#levi is not a hero

[maegalkarven]

Sometimes I think Levi and Gortash deciding to destroy the Elder Brain is unrealistic, but then I remember the state of (not scared because he his clothing protects him from that, but let's call it nervousness. Nerves. Almost but not quite anxious) frenzy Gortash is in the convo near the Morphic Pool, and what canonically neither of them can subside the brain.

Emperor can, turned illithid Orpheus or companion can, but are either of these evil bitches trusting someone else or turning themselves into mind flayers? I don't think Gortash trusts the transformation he can't personally control and Levi was transformed against his will enough, he won't be doing that again, no, thanks.

So destroying the brain is very likely the only choice they have for survival and I believe Levi, with his kind-of-outsider view and added info about Elder Brain (the tadpole connecting them and the convos he had with Elder Brain) can convince Gortash this thing is playing them and it has grown too dangerous and It's either it or them now, so it's really an easy choice.

The need to survive vs The possible power, but I think the need to survive will win, bc if there's a will, there's a way, and there's no will if Gortash dies (he goes directly into Bane clutches and he knows that).

So it's "Destroy the failed project and start anew" for them.

Levi heavily insists in abusing the powers the Hells have. He remembered SOME parts of their raid on Mephistopheles' vault and is now obsessed with what lays behind other doors/locks hiding other treasures. The inaccessibility of the vaults and the difficulty of the task only makes him want to do it more.

[levenlike11]

''... and! did you know otters hold each other's hands while sleeping to not get carried away in the water? i think it's so adorable - they look so cute all cuddled up and sleeping like they're almost hugging their loved ones! i bet they feel so soft and fluffy too-''

they cup your face with both hands and stare into your eyes. just as you were opening your mouth to ask what's up, they press their lips on yours. when they pull back, after seeing your surprised face, they think you were annoyed at them kissing you without your consent.

''please forget this ever happened. i'm sorry.'' they pout.

''already forgotten then.''

they analyse your face intently, with a gaze that feels like they're staring into your soul instead of your eyes. confused and not knowing what to say,

''i enjoyed that.'' you smile.

''oh. okay then-'' they proceed to crash their lips on yours again.

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nagi, rin (blue lock) levi, annie, hange (aot) todoroki, kirishima (mha) giyuu, tanjiro, obanai (demon slayer) megumi, geto, yuuta (jjk) draken (?) hakkai, yuzuha (tokyorev) kageyama, akaashi, kenma, suna, osamu (hq) and anyone else you'd like!

[double-gs]

Okay, i love smut sometimes but can we not go back to fluff and especially ANGST!?!? And i dont mean start off with angst and end with angsty smut or start with fluff and end with fluffy smut, i mean genuine fluff and angst, pure pain or happiness. Its literally the only thing that comes up for most searches, especially on tumblr and its so annoying cause i just want to read something but its all just dick and pussy like PLEASE

Not to mention the amount of DISTURBING "dark content" smuts there are. It's creepy and weird

[ifskzcouldfly]

"Thinking about him," and it's a fictional man who made you feel things for the first time.

[cringengl]

me when the younger duo parallels the older duo, doomed to make the same mistakes

[clawsdevour]

dinner or a bath first?

wc: 2.4k content warning: smut, kitchen sex, established relationship, creampie, fingering, swallowing cum, my booty writing, multi-fandom x reader, one shot, not proofread

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You looked at the clock. It’s currently 9:26 PM. Your husband ran a bit late due to being held overtime for a big company project this past month. He’s been working so behind lately you can’t help but sigh whenever you slide into your warm linen sheets, knowing you won’t see him until you watch him leave for work. You get up from bed, slip into your fuzzy slippers, and head into the kitchen to cook some late-night dinner. Turning on the lamp that lights almost the whole room, you decide to unwind your pent-up sexual desires with a glass of your favorite wine. You have this lurking feeling that he’s gonna come home earlier than usual and decide to make a larger portion of dinner that night.

As usual, heat up the pan with some oil and sizzle away the raw seasoned steak. While it hissed, you cut up some veggies to cook alongside the main dish of the night. That was until you paused. The crackling of the pan and steak continued as the steam rising up polluted the air. You heard the front door squeak open and the big heavy dress shoes clacking against the marble entrance. Your husband had returned home from work at a much earlier time than usual. His face lit up at the sight of you cooking at such a late time for supper, usually you were in bed exhausted.

“Darling, I’m home” he says softly with a smile, slowly approaching you with his blazer in hand. His hair slightly messed up from working, his lingering cologne that was faded almost completely off, roughed up tie and collar, and expensive shoes clunking as he steps further.

“I miss you.. how was work today baby?” You question sheepishly, as your eyes linger at his current state. A tall lean, muscular man in a nice suit and tie just coming home from work. The sight was something to behold since you haven’t seen him come home in so long. You couldn’t help but think to yourself, He’s so attractive even in this state. Usually you’re laying in bed waiting for him to come home but end up falling asleep before he’s laying next to you. His eye bags were quite dark from the lack of sleep and you worried if he’s eaten yet.

“It was good, we’re starting to come to a close and end this long project. How long has it been since I started this project again.. was it, two? No, almost three weeks. I’m sorry sweetheart, it’s been a long month,” he furrows his brows and takes off his glasses to massage the bridge of his nose in frustration to put them back on again. He laid his blazer on the edge of the kitchen counter and sat on the island stool, watching you flip over the steak to its oiled aromatic side.

“Don’t be sorry, it’s not your fault this project has been long and rough. Hopefully you end off this company project with a bang.. Have you eaten, or would you prefer a bath first?” Looking up at him his eyes were widened a bit. Assuming that he wanted that delicious steak for dinner first, you continue to return to chopping up the rest of the vegetables. That was until you felt his large beefy arms wrap around your waist and the warmth of his face in the crook of your neck.

“Darling, I don’t want any of those right now” was what was whispered in your ear. His sleepy voice altered your senses when you felt something press against you.

It wasn’t just his muscular body, but his bulging cock against his slacks which were pressing against your ass. You were trapped around his big strong arms. You couldn’t help but gasp when he started to lay a kiss down your neck.

“I miss you so much darling, it’s been so long since I saw you at home cooking dinner like a regular person,” you can’t help but drop the knife you used to slice your vegetables with. Turning around, you put your arms around his shoulders and kissed him on the lips. Looking him in the eye, his eyelids seemed heavy nevertheless he was filled with desire and lust that screamed out that he wanted you right here and right now. 

He kissed you back and put his arms behind you, onto the counter. He also switches the stove off with his left hand or else your supper would be ruined. Behind you, he moves the cutting board to the side so he’s able to push you up onto the counter to match his height. With his strong hands, he helps you up the counter and you pull him in to continue making out.

“Do you know how long I’ve waited for you?” Pulling away to breathe you said in between pants. Smiling at him because of how long it’s gotten since you were still crushing on him back then. You can’t help but let out a small giggle as you start spread your legs open for him to come closer. The heat exuding from your legs, being rubbed by his built up boner you can’t help but moan as you closed him in. The fabric between your thin silk dress, panties and his pants, you were able to feel every touch and grind.

“I’ll make up for that missing time with you right now darling,” he tells you with a slight smirk on his face and irregular breathing pace. You watch as he roughs up his hair even more by putting his hand through it. He loosens his crooked tie by toying with it from left and right. As well as unlooping up a few buttons that felt tight onhis chest. You can’t help but gulp as you watch patiently for the moment you’ve been waiting for, but first you decided that he needed a treat. You hop off the kitchen counter and kneel down. He wasn’t expecting this when you unzipped his pants making eye contact with him with a cunning smile.

“You deserve this after a long rough day,” taking his large caged cock out of his boxers. His big dick recoils out of place and just slightly hits his abdomen, he’d been craving you for who knows how long that there’s already precum on his tip. He watches you as you start to suck on his tip, keeping eye contact with him. Watching his reactions made you so horny and wet. His whimpers were music to your ears, the sounds your mouth made when you went deeper onto his cock were beyond lewd. He started to push your head down slowly until you felt his cock kissed the back of your throat making you tear up a bit. Still, you kept on sucking and bobbing your head on his deliciously girthy cock.

When his cock started to twitch, your pace grew faster knowing he’s gonna cum. His moans roared louder and his grip in your lucious locks grew tighter. You can’t help yourself but feel absolutely soaked down there hearing your husband’s seductive moans and whimpers echo throughout the house like on replay.

“A-Ah, I..I’m c-cumming!” He tries to push your head off so you wouldn’t have to swallow his cum. To his surprise though, you had your fingers clutched tightly onto his hips to stabilize yourself. You wanted his every drop in you, until he sucked bone dry. When he came into your mouth you couldn’t help but swallow it all. When you released your grip and slid your mouth off his cock, he looked nothing but horrified.

“Sweetheart.. Did you just… swallowed all of my cum??” He questions you shockingly, knowing you usually don’t like the taste of cum or swallowing it as a matter of fact. You wiped your mouth and opened to show him that every drop of his seed that was released was vacuumed down your throat. Before rising from the floor, you slide down your panties and kick them off to the side. Talk about dinner, you were his dinner for tonight.

“Slide it in babe, it’s wet and ready for you..” you were more than ready to take his big cock as you stand, leaning against the counter. You spread your dripping cunt for all of him to see. You knew that it’s gonna sting a bit to adjust to his size, but you didn’t care. Again, he carried you up upon the cold kitchen counter and parted your legs open like the Red Sea. Peppering you with kisses, he slips a finger in and starts off at a slow bearable pace. When his lips reach towards your collarbone, he looks at your expressions and adds another finger in with a slight snicker due to how adorable you look right now. Finding your sweet spot, he starts teasing and going at it. Curling his fingers in and out, making you hold onto his broad shoulder, letting out your sweet moans he missed hearing.

“Loosen up for me if you think you can handle my cock. It’s gotten much harder thinking about you for days on end. You know.. jerking off to the thought of you alone doesn’t help very much..” he mutters along your skin leaving his warm embrace through his breath. You help him take off your short silk dress, leaving you completely naked and bare on the chilling countertop. His eyes gazed at your perky nipples and your subtle smooth skin. He leaves his marks on places that clothing can hide knowing you have work the next day. Seeing you squirm so much, he decides to bind your hands together using his tie he loosened earlier. It was tight, but not to the point where it’s gonna hurt or leave a mark on you. You can’t help but become a moaning mess under his warm touch. Your whines came to a halt when you pushed away his arm, stopping him from fingering you when signaled him to stop.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” He looked at you with a slight worried expression carried with his tired eyes which shook in concerned. He backed away, giving you some room waiting for you to explain your disturbance.

“I can’t wait anymore, please just put it in…” You put your tied hands over his head and drewhim in closer to your body, leaving his arms to lie at the sides of your hips. At this point you’re begging for his cock, you don’t care if it’ll hurt. You just need him in you.

“Ha.. don’t complain when I start moving” he let out a sly smirk. He rips the glasses off his face and throws them on the counter. Lining himself up at your entrance his cock was more than just immersed in your juices. And there was that one massive thrust of his that made your toes curl up from the impact. His whole cock was fully inside you with one full push making you feel so full. He started moving at a slow bearable pace that built up.

“A-Aah! Baby your cock feels so good!!” You can’t help but shout about how his cock makes you feel every time he’s in you. His quickening pace makes you throw your head back every time, mixing in the stinging pain and pleasure from adjusting. His grunts mixing in with your moans, the sounds bouncing off the walls alone had you screaming in pleasure. Oh how you longed for this man’s length to be within you.

His pace starting to roughen sent you through a loop when he flipped you around with your back facing him, your right leg being propped up on the counter. At this point he was gonna drill a hole into your stomach. Hitting that one spot you enjoyed so much with all his power, he used your strapped hands behind your back as support.

“Fuuck.. sweetheart I can go all night. I-I want to cover you in my cum. I want to make.. you the mother of my future children,” he managed to mumble into your ear amongst the sound of skin to skin slapping and wet squelching noises your pussy made whenever he went in and out of you. His cock twitches inside you, ready to burst and coat the insides of your cunt his shade of white.

“D-Do it then. Cum in me.. I’m yours.. this is your pussy a-ah..!” you murmured in between moans, brain almost to the point where you can’t think straight while looking back at him. Those were the words he needed to hear before unleashing his white fluid in you, gushing when he pulled out. You let out a whimper when he pulled out, feeling empty without him to fill in that void in you. Turning to look at him with a somewhat disappointed face.

“Don’t worry, I’m not done with you yet. Overall, you said your pussy belongs to me.. right?” he breathed out, his mouth curving into a slight smile as he watched his cum start to seep out. He takes off his dress shirt, exposing his chiseled figure puffing in and out profusely. He undoes his necktie from your wrists and you reach your arms for him as he carries you onto his cock. The strength he still has to keep going, especially in this position, caught you a bit surprised. Let’s just say he wasn’t tired as he seemed to appear. That was, until he started heaving you up and down in his cock which was rimmed with your fluid and his cum mixed together making loud wet sounds. Your nails pressed into his shoulder blades creating crescent shapes into his skin. This position had you gagged. It was hitting every deep sensitive area you had in you. You didn’t know if you can take him in this position any longer,as you were close to finishing on his cock.

Whenever he came, it was either in you, or on you. Seeing you practically sprawled across the kitchen counter, covered and filled by his dripping thick cum was a sight for him. You don’t know how many times he’s made you cum. Nevertheless yo ustopped counting how many rounds you went with him. He wanted to keep going, but you were at your limit as well as for his physical body. He also knew you both couldn’t keep on going, as it was also getting even later the more you fucked.

“H-Ha.. I think dinner’s cold, sweetheart” were the words he said before releasing his last load on your face.

*.༄ GOJO SATORU, GETO SUGURU, NANAMI KENTO, ZHONGLI, CHILDE, DILUC, KUROO TETSUROU, BOKUTO KOUTARO, AKAASHI KEIJI, MIYA TWINS, OIKAWA TOORU, HAWKS, EREN YEAGER, LEVI ACKERMAN, ARTEM (ALL AGED UP/POST-TIME SKIP), and of course any of your favorite characters!!!

masterlist here

[miyamoratsumuu]

he was never the soft lover type. he's never been a "lover" at all. the best peek he got at romantic love was seeing everyone around him fall head over heals. his family, his classmates, almost all his friends are in happy relationships too.

in a typical rom-com, he would be the sad, lonely side character. the grumpy killjoy if you would. he fits the role quite well. that was until he met you. the one person who'd quite literally turn his world upside down.

it hasn't been long but he's already fallen for you. and he fell hard. his tough exterior faltered every time you were even in a meter radius from him. he stuttered in each conversation you had, and his cheeks would turn a hundred shades of red whenever your eyes met.

that would be great if only you were actually in his league. you were sunshine, and he was a literal rain cloud. coming to the conclusion that he never had a chance with you, he gave up. he resorted to completely shut down any kind of relationship he already had with you.

now he was at the farthest corner of the room whenever you walk in. his replies were cold and short whenever you talked to him, and if it was a sport, he'd be a gold medalist at avoiding your gaze no matter what.

he kept that up until you came to him one day with your brows furrowed and tears in your eyes. he was swallowed by guilt when you confronted him. though even when you were mad, you could never find it in you to scream in his face or cuss him out. and he hated that.

despite your tears and pleading, he's never going to tell you how he really felt. someone like you ending up with someone like him will only be a loss on your part. and he knew he didn't deserve the glory of being yours.

iwaizumi hajime, kageyama tobio, kyotani kentaro, suna rintaro (a bit ooc I think but ahaheaha), bakugou katsuki, shinsou hitoshi, leviathan (obey me), satan (obey me), teen nanami

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[boardsdonthitback]

Channing Tatum - Deadpool & Wolverine (2024)

[aurorabyler]

SHAWN LEVY ALWAYS COMES THROUGH FOR BYLER NATION….. OH EPS 5 AND 6 ABOUT TO MAKE HISTORY!!!!!

[delulustateofmind]

House Plant

TW: Yandere Behaviors, Stalking, Mentions of Kidnapping, noncon forehead smooch, Gn! Reader

WC: 500 (teeny tiny blurb)

You always brag about your green thumb. It’s your go-to anecdote: plants practically take care of themselves, you say. All you do is let them bask in the sunlight, barely watering them. Yet, somehow, your basil thrives, your golden pothos spills in luscious waves off the shelf, and your Monstera unfurls massive leaves that seem to stretch toward you like hands reaching out for help.

A miracle, really, considering a year ago you couldn’t even keep a fake plant from looking dull and lifeless. You joke that neglect might be the secret ingredient.

But it’s not neglect.

It’s him.

The sweet man from the plant nursery you met a year ago has been tending your plants in secret. He unlocks your door at night, stepping in with the practiced silence of a predator. Sometimes he comes during the day while you're out, his fingers brushing over the leaves you let burn under the relentless sun. Normally, he wouldn’t care about someone so careless. But watching you torture your plants with that thoughtless neglect? That did something to him. Awoke something he hasn’t been able to silence since.

He waters them. Feeds them. Prunes them. Repots them into richer soil. He’s poured hours into keeping them alive. You haven’t noticed the subtle shifts: the fresh soil around their bases, the slightly different placement of their pots, the way the leaves glisten unnaturally as though kissed by an unseen hand.

You don’t even notice him when he’s standing inches from your bed.

After his nightly rituals, he lingers, his gaze tracing the soft rise and fall of your chest as you sleep. Sometimes he reaches out, brushing a fingertip along your cheek. Tonight, he dares a kiss on your temple. You stir faintly, and for a brief, intoxicating moment, he wonders what you’d do if you woke to find him there, hovering over you like a shadow you can’t escape.

He presses his lips to your skin again. His hands tremble, aching to take you with him. Wouldn’t you be beautiful, kept under his care like one of your plants? He’d monitor your every need—your sunlight, your hydration, your nutrition. You’d thrive in his hands, just as your plants do now.

But there’s a darkness curling around the edges of his thoughts, whispering promises of discipline. Would you thrive under neglect, too? He wonders what you’d become after hours locked away in the dark, parched with thirst and stomach clawing for sustenance. How long before you break, wilting and desperate, begging for his touch, his care? The thought is thrilling.

He laughs softly, a sound meant only for himself. What a pretty little houseplant you’d make. Beautiful, fragile, and entirely his. And like all good things, you’d grow best under his control—until your roots were tangled too deeply to ever leave him.

Perhaps it’s time to stop tending your plants.

Perhaps it’s time to tend to you.

Characters:

JJK: Nanami, Geto, Sukuna, Kenjaku, Mahito

AOT: Levi, Erwin, Zeke

BNHA: Tomura, Overhaul, Dabi, Hawks

HxH: Hisoka, Illumi, Chrollo

Other Characters I thought of: Light Yagami, Douma, Aki

[ibarkatpeoplewoofwoofbitch]

Some fandoms and otome game creators "forgetting" y/n isn't just fem aligned and y/n is everyone, and y/n isn't some straight brown haired white woman and other people exist:

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And still, some writers on here tag it as #male reader. And make the character have female pronouns,wear a dress, talk about them having big boobs. Like theirs already not a lot of masculine aligned y/ns in stories so stop using #gender neutral reader or #male reader if you're so fucking clearly making it a women 💀🙏.

[roseyturtles]

Anyways I am taking Arcade away from Zachary Levi. Arcade Israel "anarchocommunist" Gannon no longer belongs to this man. As far as I'm concerned he gave up the right to be associated with one of the best-written gay characters with the rest of his soul.

[ace-0fspades69]

GIMME MY BREEDING FICS

ok guys its almost kinktober. (I MIGHT write a few idk yet. send a requet if u have one)

BUT I NEEEEEED my fix of breeding fics. I LOVE breeding fics an unhealthy amount. its not okay lol. pleasepleaseplease if ur writing one tag me in it.

thats all thank you. 💀

[lev1ii]

text au シ getting mad at the bakusquad

featuring: katsuki bakugo, eijirou kirishima, denki kaminari, mina ashido, hanta sero

content warnings: mild swearing

author’s note: text aus are so fun to make lmk if i should make more :3 kinda thinking abt making one for the dekusquad as well

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[katszzzz]

mfs be like “theyre my comfort character!!” then its the most traumatized character in the show (im mfs)

[disease]

HACKERS: HEROES OF THE COMPUTER REVOLUTION | STEVEN LEVY, 1984

The ethics of a Hacker according to Levy:

Access to computers—and anything that might teach you something about the way the world works—should be unlimited and total.

All information should be free.

Hackers should be judged by their hacking, not bogus criteria such as degrees, age, race, or position.

You can create art and beauty on a computer.

Computers can change your life for the better.