Nessy

“Levi!”

You barge through the door, all dramatic, gasping and panting, purposely exaggerating to get his attention. But not to your surprise, he didn’t even bother looking up.

“I suppose no one ever taught you, but there’s a concept called knocking.” He said, his eyes fully focused on the papers. His hand moving across it as he wrote. “It’s quite easy really, you raise your hand and—”

“Levi!” You cut him off, slamming the door behind you loudly. “Levi, my beloved, my savior in dark times, I am in need of your help.”

“Slamming the door isn’t very polite either. Your manners get worse everyday.”

You waved him off, shushing him. You made way across the room, where a couch sat not far from the desk he was sitting on, and flopped down face first. “Levi.” Your voice came out muffled.

“Ah yes, making yourself home I see.” He sighs.

“Levi, I need your help. Real bad.”

“No.”

“What–” You look up, raising your face from the cushions, offended. “You didn’t even–”

“No.” He repeated, eyes not leaving his work for even a second. “Please, get off my couch. Cleaning it is tiresome.”

“Levi.” You whined, impatient at his aloofness. “Levi, he’s going to kill me.”

“I’ll buy you a good coffin.”

“This isn’t funny.” You huffed. “I’m dead. Like literally. Absolutely. This is where it all ends.”

“I’d rather you not die on my couch.”

“Fuck your couch.” You flipped yourself, so you splayed on your back now. You tilted your head, staring at him. “Help me out. Please?”

Levi finally turns to look at you, unable to ignore you any longer. He frowned. “What?” He asked warily. “What did you do this time?”

“Promise me you’ll help me first.” You said.

“No.” He immediately rejects you. “What did you do? Did you get into a fight with an MP again?”

You shook your head.

“Blew up something in Hange’s lab?” He guessed.

“No. But I’d really rather it was Hange mad at me though.”

He looked at you confused, “Who did you piss off then? “

You grimaced. He was quick to conclude.

“Ah.” He realizes. “Erwin.”

A nod from you answers him.

“What did you do?”

“Ask me what I didn’t do.”

“What didn’t you do?”

“Work.” You sat up. “In my defense, it was a shit load of work. And I hate paperwork. And I kept procrastinating. And now it’s due by tomorrow and I didn’t remember until two minutes ago when Erwin shot a glare at me. And now I—”

“I’m not helping you.”

“Why not?” You demanded.

“It’s your fault. Don’t drag me into this shit.” He grumbles, scowling. “And you promised last time, you wouldn’t do this anymore. I’m not doing your work for you. I have enough on my plate.”

“Okay first of all, I’m not lazy. I was busy–”

“Ogling Garrison captains.”

“They’re pretty. And no, not the point, shut up.” You protested. “I was busy. And I didn’t come here so you could do it for me. I came here so you could go and talk to Erwin.”

Levi frowned, “Talk to him about what?”

“Tell him to give me one more day. Swear I’d work my ass off.”

“You said that last time too.” He pointed it out. “How angry is Erwin?”

You made a face. “Bad.”

“How bad?”

“He keeps glaring at me everytime I meet him. It’s the ‘if you don’t get it done this time, you’re gonna get in so much shit’ glare. It’s creeping me out.”

Levi scoffs, shaking his head. “Only you." He said. "Only you can possibly manage piss fucking Erwin off. The guy's a fucking monk, nothing affects him.” He pinches the bridge of his nose. “If I had to guess, I’d say this isn’t the first time asking for an extension.”

“Err…” You ducked your face. “It was kinda supposed to be done 2 weeks ago.”

“2 weeks?” Levo looked at you incredulously. “No wonder he’s pissed. And you’re asking for more time?”

“One more day. Just one more day. Please Levi, he’ll listen to you.”

Levi stares at your pleading expression for a few seconds with narrowed eyes, considering. Thinking. Then he seemed to have made up his mind.

“No.”

“Wha—” You jerk upright. You really thought you’d convinced him.

“No. I’m not getting you out of the grave this time. Specially since you dug it yourself.” He returns his attention back to his work. “Good luck to you, but leave now. And learn a damn lesson.”

You stared at him, gaping. “Wow," You blinked you’re an asshole.”

“Congratulations for realizing that.”

You exhaled. Easy words won’t work, you knew. So, here comes plan A. Acting.

You pouted.

“Don’t look at me like that. I said what I said.”

You fluttered your lashes, all wide shiny eyes, about to cry.

“Get out before I start throwing shit at you.”

“Levi.” Plan B. Bribing.

“No.”

“Leeviii.”

“No.”

“Levi, aren’t you the sweetest, most dearest, my absolute favorite and delightful and super awesome with extra sugar on top bestiest best friend? Don’t be like that, c’mon.”

“Still no. And we’re not friends.”

“‘I’ll make you pie?” You offered.

“You can’t cook to save your life. No.”

"I'll give you hugs."

"I will slap you."

“Levi.” Plan C. Threatening.

He glares back at you.

"You do realize you could've used this time getting the report started instead of trying to convince me and actually might've manage to get it done?”

“I’ll read poetry to you.” You threatened.

Levi looks up, finally there’s a hint of alarm on his face. “No, you won’t.”

“I’ll make sure all your food touch.”

“Get out.”

“I’ll disorganize your bookshelf and fill it with those titan x scout love novels.”

He raised his middle finger at you.

“I will start telling you about all my exes.”

He cringed visibly.

Finally, you gave up. Dragging yourself off the couch, you slowly, pathetically, miserably made your way to the door. You knew that the odds were very low that Levi would actually help you this time, because he was right. You needed to learn a lesson. And it was your fault.

“Oi.”

Your hand was on the doorknob. “What?” You turned to look at him grumpily.

Levi was pinching the bridge of his nose, knitting his eyebrows together, irritated and annoyed. Like he was about to do something he regretted.

He let out a long exhale.

“Bring it here. I’ll help you.”

“What?” You asked, disbelief dripping from your tone. Were you dreaming?

“I’ll help you out. Just this time.” He grunts. “Don’t expect it again. And I’ll only guide you, you’re doing the most of it.”

Music to your ears.

“Really?”

“Go before I change my mind.” He huffed.

You broke into a wide grin, beaming up at him. “No wonder I love you.”

“The feeling is not mutual.”

“You’re the best,”

“Shut up.”

“The best. The most darling, the loveliest, the coolest, the–”

“10 seconds. I’m giving you 10 seconds.”

“Oh–” Your eyes widened. You learnt the hard way Levi usually means his time limits. “Okay, okay, wait here, wait. I’ll be right back. Just–”

And you were out the door,

“Fucking idiot.” He groaned to himself, as you yet again, slammed the door.

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀: the reader literally shows her tits to gojo haha. mention of the word 'cock' but in a joke. 𝖥𝖫𝖴𝖥𝖥. in my imagination, satoru is in love with the reader, but I leave that to your personal choice! ꒰ᐢ. ̫ .ᐢ꒱

Satoru turned his head slightly to the left and raised an eyebrow a little. “So...?” you asked looking at him. “I think your breasts look the same” he said honestly, lifting his shoulders a little in a calm manner. Satoru, your best friend, was in front of you while you were in his room, sitting on his bed. The night had arrived a while ago but you were still so bored that you took off your bra and showed your breasts to the person you trust most in the world. “Satoru Gojo! Of course not, you idiot, look, one is lower than the other” you said moving your hand down on your chest. Satoru laughed a little, putting a hand to his mouth. “Women… god, what a headache…” he murmured mockingly. “You know you can confess to me that you're gay, right?” you responded gracefully by sticking your tongue out at him, causing Satoru to push your forehead with his hand.

“Touché, then let's see what we can do with you, miss whiny” he said, stretching a little to his bedside table where he opened the drawer and took out a blue marker and stretching a little more took out a ruler. He removed the cap of the marker with his mouth and moved closer to you with the ruler in his hand. “Can it be washed?” you asked softly looking down at his white hair as Satoru lowered his head a little. “No, it's permanent so anyone who wants to touch your breasts will see my name here” he jokingly replied which caused you to roll your eyes and let out a light laugh. Satoru drew a line on your side, then brought the marker up and down again, guiding himself with the ruler that lightly touched your breasts. He went back up and then drew a straight line until he walked away to his place again admiring his handiwork.

You lowered your gaze and smiled a little sincerely. “A deformed heart?” You said looking at him with an eyebrow raised funny. “Your breasts are the same pretty, stop complaining, princess” he said, turning his head a little to the side. Your eyes softened at the same time that your cheeks felt a little hot, your best friend might be a fool many times, but he really loves you a lot and you love him. “Now…” Satoru asked suddenly, “Do you want to see my cock?” he finished with a funny smile. You opened your eyes laughing and grabbed a pillow hitting him with it. “You're a pervert!” You told him as you hit him with the soft pillow and he laughed in amusement.

18+ MDNI, smut - bf!nanami being demanding in bed

you come home late. heels clicking. bag dropped by the door with a careless thud.

nanami’s already waiting. his tie loosened. top two buttons undone. sleeves rolled to the elbows. sitting on the edge of the bed like he’s been counting the seconds until you return. he doesn’t say hello. just looks up. eyes dark behind those glasses. voice low. clipped.

“strip.”

you blink. smile a little. “rough day?”

“i said strip.”

not a request.

you toe off the heels first, slow on purpose. then, let the dress slip down your shoulders. fabric pools at your feet. his gaze drags over you - hungry yet also controlled. 

“on the bed. now.”

you crawl across the mattress. ass up just enough to tease.

he’s on you in seconds. big hand between your shoulder blades. pressing your chest down into the sheets.

“ass higher.”

you arch. knees spread. he hums. palm smoothing down your spine. then lower. cupping. squeezing.

“been thinking about this tight cunt all day.”

you whimper. wiggle a little. his fingers hook into your panties. yank them down rough. not patient tonight.

“kento-”

“quiet.”

you bite your lip. he spreads you open with both thumbs.

stares. 

he groans low in his throat. “fuck, sweetheart. look at you. already dripping. desperate little thing.”

his middle finger slides through your slick. slow and deliberate. circles your clit once. twice. you jerk. he pins your hips down harder.

“stay still.”

you try. fail. hips twitching anyway.

he clicks his tongue. disappointed. “i said still.”

then he’s leaning over you. chest to your back. cock hard through his slacks. grinding once against your ass.

“you don’t listen tonight, you don’t get to cum.” he mutters against your neck. threat delivered calmly, like he’s discussing the weather.

you whine into your frilly pillow. “please-”

“please what.”

not a question. demand.

“please fuck me.”

silence.

then his belt clinks. you hear his zipper being pulled down. you then feel his heavy cock slapping against your ass cheek.

“beg properly.”

you swallow - voice shaky and high- and whine, “please, kento. need you inside. need you to fuck me hard. please.”

he exhales through his nose. almost a laugh.

“better.”

he lines up. fat head nudging your entrance. teasing, not pushing in.

“you take what i give you tonight. understand?”

“yes-”

he snaps his hips forward. buries himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke. your mouth drops open. no sound comes out at first. he doesn’t wait. pulls back. slams in again. sets a punishing rhythm. bed creaks. headboard taps the wall.

“fuck. so tight. always so fucking tight for me.”

his hand slides up. wraps around your throat, all possessive. “say it.”

you gasp. “yours-”

“louder.”

“i’m yours, kento!”

he growls. thrusts deeper. hits that spot that makes your vision white.

“again.”

“y-yours- fuck-”

his other hand snakes around. finds your clit. rubs fast and mean circles.

“come on my cock. now.”

it’s not a request.

your body obeys before your brain catches up. your thighs shake. walls flutter. you gush around him. he doesn’t slow down. just keeps pounding through it. drawing it out until you’re whimpering. oversensitive.

“good girl.”

praise growled against your ear.

“one more. give me one more.”

you shake your head. tears prick your eyes. it’s too much. he angles his hips. cock dragging right over that spot again and again.

“i wasn’t asking.”

his thumb presses harder on your clit. you somehow manage to come again.

he finally falters. rhythm stuttering. he manages to groan out a 'fuck' as he buries himself deep inside you. spilling his hot seed inside you with a low, broken groan.

you’re panting. boneless. he kisses the back of your neck. soft now. sweet. pulls out carefully while he watches his cum leak out. then, smears it back inside with two fingers.

you shiver.

he chuckles, low and fond, “stay like that a minute. don’t waste it.”

you huff. face still smushed into the pillow.

“mean.”

he flips you over gently. looms above you. brushes hair from your sweaty forehead.

“i love you.”

you roll your eyes. but you’re smiling. he’s such a sap. he leans down. kisses you slow and deep. 

then, murmurs against your lips. “round two after i get you water. don’t move.”

he catches your eye immediately – standing tall, he's got one hand on the subway pole to keep his balance. his hair is tucked into his hoodie with only a few strands left out to frame his face. you can only see his side profile but it's enough; a sharp, prominent jawline and a beautiful nose, thin eyebrows, a pierced lip and a pair of tired eyes. you feel bad for thinking it but the dark bags under them leave you no other option.

afternoon sun peeks from the windows behind him, successfully making the scene before you seem like a painting. the colors move; the shades of green flashing by as trees wave you goodbye, the different hues of the tired grays, of the big buildings taking up space as the base of the canvas. splashes of black and white and silver and beige are thrown into the mix, too. his slacks, his big headphones, his jewellery, his totebag. but what truly brings it all together, is his deep, dark maroon hoodie; there's a hint of purple in it aswell, and you just think it's one of the best colors you've ever seen. you figure the thought is a bit silly, but you can't get it out of your head.

something so comforting about it, something so warm and welcoming. something a little murky about it. you can't look away.

you forget about everybody else around you. for you, it's just him in this moment. a total stranger. you don't know him and you probably never will; a pang of hurt hits right under your ribs at the thought. you wonder what his name is, you wonder how his voice sounds. how warm his hands are, and what's his favourite color. no, he doesn't seem like the type to have a favourite color. childish. you'd have to ask about a favourite drink or a book perhaps instead. you're fine with that.

you can spot a few rings on his fingers, a silver watch and a bracelet or two peering from under his sleeve. his hands are pretty. they look good. you also think that you can see a tattoo sprouting from under the collar of his hoodie but the dark lines are blending in with the strands of his hair, so you can't be sure. you want to be sure.

your foot taps against the floor or the cart, your body itching to scoot a little closer to him. you want to see his whole face. you need to. fidgeting with your own fingers, you continue observing the man in front of you. he might step out every second now, you can't waste any more time.

his shoulder seem very broad, his posture almost immaculate. handsome – you think he looks very handsome. well put together. his clothes aren't wrinkled, there isn't a single hair or a speck of dust anywhere on them as far as you can see; the only things that betray his true state of being are his eyes.

Oops, wrong number!

coɴтεɴт - MDNI, PLEASE have age in bio when interacting, jjk men x reader, nṣfw, jjk men text the wrong number, mutual attraction cus I don't vibe with nọncon

cнαrαcтεrѕ - Geto, Nanami, Sukuna, Toji, Gojo

an - this took a while but I'm back on my suggestive smaus

you've seemed to catch him off guard, because he shifts above you, snorting. "pretty? i do not believe i have heard that one, yet, petal."

you giggle. "that's absurd. they are pretty." soft sex with sukuna is such a rare, fleeting thing. because, well, he didn't care for it. he preferred it rough, mean, and unforgiving.

and, most of the time, you were qualm-less — content with getting railed in thirty different positions, all sure to leave you deadly sore in the morning.

sometimes, though? you just want to be held. and, those times, you're lucky enough for him to just want to hold you.

you're such a small thing, lying there beneath him. it leaves him in awe, at times. so fragile, so delicate. his petal.

"good to know," he says, clearly resisting the urge to roll his eyes, though a ghost of a smile flickers across his face. sukuna bottoms out, gently, quietly grunting.

"fuck..." he mutters, "'s fuckin' tight f'me." his words grow slurred, and are accompanied by your moans. it takes him only a couple seconds, angling himself just right to hit that spot.

"oh- 'kuna, please-please-please-please, just like that," you coo, eyes falling shut. his warmth is homey, and you don't think you ever want to leave. sukuna, contrary to his normal appearance, is everything honey. he is sticky and sweet, and addicting all at the same time.

you cum in sync with him, soft mewls leaving your throat. he curses into the crook of your neck, letting himself inhale your scent. it's familiar. sukuna doesn't pull out, no, not yet. his cock softens inside you, and in this moment, you are one and the same with him.

there's nothing keeping you apart, and he swears this is the most intimate thing he's ever done. and, that? that is a blessing from you, one he is so grateful for.

"i love you," you pant. you find yourself, once more, gazing into his deep, crimson eyes. so, so pretty.

without a beat of hesitance, from where there used to be, "i love you, too."

@celestialwrites for more!!

♡ “breathing air that you contaminate deeply unsettles me.”

♡ constantly putting their feet on their superior’s desk/table.

♡ “please remind me why you are relevant.”

♡ always commenting at the worst moment possible.

♡ “life was far more peaceful when i thought you were dead.”

♡ when someone is yelling at them, the character pulls out a book and just starts reading.

♡ “i gave my last fuck two decades ago, you’re going to need a time machine to find it.”

♡ sees a dead body and just sighs, turns around and goes to the breakfast diner across the street.

♡ “if he opens his mouth again i’m calling the cops for a noise disturbance.”

♡ has one hobby that they get really prickly about if people interrupt or make fun of it.

♡ “when did you finally decide to be helpful?”

♡ sees another character having a panic attack and asks them to quiet down so they can finish their crossword puzzle.

♡ “maybe if you were as tall as your ego you would have seen it.”

♡ other characters having to remind them to either pretend to care or not speak at all during important meetings/situations.

♡ “i could bring the heavens crashing down, remember that the next time you interrupt my coffee break.”

♡ being the key part of the team’s plan but will continuously sleep in.

‘i’m almost there ken but i think i’m gonna need a minute or two to recover’

concern flooded his mind ‘recover? what happened-‘

‘i just saw the most beautiful man ever!’ you squeal through the phone.

what.

‘he’s drop dead gorgeous ken! and he’s not even doing anything, he’s just- standing there’ you sigh dreamily.

‘oh my god ken, his jaw is so chiseled i could grate cheese on it’ your squealing continues.

‘my love, what are you talking about?’

were you being serious right now? was his jaw not chiseled enough to grate cheese? was he not gorgeous?

why were you calling him, your dear boyfriend, to gush about some man guy?

‘and he’s in this light blue dress shirt which you already know is my personal weakness’

wait. oh.

just then, a small smile makes its way on to his face.

‘ken ken ken he just smiled! i think it might be my favourite smile ever! oh god, it’s so beautiful’ you’re swooning on the other side.

‘really? tell me more’ he’s full on grinning now.

‘i could go on and on but you know what? i think i’m gonna shoot my shot and ask him out. i’ll let you know how it goes later. bye, i love you’ you hang up and he has to stop himself from laughing.

he pockets his phone when sees you crossing the road to get to him.

you throw a small wave at him ‘hey, i was on my way to see my boyfriend but then i saw you and you’re just so beautifully sculpted and i decided that i’d rather spend my life with you instead. what do you say?’

‘i’ll have to ask my girlfriend about that’

clicking your tongue ‘of course a guy like you is off the market’ you feign defeat ‘but i bet i’m more prettier than her’

his eyes scan you from top to bottom ‘you’re ok i guess’

scoffing ‘gee ken thanks a lot. what’s the harm in playing along for a little bit?’ you pout, making him snicker.

you and your antics never fail to amuse him.

you feel his arms wrap around you then and pull you to his chest as you melt into him.

‘i’m not lying. my girl is the prettiest’ he says.

‘and i wasn’t either, you really do have a jaw for grating cheese’

for @levievent #levimonth24. (day nine: soulmate au / day six: love at first sight)

pairing: captain levi ackerman x f!scout reader word count: 1.6k summary: They say finding your soulmate is like getting a migraine. When you've lived with chronic pain your whole life, the legends seem like a joke.

tags: soulmate au, love at first sight, mild language, reader has a chronic pain/illness condition, migraines/headaches credit: dividers by @saradika-graphics

They say when you meet your soulmate, the pain is worse than a migraine.

A rush of blood to the head so twisting, blinding, that the colors of the world bleed together and bleach white; then suddenly, clarity.

Funny enough, you’ve suffered through your entire life with ear-splitting headaches.

(Call it a cruel twist of fate.)

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