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@mellowarbitercat

Here for the Smut
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levixreader

-Master List-

THIS BLOG CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT READ UNDER YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

Minors DNI with content tagged as Explicit.

This blog is continuously being updated.

Key:

^ - Posted more than 6 years ago

* - Posted this month

✥ - Explicit Sexual Content

❥ - Fluff

𖥧- Mention of sexual conduct

- Angsty

  • please understand that some fics are 7 years old (I was a 15 year old virgin who didn't know shit), which will be marked by a ^, I have recently returned, so I hope you enjoy my recent writing more. English is not my first language so any mistakes on the '^' please don't point it out, I already cry about it when I re-read them.
  • If you don't see a link to the story it’s because Tumblr took it down but I will be reposting them
Levi Headcannon
The flower shop owner next door *New*
It's not what it looks like:
  • Levi x K-Star Reader
How it started? With you falling. No, literally falling off the stage into his arms. The media had, had a field day with both of you. But now? Well, his hand wasn't going up your thigh for no reason. It isn't what it looks like... perhaps it's worse...
Chapter I * | Chapter II *| Chapter III * |Chapter IV *
How not to get caught:
You had rules, unspoken rules. Rules that would keep you safe, out of trouble. Rules that would prevent everyone in the Survey Corps from finding out Levi was fucking you all over the base. Rule number one? Noise.
Chapter I - Noise * | 𖥧 Chapter II - Provocation *
Dad Levi:
Charlotte was exactly like her father, stubborn to the core. Even though Levi would never allow her to join the military, she gives him a run for his money. Read as your teenage daughter turns your husbands day completely upside down when he agrees to have her join him for work for a week. Who knew someone other than you could break the Corporals composure so easily.
  • Little Charlotte and Levi drabbles too
Daughter of Mine - Chapter I * | It's Just a Hobby - Chapter II * | A father's duty - Chapter III *
Mini-Me (5 yo Charlotte) *
Dirty Talking:
  • Modern AU
New York, the city that never sleeps... but I can think of a couple who also prefer staying up all night. Follow the story of you and Levi in a funny One-shot connected story of seducing each other in a different situation. Although your methods are very bold and ... creative, Levi's vengeance doesn't lack imagination either.
𖥧 Phone Call ^ | 𖥧 Dress Up ^ | 𖥧 Fruit ^ | 𖥧 Trench Coat ^ | Morning Coffee ^ * | ✥ ChitChat in the Shower ^ * | 𖥧 Soft Hair ^ | Meeting Room ^ | 𖥧❥ Pillow Talk ^ | Chocolates ^
𖥧 The Fight | 𖥧 Maybe | Revenge | Dress Code | 𖥧 Tease * | Joy Ride * | ✥ Bikini Bottoms *NEW*
One-Shot:
Fluff:
Apples *NEW*
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Smut:
𖥧 Christmas Game ^ | 𖥧 Let's Play^| More^
More (Re-Written) |Rougher is Better
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Lemony Fluff:
𖥧 Home
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Angsty Fluff:
❥⌁ Perhaps *
Let's pretend this is love:
Modern AU
So what if you slept with your boss? So what if you continued sleeping with him? Doesn't mean anything... does it?
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teaspins

Strawberry Shortcake

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x female-bodied reader

Summary: Freezing in a café may not be the most ideal way to spend your day off, but these things have to start from somewhere.

Tags & warnings: sfw, mentions of serious illnesses, medical emergencies, lots of different types of food, systemic problems, shitty bosses, workplace trials & growth, and typical adult-life woes.

Word count: ~11.8k (i may...have gotten carried away, sorry)

Author's note: This is my contribution to @titan-fodder’s café collaboration, The Java Shop! I recently just got back into fandoms after a writing break, and it's been fun opening the writing doc again. Writing (+ reading) reader-insert fics has always been therapeutic to me, and seeing the café collab sparked an itch. And here we are.

+ more notes: this was supposed to be a meet-cute coffee shop AU, but it…turned into an au within an au because the ending i had in mind demanded it. i have not written in a while, and i surprised even myself with writing and actually finishing this fic. if i forgot to tag something, let me know! (i hope y'all) enjoy~

please do not repost my work anywhere, thank you!

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Currently Posting on Ao3:

Rainbows In The Storm - a Sam Winchester x reader A/B/O fiction.

Fandom: Supernatural

Rating: Explicit

Summary: She’s just a small town girl, home for the summer, celebrating her town’s traditions, looking forward to graduating. But her small town hides a secret, one that’s about to be bust wide open, and Y/N’s life will change forever.

Word Count: 50k+

Pairing: Sam Winchester x reader

Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Sam Winchester, Omega Reader, Angst, Death, Kidnapping, Murder, Government Agencies, Mad Scientists, Dubious Consent, Rape/Non-con Elements, Knotting, Marking, Breeding, Violence, Blood and Gore, Biting, Magic, Werewolves, Werewolves Turn Into Actual Wolves, Hunters & Hunting, Fluff, Romance, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mating, Implied/Referenced Torture. Please read the warnings, this isn’t a dark!fic, but it is one where consent is removed from both parties for scientific advantage.

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veeaziel

every day i am percieved™️

There is a reason for this though!

The original tweet summarizes it pretty well. Fanfic tends to be popular among certain types of neurodivergent people (aka people most likely to read excessively as a child, and have burnout as an adult) for the same reasons that we tend to hyperfixate–neurochemical signaling (I hope I’m using that phrase correctly). What I mean is, for people who are really dependent on changes in dopamine/serotonin/neurotransmitter levels, who have low levels or wonky neural reward systems (perhaps the most common types of neurodivergence)…people like us rely on dependable external sources of those neurochemicals. In order to function, we spend a lot of our free time trying to level out our brain chemistry using things that can reliably bring us a steady stream of joyful moments (rewards) without costing too much of the mental effort that is already in short supply

significantly: the investment of reading has to be balanced with a steady “return on investment”–and this return has to start fairly quickly. because again, we don’t have a lot of attention/energy to invest on tiring things. we have perpetual “low batteries” in that regard.

that doesn’t mean these stories are “simple,” or that they lack complexity or value–only that the reward has to come in short regular intervals, and it has to have a low “upfront cost.” these stories are only “easy” to read in the sense that the effort we put into them is rewarded in a timely manner. which is why fanfic stories are so perfectly formulated for neurodivergent readers–they are often beautifully written, but skip a lot of the upfront costs (of introducing new characters, of world-building, of getting the audience emotionally connected to the story elements).

the nature of fanfiction is that the reader has a pre-existing relationship with this world and these characters. that–combined with the shorter average length of fics–means that fan fics very quickly start rewarding the reader in a way that traditional fiction struggles to. that’s not a bad thing! and maybe it’s something more traditionally published writers should be paying attention to.

Fanfic, as a genre, has been uniquely helpful and accessible to many neurodivergent readers who would otherwise struggle to immerse themselves in stories. I’m glad so many of you have found a way to love and enjoy reading again! The important thing is that you are spending time inside stories you love–the way those stories are published or presented to the world is just one detail. The fact that you find joy in the process of reading (or listening!) to stories–that is what matters.

I feel understood 🥰

a bunch of people have reblogged this with the default “i feel called out” reaction….and i know when we say that we mean it tongue-in-cheek….but this comment sorta blew my mind & shifted my perspective up and to the left a little thank you♥

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zadabug98

The Serotonin is stored in the Ao3

The Serotonin is stored in the Ao3
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Summary: Known as The Omen, your reputation puts fear in some of the most dangerous and deadly Alphas. So when you’re caught and sent to the worst maximum security facility unknown to man, no one expected an unclaimed Omega to walk through the gates in shackles and an orange jumpsuit. Word circulates, and before long there’s a price on your head. Who will claim the untamed Omega?

Characters: Alpha!Dean, Alpha!Sam, Omega!Reader, numerous Alpha and Beta characters.

Story Warnings: A/B/O dynamics. Heat. Rut. Knotting. Marking. Explicit language. Imprisonment. Violence. Angst. Assault. Blood. Murder. Death. Smut. Poly relationship. Medical procedures. Medicinal drugs. Each chapter will have it’s own warnings as this is just a brief list. Please read each chapter’s warnings carefully. There will be triggering content.

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Sweet Pea and children

so i loved your sweet pea fic!! I was wondering if you would be willing to bring to life an idea i have had? so this request in no way takes place in the current riverdale storyline but here it goes. The reader and Sweet pea are either dating/engaged/married (you decide). The reader is a teacher at a local elementary school and maybe one parent volunteer can’t come in for something (idk project? field trip?) so she begs sweet pea to. how he reacts and if he helps out how that goes

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“Hey, could you maybe get the day off tomorrow?” I asked after pecking Sweet Pea’s lips.

I had just gotten home from a very stressful day at work: children can be exhausting, but what they don’t tell you when you become a primary school teacher is that their parents are even worse.

We had a field trip planned for a few months – apple picking, nothing special – and one of the parents had just canceled on me at the very last minute using some bullshit reason that I can’t even remember, bringing the number of accompanying adults below the required minimum.

“Yeah, sure” Sweet Pea nodded and closed the newspaper he was reading to look at me. “Why?”

I completely ignored his question because I knew that I had to work him before I asked him to chaperon twenty five screaming seven-year-old’s with me for a full day.

“Uh, no reason…” I trailed off and wrapped my arms around his broad back. I made sure he felt my warm breath run along the back of his neck, my lips lingering on his skin. He pretended not to be fazed at first because he liked playing hard to get, but when I finally felt him tense in anticipation I whispered in his ear: “I need you to come on the field trip with me tomorrow.”

At first, Sweet Pea didn’t seem to register what I had just asked him. Once he finally did, he burst into laughter. Then he turned around, looked me dead in the eye and shook his head no. “No way.”

“Some asshole parent decided at the last minute that they couldn’t come and I can’t cancel, the kids have been excited about this for months. They’re gonna make my life a living hell if they don’t pick some goddamn apples tomorrow.”

Sweet Pea chuckled at my desperation, but he didn’t seem to waver. “I’m sorry, babe, but second graders and I don’t mix.”

I joined my hands in prayer and waved them in front of his face. “Please, I’m begging you here.”

Sweet Pea groaned, which only served to make a spark of hope light up inside me. “Can’t you just ask some other teacher? Or one of your friends, like Toni. Toni loves children.”

“Pea, you’re my last hope. I wouldn’t have asked you if I hadn’t already tried everyone else I know. For fuck’s sake, I even asked Jughead!”

Sweet Pea stood up and rubbed his face with the palms of his hands. Silence engulfed the room as I waited for him to think. Then he sighed and said: “Okay, fine. But you owe me big time.”

I shook him awake at 6AM the next morning and he rolled over with a very loud groan. I poked him with the tips of my fingers repeatedly until he finally threw his legs off the bed, grumpily muttering “God, I fucking hate you”, which earned him a very large smile from me.

We finally got to the school parking lot and I was about to get out of the car when he grabbed my arm to stop me.

“Wait.” He hesitated before continuing. “Don’t you dare laugh at me, but… what if they don’t like me?”

I chuckled and stifled my laugh when he glared at me. “Are you actually worried that a bunch of seven-year-olds aren’t gonna like you?” He nodded. “Okay, let me just tell you that kids that age like pretty much anyone as long as they’re nice enough to them.”

He seemed to be feeling more confident already.

“Also,” I added, leaning in for a small kiss. “How could they not like you?”

At 8AM the kids started piling up into the big yellow school bus. Every time one of them squealed excitedly Sweet Pea would roll his eyes at me, but as the minutes passed I could see him starting to warm up to the kids and… dare I say get a little excited?

“Who are you?” asked one kid, Tommy, tugging with all his force at Sweet Pea’s hand.

“Oh, I’m Mrs. Y/L/N’s husband.” Sweet Pea smiled down at him awkwardly.

“You’re really tall, did you know that?” Tommy pointed out.

Sweet Pea chuckled. “Yeah, I’ve been told.”

“How’s the weather up there?” Tommy laughed, thinking, just like every seven-year-old who makes that joke, that he was the funniest kid around.

Sweet Pea smiled and bent down a little bit, just enough so he could reach down to ruffle Tommy’s hair – which earned him a loud protest. “How’s the weather down there, buddy?”

Almost two hours later we were at the apple picking field. As soon as we got off the bus the kids started running around excitedly and very loudly. I turned my head to tell Sweet Pea to brace himself because they would be doing that the whole day, but he didn’t seem annoyed or like he was dreading spending the following eight hours with screaming children: lips slightly parted, he was looking at them in awe.

As the hours passed, Sweet Pea won over every single kid. They were taking turns climbing on his shoulders to pick the apples that were higher on the tree, and all of them, Sweet Pea included, were giggling and laughing uncontrollably.

Three of the girls even cried when it was time to say goodbye at the end of the day. His heart melted at the sight and, as he picked all three up at the same time to give them a big hug, he promised he would come visit sometime.

It was a side of Sweet Pea I had never had the pleasure of getting to know and I was positively surprised.

In the car on the way back home I asked: “So, did you have fun?”

He didn’t answer my question. Instead, eyes locked on the road in front of him, he said: “I think I want one.”

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I’m sorry it took so long!

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UPSIDE DOWN MASTERLIST

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader

Summary:

You don’t know much about Sweet Pea, except for what you hear in the hallways around school. You pass him on your way to and from classes and you’ve perhaps brushed his arm a hand full of times. You don’t know him and he doesn’t know you.

That is until you save his baby sister from the Ghoulies all while simultaneously getting involved in a world you want nothing to do with and events you would rather stay out of.

Too bad the Ghoulies have other ideas…

End: Look for the sequel Head Over Heels!

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Deadly Voice Masterlist (COMPLETE)

Summary: The Reader is employed by the Joker as a singer and has just destroyed one of his clubs. She now seeks shelter from the consequences only to start working for another major criminal - the Penguin. The Joker isn’t far behind however and has a way of turning up wherever the Reader is, those he no longer seems intent on killing her…

(Sorry im really bad at summaries - especially as I don’t even know where I’m going with this story!)

Let me know if anything doesn’t work! :D

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teapotsahoy

When ur like: “this show is very good.  In fact, it is too good.  I want something I can watch with 30% brain and this is a minimum 60% brain show.”

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jennstarkid

About a week ago I posted this.

I’ve been getting horrible messages like this in my ask for months, including:

and my personal favorite

After getting the message saying “Just go kill yourself” I was completely done dealing with this person’s horrible messages and replied with just an “Okay.” and logged off tumblr.

About a week later I logged back on with 17 messages in my ask, most of them from the anon. I scrolled down and at first when I logged off, the anon messaged me things like

I scrolled up more and all of a sudden they started sending me more and more messages like

This was extremely surprising to me. I thought “After all those horrible messages you sent to me for MONTHS about hating me and wanting me dead, you say ‘sorry’ and that you ‘cant be responsible for someone’s suicide’?”

But I guess the lesson goes like this:

DONT TELL ANYONE TO KILL THEMSELVES UNLESS YOU ARE PREPARED FOR WHAT MIGHT ACTUALLY HAPPEN

DON’T TELL ANYONE TO KILL THEMSELVES EVER.

THIS POST IS SO IMPORTANT I WANT EVERYONE ON TUMBLR IN THE WORLD TO SEE IT

This needs to be reblogged. I couldn’t scroll past this if I tried, I got a message like that but not for me, it told me to my friend to kill them self, I was livid! I didn’t answer it because a message like that doesn’t deserve an answer but I don’t see what is so funny about telling someone to kill them selves! I really don’t! It’s sick and it’s wrong. This person though, I take my hat off to you. You taught that bully a lesson.

this.

This will always be number one on the list of things that aren’t okay

Ho-ly shit.

I’ll never not reblog this

If you dare scroll without reblogging this you have no soul…….. i mean you do but reblogging this wont ruin your blog……. please just spread the word.

Please people don’t send anon hate your just hurting yourselves…

Don’t tell anyone to kill themselves. EVER.

A PSA we shouldn’t need, but we do…because some people are fucking horrible

Never, EVER, do this to anyone.

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