* Levi Ackerman Headcannons *

* Levi Ackerman Headcannons *

He isn’t into PDA but he will give you head pats or just ruffle your hair when around other people.

His Love language is acts of service, I feel like he isn’t great with words, so he would express his feelings by bringing you tea, cleaning your office, checking your odm gear is working properly, things like that.

Since he has insomnia he would probably watch you sleep on a sofa next to his desk while he works.

If your sleeping in the bed he would peek his head through the door every few minutes just to make sure you’re ok.

He absolutely adores when you stroke his hair and scratch his undercut with your nails.

He loves going on walks with you.

I feel like he’d be scared of thunderstorms (because of what happened with Isabel and Farlan) so when one happens he would be curled up under a blanket and you would just have to hold him and tell him everything is going to be okay.

Every time he goes into town he would bring you home a little trinket that reminds him of you.

If he did finally have some time to sleep and rest he would probably lay his head on your chest while you run your fingers through his hair.

Or if he’s not laying his head on your chest, he is holding onto your arm with his face nuzzled into your shoulder.

One of his favourite pastimes is Sitting in front of the fire, reading a book, with you curled up beside him sleeping.

Or Him laying his head on your lap while you read outloud to him.

He likes when you hug him from behind.

He’s Actually Hilarious, like I don’t think he realises how funny he actually is.

He will just randomly poke your cheek.

He has really fluffy and silky hair.

He smells like Mint and Vanilla with the occasional scent of bleach.

He gets flustered really easily.

Most likely would fall asleep on your shoulder

Kisses with Sebastian would include...

𝐹𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓂: 𝔅𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔅𝔲𝔱𝔩𝔢𝔯. Sebastian x reader

𝒜𝓊𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇’𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒: a short and sweet writing for your weekend. Yes I reused this gif because it’s so soft 🥺

Kisses are Sebastian’s favorite ways of showing his devotion to you. They’re brief, but full of meaning. He will never kiss you if he doesn’t mean it

Every morning there’s a kiss waiting for you as soon as you open your eyes. You’ll feel Sebastian’s warm lips press against your forehead and then the soft, low murmur of his good morning greeting

He likes teasing you by placing a kiss on your nose and then suddenly biting the tip of it. It’s unexpected and it never fails to make him giggle at your flustered reaction. The real treasure here is his soft giggle, it’s something only you get to hear

Kisses on your lips aren’t always heated and needy, sometimes they’re just a chaste way of reminding you that he’s there for you. However, should you happen to graze your tongue on his lips or take a small bite he will definitely hold you tight and close for a heated makeout session

Sebastian is very good at sensing your emotions. So when he sees you’re feeling down or insecure, he’ll come and silently hug you and place butterfly kisses all over your face, and would pay special attention in kissing your hands, since he finds them so beautiful. He’ll whisper pet names like darling, kitten, sweet one, as he comforts you. It’s also goes without saying that Sebastian’s hugs are the best. His much taller frame accommodates yours just perfect. If you stay still, you can hear his heart beating steadily

When he’s with you he always removes his gloves. It’s a barrier between him and anyone he comes in contact with, and he certainly doesn’t want that barrier between you both. He likes touching and feeling your warm skin against his own

He’s always very affectionate behind closed doors, both because a butler can’t be seen having a sweetheart and well, because in his line of work it would mean exposing you to his world full of enemies, but you can count on the fact that on almost every night, your demon lover will come back to you and kiss you good night before you fall asleep

-🌸🐇

Christian Slater brainrot ✨💕

Overhaul is pure evil.

I want to sit on his lap.

* On your period with Jean Headcannons *

You wake up clutching your stomach, you turn over, groaning in pain to see Jean staring at you with worry in his eyes.

“Baby, are you alright??”

“Yeah, it’s just my period”

He quickly sits up and hops out of bed, walking swiftly to the bathroom. He had prepared a warm bath for you to soak in while he runs to the store.

Before he leaves he drops a pair of his sweatpants, one of his oversized hoodies (which he sprayed in your favourite cologne before he left) and he also left a little note on top,

𝘛𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯, 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦.𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 ~ 𝘑𝘦𝘢𝘯 <3

You put on the clothes and made your way into the living room, you got comfy and fell asleep quite quickly,

You woke up to a soft kiss being placed upon your cheek, you opened your eyes and saw jean bent down in front of the couch just looking at you, he kissed your nose and walked into the kitchen.

After, he came back with a big bag full of sweets and chocolate for you, he lifted your head And put it in his lap as he ran his fingers through your hair.

He turned on a Movie for both of you too watch , you ended up switching positions and you were now laying in front of him, your back to his chest, as he slowly massaged your stomach to help with cramps.

After a while you fell asleep, and he lifted you up and carried you into bed, he changed you into one of his sleep shirts and put your hair into a quick loose ponytail.

He tucked you in and kissed your head before sliding in next to you.

You opened your arms and he rested his head in the crook of your neck, he kissed it lightly while whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

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FEMALE READER VERSION

Of all Hawks’ secrets, you are the most well-kept.

Version: Female Reader version | Male Reader Version Links: Gifset (art only) | Mood Music

NIGHTHAWK Rating: Explicit   |   Word Count: 13k  | Art: 14 animations, 2 stills (Technically no spoilers, but if you aren’t caught up on the events of the manga you’ll be missing important context. The fic takes place after Hawks’ meeting with the commission.) Synopsis: Casual was the word you used when you first agreed to sleep together. As weeks turned into months turned into a year, those quick and dirty nights blossomed into private moments that earned him little pieces of you. Warnings: Dom!Hawks, Nurse!Reader, animalistic behavior, rough sex, quirk/feather play, light bondage, biting, praise kink, hurt/comfort, secret relationship, talk of past lovers, mentions of death, panic attacks, PTSD, mention of a past, non-canon event. Spicy, then bitter, then sweet.

There was nothing exceptional about your life from an outsider’s perspective. You lived in an apartment on the outskirts of Jaku City, unmarried and childless. During the day you attended medical school where you studied for your doctorate. During the evening you worked as a nurse in the intensive care unit. Then, when you were home, you sat alone for dinner at a kitchen table meant for two.

Wash. Rinse. Repeat.

For the past year, however, an occasional tap at your sixteenth-story window would break up the lonely monotony. The tap was quite a scandalous secret, not that anyone would believe you if you let it slip. Even you still had a hard time accepting the bizarre reality of the situation; but it was real. Just as real his voice, which you could hear echoing faintly through your apartment.

You glanced up from your lukewarm dinner and dropped your fork. For a long moment, you sat in silence, listening intently until you heard it again. It was him; it was his voice. Your heart pounded against your ribs as you shoved out of your chair and jogged to the window. The part between your curtains opened, but when you peeked through you saw only the glow of city lights below a blanket of darkness.

A frown found your face, and a sigh spilled past your lips. You heard his voice; you would never mistake it for another. It echoed casually against your dim walls again, and you turned your head towards the sweet sound. The television was on in the living room. Your heart dropped at the realization. The little square thing sat on your end table and taunted you with his image. 

There he was. Hawks, the winged hero, being interviewed by a woman in a pantsuit. It wasn’t often he did interviews, so you left your dinner to go cold in favor of watching the program.

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