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⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖࣪ hallmark holiday !!

ᝰ.ᐟ tis the season to sit by the fireplace and indulge in cheesy, cliche, ever-so-predictable hallmark movies where we know the main couple will always get their happily ever after. alternatively: a scenario post detailing the cliche holiday romance you and your fave would be ♡ྀི ( fem!reader & sfw )

starring keiji akaashi, atsumu miya, shoyo hinata, seishiro nagi, shoei barou, yoichi isagi, jinpachi ego, noel noa, rin itoshi, oliver aiku, kento nanami, naoya zenin, porco galliard, colt grice, levi ackerman

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⋆⁺₊❅. dedicated to you starring keiji akaashi synopsis keiji akaashi finally gets his dream promotion to the literature department — sort of. see, first he's given what the company calls a "trial run", where they're testing to see how well he'll do. if this book that he edits makes it to the bestseller's list within its first month of publication, he gets the position permanently. fail, and he doesn't just get demoted — he gets fired. this dream of his becomes a nightmare whenever he realizes the author they're assigning to him is you — famous literary critic turned author. well, almost an author. this will be your first book you're ever writing. see, you've got a bit of a reputation. your reviews of novels, whether they'e indie books available only on kindle unlimited or works considered to be modern classics, are nothing short of scathing. rarely is there ever a book that seems to impress you. and while your reviews are valid, a group of scorned writers (who are all beloved by the booktok community, which, in your opinion, invalidates everything they do by default) publicly challenge you: if their writing is so bad, why don't you publish a book and show them how it's done?

exclusive sneak peek! "so you're my editor?" you raise an eyebrow at the man sitting across from you. he's wearing a brown blazer, his hair neatly parted with gel, and he has such a mild-mannered aura about him that you want to groan in agony. of course, the only shmuck who'd be willing to touch your book (book is generous; you barely have half of a first draft) would be some dweeb who's probably been out of work for like, the last year. "yes. i'm keiji akaashi. we spoke over email." he reaches into his workbag, probably to hand you a business card that you'll end up tossing in the cafe's trashcan. "oh. from the tone of your emails, i was expecting someone..." you don't finish your sentence. "someone what?" he asks. "it's nothing." you wave your hand, as if to tell him that the comment was useless anyway. "listen, i'm sure i'm not your ideal client, but we don't have to keep meeting. i'll make your job easy by making sure you never have to edit or touch a single letter on my drafts. just let me handle this my own way, and i'm sure—" "no." you don't normally let people interrupt you, but the shift in his tone makes you pause. you stare at him curiously, only this time, you notice that keiji akaashi doesn't seem so mild-mannered right now. he continues. "i'm not sure where you got the bright idea that you would just write this book on your own, but you don't make a deal with a major publishing house just to go about the project like all the indie authors you criticize in your little column. the minute you signed that contract, you became my responsibility." akaashi looks you in the eyes as he tells you, "so from this point forward, your book is about to become our book. and i only plan on producing bestsellers." you smile at that, leaning forward and matching the intensity of his gaze. "good. because i only plan on writing a bestseller."

⋆⁺₊❅. make it to christmas starring atsumu miya synopsis break-ups can be tough. coming home for the holidays can be tougher. combine these two situations, and throw in the fact that no one can know about said break-up, and this might be the toughest situation to go through. here's the deal: you and atsumu, who've been together for the past four years, are deemed "most likely to get married". your friends, family, and even strangers on the internet all think you two are the couple that will make them believe in the power of love again. with this type of pressure, neither of you are willing to wreck the holiday spirit by announcing your break-up, and really, mama miya just got a particularly bad diagnosis. the last thing either of you want to do is break her heart some more. so, you both agree to pretend to still be together, all for the sake of "saving christmas", so to speak. but then, mama miya walks in on the two of you in the kitchen at the worst possible moment. atsumu is down on one knee, kneeling in front of you. finally, some good news this season: her baby boy is getting married to the love of his life.

exclusive sneak peak! "atsumu, this whole thing is a mess!" you whisper-shout at him, leaning down and examining the space beneath the floor kitchen cabinets in search of your missing earring. "well, you can't back out now!" he whisper-shouts back, crawling on all fours to help you look for the damn earrings osamu's new girlfriend gifted you. "what would we tell everybody?" "how about the truth?" "we will tell them the truth! right after christmas." "you idiot, your mom has her next appointment the day after christmas! the whole point i agreed to this was so that way we wouldn't crush her with a whole day of bad news!" "you're right." your back is turned to him, but even without looking, you know he's nodding his head. "we should just wait 'til the month's over then." "that's even worse!" now you finally do turn around, crossing your arms against your chest. "i really think this was a bad idea. we need to figure out how to come clean before this whole thing blows up in our faces." he sighs, knowing that you're right. you always are. it's what he loves — loved; he's not quite sure if he's still allowed to use the L-word concerning you — about you. then, he perks up, catching a glint of your missing earring. propping himself up on his good knee, he presents the ring to you earnestly. "oh!" you grin, happy that atsumu found the damn thing. now, osamu's girlfriend will be properly placated. before you can reach for it, three things happen in rapid succession. one: the kitchen door swings open. two: mama miya assesses the situation quickly, and lets out the biggest shriek of excitement heard 'round the world. three: this whole thing definitely just blew up in your faces.

⋆⁺₊❅. v for valentine starring shoyo hinata synopsis you hate valentine's day — after you found out your (former!) boyfriend of three years was cheating on you on this very special holiday, you see what the 14th is all about. commercialized "love": packaged in bright pink packaging and red hearts that get sold to unsuspecting fools. however, as a wedding planner, you still have to love love. it's just hard to whenever the wedding you're planning is set for feb. 14th... and it's to your ex-boyfriend and the girl he cheated on you with. you know it's petty and ridiculous and horribly immature, but you're plotting and scheming ways to ruin their wedding without it being tied directly back to you. the only obstacle in your way, though, is the bride-to-be's annoying cousin who immediately catches onto your plans and seems intent on putting a stop to you.

exclusive sneak peek! "what do you think you're doing?" you jump up, startled at the sudden intrusion. everyone else is supposed to be occupied, oohing and ahhing at bridezilla's reception dress reveal. "nothing." you say, in that tone of voice that makes it very, very obvious to anyone who can hear that you were definitely up to something. "really?" hinata asks. "because it looks like you're trying to convince the dog to tear up my cousin's high heels." busted. (you're too flustered and trying to come up with an excuse as to why there's peanut butter on his cousin's designer heels that you don't notice the way hinata looks like he's trying to hold back his laughter.)

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⋆⁺₊❅. married by christmas starring seishiro nagi synopsis as the only daughter of the mikage business empire, not to mention having an older brother who could care less about the family business, you should be rightfully inheriting a good majority of mikage corp. on the day of your twenty-fifth birthday, you anticipate the metaphorical keys to your family's empire. instead, you receive the worst news of your life: reo's going to lead mikage corp starting on christmas day (a gift that he never asked for), and since you're still unmarried at the decrepit age of twenty-five, your grandparents are demanding you start going on blind dates with the men they've found for you. when you angrily confront your parents, wanting to know why everything will be handed to reo, who doesn't even want this responsibility, the answer is clear: they need a man to be the face of mikage. if you marry someone, even if you're the one pulling the strings from behind, you can still inherit the business by having your husband look like the one in control. your parents know that you don't want to get married, but what they don't know is that you're willing to do anything to get what you've worked so hard for. you didn't spend years abroad to study at the best business school in the world and to build connections all for it to go down the drain. but then you realize that all these men your grandparents found for you won't be willing to just sit back and let you do all the work. they want power of their own. where in the world could you possibly find someone you can trust to be married to in these conditions? and then it dawns on you: your older brother's best friend! from what you remember of him during high school, nagi wants nothing more in life than to just be able to make easy money and relax, left to his own devices. he's never taken advantage of reo, so he'll probably stay loyal to you. and a quick google search reveals that nagi's never even been in a public relationship. he's perfect.

exclusive sneak peek! "you bought me a ring?" you stare at the velvet box resting on your living room table, eyeing it like a bomb that might explode at any minute. "huh? oh yeah, why?" nagi's voice is cracking through the speaker of your phone. you're not sure where he is; you don't really know much about your husband-to-be, you realize. you should get him to email you his daily schedule. you plan on making note of that in your outlook calendar, after this call. "i didn't expect you to get me a ring." you frown. "forward me the invoice for it, and i will make sure to reimburse you. in the future, please refrain from making any purchases related to our relationship unless i clearly allow it and expect it. christmas in front of my family, and public birthday celebrations, for example, are occasions in which i'll allow gift-giving." "you're sayin' my future wife doesn't want gifts?" nagi wants to choke reo. he's the one who said you expected to be spoiled, and all the guys on his team seem to be adamant that buying gifts for your significant other is the way to go. if he knew you were going to start talking business around him, he wouldn't have gone through the hassle of finding a decent jeweler in this city. "this is a business partnership, nagi. not a romantic relationship. in business, you buy gifts only to bribe. are you trying to bribe me right now?" no, he thinks. he was only trying to make you happy.

⋆⁺₊❅. a king for christmas starring shoei barou synopsis serving as king but hated by a small, powerful group of witches, the ruler of the kingdom, shoei barou, is cursed and expelled to another world where his tyranny will not be tolerated. the only way to return back to his world is for him to learn benevolence and empathy. they certainly gave him a challenge; it'll be hard to be kind and empathetic whenever you're magically transported to the twenty-first century without a single clue as to how the world works. luckily, he ends up transported here, unconscious, on the front porch of a tired, overworked, graveyard shift ER nurse. you signed an oath to protect and save all lives, so you can't exactly kick the large man passed out by your front door, now can you?

exclusive sneak peek! "where is your horse?" barou asks you, following you around your house. him being your shadow is odd, considering how he towers over you so much, he's actually casting a shadow onto you. seriously, he's blocking the sunlight peeking through your blinds. "my horse? you think i'm a horse girl?" you whirl around to meet him, nearly bumping into his muscular chest as you do so. he makes a face, not sure what to make of your exclamation. "how will you travel into town?" "like everyone else. with a car." you hold up your key fob, and he immediately snatches it from your hands, staring at the fob curiously. "you travel using this?" he points to it, and you nod. "witch." he says. "what did you just call me?" you stare at him, stunned. "witch." he repeats, still holding onto your key fob. "to travel in a contraption so small... magic is the only reasonable explanation. you must be a witch. why didn't you tell me this sooner? we can use this—this car, and you can take me back to my kingdom at once!" he straightens his back, holding your key fob out of your reach. "witch, i demand you transport me back home." "i should've kicked you when i had the chance." you mutter, wondering how hard this stranger banged his head to forget what a car is.

⋆⁺₊❅. the perfect playbook starring yoichi isagi synopsis bastard munchen is forcing all of its players to dedicate their time during the holiday season to an approved community outreach initiative. isagi sees nothing better than to return to his hometown, and help volunteer to coach the local little league team that's 1) underfunded and 2) currently coached by the only person kind enough to volunteer: you, the fresh-out-of-college brand new, bubbly elementary school teacher. yoichi might not be the biggest believer in team work makes the dream work, but you don't make a bad teammate... not in the slightest.

exclusive sneak peek! "isagi," you frown as you stare at the whiteboard, trying to make sense of all the x's and o's and arrows he's scrawled on them. "you want to train this group of seven to nine year olds... to become strikers?" he nods, pleased that you're finally starting to see his vision. "yes, exactly!" "the recreational elementary-aged youth team... is going to undergo a simulation of what you went through as a high school boy?" "well, it'll be tweaked accordingly. with your guidance, of course! it'll be a more tame version, but i'm sure the results will be the same." when he smiles at you like that, you can't help but want to give in. "and besides, i'm proof that project blue lock is a very beneficial program. look how i turned out!" you think back to when you curiously searched him up on the internet. "top 10 isagi crash-outs on the field" was not the result you were expecting. but he's been nothing but kind and enthusiastic around you and the kids. it's not like he's some egotistical maniac who only cares about soccer, right? "okay." you nod slowly. "project baby blue lock it is, then."

⋆⁺₊❅. cease and assist starring jinpachi ego synopsis former collegiate athlete with a professional career ahead of you, your dreams of becoming the world's best women's soccer player gets crushed the minute you suffer the worst injury possible. now, you spend your time trapped in an office, working for the japan football association, waiting for the decades to pass you by so you can finally retire and die. until the head of the association pulls you to his office and lets you know that you're going to be going undercover; apparently, jinpachi ego is creating a soccer program that's supposedly going to change japanese soccer, and he wants you to report back to him and the jfa so they can anticipate everything ego plans on throwing at them. hired to project blue lock as ego's personal assistant, you spend practically the whole day with him. he's annoying, never listens to your advice, mansplains everything, and refuses to eat anything resembling a vegetable unless you force it down his throat. he's also the only person to match your passion for the sport, and the only one to call you out for not continuing to chase your dreams. the more time you spend by his side, the less and less you want to report to the jfa...

exclusive sneak peek! "sir," you grit your teeth, clutching onto the files in your hand because you know if your hands are unoccupied, you'd be sprinting across the room so you could personally choke jinpachi ego out. "i have an mba from the top business school in this country. i've played soccer since i was a child, and was one of the most decorated d1 players back in college. i know i'm just your assistant, but i can promise you, i am capable of far more than heating up your cup ramen." he doesn't even turn around his chair so he can face you; instead, he's still laser focused on the massive monitor in front of him, his eyes occasionally flickering to the other dozen screens surrounding the room. he doesn't even acknowledge your words. "are you seriously going to ignore me?" you snap, strangling the poor papers in your grasp. "are you done speaking? last time i tried to answer back, you yelled at me for not letting you finish." he still isn't looking at you, but you're certain he sees the nasty scowl that crosses your face. somehow, ego is capable of seeing everything. "forget it. you're impossible." "and you're a failure of a player." he tells you, right before you can storm out. "excuse me?" "you keep talking about how good you were at soccer, yet you never even bothered to pursue it after you got out of physical therapy. good in college doesn't mean anything when it's been so long. that's why i don't listen to you." he turns his chair, finally staring at you. "when you prove to me that you're still as good as you claim you used to be, maybe i'll take your advice. until then, get out of my office until i call you back."

⋆⁺₊❅. the only exception starring noel noa synopsis at thirty-three years old with not a single serious romantic relationship for the past decade or so, and with society basically treating any single woman in her thirties like a cow put out to pasture, you have come to terms with the fact that you'll be a spinster. it's fine. you have a successful career in a male-dominated field, you're still as beautiful as ever, and it's not like romantic love is going to fill the void. you have a supportive family and even more supportive friends; you don't need anything else. at thirty-five years old, with a successful soccer career and a body still performing at peak physical fitness, noel noa is considered to be one of the most eligible bachelors in the world. the public considers him to be at his prime, even. and yet, he seems to want nothing to do with romance. he plays his sport, he does a damn good job of it, and then he goes back to his isolated home in the french countryside to spend his days and nights entirely and utterly alone. for two people content to spend the rest of their lives without a partner, the minute you walk into his life as the new assistant coach for bastard munchen, you both slowly start to realize that maybe, you both could just try being alone together.

exclusive sneak peek! he doesn’t pay you any attention whenever you enter the locker room; after all, this isn’t the first time one of his teammates’ girlfriends walked in here unannounced. he can only hope that your heated rant and accusations of cheating don’t take a long time because practice starts in ten minutes, and noel noa is known to be particularly anal when it comes to sticking to a strict schedule. “hey!” igor says, being the only one bold enough to block you from taking another step further in the locker room. “you can’t be in here, even if you are dating or related to one of the players.” “well, that’s certainly a respectable rule, but it doesn’t apply to me.” “i'm the vice captain of this team.” he replies, letting his title to do the rest of the talking. right now, in this room, he’s the authority, second only to noel. noel, who's too busy stretching his legs to really concern himself with something as silly as a female intruder in the men's locker room. the altercation between you two is nothing more than white noise to him. “oh? that’s nice.” you hum, before adjusting the lanyard around your neck so that the little ID card, the one that’s used to allow people entrance into the gym during practice, is showing. it must be brand new because it shines underneath the fluorescents of the locker room. “i’m your new assistant coach.” well, you’ve certainly got noel's attention now.

⋆⁺₊❅. all in starring rin itoshi synopsis even with worldwide fame, rin itoshi still prefers to be left alone. deemed the "prodigal recluse" by the media, no one knows what he gets up to during the offseason. the truth is, rin returns back to his hometown and spends his free time training by himself in the frozen field he used to train in during middle school. he's never been found out here, and that's how he likes it. until you, an ambitious sports journalist visiting your parents during the holidays, gets lost and stumbles upon him playing soccer by himself. you're convinced that this is fate. no one else in your field has ever gotten this close to him, especially outside an official game, and you're begging him for an exclusive interview. you're persistent and annoying, and rin finally agrees, with one catch: you have to score against him on a one-on-one soccer match. (he just doesn't anticipate how persistent and annoying you can be. when you set your mind on a goal, you're going all in.)

exclusive sneak peek! "you have to admit, it's pretty impressive i even kept up this long." you're panting, the palms of your hands digging into your knees as you hunch over, struggling to catch your breath. the icy air makes every exhale visible. rin looks like he hasn't even broken a sweat. "a child could've kept up for even longer." he says, the soccer ball resting underneath his right foot. "if you're this tired already, you might as well just head home and go enjoy your vacation with your family." the and leave me alone goes without saying. "why? intimidated by my shocking athletic abilities already?" you think you've finally got your breathing situation figured out, and you straighten up. "i'm going to get that interview, itoshi." "if you say so." he shoves his hands in his pockets, his own breath visible in the icy air. "i'm ready for our rematch." you tighten your ponytail, giving rin such a fixed, determined stare that it surprises him. you really are serious about this, aren't you? "and don't think about going easy on me." the corners of his mouth nearly turn upwards. he matches your gaze, preparing to shoot the ball. "i never will."

⋆⁺₊❅. meet your match starring oliver aiku synopsis tired of cleaning up his messes and struggling to reform his playboy image, oliver aiku's publicist has to break out the business card locked away in her "in case of emergency" glass case. she's calling in the calvary — you, the celebrity world's most respected matchmaker. every celebrity couple you've set up has either dated for years (and more to come) or even got their happily ever afters by saying i do at the altar. you've got a one hundred percent success rate. you're making the perfect matches left and right. hinge who? when your publicist bestie calls you, begging to help her most troublesome client finally find love and quit playing around, you already know who she's referring to. oliver aiku. he's hellbent on ruining your perfect run, and you're hellbent on finding him the love of his life so he can finally settle down and stop causing your best friend to spend her whole paycheck on migraine medicine. in his hyper-competitive field, he's never quite met someone as obnoxiously stubborn as you — nor has he ever had as much fun playing games with anyone else. it looks like the two of you have finally met your respective match.

exclusive sneak peek! "what the hell is the matter with you?" you glare at him from across the table, but oliver doesn't seem the least bit ashamed. you're not shocked; you don't think he has the capacity for shame. "what are you talking about?" he tries to sound innocent, but it doesn't work. look at him — there's nothing innocent about the man sitting across from you. "i'm talking about you bringing another woman to the date i set up for you!" you hiss, trying to remain calm and not draw attention to the two of you. he takes a long sip of his coffee, dragging out the silence as you wait for his explanation as to why he wants to make things as difficult as possible. "i was just testing her." oliver is smiling. you want to punch him in his stupid face and see if he'll still be grinning at you. probably. he's annoying like that. "during a situation like that, you can tell if the girl's gonna be a struggle to deal with depending on her reaction." "you know what my reaction would be if you did that to me?" you lean forward, and he meets you halfway, also leaning in closer. he's still smiling. you hate his stupid smile. "oh? what would your reaction be?" "nothing. you'd never even get the chance to pull that shit on me. as if i'd ever be dumb enough to go on a date with the likes of you." you lean back in your seat, opening up your phone and furiously marking off girls from your list. the list gets smaller after every one of his failed dates. oliver sits back, too, watching the way your brows furrow as you stare at your screen, not even giving him the time of day. he never stops smiling; finds it hard not to smile when he's in your presence.

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⋆⁺₊❅. the roadtrippers starring kento nanami synopsis you're traveling solo for the first time ever after your fiancé breaks things off with you to date his 19 year old neighbor. kento nanami's a single father/investment banker trying to make it back home in time for his daughter's birthday. you're both trying to travel across the country, but when a massive snowstorm delays the same flight you two were going to take home, you decide to team up and just travel together to try to make it your respective destinations on time. from weirdos on the train, flat tires on scarily cheap rental cars, and posing as a married couple at a strict, christian-owned bed&breakfast, you go from strangers traveling cross-country together to being connected together in ways neither of you have ever connected with your previous partners before.

exclusive sneak peek! "whoa, you're doing this like it's nothing." you stare in awe as nanami rolls up the sleeves to his button-down, exposing his strong forearms as he turns the wrench, loosening the lug nuts of the flat tire of the rental car. "that's because it is nothing." he tells you, glancing up at you. you're wrapped up in his blazer, but the chill of the outside air still bites at you. "you should go back inside the car and wait for me. i'll be done in a second." "it wouldn't be fair." you explain to him. "you've been doing all the work this entire trip. braving the elements with you for a few minutes is the least i can do." "you don't have to do anything." he looks up at you, his stare bringing heat back into your body. "you don't owe me. i really don't mind helping you. if you really want to do me a favor, then go back inside the car and stay warm."

⋆⁺₊❅. snowed in starring naoya zenin synopsis you've never had great luck, but with your good attitude, you don't let life get you down. good karma finally comes your way when you win an all-expenses paid trip at a luxury ski lodge. this is where your good luck ends. apparently, the ski lodge accidentally double-booked the cabin: you're supposed to be staying there... and so is the rudest, most arrogant and condescending lawyer you've ever met. naoya zenin booked this place to get away from the city and work in peace, away from the incessant nagging of his family and employees. instead, he's met with even more inconveniences, the biggest one being you, some teacher from a small town he's never heard of and couldn't care less about. before either of you can head back to the main lodge to complain, a snowstorm comes rolling in, effectively leaving the two of you snowed in together for the time being. no cell service, no internet, and no one but each other. fantastic.

exclusive sneak peek! "where are you going?" he asks, eyeing your towel and pajamas in your hand. "to go shower?" you point to the bathroom door. after claiming he wants nothing to do with you, and then setting a ground rule that you can't speak to him unless he allows it, you figured he'd just leave you to your own devices. "unless i need permission from you to do that, too." "i checked the water tank. there's barely anything, and even less hot water." "and this is my problem because...?" "i need to shower, too. i know women have a tendency to take hour-long hot showers, but that isn't going to work here." somehow, you find it hard to believe any woman would want to be close enough to naoya to where he can track their shower-time. "fine. i'll take a lukewarm shower for fifty-five minutes then." you reach for the bathroom door handle. "will that satisfy you?" he's up in a flash, his body so close to your own. you've got nowhere to go but to back up against the closed door, trying to get some space between the two of you. "you don't want to know what'll satisfy me."

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⋆⁺₊❅. falling onto you starring porco galliard synopsis when you’re forced to return to your hometown to take care of your grandmother after her hip surgery, you’re roped into volunteering for the town’s fire department charity event. paired with the constant scowling firefighter who rescued you from a tree back when you two were kids and classmates, you’re tasked with organizing the firefighter calendar auction. between awkward photo shoots, bickering over decorations, and trying to outbid a local rival for the best auction spot, you start to see that maybe porco galliard isn't all scowls and shambles arrogance — after all, he's there to catch you every time you fall.

exclusive sneak peek! "no." "it's for charity, galliard." you toss him the santa hat, not the least bit shocked that he manages to catch it without batting an eye. "you're like, morally obligated to do this. unless you want to ruin christmas. that's fine by me, too." "i won't be ruining christmas. you're just a pervert." you gasp. "i'm not the one who came up with these positions!" "you're still going to buy the calendar." he points out. "yeah, for charity! not to actually look at it!" "you sure about that? because you seem pretty damn persistent that i should take off my shirt and let you take pictures of me in nothing but suspenders, my work pants, and this ridiculous hat." "that's the most stereotypical firefighter photoshoot for a sexy christmas calendar!" he pauses. "you callin' me sexy?"

⋆⁺₊❅. the one starring colt grice synopsis colt grice has the worst luck known to man. when it comes to pay-it-forward chains, he always gets stuck in front of a minivan for a family of nine. naturally, the only people who crash into his car are the ones with no insurance. he felt bad for a coworker during a work potluck, stomached some of their disgusting food, only to end up getting food poisoning from it. the only thing colt ever seems to have good luck with is relationships... specifically, his good luck seems to transfer over to the girl he's currently dating. see, the thing is, every time colt gets dumped, his exes always end up finding the love of their lives. all his exes are happily married or in long-term relationships, with all of them finding their soulmates right after breaking up with him. he thinks no one else in the world has luck as terrible as his, but then he meets you. after a conversation exchange during a long line, you reveal that it seems like every ex you have has found their soulmate directly after breaking up with you! which is when you two hatch a plan: in order to help each other find "the one", you both agree to date each other for a period of time and then dump each other, all in the hopes of finally meeting your soulmate.

exclusive sneak peek! "your soulmate is super lucky, by the way." "what makes you say that?" colt turns to his side so he can look at you. you're still laying on your back, gazing up at the stars above. "just... i can't imagine why anyone would want to break up with you. you're honestly the best boyfriend i've ever had." colt's heart jumps at your words. he's glad it's so dark outside; otherwise, you might see the blush creeping on his cheeks. you continue on. "i'm going to be really sad when we have to breakup." he knows it's not in the agreement, but he can't help it. he thinks, then let's not. instead, he swallows hard and makes a half-hearted joke. "don't worry. you'll meet your soulmate soon, all thanks to me." you laugh, but you don't tell him how you're really hoping that he's the one for you.

⋆⁺₊❅. girls just wanna have fun! starring levi ackerman synopsis you're the prime minister's daughter wanting to get the proper college experience during your very last year of university. he's your marginally older, no-nonsense, militant bodyguard. you're determined to check things off your college girl bucket list (skip lecture, eat questionable dining hall food, go to a frat party), and he's determined to keep you safe.

exclusive sneak peek! you’ve been meticulously planning this all week. the perfect outfit is tucked under your oversized hoodie, and you’ve even plotted out the quietest route to avoid any of the creaky floorboards in your family’s massive home. all that’s left is to slip past levi, who seems to have an annoying sixth sense for every bad decision you attempt to make. sliding your shoes on, you tiptoe toward the front door, holding your breath as you slowly twist the handle. almost there. just a few more seconds, and— “you have exactly five seconds to explain what the hell you’re doing.” the deep, authoritative voice freezes you in place. slowly, you turn to find levi standing in the shadows, his arms crossed, one eyebrow raised in disapproval. the flat line of his mouth isn't forming a frown or a scowl, but the disappointment is evident. “levi,” you start innocently, trying to cover your tracks. “i was just—” “if you're just going to lie, don't bother saying anything.” he interrupts, stepping into the light. his eyes flick to your shoes and back to your guilty expression. “where are you really going?” you sigh, crossing your arms defensively. “it’s just a party, okay? everyone’s going, and i’m not some teenager who needs her parent's permission to go out at night.” “you might not need your father's permission,” he says, his voice low and deliberate, “but you do need my protection. and if you think i'm letting you sneak off to some frat house full of drunk idiots without so much as telling me, then you’re dumber than i thought.” you glare at him, your frustration bubbling over. “you’re not my dad! i can take care of myself.” he leans against the doorframe, unflinching. “if you could take care of yourself, you wouldn’t have tried sneaking out like a common criminal." “ugh,” you groan, childishly stomping your foot. “why do you always have to ruin everything?” “why do you always have to make my job harder?” he counters, his tone sharp but his eyes softening just slightly. for a moment, the two of you just stare at each other. then levi exhales, rubbing his temples as if you’ve given him the worst headache of his life. “here’s the deal,” he finally says. “you stay home tonight, and i’ll consider letting you go to the next party — with me shadowing you the whole time.” your jaw drops. “you can’t be serious.” “correct. i never plan on letting you go to one of those idiotic parties.” he says. “now go change out of that ridiculous outfit you're wearing under your sweatshirt, and get some sleep. you've got class at eight.”

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sukunasbow · 12 hours ago

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annie leonhart, caitlyn kiramman, jinx, kelly van ryan, rio vidal, shoko ieri, vi, yuki tsukmo, + anyone you want.

“suck.” she instructs you, holding out her two fingers in front of your lips. you slowly part your lips, glancing down at her with a hazy look in your eyes as she gets on her knees. she inserts her fingers in your mouth as your lips wrap around the digits, slowly sucking on them. “good job, baby.” she praises you with a cocky tone, a small smirk on her face. “now, stop.” you follow her directions with a loud ‘pop’ sound filling up the silence of your bedroom as she slides her fingers out of your mouth, a thin string of spit still connecting on her fingers from your tongue. she brings her fingers down towards your pussy as you spread your legs at the edge of the bed, waiting for her to touch you. “already so wet, hm?” she whispers.

“mm, need you now, please.” you huff out. biting down on your lip, you intensely watch as she slides her fingers down the folds of your pussy, mixing your spit with your slick. “please.” you gasp and tilt your head back as her fingers circle the entrance of your tight hole, prolonging her teasing behaviour. you grow increasingly desperate as she uses your mixture of juices to slowly slide her two fingers into you with ease. “fuck, yes.” you moan out, your eyes fluttering shut with pleasure. to your disappointment, however, she glances back up at you and quickly pulls her fingers out of your cunt.

“eyes on me, okay?” she uses her other hand to squeeze the side of your thigh. “or else i’ll stop. you don’t want that, do you?” she scolds you. you shake your head in response. “use your words.”

“keep going.” you plead with her. she lets out a small mocking laugh before, once again, gliding her fingers inside of your wet and needy pussy. your mouth falls open as she starts slowly pumping the two digits in and out of you, creating a steady pace. “yes, yes, so fucking..” your cut off with a moan as she increases the pace, “so good.” the walls of your pussy clench around her fingers as they hit your sweet spot with every pump. you let out a string of curses, overwhelmed with the feeling of her fingers stuffing you full, “please, more!”

“so greedy, hm?” she coos. “since you’ve been so good, though..” you bite down on your lip when her tongue darts out to lick at your puffy clit while she continues fingering you, bringing you even closer to climaxing. you let out a whine, your hands instinctively gripping her hair for support as she flicks her tongue on your clit.

“faster, faster.” she listens to your demands and you feel yourself falling apart when her fingers hit the spongy walls of your pussy. “mmm’ cumming…”

“yeah? you gonna cum?” her voice is muffled as she goes back to licking at your pussy. “cum for me, baby.”

“fuck!” you feel a more intense sensation and before you can even recognize what’s happening, you’re squirting all over her fingers and tongue, your warm juices gushing out of you. your hips buck in pleasure and she pulls away in slight shock, looking up at you and watching as you try to come back down from your high.

“fuck, that was hot.” she breathes out, “think you can do that again?”

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gumii-bearr · 2 days ago

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❝ it's for luck, baby ❞

summary: call it superstition, you just give him the luck he needs to win

featuring... eren jaeger, jean kirstein, connie springer & armin arlert.

content warning: MDNI (18+); afab!reader, doggystyle, rough sex, blowjob, choking (if you squint), crying a bit, unprotected sex (don't do that!!), naughty pics, fingering, facefucking, cunnilingus, swearing, pet names (baby, pretty, baby girl, angel), Connie having tattoos deserves a warning of its own.

author's note: enjoy!!

Eren Jaeger

"F-Fuck, Eren–" his hand clasps over your mouth, heavy palm squeezing your cheeks together as you whine and moan pathetically into his hand.

His team was waiting for him; there was no way they'd go out onto the field without their golden boy front and centre. But instead of being out there with them– he's in the locker room with you.

Eren's massive hand holds your throat, forcing you to choke on your own jagged breaths as his hips slam against your ass. Eren attempts to suppress the guttural groans vibrating from his chest at the feeling of your tight cunt wrapped around his cock.

Call it superstition, but he swore to god your pussy was the reason he won every fucking game this season. It's become a ritual for him to fuck you in the locker room or bathroom before every game.

"Fuck, you're gonna make me cum, baby," Eren emphasises his words with a harder slam of his hips, your nails scraping against the cold metal of Eren's locker, your mouth hanging open as you moan and cry at the feeling of his cock slamming against your poor cervix.

Eren's hand snakes around your body, pressing on your lower belly and forcing you to feel even more of him as he shoves his cock inside your soaked cunt, "fuck– you're so good to me."

His lips ghost over your neck that's covered in a thin sheen of sweat as you try to keep up with his brutal slamming. Your legs ache and your back hurts as it arches against his broad body.

Eren seems to notice your shaking legs and just to add insult to injury, shoves his hand down your panties to draw tight and hard circles around your puffy clit.

"E-Eren–" You choke out his name as tears prick the corners of your eyes, Eren's shallow breath against your ear being the only thing keeping you on earth right now.

Before you know it, the burn in your belly increases tenfold, and Eren pulls back to watch as your wet little cunt milks him for all he's worth, your juices forming a thin white ring around his thick cock.

Eren's movements still, and you let out a pained moan as he pulls out of your cunt, his cum leaking from your abused hole. Your legs shake as his cum leaks down the inside of your thigh, your poor cunt spasming and squeezing around nothing.

You hear him chuckle as he stuffs himself back into his boxers and you think about punching him until he gives you that stupid grin when you peer over your shoulder.

You watch as Eren takes his phone out of his pocket, snapping a lewd picture of his cum leaking out of you.

"S'for half time, baby."

Jean Kirstein

"That's it, pretty girl," Jean's voice is low, his large hands holding your hair out of your face as he pushes your mouth down and around his thick cock. "Doing s'good, for me."

Your eyes screw shut as his tip hits the back of your throat, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as you squeeze your thumb in your palm to avoid gagging on the sheer size of your boyfriend's cock.

You could hear the crowd screaming and cheering for your boyfriend's team from where you were– on your knees in the dark with your boyfriend's cock plunging in and out of your pretty mouth.

Your lipstick was smeared around your lips and around his pink tip, saliva pooling down your chin as Jean fucked your mouth as if it was your pretty pussy.

You moan around the base of his cock as he pulls on your hair, your eyes screwing shut as you feel your cunt leak more juices into your already soaked panties (seeing him in his jersey just makes you really fucking horny).

It was tradition for you to suck Jean's cock before every game– it always helped him blow off steam, and after scoring the winning point for his team more than seven times in a row– he was starting to think that fucking your throat was his good luck charm.

Your hand wraps around and squeezes the base of his cock as you pull off him, kissing, licking and sucking on the angry red tip of his cock. Fuck, you were really good at that.

"Fuck, baby–" Jean pulls his cock from your mouth, and your pretty pink tongue rolls out of your mouth as he jerks himself off, hot ropes of his cum spurting over your cute tongue and all down your chin and across your cheek. He was always so messy when he would cum.

Jean breathes hard, back leaning against the brick wall as he calms down, slightly overstimulated as you pepper kisses over his cock.

His eyes tiredly open and he watches as you swipe his cum off the side of your cheek, your tongue lolling out to lick his seed of your pretty manicured fingers.

"Shit, baby– you're gonna make me hard again."

Connie Springer

Your cheeks heat in pure embarrassment when Connie slings your knee over his tatted forearm, pulling your pretty plush thighs apart to slip a second finger into your drooling cunt.

"S'wet for me, baby girl," he mutters against the shell of your ear with the slight amusement of what you can only assume is a shit-eating fucking grin.

"You're s–" you cut yourself off when Connie's long fingers curl against the spongey spit inside you– "Such a dick, Con."

"You like it," he retorts, his head lowering to kiss and suck on the side of your neck. God, he talks too much.

You nearly cum instantly when Connie's fingers begin scissoring and stretching you open, your skirt bunched around your hips and your pretty lacy panties pushed to the side.

You whine at the burning stretch of Connie pushing a third finger inside you, your juices drool down your ass and onto Connie's tatted thigh as he pumps his fingers faster and faster.

You want to squeeze your thighs together, searching for that perfect amount of friction. But of course, Connie doesn't let you as he forces your knee up higher, peering over your shoulder to watch his fingers pump in and out of you.

"Fuck yeah, baby girl," you hear him smirk as you whine and moan for him to play with your clit. He knows where you want him but, he likes to prolong your orgasm like it's a fucking game.

When you hear one of Connie's teammates slamming on the door, your thighs almost slam together on instinct, "Dude! What's taking so long?"

"M'fucking busy!" Connie yells back as your head falls back against his broad shoulder, moans spilling from your open mouth as he rubs his calloused thumb over your swollen clit. His other hand pushes up your shirt to grope your tits.

You feel the coil in your belly starting to tighten, your hips instinctually grinding against Connie's hand as you near your high.

"That's it, baby," he coos against your hair, eyes fixated on watching your juices coat his fingers.

You cum with a pathetic whine, Connie's fingers pumping faster and faster to push you through your high. Your hand claws at his wrist as you come down, the overstimulation setting in.

He pulls his fingers out of your soaked cunt, bringing them up to his lips as his other hand rubs circles on your hip.

"Mm–" he licks his fingers clean as you watch with a flushed face, "tastes like a win to me, baby."

Armin Arlert

"You taste so good, angel," Armin groans against your drooling cunt, his hand lifting your thigh over his shoulder; squeezing and kneading your plush thigh.

You've learned to wear a skirt to all of Armin's games; it makes it easier for him to pull you into the nearest broom closet or bathroom, pull your panties down your legs, sink to his knees, and eat you out like a starved man.

Armin revels in the sweetness of your pretty pussy, his tongue flicking over your clit before licking between your drenched folds. Your fingers thread through his hair, head tipping back against the wall as his thumb rubs over your clit.

You feel your juices and Armin's saliva leak down your thighs, making a complete mess of you.

Your legs are shaking but Armin's strong arms hold you up against the wall, bunching your baby blue skirt over your waist and licking and sucking on your clit.

You feel fucking dizzy when Armin spreads your thighs further apart, pressing two of his long fingers against your hole as he kisses and sucks the soft skin of your thighs.

"F-Fuck, Armin– Please!" You beg, your fingers fisting against his soft hair.

Armin likes it when you beg. He chuckles lowly against your damp skin before licking a painfully slow circle around your puffy clit, the little bundle of nerves begging to be touched.

Armin finally plunges his fingers inside your soaked hole as well as taking your clit into his mouth, teeth grazing the sensitive nub as you almost scream at the sudden pleasure.

"A-Armin– Oh my god," you crumble under the feeling, the lewd noises of his groans, your moans and the wet sound of your cunt most definitely being heard by anyone within a ten-meter radius.

Armin is so focused on making you cum he barely registers the painful strain of his cock in his boxers. Fuck, he wishes he had time to fuck you.

"M'gonna cum, baby," you moan, grinding your hips against Armin's face and probably suffocating him against your cunt.

"Cum f'me, angel," Armin mutters, the vibration of his low voice against your clit sending you over the edge. You let out a silent scream, your hips stuttering against Armin's face as you ride your high.

Your legs are shaking and you're coated in a sheen of sweat when Armin rises from between your thighs, chin and lips coated in your sweet juices.

He quickly leans down to kiss you, forcing you to taste yourself on his lips and tongue.

He parts from you with a cheeky grin, swiping his thumb along his chin to lick the rest of your juices off. You reach for your soft lacy panties in his hand and he quickly snatches them away from you, holding them above your head.

"I'll hold onto them for you, angel. They're my good luck charm."

author's note: hello?? first post just dropped. also, i like to think Eren plays football (like American football), Jean plays like, lacrosse or some shit, Connie plays soccer (that's hot) and Armin plays like ice hockey or something. got my brain goin BRRRR.

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nieceeee · 1 day ago

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MY LITTLE SECRET

Ony x reader

P/S: You and Ony had never really solidified your relationship with one another. It was all "my man my man my man" when yall were alone but in public, nobody knew the dirty little secret you shared. Not even Ony's little girlfriend. So when he pulls up to the party with her on his arm, will you be able to keep that secret under wraps? If he doesn't tell, you won't tell..

A/N: Angst. I heard the song and went with it. I DONT CONDONE CHEATING! I don't usually write hard angst so this is an interesting one for sure so let me know what you think. MNDI, small smut section in the beginning.

“Fuck Ony. Right there.”

You whine out in ecstasy. His lips pressed against your neck, peppering kisses all over you as his hips piston into you, tip driving into your cervix. You had been going at it for at least two hours. The way he fucked you, you would think you were mortal enemies. Your manicured nails dip crevices into his back and he strokes you deep. “Ony f-fuck baby please.” You beg. You have no clue what you’re actually begging for but you cry out anyway. “Take that shit mamas, I know you can.” He encourages as he fucks you. Your body is on the brink of collapse but you hold on for dear life as you ride out another orgasm. Pussy clenching tight against his length, you convulse as clear liquid spills out of you splashing against you both.

Ony slows his hips but stays sheathed inside of you as you lock eyes. “Fuck.” you breath out. “You good?” he asks with a slick smile plastered across his face. You roll your eyes at him too weak to push him off. After a few breaths, he rises up from the bed and steps into the bathroom. Your eyes get heavy and you fight to keep them open as he reappears with a towel. He presses it between your legs and cleans you up as you fight the sleep calling you. You’re jolted awake once again at the sound of his phone ringing.

“Shit.” you hear him mumble. “Aye I got to head out.” he whispers at you. You roll over to find him already out of the bed, walking to pick up his clothes from the floor. You take the time to look at his frame, enjoying the view.

“So am I going to see you later?” You ask him. He plants a kiss on your forehead. “Don’t know yet. But I’ll hit you up if something changes.” You lay there and watch as he gathers his things and walks towards the door to leave. “See you.” Only calls out as he steps out. You cuddle back down into your covers and allow yourself to fall back asleep.

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“Bitch hurry the fuck up!” Your best friend yells from the living room. You roll your eyes and finish applying your gloss to your lips. After Ony had left, you ended up sleeping off the rest of your sex coma. You were woken up a few hours later to your best friend beating on your door going on and on about some house party she wanted you both to attend. Your body was screaming no but for some reason, you stood here 2 hours later with a beat face and a new outfit. You take the time to admire your body in the mirror and the way the sleek black outfit accentuated all your features. After another once over, you slipped into your shoes and headed out your bedroom door.

“Okay, bitch. How do I look?” you ask her as you step into your living room. She looks you up and down before a wide smile breaks across her face. “OKAY! Body tea! Hair long!” she hypes you up. You laugh to yourself and shake your head at her antics. “Girl, you so fucking over the top. Come on before I change my mind. You know I’m tired.” you say. “Ain’t nobody tell you to let that nigga ram you into the mattress. That's your own doing.” You laugh again as you follow her to her car.

Yall pull up to a house on the outskirts of town. Car littered the yard and bodies were scattered in between. “Damn, who house is this?” you say as yall walk up. “Girl, Eren. His parents are away for the month so he been had this shit jumping for the past week. It's been party on party.” We walked to the front door and the music had the doors rattling.

The bass of the music thumped so hard you could feel the vibrations in your chest, the frame of the walls seeming to shake with each thump. Laughter, chatter, the clinking of bottles--it was all a blur, a swirl of unrecognizable faces circled you as your friend lead you deeper into the house. Energy surrounded you both immediately as you danced your way through the crowd. You tried to put your best face on for your friend but deep down, your feelings were all over. Ony hadn’t messaged you back since he left your house earlier that day and it was unlike him.

You tried not to think about it. You weren’t necessarily exclusive but there was…something. It was strange, not being able to be in his presence all the time. You chalked it up to good dick that had your head confused and focused on being present in the moment. You weren’t exactly expecting to see him but he at least could’ve messaged you back. “Bitch this party is crazy!” your best friend’s voice interrupts your thought pattern. “Yeah, this is some wild shit. White boy knows how to throw a house party.” you respond to her. “Come on let’s go get a drink. Then you can help me come up with an excuse to run into him.” she grabs your arm and pulls you. “Mikaaa. Just talk to him. You been feigning over this boy for too damn long.” you fuss at her. She shrugs as she grabs two solo cups and fill you both to the brim.

You are lost in the moment, enjoying yourself when it happens. You world comes crashing down on you as you turn to the door and see none other than Ony. His signature black tee and jordans fit paired with the same Ony chain that was dangling over your head earlier that day.

Your heart skipped a beat. But there was something else in your chest too. Something dark, something tangled, like you were holding your breath while the air between you two thickened. He had always had this effect on you—the way his broad frame filled the room, the way his deep brown eyes searched the crowd like he was looking for something—or someone. His presence had always been magnetic, but tonight, it felt like the gravity between you two had shifted.

Because as you stood there, getting lost in his presence, you finally registered it. He wasn't alone. She was there, hanging onto his arm. A subtle yet possessive touch as she grinned up at him. You felt a knot in your stomach as the liquor threatened to resurface. Her. His girlfriend. Or at least who everyone saw as his girlfriend. The girl who didn't know

About you. The late night phone calls. The stolen moments when no one was looking. The texts that only said “you good?” but meant so much more. The one was unaware of the nights when you and Ony were tangled in sheets, whispering each other’s names as if it meant something more. Like you said, yall weren’t exclusive. Honestly, the whole thing had been a secret from the jump. But you knew the truth: you shared something between you that was deeper than just physical. Those nights with him… the tenderness mixed with heat, the way he would hold you after, his breath warm against your skin, his hands tracing every inch of your body as if he were trying to memorize you.

Yet here he was. Casually conversing with his homeboys with an arm tossed over her shoulder. Laughing and smiling like nothing had ever happened between the two of you. And that thought alone let a very nasty taste in your mouth and lit fire underneath your skin. “You good boo?” a voice pulled you from your thoughts. You turned to see Mikasa standing next to you, a raised eyebrow and a concerned look on her face. “Yeah, I’m straight,” you lied, though your heart was hammering in your chest. “Right,” she said with a smirk. “I can tell you’re real straight with all the space you’re putting between you and Ony. What's up with that?" You shrugged, taking another sip of your drink. "Ain't nothing to it." Mikasa raised an eyebrow. "Uh-huh. Well, if you say so. But I know you bestie. I'll find out sooner or later.”

Your eyes flickered back to Ony and her as they made their way deeper into the house. Attempting to calm your nerves, you down the rest of your cup but just before you turned to go get a refill, his eyes found you. His posture stiffened the moment your gazes locked, and he froze for a split second. The smile dropped from his face as his eyes darted to her and then back to you. You didn’t look away. You couldn’t. But there was no way to stop the sting in your chest, the way seeing him so easily with her hurt, like it was a fresh wound that hadn’t healed. You both stayed locked in for what seemed like an eternity but in reality was barely a minute. “Yo,” he called, his voice a little louder than it should’ve been as he excused himself from her side. He pushed through the crowd, making his way over to you, but the nervous energy in his steps was unmistakable. You break contact first, turning to Mikasa. She was chattering with Eren, finally using the liquid courage. “Hey boo, going to get a drink and step out. Got my lo on.” you whisper to her. She gives you a squeeze of concern but you offer a smile. “All good baby.” you say before walking away.

Ony tried to get to you but by the time he wormed his way over you were gone. “Fuck,” he mumbled under his breath. “Aye Mika, you seen y/n?” he asks her. “Uh, she walked off to get a drink. I’m sure she will be back soon.” she smiles at him, completely unaware of the weight of the situation. He looks around for you, a hint of desperation in his gaze. But before he could walk off and search for you, she grabs him by the arm. “Ony baby. You okay? You left me over there?” she whines. Ony looks down at her, “Uh…yeah. I was just looking for a friend. But they’re gone.” he mumbled. His arm lazily loops around her as they walk into the den.

Later in the night, things were starting to get rowdy. The music had gotten louder, the dancing more erratic. You were standing by the wall, when someone approached you. “Hey beautiful, Care to dance with me?” a deep voice rang in your ears. You look up to see a tall man with blonde hair and honeyed golden eyes. “Names Reiner.” he smiles. You smile back, “Y/n and yes. I would love to dance with you.” you say. He leads you to an open space in the middle of the floor. Your fave twerk song comes on and you allow yourself to get lost in the music. Reiner was catching all you were throwing, thick hands wrapped around your waist. You could feel him pressing against your ass as you moved.

Unbeknownst to you, Ony also saw the way you were moving. Anger bubbled underneath his skin as he watched you. He was a fucking hypocrite. How the hell could he be mad at you for dancing with someone when his literal girlfriend was sitting on his lap, talking to his friends, “Ony?” she spoke, hand waving in front of his face. His eyes cut to her. “Did you hear me? I said I was going to the bathroom, I’ll be right back.” she had spoken to him. “Aight.” he snipped. She took her that as her queue and walked off, accompanied by another girl. “So, how long you been fucking y/n?” Eren’s question cuts through the music. Ony’s head snaps to him. “What?” he lets out. “I mean with the way you shooting daggers at Reiner, it's obvious to see.” Connie laughed through a cloud of smoke. Ony bit the inside of his jaw. “It's not like that.” he mumbled slinking down onto the couch. “You only fooling yourself but aight.”

You were in your own world. Body moving against Reiner as his hands caress your curves. You allowed yourself to get lost in the moment. “So, what do you think about getting out of here?” he leaned down into your ear. You smile but before you could answer, you were snatched up and pulled away from him. Ony dragged you around the corner and pressed you against the wall. “Ony, wha-...Have you lost your damn mind?!” you hiss. “Me?? You the one about to go home with a random ass nigga who was basically fucking you on the dance floor. You out YO mind?!” he snaps back, voice low. You let out a dry laugh. “That’s rich coming from a nigga here with his fucking girlfriend.” you spit out. His jaw clenched tightly as he stepped closer to you, invading your personal space. You hated the way your body reacted to his proximity.

He took a step closer, and your breath hitched. His presence was overwhelming, as it always was. His large frame was mere inches from yours now, the space between you too small, but you still couldn’t bring yourself to say anything. You both stood in silence for a moment. “You good?” he asked after a while, voice quiet, almost too soft for the loud music. “I'm straight Ony. What do you want?,” you said, though it was a lie. You were miserable but there was no way in hell you would let it show. “Y/N I-... I'm just checking on you. Aight?” he spoke, his eyes darkening. You caught the shift in his mood immediately. Something was off with him tonight. His usual easygoing demeanor was replaced by an intensity you hadn’t seen before. Before you could ask him what was wrong, his hand brushed against yours, and the touch sent a shockwave through your body.

“I didn't expect it to happen like this.” he says softly. “I bet you didn’t. Don't want your girlfriend knowing our little secret, huh?” You took a slow sip of your drink, keeping your face neutral, but the words felt like they were burning in your throat. “You’re with her now. In front of everyone.” The words came out too casual, too sharp, and you didn’t like how your voice cracked at the end of them. He looked back at you, clearly flustered, and his voice dropped another octave. “It’s not like that,” he muttered, like the words didn’t come naturally. “GF/N and I are just... doing our thing.”

You snorted quietly, the bitterness starting to seep in. “Your thing?” You repeated the words like they were foreign. “Funny, if this is your thing then what the fuck was last night and this morning? Just needed something to past the time? Was that another thing, Ony?” your words cut at him. The way you said his name sent a shiver through him, but it wasn’t the kind of reaction he was used to. It wasn’t desire. It was guilt. He opened his mouth to respond, but nothing came out. He swallowed, his throat bobbing like he was trying to say something but couldn’t find the right words.

"You know," you continued, voice softer now but still biting, "last night, it was just us. Just you and me. I mean where the fuck was this even going for you?” you start. “I mean I could see just the fucking but the other shit. The texts, the phone calls, the gifts. Why the fuck would you even take it this far?!" you try to keep your composure but the anger mixed with the alcohol was making it difficult.

His eyes shifted nervously toward where his girlfriend had walked off then back to you, a conflicted look clouding his expression. He opened his mouth again, but you cut him off before he could speak. "You know what. I don’t want to hear it. The excuses," you said, shaking your head, frustration leaking into your tone. "I don’t want to hear you lie to my fucking face like you been doing. And I definitely and not in the mood for the ‘it wasn't meant to be like this’ bullshit. We both know that’s a damn lie too."

He took a deep breath, his jaw clenching, the weight of everything clearly sitting heavy on his shoulders. And just as you were about to walk away, he stepped forward quickly, grabbing your wrist gently, but firmly. " y/n just hold up. Please. Let me explain," he said, his voice tight. You could see the tension in his face, the way he was fighting against whatever emotions were threatening to bubble over. You stared down at his hand on your wrist, a thousand thoughts flashing in your mind. You had every reason to pull away, every reason to walk out of that house and never look back, but you didn’t. You couldn’t help yourself.

"Fine," you said through gritted teeth, “Start talking.”

Ony pulled you gently to the side, away from the main crowd, to a quieter corner of the house. The thumping bass was muffled here, the light dimmer, and for a moment, it was like the two of you were the only ones in the room. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, the anticipation of what was coming next. You should be stronger, should tell him go fuck himself but you didn't. Instead you let him pull you away, adrenaline mixed with anger flowing through your body.

You leaned against the wall and watch him pacing, running a hand down his face like he was struggling to figure out where to start. “I don’t know how this got so messed up,” he said, voice quieter now, raw with guilt. “But I didn’t truly mean for it to be like this, not this way anyway. You’re more than just... whatever this is. I know that. I just—I didn’t know how to... how to deal with it.”

You couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped from your lips. “Deal with it? You didn’t know how to deal with it?” You stepped closer, your voice dangerously low now. "You didn’t know how to deal with the fact that we’ve been in bed together? That we’ve shared moments—intimate moments—over the past few weeks? You think you can just walk away and act like none of it happened? What the hell do you think this is?”

He looked at you, like he was seeing you for the first time. You could see the realization in his eyes that this was no longer something simple for you. It wasn’t just a few secret hookups. It wasn't just a simple mistake. It was about the betrayal. The quiet, lingering hurt that had been building inside of you every time he pulled away after you gave him everything.

"I can’t do this anymore, Ony," you whispered, voice trembling slightly. “I’m worth more than your fucking bed and I damn sure ain’t no side piece to a bitch who can’t light a candle to me. I will not be the little secret you keep stuffed in your fucking pocket until you want to get your dick wet.” He stepped forward, his hands reaching for you, but you held up a hand, stopping him. “Don’t,” you said, voice shaking now. “You made your choice. And now you have to live with it.”

For a long moment, he just stood there, looking at you like he didn’t know what to say, like he was hoping you’d just forgive him without question. But you couldn’t. Not anymore. "I’m done, Ony," you said quietly. He wanted to speak but before he could utter a word, her voice cut through. “Ony, baby where are you?” she called out. He steps back just as she turns the corner. “Oh! There you are. I’ve been looking for you. Oh, HI!” she says in a high pitched voice. She slung her body onto him kissing his face before turning to you. “I'm gf/n, Ony’s girlfriend. Who are you?” she asks with a smile. You look at him then back at her, “A former friend. It's nice to meet you.” you respond to her. Ony’s heart lurches forward at your words. Former friend, He tries to silently get your attention but you refuse to meet his gaze. “Excuse me. It was nice meeting you. Have a good day. A good life for you Ony.” you say with finality.

And before he could respond, you turned on your heel and walked away, leaving him standing there with his words still tangled in his throat, the weight of everything between you hanging in the air.

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blubwrryslut · 2 days ago

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thank you. eren y.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ nsfw! camboy! ren, black x reader, creampie, pet names, drabble, p in v, minors do not interact! also, might make this a whole series, who knows? depends on the feedback. k bye babies! ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

"making such a mess, baby." he knows you're too fucked out to form a coherent sentence. your contorted face is shoved into the comforter, hands secured behind your back with a pink ribbon as you take his thunderous thrusts. you don't have to look at him to know he has a smug grin on his face. he knows he's making you feel so fucking good, his thick cock pressing deliciously against your fluttering, soppy walls. he loves when he makes you a mess like this, pussy gushing lewdly around his dick, your brown ass riveting beautifully against his pelvis. it feels so good that it hurts, the tip of his cock hitting your tired cervix. "i-i," your voice is pathetic as you try to articulate words. he laughs at your weakness. "you-you," he mocks, sending a particularly hard thrust your way that has your eyes glossing over. when you agreed to be your roommate’s fuck buddy for his onlyfans, you never imagined this.

"so fuckin’ cute." his praise has your ears perking up. "take this dick so well, don't you? look at that." his voice is gentle as he watches your slick drip onto his bedsheets. it's a pretty sight, and he's sure his fans would love it, too. he wants to record the way your body quivers around him, how your face screws up when he hits the right spot, and the way your manicured toes curl in pleasure. the camera on his phone is open, but his eyes stay glued to you, admiring the way your brown skin glistens from sweat.

you moan and writhe underneath him, your legs feeling numb from how hard he's railing into you. he wants to hear the way you scream his name. "baby, say my name." the request comes out soft and needy. it's unlike him, but the way you're making him feel is a foreign concept. "e-eren." his name falls from your lips easily, but the second syllable is strained as you're fucked senselessly into the mattress. "that's it, baby." his fingers brush unruly curls away from your face, and you can see how his expression softens. you've never seen him like this before. he's about to tell you to look at the camera, but the way your squealing pussy clenches around him has him moaning out in pleasure. he can't keep his composure. the way your tight walls hug him snugly has him seeing stars. "you gonna cum?" he's barely able to speak. the knot in his stomach continues to grow as his thrusts grow sloppy, but you can't answer him.

"oh, fuck." he lets out a low groan as his cock pulses, shooting his seed deep inside your walls. his hands find their way to the back of your head, and he presses you into the mattress. you let out a whine when you feel his cum drip down your thighs, but the sensation has your eyes rolling back, and soon enough your walls are contracting. "that's right, baby." he encourages. your body convulses in front of him as your orgasm washes over you, and soon enough, your arms give out. "good girl," he says softly. "so good." he praises, rubbing your back soothingly as you come down from your high.

the bed creaks as he pulls himself from it, the sound of his feet padding against the tanned carpet followed by the faucet turning on a few seconds later. “better have got my good side,” you puff, watching as he enters the room with a damp rag. “tch, shut up. every side is your good side,” he retorts. the rag is warm against your hot skin as he cleans you up. “cheesy,” you hum, cocking your head to the side and spreading your legs, allowing him to wipe your leaking hole. he rolls his eyes, pressing a kiss against your inner thigh. “thank you.”

it’s a routine: eren always thanks you after the two of you film. you’ve told him it wasn’t necessary. you didn’t mind the sex nor the money, yet he always insisted on doing it, much to your annoyance. after cleaning you up, he tosses the rag into the laundry basket and climbs back onto the bed, lying down beside you. his fingers trace lazy patterns on your skin, a comfortable silence settling between you both. moments like these make you think there’s something deeper than just ‘fuck buddies’ underlying your relationship, you shift at the uncomfortable thought, pushing it out of your mind. “you know i appreciate you, right?” he murmurs, breaking the silence. you roll your eyes, a small smile tugging at your lips. “yeah, yeah. you’ve said it a million times.” he chuckles softly, pulling you closer. “just making sure you know.”

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yinemw · 3 days ago

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𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲

context: a new way to celebrate bf Levi’s bday (gender neutral reader)

warnings: none

character: Levi Ackerman from AOT

m.list

Every year Levi complained how he didn’t want to celebrate his birthday. Hange and you of course didn’t listen, celebrating his birthday and Christmas together, having either a small gathering or party for the celebration. Handing him presents, presents he didn’t want nor did he ask for them. So, this year you decided to give him what he always wanted. ‘Nothing’.

No celebration, no gifts, it would be a normal day. Like he’s always said he wanted whenever you asked “Levi what do you want for your birthday?” “Nothing”.

“You’re being unusually quiet” Levi said simply as you and him walk through the streets together. Hand in hand, scarf around your neck as snowflakes decorate your hair. It was already evening, an hour to midnight. Meaning only an hour left of Levi’s birthday.

“Would you like me to be louder?” You ask teasingly, stopping in your tracks as Levi drops your hand. Stepping in front of you and adjusting the scarf around your neck. He adored the way your cheeks had a slight red tint to them due to the cold, the way the snowflakes melted on your warmer skin, especially the way the street lamps made your eyes sparkle as you looked at him.

Levi rolled his eyes at your obvious tease, stuffing his hands in his pocket as he continued to walk. “Loud or not, you’ll be annoying either way”

“What an ungrateful man” you whisper under your breath as Levi continues to walk, slower tough, waiting for you to catch up with him. Crouching down, you pick up some snow and make a snowball between your palms. A mischievous smile on your lips as you stand up and aim straight at your boyfriend.

The clump of snow hits him straight in the back, and he stiffens. Stopping in his tracks as he turns on his heel to face you. For a second you regret it, but the second you see the corners of his lips start to lift, you know you’ve really fucked up. “Mercy, I beg, mercy please Levi I’m already so cold”

But mercy was not given. Levi already had a ball of snow in his slender hands, not hesitating to throw it straight at you. The snow hitting your chest and going into your jacket. Letting out a scream, followed by laughter, an official snowball fight had begun.

It was rare to see Levi be in his playful nature, to hear him laugh and tease. But you never failed to bring out that side of him, and to your surprise it was the happiest you’d seen Levi on his birthday for years.

“Levi! That went down my pants!”

“Sucks brat”

Grabbing a handful of snow, you jump onto Levi’s back and stuff it down his shirt. Feeling his warm skin and toned muscles as you get the snow as far down as you can. A satisfied smile on your lips when you hear the groan escape your boyfriend’s lips. “You deserved that!”

Before you know it, you’re tackled down in the snow. Levi right beside you, slightly breathless from the long snowball fight. “So, who won?” You ask between breaths, turning your head to look at him. “Personally I think me, that last move was pretty hardcore”

“Hardcore?” He raises a brow, turning his head as well. Eyes softening when he looked into yours, his hand reaching out to brush some snow out of your hair, not like it did much. “I will admit I’m cold as shit, if that was your goal, yes you win”

As out of reflex, you reach your hand out and cup his cheek. Always loving how soft his skin felt against your palm, now cold and also rosy due to the snow. Levi followed along, leaning closer as well, the tip of his nose nudging yours. He never liked pda, always opting for more private areas to shower you with affection. But right now seemed too perfect of an opportunity to miss. Your lips meet in a cold and wet kiss caused by the melted snow. Fingers starting to feel numb, but his lips so captivating you couldn’t help but kiss back.

“Mmmmfmf!! Levi!!” followed by laughter, you immediately sit up after Levi had stuffed snow up your jacket. “How dare you! Using a kiss to distract me!”

He continued to laugh, the sound making you melt even through your frustration. At least he helped you up, and despite everything, he still adjusted your scarf.

“Oh yeah, this scarf is helping a lot, thank you so much Levi I feel so much warmer” you say sarcastically as you walk uncomfortably beside him, feeling the snow melt under your shirt.

Levi only rolls his eyes, smacking you across the head softly before taking your hand in his and starting to walk towards your shared home.

It was a couple minutes till midnight, and you couldn’t help but ask “Levi, how was your birthday?”

The corners of his lips tilt upwards, but he doesn’t turn to face you. “Dare I say, best one yet”

“Even with us wet and cold?”

“Even with us wet and cold. At least I don’t have to try one of Hange’s birthday cakes again, if it can even be called a ‘cake’”

“Oh uhm, maybe don’t check the fridge when we get home…”

“Sigh”

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lev1sdoll · 2 days ago

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tw: none, just purely fluff and celebrating Levi's birthday!

Levi isn't a big fan of massive celebration, much less the crowd that's sure to come with it. It has been that way ever since you've known him and to this day. As much as you would love to host a huge party for his birthday, faunting to everyone whose special day it is, you want Levi to be comfortable.

So this year, you settle for just a small date between you two. Luckily for you (and not for Levi), he has been forced to attend a christmas party held by some noble from Wall Sina, giving you ample time to prepare. You want this to be perfect, that everytime he thinks back to it, that it'll bring a smile to his face. When decorating his office, you made sure to take your sweet time. It was simple and neat, not making a mess and quite pleasing to look at.

Now all you need is a cake with some tea to top it off. A simple pound cake shall do, not too overwhelming, sweet. You hurriedly rush to the kitchen to prepare it as the time that Levi will come home is near. When it was done, you left it in his office so no other soldier (sasha) would set sights upon it and devour it. With the tea steeping, you set the small table, adorned with two tea cups with the cake in the middle. You stepped back and admired your hard work. Now all that is needed is the birthday boy.

Just on cue, in comes Levi. It shocked you as you thought it'll be at least a few more minutes before he arrives, it seems like he managed to escape earlier than expected. “Ah, Levi! You're finally here.” He took a moment to look around, a hint of surprise crossing his features. “You did all this?” You nodded excited as you pushed him to take a seat. “Of course! Happy birthday, dear.” A small smile made its way onto his face. “Thank you…” You both then enjoy your cake and tea.

#levi #levi x reader #levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #aot #aot x reader #attack on titan #attack on titan x reader

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loveandpeaceanddoughnuts · 19 hours ago

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mistletoe // Levi x Reader fluff

Candles flicker in the barrack halls, a rare comfort attempting to dispel the darkness of the longest night. An extra ration of drinks at dinner meant that most of the scouts were already asleep, satisfied with a night of songs and hard-won celebrations.

Levi didn’t drink. He was still awake, putting the mess hall back in order. He lingered over the tables, wiping invisible stains from the wooden surfaces. When he had exhausted any pretense of cleaning, he made his way to his room, slower than usual.

It felt almost as if he was waiting for something, or someone. It was a rare feeling these days but not unwelcome. Levi pressed his palm to his chest as if to feel the weight of it, to measure the sensation of longing.

Snow fell thick and fast, blanketing the barracks and muffling the sounds of the world. Levi curled in his chair and turned to face the window. He exhaled, softening a little with every snowflake.

There were days when his life in the Underground felt very far away, like a bad memory hidden in the back of his mind. It was hard to recall a time before he could feel the wind on his face. But right now, watching the snow fall beside a fire, the sky an endless gray shroud lit by the few stars that pierced the veil- it felt like he was seeing it for the first time again.

No, Levi didn’t celebrate, exactly. But there in the peace of a brief moment, he let the embers in his battered heart swell to a warm glow. Your tentative knock at the door had him turning in surprise, the flames flickering.

“Come in,” he murmured. Your cheeks were flushed, snowflakes melting in your hair as if you’d just been blown in from outside. You stood in his doorway and caught your breath, then did as he said.

Levi used his foot to drag another chair beside his, a silent invitation. You plopped down gratefully, and Levi didn’t even point out the puddle that formed underneath your snowy boots.

“You were out in this?” He inclined his head at the thickening snowfall.

You nodded. “Has a few things to do, but I’m done now. Did you enjoy the feast?”

“Mm.” He hummed, not exactly a disagreement. “The cadets were happy.”

“I’m glad.” A comfortable silence fell over the room, and you rested your hand on the arm of his chair. “It’s beautiful out there.”

“Yeah.”

“I brought you something back, actually.”

He turned to you, sharp chin propped in his hand, and raised his eyebrows in interest. You dug into your pack excitedly. “Close your eyes.”

“Why?”

“Just close them!”

He huffed, but closed his eyes warily. You lifted the sprig of mistletoe that you’d found outside and held it over his head. “Okay, open!”

He did as you said, and couldn’t hide a soft gasp at the view. You were leaning in with a mischievous smile, so close that your breath brushed his cheeks. The firelight gilded your features and reflected in your eyes, crinkled with excitement. He thought he’d never seen anything so beautiful.

“Look up!” With effort, he shifted his gaze to the bundled branches you dangled over his head.

“What’s this?”

“Mistletoe!” He looked back at you blankly. He didn’t want to ruin your surprise, but he had no idea what you were on about.

“Okay…”

You blew out a breath. “You don’t know about mistletoe?”

He leaned back in his chair, still engrossed in the way your lips parted, the little pout at his response. “Enlighten me.”

“Well, it’s a winter tradition. I guess in the Underground you wouldn’t-” you cut off the thought, suddenly embarrassed. “Anyway, if you’re under mistletoe with someone else, you have to…well you’re meant to-”

“Yes?” The voice that interrupted your rambling was gently affectionate. It could have been a trick of the firelight, but you could almost see a tiny smile playing on his lips.

“To kiss,” you whispered.

His cheeks went pink. He looked away, then back up at you, then at the sprig of mistletoe you still held over your heads. “Is that so?”

“Mhm.” You took a deep breath, focused on his lips, so close to yours now- then Levi leaned in and kissed you. Time stopped for a heartbeat, then surged forward dizzily. He felt warmer than you imagined, and softer- more human. The soldier tasted like a man.

It was hardly a kiss, really just a brush of his lips against yours- but it was real, and he had kissed you, and you didn’t realize the mistletoe was shaking in your trembling hand until he reached up and steadied it with his own.

Levi lowered your clasped hands and took the mistletoe from you. He examined the delicate leaves, the pale white berries tucked away in the center- and you examined him, both trying to steady your breathing.

“Did you climb a tree for this?” He asked, pinning you with that gray stare. You plucked at your sleeve, suddenly aware of the scratched skin and messy hair that betrayed you.

“I might have. But I’d say it was worth it.”

Levi huffed a laugh, turning the mistletoe over in his hands. His voice was thoughtful, softer than you’d ever heard it. “It’s a good tradition.”

He lifted it over your head again, and cupped your cheek in his other hand, drawing you closer. Levi kissed you again, and again, until the mistletoe fell forgotten on the floor.

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leviismybby · 15 hours ago

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I know that people like to imagine the first kiss with Levi as being soft and gentle but I see that man being hungry.

And I mean real hungry. The moment his lips meet yours, he is not wasting anytime, his hands move from your waist to your hips, his tongue slips past your mouth. He had waited for this for far too long to be gentle with you. He needed you right here and now. Levi backs you up against the nearest surface, fingers traveling up your back, the kiss growing more intense. When you pull away, he is quick to place a couple of kisses on your neck before diving back in and kissing you passionately once more. "Fuck...." He is breathless when he finally pulls away. "Now that I had you. I won't be able to hold back any fucking longer." Kissing you again, he picks you wrapping your legs around him.

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delirious-donna · 2 hours ago

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Oh— 😳

Erwin ‘ever the risk taker’ Smith. My goodness… this was a wonderful little treat for a Saturday morning read.

treasured memories

erwin smith x fem!reader 18+ (minors do not interact) warnings: public sex, exhibitionism, oral, size kink, biting, photography wc: 2.5K a/n: Oh how I have missed writing for this big, blonde beefcake. This is my entry for Jay @welcometotheclubhoe‘s all around the world collab. Make sure you check out the whole masterlist (is nsfw is your deal. If it’s not, why are you here).

Being the best man’s wedding date sounds like it would be glamorous, but it’s not. Not that you aren’t having a good time: the venue is lovely, the food is delicious, and the bar is free. It’s just that it doesn’t feel like much of a date yet.

Again, you’re not complaining. You wouldn’t begrudge Erwin for standing up with Miche on his big day—of course not. But you haven’t spoken to him since he left early this morning, garment bag folded over his arm. You got ready alone, sat down at the ceremony alone, and even at your chatty reception table, you still feel kind of alone. So as dinner comes to an end, you poke idly at the condensation on the side of your cocktail glass, gazing up toward the head table where your date is sitting.

Keep reading

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zekescherries · 2 days ago

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﹒ 2BLEED! ﹔ ft ＃ levi ackerman ﹐ 🍒 ﹒　　 ׅ 　

CONSPECTUS﹕kuchel is determined to face the sun and meet her father, years of the darkness below the underground lefts her with a new purpose.

PAIRING﹕levi ackerman × female!reader ﹒canon verse

CHAPTER(S)﹕next

CONTENT WARNING﹕pregnancy & childbirth, past relationships, dark themes, gore, friends to lovers, original characters, angst w eventual fluff, dad!levi & more as the story progresses

AUTHORS NOTE﹕this is not originally my idea, it’s a continuation of another fanfic that was orphaned. i'm just picking up where the author left off: Noceur (10532 words)

you wipe your tears from your face, leaving your eyes glossed over with sorrow. you don't want kuchel to witness her mother like this. you've always tried to be strong for her, the underground is dangerous, full of surprises and outbreaks of random violence.

nowhere is safe in this hell you call home.

your eyes meet with hers as you both hold eye contact with one another, glassy, sharp, silver irises and the poignant memory of levi stares back at you.

you wonder if levi can see you through her eyes, who pathetic and wretched you look in this very moment.

"please, just come inside. . ." you take kuchel's hand in yours, pulling her closer until her feet cross the threshold.

"i'm. . .so sorry, mama."

"i'm the one who should be apologizing." you persist.

"i've. . .hid things from you because i was afraid of what would come of it; i wanted you to be safe but in reality all i've been doing is lying."

kuchel pauses, her body tenses and she can practically hear her heartbeat roaring in her chest as the pumping quickens. she doesn't say anything, waiting for you to finish.

your eyes gaze up at her, your baby, your first, your one and only child, the person you and levi created in one of your last moments together.

you loved her in the womb and loved her when she came out, the sweetest baby you ever saw.

you love her, you love her enough now to tell her now, don't you?

"levi ackerman." you haven't said his name in so long that your tongue almost ties. slipping the straps from kuchel's body you sit her down at the circular table, bent and twisted, it's old, worn out and dilapidated but you still use it nonetheless; unable to afford another.

". . .levi?" kuchel repeats, as if she's tasting his name on her tongue, a name unfamiliar to her.

"i used to fly around on that thing, with him at my side." you recall.

"we grew up together down here," kuchel can already tell that this story won't end in your favor.

"we ran from all kinds of criminals, we stole, we drank, we. . ." you laugh, a soft yet saddened laugh.

"you get the idea."

"it would catch up, i knew it would; crimes never go unpunished."

kuchel nods, drinking everything in.

"he joined the survey corps, with two of our friends, i haven't seen him since." you put it lightly.

"but, he gave me you."

"he gave me life, happiness and my girl."

kuchel's face goes from shock to sadness, not only for you but for herself. she had never met her father or known his name yet now all this information comes crashing down on her like a load of bricks.

yet that name burns into her brain, levi ackerman

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rivai-hana · 1 day ago

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liqueur tea 🥃☕️

Aot game conversation

Hange - If you could create a Liquor that tasted like tea huh, Levi? Then you'd jump on it

Levi - you can, just put Liquor in tea. It's not hard , Hange.

And then a black tea -style Liquer crafted by Reeves and co is featured in aot

But liquor is never sweetened, while most liqueurs add sugar and flavourings in the production process.

Hange : Yo cheers, levi

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hyunip · 1 day ago

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Ex man! Armin x plus size! Black! Reader

✞IRRESISTIBLE PLEASURE✰

A/N: It's just something about running back to Armin for sex.

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[H]e was just a cliché. Just another man with a bunch of women on his dick because he can’t stand to be in a relationship. Those charms of his work all kinds of wonders, his looks and confidence being the main thing to fuel his cocky attitude, and the women that flock to him like birds to birdseed fueling his already high ego. You couldn’t stand him. But you couldn’t fight your desires, your wants—your needs. You couldn’t fight the fact that your body wanted him in the ways that it did. The arousal that pooled between your legs once you heard that mellifluous voice mumbling from the other side of the door reminded you of how much you wanted him. But that would just mean you were also a cliché, right?

Right.

All of Armin’s exes wanted him. In the same exact way you did. And they caved to the pressure they felt when they started to throb where he always seemed to be when they needed it. The same way you did. It irked your soul and it damn sure pissed you off. Way more than he did.

The way he thrusted his fingers in and out of you slowly while twisting them drove you insane, he knew this, deciding to add to the intense pleasure, he wrapped his mouth around your clit. He loved the way your body reacted to him. That jolt and shiver of pure shock and pleasure always made him feel something that certainly wasn’t foreign to him. A feeling he always dodged with any of the women he’s been with. Your moans, pleads, and curses like a euphoric song he could hear on replay. The way you moaned his name and the way you looked at him with nothing but pure hatred while he made you feel like you were on cloud nine made him want to push your limits further. While you pulled his head deeper between your thighs by his long, messy hair, he groaned and pushed his fingers deeper inside of your pussy and began to flick his tongue quickly on the overstimulated bud above your hole “Fuck! Armin!” You screamed out his name, rolling your wide hips on his face.

Armin was truly in heaven. Barely being able to breathe between those heavy thighs and devouring every part of your fat cunt, your face messy with tears and drool while you rolled your eyes to the back of your head from how good it felt. He couldn’t help but roll his hips on the silky, baby pink sheets below the both of you, desperate for that friction, the wet feeling of your mouth. “You like that baby?” he mumbled cockily into your slippery wet folds, his soothing voice sending vibrations to your clit. You couldn’t help but let the truth fly past your lips along with a nod of your head “Yes..“ your slowly drawl out as he adds another finger inside of you.

Fuck… Why was it so hard to leave him alone? It’s not that hard, you’ve done it before, but what made him different? Was it the sex and how he could have you coming undone within a few minutes? How he put your needs way before his own? It wasn’t supposed to be like this. You know it, yet you couldn’t find not even a bit of regret for it. For how you gave into him almost too easily.

The flicks of his tongue on your clit got faster and so did the slow pace of his three thick fingers, your pussy twitching around them and your stomach twisting. This feeling. You knew this orgasm was going to be more overwhelming than the last three before this one “m’gonna cum daddy..” you whined out as you threw your head back, your hand that was once intertwined and tangled in the long golden locks of his hair now playing with those pretty brown tits, squeezing and pinching at your nipples to add to the intense feeling “then cum for me, baby. What you holdin’ out fa’?” He’d say picking up the pace and sucking on your clit. Grabbing one of your thighs and squeezing it, landing a few harsh taps to the jiggly fat. The more your thighs suffocated him and kept him between them made him hornier than words could ever come to explain. He was nose deep in that pussy, messily licking every inch of the area, his face slick with that clear fluid that ran out of you like a fountain.

That was the last straw. The last flick of his skilled tongue and the final deep thrust of his thick fingers had you trembling and screaming into the skin of your arm. “Fuck! Armiinnn..” you moaned, dragging his name on your tongue and continuing to roll your hips on his fingers, riding out your high with the help of the man you claimed you hated most.

Armin would be damned if he let a woman like you go. He knew that after this, there would be many many times he’d have you shaking on his fingers and tongue.

He slowly removed his fingers from your cunt, making you feel empty. You wanted more—you needed more—from him. You have been fighting the urges for so long. The urges of swinging your door open and smashing your lips into his and letting him fuck you crazy like he did when you were ‘together’.

He sucked on his fingers and dragged them out slowly as you watched, heavily breathing, never breaking eye contact with him. “You actually had me thinking you hated me” he chuckled, licking between his fingers. Flicking his tongue the same exact way he did inside of you, having you to roll your eyes at him and his cocky attitude. “I do.” You replied with a light snarl as you sat up in your bed. All he wanted to do was have sex. But you couldn’t say that to him, because you knew that’s what you wanted from him as well. But that wasn’t the only thing you wanted. You wanted his heart—his love and all he could give you. Tonight was just a call from lust, like the devil felt your need for relief.

You hated his cocky attitude—you hated that he was even here in your bed, looking down at you from between your legs. He raspily chuckled, tilting his head to the side. His blue orbs burning into yours with that sexy gaze you always came to hate after falling for his silent charms. His stare was chilling but it made your body feel hot and in need for him in this moment. It made you ache for him in places you knew you shouldn't want him.

The more you stared, the more that stupid fucking grin spread across his reddened cheeks "You already saying that? I didn’t even propose baby." he joked.

You scoffed, shaking your head at his words, just wishing he would shut the hell up.

He crawled between your legs, pressing his hard-on to your leaking pussy, the fabric of his jeans rubbing against the wet skin as he pressed his hips a bit harder into you.

Your mouth gaped open at the familiar hard feeling, but at the fact he was rubbing his jeans on you—between your legs at that. You weren’t one to do shit just because it felt good and risk an infection. You didn’t know what he did in them jeans before he came to you.

“Uh-uh!” You furrowed your brows and shook your head, cupping your pussy, making a barrier between you and Armin below. “Don’t be rubbing yo damn jeans on me. Ion know where yo dog ass been at.” You scowled, feeling him pull away, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. He loved when you subtly insulted him. He just didn’t know why, but he loved it, only from you.

Armin hovered over you with his silver chain hanging from his neck, the tips of his silky blonde hair tickling the bridge of your nose. “You don’t know where my dog ass been at but you called me over to beat yo shit in.” He said, lifting up to tie his hair back so it wouldn’t get in the way. “What sense that make?” He scoffed, shaking his head as he snapped the hair tie on his hair.

He was right. You hated when he was right. He was always clocking whatever you said, fact checking your every sentence like it was all he could do.

You stayed silent to his truth, avoiding eye contact with him. You weren’t gonna tell him he was right. That would just be feeding his ego.

“I missed you,” he began, hovering over you again, his blue orbs staring into yours with mischief swirling in them. He slowly raised your legs to his face, kissing and massaging your freshly pedicured feet, sending a tingle up your spine. “I missed you too much baby…” he murmured, kissing the sole of your foot “I know you missed me too. Just say it ma’..” he hissed, pushing your leg up more to kiss around your calf.

Fuck it. “I missed you too daddy”

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Part 1 FINISHED.

Finally.. Imma start part two right after this. It’s not gonna start off from the cut off of part one, but it’s gonna have all the things that happened before you called this man over for some good dick.

Now this ain’t much, I know I know, n I’m sorry for that.

#hyunip #hyunny #black reader #aot x reader #aot smut #aot x black reader #i love yall #armin arlert #armin smut #I’m sorry #I feel like I led yall on and this was bad #BUT it’s more coming #I promise

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