Don't Breathe (2016)



A group of teens break into a blind man’s home thinking they’ll get away with the perfect crime. They’re wrong.

Connie: Eren and Levi sittin` in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!

Eren: Come on you guys, quit it!

Jean: Yeah man, that was messed up.

Eren: Wow Jean, I-

Jean: It goes, Eren and Levi sittin` in a tree,  F-U-C-K-I-N-G!

Eren: Shut up!

Reiner: No no, it`s, Levi has Eren down on his knees, S-U-C-K-I-N-G!

Eren: GUYS!

anonymous asked:

Gajevy = warm, sensation and anger

Gajevy + Warm

   Levy groaned as her alarm lacrima went off, opening one eye to glare balefully at it before reaching out to swat the off button, reluctantly shuffling to the edge of the bed with the intention of getting up only to find her movement arrested by the hand now wrapped around her wrist. With a smile, she tilted her head to peer at her mate, rolling her eyes as she realised that he was trying to feign sleep even though his grip tightened when she tried to pull herself free.

“Gajeel…I have to get up,” she didn’t even sound convincing to her own ears, and she was unsurprised when his fingers tightened again…although she couldn’t stop herself from yelping when he abruptly pulled her back, causing her to land against his side and before she could escape he had wrapped her up in a tight hug, trapping her in place. “Gajeel…”

“You’re warm,” Gajeel mumbled, ignoring her protest and nuzzling into the side of her neck and despite herself Levy felt herself melting into his arms, tilting her head to give him better access before sighing in defeat.

“Just a little while longer…”

Gajevy + Sensation

   Gajeel froze for a minute, his breath catching in his throat at the sensation of fingers tentatively squeezing his shoulder…he didn’t want to move, he didn’t want to turn around and see that it was nothing more than an illusion, but gradually he found himself shifting, his shoulders slumping as he turned to find nothing but empty air behind him. It wasn’t the first time he had felt that sensation, and every time he felt a spark of hope rising in his chest…desperately praying that the last couple of months would turn out to be nothing more than a dream…a nightmare…and every time he was disappointed. He sighed, sinking down on the sofa and trying not to look at the pictures covering nearly every surface in the living room…the books on the table that he hadn’t had the heart to remove, Levy’s scent washing over him as he rested his head against the back of the sofa and he closed his eyes as he realised that it was fading. It took him a few minutes to realise that the sensation had returned, only this time the fingers were ghosting over his face and this time he forced himself to keep his eyes shut, to just lose himself in the feeling.

“Levy…Levy is that you?” He whispered, longing and pain warring for control. “Please…

Gajevy + Anger

    Gajeel had been ready to descend into full blown panic when he came to, his body a solid mass of pain and the memory of Levy’s voice raised in fear running through his mind. It took him a moment to realise that he could smell his mate and just that was enough to have him relaxing, until he caught the sour note to her scent and groggily he tilted his head towards her, blinking to clear his vision as he finally spotted the familiar blue shape leaning over him.


“You’re an idiot,” Levy cut him off, and he blinked again, almost wishing that he hadn’t when his vision cleared enough to let him see the fierce scowl she was sending at him…the sour smell intensifying, and he wrinkled his nose, sighing as he dawned on him that it was her anger tainting her smell. Groaning he reached up and brushed his fingers across her cheek, relieved to see her expression soften a little at the gesture, her scent beginning to return to normal.

“I’m sorry…”