Hi, I was wondering if you receive requests for female characters x fem reader?
of course, just tell me a scenario or not or who you're thinking of otherwise it's kinda a vibe of how I post. and is this yandere!femme reader or regular?
That Levi looooooves putting you in a mean mating press. Pressing his heavy hands up under your knees to push them at your shoulders. He looooves watching your face twist with those breathy moans you let out. You can't handle how he rides into you, his thrusts feel like a soothing wave as he's breathing and groaning over you. He could laugh while he watches you close your eyes and sweat, doing your best to finally relax as he easing and stretching you open with each thrust. You've become so wet, he's able to slip right in with delicate ease.
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cw: obsessive behavior, nsfw, minor bdsm, minors do not interact (18+), not proofread
Oh, she had you. Had you tied to that invisible leash and collar that she was finally aware she was holding. After a couple of dates, she recgonized that fondess many femmes had in their eyes when they would stared at her in awe. How they fawn over that simple smirk, that raised brow, or a simple huff in her breath when she towered over you. She had already figured you were the type to jump and claw her to bed one moment then being cute and coy when batting those lashes up at her the next.
So, when you have her cuffed to her bed, those same gorgeous brown eyes staring at you unamused as your nose feathers her cheek, dragging down the column of her neck, brown abs sketched over with scars, kissing her chest: "is this because I spoke to Liza the other night?" her voice vibrated through you, responding with a soft hum of air as your kisses loved lower and lower, tugging her pants down to expose her. "You're the most jealous person I know, I swear..." and she's been with plenty.
"You can be with anyone..." you purred, kissing plush, hair tickling your lips. You felt her beginning to swell, tasting her growing wetness with a long drag of your tongue, rewarding you with muffled moan that hummed in her throat. "You should be with me. You shouldn't know her, you should only know me.." you kissed and suckled her clit, your moans vibrating into her.
"Honey..." she signs, another muffled moan. "You can't suspect everyone I talk to be a threat.."
"Yes I can." you say immediately, the hearts in your eyes beamed to hers as she let's out an immediate annoyed sigh. "especially with how she touched your arm and giggled at you, standing on her toes to reach you.."
"I just have that affect..." the tone smirked, amused with herself.
"I know."
"It's how I got you."
"Mhm.." you nod, suckling her clit, your tongue dragging on the sensitive bud. "And if I see you speak to her again, I rip her throat out."
Silence. Seconds passed as she watched you work to please her, begrudgingly holding in moans, controlling soft breaths that held in her throat.
I feel like Levi is the type to post thirst traps not knowing he's posting thirst traps because he just wants to show off how good he looks and gets frustrated by the amount of likes, comments, and dms
tw/cw: religious themes, worship, mental health/vulnerability, manipulation (?), barley proofread
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Unfortunately, your hopes for religion were faltering after what felt like trial and error with every attempt for any religious or spiritual connection. You sought that godly experience that took over when praising your maker or leader and just before it could fade completely, you saw Him, Geto Suguru. On stage, head standing high, holding his mic as if it was godhand, the light beaming down on him, swearing you could see s halo. You understood completely.
Geto was the new shining star in your life. And in person, he towered over his followers, over you. The lovely drapes that modestly hid his figure only intimidated you the longer you focused on his bulky form.
A shiver traveled your spine as you witnessed the praise he invoked from the crowd as you stood with them, you're brows tense from the energy, eyes begged for him. You spent countless days and hours educating yourself the scriptures, tales, and books, attended Friday evening studies and gatherings, being kept awake daydreaming of him on early Sundays. And it was all so worth it: being acknowledged of you dedication and commitment.
It started off with a beat, both your eyes meet and your smile grew as your face heated. Your coy made him smile, so warm, so patient towards you, loss of breath when he held contact with you, asking how your week had been, hinting admiration for your dedication. Then those heavy pats on your arm or shoulder, you swore you felt him hesitate to hold his hand around your neck.
The first few weeks, he made you beg, your cheeks soaked and eyes red as your hands gripped at his robes. The way he smiled pitifully down at you gave a clear understanding he adored seeing you in this state, on your knees sobbing for his closure and acceptance. Promising you'd be ready when he'd call, forgive every lie from his tongue, to praise his glory even after he betrays you. The air out through his nose was amused, having said no words the entirety of your sobs echoing off the hall walls still after beats of silence over your wretched tears, your body ached for him, his hand laid gently on your head that dropped to hold your cheek with a slow motion. "Go, now.." the voice was deep and commanding, vibrating to your chest, a token of acceptance.
This was ridiculous. Dressed up in this suit as if taking off for work like any other day, his hair combed back and neat like, the wrist watch ticking softly in the early morning.
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His stern gaze never left you from the dinning table as you pranced back and forth in the kitchen, a mess of flour over the counter, the sizzling of batter in the pan, the savory smell of bacon wafting the home. The radio playing slow jazz and longing tunes. Nina Simone, he's sure is being played. Yeah, typical that this "Other Woman" would have his wrists and ankles handcuffed to the seat. How did he not see you coming? Well, to this extent that is.
He doesn't even remember if it was something he ate or drank, he just remembers your face in his warped vision of the night and everything turning black. Who knows what happened during that time?
You set a porcelain plate of fresh of cakes in front of him, gently setting a glass and poured orange juice from a carton before settling in your seat. "So..." You gently started after a beat of silence, a nervous air out through your nose, a home ridden smile on your face. "You probably don't remember me-"
"I do.." he groveled. it wasn't a lie
"You do?!" you jumped out of your seat before regaining your composure, setting yourself back down with a clear of your throat. "I'm surprised, happy, but-"
"You've been going through my trash." he grumbles. "Disgusting by the way. I assumed you lost something after you thrown it in my garbage."
"Well, I..." a gulp. "Needed to know what you liked.. you were always so quick to leave for work and returned late. It would be rude to interrupt your schedule."
He stared at you with a long pause, his gaze scowled. "Are you delusional?" Earning a perk in your posture. "You couldn't have simply spoke to me-"
"But I tried!" Your voice begged. "You should eat, it's good!"
"Uncuff me." the demand was calm and absolute in his control.
"Absolutely not."
"And why not?"
"Because..." you stood, striding over to his side of the table again. His eyes linger on your hands as you grab the silverware, cutting his pancakes into triangles. "Because then you'll leave. You'll get angry and push me away before we can even have breakfast."
"You think kidnapping me was a good idea?" You don't answer, only focused on cutting before poking a couple triangles with the fork and brought it up to him, syrup dripping on the plate. He paused, an air huffed out his nose, his brows tensed and bit the inside of his cheek. But before you could linger closer, his body jerks at you, faltering in your movements and nearly dropping the fork, the scrap of the chair caused a light streak on the floor in his motion, relaxing back in his seat, his wrists twist in his binds, another disgruntled huff at the bands around his wrist and ankles.
"Stoppit!" you yell in your squeaky whine. "Do not be this way!"
"Uncuff me now or will ring your neck when I get loose." Your back straightens at his growl and your face turns stiff and aloof, your eyes bore hard into his. Finally, you let out a stiffled air of relief through your nose before dropping the fork on the plate with a deliberate clank and with one harsh motion, you pluck the knife from the table and slammed it down onto his hand. He lets out a short cry followed with struggled grunts and growls. His eyes motioned from his shakey bloodied hand to your figure, your arms crossed with a disappointed pout and a shake of your head of a housewife.
Γdith Piaf slowly ended with your sigh and your head thrown back.
luver data: Levi Ackerman, Erwin Smith, Nanami Kento, Hiromi Higuruma, Aki Hayakawa, any of your other loves, etc.
sometimes I just feel the fan writings for Levi Ackerman r crazy and not that great because it feels like the writer forgets that levi is a grown ass man and not a teenage boy.
The chorus in your heart rang in your ears when you preached upon that staged, your core shook and your body ached. When you finally gained the privilege to be near Him, you felt you could fall to your knees. Your eyes burned at his sight, your skin was on fire, and a single look at you, a minor charm of Him smirk, that vibration from his throat when He hummed, you gripped at your chest when you realized he was godly.
If you weren't invested in the church before, you surely was now. Coordinating within groups to plan events, showcase your God's brilliant light to others like He did to you. Gathering signatures, decorating and cleaning the sacred grounds, gathering more members, attending cookouts and dinners and charities. You didn't need the studies to read over the sacred texts over and over, you cheered them at night before and in bed.
When you'd pass Him in the halls, your head bowd deeply. When He'd take his loving time to greet the members, your sweet gaze wouldn't go unnoticed, earning you one of his quiet blessings. When He'd call you to his lounge, a short command for you to pour His wine during the cooling evening. When He's hum would vibrate through you as his swift hand gestured you wash His feet. Only granting you the privilege to gaze at His face so intently while His leaned back and eyes rested. Granting you the privilege to run the brush through His hair a hundred times if He ask you.
How jealous did you make the others who yearned to be as close, to be praised for your dedication, to be the one granted of this love.
banner/dividers credit to animatedglittergraphics-n-more
Warnings: ["mdni", "Yandere Reader", "gender neutral(gn) reader", "murder", "potential dead dove do not eat", "not proofread"]
Don't touch that dial, now, we're just getting started.
Levi Ackerman
He could only stand still. A wash of memories, thoughts, and a cold chill rushes through him when he sees the freshly used axe in your hand, the tensioned sound of the axe as it tore out from your victims head. He could only stand there only for a beat before rushing you to the ground, shots of spit shooting out his mouth as he bark at you. "What have you done?!" All his life, he'd fought to get out of such a vile environments only for it to be brought right back before his very eyes, where it's suppose to be safe, all for what? Love sake? All you could do, Yandere!Reader, is stare up at the man's reddening face, his weight on your chest, his knees planted into your wrists, a calloused hand gripped around your throat to keep you pinned down. Though, the new trauma caused your hearing to go deaf in the moment, his grey eyes scorned down at you, sweat beamed from his hairline. He looked as beautiful as ever, you smiled.
Erwin Smith
office_admin(part1, part2)
Your head jerks toward the door clicking shut, seeing your blonde love made hearts form in your eyes. In contrast, Erwins cold ones that eyed the bloody knife shaking in your hand, then the body bleeding out on the carpet, then to your shivering self. Even after hours in the dim light, you could see his disappointed brows tense, his eyes calculate in the silence between you, the only sound heard is the exasperated sigh leaving him, cueing you to instantly drop the knife and rush towards him, only to yanked by your throat and the wind kicked out of you from the full force of being slammed against the wall, upheld and wincing at the obvioud strength. You could only mumble and stumble across your words as you tried to explain everything, to make excuses, to confess you planned ahead. But, alas, he presses more on your throat, tensing your airway, forcing a gasp from you as you struggle for what little aur you can. Another sigh leaves him, a heavy hand rubbing across his brows and tired eyes. He needed silence to think.
Hange ZoΓ«
"Oh, my god!" The frustrated tone yelps at you. For the last time, Yandere!Reader! You continue to pull the body like that, you'll throw your back out in the long run. How can the two of you live happily every after if they have to take care of you and your back all the time? I mean, they're already helping you with this body, digging the hole, cleaning the car, and while they appreciate your love and finally poked and prodded your limit your jealousy could go: "We should really go to couples therapy after this." they suggest for the final time that evening.
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FICS
- Teachers Pet - Uni is going great... until you meet your thesis supervisor.
( P1 - P2 - P3 - P4 - P5 - P6 - P7 - P8 )
DRABBLES
- cockwarming prof levi
- mafia levi with fwb reader
- underground levi makes reader his woman
- breeding kink punishment
- grinding against his thigh
- overstimulation punishment
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FICS
- Of Rapunzel And Cinderella - You move to LA in hopes of becoming a model however, your manager is extremely possessive of you.
DRABBLES
- ceo erwin with assistant darling
- general headcanons
