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Oh please write for Levi please please andddddd iloveu byeee

fhseofhlskjdcnvksdjr of course I will sugar I luv him sm omggggggggg oky focus oph

You were lounging on a chair in Hange's office, playing with a string of fuzz on your sweater as you giggled.

"...I know! And it's jus' like, how can one man be that fucking hot?!"

Hange laughed, reports well discarded by now as they propped their feet on top of their desk.

"I can't believe you used to deny your feelings for him, Y/n. I mean anybody with working eyes could see you drooling over him!"

"Oh, shuddup. I weren't that bad." You look over see their eyebrows raise amusedly, "Okay, maybe I were a lil' obsessed but-!"

Suddenly there's a loud pounding at the door and Hange gives the verbal okay to your visitor to come in. The door opens and Levi walks in, just the man you'd been gossiping about moments before. Hange's eyes shoot over to you and they tilt their head in his direction with a stupid grin. Speak of the devil, they mouthed and you turned to hide your giddily red cheeks.

"Hange," He shoots a luke-warm look your way, "Y/n."

Clearing his throat, he lays a stack of papers on Hange's desk and they practically deflate in their chair. "These are urgent reports Erwin asked to be filled out immediately, if you're done ogling over boys."

You giggle and Hange makes a pathetic attempt at being ashamed as Levi pushes the doubled stack towards them.

Levi finally turns to where you're sat with your legs folded underneath you and quirks an eyebrow at your empty glass. Apparently, he's picked up on your demeanor and why it's that way.

"I'll be taking Y/n back to their room so you can focus on your work. Be done by nine tomorrow."

"Evening?" Hange inquires, hopeful.

"Morning."

They look like they might cry and you can't help but chuckle at their defeated face. You promptly stop laughing when Levi's gaze faces you and he begins marching to where you are.

"Wait, hol' on! There 'sint no paperwork for me, righ'?" You're desperately clutching a throw pillow and thrusting it in front of you as a shield.

He doesn't answer your question as his nose is invaded with the intense smell of alcohol and it wrinkles disgusted.

"God, Y/n. How much have you had to drink?" He tucks an arm underneath your body, easily lifting your armpit onto his shoulder as he pulls you off your comfortable seat with a grunt.

"One... four... nine?"

His eyes almost pop out. "Nine what?"

"Yeah.." You slump against his body and he groans, throwing an unimpressed look at a snickering Hange as he drags you out of the room.

On the long trek to your room, you mumble nonsense in his ear all the way. The most he gathers is that your hot breath feels very nice on his neck. Then you murmur something about your crush and he's all ears. He'd heard you talking about it but couldn't catch a name, all he knows is A: He's pretty, B: He's smart and C: You often fantasize about riding him.

"What did you say?"

"I says you shou' meet my crush! 'S a great guy.."

Levi feels like he just got gutted. He sees your door and begins walking a little faster, suddenly wanting to be alone for no reason in particular.

"His name is Levi, sweetest guy 'round.. wan' fuck him a lil'."

Levi's heart drops to his balls. He almost trips.

"Is-..Is that so?"

"Mhmm!" You nod eagerly, blissfully unaware of the consequences of your words.

As he yanks the door open and plops you on your bed, he smiles to himself, even as he kneels to pull your boots off.

"'N he's the cutes' guy 'round too, he is! Almos' too pretty ta be true, I'd tell ya."

He looks up at you from your feet, soft happiness on his face you won't remember tomorrow as he implores you to tell more about this mysterious man called Levi.

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Hiiii, I saw it was ticket time? Now I don't know exactly how you write saiki, but I would love to request him! What I'm think is maybe (very much to saiki's dismay lollll) there's a new student at his school! The reader is transmasc, but no one knows that ;p except for our lil lovely saiki ku! So basically, the reader is like, a himbo? And the only thing going on in his head is basically sex songs? Like I'm thinking, just about every song Ayesha Erotica wrote? Haha it would be funny, the reader just sitting at his desk and saiki can only hear emo boy on loop in the readers head! Poor baby boy just needs a break!

- from, the one and only! Anon 💋

Honestly, Saiki hadn’t really cared or paid attention to you until class started. Most people were either thinking about the work or daydreaming to avoid it.

He noted you when you’d been introduced to the class, he also noted that you didn’t have much going through your brain at any given moment.

You had looked around the room but not really seen anything, he could tell because your thoughts were just lyrics. Once you sat down, you had maybe two thoughts besides music go through your brain.

The first one was I could really go for a sandwhich right now and the second was are these words supposed to make sense?

Saiki could say with all sincerity that you might’ve been the second dumbest person he’s ever met and the only reason you were above Nendo was because he could actually hear words in your mind. But you were nice, you had a dopey smile and when you spilled all your brand new pencils out of your bag, your laugh was sweet too.

Once everyone started working, he could mostly tune out their bored or boring thoughts except yours. It was obvious Saiki wasn’t a sexual person, he hardly ever thought about it unless Toritsuka brought it up.

But you, you absolutely seemed obsessed with songs that only talked about sex and it was driving Saiki up a wall. If he had to deal with this all week, his work ethic would surely degrade.

Then you looked around the room as if realizing everybody else was at least pretending to work and made direct eye contact with Saiki. Having been caught staring, he was about to look away and feign dissociation or something when you blushed and smiled.

It was soft and a little nervous and when you brought up your big hand to give him a wave, you knocked your water bottle over and off your desk. Saiki decided then and there you might not be so bad, even if you do cause quite a bit of commotion.

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Ooh ooh I've got one!

So what if instead of L getting mad at the reader for every little thing (I read that one and loved it) what if we get L defending the reader because Light keeps passive aggressively bullying/criticizing them for every little thing?

I can wait until ticket time, I don't mind!

hi lovie! I luv this, it's so smart and cute!

L never liked Light. He had a certain dearth of "rightness", he felt off from day one and it only got worse the more time L spent around him. Especially when L introduced you to the Taskforce.

"This is Y/n. She is highly qualified and an impeccable detective, she will be working with us from now on."

Light had something to say, of course.

"Where has she been up until now, we could've used another detective!"

"Russia, then Germany. You neglect to remember this isn't the only case that needs solving, Light." L answers for you, but for some reason the anger it evokes in Light is directed at you.

"Yeah? Well, we'll see if she's as good as you say," And then under his breath as he walks away, "Probably as idiotic as she looks.."

Turning to L with an amused expression, you're taken aback by the rage he's radiating. His shoulders shake slightly as he directs you to your desk.

"What a dick," You remark.

"98% dick." L agrees.

Two weeks later, you're hobbling in the room, balancing reports and documents on your shoulders and arms. As you near your desk, where Light is speaking to L, his eyes glance over to where you're slowly walking and flicker back to the conversation. Then, right when you're about to kick your chair out of the way, Light suddenly turns and slams into you.

You fall back and wheeze, the wind knocked out of you completely as you land on your butt. You stare at all your neatly organized work spreading out across the floor, terribly devastated.

"Watch where you're going, Y/n! God, look at the mess you made." Light scoffs and bends over, scornfully picking up some of your things languidly.

L turns to help but halts when he sees you already have most of it in your arms again and you're just waiting for light to hand you the documents he's holding. He watches the interaction with a curious gaze.

"Sorry, I thought you saw me." You didn't have the energy to fight, you lost that 2 sleepless days ago.

"Clearly, I didn't," You reach for the papers from his hands but he pulls them back, dangling them just out of your reach, "Not so fast. Apologize."

"What?"

"A-po-lo-gize." He repeats, enunciating each syllable pridefully.

Before you could speak, L does for you.

"I believe she already did, if my ears don't deceive me. Hand her her documents so she may get back to work."

Light scoffs, dumping the files into your hands and mumbling something about a "dumb slut" under his breath. You brush it off, moving towards your desk when L's commanding voice stops you.

"I'm sorry, Light. Do you have something else to say about the second finest detective in the world? Do your top scores in highschool exams lead you to believe she is not, in every way imaginable, your superior?"

The tone is completely calm, as if discussing afternoon tea, but the words dig into the atmosphere harshly, cutting through the air and visibly wounding Light.

The entire room freezes. It almost feels like someone died. The tenseness is equal to that scenario. A beat, two, Light's back is towards the Taskforce. The only give to his rage is the tremble of his right hand, itching to hit, to hurt maybe.

"...No... Not at all. I'm sorry for my actions." He bites the words out, like the burn his throat as they bubble up.

"Good. Act like it."

Then L turns back to his work like nothing happened and finishes a sentence previously left without a period. When you sit down also and begin spreading your papers about, the room releases a breath and the cogs begin moving again. Worker bees flock to the coffee, some to their desks, one to the bathroom.

The hierarchy is restored. Light doesn't make another comment about you again, at least, not out loud. L hides a smirk in a cup of sugar mixed with coffee. You hide a blush deep in your paperwork.

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Hi, babyyyy! 🖤 Could you please do Armin X Reader or Levi x Reader, smut if you want(?) I’m so obsessed with them. Thanks in advance. LY.

of course i can! thanks for participating, lovebug <3

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Armin is a whiner. I mean that as in during pain or pleasure or both, because we all know he’s a doer, a man of action when it comes to life outside of that. But when it’s something as sensitive as either of those two, his throat aches to whine.

A high-pitched, needy cry. It comes from his core, his very being and his diaphragm. It leeks from his loose lips when yours wrap around the head of his cock.

They suction and pucker, your tongue sliding through the drooling slit. His hands envelope your hair, the ounce of sanity left barely holds him back from pulling it harshly.

Armin’s mouth copies yours subconsciously, his kiss-bitten lips knawed on by his teeth as yours apply fluctuating pressure right below the tip. His fingers shake in your hair, his own tossed back messily so you can only see his sharp jawline.

He sounds like he’s dying, whimpers and cries and pleads for clemency fall on deaf ears. He needs to cum, it feels so good, he loves you; that’s a new one, and you don’t think he’s noticed he said it yet.

The little cracks between whines sound so pretty as he looses his dignity and drags your head down his cock, filling your throat abruptly with more than you can chew, literally.

And as his balls achingly spill into your poor mouth, his whines reach an octave one wouldn’t have thought possible. They break on your name, he sobs it out like it’s a merciless god preying on him. It’s beautiful.

He sounds like he needs you, his tone gives away what he won’t say. It’s love, for once in your relationship.

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Need more of L using flavoured syrup during sex except this time using it on reader pls

Also, you are so good at writing holy shit I've read so much of your L smut recently 1190402/10 will read again

thank you so much lovebug! you’ve no idea how much it means to me <3333

As i’ve mentioned before, i think L would preserve chocolate syrup for your body. He thinks your skin looks gorgeous dripping with the silky brown liquid.

He specifically on your nipples, drowning them and dripping down to your perfect torso. The syrup pools in your curves, spilling over and down to your pretty thighs. L’s mouth waters as he lowers his head to lick your chest.

His tongue surrounds your nipples before he latches to them and sucks eagerly, practically inhaling the syrup. Your body tastes even more heavenly covered in chocolate.

When he redirects the flow of the syrup bottle to right above your pussy, you gasp from the coldness. His cocky smile comes into play as he dips his head to lick the chocolate on your clit, making you whimper.

He loves that taste of you mixed with a taste made completely yours. Chocolate and you, it’s his favorite and it beats any sweets.

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Hey girlie ! How are you ? I'm so pumped for ticket time uwu.

Can I get L feeling physically insecure and therefore avoiding becoming sexually intimate with his so. So she confronts him about it and he ends up asking reader why she likes him (and her showing him all the things she likes about his body).

Looking forward to seeing what your take on this prompt is . Thank you !

Hi friend, i’m good, thank you!

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Honestly i feel like L would be confused when you confess you didn’t understand why he was ashamed to show his body.

“Well, because I’m not attractive.” He says it like it’s obvious.

You shake your head with wide eyes and a gaping mouth.

“What are you on about? You’re incredibly attractive!”

L makes a face. “That’s absurd.”

“L,” You step towards him and grab his arms, “You are the most attractive man I’ve ever seen, let alone dated.”

He scoffs.

“I mean it! You’ve got perfect eyes.” You pull him down to kiss on his eyelids, making his nose scrunch up.

“You’ve got a gorgeous nose.” You kiss the bridge of it.

“You’ve got beautiful cheeks.” You kiss each one respectfully.

“Divine collarbones.” You peck both.

“Stunning, strong shoulders.” *kiss* *kiss*

“Impeccable hands.” A kiss for each finger and knuckle.

“A perfect package.” A teasing kiss on his pants followed by a giggle from you both.

“Lovely everything!” You exclaim and kiss him fully on the lips, where a smile had grown.

When you pull away, he’s blushing red as cherries.

“Thank you, Y/n. You don’t know how much you mean to me.”

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I wonder if Near or Mello met someone (us) and introduced them to L as their girlfriend/partner. Would he be proud of them? Would he be jealous that they found a s/o first? Would he want them to focus on changing the world?

Honestly, I feel like there would be silence for a second as L tries to determine if this is another one of those jokes he doesn't understand. Then your smile falters and you cough nervously and everything hits L at once.

"..."

"Okay." L doesn't really know what to say. He's happy for his boys and proud of them. It briefly crosses his mind to ask if you're a distraction from work or an adolescence rebellion act but then he says the glowing look on their face and remembers just how smart they are, they wouldn't intentionally sabotage their future for something unworthy.

"Congratulations." He offers, with an acknowledging blink.

You look between your boyfriend and his mentor, wondering what the fuck you had gotten yourself into. You hadn't really understood the weird dynamic when he had first explained it to you but seeing it in action made you want to shrivel up and die. You felt incredibly stupid in a room with these people.

L doesn't really ever find himself feeling awkward in social situations because A, he doesn't have many of them and B, he just ignores it, but right now, he feels incredibly uncomfortable.

"Moving on," He starts with glance to you and back to your boyfriend, "Did you.. finish the Norwegian case?"

Then the men talk about boring bank robberies for the next half hour and allow you to indulge in their sweets as you listen to them talk about nonsense. It seems L likes you, maybe? I mean you're not being hypnotized into forgetting ever meeting him so I guess he accepts you?

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nobody likes you

people fuck themselves raw to my writing all the time, i’ve been sent videos of it. i’m sure those people do🤷‍♀️