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oh-meretseger · 7 months

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part 1 - Jean’s Favorite Color

attack on titan modern college au // Jean Kirstein x fem!reader, not a smut (yet), but a tiny bit suggestive, some hateful tension, slight insults

summary: you hate this guy with all your heart (😏) and he seems to be enjoying that. we’ll see how that goes for you, when you two have to work together xoxo

word count: 2,8k

Jean has always been amused by your desperate act that you tried keeping up about absolutely hating him. You seemed no more than a rigid and mousy little nerd, when Sasha introduced you to him and Connie as her "new best friend", about six minutes after first meeting you.

"She seems cool" Connie seemed to like you, shrugging his shoulders when Jean asked him if he found you stuck up. "Man, not everyone's stuck up who's not laughing at your sarcastic ass jokes"

Even though you two were polar opposites, you seemed to look at Sasha with the widest smile, eyes glistening with love when she was loudly blabbering about, while you were quietly listening and chuckling to yourself - about stuff that Sasha called you two's "inside jokes", although to Jean, it seemed like she was the only one doing the talking, at all times.

He didn't mind you spending time with their trio at first. As a quiet girl hiding under your glasses, baggy jeans and big hoodies, you weren't exactly the type to catch his eye. The thought of you being a stuck up little nerd first occured to him when you all were sitting in an evening class and the professor, looking through the presentation, dared to ask if anyone knew where the substitute left off the previous night.

"Your mom should be the one knowing that" Jean mumbled, and raised his eyes as Connie spat a good amount of his energy drink on the desk in front of him, laughter exploding right out of his mouth. A light smile quickly vanished from Jean's face as your expression caught his eye, sitting on the other side of Connie. You frowned at your notes, rolling your eyes. "What an idiot" you thought to yourself, not even acknowledging the fact that you would absolutely be the one making "your mom" jokes in any other setting. Any other setting where The Playboy himself wasn't present... With that damn smug look on his face.

Something just irked you about Jean, although you couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was. It was a feeling that you haven’t tried to learn the source of so far. It just appeared on its own, as soon as you looked up at him for the first time, and laid eyes on his face under a few light brown strands of hair softly falling from the perfectly combed back style. The stubble on that sharp jawline, those soft looking lips curling up in a half-smile, the perfectly straight line of that nose, those warm, brown eyes with a golden light in them that made you-

"What are you even taking notes of, smartass? The dude hasn't even started talking yet"

You glanced at Jean with an almost surprised look on your face. He never really talked to you in the few weeks you've known each other - let alone call you names, with such a smug smile plastered across his face. Hot, hot anger filled your chest looking at the curve of his lips. But the intense feeling made you, if anything, more confused, and you turned your head back to your notes without a reaction.

That's when Jean's dear habit of annoying you on purpose started.

He couldn't stand how rigid you seemed when it came to him, anything he said, did or joked about. He couldn't stand how cold and quiet you became whenever he appeared, even if he just saw you having the time of your life with Sasha moments before. He couldn't stand how you rolled your big bambi eyes under those glasses, or how your nose wrinkled in distaste whenever he would banter with Connie, as if his humor were too immature for your liking. He couldn't stand how you stiffened up around him, thinking that he couldn't see through that thick and hard layer of ice you built for yourself to hide from him. At least he told himself that he couldn't stand it.

He secretly loved it, every single moment of it.

It became an addiction. He started looking for every bit of reaction, every tiny motion of the muscles of your face and your body, getting irritated merely by the sight of him. The pure excitement he felt from taking every single chance to deepen the visible tension and irritation you felt... Was indescribable.

Sasha and Connie were always entertained by the intensifying back-and-forth between you two, but Jean was downright amused. Exhilarated. He enjoyed himself a little bit too much listening to you snapping back at every snarky remark he made towards you, your insults getting sharper and meaner every time you two would bicker.

Maybe you weren't so rigid and mousy after all..?

"That's common law, smarty pants" Jean's unmistakable, cynical voice scared the living shit out of you as it appeared right by your face out of nowhere. He laughed loudly as you jumped from your seat in shock. An infuriating heat filled your chest as you realized how you didn't even notice him bending down behind you so closely, watching you writing your notes.

But an even more irritating heat was the one flooding your face from feeling the hot breath of Jean on your ear, as he spoke so close to you...

You felt the warmth making your face go red, then flowing right through your body. What the hell is happening?

"Common law will be my shoe's rightful place up your ass" you replied harshly to his snarky comment, turning your face back down towards the notes, trying to hide the fact that you were blushing. All hell would break loose if he noticed you displaying any sign of embarassment at his actions. Jean threw himself in the chair right across from you, Sasha and Connie taking the ones on each of your sides.

Oh, he noticed, he very much did.

"Alright, grandpa. You'll have to be a little less stiff if you want any part of your body to be inside of me" he said, eyes piercing right through your hands that tried to hide the rosy tint of your cheeks. Jean couldn't help the satisfied smile growing wider on his face, as he watched you scrabble some nervous nonsense on the paper in front of you. He barely saw you being flustered, especially blushing.

He almost found it kind of cute.

"In your dreams, dumbass" you muttered, trying to disappear under the hood of your sweatshirt. The feeling that Jean left behind on your ear still tingled the same, and you couldn't even comprehend the words you were currently jotting down.

Jean shifted in his chair, spreading his legs a little more as a heat of your insults ran through him as well. He had no idea what made it so addicting to draw such nasty remarks out of those innocent-looking lips of yours, but he liked it.

"I don't think the library is the best place for you to start being inside of each other" Sasha stated her honest opinion, unwrapping the third sandwich of this eventful morning. Jean blankly stared at her.

"Where are these even coming from? You don't even have a backpack with you"

"A better question would be where these are even going" Connie watched the sandwich longingly, as it rapidly kept disappearing in the black hole that seemed to be Sasha's mouth. "Can I get a bite though?"

"No!"

"Sasha!" you bursted out laughing as a whole slice of tomato flew from Sasha's swift and jealous hand movement, plopping right on top of your notes. It barely even touched the paper though, Connie's quick fingers already grabbed it, hunting it down like he was dying from hunger. "Thanks"

"No problem, bro" Connie shrugged, as the slice of tomato was already on its way down to his stomach.

"Bro-zoned" Jean pouted in your direction, and you quickly grew annoyed again, looking at his cynically sad expression. How nonchalantly he was leaning back in the library chair, just casually manspreading, made the heat of the anger almost unbearable in your chest.

"You must've been thinking really hard about that, I smell smoke"

"Bruh" Sasha reacted with a mouth full of food, and Jean hissed in pain.

"That was the lamest shit I've heard today, and Connie's been talking since 5 am, non-stop" he shook his head. You started grinding your teeth together as you heard Sasha let out a chuckle.

"Hey!" Connie frowned, utterly offended. "I already told you I'm done talking for today, get off my ass"

"I would think of better comebacks, but my neurons have literally no time regenerating, you're always here" you grimaced at Jean.

"You were the one who desperately wanted a study date with me last night, wiseass" Jean smiled, eyes looking right into yours, with that smug look on his face again. He crossed his arms together, and you felt yourself exploding with anger. The black t-shirt he wore that morning hugged his biceps tightly, his forearms looking annoyingly big and bulky in this position.

You swore you wanted to bite the flesh off of those arms.

"I did NOT want to study in your presence, I can guarantee your dumb ass that, bu-"

"Agh, get over yourself, you fucking nerd, you know you'd miss me" Jean cut you off with a smirk so nasty, that you could feel the familiar heat spread across your cheeks again.

The sudden tension you felt from his low-lidded eyes piercing into yours made you freeze for a second.

"I'm so done with you guys, we're not getting any work done because of your squabbling" Sasha threw the ball of plastic wrap she just made right at Jean's temple, and you let out a quiet chuckle at the sight. Still looking into each other's eyes, for a moment, it felt like Jean and you were smiling together, for once in this lifetime - but it ended before you could even think of that.

"Their what?" Connie laughed.

"What are you talking about? You're literally having a royal breakfast right now" Jean scoffed at Sasha, who looked back at him with big, hungry eyes.

"And I'm going to finish it, Jean. Don't press me" she stared right into his eyes as she pulled out a chocolate bar from the inside pocket of her denim jacket. Your anger was nowhere in sight - you and Connie were having the time of your life giggling at her like a bunch of middle schoolers. Jean was a bit more tense, staring back at her with a motionless, blank expression.

"I'm going to flip my shit"

"Bro, chill" Sasha chuckled and you slapped your palm onto the surface of the table with a loud thud.

"BRO-ZONED"

"You're such an original piece of work" Jean's look slowly panned to you like you were the most pathetic nerd he ever laid eyes on. That's exactly what he thought to himself.

"Someone has to be, you bastard"

"Dipshit"

That growing confidence in you lasted exactly until the moment you were paired with Jean Kirstein for the project that would largely determine your grade for the semester in this one particular class.

You were devastated. Frozen by the shock of hearing your names together, while you felt Jean's eyes burning a hole on the side of your face. You just knew he had a huge grin on his face. And you were right.

He was almost ashamed of how amused he found himself seeing you absolutely shattered. His teeth bit down on his lower lip as he tried to make the smile on his face stop growing.

This couldn't even get any better.

"Jean, I'm going to slit my throat with this piece of paper" you stated with a lifeless voice while Jean smirked, between his teeth was the end of the pen that he snitched right out of your hand for the fourth time this afternoon. You tried to get this stupid project over with and work with him in the library, but that was obviously a dumb idea.

"Go ahead" Jean replied calmly, slowly turning the pen between his teeth as he locked his eyes on your face. He loved the sight of it getting more and more expressive as your frustration intensified. You pursed your soft lips together in anger, and took off your glasses to rub the bridge of your nose.

Jean was waiting for the insults to come, though. You thought so highly of yourself and clearly found him so immature - so he would give you exactly that. You want him being childish, you'll get it.

He was bored and would do anything just to get a reaction out of you.

"Hey!" you yelled as he suddenly took the glasses you held between your fingers and leaned back to dodge your immediate attack, trying to get it back. He put it on his head and pushed it back on his soft brown strands of hair, using it as a headband. "You're gonna break it with your big ass head!"

"If it doesn't break on that huge wise balloon of yours, mine won't damage it any further for sure" he grinned in your face and you swore you could break that shiny white set of teeth out of his mouth, at that very moment. Jean found it rather amusing how you tried reaching him from the other side of the table, but failed miserably. So you changed tactics. "Hey, take me out to dinner first, you pervert!"

You gave up trying to solve the problem gently and quietly, just for the sake of the library's peaceful atmosphere, and jumped on Jean with a blurry vision to retrieve your eyesight. He quickly grabbed your glasses from his head and extended his arm as far back as he could sitting in that chair.

But you absolutely did not care anymore and slammed your knee right into his inner thigh to reach your goal.

Jean let out a painful yell.

"You fucking rat, you almost smashed my precious parts" he laughed as you struggled with an unwavering force. Anger blurred your vision even more, not even thinking about how your t-shirt and the soft plush of your breasts underneath pressed right into Jean's face as you leaned on him, reaching for his arm.

You grabbed a hold of his forearm, digging your nails into his skin with no hesitation, and the tension in that evil arm vanished right away, with another painful cry from Jean. But this time, you felt his voice resonating on your chest.

Heat started spreading on your face immediately. You put the retrieved glasses back on their place, and quickly got off of him to sit back in your chair… And try to disappear in it.

Jean was not laughing anymore. You didn't look at him, but you could feel the heat of his smirk burning your face even more.

He's never noticed you had breasts before.

That was clearly a dumb conclusion, but it was true. Obviously, he knew you had to be some kind of woman, at least by the looks of it, some weird specimen that he had no intentions of looking at like he looked at other girls. He never really thought of you having an actual body of a woman under those baggy jeans and cargos, and big ass hoodies you always wore to class.

Until now.

He unintentionally started to wonder - what else could you be hiding under those baggy t-shirts?

He shifted in his seat, ever so slightly fixing his jeans where it started to become a little tight around his inner thigh. You were yet to speak a word, frantically turning the pages of your book, pretending you were looking for something very important. Jean's eyes fixated on your face, your long eyelashes batting downwards under your glasses, your cheeks and nose dusted with a pink tint under the small freckles.

You were clearly extremely flustered.

A smile started to form on his face as his look swiftly shifted to your plump lips, nervously bit down on by your teeth. His eyes slipped down onto your thin silver necklace hugging the smooth skin of your neck. Your neck looked so delicate, so soft and innocent to him at that moment.

His attention wandered down to the baggy white band shirt covering the skin on your chest - that was pressed right into his face just a few seconds before.

"Are you going to finally contribute something to this damn thing, or are you planning on sitting there like a retarded fish for the rest of the day?" you muttered without ever looking up at him, and he smiled at your remark.

The color of your flustered cheeks suddenly became his new favorite color.

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agusrkive · 8 months

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Good Friend Ackerman

‘what she doesn’t know, won’t kill her. right?’

summary: Levi as your good friend who’s been secretly pining over you for years

cw: mild nsfw, whipped levi

you always wonder why your suitors disappear after the first date or even a few potential admirers that would suddenly lose interest after a few hangouts like “hey, I really enjoyed today and I wanna see you again.. call you later tonight?” or “let’s go see that exciting film tomorrow that you told me about last week! i’ll pick you up at 10~ xoxo” then boom! no calls, the number you have dialed is currently unavailable~ blah-bla-blah, cell is blocked, and no sign of Connie Springer from the bookstore.

“I really thought this one was into me, Levi.”

the raven just shrugged before sipping his tea. he ignored you, but the smug look on his face says otherwise. you rolled your eyes at him and he scoffed. he never really misses anything and that’s one of the traits you admire about him. though it sometimes irritates you with how sharp he is that you can never be sneaky with him. talk about multiple backfired pranks and earfuls from the devil himself, but you always managed to get away only because he lets you.

“what? don’t look at me like that. he was the one who initiated it and he said he’d pick me up, I thought he was just late. but there we’re no calls.”

…

“I think he blocked me.. oh no! what if something happened to him!? Levi, what do we do?!”

it’s his turn now to roll his eyes at you, shaking his head at your dramatic exaggeration. after being friends with you for years, that’s one thing that he’ll never get used to and he’ll never get tired of too. he thinks it’s cute, but he’ll never admit that to you. knowing you’ll never shut up about it and he knows you damn well enough to know that he’ll never hear the end of it with your annoying teasing.

“brat, calm down. maybe it’s a good thing he suddenly disappeared, you don’t even know him that well.”

you gave him a deadpan look.

“that’s exactly what a second date is for! to get to know him better, idiot!”

he flicks your forehead while giving you a headlock. he’s always too fast and you didn’t see it coming. you thought of flailing your arms for release or fake fainting, but knowing his strength and how you always lose to him. he will only let go once you say sorry, but that would only feed his unnecessary ego that he doesn’t need anyway. you try to think of anything, then an idea pops up in your head. a very stupid, childish idea. gathering all your strength, you wrapped your hands tightly around his grip on you as a distraction. then you pushed your behind into him very very hard.

you heard a moan.

and you both freeze—

for a moment, none of you uttered a single word.

then you realize what just happened, he didn’t just— no.. did he? oh god. it seems like Levi realized it too when he suddenly releases his hold and backed away from you as if you were a hot molten lava, which you feel like you are right now with how much your face is burning. involuntary, your hands reached up to cover your reddening face. you are still frozen in your spot.

“ohmygod.”

“shut up”

Levi lets out a grunt as he clutches his crotch in an almost crouching position. he was shocked when you pulled that stunt and all he could do was freeze. you are so stupid, how could you even think of that?he wanted to get mad at you, but he knows he couldn’t.. he’s too whipped and when you pushed into him so hard, he felt it everywhere, you. your ass on him, your plump ass against his dick that is now hard.. it felt so good.

Levi tries to think of anything than the thought of your ass against him, against his hard d- he closes his eyes and sighs trying to calm himself. pissed at himself for getting a hard raging boner that he has to take care of now, pissed at the fact that you know he got a boner because of you and he’s a little embarrassed. you’re still there in front of him with your back facing him and that ass.. Levi looks away, anywhere but your ass. his face flushed and you won’t even look at him, it’s better that way. of course what did he think?

he hates himself for being so horny like a stupid teenager and poor you, now you’ll probably look at him weirdly like how could he? someone who you thought of as a friend and even as an older brother had a reaction to you like that? although he doesn’t see you as a little sister, but you didn’t know that. did you?

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pt. 2

the disappearance of connie springer

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pedrito-friskito · 1 year

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My special prompt is for Javier Peña Ranch with a special combo for fluff and smut! If you're up for it! 😍💜

Fluff prompt: #6

Smut prompt:#6

Can't wait to see what you bring us!! Happy Sunday and happy writing!!! 🥰❤️

xoxo

SKYEEEEEEEEE ohhohohohoh let me tell you I saw ‘ranch” and then I saw those prompts and my brain said LET’S FUCKING GO. going back to the ranch is always so much fun for me, and this was the perfect opportunity for something delicious, sexy, and deliciously sexy 😍 I hope you enjoy and thank you for requesting my love!! xoxoxo

strawberry shortcake - the ranch - javier peña x fem!reader

word count: 3k

warnings: explicit smut, lots of teasing, shower sex, fingering, oral (f and m receiving), I regret NOTHING

It all starts in the morning.

As usual, Javi’s out the door with the sun, getting done the few things that need doing on the weekends, the Saturday sun beating down on his back with every step. By ten o’clock, he’s heading back to the house, the animals fed and watered. Getting closer to the house, he can hear music on the radio, and when he steps up the porch, he can see you through the screen door, dancing around the kitchen.

Every little thing she does is magic, everything she do just turns me on

Javier chuckles under his breath, pulling the door open and stepping inside, tossing his hat and his gloves onto the bench beside the door. You don’t notice at first, preoccupied with whatever it is you’re baking. There’s a bowl of cut strawberries on the counter, and the heat lingering in the air tells him the oven is on. He leans against the kitchen doorway, crossing his arms over his chest, one boot propped over the other, just watching as you unhook a bowl from under the stand mixer. The whisk attached to the mixer drips with whipped cream.

You curse, wiping the white off the counter with your finger and sucking it between your lips. Javier inhales sharply, watching your tongue dart out when some cream lingers at the corner of your mouth. It takes everything in him not to stick his hand down the front of his suddenly too-tight jeans.

“You’re up early,” he calls, announcing his presence. It makes you jump anyway, nearly dropping the bowl as you turn to set it on the island. You smack a hand to your chest, eyes going wide.

“Christ, Javi!” you half-shout, but there’s a smile on your face. “That whipped cream was nearly all over the floor.”

“Didn’t mean to spook you,” he says, stepping forward until he can twine his arms around your waist, leaning down to fit his face into your neck. You hum happily as he does it, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “I was hoping you’d still be in bed when I came back.”

“Well, we have to leave for Connie and Steve’s in an hour or so,” you reply, “and this shortcake isn’t gonna make itself.”

Javi groans into your throat. Right. The party. He’d partially forgotten.

Connie and Steve moved to Laredo recently — further into the slowly-growing suburbs than the ranch was — and were throwing a house-warming party of sorts. You’d gone into the city one night this week to pick out a gift, returning with a few tasteful picture frames and a stuffed bunny for Olivia, and had reminded him last night you wanted to stop at a florist on the way there to get flowers for Connie.

“You agreed, Jav,” you laugh, tipping your head back while he lets his mustache scrape along your pulse. “Besides, it’ll only be a couple hours, then we can come home and you can have me all to yourself all night long.”

The mere idea of it makes his jeans tighter still, and he nips at your skin, earning himself a smack to the shoulder.

“Watch it! You know Connie’ll give me hell if I show up covered in hickies.”

“Love bites,” he corrects, pulling his head up, meeting your eyes. A strand of hair falls in your face, and he brushes it away, leans in to kiss your mouth, tasting the cream on your lips. “Mmm, sweet.”

“Love bites, sure,” you repeat, rolling your eyes. “Go get in a shower, cowboy.”

He pulls away from you reluctantly. “Does that mean you’re not joining me?”

“If the cake is done before you’re out, then maybe.”

“Querida,” he pouts and you push him in the direction of the stairs.

“Enough with the puppy dog eyes!” you laugh, still grinning. “Go!”

Ten minutes later, the cake is cooling on the counter and he has you pressed against the shower wall. The wet rope of your hair curls around his wrist as he holds you in place, your feet outside of his, your back arched and your moans filling the bathroom. His other hand is curled around your hip, grunting with every snap of his hips, the smack of your ass against the tops of his thighs.

He cums fast, driving his cock deep, and then yanks you up, banding his arm beneath your tits, his other hand moving to your clit, drawing fast circles that have you keening in his arms. You shower fast after that, taking turns beneath the spray, and you slink out first after kissing him soundly.

The bathroom is still full of steam when he gets out, and Javi takes his time, checking his discarded watch to see how much time he has. He brushes his teeth, combs his hair, shaves the bit of stubble from his jaw. When he walks back to the bedroom, towel wrapped around his hips, you are nowhere to be found, but you’ve laid out his red plaid shirt on the bed, along with a dark pair of jeans and his black leather belt.

Half an hour, and he’s walking down the stairs, fingers hooked into his belt as he turns down the hall to the kitchen.

His jaw nearly hits the floor, and his jeans are tight all over again.

You look absolutely edible.

Javier is pretty sure he’s never seen this dress before. His mind is a rolodex when it comes to you, full of details and moments and lists. Among those lists is his favourite outfits of yours — most of which are for bedroom use only, but there are a good few others that are outside-friendly. But this dress…he’s never seen this dress before.

It hangs off you perfectly, accentuating every curve of your body. It’s a pale turquoise colour, with little peach flowers all over it. There are buttons down the front, and the straps are thin, thin enough for him to know you’re not wearing a bra underneath.

Javi wolf-whistles, and you jump again, tilting your head back with a laugh as he walks into the kitchen, stepping toward you. “Don’t you look at me like that, Javier Peña,” you chide, pointing a finger in his direction. “You already had your way in the shower.”

“My way?” he repeats, lifting a brow as he moves behind you, letting his hands rest on your hips. The fabric of the dress is impossibly soft. “Pretty sure we both got our way, didn’t we?”

“We did,” you say, giggling as he presses his chest to your back. “I’m just saying, you got what you wanted, and we don’t have time—” The end of your sentence cuts off with a gasp as he slides his hand between your legs, pushing the heel of his palm against your cunt.

“Time for what, querida?” he asks, dragging the tip of his nose along your neck. “You know as well as I do I could make you cum right here and now.”

“Javi.” Your fingers curl around his wrist, and for a moment he thinks you’re going to pull his hand away, but you don’t. “You’re gonna make us late.”

“And Steve can give me hell about it all afternoon if he likes,” he replies, stepping away from the counter and the half-finished cake, taking you with him. You go willingly, melting into his arms.

Two minutes later, and he has you bent over the arm of the couch, eating your pussy from behind, the skirt of your dress bunched in his fists. Your thighs quake against his face, your underwear hooked around one ankle, and Javi lets one hand glance down the back of your leg as you cum with a shout, one arm reaching around to bury your hand in his hair.

Satisfied, Javier leans back on his feet, leaving a wet kiss on one cheek and delivering a quick spank to the other. It makes you moan and he grins, helping you back into your underwear, letting your skirt fall back down over your ass. You straighten slowly, still catching your breath, and Javi grabs your chin, kissing you hard, enough that he hopes you can taste yourself on his tongue.

“Ready to go, baby?”

Twenty minutes later, and you’re both in the truck, the gifts in the backseat, the strawberry shortcake boxed and resting at your feet. You turn up the radio as Javier drives, rolling down the windows to let the summer breeze waft through the truck cab.

Before you make it into the busier streets of the city, you pull your feet up under you, loosening your belt slightly so you can lean over the middle console of the truck. Javi lifts his brow as your hand curls around his bicep, skimming up and down his arm.

“I really love this shirt on you,” you mutter, leaning closer until you can press your lips beneath his ear. “Looks so fucking good, baby.”

He opens his mouth, but no words come out, only a low groan as your hand moves down between his legs, cupping him through his jeans, the heat of your hand seeping through the material.

“Cariño,” he mutters, gritting his teeth as the blood rushes south, cock twitching in his pants. “I will pull this truck over, I swear to god.”

Just as the words are past his lips, the streets grow busier, the countryside giving way to the suburbs, and you sink back into your seat, returning your feet to the floor, resting your hand over his on the gearshift.

“Are you okay, Javi, sweetheart?” you ask, your voice falsely sweet as you lace your fingers through his. “You look a little flushed.”

He tightens his grip on the steering wheel and presses the gas a little harder. You just laugh.

Connie and Steve are excited to see you both, and Olivia doubly so. You’ve seen them a few times since you and Javi became an official item, and while Livvy loves her Uncle Javi, she loves you even more. The afternoon is spent in the Murphys’ large backyard, filled to bursting with lawn chairs and tables, a little inflatable pool for the kids, overflowing coolers filled with beer and soda for the adults. Steve pulls Javier in every direction, introducing him to their new neighbours, Steve’s new colleagues and the like. A few are familiar faces to Javi, and there’s the inevitable conversation of how it’s such a small world, inquiries about Javier’s parents, the ranch, etcetera.

And the whole time, Javi keeps an eye on you.

Connie has commandeered you as much as Steve has Javier, introducing you to all her friends and the neighbours. He’s watched as you’ve done the rounds, chatting with people, offering Connie help with refilling the coolers or setting out snacks. Olivia has most of your attention, however, and Javi watches more than once how she wobbles over to wherever you’re standing, wraps her little fingers around yours and pulls you over to the blanket of toys Connie laid out for her. You go willingly each time, a beaming smile on your face.

Now, Javier watches with a grin on his own mouth as Olivia giggles wildly, her little feet kicking while you blow raspberries on her little belly. Connie sits beside you on the blanket, the two of you chatting between Olivia’s requests to stack blocks or give voices to her stuffed animals.

“So, when are you gonna put a ring on that girl’s finger, Jav?” Steve asks, the words almost too loud, handing Javier another beer. He feels his ears go red as he takes the bottle, taking a long sip before Steve touches his boot to Javi’s. “Seriously, man. She’s an angel.”

“You don’t have to tell me,” Javi quips, glancing at Steve before his eyes dart back to you. “I’ve been thinking about it.”

“Think less,” Steve tells him, tipping his bottle toward Javi. “It’ll just get you into more trouble. Just ask her. Honestly, Javi, I’ve never seen you this happy.” His ex-partner lifts a brow. “Or is the sex just that good?”

Javier chokes on his beer. He sputters, instantly wiping his mouth on the sleeve of his shirt. “Shut the fuck up, Murphy.”

More conversations are had, more of Steve’s friends joining the circle to talk shop, football games and the new sports bar that opened downtown. It all sort of fades into the background for Javier as his gaze continually returns to you. Eventually, Connie pulls Steve away to help with something, the others go to make conversation elsewhere, and Javi is left alone in his chair.

He’s not lonely for long, however, because just as he’s setting his empty beer bottle down on the ground beside him, you materialize in front of him, dangling a fresh beer in front of his nose, the condensation dripping down the glass.

“Querida,” he grins, taking the beer before reaching for you, curling an arm around your waist. “Come here, you hot little thing.”

You throw your head back and laugh, falling into his lap, wrapping an arm around his neck. He leans in and kisses the hinge of your jaw, inhaling the sweet scent of your skin, the flowery smell of your hair. It’s intoxicating. You sink fully into his lap, leaning against his chest, moaning as you go.

“Ugh, that feels good,” you groan, tilting your head back so the sun pours over your face. “These shoes are killing me.”

Javier nips at your earlobe. “Moan for me again; it sounded nice.”

You smack his chest, straightening slightly. “Javi.”

“I’m just teasing.”

“Aren’t you always?”

He just chuckles, shaking his head as you lean back against his chest again. Javi rubs his hand up and down your back, drawing circles on the bare skin between your shoulders, letting his fingers dip beneath the fabric of the dress just a bit.

You hum quietly, resting your head on his shoulder. “Honestly, Jav, how are you so comfy? I could sit on you all day.”

Javi presses his lips together, feeling your face grow hot as you realize what you’ve said. He tightens his arm around your waist, squeezes your hip through the fabric of your dress. “You know you have an open invitation for that, querida.”

He can almost see the goosebumps rise across your skin, and you wiggle your hips slightly, adjusting yourself in his lap. His cock twitches at the friction and you drape both arms around his neck, leveling your face with his. You peck the tip of his nose, but then your mouth slips south, kissing his top lip softly. He can tell you’re restraining yourself, and it only makes him harder.

The hand not curled around your hip starts rubbing up and down your legs, and when your knees part slightly, he finds his opening, glancing around to make sure no one’s paying you any mind before he lets his hand slide right up your skirt, fingers skimming up the inside of your knee.

“Javier.”

He pushes his face into your neck again, making it look like he’s whispering something to you, a secret for your ears only. “You think anyone would notice if I started fingering you right now?” he asks, and you don’t reply, but he hears the quiet gasp, the hitch in your breath. “You can be good for me, can’t you, querida? Let me play with that pretty pussy, but don’t let anybody know what we’re doing. Hmm?”

You twine your fingers in the back of his hair and tug, hard enough that his head lifts from your throat. “Javier Peña, you’re a menace.”

“You’re the menace, cariño,” he responds, raising his brows. “Who gave you the right to look so fucking delicious in that dress, hmm? I oughta teach you a lesson.”

The corner of your mouth quirks. “Mm, I think I’d enjoy that lesson.”

He gives you a quick peck. “I’ll make sure that you do.”

Your grin turns full-blown. “And speaking of delicious, my shortcake was a hit, but I really think we should get home soon, Javi. There’s lots more whipped cream in the fridge, and I’d hate for it to go to waste.”

An hour and a half later, and you’re home. You’re home, and you barely made it through the door, a trail of clothes leading from the front porch and into the kitchen. The tile floor is cool against Javi’s bare skin, but he feels like he’s on fire all at the same time.

The bowl of whipped cream sits off to the side. You’re as naked as he is, sitting astride his face, your knees pressing against his shoulders. Javi’s got his hands on your hips again, holding onto you tightly, groaning into the inside of your thigh as you drop another dollop of whipped cream at the base of his cock. It’s cold — almost too cold — but the coolness turns to heat as you close your mouth around him again, the warmth of your mouth almost too much to bear. Your tongue rides the veins of his cock, laving at the base while the tip hits the back of your throat, cleaning the whipped cream from his skin.

He yanks you down hard, sealing his mouth around your cunt, pushing his tongue into your dripping hole. You keen, moaning around his cock, and the vibration makes him moan right back into you. You don’t let up, not until he’s cumming hot down your throat, and even then, you pull off him with a quiet pop, instantly dropping your head to lick the rest of the whipped cream up. It sends chills through his whole body, leaves him writhing on the floor, and he taps your thighs, signaling you to get off.

Javier doesn’t let you go far, pulling you back against him as soon as you’re upright, both of you on your knees on the kitchen tile. With one hand, he smears whipped cream around your nipple, mouth lowering to lick it up a moment later, and the other finds its way between your legs, thumb circling your clit, two fingers sinking into you.

“Javi,” you groan, your head dropping back on your shoulders, one hand diving into his hair as he scrapes his teeth against your nipple, reaching for more whipped cream before moving to the other. “Oh my fucking god.”

He drags his tongue against you before flicking his eyes up to your face. “Moan my name again, querida,” he grins. “It sounded nice.”

“Javier.”

#my fics #the ranch #strawberry shortcake #javier peña #javier pena smut #javier pena fic #javier pena fanfiction #javier pena x reader #javier pena x you #javier peña smut #javier peña x you #narcos fic #sleepover sundae #javier pena fluff #javier peña fluff

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wardenparker · 6 months

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Good morning my darling lovelies,

Unfortunately once again, the chronic illness demons have taken over and I’m not feeling well enough to have a chapter up today.

My sincerest apologies and thanks to all of you for understanding — between the Crohns and the cold I’m still fighting and the whole rest of my family being sick, things are very tough right now.

Happy Holy Week if that’s your thing, and happy Sunday if it’s not!

XOXO,

Connie

#Soulmate Sunday #chronic illness #crohns disease #Hummingbird Has Landed #Marcus Pike #Pedro Pascal

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bleach-your-panties · 8 months

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♡WE CAN GET IT POPPIN' WHENEVER, WHEREVER; YOU KNOW IT'S WHATEVER SHAWTY!`》 [[CLOSED]]

introᰔ

I've hit 1500+ followers after making a miraculous comeback from my 2019-22 slump, lol. So I'd like to celebrate with a fun little event for you all!

The theme of this event is getting sexy in unusual/inappropriate places.

Think of any place where you've done the do (that you probably shouldn't have!)

Keep reading for how to participate:

rulesᰔ

pick your fav character (fandoms i write for here) + a location + a sexy category (only choose from ONE sexy category).

your chosen sexy category does not limit you to just that action but it will be the main focus of the post.

1 request per person please, as i'm only doing a limited number of these.

i will close the event when i have enough to work on.

specify your reader type. keep in mind that i usually write female readers and i do not write trans-readers due to lack of adequate knowledge. i do not want to offend anyone.

i age up characters.

i will queue this post so everyone in different time zones will have a chance to see it and submit a request.

any questions, please ask!

NO MINORS OR AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS.

have fun xoxo🫶🏽

locationsᰔ

best friend's house, public bathroom, dressing room, classroom/clubroom (university au), bike shop/mechanic, club, restaurant, parent's house, bedroom/dorm room, outside, beach, park, work, cafe-bakery-ice cream shop, car, boat, airplane, alleyway, train/subway, concert, sports event, church, meeting/zoom meeting, other - specify

sexy actsᰔ (choose only one of these from either category!)

actionsᰔ

handjob, fingering, blowjob/eat-out, footjob, titjob, french-kiss/makeout, facesitting/throatfucking, dry-humping, thigh-fucking, facial/cumshot, other - specify

positionsᰔ

mating press, missionary, doggy style, against wall/chair/surface, full nelson, prone bone, upside down/in the air/standing, cowgirl/reverse cowgirl, spooning/from the side, other - specify

masterlistᰔ

let's get it poppin' with...💋💄

↷gojo satoru ...on an airplane

↷nanami kento ....during a zoom call

↷kurotsuchi mayuri ...in the bedroom

↷abarai renji ...during a zoom call

↷zaraki kenpachi ...in an alleyway

↷urahara kisuke ....in a dressing room

↷baji keisuke ....at the bar

↷kuchiki byakuya ....in a public bathroom

↷onyankopon ....on a balcony

↷tomioka giyuu ....at the mechanic shop

↷kyouraku shunsui ....against a cherry blossom tree

↷kurosaki ichigo ....in the classroom

↷kira izuru ....outside

↷muguruma kensei ....at the bike shop

↷kurosaki ichigo....in his dorm room

↷kaibara sen ....in the garage

↷abarai renji ....at a concert

↷haitani ran ....during a zoom meeting

↷ryuguji ken ....on the train

↷roy mustang & maes hughes ....in the office

↷amajiki tamaki ....against a wall

↷connie springer & sasha brauss ....at a dinner party

↷hanma shuji ....in the parking lot

↷higuruma hiromi ....on his private balcony

↷haitani rindou ....at the club

↷geto suguru ....at a bakery

↷haitani rindou ....at his parents' house

↷

dividers by @/hitobaby💗🫶🏽

#enchantedforestnetwork #milestone event #writing event #tumblr milestone #anime x reader #bleach x reader #mha x reader #jjk x reader #aot x reader #haikyuu x reader #💗💗🍡°events #get it poppin!💄event #byp🌹#Spotify

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derangedanomaly · 3 months

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Songs that I listen to while drawing the boys

(super random post- but I just thought I'd share this with ya lol. All of these songs fit them btw)

CHAOS:

Lana Del Rey: Diet Mountain Dew, Trash Magic, I want it all

Asteria: EYES ON ME, WHAT YOU WANT

Melanie Martinez: The Contortionist

6arelyhuman: Faster N Harder

DPR IAN: Don't Go Insane

Laurie Anderson: O Superman (ISTFG THIS FITS HIM SO MUCH)

Slowdive: When The Sun Hits

Lady Gaga: Heavy Metal Lover

Grimes: Genesis

Billie Eilish: What Was I Made For? (THIS ALSO FITS HIM SO MUCH)

Rihanna: Breaking Dishes, Disturbia

T-Pain: Take your shirt off

Chart: HEAVEN SAYS

Adele: Skyfall

Madonna: 4 Minutes

Bambee: Bumblebee

Elvis Presley: Can't help falling in love with you

NIGHTMARE:

Isabel LaRosa: Older

Mitski: Me and My Husband, Your best American Girl

Black Gryph0n: INSANE

Axie: I'M SANE, TERRIBLE THINGS

Insane Clown Posse: Halls Of Illusions

Beetlejuice musical: That Beautiful Sound

Namika: je ne parle pas français

Lana Del Rey: Once Upon A Dream

Dev: Monster

Slipknot: People = Shit

Lydia the Bard: Cover of TOXIC (Sadder and darker)

Heathers, the musical: Meant To Be Yours

Ayesha Erotica: Shitzu, Where you at, Hands Up!

Adele: Million Years Ago

Lady Gaga: Bad Romance

Theory of a Deadman: Bitch came back

ACE:

MCCAFFERTY: BeachBoy

Cigarettes After Sex: Cry, Sunsetz, Crush, Sweet, Apocalypse, K

Mitski: Lonesome Love, First Love / Late Spring

Mindless Self Indulgence: Lights Out

JT Music: Anytime You Smile

Miike Snow: Genghis Khan

Charlie XCX: Speed Drive

Tom Cardy: Red Flags

Connie Francis: Stupid Cupid

Arctic Monkeys: I wanna be yours

Jamie Foxx: Fly Love

Måneskin: GOSSIP

Melanie Martinez: Evil

Beyoncé: Beautiful Liar

Wheatus: Teenage Dirtbag

Queen: Bohemian Rhapsody

J. Cole: She knows

TV Girl: Lovers Rock

BLADE:

Lustra: Scotty Doesn't Know

Rammstein: Sonne

Tally Hall: Two Wuv

Mother Mother: Problems

6arelyhuman: Hands Up!, GMFU

Elvis Presley: Jailhouse Rock

Kreayshawn: Go Hard (La.La.La)

Toy-Box: E.T.

Boygenius: Not Strong Enough

4 Door Theater: Porcelain Face

Britney Manson: FASHION

Psychosticks: I can only count to four

Ryan Gosling: I'm just Ken (he's a fan 😔✋)

Tom Cardy: H.Y.C.Y.BH, Best Friends

Owl City: Good time

Dazey and the Scouts: Wet

TED:

Melanie Martinez: EVIL, Cake

Cavetown: Boys Will Be Bugs, Devil Town

Faouzia: Born Without a Heart

Maddie Zahm: Fat Funny Friend

Soddiken: Hansel

Mitsuki: Abbey

The Dresden Dolls: My Alcoholic Friends

Radiohead: Creep

Sarah Cothran: As The World Caves In

Skillet: Monster

TOOPOOR: Crazy Girls

Lady Gaga: Government Hooker (I just can't help but imagine the man's voice as Ted's- 😭)

6arelyhuman: XOXO

Insane Clown Posse: Halls of Illusion

Why did I actually spend my time doing this? 💀

#undertale #undertale fandom #sans undertale #chaos sans #undertale au #utmv #utmv au #art #undertale art #nightmare sans #dust sans #killer sans #horror sans

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leanxooo · 12 days

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first episode of mad riches coming soon… stay tuned.

#[… 🪷 — xoxo ]#connie springer x reader

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scumbagjaeger · 1 year

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AIRPORTS WITH THE SNK MEN

starring: Eren, Jean, Armin, Connie, Porco, Reiner, Levi, Zeke

rating: mostly sfw! 18+

notes: okay thanks for being patient everyone! This is going to be part 1 of a series I’m starting about vacationing with the snk men! This was super fun to make in preparation to my own vacation that I’m on now! Please let me know your thoughts and what else you’d like to see from me. Any other characters I should include? Solo drabbles or headcanons? Specific scenarios? Drop an ask!!

Part 2

EREN:

- Eren’s probably like 75% packed the day of the flight so the whole morning he’s scrambling to get the rest of his shit together

- I bet he has a gift of always having everything he needs? Has never forgotten a single item at home

- Probably looks like a model when he’s going to the airport, TSA and finding the gate and whatnot

- Like so damn effortless?? It’s all in his intense eyes and furrowed brow, he looks like he’s constantly smoldering

- In reality he’s just lost

- “(Y/N).” “What?” “We’ve been going the wrong direction for the past fifteen minutes. Our gate is the other way.”

- Eren is so bad with directions!! He just assumes he can figure it out without looking at a map

- He can’t

- I bet he’d sleep on you, head in your lap or just fully laid on top of you while you’re waiting to board

- Doesn’t want guys to hit on you while he’s asleep so he is literally on your lap the entire time to let them know you’re taken

- RIP if you have to pee he’s not getting up

- He’ll let you sleep on him during the plane to make up for it though? Poor guy can’t sleep on planes

- Just plays games on his phone the entire time or takes pictures of you sleeping to show you later

- Probably has the big clunky headphones for the plane ride but he’ll let you borrow them if you forget yours

- And he’ll sit in the middle seat for you xoxo

JEAN:

- Packed and ready to go the day before your flight

- But he’s the worst when it comes to packing!!!

- “Did you happen to pack an extra charger? Shit..” ends up buying the super overpriced ones at the airport, sorry king

- Otherwise he’d fully forget his carryon bag and have to turn around to pick it up from home, causing you both to almost miss your flight!!

- Probably the kind of guy to pay for TSA pre check or some other fancy upgrades during the flight

- Honestly probably just buys a bunch of expensive ass shit from the airport and doesn’t understand that he doesn’t have to do that?? “Gee, $16 for a burger? Okay I guess” like bro stop at McDonalds beforehand

- Super prepared for TSA and boarding, has you both checked in online already

- I bet he’d actually like walking around the airport and chatting with you, excited to go on a vacation with you! Doesn’t like to sit still while waiting to board

- Probably feels more comfortable having an arm around you or hold your hand while you wander the airport or wait to board

- Just wants to make sure you’re safe, plus he’s an affectionate guy when he’s sleepy and boy can he sleep on flights

- Probably has a neck pillow

- Would also probably be down to do some skincare stuff with you on the flight?? Like a mask or something hahah

- ALWAYS jokes about joining the mile high club with you, raising his eyebrows and elbowing you as you scoot out of your seat to go to the bathroom. “Oh? Should I come too?”

- So sorry. He needs to be in the aisle seat because of his big long legs, so you’re probably going to be stuck in the middle or window (‘:

- Will wake up well rested and is completely oblivious to your suffering. “Mornin’, sunshine! Sleep okay? What do you mean, you didn’t sleep at all???”

ARMIN:

- Super prepared and packed

- The type of traveler to provide you with a packing list and an itinerary for the trip??? So cute

- AND he’ll make sure to pack an extra charger just in case you forget one, a true hero

- “(Y/N) I figured you’d enjoy seeing this museum since I know you’re interested in architecture from that period, and I know that their collection has a really nice display!!!“ the whole trip has little surprises that he takes you to see!

- He will get you both to the airport like four hours too early, so sorry

- You guys are both sitting waiting to board for hours and he’s just reading one of the books he brought, so you better make sure you have a way to pass time lmao

- He will absolutely let you borrow a book otherwise :)

- Will talk your ear off (in a good way) about whatever place you’re going to!! Has researched the location thoroughly and will randomly tell you fun facts or anecdotes about the places you’ll visit!

- Honestly probably gets a bit anxious when it comes to airports?? They’re super hectic and he just wants to avoid as much stress as possible

- Too anxious to nap while waiting for the plane to board so I’d imagine him almost nodding up and then his head jolting back upright yk?

- But that means he’ll be out like a light immediately after take off!

- Would honestly love the window seat probably but will let you get first pick(: as long as you keep the window open so he can watch take off!!!

- Has one of those mini book lights so he can read without bothering others on the plane, in case he wakes up

- Might be a touch grumpy after the flight but I mean that’s his fault for always opting for the window seat

- After a quick stop at the hotel to drop off bags and take a nap and he’s good to go!

CONNIE:

- Contrary to what you might think I promise he is not a constant ball of energy

- Honestly similar to Eren I feel like he would just look so effortless??

- But secretly there is so much effort lol he definitely makes you look at his options for clothes for the AIRPORT

- “I gotta look like I’m not trying, yeah? Which pair of joggers makes my ass look good babe?”

- Chunky headphones, large ass fancy sneakers, etc

- Is so bad at directions too but who cares! Y’all get to the airport with enough time to spare and Connie’s kind of incapable of being in a bad mood when it comes to his vacations

- “Oh, I think our gates on the other side of the airport but check out this dope little snack shop, we can stock up for the 50 mile walk to our gate!” (It’s a ten minute walk)

- Honestly would be super fun to travel with, probably the perfect balance of keeping you busy/chatting and doing his own thing?

- While you guys settle in and wait to board he’s pointing out random people (discreetly!) and giving them entire backgrounds and life stories

- I feel like kids would be drawn to him too? So randomly he’ll nudge you and gesture towards a kid in a stroller who has been looking at him for seven minutes

- “What do I do? Should I square up?” Connie NO it’s a child

- Otherwise he’s probably going to have his headphones on, playing some game on his phone, and has an arm draped around you casually

- For some reason he’s obsessed with airport gift shops? He doesn’t care that they’re super overpriced

- “(Y/N) let’s get souvenir magnets!! 2 for $10!” “Connie we haven’t left our hometown yet” “I wonder if Sasha wants a magnet too…”

- Will probably sit wherever on the airplane so he lets you take the aisle seat, but heads up this man cannot hold his bladder so it might be better to give up the aisle, he’s up five times a flight at least

PORCO:

- Silently brooding for most of the time at the airport

- Doesn’t like them at all?? Too many obnoxious people, security is crowded and stressful, food is overpriced, etc

- Similar to Jean, forgets the most basic things like headphones or a phone charger and has to shell out like $20 for a shitty pair

- Also I feel like he just happens to be stopped for a pat down whenever he flies?? (I got one and they said certain pants materials light up their machine)

- I promise he’s super polite when it comes to TSA and other people at the airport but he’s just constantly inconvenienced by every little thing?? He just has bad luck is all

- Once you make it to the gate he throws on a pair of sunglasses and tucks himself into a chair and sleeps lmao

- He probably has a tradition of watching movies or something all night before leaving for vacation? Just a weird thing but he swears it’s good luck

- “(Y/N) c’mon we have to watch all of the Jurassic Park movies tonight. If we don’t the flight might be cancelled c’mon I already made popcorn for the both of us I can’t eat it all myself. (Y/N), babe, c’mon”

- That’s probably why he’s grumpy at the airport lmao he didn’t sleep at all the night before

- He’s also the kind of guy to insist on holding all of your luggage for you even though you both have 2 bags and it’s kind of a lot

- If you guys end up sitting in an exit row he’d spend a good portion of the trip panicking internally about the hypothetical situation in which he has to open the airplane door

- He spends the rest of the flight asleep or doing a crossword on his phone lol

- Oh he’d love to watch a movie with you on the flight!!

- The back of the seat TV thing yk?? He’d be so bad at trying to sync up both of your screens so you can watch together

- And his $20 shitty headphones are already busted so you guys end up watching together on your screen, cuddled up and using your headphones together

REINER:

- Oh lord he’d try so hard to prepare everything so that you guys can have a stress free vacation

- The type of guy to take things personally when they go wrong??

- “What do you mean our flight got delayed thirty minutes ☹️”

- Not mad at anyone!! Super polite and respectful obviously!! But he feels like it’s his fault

- “(Y/N)… I’m so sorry. I mistakingly booked us business class seats instead of economy” “Reiner those are literally NICER seats it’s fine!!”

- Will carry all of your bags the entire time

- He’s definitely brought some of your skincare products in his carryon bag because he was worried about you not having room in your suitcase

- Omg he’d also make sure there’s room for souvenirs in his bag!!

- I bet he’d come home with every cheesy little trinket, either as a gift for his friends and family or for you both to keep!

- If you wanted him to, he’d probably clean your cuticles or something while you’re waiting to board

- He just gets so much relief from knowing that you’re taken care of, he’s so honored to be able to take care of you😭 I love him

- That’s why he’ll totally take the window or middle seat to give you more leg room with the aisle

- Which goes horribly wrong because as we know Reiner is a large man

- Will let you sleep on him during the flight too, even if he cannot sleep

- After the flight the poor man just finds the nearest empty spot and lies down on the ground for four minutes to recover from being scrunched up for so long

LEVI:

- Similar to Porco, he just looks so grumpy at the airport, even more than usual

- They’re just so loud and the kids are annoying and they’re so hectic?? And unpredictable and gross??

- If you’re stressed at all he’ll definitely put on a brave face and lead you to your gate

- But in a moment of weakness might reach out for your hand during boarding, just to make sure you’re there

- Will also sleep on you once you’re in a secluded area of your boarding area

- Once he’s out, he’s OUT

- I’d imagine him being a really light sleeper normally, but in high stress situations he’s probably a lot harder to wake

- Especially when he’s going on a vacation with you yk?

- I feel like it’s 50/50 whether he’s prepared for the trip or not btw

- If he is prepared, he has your passport and boarding pass neatly waiting for you

- If not, he’s one of those people who holds up the line as he shuffles through his bag for it 💀 he just forgets that he needs it out it’s not his fault!

- He likes the window seat because he can lean against the window and sleep during the flight

- Doesn’t want to admit it’s because he knows he’s small and should be the one to sit there hahahah

- Also his ears probably pop really bad so the window seat isn’t the best for him but he’s stubborn 💀

- RUNS out of the airport as soon as y’all exit the plane

ZEKE:

- Maybe it’s just a Jaeger gene, but he also looks so effortlessly good at the airport??

- Unlike Eren though, he’s good at navigation so he’s got you both where you need to be with little to no stress

- Probably a touch intense when it comes to inconveniences though??? Poor airport workers

- He’s not mean he’s just very direct

- “😐 what do you mean we aren’t sitting together, can’t you just move some other people around?”

- Actually I bet he’d reserve seats for you both so that you can sit together but like each have aisle seats? Honestly the smartest of the bunch because that way you both get leg room

- Honestly I feel like Zeke is super put together so on vacations he might seem kind of lazy?

- But it’s the only time he gets to ease off yk

- So it might seem like he’s being too nonchalant about things or where you’re going yk?

- Like he’d be content just staying home with you for a week and getting to be away from work

- And he is excited about whatever you both have planned!! He’s just a “we’re play it by ear” type of guy

- “So what do you want to do after we drop off our stuff at the hotel?” “I don’t care” 😐😐 thanks Zeke

- But I promise he’s excited okay

- He’d probably want to hold your hand during the flight in between doing his crosswords lol, but he’d squeeze your hand as you prepare to land!!

- Snores on the plane. Sorry.

Thanks for reading!! Hope you enjoyed(: where would you want these boys to take you? Let me know if you want more of this series!

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