Punk!Daddy!Levi x Mommy!Reader - Dance - [AU]
With a tiered sigh, a tattooed arm worked carefully to apply false lashes right in the perfect spot on his beloved daughter's face. It wasn't strange anymore, he was used to this kind of stuff now. He was an expert at makeup, hair, costuming, and any skills needed to survive in the dance world. He didn't give two shits if someone thought what he was doing was strange or unmanly. Any person that dared question his masculinity would soon have to schedule facial reconstruction surgery after receiving a deadly blow to the face. This was his little girl, and this is what she loved. So for the sake of his beloved daughter, he'd pin up her hair and apply her lipstick. No one had to know about this little activity he did on the weekends anyways, it was just between his family and the people currently standing in the room. This was the one thing Hope begged her daddy to do with her, and Levi couldn't refuse the sweetness of his six-year-old daughter.
"Daddy, do yo
Decorus (Pharaoh!Levi x Reader) [Ancient Egypt!AU]
Decorus (Pharaoh!Levi x Dancer!Reader) [Ancient Egypt!AU]
He started his mornings with the sunrise; hair trimmed short, scented oils rubbed into alabaster skin, eyelids darkened with kohl. A fine linen kilt would be placed around trim hips, and a gold necklace would adorn his neck, inlaid with a stone of lapis-lazuli that go brilliantly with his blade-bright hues.
Nimble feet would roam the imposing grand palace, the pads of his fingertips involuntarily feeling the roughness of little bumps and tiny cracks found in the walls, eyes raking over the woven tapestries that would hang up high.
A banquet would be held this evening, and he couldn’t help but feel grateful, his lips curving into a rare smile that didn’t quite fit well with his impassive countenance. His mind was filled with thoughts of his dancer, mixed with a flurry of iridescent colors.
You had been in his mind without
Thug!Levi x Reader - Actions - [AU]
(Levi and Reader are 18+)
Messy locks of hair were thrown back as the dangerous man on top of you sent you over the edge of ecstasy. He was phenomenal at what he did, and it left you eager to be in this position on some other day here in the near future. It felt great like this, this feeling of contentment. Levi Ackerman, the notorious thug in your town, had a tendency to "drop by" your apartment, call it "filthy shit", proceed to clean it, and somehow he'd convince you to make love to him in return for his petty services. You assumed he came here when he needed a place to hide from cops or rival gangs, which normally would be incentive to slam the door in someone's face. However, he made you feel so damn good you nearly anticipated whenever he'd show up and invite himself in. How you allowed yourself to get involved with an ex-convict (who was still doing crimes), was beyond you. You were his social worker for god’s sake! But taking him under your wing had resulted in this dange
Beautiful - Levi x Chubby!Reader [Drabble]
You stared at yourself in the mirror, tugging at the skin on your body as a deep frown settled itself on your features.
You never were what anyone would define as skinny, or thin. No, you had been carrying this extra weight on your body for pretty much your entire life. You didn’t have an hourglass figure, you didn’t have a petite, slim body, you were just you. And you hated it.
How many times had you tried to go on diets? Too many for you to remember. You’d do your damnedest to shed those few extra kilos, either through eating healthy or working out regularly, but each time you’d end up eating something you weren’t supposed to, forgetting that you didn’t go jogging, giving up on the whole thing and falling back to stage one. It was infuriating, but you just couldn’t seem to give yourself that bit of extra motivation that you needed.
Even at the state of self-loathing that you were at, Levi had still taken an interest in you. One that was big e
Writer!Levi x Reader - Lost Girl - [AU]
Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine he would have his own party. This party was solely for him and all of his new accomplishments. This was to honor the millions of books he had sold all over the world, along with celebrating these books being picked up to eventually be turned into a movie series. Beautiful people in expensive outfits drinking luxurious alcoholic beverages decorated the entire New York City loft. And for once, he wasn't the awkward poor guy with a flask in the corner, he was the guest of honor. Writers were praising him, women were attempting to flirt with him, and men begged to know the secrets to his success. People didn't know much about him besides that he was a damn good writer, and he had written three different books about a beautiful girl and her journeys after leaving some unknown place. The girl experiences all sorts of highs and lows that demonstrate her strengths and flaws, but Levi always points out how gorgeous and amazing this girl is. No one
Sebastian-x- ShyReader: Her Gentleman, Chess Piece
Sebastian-x- Shy Reader: Her Gentleman, Chess Piece
Lady Camilla Beatrice Riverside was a woman of divine beauty and overflowing fortune. Throughout Europe she was revered for her name and personal gifts, and all of this praise and respect was uniquely and well-earned. Having been born to a British Aristocrat family and then marrying well when she was young, the woman had made quite the reputation for herself. She was cunning and had the delicate virtues that any true lady should have, as well as a flair for authority, so she had bypassed everyone’s expectations and gone exceedingly far in terms of her social climbing and wealth.
Her husband, the right honorable Lord Mathew Riverside had died a handful of years past from tuberculosis and Lady Camilla had never remarried. She had respected her late spouse and hadn’t found the need to chain herself to another man when she was perfectly happy and freed as she was. (It was a fact tha
Chains: Part 49 (Eyeless Jack x Reader)
The truck ride was long and silent.
Jack just focused on the road, trying his best not to look at [Name]. At the moment the [h/c]-haired girl was staring at her lap, her wrists bound in front of her with duct tape. This time he’d bound them even tighter than when they’d first come to the cabin, to the point that he’d probably cut into the circulation to her hands. He knew it must be painful, but at the moment it didn’t really matter.
His grip tightened on the steering wheel as he thought back to the events that led to this. Obtaining the pills had been relatively easy, much easier than expected. He’d just explained he was having nightmares, and after another microsleep episode right in front of them Masky and Hoody had given them half a bottle’s worth of pills. Just like that, quick and painless. Honestly, it had made him feel so good about the day,
Intensity - Sensei! Levi x Reader
You know the saying: take all your troubles to the bottle?
Well the same could be applied to the punching bag.
Whenever you socked the punching bag all your problems would dissolve with every hit.
In all case and purposes, it felt so good.
Thinking of school. Punch. Thinking of those idiots who hated you for no reason. Kick. The anxiety to fit in. Jab.
Something therapeutic came through wasting all your physical stamina on this inanimate object. Yet there was always sparring.
Don’t call yourself mental but something particularly animal came over you when you sparred. It was like the ancient thread from the dawn on humanity awakened your sense to fight and never give up.
Keep in mind you weren’t from a wealthy family. Far from it. Constantly you had to fight for who and what you were so people wouldn’t put you down…
“CLASS!!” yelled your sensei. Everyone immediately stopped what they were doing.
Nightmares (Levi X Reader)
~A/N: Listen as you read! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VVbucCyqK_U&index=3&list=FL6A_kG4AUBerQI5m5_DmhRw ~
You softly knocked on the dark wood, using your other hand to crack open the door. Furrowing your brows, you took a step inside, closing the door behind you. Sunlight filtered in through the windows, allowing the few specks of dust that inhabited his room to dance in it's yellow shine. It shone directly onto the plush velvet green sofa, where a large lump under a blanket laid.
Cautiously advancing, you sat on your knees to peer at the form. Oh, it's Levi Heichou, you thought with a soft smile as his head poked out from beneath the blanket. His features were relaxed and content, chest rhythmically rising and falling along with his deep breaths. He shifted a bit, burrowing his face into the soft pillow as he drew his knees up to his chest.
It's rare to see him curled up and asleep... You brushed a strand of his dark r