you when you crank up your heavy rock music

Tender!Levi owns a record player and has an organized shelf with TONS of vinyl, in alphabetical order of course

Tender!Levi he likes deep female vocals because they remind him of his mother. He can't recall what her normal speaking voice sounded like because too often as a child all he remembers is her cries for help. But he remembers her singing voice. How she would hold him to her chest, how he could feel the vibrations of each note as she sang to him.

Tender!Levi loves breasts. But not in a sexual way, more in an admiring way. How amazing his lover's body can be to be able to provide for his offspring. He often stands in amazement as he watches his child fill its tiny belly and fall 10x more in love with his you. it's one of the most beautiful things he's witnessed. How comforting it is for him to nuzzle into your breast. Another reminder for him of his mothers warm embrace in the cold world they had been put in.

Tender!Levi also loves hands and caresses. He loves to trace your palms with his fingertips and up along your arm, leaving goosebumps in his wake. He loves grazing your delicate collarbone, your soft stomach, your curves, and your scars.

Tender!Levi speaking of hands, the man is constantly moisturizing his and keeps a tube of it in his pocket

Tender!Levi also carries chapstick (cherry flavored just for you ;))

#levi smut #levi ackerman #aot imagines #levi ackerman imagines #levi imagine #levi headcanon #levi x reader #levi x you #levi ackerman fluff #levi ackerman drabble #aot fanfiction #aot x reader #aot oneshots #levi oneshot #levi x y/n #levi x fem!reader #aot headcanons

[hoejosatoru]

your faves written by my faves

I believe all anime men can be categorized by if they were written by Taylor Swift, Lana Del Rey, or Ethel Cain. 

Characters: jujutsu kaisen, haikyuu, chainsaw man, tokyo revengers, demon slayer, attack on titan, hunter x hunter, buddy daddies, MHA, hell’s paradise

CW for suggestive content, toxic relationship for Ethel Cain category. All characters are time skip as applies (ex Tokyo rev/haikyuu). MDNI 

Written by Taylor Swift

Sweet & Romantic. The boy next-door type. Friends to lovers vibe. The type to throw rocks at your window and get you to sneak out just to watch the stars. Writes you letters. So many of each other’s firsts. Feels like a fairytale. Can range from a soft and gentle love to one that's fast and exciting, depending on person/situation. Always holds your hand when walking. A strong, healthy relationship. Would literally rather die than upset you. Buys you flowers. Sends you songs he thinks you’ll love. Calls you sweetheart, baby, my love. Loved by your friends and family. Makes you believe in love.

Yuta Okkotsu, Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Denji (I swear once he calms down a lil he’d be a great partner), Takemichi, Mitsuya, Hakkai, Chifuyu, Kazutora, Shinichiro, Hinata Shoyo, Nishinoya, Tanaka, Akaashi, Bokuto, Kageyama, Osamu, Iwaizumi, Oikawa, Kenma, 99% of the haikuu cast unless listed elsewhere, Giyu, Rengoku, Jean, Connie, Armin, Kurapika, Leorio, Kazuki, Hawks

“Can I tell you a secret?” your best friend asks. You’re laying out on a blanket, watching the stars. You look at him, admiring how they twinkle in his eyes.

“Of course.” 

“I think I love you.” He looks at you then, filling your chest with warmth. You’ve waited for him to say those words for so long, to name what has always existed between you.

“Can I show you what I think?” He nods eagerly. You lean in, pressing your lips to his. It is everything you always hoped it would be. He smiles into your kiss. “I think I love you, too.”

Written by Lana Del Rey

Sensual & Intense. Bad boy or hard exterior, but soft on the inside. Likes showing you off, but hates when other men look at you. Always has a hand on your lower back. Possessive, but in a controlling way. Dress slutty I can fight type. And he means it he will fuck anyone up for you. Makes you feel safe. Most likely to have a scandalous type of relationship (like an age gap, he has a bad reputation, etc). Probably has some sorta vice (smoking/drinking/fighting). High sex drive, he just can’t resist you :(. Probably has a daddy kink or is a dom (mostly soft/pleasure). Calls you princess, angel, pretty girl. Sometimes the relationship can be toxic, but you know the foundation is built on love. 

Draken, Mikey, Ran, Rindou, Wakasa, Baji, Taiju, Inui, Koko, Sanzu, Izana, Kakucho, basically all of tokyo rev unless listed elsewhere, Rei, Toji, Geto, Gojo, Nanami, Suna, Terushima, Atsumu, Ushijima, Coach Ukai, Aki, Kishibe, Tengen, Obanai, Sanemi, Akaza, Levi, Eren, Reiner, Zeke, Aizawa, Gabimaru, Yamada Asaemon Shion, Tenza

“Come ‘ere baby,” he calls to you. He’s been eyeing you in that little sundress all night and his will power has run thin. You stand between his legs, looking down at him with a soft smile. The setting sun twinkles against the chain around his neck, making him look extra handsome. His large hand is on the back of your thigh, sliding up higher and higher and- you gasp his name and he squeezes your ass under your dress.

“People are gonna see!” you whisper yell, gesturing to all your friends mingling in your backyard. He has a lazy smile on his face as he rubs circles on your inner thigh.

“Don’t care,” he says, “Can’t resist my pretty girl anymore.”

Written by Ethel Cain

Toxic & Addictive. A waling red flag, but baby you are color blind. You know you shouldn’t, but there’s just something about him. He’s addictive. Super possessive and controlling. Always has his hands on you. Leaves bruises. Most likely to be a criminal or something darker. Would kill for you. Swears he loves you and that's why he acts so crazy. Honestly brings out the crazy in you too. Super high sex drive, wants you all the time. Hard dom. Calls you my girl when feeling nice, slut when he isn’t. Says my slut when he’s somewhere in between. Codependent. Fuck everyone but us type.

Sukuna, Douma, Hantengu clones, Muzan, Gyutaro, Hanma, Aza Chobe, Chrollo, Feitan, hisoka, illumi

He has your jaw in his hands, squeezing. Hard. There’s a twisted smile on his face, one that makes your heart race and your thighs rub together. 

“You know you can never leave me, right?” he questions you. Though you know it is no question right. “You’re mine. Forever.” His hips have you pinned to the bed as he licks up your neck.

“All yours,” you reply. And you mean it. You were two halves of a fucked up whole. You loved him even if it drove you crazy.

His hand goes down your pants. “Good girl.”

#how many men can I fit into one post #jjk hcs #jjk headcanons #tokyo revengers fanfiction #tokyo revengers hcs #tokyo revengers headcanons #chainsaw man headcanons #haikyu headcanons #haikyu hcs #hxh headcanons #aot headcanons #jujutsu kaisen hcs #demon slayer fic #demon slayer headcanons #hell's paradise smut #buddy daddies #draken drabble #gojo fanfic #geto hcs #bokuto headcanons #hinata headcanons #mikey headcanon #levi headcanons #too lazy to tag anymore

[thewritetofreespeech]

Hey babes, sooo I kinda wanna see how the demon brothers would be with a coquette lana del Rey/Lizzy grant fan girly, who dresses in like coquette and americana clothes when that's the opposite vibe of the Devildom 😭. This is a pretty vague request, I know and I apologize but I would appreciate it sm. Thank youu.

Obey me Boys + s/o in coquette fashion

Lucifer really has no opinion on what MC wears. As long as they are comfortable, and it follows the dress code of the academy when they are on campus, he doesn't really bother too much with what they wear. Mammon & Asmo have to most opinion on it. The self-claimed fashionistas of the family, they know that fashion always changes and is an expression of one’s self. Asmo adores all the bows & frills, while Mammon likes the short skirts. Levi loves it too as coquette fashion is pretty close to kawaii or manga fashion. So it's like MC is a walking manga character. Satan has no opinion on clothes but does prefer darker colors and more 'grown up' fashions. If he were being honest. Beel has a soft spot for anything cute, so he likes it. He blushes when they do little spins or whatnot to show off their skirt. Belphie doesn't really care but has some logistical questions on if they are cold. He hates being cold.

#;ask and ye shall receive (request answers) #[we're trying a new format!] #[let me know what you think] #obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me hc #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me levi x mc #obey me lucifer x mc #obey me mammon x mc #obey me satan x mc #obey me asmo x mc #obey me beel x mc #obey me belphie x mc #headcanons

[sparkywrites25]

Holder of the Hearts

Summary: You and Levi enjoy your new life with your baby daughter.

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Reader

Notes: This is for Rei's "Happy Birthday Levi" event.

Taglist: @ladycheesington @levi-supreme

"You have a big mouth, like your mother," Levi remarks as the baby yawns in his arms, reaching up with her fists, her entire face scrunching up.

"Oi, shut up," you play-grumble as you lower yourself onto the couch besides them, your husband and daughter. You place yours and Levi's teacups down on the table and shift backwards to make yourself more comfortable, tucking your legs beneath you as you lean into Levi's side. Smiling down at the baby, you reach to stroke her cheek.

"Where is the lie?" Levi retorts, his voice incredibly quiet and soft. Not something most people would be used to, outside of your family, but ever since he's been reading baby books, he's been trying to use a gentler tone when interacting with the baby. He was the same when she was just a growing bump, especially in the last two months. There must have been something in it, you think with a smile as your daughter's brown eyes open and fix on her father's face, her expression smoothing out at the sound of his soothing tone. You watch Levi as he lets her tiny fist hold his finger. He begins to swing his finger and the baby watches him in adoration. "You're usually the loudest one in an argument. You're even louder than Eren."

You huff in irritation. "That hurts," you fake pout. "Eren's loud like 80% of the time."

"Yeah but when you start, you're even louder."

"I grew up with six brothers, all shouting over each other. Sue me. I had to adapt," you mutter defensively, fighting back a smile.

"I'm quite aware of how loudly your brothers are." Levi remarked, his lips twitching. "Pretty sure poor Heidi didn't get a wink of sleep during their hospital visits," he added, rocking the baby a little. "Nor the other patients for that matter."

You giggle at the memory. Levi had thrown Damian out after he insisted on improvising a song for his new niece. Not only had he woken several other patients up but the song had included some distinctly non-child-friendly lyrics too.

"That's just how they are. They love her so much."

"They should come with a health warning," Levi murmured. "May be hazardous to your eardrums."

You chuckle again, resting your cheek on his shoulder, admiring the way Heidi continues to watch her daddy, eyelids lowering in growing sleepiness. "You've definitely got the knack," you murmur.

"It helps not having a mouth big enough to sink the Titanic."

"Don't get started on that film again." You plead quietly with some exasperation.

To his credit, he doesn't continue down that line of conversation although you suspect that it's because he wants to keep quiet for Heidi to drift off and not because he's sick of pointing out the inaccuracies and complain about various elements of the plot.

"Daddy's so rude to me," you coo to your little princess and you beam as her sleepy eyes flicker to you. "Don't listen to him. He's just jealous because his mouth is so small and adorable."

Levi turns his face to you in incredulity. "How is my mouth adorable?"

You giggle and reach up to rub your index finger over his narrow mouth and plump lips. "It's so petite," you tease, leaning in to kiss his mouth. His mouth moves gently against yours so you smile against him. "So cute." you add, and proceed to give him short kisses.

He grumbles a little but continues to return your kisses. Your noses rub together affectionately and you rub your cheek against his. You withdraw just enough to be able to look into his full face and then take in the baby again too.

Heidi has completely drifted off. Seeing her so content in Levi's arms swells your heart and you bring a hand up to your lips, lightly touching, enough to hold back your emotions just a little so they don't spill over. Affection surges through you for your little family. You understand why people say that family is everything now. Why some people say starting a family is like beginning a new life. This feels that way. Yours and Levi's story continues but Heidi's arrival has been the dawn of a new world.

"Hey," Levi whispers, "you okay?"

"Yeah," you promise as your voice breaks, "I just- I really love us being together like this, together with her."

He rubs his nose against yours and presses his mouth on your lips in a light, tender kiss. "So do I. This, right here," he said as he returned to gazing at Heidi, "is perfect."

Levi carefully adjusts Heidi so that she's secure in his left arm while his right arm surrounds your waist. You nestle onto his shoulder, brushing your lips against his neck while keeping your own focus on the baby, thinking how extraordinary it is that such a tiny little being could have such a strong hold over both your hearts.. Even without doing anything but snoozing away, it's as though your own heart is beating because of her. Like somehow she's tied to your own life, your own heart.

"We should probably sleep soon," Levi murmurs although his eyes show no signs of sleepiness nor does he make any move to get up. "while she sleeps."

"Soon," you agree, equally content, "but not yet. I just want to stay like this a little longer."

You smile as your husband lowers his lips to Heidi's wispy tufts of dark hair and kisses her head. "Her hair's so dark." he remarks quietly.

"It's gonna be like yours," you agree. "Guess she's gonna be a Daddy's girl too."

"At least that gives her a chance at having volume control," Levi comments and you swat his shoulder. "Although," he adds, "you're wrong about one thing, you know?"

"Oh?"

"She's already my girl," Levi declares in a whisper. "and she always will be."

#my fics #fic: holder of the hearts #rei's event: happy birthday Levi 2022 #attack on titan #attack on titan fanfiction #attack on titan spoilers #aot spoilers #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyojin fanfiction #drabble #levi ackerman #levi ackerman fanfiction #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x reader fanfiction

[because-she-goes]

warm

warnings: drinking, fashion references, swearing, yeehaw! matty’s hands, a sprinkle of doom and almost no dialogue. Enjoy!

Matty’s rugged hand reached out to Thea as she took a final, long sip of her admittedly quite shitty gin and tonic. They had gone out to a different bar that evening, Matty grumbling about how he could just make her drinks at home and they'd be worlds better than whatever the young trainee bartender could whip up. She giggled at this and pleaded with him to get dressed and put on his nicest pair of boots - preferably ones without mud stains. He agreed to go under one condition, that he pick her outfit for this particular outing.

The outing in question? A line dancing night with a live band and $5 drinks. To be honest, nothing sounded better to Thea than cheap alcohol and loud music and Matty’s large hands on her hips after the week she’s had at work. Khaite had pulled out of a spread about how higher end, quite luxurious designers were now entering the denim game. This left Thea scrambling as she had to track down new jeans to feature in her piece and ones that would especially photograph well. Her and her team had ended up landing on Bottega Venetta’s denim printed leather pants and how seemingly from a distance, they are jeans up until you are able to touch and feel them. The likes of Kate Moss and Kendall Jenner had been seen wearing them. It was a wonderful innovation and far more worthy of the magazine space than the regular khaite jeans. A trick on the eyes, like Matty.

When they had met, Thea assumed Matty would be your typical Texan cowboy who was stiff and tight lipped and totally disinterested in anything that went against the usual machismo that came with that title. As the weeks progressed, she had learned that Matty was very interested in her job and what she did for a living and her world, additionally he was a phenomenal dancer and a breathtaking guitar player. After work sometimes, he would play her a lullaby on his acoustic or they’d dance around half-drunk in her kitchen to everything from Buddy Holly to Bruce Springsteen.

He was an enigma, just as she was.

Since knowing each other, Thea had become fond of Matty’s little surprises. Always keeping her guessing. He was a hidden gem, a diamond in the rough. Externally, he was the typical Texan guy… imagine Ennis from Brokeback Mountain, completely disinterested in dealing with his own emotions and confronting them. However, the few times Thea had caught Matty singing softly late at night while strumming away it was like she had an MRI of his heart, able to see every nook and cranny of him, every last thing he held dear. He was unexpectedly tender.

Even now as he held her while they danced to the sounds of bluegrass, the fabric of her soft, feminine, embroidered pink dress crinkled under his calloused hands. It was frilly, it was delicate, it was vintage Valentino - all things Thea loved. It swung around just above her knees as Matty swayed and moved behind her. It was his favorite dress of hers, that was another thing Thea had learned… Matty loved vintage shopping and finding clothes that seemed from another time. He loved an old beat up pair of Levis that fit him perfectly and he especially found joy in finding flannel shirts from the 80s. They had made a deal to pick out the other’s outfit and Thea had really done some of her finest work. A perfectly worn white tee shirt, dark navy straight leg Levis 501s, a silver and brown chunky western belt and a beautiful gray Prada sweater. Perfectly Matty. Her cowboy.

It was as she took in her surroundings and fully drank in the moment that she felt his warm breath hit the shell of her ear. It ghosted over her skin, the smell of his Tom Ford cologne filling the air around the two, she immediately felt heady and warm. Drunk on the feeling of him and no longer on the shitty fucking drink. Her feet stumbled a bit as they continued trying to keep up with the group line dancing around them. Music drowning out his voice and yet she still heard him clear as a bell…

“Be my baby… Thea, be mine.”

“Happily, my love.” Fuck it, into her doom she went - head full of dreams and optimism. Head full of him. What a fool.

#the 1975 #matty healy #drew’s writing :) #roadkill #matty x thea #theyre backkk #and hello again everyone :)

[youre-ackermine]

Here's a little drabble for Rei's 'Happy Birthday Levi' 'event ! Thank you so much @levi-supreme for letting me join in & I hope you will appreciate this little text 🍭 I chose to follow the event's theme very literaly 🙂

🎂 Happy Birthday, Levi 🎂

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Theme: 'Sweet like sugar' - Count: 733 words

Pairing: Levi x Fem!Hange - Modern AU - 'No Name' - SFW

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His heart seemed to be throbbing in his throat as he heard Hange’s voice coming from the corridor over the hubbub of the concert hall. He wondered what was wrong with him these days; he felt so oddly different. Something had changed and he didn’t know what.

No Name was becoming more and more famous within their high school and even outside. They already had several shows booked and they were playing their third tonight.

« Levi! You’re already there! » Hange and Mike finally entered the dressing-room, laughing like dorks as usual. He mumbled a vague hello, turning to them. Mike whispered a polite good evening and took his drumsticks, then joined his girlfriend in the corridor. « Still eating candy, Four-Eyes? You’re gonna get sick and stain your white shirt, tch… » Levi replied, wrinkling his nose in disapproval. Teasing him, Hange stepped forward and he felt her warm and sugary breath on his face. « You know I need that before going on stage! Calms me down, you see? And makes stage fright go away » she said in a bright smile.

Coming closer to him, licking a huge lollipop with an exaggeratedly greedy air, she offered « Want some, Shorty? » Levi froze. He was fascinated by her glistening lips covered with sugar. Blushing with embarrassment, he abruptly turned his gaze away. Mike stuck his head through the half-open door to tell them it was time to play, giving Levi the opportunity to recover. Hange put her lollipop aside for later and grabbed her guitar.

So far, their performance was amazing. The concert hall was crowded but they recognized their friends among the wild audience. Many were jumping, dancing and fangirls were shouting Levi’s or Hange’s names, making them smile back seductively.  Song after song, they were getting more confident and connected, and flirted playfully with the audience. But all good things coming to an end, it was time for the last song. They had decided beforehand to play Levi’s mother favourite song to close the gig.

Levi’s deep and soft voice begun to intone « She floats like a swan, grace on the water, lips like sugar, lips like sugar ». Enthralled, the fangirls shouted his name, but, called on by the word ‘sugar’, all he had in mind was Hange’s lips. He shook his head to let the vision go away…  Then the lyrics went « She’ll ask and you’ll give her » and Hange came by his side to get closer to add her voice to his. They both leaned to the mic, their faces so close to each other he could feel her breath on his face again and they sang the chorus together « Lips like sugar, sugar kisses »… Levi couldn’t help staring at Hange’s soft sugary lips and froze once again, mesmerized. The world blurred around him and nothing else remained except Hange’s fascinating lips moving as she sang.

It lasted a few confusing seconds, but it was enough for him to feel his heart beating faster and louder and his face violently blushing. He sang the song to the end as if he was in a dream, wrapped in cotton, removed from any sensations other than Hange’s presence near him, singing the chorus with him again and again. Suddenly, it was over and they waved the audience goodbye as they went off stage to get to the dressing-room, Levi still feeling dizzy and uncomfortable.

Sensing what was going on around him, Mike pretended to be thirsty and headed out towards the bar, leaving Levi and Hange alone. « You look so weird today, Levi! What’s wrong? » she asked, licking her lollipop again. « You want a hug or something?» she offered, coming closer, so close now he blushed and mumbled « I… the last song, it… ». But he couldn’t utter a word anymore. Staring at her lips, he imagined their sugary taste and how soft they should be against his own lips. « Levi, what are you looking at? » she said. He couldn’t wait longer and, putting his hand on Hange’s waist, pulled her into him, bringing his lips close to hers. She leaned towards him and they finally shared a soft kiss, sweet as honey. They both closed their eyes as for the first time they tasted each other’s lips. « Lips like sugar, sugar kisses ».

No Name fanart by my 14 year old child / Instagram account: @wolfstar13_

Rough sketch + digital art with Procreate on I-Pad

Link to the song 'Lips like Sugar' - Echo & the Bunnymen below

#rei's event: happy birthday Levi 2022 #levi ackerman #hange zoe #mike zacharias #No Name 🎤 #fanfic #aot drabble #levi ackerman fanfiction #hange zoe fanfiction #No Name fanart #levi ackerman fanart #hange zoe fanart #digital art #val writes ✍️ #lips like sugar #echo & the bunnymen #first time my child uses procreate #they got an i-pad 3 days ago #Spotify

[we-are-so-close]

Levi x gn!reader wc: 1.2k a/n: D-12 to Levi's birthday! this piece is for @levi-supreme Rei's Happy Birthday Levi event! thanks for letting me join :) this was so fun and i kinda love domestic levi

Frosted window panes, candles gleaming inside, painted candy canes on the tree…

The song softly drifted through the room. Levi stirred, pulling your pillow into him. It was not the warm body he was expecting to be nestled against him. He slowly opened his eyes and stared at your side of the bed. He blinked once, twice, three times as he tried to get acclimated to the mostly dark room. When he got the confirmation that you were indeed not in bed, he turned over and checked the time. 5:07 am. Too early, even for Levi’s standards. 

“Tch,” he grumbled as he got out of bed and pulled on his robe. The house felt darker than usual as he made his way searching for you. Light and music were spilling from the kitchen. It looked warm, it sounded warm, and it smelled…different. Not like the normal breakfast confections. 

Levi stood in the doorway and just watched you. The kitchen, which is usually pristine, looked like a winter wonderland. String lights of white and blue were hanging along the walls of the kitchen. There was flour and powdered sugar covering the entire surface of the island counter. A pot on the stove began to steam and foam. You had noticed and set the bowl of what you were stirring down to attend to the pot on the stove. Once the bubbles subsided, you let out a deep sigh before getting back to your previous task. 

“What are you doing?” Levi finally broke you from your holiday frenzy. 

“Ah, Levi! You’re up earlier than usual!”

“Says the person baking and cooking at 5 in the morning…it’s so early, dove.” He pushed himself off of the doorframe and made his way over to you. “I was going to tell you to come back to bed, but I can see that you’re occupied.” 

“I-I wanted to do something special for you!” 

“Special? For me? You know you don’t have to do that.” His features were soft and the way he was looking at you made heat rush to your face. 

“Yes, but I want to. I saw that we were supposed to get a lot of snow today and it was supposed to be really cold. And I wanted to make it a fun day for both of us, since we’ll probably be stuck inside.” The end of your sentence trailed off, the more you spoke, the more silly you felt. 

He took your face in his hands, brushed off some of the flour that had settled on your forehead and replaced it with a kiss. The softness in his eyes never faltered. A hint of a smile begins to spread across his face. 

“What did I do to deserve your thoughtfulness?” he hummed as he rested his forehead against yours. “If you want to go get cleaned up, I can watch what you have here. I’ll put on the kettle for some tea.”

“Wait! Before you do that,” you grabbed his hand and led him to the table,  “I made some peppermint hot chocolate! I was hoping you would try it.” Quickly, you grabbed a mug from the cabinet and poured in the concoction you had on the stove. Topped with marshmallows and a candy cane, you set your creation in front of your husband. 

Levi stared at you, his eyebrows scrunched. To you, it read as something similar to frustration and anxiety. First, he wakes up earlier than intended, and now you want to deprive him of his morning tea? 

“I made it from scratch. And it’s my first time making it, so I don’t actually know how good it is.” As you talked, the doubt began to linger within you.  “Um, I’ll turn on the kettle.” You turned on your heel as fast as you could, but Levi’s hand was faster. He pulled you down onto his lap and held you tightly in his embrace. 

“I’ll try it, but you have to try it with me. I can’t promise I’ll drink the whole thing, but I’m willing to give it a shot.” 

His fingertips softly rubbed circles in your back, effectively calming your nerves. You sighed at his touch. It wasn’t too often that the both of you were up early together like this, and it wasn’t often that you had the opportunity to make something for him like this. He’s usually up before you, and you usually get home later than he’d like. But it’s little moments like this that you both have come to really appreciate. 

“I think I just got over ambitious with being festive,” you hummed. 

“Nonsense. That’s one of your best qualities.” He kissed the tip of your nose. 

“You don’t have to drink it, my love. I know it’s out of your comfort zone.”

“I can say the same for you. Making something new is out of your comfort zone, the least I can do is appreciate your hard work.” 

“And you’ll be honest with me?”

“Always,” he said, a tenderness in his eyes that only you were able to see. 

He moved the mug closer to him. The marshmallows had begun to lose their form and were halfway melted onto the surface of the hot chocolate. He cautiously stirred the drink with the candy cane, his concentration focused solely on the beverage in front of him. Little tufts of steam rose from the mug as he carefully pulled it closer to his lips. You watched him intently, waiting to see his response. 

He always kept a straight face, so even the slightest twitch, you knew that something was off. 

“You hate it,” you said, disappointment coating your words, even though you tried to hide it. 

“I don’t. It’s not as sweet as it smells, but it’s still maybe a little too sweet for me,” he said matter-of-factly. 

“Oh.”

“Hey,” his voice was calm, his thumb and forefinger carefully tilted your chin so your eyes were in contact with his. “There’s only one sweet thing I’ll ever get a second helping on.”

You quirked an eyebrow at him trying to think of what he could be talking about. 

“It’ll always be you.” 

Oh. oh…you felt the heat rush to your face as he pulled you in for a kiss. You could taste the peppermint on his breath; it was kind of refreshing, and made your lips tingle. Before the two of you could continue what Levi started, the oven beeped. 

“Ah, the gingerbread!” you shouted as you jumped up from Levi’s lap. 

“More things for me to eat?” he asked with some concern. 

“Oh, nope! This gingerbread is going to be used for making gingerbread houses! The person with the best house gets to pick tonight’s movie,” you smiled your cheesiest smile. 

Levi stood up and stretched before walking over to grab the kettle and chuckled, “looks like this thing will be working overtime today.” 

The house was warm. Being filled with baked treats and hot drinks would do that. But there was also a different kind of warm feeling that filled the house. The kind of feeling only two people in love can give off. And as long as you both had each other, no cold day could stop the two of you from spreading your warmth.

#rei's event: happy birthday levi 2022 #levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #levi #levi x reader

[l3viat8an]

🕸 anon presents their hcs for each brother :)

Lucifer❤️

-he listens to Lana Del Rey I don't make the rules he just does

- he's also an advate Taylor fan (mostly Reputation)

-he's so touched starved bro like he acts all tough but the moment you caress his cheek he's folded

Mammon💛

-he's so insecure bro please reassure him

-The weekends #1 fan fr

Him and Asmo have a shared Spotify playlist filled with songs they heard in the club

-is actually a really good cook, like he'll never admit it but he would love to make a meal for you

Leviathan💙

-was def a Nintendo kid growing up

-mains Rosalina in Maria cart

-bro listens to stuff like lumi Athena and Cade Clair

-his natural hair color is brown but he dyed it to look like his favorite anime character at the time and it just became his thing

-is actually really close with beel and belphie but just acts like no one gets him

-is def bisexual

-chubby chaser fr

Satan💚

-at one point had like 8 cats and that's why he can no longer have them, he just hoards them

-was a warrior cats kid

-also really likes the one bed trope and secretly wants that to happen to him

-also listens to Lana but says he listened to her before it was cool

-is also a really big fan of drawing and is like actually good at it

Asmodeus💖

-I can't decide if he's more of a Taylor fan or Kim Petras fan 🧍‍♀️

-I think more Kim Petra cause of her album slut pop

-anyways he's such a y2k boy

-lives in a juicy tracksuit

-but like he's also so scared of looking bad that he's never in comfy close like regular sweat pants and stuff

-he just needs to be reassured

Beelezabub🧡

-his first word was brother you can't change my mind

-he values family sm if he ever found out yoy had a bad home life he would go ballistic

-he really likes soft music like Clairo but can also get down with like Korn and stuff

-ik it's weird

-him and belphie shared a bed from ages 1-11

-please play with his hair he'll be so happy

-chubby chaser beel anyone?

Belphagor💜

-is a thigh man fs

-he's so bratty omg but like call him pretty and he's on his knees

-he's so emo bro listens to peirce the veil

-was a theater kid

-Heathers the musical is his shit.

-once played Romeo in a school play and was never the same (that's how he got his first kiss)

-really likes reptiles for some reason

Wdym headcanons 🕸???? These all sound pretty canon to me!

Lucifer listing to Lana ray and Taylor is canon nobody can’t change my mind.

Mammon & Asmo sharing a club playlist is my new favorite thing! The possibilities!-

Never thought about Levi dying his hair but I love him that much more for it! Chubby chaser frrrr

Satan somehow has signed copies of the warrior cats books I just know it- somehow still has at least 3 cats in his room 24/7

Lemme just give Asmo and his tracksuit a hug plz-

The twins still share a bedroom they definitely slept in the same bed for as long as they could!

Chubby chaser Beel my love <333

Plzzz calling Belphie pretty and he just goes all soft and “Say it again…please?” jsksjsksj

#🕸 anon! #these are adorable and chaotic I love ‘em!! #ro rambles #obey me headcanons #obey me hcs #obey me! #obey me #om! #om! headcanons #om! hcs #obey me hc #obey me hol #obey me house of lamentation #obey me? shall we date! #obey me! shall we date? #obmswd #obmswd headcanons #obmswd hcs

[levi-supreme]

Not sure if you've already written this but -

Levi comforting you when you're sick :')

Mrs Smith!!!!

Hehe indeed I've written something similar where Levi takes care of reader when she's sick, but because you're my sister-in-law, I am gonna indulge you and write you (or is it write me??) something cute too.

Despite his stoic nature, there's a naggy side of Levi that no one is aware of, except you. Although Levi is a man of a few words, he becomes incredibly talkative whenever things concern you; whether it be you leaving the house without eating something, you leaving your socks everywhere around the house except for leaving it in the laundry basket, you not drinking enough water, or even you forgetting to take your daily vitamins.

Worst of them all, was when you were sick.

Levi made sure you take your temperature twice daily, once when you wake up, and once before you sleep. Levi also kept all your secret stash of chocolates and snacks away, telling you that you will never have access to them until you're completely recovered. He also forbade you to eat or drink anything cold until you're feeling better. You complained after realising you couldn't eat ice cream, but Levi was adamant. No means no.

Levi made sure that there's always freshly boiled water in the kitchen flasks, ensuring that you're sufficiently hydrated. He would also make you warm drinks too. If you're having a sore throat, a nice warm glass of honey lemon would do the job. If you're having a cold, Levi would serve you a piping hot cup of ginger tea. Levi always knew what drink would help you recover the fastest.

Levi would stock up the fridge with fresh fruits. Knowing how your appetite became smaller when you're sick, Levi halves all your meal portions, making sure you don't eat more than you can and end up feeling worse. Levi would also slice up the fruits into bite-sized pieces, so that it is easier for you to chew (and also making it easier for him to feed you).

After you two took your shower and brushed your teeth, Levi would blow dry your hair for you while he wrapped you up in a thick comforter, making sure you don't feel cold. After blowing dry your hair, he brings you your medicine and made sure you took all of them diligently before fluffing your pillows and letting you lie down, switching off all the lights to slowly induce you to sleep. Levi propped his pillows up against the bed frame, not ready to sleep yet.

"Levi," you muttered, drifting somewhere in between sleep and alertness.

"Hmm?" A soft reply came from him as he looked down at you. You shifted closer to him, draping your arms around his waist.

"Sing me to sleep?"

Silence.

"Tch," Levi scoffed, laying his pillows flat on the mattress. "Aren't you a little too old for lullabies?" Lying down on his pillow, Levi had a small smile on his face as his outstretched hand hugged you closer to him, making you lay on his chest while you placed your palm above his heart.

"I'm sick, you know..." you closed your eyes, trying to suppress a cough. Levi soothingly rubbed your back once he heard you, gently patting a slow, steady rhythm. Turning around to kiss your forehead, Levi started humming the first tune that came to mind, and it was your favourite song. Before you know it, your eyelids became heavier by the second and soon the sleepiness took over. Levi didn't stop humming until he heard your deep breathing and he saw the crease on your forehead disappear.

"Good night, baby," Levi whispered as he lightly kissed your crown. "Get well soon."

#ack3rlady.asks #rei.answers #levi #levi ackerman #snk levi #aot levi #levi fluff #levi ackerman fluff #rei is soft for levi #you're watching: rei is levi's parasite #levi.supreme #am i writing this for everyone or am i writing this for me?????? #i may or may not have projected myself on reader too much haha #fluffy friday #sigh i love this so much #i want him to hum me my favourite song and lull me to sleep

[vkeidriptournament]

Visual Kei Drip Tournament: Full Ranking - WARNING: EXTREMELY LONG POST

------------------------------------ ★ finals ★

1. kozi (malice mizer) - 61.9%

2. ryonai (blam honey) - 38.1%

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★ runner ups ★

3. hide (x japan) - 60.6%

4. kaya (schwarz stein) - 39.4%

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round 5

5. arisu (missalina rei) - 48.3%

6. shinya (dir en grey) - 42.4%

7. emiru (lareine) - 41%

8. zin-francois angelique (madame edwarda) - 18.5%

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round 4

9. kazuki (raphael) - 47.6%

10. mana (malice mizer) - 47.1%

11. kami (malice mizer) - 47.5%

12. inoran (luna sea) - 47.5%

13. yu~ki (malice mizer) - 40.2%

14. izam (shazna) - 33.3%

15. kyouka (aliene ma'riage) - 25.6%

16. ken (l'arc en ciel) - 17.3%

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round 3

17. lucifer luscious violenoue (gille loves, fiction) - 47.5%

18. jyou (exist trace) - 47.5%

19. tara-chan (kilhi ice) - 47.2%

20. hakuei (penicillin) - 46.9%

21. bou (an cafe) - 45.5%

22. toshiya (dir en grey) - 43.2%

23. kamijo (lariene, versailles) - 40.8%

24. kazushi (rouage) - 38.9%

25. hizaki (jupiter, versailles) - 36%

26. ryutaro (plastic tree) - 31.7%

27. kon (la'mule) - 31.4%

28. hyde (l'arc en ciel) - 30.9%

29. ray (aliene ma'riage) - 28.6%

30. sena (jilkua) - 27.6%

31. yoshiki (x japan) - 17.6%

32. kaoru (dir en grey) - 15.9%

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round 2

33. mikoto (zigzag) - 48.2%

34. kyo (dir en grey) - 47.5%

35. mayu (lareine) - 47.5%

36. issay (der zibet) - 47.3%

37. ken morioka (soft ballet) - 46.7%

38. kiwamu (blood, gpkism) - 46.5%

39. isshi (kagrra) - 44.8%

40. die (dir en grey) - 44.6%

41. boogie (jiluka) - 42.6%

42. atsushi sakurai (buck-tick) - 42.4%

43. jasmine you (versailles) - 42.2%

44. sugizo (luna sea) - 41.7%

45. gackt (malice mizer) - 40.8%

46. ruki (the gazette) - 40.7%

47. wataru (liphlich) - 40.4%

48. kiyoharu (kuroyume) - 38.9%

49. klaha (malice mizer) - 36.8%

50. ayaha (dazzlingbad) - 35.8%

51. daisuke (kagerou) - 34%

52. ryoichi endo (soft ballet) - 33.3%

53. iT (dazzlingbad) - 31.3%

54. kazuma (merry go round) - 30.4%

55. gothique prince ken (gpkism) - 29.8%

56. kyuho (madmans esprit) - 28.9%

57. kei (eliphas levi) - 28.4%

58. hora (schwarz stein) - 27.5%

59. ryuichi (luna sea) - 25%

60. tetsu (malice mizer) - 24.1%

61. hiro (la'cryma christi) - 18.5%

62. yura (psycho le cemu) - 14.3%

63. aisaku (deviloof) - 10.5%

64. reita (the gazette) - 9.6%

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round 1

65. yukari (baiser) - 49.4%

66. full (guniw tools) - 49.4%

67. j (luna sea) - 47.6%

68. asagi (D) - 47.2%

69. aoi (the gazette) - 45.8%

70. kujou takemasa (kiryu) - 45.8%

71. dynamite tommy (color) - 44.4%

72. sakura (l'arc en ciel) - 44.3%

73. imai hisashi (buck-tick) - 44.2%

74. juka (moi dix mois) - 44.1%

75. miko (exist trace) - 44.1%

76. ai (gulu gulu) - 44%

77. yoshiatsu (dadaroma) - 43.8%

78. yagami toll (buck-tick) - 42.2%

79. yasu (janne da arc, acid black cherry) - 41.9%

80. teru (versailles) - 41.9%

81. uruha (the gazette) - 41.5%

82. hazuki (lynch) - 41.4%

83. chiaki (dezert) - 41.3%

84. juho (madmans esprit) - 40.7%

85. tsuzuku (mejibray) - 39.9%

86. maya (LM.C) - 39.6%

87. mia (mejibray) - 39.6%

88. lime (kizu) - 38.9%

89. aya (psycho le cemu) - 38.6%

90. miyavi (due le quartz) - 38.5%

91. jojo (the gallo) - 38.2%

92. takashi (dadaroma) - 38.1%

93. machi (lareine) - 37.7%

94. hidehiko hoshino (buck-tick) - 36.6%

95. kyonosuke (kizu) - 36.2%

96. taka (la'cryma christi) - 35.9%

97. tetsu (l'arc en ciel) - 35.7%

98. meto (mejibray) - 35.1%

99. t.m. revolution (luis-mary) - 34.4%

100. maria cross - 34.4%

101. kengo (noir fleurir) - 34.3%

102. dada (velvet eden) - 33.9%

103. morrie (dead end) - 33.3%

104. tsutomu ishizuki (fanatic crisis) - 31.9%

105. aki (laputa) - 30.9%

106. koichi (mejibray) - 30.1%

107. heath (x japan) - 29.5%

108. shou kiryuuin (golden bomber) - 29.5%

109. miko (exist trace) - 28.4%

110. yukihiro (l'arc en ciel) - 26.5%

111. mast (aliene ma'riage) - 25.5%

112. tatsuro (mucc) - 23.6%

113. aki (arlequin) - 22.3%

114. gisho (penicillin) - 21.4%

115. yutaka higuchi (buck-tick) - 21.4%

116. kyohei (das:vasser) - 21.1%

117. seek (psycho le cemu) - 21.1%

118. kirito (pierrot) - 18.9%

119. darvish kenji (golden bomber) - 18.8%

120. kisaki (phantasmagoria, mirage, la:sadies) - 18.6%

121. tsune-hito (D) - 16.1%

122. kai (the gazette) - 15.5%

123. mako (deadman) - 14.9%

124. yune (the gazette) - 14.1%

125. shun (deshabillez) - 13.9%

126. tusk (zi-kill) - 12.7%

127. chill (kane to juusei) - 12.3%

128. yohio (disreign) - 11.3%

#going 2 delete the polls later and just leave this up #sayonara you weeaboo shits

[observer1090]

The Tortured Poets Department leaves a lot to be desired. I was fully thinking this was going to be an album with intense emotions or heavily leaning into a Lana Del Rey vibe (mostly based off the album art).

But it really did not give a lot. Now there's a lot of people dissecting lore and finding cool connections between songs/ songs from other albums. But I really shouldn't have to piece together a 25 part story to get the full "meaning" of a song. But that is a tad nitpicky, here are some actual critiques:

All the songs for some reason sound very monotone and very similar. Not a lot of build up/climaxes/change ups happening. And when she does have a faster song it seems oddly paced and feels jarring in this album (ex. 'Florida!!!' and 'I Can Do it With A Broken Heart')

The songwriting doesn't feel like its her best either. Florida!!! "My friends all smell like weed or little babies". Um I get it if you want to allude to a breakdown of a relationship/the different stages of life a friend group is in. This ain't it though.

'But Daddy I Love Him',, if you want to be with a racist just say that with your chest girl. Do not lure me in with a country-esque pop song just to betray me like that.

Was Post Malone needed on this album? Because I don't see why we needed him on background vocals. Especially coming off his pretty good performance on Levis Jeans on Cowboy Carter.

After my 2 listens of this album I don't think there is one song that I could hum back to you or recall a lyric. Except maybe "something something I'm so depressed I act like its my birthday" again not her best line.

I would not be surprised if these songs don't perform as well as her other ones. I think it would have been really interesting if she would have played more into sounds like the intro to 'the tortured poets society' kinda a soft rock/alternative sound (?). Could've been cool. Otherwise it seems pretty similar to what she did in Midnights.

#the tortured poets department #ttpd #taylor swift

[raidenssblog]

Warm hands

Paring: Reiner X gn!Reader

Genre: fluff, itty bit of angst.

Warnings: not Proff read, mention off killing

Summary: you and Reiner take a walk, away from everyone and everything untill you tell him something he wish he never heard.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Soft patters of foot steps could be heard heading towards the wall. Every now and again they would giggle but soon hush each other, trying not to wake anyone up.

You and Reiner already had your ODM gear on and towering the wall, reaching the top you both breathed in the fresh night air.

"today was exhausting, Levi pushed so hard" you commented. Reiner turned his head towards you, nodding agreeing with you

"yeah gave it all in training too" he said. Smiling to yourself you slowed reaching your spot onto of the rough wall.

Sitting down, you dangled your legs off the side swinging them. You looked up at Reiner and patted the spot next to you before looking out into the distance agian.

"I hate it here, I wish I could go back" you suddenly say. Reiner looks at you with a confused look. "Back where?" Turned towards you.

"back home" you paused, sighing "before I got here, me, my mother and father lived in shiganshina and when the wall fell I lost them. We were happy there. We had what we wanted, everything was going great untill the colossal and armoured titan attacked." You didn't cry anymore but the guilt you felt still stuck with you.

Haunting you untill you find and kill both of the titans that took your loves ones away, that killed them without mercy.

"I was away on the other side of Shiganshina when it fell. I- I tried to get back, but I couldn't. Everywhere I went it was blocked off with either rubble or it was just unreachable. In the end, I ended up going with the crowed and ended up here. I want to take revenge for my family. For the friends that all lost their lives in the most painful way." You look towards your lover, and smile so softly.

"but I've healed, after all it's been five years, and I have you now. I've made so many more friends and I can call most of them family" you laugh a little after you've finished.

"I'm- I'm sorry you had to go through that" he looked away, guilt and pain now flowing though his veins. He didn't know you lived in shiganshina, or that he killed all the people that you cared and loved.

"why are you sorry, it's not like you could have stopped it." Your eyes were stuck to the sky, watching the stars shimmer and spark.

"yeah, yeah your right" Reiner sighed. "Hey" you called catching his eyes. "I love you Rei" the nickname always made his face slightly glow and his heart beat a little faster.

"I love you too" he said grabbing you cheek softly. Pulling you closer untill the gap between your lips finally closed.

Your lips moved in sync with his rough ones, passion and love filled the space between you two. Pulling away you looked into you lovers eyes. The awe struck look in his eyes says it all, he was so head over heels for you. Every morning, afternoon and night you would be on his mind.

Part of him felt almost off about falling for you without you knowing his deepest secret, knowing you sleep next to the one who was largely involved with the murder of hundreds of people, your parents and friends.

The person who hurt but loved you the most, but most of all the person you want to hurt the absolute most. The feeling was new, and he hated it.

Pulling your hand in his, he kissed the palm of your hand before looking at you with a saddened expression.

It was time...

He couldn't do it anymore, knowing he's keeping so much from you, the one he loved and cherished the most.

He need to tell you, and now. No matter if you hate him, try to kill him or even the slightest chance forgive him. You might even tell everyone what he is.

Thousands of thoughts rushed though his head, only to be pulled out by your voice.

"Reiner? Love you ok?" You said looking worried.

Breathing in deeply he replied

"no, I need to tell you something important. Its about what happened in Shiganshina"

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Ahhhh hate this but ykyk. My phone's kinda working agian yayaya. Anyway I'll say it agian look after yourself and please request I'm so bored

#aot #aot reiner #reiner x reader #reiner angst #reiner fluff

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[ josephine langford | she/her ] Another face is seeking safety in New Orleans. Make sure to welcome MARNI LEWIS to the home of the resilient. Rumor has it that they are an 22 year old WITCH, who is one of the SURVIVORS but we’ll keep that a secret. They are said to be WILY, but that’s all a façade to cover up their UNDEVIATING nature. We’ve heard that they can be found listening to ANIMAL by PVRIS, which sums them up pretty well. Let’s hope that they can find a way to survive this harsh new world. 

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄:

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: margaret lewis (her full name is unknown to MOST bc she hates it) 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: marni 𝐀𝐆𝐄: twenty two 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄: tbd. 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍: new orleans 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄: new orleans 𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: tbd. 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓: chaotic neutral. 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓: tbd.

𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂: WATERCOLORS, HEART SHAPED SUNGLASSES, BUBBLE BATHS, SOFT CURLS, FREEDOM IN THE OPEN ROAD, LANA DEL REY, LIVE FAST, DIE YOUNG.

𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: n/a

𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘:

Marni was born into her coven, and to her, it is almost like they are servants of nature first, people second. It is the power on which they live, and it is their duty to see it remain in balance. She is proud of her heritage, her ancestors, all the ones who came before, who paved the way.

As the OEA rose to power, her coven sought to fight back, to separate themselves from the other supernatural beings. It wasn't ideal, and in Marni's mind, no one truly thought so. It was the way things had to be. They had to survive, and the OEA had to be stopped before they reached too great a power.

She craves freedom, and a world run by the OEA would never be free. It was that love of freedom that she brought to Jesse Kenner. The second she met him, she could see the burden he carried, and she wanted nothing more than to lift it from him. To give him a life that was his own, not his family's.

She never intended that her best friend would be a sacrifice, but it all got out of control. The loss of him, even though it was at her hand, broke her. She reasoned it in her head a million times: that he was better off, that he'd have granted her access to his power if she'd asked. In truth, she doesn't know why she didn't ask. She sacrificed him, and she grieved him.

She's a good manipulator, and maybe she's even fooled herself...

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍'𝐒: ⭒ In Levi, she's found a comfort, even knowing he'd likely hate her if he knew the best friend she always talks about losing was his own cousin, and the loss was her own doing ⭒ Magic is her greatest love, but she stays within its laws and bounds when she can. It's maybe the only set of rules she's willing to follow ⭒ Taking on Nathan Kenner as a sort of mentee, she is determined to teach him the skills needed to embrace his witch side over his wolf one ⭒ To her, the gala was proof that her coven had been on the right path, and she resents being told they were wrong when the other beings were willing to massacre to fight back. No hands are clean. ⭒ more tbd.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒:

PARENTS: tbd. RELATIONSHIPS: jesse kenner (best friend), levi cadieux (friend...?), nathan kenner (mentee/padawan), more tbd. SIBLINGS: tbd. EXTENDED FAMILY: tbd. WANTED: tbd.

#exitium.intro #( about. ) #( pinned. ) #// okay this is a start. more to come...