Me: *writes A Stroy*

this is actually incredibly sweet

Good Traits Gone Bad

Exploring good traits gone bad in a novel can add depth and complexity to your characters. Here are a few examples of good traits that can take a negative turn:

1. Empathy turning into manipulation: A character with a strong sense of empathy may use it to manipulate others' emotions and gain an advantage.

2. Confidence becoming arrogance: Excessive confidence can lead to arrogance, where a character belittles others and dismisses their opinions.

3. Ambition turning into obsession: A character's ambition can transform into an unhealthy obsession, causing them to prioritize success at any cost, including sacrificing relationships and moral values.

4. Loyalty becoming blind devotion: Initially loyal, a character may become blindly devoted to a cause or person, disregarding their own well-being and critical thinking.

5. Courage turning into recklessness: A character's courage can morph into reckless behavior, endangering themselves and others due to an overestimation of their abilities.

6. Determination becoming stubbornness: Excessive determination can lead to stubbornness, where a character refuses to consider alternative perspectives or change their course of action, even when it's detrimental.

7. Optimism becoming naivety: Unwavering optimism can transform into naivety, causing a character to overlook dangers or be easily deceived.

8. Protectiveness turning into possessiveness: A character's protective nature can evolve into possessiveness, where they become overly controlling and jealous in relationships.

9. Altruism becoming self-neglect: A character's selflessness may lead to neglecting their own needs and well-being, to the point of self-sacrifice and burnout.

10. Honesty becoming brutal bluntness: A character's commitment to honesty can turn into brutal bluntness, hurting others with harsh and tactless remarks.

These examples demonstrate how even admirable traits can have negative consequences when taken to extremes or used improperly. By exploring the complexities of these traits, you can create compelling and multi-dimensional characters in your novel.

Happy writing!

Holy fuck that was... Hot

The lion and the gazelle | Levi Ackerman x Reader

𝖋𝖔𝖗 @arlerted’s “𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖊” 𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖇

Summary: “He’s a fucking instigator. An antagonistic minx. But there’s one thing that Levi doesn’t know: you’re the lion, he’s the gazelle, and you’re going to eat him alive.”

Characters: Sub! Camboy! Levi Ackerman, mean-ish dom! Fem! Reader

Word Count: 5.1k

Content/Warnings: OOC Levi, streaming/filming, exhibitionism, masturbation (both), toys, anal play (m receiving), orgasm denial, ruined orgasm, dumbification, degradation, dacryphilia, praise kink, pillow humping, Levi calls Reader “ma’am” sometimes, mommy kink, Erwin and Zeke flirting with Levi, sub space, and lack of aftercare

Notes: Idk I just wanted to write a fic where Levi was submissive and breedable. Thanks to Cal for letting me participate in her collab - congrats on 5k followers! Everyone be sure to check out the collab masterlist and read the works written by the other talented creators who participated!!

@ackerbaby: dom or sub?

Levi grunts. “Neither.”

@erwinnie: Giving or receiving?

“Erwin, get the fuck off my stream.”

@foureyedtitan: LMAO Levi is a fucking brat

He sneers when he recognizes the second user. “Not you too, Hange. Both of you get out! I don’t want either of you looking at my dick when I whip it out.”

@erwinnie: Levi :(

[ 1.4k viewers ]

“That should be enough to start,” he says aloud to himself, leaning back in his chair.

It’s basic routine at this point: set up for the stream, shower and soap himself down, then find something enticing enough to wear that draws everyone’s attention and keeps them watching.

Tonight, Levi’s clad in a pair of white cotton briefs, shamelessly palming himself through the fabric. The ring light behind his camera enhances lines of tautly stretched muscle on his abdomen, which are partly concealed by an old black t-shirt cut just above his lithe waist. Every viewer craves to sink their teeth into some part of him.

@yourmom: levi in a crop top levi in a crop top levi in a crop top

< @yourmom gifted Levi Ackerman $100.00 >

“That’s all that it takes? Really? You guys are so easy.”

Levi never really had any intention delving into such a business, but college is expensive, and he’s living off-campus in some shitty apartment without anyone to help pay the bills. Being a full-time student doesn’t exactly coincide well with working full-time, too, so… on a whim, he ventured onto some sketchy cam-site, awkwardly watched a girl make over a thousand-dollars by touching herself for her “fans”, and had a brilliant, terrible idea—

Hence why, now, at 10 p.m. sharp on a Tuesday night, he’s adjusting his ring light and positioning his laptop camera to hit the highest points of his face—and eventually, his dick.

@yourmom: buy yourself something pretty for me

“I’m gonna buy groceries.”

@yourmom: FUCK that’s so sexy

@monkeman: levi call me back please

Levi sputters in disgust, “Jesus Christ, Zeke, I thought I blocked you. Get the fuck out!”

< @monkeman gifted Levi Ackerman $5.00 >

He gapes. “You’re fucking pathetic.”

As the viewer count gradually increases, Levi sits back in his chair, absent-mindedly swaying back and forth while skimming the lines of text appearing on screen. His hand is stroking his dick through his briefs, adding more fingers, picking up the pace. He’s throbbing.

Call him an exhibitionist, but Levi can’t deny the adrenaline rush he feels from being watched by so many people.

“Hm. What do you guys wanna see tonight?” He breathes in a husky voice.

@ackerbaby: cock ring rn

@yourmom: don’t cum so quick today

“Bunch of freaks.” Still, he reaches off-camera for his box of toys and pulls out a rubber cock ring.

By now, he’s well-versed in the action. The device slides down his dick and hugs just beneath his balls. He grabs the bead connecting the two ends, slides it forward to tighten, and releases himself with a quiet huff. The sudden rushing of blood down below has his cock swelling as it bounces against his clammy palm.

@erwinnie: I’m already gonna come

“You’re a fiend,” Levi barks. “Didn’t I tell you to leave, Erwin? Or do I have to block your sorry ass, same as Zeke?”

@monkeman: omg levi you said my name!

“Choke.”

@monkeman: I would on your cock

Levi clicks his tongue.

>> Would you like to ban @monkeman from viewing your stream?

>> Yes.

With an aggravated sigh, he resumes, using his own precome to lather his cock. Pleasure boils in the pit of his stomach and sweat begins to accumulate along his cheeks and forehead. The cock ring always has dizzying effects like that: flushing his entire body red, making his heart pound almost feverishly, fueling his arousal to damn near inconsolable heights.

He blinks rapidly, reminding himself that it’s only been a few minutes, and he needs to get his act together if he plans on making any money at all tonight. He has bills to pay, textbooks to buy, annoying crap like that to deal with. Oh, and sure enough, thinking about any adult-like responsibilities at all has him nearly soft again. At least now he knows what he has to think about to make himself last.

< @anonymous gifted Levi Ackerman $500.00 >

Levi’s hand halts all movements as he blinks vacantly at the screen. Once. Twice. Yet the number stays the same in a massive bold font until the banner fades completely from view.

“Shit, actually?” He murmurs. His hand is sticky, but he reaches for his mouse and scrolls through the stats of the stream anyway, gobsmacked. “Anon, you just paid half my rent… I appreciate it, but I also can’t tell if you’re just a massive perv.”

You smile gently, chin balanced in the palm of your hand. Levi’s eyes are silver and blue, especially brighter in the ring light. You’re certain you’ve never seen anyone who looks like him before—enigmatic eyes, fuchsia lips, pale, milky skin, a strong nose, and jet-black hair. It’s like he’s some tiny Disney prince who hasn’t slept in fucking days.

I couldn’t help myself, you type. You’re nice to look at.

Levi snorts. “Nice to look at? You mean me or my cock?”

Under your breath, you laugh: Both, of course.

“Good answer,” he hums in approval. “I’ve never seen you here before. At least, I’ve never received a tip as… handsome as that one,” he corrects.

You gnaw on the inside of your cheek: Maybe if you’re good for me tonight, I’ll spoil you some more, Levi.

Levi’s brows raise. Clearly, you’ve piqued his interest.

“So, you’re offering to blow all your money on me if I let you slap me around for a bit, hm?” He teases.

He sinks back into his chair, gripping his cock as he continues with his leisurely pumping. You can tell he’s so obviously trying to rile you up—to seduce you and prod at you until you snap and decide to do something to him. He’s a fucking instigator. An antagonistic minx. But there’s one thing that Levi doesn’t know: you’re the lion, he’s the gazelle, and you’re going to eat him alive.

You continue, Only if you want me to. Otherwise I don’t mind watching.

“You really are a perv,” he snorts. “‘m not gonna bankrupt you or anything, am I?”

You’re flattered by his concern, even if it is just a ruse. You assure him, I have more than enough.

It’s true. Your job allows you to live rather comfortably, so you have plenty of money to spend and nothing in particular you’d like to spend it on—until you magically stumbled upon the golden gates; or, a link to his stream within the never-ending Twitter feed of his cock.

Needless to say, watching… Levi (ah, yeah, that’s his name) stroke his dick while making such eyes at the camera unleashed something bloodthirsty inside of you.

His nose wrinkles up. “Don’t sound so arrogant,” he replies, even though he knows he would be lying if he said the thought of being spoiled like he’s something precious doesn’t make him grow even hotter.

You haven’t said no yet.

Why don’t you start by adding another one of those rings around your base for me?

The crease between his brows intensifies, and Levi quickly decides he isn’t nearly stupid enough to let an opportunity like this slip through his fingers.

So, he reaches for his box and retrieves a secondary cock ring. Wordlessly, he feeds his cock through the ring and rolls it all the way down to the base before pulling on the bead to tighten the string. When his hands fall back to his sides, his eyes flicker back to the chat where he expects your praise.

Tighter. Both of them.

Levi swallows, hoping no one notices the bob of his Adam’s apple. It’s futile.

Hesitantly, he reaches down and tightens the cock ring around his base, grunting softly until he thinks it’s to your satisfaction. Then he grips the rubber wrapped around his balls and pulls once more. A low moan empties from his throat; he can feel his balls constricting and the throbbing in his now painfully hard length.

He exhales with baited breath. “O-okay… I did it.”

That’s a good boy. Now take off your shirt and play with your nipples.

His lips are pressed into a thin line, but nonetheless, Levi quickly strips off his flimsy shirt, exposing a pale chest. Praise floods the left side of the screen, joined by echoes of quiet dings that notify him when viewers have left a tip.

[ 2.1k viewers ]

Two-thousand pairs of eyes. He feels heat spreading across his cheeks.

Smooth fingertips glide over his pectorals; he imagines his hands are yours. Blunt fingernails, dainty fingertips, all emanating warmth. A thumb swipes over a hardening nipple, cock twitching in its predicament below. The calculated discussion surrounding his dick in the chat is sickeningly reminiscent of open-ended discussions in his Lit 312 class.

Levi’s head lulls against the cushiony back of his chair, the bumpy outline of his throat prominent enough for his viewers to trace, and through thinned vision, he waits for the reemergence of a certain username.

Until finally: I bet you want to touch your dick, don’t you?

Levi huffs impatiently. There you are. “Mhmmm.”

You must be sensitive all over. That’s cute.

He mentally slaps himself, then grumbles out, “So cute.”

You watch him roll his eyes and can’t help but laugh.

Go ahead and touch yourself.

Perhaps a little too eagerly, Levi grips his cock. You feel a bit dirty for how easily you recognize it. After all, you’ve unknowingly spent too much time falling through the blackhole that is apparently his Twitter profile, and there are endless videos of his thickness and pinkness retweeted all over your feed. You wonder if he knows how popular he is. He must. But does he like it?

He seems to, that’s for sure. Levi clenches his jaw as he strokes himself, boney fingers and bumpy knuckles crunching and curling to adhere to his size. He scoops downwards, measuring his balls in his palm, already feeling the heat of his cock grow awfully rampant and distracting—it makes focusing on the chat a thousand times more difficult. He knows he needs to focus, but he thinks of you and can’t.

The two cock rings keep him pathetically hard. God, he wants to be fucking touched right now, but he wouldn’t dare admit it to anyone. He wants to feel soft fingertips roaming his body, manhandling him, bending him, breaking him. He wants them on his chest, pinching his nipples and buried within his cute little ass. He wants them pressing apart his inner thighs, forcing him to bear himself. He wants to be properly fucked.

I want you on your bed. Get on your knees and finger yourself for me. Make sure I can see your pretty face.

Levi rereads your requests a few times, licking his lips before making a face. “Christ… ‘think you can just… tell me what to do through a damn screen. I’m not fingering myself.” He shakes his head. “That’s… that’s...”

Aww, you don’t need to be embarrassed, Levi. Everyone already knows what a slut you are.

“Yeah, yeah. I get it,” he mumbles. He pulls the port out of his laptop and carries the device over onto his bed. Shrouded in dim lighting, his eyes look darker.

He grabs a bottle of lube from his box of toys and squirts a generous amount onto his fingertips before crawling onto his knees, a forearm planted in front of him, then he slants his body to one side so that the frame catches his ass pointed high in the air.

You click your tongue: Come on. Spread your legs a little more, Levi.

“I’m going, I’m going. Give me a fuckin’ second,” he grunts.

You snort, reclining back. You fail to blink as you devour the pixels smoothed over your screen, finding yourself oddly infatuated.

While your clit is pounding, desperate for attention, you continue to drip and grind your teeth together. Levi has bent his back into a stunning arch, completely bare, ebony hair swept messily across his forehead and barely obstructing those stunning gray eyes. He blinks slowly through long lashes, features screwing and unscrewing as he swirls his middle finger around his tight little hole. He bites down on his bottom lip.

Such a good boy, you praise.

He scoffs. “Yeah?”

Even when he’s getting fucked, he makes a point to be snippy. Half of you loves it, while the other is eager to absolutely destroy him. You wonder what Levi sounds like when he’s really desperate. When he’s practically drooling. When his eyes are in the back of his head because it all just feels too good, or because he needs it that badly. What does he look like?

You instruct him: Add another finger now.

“What, you want me to rip my asshole in half?”

You can take it, can’t you? Big baby.

He rolls his eyes, but you catch the glint of amusement in his iris. “Of course I can take it. I’m just fucking with you.”

You can tell by the shifting of his forearm and the scrunching of his features that he’s obeyed you yet again. Levi moans.

What a sweet, stupid boy—he hasn’t the slightest idea how easy he is.

He scissors his middle and ring fingers, stretching his passage, forehead continuing to droop with every gasp wrangled from his dry throat. He can feel his cock. It’s hanging hard and untouched between his thighs, oozing arousal. The cock rings continue to hold him close, while spillages of precome and excess lube slather his ass and thighs like a thick frosting. The color red beats on his face.

Chin up, you remind. Show everyone how disgusting you are.

It takes a minute for him to see what you wrote, then suddenly it’s as if a string is attached to the back of his head. “Not… Ahh—!” He groans, heaving when he nudges his prostate. Not disgusting.

His body reacts accordingly: he grinds forward and fucks back against his fingers, but he needs more to be fully satiated. More stimulation, more hands, more fingers, more of everything.

“Fuck. Fuck, I need…” He bites his tongue, coherent words replaced with breathy moans.

You stare wide-eyed with a smirk tugging at your lips. Hooking your fingertips below the hem of your shirt, you tug it over your head and let your breasts fall free. Your thumb excitedly brushes your stiff nipple and you shove the bulb of your vibrator into your panties, switching the setting to low.

You pull away only briefly to type: Tell me what you need, Levi.

His answer is instantaneous. “I wanna come.” It sounds half like a whine.

You wanna come? Why can’t you?

You can see his thighs trembling, loud pants fumbling from his saliva-coated lips. Even his bicep is shaking as he struggles to hold himself upright in front of the camera. If you stay silent for long enough, you can hear the squelch, squelch, squelch of his fingers plunging hungrily into his ass.

“You… You know why. Come on. Don’t act so fuckin clueless.”

Why can’t you Levi?

“B-because!” He spews. His jaw locks, and you see his resolve begin to wane.

Because why?

“Because… I don’t… have permission.”

You smile, turning up the speed on your vibrator.

Good boy, Levi. That’s right. You don’t have permission.

Do you like playing with your ass?

“I-I don’t know. You… tell me,” he groans.

Oh, I know you do. I just like to hear you say these things out loud.

It makes you sound like such a slut.

“Agh, fuck you,” he curses, and you snort.

Keep fucking yourself for mommy. Do you own a plug?

Levi cheeks flush horrendously at the name-drop, but he retorts, “If I like having my ass toyed with, of course I do.”

You outwardly grunt, You’re incredibly frustrating to talk to.

Put the plug in, and don’t hold back. Mommy wants to hear what pathetic noises you make when your ass is getting filled.

Levi inhales through his teeth. “Y-yes… ma’am,” he stammers, granting himself a few more desperate thrusts before withdrawing his slick fingers.

Once again, he reaches into Pandora’s box, this time retrieving a metal plug. Two fingers generously coat the cold silver toy in a layer of lube before he positions himself properly in front of the camera for you to see.

He wonders how you’re looking at him right now. Everyone else—two-thousand-plus people—he knows are staring hungrily at his cock, his lips, possibly even his flushed chest and abdomen; but when his eyes meet the camera, he feels someone staring back. One person. Are you normally this bossy? What do you look like right now as you play with yourself? He’s trying to curate an image of you in his head. Wide eyes, parted, damp lips bitten raw from exhilaration, pussy slick from arousal and dripping between your plush thighs. God, he wants to stuff his face between those thighs. Wherever they are. Wherever you are, watching him.

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Levi crawls onto all fours and exhales shakily. He’s done this plenty of times to know exactly where to guide the plug—it’s muscle memory. The cool tip kisses his rim and easily slides inside of him, coaxing a quiet moan from his lips. With furrowed brows, his fingertips press against the black base, shoving it deeper, teasing his prostate. God, fuck. His lips part to form a massive o-shape before he clamps his teeth together and seals away his whimpers.

“Christ… f-fuck, I-I did it. What… what now. Fuck.”

Levi sits back on his knees, ass now stuffed as he balances his bottom on his heels. His cock, which is still fully hard and glowering purple with a bright red tip, bobs aimlessly, begging to be touched. You wonder how he would react if you were there to take him down your throat.

Need to cum?

Levi digs his fingers into his thigh and swallows.

He hisses out, “What do you think?” Obviously his frustration over not yet earning his release is starting to show more so now than before, but thankfully, you’ve had an idea brewing the past few minutes as you’ve watched him finger his own ass.

Tell me how you feel, Levi.

“I… feel so fuckin’ full,” he admits.

The dimness of the bedroom hides his furious blush, but you don’t miss how he averts his gaze.

Full? How many inches do you think you could take?

He shrugs. “Uh, maybe six.”

Then I’d make you take seven. Maybe even eight. How does that sound? You can take anything can’t you?

“Yeah—“ He coughs, clearing his throat. His tone wavered. You think that Levi is the type of person who really has to be broken down before he lets himself go. “Yeah. I-I can… take anything.”

That’s my good boy.

Now hump your pillow for me.

He gawks. “Excuse me?”

I said hump the pillow, dummy.

“I’m not—why would I…!” His face is beet red now, and despite his objection, thousands of eyes watch him contradict himself as he squashes his thighs together.

The rings stay on of course. This is just for mine and everyone’s personal enjoyment.

I’m going to rub my clit as I watch you struggle.

“You’re fucking evil.”

It’s more fun this way.

Levi clicks his tongue, glaring pointedly into the camera. “Tough for you. I’m… I’m not humping a pillow.”

Then I guess you’re not gonna cum. What a shame.

“But—!” He opens his mouth, the words halting halfway on his tongue. A defeated sigh substitutes his protests, and his shoulders sag. “Fuck… Fine. Fine, I’ll… I’ll hump your stupid pillow. But I better get a reward.”

We’ll see.

Levi detests the fact he’s going to have to do laundry after the stream, but at this point, he’s willing to do anything if it means having one of his cock rings loosened so he can just shoot his fucking load already.

Levi straddles his folded pillow, subtly turning his head away as his hard cock rests on the cushiony surface. Then he leans forward onto the heels of his palms, inhaling sharply before dragging his hips forward.

You pull the vibrator out of your panties and graze the bulb against your clothed folds. By now you’ve soaked completely through your panties, vibrations coursing along the soggy gusset.

@yourmom: holy shit

@breedmeerwin: who would’ve thought he’d actually go through with it

Your fingertips dance up your soft stomach until you firmly grip your right breast, thumb and forefinger working in tandem to tweak your nipple into a hard bud. You shred yourself of your panties and press the vibe against your swollen clit. Lustful thoughts of easing your soaked pink pair of panties into his mouth until his cheeks are bulging has you inching closer until your orgasm hangs over you.

Then you turn off the vibe, labored breaths fumbling from your lips.

One of Levi’s hands bunches around the pillow, knuckles paling with his death-like grip. Damp, inky strands of hair cling to his forehead in a disheveled pattern. As he eases into the rhythm of his thrusts, his darkened eyes flutter shut.

The plug in his ass rocks as he grinds against the pillow, abdomen burning from the exercise and sweat glowing on his shoulders and cheeks as a result. He constantly has to pause his hips, teetering on the edge of an orgasm that never comes and never will—not without your permission.

You sit there and leak happily. Sticky air swirls overtop your folds and your twitching clit—strangely enough, you don’t want to come just yet. You long to know exactly what Levi feels in this moment.

Every snap of his hips has him moaning sweetly, strong thighs quivering, cock on the verge of exploding. You wonder how he would react if you dragged your thumbnail across his weeping slit or coated his cock in the precome welling over.

“Please, please let me come. Fuck!” He pleads.

Levi stops and digs his fingers into his bed sheets, back heaving as he steals sharp intakes of breath. He whimpers quietly, too fucked to function, his swollen cock bobbing hot against his pelvis, trapped between skin and cotton.

I didn’t tell you to stop, did I? You stop, we end. You don’t get your orgasm and instead get to go the rest of the week all hard and pathetic. Untouched.

A choked sob empties from his throat, and he feels a wetness stinging his lidded eyes. 

“Tha’s… not fair.” The pillow case feels painful as it swaddles his curved dick, scratching him with every desperate thrust—a cruel reminder. The cock rings are too tight now.

Your thighs squish together, abetting your arousal, while Levi struggles to keep his hands away from himself. You make a mental note that he would look delectable with leather cuffs around his wrists.

Obediently, he slows his roll again, resisting the primal urge to come with every fucking bone and fiber in his entire body. All night you’ve been calling him your good boy, and for some reason, he would hate to disappoint you.

Once you see he’s trembling, you feel a twinge of sympathy. As much of a menace as he is, he’s suffered long enough.

That was a nice performance. I’ve never seen someone look so desperate to cum in my life.

He bites back a snide comment.

Sit back down. I want to see you better.

Levi all but stumbles back into his chair, ass still uncomfortably stuffed and cock sheathed in a sheer luminescence.

Now go ahead and stroke yourself. Slow. Show everyone how pretty of a dick you have.

You gaze into the monitor, two fingers rubbing circles over your clit. If only Levi knew how beautiful he looked right now. His eyes are so glossy that you can see the ring lights in his blown pupils, and he’s got a crease etched in his forehead, dark eyebrows drawn together.

You can see the veins running up his toned arms, the stringy tendons in his hands flexing with each earnest thrust of his mauve-tinted cock. He’s fully whining now, practically babbling and beautifully incoherent, those bare hips twitching upwards to chase his own high. He’s so fucking close. A single tug on one of the rubber straps around his dick and he would come white ribbons all up his abdomen.

Oh fuck I’m almost tempted to leave you like this. All needy and shit. You would go crazy, wouldn’t you?

Levi makes a devastated sound—something between a wail and a whimper.

“Don’t… don’t do that. Please.” Tears slide down his cheeks, and he strokes himself achingly slow, praying that he doesn’t explode. “Please, ‘can’t go without it. I need it so badly. Please. Please, you can’t do that, you—“ He hiccups, head lulling to the side. His back is tense, shoulder blades pressing into the back of his chair.

I can do whatever I want to you. You’re mine.

He gasps. Something swells inside his chest.

“Hurts. Need… need to cum. Mommy, please—“

And—oh fuck—that makes you want to coo gently into his ear and wipe his tears off his cheeks. His debauched tone tugs right at your heartstrings.

Whose slut are you, Levi? Who does your dick belong to?

As he prods his swollen tip with his forefinger, he responds, “You. You. Fuck! ‘belongs to you.”

Yeah, it does. So who decides if you get to touch Mommy’s dick? If you get to cum?

“‘s you! You decide!” His cock twitches. He sobs. “Please, let me come! Please. I’ll do anything!”

Look at you. Such a good fucking boy.

Take your hand off.

“What?! What? No, no, no. Please. Come on—“ Levi sounds as if he’s about to burst into full-on tears, panic settling into his features.

You ease his fears: You can cum. But I want an unobstructed view of my dick.

“Fuck…” He squeezes his cock head, whimpering through his teeth. Wetness still slides down his red cheeks. “I fucking hate you. ‘hate you… so goddamn much.”

You hate me, yet you’re still going to do exactly what I say.

He groans, bucking into his fist. “I’m there. I’m right there!”

Take off one of the rings and cum for me, Levi.

“Y-yes… Yes, ma’am. Fuck. Thank you, thank you…”

Mhm.

Levi obeys because he’s a good boy, knuckles flushing white around the arm rest of his desk chair as he snakes his free hand down between his thighs. With trembling fingertips, he latches onto the ring wrapped snug around the base of his cock and tugs on the bead to loosen the strap.

You watch the screen with parted lips. Levi’s back automatically bends into a flexible arch, hips grinding forward to meet a phantom touch as the white hot burn of his climax envelops him. Thick ropes of cum spurt from the flushed head of his cock and coat his quivering abdomen. He sobs through his orgasm. Streaks of silver roll down his cheeks, smearing along his lash line, and his slick melts down his abs like paint seeping down a wall. His cock is still hard, the cock ring around his full and heavy balls soon-to-be the next to go.

“More. More. Please,” he cries, terribly pathetic. His mind is muddled right now. “I… I wanna come…”

You can cum again, Levi. Take off the second ring.

God, I wish I could put you in my mouth right now.

Levi blinks at the chat with glossy eyes, still sniffling. He’s trembling as he releases the second cock ring with a loud, guttural groan, then he takes his overstimulated cock in his hand and furiously fucks his own fist. Droplets continue to seep from the corners of his eyes.

“Come again for me, Levi,” you whisper to yourself, testing the words on your tongue.

It’s strange. You’ve never asked that of anyone before, and you wish Levi could hear you.

“I-I’m gonna—fuck!” Levi chokes. “Can I, can I—please, I-I… Fuck, ‘need it!”

Shit, you really have broken him. A sadistic smile curls up on your lips, and you lean into your palm as he mutters, begging you for permission even after you’ve already granted it. There isn’t even a lapse of judgement on his behalf. No sarcastic quip or huff of annoyance. Just sheer compliance. Levi’s true colors appear as shown: he’s a fucking slut.

Look at how well behaved you are now.

Didn’t take much, did it? Go ahead and cum, Levi. You’ve been such a good boy.

Levi whines, airy gasps clashing with the loud squelching sounds of him milking his cock dry. It hurts so good to touch himself through his orgasm, balls tightening, chest inflating with balmy air. His hips lurch forward. For a second time, he makes an utter mess of himself, and you relish every second of it, imagining what he tastes like on your tongue. You cum hard on your vibe.

[ 5.3k viewers ]

You have to catch your breath as you come down from your high, both you and Levi spent. He remains slumped against his chair with his fuchsia lips parted to aid in his recovery as he gulps down on oxygen.

@foureyedtitan: levi are you dead? should erwin and i come over???

His head feels heavy when he lifts it off the back of his chair, then he slides forward, leaning his temple into his palm. He stays utterly silent, ruminating, before finally opening his mouth again.

“If any of you…” he croaks, resorting to his typical, icy glare, “ever discuss what happened today, I will kill you.”

@erwinnie: a mommy kink… how interesting

@foureyedtitan: levi cries during sex HAHA

@notmonkeman: levi you look absolutely beautiful when you cry

“Fucking creep!” Levi screams. “Get lost!”

>> Would you like to ban @notmonkeman from viewing your stream?

>> Yes.

Levi blinks at the screen, scrolling through the comments. He wonders if you’re still watching him right now (You are). He wonders if you enjoyed yourself (You did).

“In fact,” he murmurs, “I think everyone should get lost. Stream is over. My dick is broken.”

Dazedly, Levi continues to wipe himself down with a few scratchy tissues while you pull on your t-shirt. The viewer count begins it’s decline. You type a final message.

Levi sees it. Something akin to a smile graces his swollen lips as he reads:

See you next Tuesday, pretty.

< @anonymous gifted Levi Ackerman $1,500.00 >

He gapes. You leave. When you see the green light switch to red beside his icon, you know that he’s ended the stream completely. Already you begin to plot for next week.

Levi spins in his seat.

“Totally fucking worth it.”

Thinking of a story line: :)

Actually having to write it: >:(

Just- so cute holy shit

Hello :)

Sukuna. fluff. Pretty please.

Could you write something about sukuna falling for itadori's best friend. You can throw some angst in there too because I am a masochist❤️

Sukuna x F! Reader 

oh god, this turned purely self indulgent halfway through. low key thinking of turning this into a series to give you the angst you deserve.

A/N: (reader is Itadori’s senior and is 18) (loosely inspired by the song “me and my husband” by mitski)

“And I am the idiot with the painted face

In the corner, taking up space

But when he walks in, I am loved, I am loved”

——-

- You had been one of the few poor senior students who had been victim to what had been Itadori’s “elevator pitch” for more people to join the occult club early back in high school. [the said “elevator pitch” being him jumping out at random people with a white bedsheet over his head saying “boo” as he handed you the club form]

- You didn't end up joining the club. But you somehow did end up getting joined at the hip with the chaotic mess under the white sheet.

- Whether it was you two rushing to the theatre to watch Jennifer Lawrence’s new movie,  or going to a revolving sushi place [only to get pocky from a nearby vending machine instead because revolving sushi is apparently expensive], Itadori Yuuji had become a comforting and very important presence in your life.

- So of course when he suddenly dropped out of your life, being the worried friend you were, you decided to poke around a little only to find out that he was...dead?

- Maybe a few months down the line, you would’ve started to slightly recover from the tragic news you had just gotten. Instead, what you got was your supposedly dead best friend popping up days later to tell you that he ate a finger and now he was the vessel for some centuries old curse,,,

- Um yeah...safe to say that Yuji did not expect you to go into the fit of emotions that you did [boy had the audacity to call you dramatic for fainting and then crying while hugging him once you gained consciousness] 

- some time passed and Yuji and you didn’t see each other much with him practically training to be the strongest jujutsu sorcerer. Still, simply happy to have him back alive, your brain managed to convinced itself that everything was still the same. 

- And it was when he’d sneak out a day or two from his heavy schedule and you’d be back to your normal routine of watching movies, stuffing your face with snacks, getting your face licked by the mouth on Yuji’s hand…

- ,,,wait what

- The first time the curse had made contact with you was simply out of annoyance of why the stupid brat even took the time to see someone as mundane as you so often.

- His plan was to simply scare you into leaving, knowing it would cause the brat pain.

- So he grabbed the opportunity when Yuji moved forward to brush off some popcorn dust on the side of your mouth, not only licking the side of your face but also being successful in slightly grazing his teeth against your tender skin. 

- Yuji had mentioned that being a vessel had caused some weird physical “abnormalities” for him. you didn’t understand it back then but at least knowing that had sort of prepared you for such an instance.

- So imagine the curse’s surprise [and an even further growing annoyance] when your eyes barely widened for a second before you burst into laugher, 

“Didn’t you train your dog to not bite?”

- by now, Yuji had jumped 5 feet away from you and was still halfway through his string of apologies, but upon hearing your reaction, he mused on your fake calm while letting out a chuckle himself, 

- “Guess I’ve got to get a leash for him” 

- By this point, the ever so indifferent curse had taken two teenagers talking about him like a mere annoyance as a personal challenge.

- And that’s how it started.

- He’d come out every now and then, licking your fingers as Yuji passed you something or making lewd remarks on anything and everything that you ever started a conversation about. 

- But you and Yuji barely paid him attention and it was an understatement to say that it infuriated the living hell out of him.

- Particularly you, who wouldn’t even be annoyed or sarcastic about his tactics anymore. Instead, treating him like a friend who was simply joining you and the brat to hang out. 

- He hated it. Hated how bright your laugh was. Hated how you made them stop every time you saw a stray animal just so you could pet it. Hated how your skin was as soft as a cloud and how you sometimes smelled like cherry blossoms. He’d kill you in an instant if he could ugh.

- it was a weekend and Yuji and you had been watching a movie, even though Yuji was barely paying attention. You knew he was tired as his large frame slumped over your shoulder. Pulling the blanket up to his face, you once again felt the wet feeling of the assaults you had grown familiar with on the side of your hand.

- “You could’ve just asked for a pocky if you wanted one, no need to lick it off my fingers you grumpy little thing”, you laughed as you stood up to go to the bathroom

- that snapped the final string. 

- Coming back into your living room, you wondered if Yuji had somehow gotten up in his sleep and managed to draw weird black lines over himself all in the span of 5 minutes. 

- ‘Yuji, what the fuck?’

- ‘Well well, now who’s acting like a grumpy little thing’ 

- The deep voice sent rumbles down your spine and you knew in an instant what had happened. 

- Even though your breath hitched in your throat and your body begged for you to run as fast away as you can, you held your ground as you simply tilted your head at the curse 

- “Well, I’d like my best friend back if you don’t mind.”

- You saw the smirk on Sukuna’s face falter for just a second before he crossed the space between the couch and you.

- Now as strong of a front as you managed to hold up until now, watching something like that stride straight towards you would have had even the strongest of sorcerers shitting bricks.

- Instinctively, you took a few steps backwards, but he simply continued to close the distance between the two of you until you were backed up against the wall.

- You flinched as he slammed a hand right next to your head and he seemed to gain immense satisfaction from that as he looked down at your startled face with a smirk plastered on his tattooed face. 

- Sukuna was sure that you’d be begging for his mercy any second now. His smirk widened and he was ready to mock your pleas as he saw you open your mouth to say something, 

- “ ...so much for a damn pocky.”

- All those other times you had caught the curse off guard were nothing compared to the “partially-confused partially-baffled” expression that he held on his face now. It almost made him look human. Almost.

- You didn’t realise just how long you were holding his gaze until Yuji took back control and apologized like a million times over, reassuring you that he would’ve never let you get hurt. 

- The curse didn’t show up for almost a week after that. And while you were grateful for not having to wash off your hands or face 14 times a day, you somehow felt anxious about its sudden disappearance. 

- All those worries were thrown out the window as he once again showed up while Yuji was passed out on the couch after a particularly tough session with Gojo sensei.

- Looking at the curse, you felt anger more than anything, how could he just drop out on you with no warning and then show up in the middle of your living room- ...wait a second, why the hell are you mad at a literal curse for not telling you he was taking a mental health break or whatever it was that he was doing? 

- While you sorted out through these conflicting thoughts in your mind, the curse seemed to be going through a similar crisis. 

- Having woken up in the brat’s fragile human body with no warning whatsoever, Sukuna wasn’t in the mood to see your face so soon again. He didn’t know why your physical presence unsettled him so much. All he knew was that he hated it. Even more now that he knew what you looked like all scared and small compared to his vessel’s towering build, and how you smelled even sweeter than what he had tasted, and how despite all that you still had the courage to stand up to someone as dangerous as him. Ugh, disgusting. 

- “The stupid brat passed out.”

- Such a simple statement caused you to snap your head up at him. But he didn’t wait for your reaction as he somehow managed to plop down on the couch while still looking graceful. Picking up the half eaten box of pocky, he warily pulled one out, eyeing it as if it was  a poisoned dagger before breaking off a piece and placing it on his tongue.

- “This is what you would risk your life for, brat?” 

- He turned his head slightly to look at you still frozen in place, staring at him with that doe eyed look that made his chest burn a little. Isn’t this what he wanted all along?

- “Are you simply going to stand there and gawk? I don’t bite-...well, not unless you ask me to.”

- He knew that would set you right back to your usual self,

 - “...maybe we do need to get a leash after all.”

- Sukuna internally grinned as he saw you move to the other side of the couch, ready to hear whatever more of the snarky comeback that you’d have (not that he was anticipating it, it was just the better alternative to being gaped at. Or so he told himself)

- “You ate the non chocolate covered part of the pocky by the way-”

- “As if a layer of this disgusting brown substance can make the rotten stick taste bette-”

- “Well aren’t sticks all you had to eat in yOuR TiME anyways?”- 

—-

- You somehow managed to fall asleep after the bickering, proceeding to sit in silence after you told him to not bother you while you tried to read. You wouldn’t admit it, but you were a little disappointed when he actually didn’t. Instead, he sat on the couch with a slight smirk still plastered on his face, continuing to simply gaze at you. your heart did lunges every time you slyly looked up from your book to take a peak at him. you wondered how many ways he had come up with to kill you so far. 

- On the other hand, the curse sat idly, watching you while his thoughts rumbled in his mind. Maybe killing you can be pushed off the agenda for now. There are much better ways to hurt the brat anyways aren't there? Perhaps he could use one of these brownish covered sticks to-...what is he thinking?

- He ultimately deems it stupid brat’s humane emotions and sheer stupidity that must be interfering with his thoughts.

- A loud sneeze snaps him out of his daze as he sees you slumped against a pillow, your book falling off your lap. And then he does something that he immediately decides that he would pretend to have not done for the rest of his existence. Luckily, the brat takes back control right after he does it anyways.

- But that thought slips his mind as he finds himself replaying the serene look on your face as he gently pulled the book out of your hands, and how his hands shook a little as you nuzzled your nose into the fabric of the blanket that he pulled over you. How could you have felt so calm around him?

THE WAY THAT THIS IS SO ACCURATE 😌💅

Flustered Nanami is everything i live for

Hello! Can you write one about Nanami where the reader is oblivious and they're really close to Gojo so he gets jealous often. Sometimes Gojo does things purposely to annoy him and one day he just lost his composure and accidentally admitted his feelings for you.

I hope u accept if you're not too busy. Thank you!!!

— a little push

— sometimes all nanami needs is a little push.

nanami kento x fem! reader

thank you for the request anon! i’m not sure if reader is oblivious enough but i hope you like it! there’s some thick pining here hur hur, i hope you like it! i never knew i needed an easily flustered and awkward nanami in my life also this is unedited as usual

check my bio for masterlist and my milestone event! (◕ᴗ◕✿)

“Do you mind?”

Nanami sighs, silently praying to the heavens you wouldn’t hear the way his heart is absolutely panicking and beating wildly right now. You’d randomly pushed him inside the teachers’ office the moment he got back to the institute at work, and now he’s doomed to hide his feelings while you look up at him with wide, innocent eyes, a shaky yet excited grin painted on your face.

“Sorry, sorry,” you wave your hands in front of you, although he can tell you’re not apologetic at all. Nanami clears his throat when you step backwards to give him space, unsure if he’s happy or sad about the distance. “I was just really excited to see you back.”

Your carefree, lighthearted voice, along with that little jump in your toes combined with your statement – you’re basically asking Nanami to shrivel up already.

The stoic man remains composed, though, only shifting to adjust his tie while he stares down at you. You’re still somewhat bouncing on your feet, teeth biting your lip – a habit you had when you want to say something but contemplating whether you should. Tilting away to hide the slight flush in his cheeks, Nanami sighs again, pretending to be tired.

The last thing he wants to admit that even though he is exhausted from work, is that you’d never bother him. In fact, having you bombard him like this makes him feel like he didn’t deal with special grade curse by himself all alone just an hour ago.

“If there’s something you want to say, I suggest you get it over with. I don’t want to stay overtime and wait until the blindfolded creep comes around.”

You giggle at his insult, hiding behind your cupped palms. Crap, Nanami looks away and focuses on the birds outside instead, suddenly finding them so interesting despite never paying attention to them before. Maybe that was the curse of crushes – it had people acting differently and in complete contrast with their behavior.

“About that,” you begin almost shyly now, and Nanami practically bursts when he sees you tapping both of your pointer fingers together, gaze tilted away from him.

It makes him wonder you’re nearly on the same skill to Gojo, yet still somehow look like a small, innocent being that makes him want to protect you from everything – even if you were more than capable of handling things yourself. Well, Nanami concludes to himself, maybe you’re really just that paradoxical that it makes sense why he can never think straight around you. Maybe he’s really not supposed to understand the complexity of his feelings when you were a phenomena to begin with already.

“You see…Satoru asked me out.”

Nanami stiffens at your statement for a split second before his head whips to you so fast. You’re observant – of course you are, you’re a jujutsu sorcerer – and you easily pick up in his sudden change of demeanor. Your brow raises at his abrupt reaction, to which Nanami conceals by flexing his neck and rolling his shoulders back.

“I am simply tired from work,” he haf-lies, “So, Satoru asked you out? Will you say yes?”

His words and tone are monotonous, almost bored even, but deep inside he’s so close to beating the crap out of his co-worker. Well, not really, Nanami isn’t a man of violence, but he’s jealous. Of course he is – he’s liked you ever since Principal Yaga hired you.

He’s never told Satoru about his little crush on you. He would be stupid to do such; Satoru would tease him to no end and maybe even be as childish to go as far as pushing him to you. Typical elementary shit, Nanami cringes to himself, watching as you look down at your feet with a pout. Now that confused him. He isn’t sure what your body language means at all, but patient as ever, Nanami only waits.

“Well,” you scratch your forehead, “I’m really flattered. I want to say yes because Satoru is a nice guy—”

“He is not. I do not respect him.”

You roll your eyes at the way his eyes darkens, “—but also I’m not sure if I should. I mean, Satoru doesn’t really date, you know? He’ll be with like one girl and be with another the next week. I just don’t want to…like, fall for that, I guess. Not that I won’t, because he’s totally not my type—”

“It’s just a yes or no,” Nanami cuts you off, his words coming out a lot harsher than he intends it to be. It’s not that he’s annoyed at your rambling, he actually finds it so adorable when you get so lost in your train of thoughts that your mind just travels from one place to another, and seeing how your eyes just leave farther from reality is something he’s always find such an attractive quirk, but not now – not when his infuriating co-worker is intending to mess with your feelings. “Do you want to go or not? Yes or no? It’s as simple as that.”

You blink back at him in surprise, mouth opening and closing like a fish. Sometimes it’s hard to remember that Nanami was a no-bullshit man who hit things right on the head, a huge contrast to your happy-go-lucky self, but he’s right.

It is that simple – and you’re complicating things all over again.

When you give him an answer, Nanami has to muster all his energy to not deflate. He’s tired – but now his exhaustion and even the heartbreak comes crashing down all over him that he’s immediately weighed down and overwhelmed – so much so that all he wants is to go home.

“Yes, I want to go.”

It’s his day off.

Like everything else in his life, Nanami plans everything down to the last minute of his day. His day off consisted of him having the privilege to sleep in until 8am, then breakfast with coffee from that great café a five minute walk away from his apartment, then he’ll be reading books in his study for two hours. Comes after that is lunch, and he’ll brows through some TV shows, pick up his clothes from the dry cleaning, get that special limited edition dinner of his favorite sushi, read books again and call it a day.

Simple, peaceful, no hassle – it’s the perfect day to relax.

Except it isn’t.

Because it’s your day off too, and you’re out on a date with Satoru. He still remembers how happy you looked then upon accepting the white haired man’s invitation, your nimble fingers wrapped around his sleeve as you shyly asked him to come with you.

He doesn’t know why you had to bring him, but he doesn’t question it, nonetheless. Nanami wants to see how Satoru would react, if there could be any indication from the man behind his blindfold that he had ill intentions. Oddly enough, there didn’t seem to be any. Satoru only beamed and deflated into a chibi, enthusiastically nodding along with you while you planned your date together.

Nanami took it upon himself to leave.

With a silent scoff, Nanami placed his dinner down on the counter. Because it’s his day off – and mostly because he doesn’t feel like himself – Nanami went out to buy the limited edition sushi wearing a white shirt and some gray sweatpants, too forlorn and a little jealous to even bother dressing up.

It’s stupid, really. He’s been looking forward for this sushi for a long, long time, but now that he’s had it, he can’t even enjoy the taste. His mind keeps going back to you.

Were you having fun with Satoru? Were you enjoying your time? Was Satoru treating you well? What was Satoru’s intentions when it came with you? The last time Nanami checked, you and him got along really well and you’re mostly the one who whacks the taller man in the head upside down when he’s being stupid, almost like two peas in a pod, except you were the smarter one. He’d been so sure you’re nothing but friends and yet…it all lead to this.

Nanami pushes his sushi away. They no longer taste like anything, the texture like dried paper on his mouth. He wipes his lips with a napkin, staring longingly at well…nothing. His walls were plain and empty, and suddenly, Nanami can’t help but compare himself to Gojo.

You both planned to go to the local carnival. There’d be lots of foods and even parlor shops, ferris wheel rides and photo booths to create memories. Of course you and Satoru would go there; both of you enjoyed loud, bustling crowds, claiming there was something amazing about basking in the “lives of humans when ignorant of curses” while Nanami prefers his peace and silence.

Had you gone out on a date with him instead, Nanami can’t guarantee he’ll be any fun. He most definitely wouldn’t ask you to go to a carnival with him either. It was loud, cramped, crowded, and it’s too chaotic for him to ever enjoy your presence and enjoy it alone.

Nanami closes the sushi box, turns on the TV and lets is play on the background, a wet towel above his eyes to relax his tired eyes.

He hopes you’re having fun. He hopes Satoru is treating you well. Nanami just ignores the slight pain in his chest when he thinks of you, laughing and touching anyone but him, and he could picture it already. You’ve always been so open and welcoming to everyone, he knows you’ll have fun today, too.

That’s one of the things he finds most endearing about you – that your smile never fades and you never forget about the simple, little things in life to focus on to keep your sanity after facing curse after curse.

He’s fine, he tells himself. Satoru may be annoying, but he knows you could have fun with him, and you deserved to be happy more than anyone else.

Nanami is about to fall asleep on his couch when his phone vibrates on the coffee tables. Groaning, he flicks off the towel to his shoulders, grumbling about how Principal Yaga better be respecting his day off, but the last thing he expects to see is your contact name flashing on the screen. In the contact photo, you’re winking with a peace sign held above your head.

You look so utterly adorable Nanami just wants to kiss you. He remembers this photo was taken when Yuuji got bored and asked to play games on his phone. Upon finding that there was none – of course there was none – the strawberry-haired student opted for taking pictures of everyone instead. There’s one with Nobara growling, Megumi sipping his boba-tea with dead eyes as if he’s so done with the world, more than twenty pictures of Satoru flexing his muscles and posing like an idiot, and then there’s yours.

Nanami remembers staring at his phone for a solid minute, his gallery actually blessed with your face in it. The sun shines behind you on that photo and you’re absolutely shining. He thinks that’s when he truly fell in love.

And it just so happened the love of his life is calling, making his heart skip a beat because shouldn’t you be with Gojo? Why were you calling him? Did something wrong happen?

Nanami doesn’t waste another second before swiping the green icon, already standing up from the couch as he grabs his jacket. He had this weird inkling something is wrong, why else would you call him?

His theories are proven true when your voice comes out shaky. “H-hello?”

“Good evening,” he greets stiffly, brows furrowed as he listens in on the way you seem to be shuffling around. “Is there something wrong?”

“I, uhm,” he hears you sniffle through the other line, “Yeah, I guess there is…Satoru just texted he can’t come because Principal Yaga suddenly sent him to a mission overseas…and then I just realized that Satoru’s been summoned by the elders and he’s just refusing to show up, so now they cornered him, I guess… anyways, I’m talking too much and I don’t want to be a bother, but would you maybe…like to hang out with me?”

Nanami’s hand freezes on the doorknob. “Hang out…professionally?”

He immediately wants to smack himself in the forehead for that. Out of all things he could’ve said, he just had to utter something unintelligent. He hears you snicker in the background and Nanami’s ears redden. 

He quickly regains his composure with a clear of his throat, suddenly remembering that Satoru’s ditched you, so now you’re asking him instead. It kind of feels like he’s just a replacement, but Nanami buries this feeling down before it consumes him, wondering if he’s already regretting changing into better clothes because he actually agreed to go to a carnival with you.

Upon hearing your happy, “Okay! I’ll wait for you then!”, Nanami realizes that he doesn’t actually mind. Especially not with you.

The carnival is loud.

Nanami dreads the moment he steps out of his car, his body swallowed by the bustling crowd and defeaning music of banging drums and clashing instruments. There’s a hundred scents everywhere – smoke, fish, glazed apples – he doesn’t know where to begin or how to focus.

He nearly turns back to his hair, about to shoot you a text that maybe this is beyond him after all. His head begins to spin when he’s only pushed deeper into the crowd, people bumping into him with every single second and it’s so suffocating. It doesn’t make sense to him how anyone could possibly go on a date like this and enjoy it. He knows for sure this chaos won’t let him enjoy his date’s presence because he’s too busy trying to get away from it all.

Nanami staggers for a bit when a strong hand tugs him to the side. Soon, he finds himself pressed flush against you in a tight corner, your hips warm on his. “Hi,” you breathe out airily, lashes fanning and fluttering in that same manner that always made his heart do complete flips.

“Hello,” he greets back with a small bow out of faux respect, but really, he’s just keeping his head down because you look so beautiful in that moment he doesn’t even know where to look. You’re warm and soft next to his hard and stiff muscles, the scent of roses and vanilla mixing in with the street smoke and Nanami’s head grows dizzy, his hand around yours tightening for comfort. “Y/N…I do not prefer this crowd. Can I take you back home instead? You must be tired – I’ll prepare dinner for you.”

Nanami blinks back in surprise when he sees you nod, a slight grimace on your face, and you practically bury your face in his bicep as you groan, “It’s too noisy for me too. Let’s just hang out at your place.”

So you end up in his immaculately clean apartment, admiring and staring at the boring furniture. Nanami changes into more comfortable clothes and whips out something to cook, not wanting to feed you measly take out when you’re probably famished. He watches with side glances as you pick up a photo of him with his parents when he was younger, cooing and giggling at the baby version of him.

“Nanamin, you’re so cute!”

Nanami scoffs and turns back to the heated water in the bowl, arms hard as they cross against his chest covered with an apron. “Please do not call me cute. I am anything but.”

“No, you’re really cute,” you insist, but after seeing Nanami’s flustered frown, you eventually give up and give the poor man a break. Later, you wobble next to him, watching with curious eyes and a small smile as he adds the vegetables into the soup, moving expertly as he diced up the onions to the side. The sheer focus and attention on his daily tasks makes him falter, and he suddenly finds it so hard to function now.

“Why are you staring at me? Is there something so interesting about slicing up onions?”

“No, not really,” you say absentmindedly, the slight plop of the ingredients echoing. “It’s just – I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this way. Domestic, I mean, but it looks good on you,” you nod to yourself, and Nanami finds himself struggling to act as if your presence wasn’t making him go crazy while he proceeds to cook. “In fact, everything looks good on you, and I find you really interesting!”

“Y-you do?”

“Yes, of course!”

“Why?”

“I don’t know,” you shrug, assisting him silently with mixing the bowl even when he didn’t ask you to. Unaware that he’s now focused on you, watching you cook with him with you pressed up against his side, almost as if it’s right where you belong, Nanami feels the same with you. You also look good being this domestic with him, and he suddenly blurts out, “Would you like to stay with me? Like this?”

Your eyes slide over his in a slow fashion, slow enough that his brain hotwires at the fear maybe he’s said something wrong. But Nanami immediately swallows it down, huffing and turning away from you with that stoic expression again. “Forgive me. That was weird—”

“Why would it be weird?” you laughed to yourself before bumping your hips with his, “You’re the one who invited me here. Of course I want to stay.”

That’s…that’s not what he means.

Nanami is left staring openly at you while you help him set the table and you proceed to talk about how you didn’t really want to go to the carnival but Satoru insisted you’d have fun, so you went anyway even if you’d much prefer to be somewhere else. He’s barely listening, too distracted by the way your lips move and how you swing the house slippers on your big toe, your legs crossed on top of another and your figure slightly hunched across from him.

You look so comfortable and welcomed in his home that it puts him at ease too, not worried that he has to impress you anything because it’s you, and Nanami could actually be vulnerable enough to laugh with you over a bowl of vegetable soup.

It’s fine, he lies to himself again, it’s fine that you don’t know he likes you even if he tends to slip and be obvious sometimes. Because at least you’re with him in that moment, and he lies to himself again that it’s fine, that maybe next time he’ll tell you, but he doesn’t worry about. How could he worry about it when you’re snorting so loud over a lame joke he said that rice nearly came out your nose, and he’s so drunk over the sound of your bubbly laughter that something flutters deep within his belly?

When you help him wash the dishes and bask in the silence instead, comfortable over the lack of words and nothing but the sound of his faucet running and the slight rubbing of towels against dishes heard in the background, Nanami is unsure whether he’s glad that Satoru ditched you on your first date.

It doesn’t stop there.

Nanami only keeps falling in love with you more. He’s been doing a good job of keeping his feelings to himself because the last thing he wants is to have you stay away from him, but Satoru was really getting on his nerves.

He’s just come back from exorcising a curse when he sees you and Satoru play-wrestling in the field with the other students. Megumi is grumbling to himself in the corner, Yuuji is laughing and cheering on you to tackle down his sensei who’s currently going down in high-pitched laughter, Toge pumping his fists and screaming, “Salmon, salmon!”

It’s a chaotic sight – one that he usually doesn’t mind – until you finally pin Satoru down on the ground, your ass above his crotch. Satoru’s hands then come up to squeeze your ass and hips under the false pretense he’s struggling to push you off him, but Nanami knows better.

“Give up already!” you tease the other sorcerer who’s still wriggling underneath you, and Nanami sees it before it happens.

Satoru’s legs bend beneath you and he tries to pin you under him in quick movements, but Nanami is faster, his reflexes taking over. Before he realizes what he’s doing, Nanami tugs you and pulls you forward until you collide on his chest. He’s breathing hard, eyes narrowed at the arrogant smirk painted on Satoru’s features. Meanwhile, you’ve softened in Nanami’s grip, hands fisting his shirt that has him hardening up out of sheer protectiveness.

“Oh, Nanamin!” Satoru beams while wiping the dirt on his hands across his uniform, “Glad to see you here. You wanna join training too?”

“This is hardly training,” he retorts with a clenched jaw, “You’re harassing and disrespecting your fellow sorcerer because you can never keep your dirty hands to yourself,” before Satoru could defend himself, he’s already all over you, his hand tilting your chin side to side to check for any injuries. “Are you hurt anywhere? Did this bastard do anything else?”

“No, not really—”

“Why do you care so much, Nanamin?” Satoru teases, and the students all huddle to watch the commotion. Everyone can feel the tension rising, and Nanami only stiffens up further when he feels you lean closer to his warmth almost absentmindedly. “She and I were just playing around, no hard feelings, no foul play. We’re just having fun, right, Y/N?”

“She is not someone you can just have fun with, Satoru. You’ve already crossed the line when you ditched her on your first date, and you didn’t even bother texting or calling back when I drove her home. It’s disrespectful, and she deserves better than that.”

“Nanami—”

“I was busy,” Satoru sighs dramatically, “And if she deserves better than me, then who would it be? I can take care her of her, you know, she and I have been besties for like what, a year now? I’ll be good to her,” he smirks, and Nanami wants nothing more than to punch him square in the jaw. “Besides, it’s not like she’s dating anyone else. She’s single and ready to mingle—”

“Maybe she is, but I’m not,” Nanami deadpans, his harsh tone shocking everyone.

“Wh-what do you mean?” you squeak under him, and Nanami falls silent. He’s never thought of confessing to you, especially not this way, and Nobara is biting Yuuji’s jacket behind them to muffle her squeals. Panda is clapping his hands and whispers oh, here we go, followed by Toge’s salmon salmon.

It dawns on him now that everyone knows he likes you after all, and now that he’s confronted with the situation, he can’t run away from it. Not that Nanami plans on running away, for he is a man and his pride doesn’t allow him to evade situations like this.

He just wishes it could’ve gone out better.

“Forgive me if this makes you uncomfortable,” Nanami releases his grip on you, loosening his tie that makes him feel like he’s choking both on air and his words. Through his cool stature, he’s actually sweating inside his clothes, and it doesn’t help you’re patient with him too, head tilted to the side curiously and so horribly cutely he might combust. “But I have always been, and I still am, utterly in love with you.”

Nobara and Yuuji no longer hold back as they scream to themselves, the former slapping the latter in his back while Megumi only shakes his head, muttering “about time,” under his breath. Maki snickers to herself and Satoru is stunned, but it’s nothing compared to the way you shrink under his gaze for a moment.

He believes you’re going to run away from him because of his blatant confession; it wasn’t romantic at all, and the kids are still screaming too loudly for him to form coherent thoughts.

Nanami begins to form a deep bow, ready to apologize wholeheartedly and to politely ask you to forget this if you wish – he would respect your decision. But just as his gaze met the ground, he’s thrown off balance as you jump on him, soft glossy lips crashing into his.

The screams and cheers of everyone are suddenly drowned out when he feels your lips molding onto his, and he can feel you smiling happily, giggling while his hands tentatively run down your hips to hold you close. It’s unprofessional, displeasing, and downright horrendous to be kissing someone during work hours while the students are watching, especially because his clothes are crumpled from your eager touch and you’re on top of his chest, but Nanami absolutely doesn’t give a single fuck because he’s kissing you back fervently.

It’s what he’s always wanted – you’re the one he’s always wanted, and now that he has you in his hold, he’s not easily letting you go.

“See? I told you guys,” Satoru proudly puffs his chest up in the background, “All Nanamin needs is a little push.”

Don't mind me just thinking about Astarion at 1am

I wonder how long he battled with himself before he decided "fuck it, let's snack on Tav", what pushed him to risk getting found out like that instead of just catching some prey in the woods like before? How hungry was he??

Tav suggested to camp after another crude fight, filled with bloodshed, bruises and magic wound licking - did he plan to bite them then and there? I imagine he might have wanted to kill Tav, maybe the party got too much to bear with his secret and he would have rather lived out his Cazador free life for as long as the Tadpole allowed. Alone without the burden of people watching him every step of the way. Or maybe he just really couldn't wait to get food, ready to risk anything just to get the blood he needed, what he always craved. And with that luxurious elven blood right at his feet, how could he resist?

Then again why exactly Tav. I understand why he wouldn't dare to pierce Lae'zel's skin (he'd fucking die before she even opened her eyes properly, that woman would show no mercy) but Shadowheart for example, why not get a little nibble from her neck? She's shown compassion often already, although she can reinforce her boundaries no problem. Or Gale?

Maybe Tav's elven origin was the blood he preferred. (i know Astarion compares bear blood to Tav's like sludge to wine or smth, does elven blood taste different to human's, to dwarves'? Does he have a preference for one or the other?) or perhaps Tav is morally ambiguous enough that he dares to test his luck with her, in hopes that she'd accept him as a vampire and look past the grim reputation looming over his kind. He of all would know best to hate vampires. And when she inevitably wakes up from her light sleep as he hovers over her menacingly, he can't help but regret the choices he made that night to pull him into the dilemma of being questioned about his motives and intentions.

May Tav forgive him for being the monster Cazador made of him, always starved, never satiated, for hundreds of years

This is literally so fcking cute!!

black magic

REQUEST. arranged marriage + enemies to lovers (sukuna is a simp and lowkey a housewife)

CONTENT/WARNINGS. some suggestive scenes, but overall fluff and romance! slight crack fic, I guess? I was laughing when I wrote this lol

NOTES. I NEED A HUSBAND! SUKUNA I’M GOING TO CRY GOODBYE THIS HAS ME SOFT. also anon i’m not sure if you wanted something with more ~sexual tension~ since this is kind of just comedic, but I hope you like it anyway!

“This is new,” you comment with a glare, your ankle propped on Sukuna’s knee.

“Shut up,” he rolls his eyes, pushing your skirt aside to clean the wounds you attained through exorcising curses. You’ve taken a particularly strong curse today and you’re caught off guard, barely finishing the mission unscathed. Limping all the way back home isn’t easy especially since you live on top of the darned mountain, but if Sukuna’s going to kneel in front of you like this…maybe it wasn’t too tough a journey. “You should stop going to missions you’re not ready for. Look at you, all wounded and bloody.”

“You sound like you care.”

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