#hange x onyankopon

[10yearsatleast]

Dude your art is so cool!! I think I love these ships more now!! 💕

my loveyez

yuri moblit and hange :3c

[mikyapixie]

Attack On Titan: LAST ATTACK New Countdown Illustration!!!

[nova2kss]

HE thrusted up into you while you were on top.

your hands bonded by fluffy pink handcuffs, his calloused hands pulling your hips down on to his shaft.

"f-fuckkk, i cant" you damn near shouted

" yea you can give me on more" he would reply, followed by a throaty groan.

he would then take one of his hands and wrap it around you're throat pulling you in for a rough, sloppy spit filled kiss, telling you to take it all.

" fuck, im gonna cumm" you whimpered out while laying your head on his shoulder, desperately wanting out of those damp cuffs just to touch him.

"c-cum baby, m'shit... cum with me" he would moan out in response, his thrust coming to a halt.

HE came inside of you to claim you.

HE was yours.

Eren, Jean, Reiner, Levi, 0nyankopon, Erwin, Zeke

[dreamingon-forever]

New Marleyan Levihan for Brave Order

Marley Levihan saga continues. They truly got to see the world outside of the walls for the first time there.

[armeenix]

Aot characters when they see you at a party

Fluff!<3 slightly suggestive possibly !Fem! Reader

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CONNIE

•connie was eating snacks in the kitchen with jean and Sasha

•you and onyankopan walked into the kitchen so that he could introduce you to everyone and let me say when connie first layed eyes on you he almost dropped his food💀

•he couldn't help but look you up and down. You looked so fine in your outfit

•from the moment you sat down he tried his best to sound cool so he could impress you. He even went as far as trying to impress you with his Spanish but somehow he forgot how to say some things (his momma would not be proud 💀)

•eventually you and oyankopan got up so you could go meet the others. After you left Jean and Sasha would not stop making fun of connie

•he was so embarrased😭

•at the end of the night he went home disappointed at the fact that he didn't get your number but then his phone buzzed with a text that said, "hey this is the girl from the party I got your number from sasha✌️😗"

•this man almost squealed like a little girl when he saw that it was you that texted him lol

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ARMIN

•Armin was carpooling with eren and mikasa when they made a quick stop to pick you up

•when he saw you walk out your door his face immediately began turning a shade of red.

•when you got in the car and looked at armjn you noticed how red he was and asked him if he was sick or something💀 (he face reddened even more when you talked to him)

•"uh-uhm yea I'm good" he tried to make his voice deeper so he would sound more attractive (eren and mikasa noticed the change in pitch and tried their hardest not to laugh💀)

•the entire car ride he avoided looking or talking to you (he was so nervous😭)

•the entire night at the party he avoided you as best as he could, this man went to extreme lengths just to avoid you so he wouldn't embarras himself💀

•at one point you, eren, and mikasa walked over to check on him but he quickly stood up and claimed that connie needed his help in the kitchen

•imma be so honest, armin tripped like five times around you💀

•at the end of the night eren and mikasa claimed that they were gonna help clean the house so they were staying back, so that meant that armin had to drive you home

•he was a nervous wreck😭 he was tripping over his words, stuttering, his hands were shaking too💀

•when you arrived at your place you got out and quickly walked to his window. He rolled it down and look at you curiously. You leaned down and kissed his cheek before thanking him for driving you home and heading inside

•when you walked in the house he giggled like a child and ran his fingers through his hair

•that was his first time getting a kiss from a girl

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ONYANKOPAN

•he was not messing around

•from the moment he saw you walk in he was already walking towards you to go introduce himself

•he was not wasting any time💀

Y: can I ask your a question?

O: yea wassup?

Y: why did you come and talk to me so fast?

O: because you look amazing tonight and I wanted to make sure I talked to you before any of the others could

•you end up spending the whole night with him even after the party💀

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YMIR + HISTORIA

•ay listen if they both want you they both want you🤷‍♀️

•ymir and historia where sitting down on the couch when historia noticed you walk in

•immediately she brought ymirs attention to you

•Sasha, annie, and mikasa all walked over to the couch and introduced you to ymir and historia who were very excited to meet you

S: hey guys this is y/n! We're just kinda introducing her to everybody so she can get comfortable. Y/n this is ymir and historia

Y: uh, hey wassup

H: hi!

Ymir: hey

•you were lowkey nervous with how they were staring at you but in the end you ended up sitting on the couch and talking with them for most of the party

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HANGE

•neither you or hange remember how it happened but one minute you were being introduced to eachother and the next yall were upstairs, in a room, with barely any clothes on💀

•I don't even know what to say about hange bro like everything happened so fast that you don't even remember walking up the stairs and into a room with hange

•now does that stop what is occurring in that moment between the two of you?

•yeah no. Absolutely not, it's a confident no from me💀

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[rivai-hana]

Cute Hange 😘🥰

[casualaruanienjoyer]

Do you ship Levi with Hange or Erwin (your answer determines whether or not you get to live 🔫☺️)

Hi Anon! I'm more of a Levihan shipper myself, though more recently @fromriches-tosin opened my eyes to the possibility of Levi x Onyankopon and Levi and Zeke too.

But to answer your question in particular, it's Levi and Hange for me all the way 🫶

[hollowfyshunsuikubo]

Personal AOT HCs

AN: My best friend started me on this anime purely because they thought I’d like Erwin. They were right of course but the lore elements are cool too. (Please take this peace offering before my very long Bleach x reader ily)

Featuring: As many as I can fit.

Contains: NSFW, Crack, fluff, a lil angst

MINORS DNI I WILL CONTACT YOUR PARENTS.

Hange can sleep anywhere. Like. Anywhere. Moblit has found her sleeping in/on: tables, roofs, a horse, a wild horse, a tree, in a hole, on the stairs, upside down from her ODM gear, and once in Levi’s office.

Onyankapon tries so hard to be a Cool Uncle but ends up coming off like a Weed Fuckboy Chill Cousin. He's also really good at chess.

Erwin liked to adopt little stray cats. HQ was always full of them- little kittens, Mama cats, grumpy old street veterans with ear nicks and scars. He loves them hard enough for them to miss him when he's gone.

Levi hated the cats but sometimes pet them. In his grief after Erwin died he sent them all away to good homes. A tiny little kitten remained hidden in Erwins old room and ate scraps for two months before Levi found it. He kept that single one. It has blue eyes.

Sasha has an incredibly high metabolism, which is why she eats so much. She needs protein and carbs constantly. If she got enough, she'd be twice as strong and Reiner and would benchpress Mike for fun.

Connie shaved his head until some girl mentioned he'd look hot with soft curls. THEN he started growing it out a little.

Jean is so devoted to Mikasa he doesn't sleep with anyone else. Well, there was that really weird night with that guy, but that doesn't count... right.

Eren is both so homophobic and so ally it's hard to tell that he's bisexual.

Armin has the biggest library. Erwin, for some random reason, left him all his books. Levi didn't contest that. In some books, Erwin even left little annotations- speaking even though he is gone. Armin flips through the pages often, wondering if the Commander he didn't know so well would have ever seen him as a son, if he had lived.

Yelena doesn't know who's right or wrong, a lot of the time. She agrees with Eren, people should pay. But the lives that will be lost... is war really worth it? She sits up at night with a drink and a cigarette glaring at the moon, wondering if her ideals are placed in the wrong people. But never once does she defect or speak out.

I'd like to think in their vulnerable moments, Mikasa and Annie sneak out together after the Rumbling. They sit under the stars and train for a little. They end up covered in bruises. Annie admits she's sorry. Mikasa admits she is too. They keep fighting, because what else is there now?

Historia cares for her child, but can't look at her daughter. She sees to much of what she wished she had, too much of a life she was denied. She loves her little daughter, but can't help but resent her too. Historia is scared she'll end up like her mother, and pushes all of it down.

Before he died, Beretoldt thought about how his life was going to save another person's life, but in the back of his mind he wished he could see his parents one last time. He was, after all, only a child.

Reiner went to therapy, once. He cried and cried and cried. He hasn't gone back, but his mind feels better. He can finally sit down and put his life into reasonable order. He misses Porco, oddly enough. He misses being told the truth and seen as just a man.

Annie misses the feeling of her Titan. If you asked her, she'd say it's like a puzzle piece is missing, a warm embrace ripped from her. Her crystal was the last thing from her Titan that felt like a home. She'd say it's like missing the skin of your back because you peeled it off. She'd say it's a longing. But she doesn't talk, not often now.

When Eren and Mikasa fucked off to Switzerland, they had a ball of a time. Mikasa got really good at cooking, Eren finally learned to chill the fuck out, and of course: geese. Lots of geese.

Floch, weirdly enough, unlike Jean, has a lot of sexual experience. The girls he sleeps with says he's a damnable bastard in person, but actually kind of sweet in bed. Sure he's rough but he makes sure they like it. He has four bastard children and he's very, very proud.

Sasha and Connie would sometimes just fight with long sticks. Hey Siri, play "Duel of The Fates" I should write for Star Wars they got really good at it.

Eren and Floch had a one night stand. Yelena walked in on them halfway through and laughed so hard they stopped. It's never happened again, but Yelana likes to hint at it.

Zeke often just fucking. Sits there. He'll just be brooding and he'll zone back in and what the fuck it's been three hours why didn't anyone tell me. He likes his beard as well, he doesn't like to shave it because he's got a bit of a baby face, and he even has a comb specifically for grooming it. He gets bitches too. He's a big fan of pussy eating btw. Really, really big.

Historia knows what a strap is. No she will not tell anyone but they KNOW it was Ymir. A bad influence even after her goddamn death.

Gabi wakes up screaming some nights, begging for it to stop, begging to be able to go back, to not do what she did. Falco tries to comfort her, but some nights, all she can say is "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm sorry Sasha." Connie, sometimes, hears this. He gets... Angry. And sad too, knowing that Gabi was just a kid, indoctrinated and brainwashed, and that her regrets equal his own.

[sommerflue-22]

Little Things They Do... (Pt. 2)

Little things they do to show you they love you

Read the other parts: Part 1 // Part 3

Featuring: Hange Zoe, Erwin Smith, Levi Ackerman, Onyankopon, Yelena, Nicolo

Warning: Modern setting, gn!Hange

Word Count: 650

Author Note

Hi, this is another version of "Little Things They Do"! I've linked the first part above for you to read. Here is the song I listened to while writing this. These actions can be perceived platonically or romantically, whatever suits you. Let me know if you want me to write for other characters as well!

Hange

Not everyone can appreciate Hange the way they are, so enthusiastic in certain subjects to the point where they can explain stuff that can't be found in Wikipedia. Having you around them, someone who appreciates them and supports them in whatever they do, is something that Hange never takes for granted. Whenever you both are having a conversation, Hange likes to drop a few 'fun facts' or trivial knowledges they've attained in their free time. They make it sound amusing as well, like that one line from a Philomena Cunk episode "The Egyptians believed that the most important thing you could do in your life was die."

Erwin

Erwin most likely pays close attention to small details such as how your necktie is crooked, or a tiny splatter of ketchup in your cheek after you ate your food. He will fix it for you every time. Expect him to stop you from rushing somewhere when you're already late, just for him to fix your hair a little bit. Also the constant reminder for you to tie your shoes because somehow they're always undone. He's just afraid that you'll trip over your own feet. It's not like you're that clumsy and untidy, he just cares about you a lot.

Levi

Levi is the cleanest and tidiest person you've ever met in your entire life, but he just lets you do things that usually irks him out. Whenever you come over to his place, he'll let you leave your dirty plate or cup in the sink. He'll wash it for you. He let you touch his TV remote even though your fingers are greasy from your snack. He'll wipe it later. He let you work/do your assignments in his living room, your papers and miscellaneous stuff scattered around the place. He'll help you pick them up later. It's his way to repay your kindness because amongst his closest circle, you deal with his sad and gloomy side the most.

Onyankopon

Onyankopon will happily help you take aesthetic pictures for your social media, anytime, anywhere, even if it's really crowded. He'll go crouching down, tilting his body, all out to get the best pictures. He knows how to change the setting, the ISO and all, of both digital cameras and smartphones. He will tell you where to stand and which way to face, working with the light to complement your figure. He takes it seriously. It's rare to find someone who is willing to take pictures for you, let alone one who is really good at it.

Yelena

Most of the time Yelena is calm and composed, which is why she kind of insisted in speaking on your behalf. No matter if you both are in a restaurant, in a bar, or at the dentist, she will speak for you. She just noticed a long time ago how you often have a hard time explaining things, something that is really easy for her to do. At first she said it's because you take too long when ordering food, or your voice was shaking as you talk to strangers it bothers her. However, as the time goes by, you realize it's her way to take care of you. You don't have to worry when you're out with Yelena, she will handle everything.

Nicolo

You and Nicolo eat together, like, almost in every chance you both get. Be it a fancy dinner, or snacking together while watching a movie at home, you both love to share your food. For some reason, whenever you have to open a packaging, Nicolo will grab it and open it for you. Once he teared the packaging open, he'll give it back to you. Nicolo is also a big "do you wanna try my food" guy. He will cut half of his steak and move it to your plate. He will break a KitKat in two and share a half of it with you.

I've never written anything about Onyankopon, Yelena, and Nicolo but apparently it was fun. I think I have a crush on Yelena now idk. I hope you like it as well! Lemme know what you think :3

[anime-fan-05]

Hello my friend; For my first request, I wanted to see if you could do a headcanon with the Attack on Titan with a black s/o or my Oc Leah but with a cosmic universal spiritual power(she’s younger than Eren and she's 5'2) and She has the power of the Zodiac Sign Taurus (Since her birthday is April 23rd and she is younger than Eren by a few months) which is known as earth, give life and death with the power of Emotion Empowerment and Spiritual Gateways/Tears(she can open portals to different places) with glowing stars/ balls of light (which can channel their emotions into powers) and a variety of magical powers such as Flight, Telekinesis, Force fields, Teleporting, and Telepathy, Creation of Shooting Star Showers, Levitation, Gravity Manipulation, Hologram-Like Projections.❤️😊❤️😊

Attack on Titan ~Characters with a black reader with cosmic goddess powers~

Manga/anime: Attack on Titan

Warnings: spoilers of all the manga

I wrote as if the reader was your OC, I hope you don't mind!

Eren probably has an interest in you, after all, you both have supernatural powers. He really likes your manners, especially your thoughtfulness towards those you care about. He has a crush on you and, the more the years pass, the more he will love you. When he's stuck in Marley, he'll always be thinking of you, praying that you're okay; when he's locked up in the Survey Corps prison and you come to talk to him, he'll treat you with indifference, but in his mind he'll apologize to you a thousand times. He'll always think of you, even when Mikasa kills him.

Armin loves your intelligence and your thirst for knowledge. You two talk a lot, especially about your powers and the outside world. What struck him most was your taking care of your loved ones. Every time you take care of him, he blushes a lot and stammers all the time. He probably has a little crush on you, but I think your relationship will become more that of a brother-sister as the years go by.

Since Eren likes you, Mikasa will be like your big sister and, after everyone discovers your powers, she will be your "bodyguard". Does anyone make fun of you about your height or age or your powers? She will look at him with her murderous gaze. You two take care of Armin and Eren together, and you two support and console each other.

Jean is your great friend, even if sometimes he flirts and jokes with you just to make Eren mad. However, he never actually does it seriously. Sometimes you two think about how to get him and Mikasa together, although many times they don't work out. He thinks of you as a little sister, and he'll always try to defend you.

Sasha adores you. When you two are together, you only talk about food; sometimes you compete to see who can eat the greatest number of dishes (these contests often end in a draw and with your superiors angry). She understands you, because she too is sometimes labeled as different because she eats a lot. You, Sasha and Connie are the joke trio in the entire Survey Corps.

Like Sasha, Connie adores you. You two do a lot of stupid things together! Like Sasha, he also understands you: due to some of your attitudes you're often described as stupid, like him, and he won't think twice about defending you from those who have offended you. When Sasha dies, you'll console each other.

Ymir admires you for your strength, but she doesn't like you: since Historia likes you and you has a very lovable nature, she fears you might take her away from her. However, when she understands you and Eren love each other, she'll behave better towards you. When she's about to die, she will entrust Historia to you.

You are Historia's royal advisor and lady-in-waiting, although you also fight in the Survey Corps. She always liked you (not in the romantic sense), but she's adored you even more since you consoled her for Ymir's death. She even calls you Star Princess because of your powers! When she has her baby, she will make you her godmother.

Annie doesn't like your manners. The only thing she appreciates you for is that you never forced her to fight you when you were paired up for close combat matches when you were training. However, when you Eldians ally with Marley's warriors and Magath against Eren, she will appreciate you also for your determination to kill the one you love, and, before boarding the ship, she will ask you to protect Armin.

At first Reiner was only interested in your powers. However, as time goes by he's more and more conflicted: he's become very fond of you, but he knows he must also kidnap you to take you to Marley to study your powers; when the Survey Corps saves you, he'll be both relieved and dejected. When you Eldians ally with the Marleyans against Eren, he'll beg you to forgive him for everything he has done.

Like Reiner, at first Bertholdt was only interested in your powers and he appreciates you too the more time passes. He feels very comfortable talking to you and, in the end, he'll no longer want to kidnap you, but he'll be forced to do so. In fact, when you are their prisoner, he'll take you aside and apologize to you. When he's about to die, he'll beg you to save him.

For your nature you remind Levi Furlan and for your way of acting you remind him of Isabel. He is very overprotective, respectful, affectionate and loving, although he demonstrates these in his own way, for example staying close to you during expeditions. He treats you and will always treat you like his little sister. If you call him "nii-san" (big brother), he might be moved because he'll think of Isabel.

Hange is like your crazy uncle/aunt. Although, actually, when they learned about your powers, they thought you were a titan and wanted to analyze you. They try to help you with your heart murmur, attempting to come up with something that can relieve the pain, and in exchange you help them with his titan experiments. When they die, they will regret they couldn't help you with your problem.

Erwin really likes your mind and how you think, so he's very protective of you, almost like a father. He wanted to make you Commander of the Survey Corps, but when he told you, you refused in favor of Armin. However, you'll always be one of the main points of his plans: for example, he was the one who advised you to become Historia's advisor, in order to act as an intermediary between her and the Corps.

When people see you and Onyankopon, they think you're father and daughter. In fact, they don't even think badly, because he really treats you like a daughter. The first thing that struck him was your skin: he was very surprised you also had dark skin like him; if someone tries to offend you because of this, they'll have to face their wrath. When you kill Eren, he'll ask you to live with him as his daughter.

The first time you and Yelena met, she wasn't surprised about your powers: Eren told her about you, reiterating the fact that no one should have ever hurt you. She talks to you a lot and tells you about Marley, thus becoming almost like a mother or an aunt to you. When you're in Odiha, you'll console her about the failure of Zeke's plan and she will beg you to stop Eren. When you kill Eren, she'll ask you to live with her too.

Niccolò loves your love for his food and he's very surprised that you eat so much without gaining weight or feeling sick. He really enjoys cooking all of Marley's dishes for you and loves it when you teach him the Island ones. When Sasha dies, he'll come to you for comfort. After Eren's death, he'll continue to cook for you.

At first Gabi hated you: for her you were just one of the Devils of Paradis. However, now she adores you since you saved her and Falco from Niccolò's fury and she will try to console you after Eren treats you badly. After Eren dies, she will introduce you to her family and will come to visit you periodically with them.

Unlike Gabi, Falco immediately appreciated you. The first time you met was at the Blouse house: you had gone to visit Sasha's parents and you recognized him and Gabi, but you didn't unmask them. In fact, you asked them how they were and what they were doing there. He almost sees you as his big sister and calls you "nee-san" (big sister). After you kill Eren, he'll come to visit you very often.

Porko doesn't like you, because you're his enemy and because you and the other Eldian soldiers attacked his house. He doesn't know how to react when, after infiltrating Paradis' army, you realize he's a warrior but you don't say anything: he's a mixture of surprise, recognition and anger. He also won't know how to react when you try to save him just before Falco devours him.

From the first time she saw you, Pieck knew you were a special person, but not because of your powers: more because you made Reiner's will waver. Anyway, she didn't like you at first, since you were an enemy. You fought twice, and she admits that you were stronger than her. When you team up together, she will be kind to you, and after you kill Eren, you'll be great friend.

Zeke learnt about you and about your powers from Reiner and Bertholdt. In your first meeting, he was both amazed and softened by your and Eren's relationship, emotions heightened when Eren told him he would abandon the euthanasia plan if anyone hurt you. You'll talk to each other in the Paths for the last time and you and Armin will convince him to let Levi kill him to stop Eren.

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[prettygiri222]

Summary: At your boyfriend Onyankopon's backyard pool, what could happen?

Onyankopon x Black Fem Reader SMUT

“girl I wanna handle you, put my hands up on you, baby…” you softly sang while scrolling through your boyfriend Onyankopon’s phone. you were in your own little world, lightly swaying in the water of his backyard pool as you queued up music. you were wearing a sparkly pink bikini that left very little to the imagination, Onya feared that during any little movement, your tits would spill out.

you and Onya hadn’t gone very far in your relationship, the most you’ve done so far was heated make-out sessions. you were a shy little thing when Onya first met you so he didn’t want to do anything to make you uncomfortable. he opted to smoke a blunt to calm his nerves tonight, he asked if you wanted a hit but you said no. 

instead of feeling relaxed, he became hyper-aware of your second lips slipping out of your bikini. he was trying his best to be respectful and not look but it was so hard, especially when you bent over to shake your ass, making waves in the water when your favourite songs came on.

you were taking sneak peeks at Onya as he smoked on the other side of the pool not wanting you to get a “second hand” high. but the herbal scent still wafted close. your man was so fine, he had a freshly done taper fade that exposed his chiselled jaw. his chest tattoo was on full display and his neck was decorated with a gold chain that held your initials in cursive with a little heart. the reflection of light off of the pool gave his dark skin a glowing hue. 

you could feel yourself grow wetter in the pool, your fluid tainting your boyfriend's pool. you looked back down at the phone to distract yourself. but you couldn't help but want to relieve the feeling.

Onya watched you with the gaze of a hunter stalking its prey. he wanted to know what you tasted like, you always filled his nostrils with the sweet scent of cocoa butter. he imagined that you would taste no different. 

“when you gon let me eat you out babygirl?” Onya’s husky voice echoed in the empty backyard. your eyes widened in shock at his blunt statement but the words went straight to your core. Onya shocked himself as well, he was thinking about it but he he wasn’t going to say it. you slowly turned around to look at your boyfriend seeing him put out the end of his blunt, he said it so he was gonna stand on it.

“Onya! what are you…” you stopped mid-sentence making eye contact with his red eyes. he was manspreading on the edge of the pool, his wet trunks sticking to his skin exposing his boner but he wasn’t ashamed. he followed your eyes smiling when he found what you were looking at. he jumped into the pool and slowly made his way over to you, holding eye contact till he got too close and you broke it. you looked to the side nervously, your lower stomach was doing flips.

“you ain’t hear what I said?” his usual deep voice sounded hoarse as he whispered in your ear. he pulled back to look at you, loving the way you were turning into putty without him even touching you. you guys were so close but so far, you backed into the wall when Onya came close but he had you trapped now. he let his question hang in the air waiting for your answer.

“I did” you whispered, still avoiding eye contact. he didn’t even have to touch you and you were already losing it. you wanted him so bad, but you were speechless. the tension was so thick it was suffocating.

“you gon let me have a taste?” he asked. you nodded your head, biting your lip. finally, given the green light he’s been looking for, Onya pounced on you, capturing your lips in a deep kiss. he took your ass in his palms, groping you as he pulled you closer. you gasped into the kiss and he used the opportunity to slither his tongue into your mouth. you closed your eyes and wrapped your hands around his neck pulling him in deeper, feeling your tongues mould together.

the spicy taste of the weed was present in his mouth but there was an underlying sweetness of the honey candy he was always sucking. without breaking the kiss Onya grabbed you by the thighs and pulled you onto the ledge of the pool, situating him in between your legs as he stood tall in the pool. he took the chance to grind into you, feeling you melt into the kiss. 

your boyfriend's tongue gently sucked on yours swallowing up your moans, it wasn't long till you were out of breath. he felt you pulling back but he grabbed you by the back of the neck so you couldn’t break this kiss. his other hand moved to play with the strings of your bikini at your hips, slowly untying them. 

only when he started feeling you gasp for breath he pulled back, breaking the string of saliva between your lips. you looked up at him with blown-out pupils and the view went straight to his dick, your soft lips swollen, your perky nipples from the cool air, your brown skin glistening and the invisible locs that framed your sculpted face. you were perfect in his eyes.

Onya bit his big plump lips as he peeled your bikini off, he was salivating at the thought of finally seeing lil ma. but before he could reveal her you grabbed onto his strong arms and closed your legs.

“wait Onya!” he rolled his eyes but waited for you to speak. “we’re outside, what if one of your neighbours sees us?” you didn’t really care about his neighbours if you were being honest, you just wanted a second to breathe. you’ve never had a guy go down on you so you didn’t know what to expect and you were a little nervous.

Onya didn’t say anything as he got out of the pool beside you and walked over to the towels on the lawn chairs. you looked at his back in worry, did you make him mad? you watched silently as he walked back over to you with an intense burning in his eyes. he wrapped the towel over your wet body before picking you and your discarded bikini up.

you wrapped your legs around his waist shivering at the feeling of the cold night air against your exposed core and his hard-on rubbing against your stomach. he kicked open the glass door and hastily made his way across the living room and into his bedroom. he dropped you softly onto the bed, briefly exposing your lower half before you fixed the towel.

“is this better?” he looked deep into your eyes trying to sense any discomfort. you shuffled under the intensity of his gaze. Onyankopon was always such a gentleman, no matter how heated things got he never went further if you didn’t want to. but you were getting a bit frustrated, it’s not that you never wanted things to go further you just didn’t know how to initiate things. 

“I need to hear you say yes baby,” he asked, sensing your hesitation. despite his demeanour, Onya was slowly losing it, he wanted you, no, he needed you. he was desperate to get a taste of you at this point if you said no he could see himself getting on his knees to beg.

“I want you, Onya,” you affirmed, holding his gaze. your boyfriend didn’t waste any more time. he dropped to his knees on the floor and grabbed you by the ankles to pull you toward the end of his king size bed. he was moving like a starved man, he made quick work of the towel and your bra leaving you exposed. but he couldn’t help but stare at you in awe, his beautiful girlfriend bare before him.

“stop staring, it’s embarrassing.” you lightly kicked his shoulder to get him out of his trance. he was staring at your naked body for so long you were starting to feel a little self-conscious. his gaze was intense, you could see the yearning in his deep brown eyes.

“you’re so beautiful, I can't help it.” he smiled up at you before he got to work. Onya grabbed the underneath of your thighs and pushed them up so they were out of the way. exposing your glistening two toned lips. 

“shit, you ever touch yourself down here?” Onya hissed looking at your tiny hole. his dick jumped at the sight but he didn't think he would be able to fuck it tonight. it would be a tight fit. he would have to stretch you out and get you used to something smaller first, like his fingers.

“when I think about you,” you airly confessed. you looked up at the ceiling thinking of the countless nights after Onya dropped you home after hours of steamy makeout sessions that led to nothing. where his hands would ghost over your zipper unaware of your throbbing core desperate for his touch. how the thick material of his jeans prevented you from feeling his dick.

when you got home you would busy yourself playing with your little bud. imagining how Onya would fuck you, how he'd fill you up so well. on the days your dripping cunt miserably clenched around nothing, you would shove a finger or two to fulfil your fantasy of your boyfriend pounding into you. 

“so you've been holding out on me?” Onya kept a steady hold on your plush thighs while he spread your lips with his right. he was able to witness the clear fluid gushing out of you. he dragged his forefinger around your hole collecting the liquid before pushing his middle finger past your tight muscle. “that's not very nice.”

“Onyaaa” you squealed out gripping the sheets.

“your fucking leaking babygirl” after giving you time to adjust he slowly inserted his ring finger. he loved the way your pink hole readily sucked him in, contrasting against your brown lips. “you a squirter? or you cream?”

“don't know” Onyankopon’s well-manicured fingers were prodding at spots your small fingers couldn’t reach. it had you twisting and turning in the sheets not knowing if you wanted to run away from the onslaught of pleasure or invite more. 

“guess we'll both find out,” Onya loved how sensitive you were. when he pulled his fingers out your hips chased after. you let out airy moans and high-pitched mewls when he nudged your delicate spots. 

Onyakopon looked up at you relishing in your beauty. your eyes were locked on him now but he could tell you were out of it. your brows were burrowing as you concentrated on the budding sensation on your lower abdomen.

you could feel him spreading you, he was doing a scissoring motion inside you. before you felt him slip a third finger into your dripping wet cunt. this felt way better than when you touched yourself alone.

now able to move his wrists more freely, Onyankopon started to curl his fingers against the roof of your core. goading out more of your translucent sap when he pushed in and out. the sounds of your wetness were mixing in with your moans.

his fingers were drenched. he was drooling just looking at it, he needed to have a taste. this time when he pulled out he removed his hands completely but it was replaced with a warm, wet feeling. you knew immediately that it was his tongue.

“mhmm,” your boyfriend let out a guttural moan at the taste of you. you were like a cold sweet lemonade after a long day of hard work in the sun, delicious. after he delivered a few kitten licks to your slit lapping up your slick he knew he was addicted and craved more.

“i'ma get it wet like a jacuzzi, and sex with me so amazing” rihanna’s song softly rang through the house from the speaker your boyfriend left playing outside due to his haste. but boy was it an understatement.

“ohmygod, Onya!” your hands found themselves on his head when he started suckling at your clit. you were grinding against his open mouth turning into putty from the mind-numbing pleasure. 

“don’t stop, please!” you cried out even though he showed no signs of slowing or stopping. he licked from your hole to slit, sometimes dipping his wet muscle in to tongue-fuck you. the way you clenched around it was enough to tell him you were close.

“wasn't planning on it, just hold on for me ok baby?” Onya didn’t give you any time to process what he said before he inserted his fingers back into your soaking pussy. his lips still attached to your swollen nub giving you the best of both worlds. the onslaught of pleasure quickly had your legs begin to shake. 

your hands locked into his short kinks grabbing at what you could. “m close, so close Onya” you were fiercely grinding into his face now. Onya loved it, you were using his face to get off like a fucking toy. your eyes were screwed shut as you focused on reaching your peak. you were so close you could taste it. “mhm mhm”

“can I cum Onya? pretty please?” Onyankopon thought it was cute that you thought you needed his permission to cum. even in your desperation, you were being such a good girl for him. so who was he to deny his sweet princess?

“uh huh” Onya didn’t bother to remove his lips to reply, busying himself with your clit while his fingers plunged into your throbbing cunt. the little vibration was enough to send you over the edge. and you plummeted hard.

“Onyaaa” you squealed out as the pleasure flooded your body. leaving your limbs trembling in its wake. “fuck fuck!” Onyankopon removed his mouth from your pulsating clit but focused on riding you through your orgasm with his fingers.

“shit, you do both” Onya ogled at his hands. when he pulled his fingers out they were covered in a creamy white paste. but still, a colourless liquid gushing out from your gaping hole. your empty whole was quivering at the loss of his fingers. your body let out little hiccups in attempt to calm itself.

“Onya…” you opened your eyes to see your boyfriend stuffing his fingers into his mouth. despite your previous orgasm, you felt yourself get wet again watching him lick and suck at the fingers he had shoved in you just a moment ago. 

“I can't help myself, you just taste so good.”

[dreamingon-forever]

AoT X BellHouse Shop Collab

Each character has their most important people featured in their keychain, and look at both Hange and Levi with each other featured as the closest to them. You can't tell me they're not canon 💚💜

[justevelynnnn]

Being plug!connie’s sneaky link🤫🤭

Plug!Connie x Fem/blk!reader

Summary: just u ‘n connie sneakinnn around…

Cw: Some cussing, a lot of mentioning of being high, nsfw

- Plug!Connie knew you since high school. You were friends with Armin and Eren who were friends with Sasha, Jean and him. He thought u were fine asf too but didn’t make a move on you until a while ago.

-You started trying out weed to take the stress off form college your first year and Plug!Connie was the only person you knew who had his hands on some. Y’all stayed together while he taught you how to inhale and all the basics of smoking. He honestly kept getting distracted by how good you looked in you biker shorts and crop top you wore that day.

- “You got a man’s yet mama?” He’d ask as you puffed out a bit of smoke, coughing a bit.

-“Uh, nah, *cough* why?” You’d ask looking at him. It could’ve been the weed but this man was starting to look real fine. You stared into his intense hazel eyes as he just smirked. “No reason…..” He’d trail off.

-And that was the start of it all. You started really getting to know him but once y’all got serious y’all decided to keep it secret.

-Now it’s been a year and honestly you both don’t know how none of y’all friends found out abt y’all?? (I mean Armin was very suspicious at this point but he didn’t have enough proof so he stayed quiet…)

- Plug!Connie would call you after he was done selling all this orders for the day and just sit in his car smoking a blunt as you rambled about your day and how much you missed him. You were in college but it was your 3rd yr so you didn’t have to stay on campus and had your own little loft apartment but you were still very busy all the time so y’all’s schedules didn’t really match up.

- “I miss uuu! I cant wait to see u this saturday.” You said laying on you bed.

- “I know mama. Me too.” Connie said blowing smoke out the window.

- Plug!Connie and you could only meet up about once or twice a week most of the time. And when y’all did…y’all had a mf ball🤭

- Onyankopon and Jean saw y’all at the mall once and swore they saw him holding your hand but Connie denied it.

- “Bro, we aren’t gonna laugh at you if y’all fuckin’ for real.” Jean said one day hanging out at Connie’s place.

- “Nah. I aint fuckin her. Ion even know what y’all are talkin’ bout anyways cause i wasn’t at no mall.” Connie said nonchalantly and focusing on the game he was playing.

-Plug!Connie regularly would take you on shopping sprees with all the extra money he had. He would buy you almost anything you’d want but y’all gotta be more careful from here on out now.

- He honestly didn’t care if anyone found y’all out in y’all friend circle by now but he definitely didn’t need his regulars finding out about y’all.

- Plug!Connie sometimes facetimed you if y’all missed your weekly meet up and he was feeling needy. “Come on ma, i wanna see u….” He’d say softly as his tatted hand stroked himself in his dim lit bedroom.

- It was pitch black in your room as it was 1:03am and you were half awake and did not feel like turning no lights on. But after a while of begging from Connie you turned your bedside lamp on anyways cause you were just as needy to see him. Y’all would be on the phone for hours on nights like this, missing each other deeply.

-Sometimes you wanted to break and tell your friends Mikasa or Sasha but you promised Connie you’d wait until he was ready to tell everyone too. Mikasa acted like already knew tho which fr threw you off sometimes. You’d casually mention Connie and she’d side eye you and smirk a little and you would just be like, “…What?” and she’d just say, “Oh, nothing.”

- Plug!Connie’s contact for you in his phone was - Princesa👸🏾 and for him you just had him as - 💋❤️

- When y’all finally had free time to meet up he’d pull up to your house and be in some silly disguise it was kinda funny. You’d walk out your apartment and get in and just laugh a bit.

- “Why you got sunglasses and a mustache on Con?”

- “…..Cause.”

- He’d do it mainly to see you laugh.

- Most of the time, especially after y’all got caught at the mall, y’all had to get smart and stop going to places like stores and parks where familiar faces would regularly be and could see y’all. Sometimes late at night tho y’all would go to a park and either walk around and talk or just smoke some blunts in silence.

- Sometimes y’all went to movies that started late like 11pm or midnight high as hell. Y’all would share a big bucket of popcorn and eat a lot of candy.

- Other times y’all would just hang out at each others place, most of the time Connie’s tho cause your place wasn’t too big.

-Y’all’s hang outs always concluded with a make out sesh and then the devils tango ofc.

-Plug!Connie would sit you in his lap while y’all was on the couch, stareing deep into your eyes with his slight tinted red ones. His hands would roam from your lower back to your ass and thighs just rubbing and squeezing the plushness. He’d admire you forever if you let him cause he truly loved you that much.

- Connie would slowly kiss you, your lipgloss getting onto his on lips in the process. “Mmm, this strawberry, ma?” He’d whisper while licking his lips and you would just nod and start to kiss him again before he said anything else.

- Sometimes y’all would stay on the couch as y’all did the deed but other times Connie would take you into his room so y’all didn’t stink up the living room in case he was gonna have guest over later.

-He loved doggy style the most, watching your ass meet his hips as he held your hips pulling you back over and over. Entranced and high, watching where y’all met as the slick, wet sounds and your addicting moans filled his ears.

- When y’all were done it was either time to eat or sleep. Sometimes when y’all met midday though Connie would just tell you to stay in his room if he was having people over or had to leave to handle business. You didn’t like when he would leave you there but he always came back within at least 3ish hours and he said it was, “For safety, ma.”

- It was rare y’all could spend a whole day together. Most of the time y’all met at night after either you or connie got off work.

- Plug!Connie always kissed you bye when you had to go in the mornings or when he dropped you off. He would hold your hand and stare into your eyes once more like he was never gonna see you again. He’d tell you, “I love you, princesa. Stay safe, i’ll see you later.”

- You didn’t know how much longer you could handle this sneaking around but lord did you love the mf thrill.

(I’ve had this in my drafts since July last year😭😭 i don’t have anything to write lately so ig i’ll just be clearing out my drafts. I’m down with school so at least i have time to write anywaysss. Reminder that my requests are open too!)

[sherewrytes]

Gang member Eren x Introvert black reader

Summary: In a dangerous urban landscape, y/n, an introverted Criminal Law student, finds herself drawn into the violent world of the Sixx Gang through her protective cousin, Onyankopon. When she locks eyes with Eren Yeager, a hot-headed gang member, a twisted game of desire and danger begins.

As Eren becomes obsessed with y/n, he threatens to unravel the fragile balance Ony has maintained to shield her from their brutal lifestyle. With loyalty tested and violence lurking at every turn, the lines between love and danger blur, leading to a dark climax where the heart proves just as lethal as a gun.

Genre: Dark Romance/Crime Modern au

Warnings: Graphic violence, drug use, smut, obsession

Taglist: @topshotdivaa @prettypink-princesss @burpzz @niaizzy1623

Previous

Chapter: Unwelcome Intrusion (Y/N’s POV)

It had been a week since that strange encounter. A week since I locked eyes with him—Eren Yeager. There was something about him that was impossible to shake, like a shadow that lingered even after you’d left the light. I’d seen him around the neighborhood before, always keeping my distance. He wasn’t like the others. He felt… different. Darker.

But that day, sitting on the steps of my family’s house with a gun in his lap, was the first time we’d ever been so close. And something about him drew me in, even though I knew I should’ve looked away. There was a pull, a magnetic force that made me feel uneasy and… excited.

Still, I did my best to shove those thoughts to the back of my mind, focusing on school. I had a Criminal Law exam coming up, and I couldn’t afford to slip. Not now. Not when I’d worked so hard to get to this point. I needed out of this life, away from the streets, away from the violence. And the only way out was through that degree.

But then today happened.

I was walking out of class with Annie and Mikasa, still chatting about the lecture on criminal defenses. Professor Miles had really laid it on thick today, and we were all just relieved it was finally over.

“Think he’s trying to scare us into dropping out,” Annie said, rolling her eyes as she adjusted her backpack.

Mikasa chuckled. “Or he’s just bored and likes seeing us squirm.”

I laughed along with them, the tension of school slowly melting away as we stepped into the bright afternoon sun. It was one of those rare moments where I could just breathe, surrounded by normalcy, pretending for just a minute that my life was like everyone else’s.

But then I saw it—the blood-red SRT parked right in front of campus. The car stood out like a bad omen, drawing attention like a flame in the dark. The windows were tinted black, the rims shining under the sun, and something about it sent a chill down my spine.

For a moment, I couldn’t place why it seemed familiar. Then it hit me. I had seen that car before.

My breath hitched.

Eren.

Just as the thought crossed my mind, the driver’s door opened, and there he was, stepping out as if he owned the world. He moved with a confidence that bordered on arrogance, a blunt hanging loosely from his lips. His brown hair was tied back, and those cold, piercing eyes scanned the campus like he was searching for someone—searching for me.

My heart pounded in my chest, and I froze. Annie and Mikasa were still talking, oblivious to the sudden change in the air. I wanted to say something, to warn them, but my throat had gone dry. All I could do was stare as Eren’s gaze locked onto mine, a slow smirk spreading across his lips.

He didn’t care about the students around him or the professors walking by. He didn’t care that he was standing in front of a university in broad daylight, a blunt hanging from his mouth like it was nothing. He was here for one reason—and it terrified me.

“Y/n, are you okay?” Mikasa’s voice snapped me out of my trance. She followed my gaze, her brows furrowing when she saw the red SRT and the man standing beside it.

“Who is that?” she asked, her tone cautious.

I swallowed hard, trying to steady my voice. “Just… someone I know from the neighborhood.”

Annie shot me a sideways glance. “Doesn’t look like someone you should be hanging around.”

I nodded slightly, but my eyes never left Eren. He took a slow drag from the blunt, blowing the smoke into the air, his smirk never wavering. I could feel the heat of his gaze even from this distance, like a hunter locking onto his prey.

“Y/n!” Mikasa’s voice was sharper this time, her hand gripping my arm. “Come on, we should go.”

But before I could move, Eren started walking toward us, the smirk on his face turning darker, more dangerous with each step. It was like the world had narrowed down to just the two of us. The noise of campus faded into the background, and all I could hear was the sound of my own heartbeat pounding in my ears.

Annie stepped in front of me, her body tense. “You know this guy?” she asked, her voice low and wary.

I didn’t have time to answer before Eren reached us. He stopped just a few feet away, his eyes flicking from Mikasa to Annie before settling on me. “Y/n,” he drawled, his voice low and smooth, like he was savoring the taste of my name. “Didn’t think I’d catch you here.”

He flicked the blunt away, his smirk widening. “Why don’t you come take a ride with me? I’ll get you back to your crib safe. Promise.”

My stomach twisted, my heart racing. I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t want to go with him. I knew better than to get involved with someone like Eren, but the pull was still there, stronger than ever.

Annie was the first to speak up, her tone sharp. “She’s not going anywhere with you.”

Mikasa stepped forward too, her arms crossed. “You need to leave.”

Eren didn’t even blink. He kept his eyes locked on mine, like my friends weren’t even there. “You gonna let them talk for you, Y/n? Thought you were stronger than that.”

Something about the way he said it—challenging, taunting—set my nerves on edge. I wanted to prove him wrong, but I didn’t know how. I couldn’t let him drag me into whatever twisted game he was playing.

“Eren…” I finally found my voice, though it was shaky. “I—I’m not coming with you.”

His smirk faltered for just a second before it returned, sharper than before. “Alright then,” he said, stepping back. “Suit yourself. But this ain’t over.”

With that, he turned and walked back to the SRT, not sparing my friends a second glance. He got into the car, the engine roaring to life with a growl that seemed to vibrate through my bones. He gave me one last look, his eyes full of dark promises, before he sped off, leaving the smell of burnt rubber and smoke behind.

Annie turned to me, her eyes wide. “Y/n, who the hell was that?”

I shook my head, still trying to catch my breath. “Someone I need to stay away from.”

But deep down, I knew it wasn’t going to be that simple.

The rumble of Eren's car echoed long after he’d disappeared down the road, but my mind was still trapped in the intensity of his gaze. It felt like he’d left a part of himself behind—a shadow that clung to me, feeding on my fear and… something else I was scared to name. Mikasa and Annie looked at me, their expressions a mixture of worry and confusion, but I couldn't bring myself to speak.

“Y/n, what was that about?” Mikasa's voice was gentle but firm, her eyes searching my face for answers.

I forced a small smile, brushing off the encounter. “Nothing. He’s just some guy who… doesn’t understand boundaries.” The lie tasted bitter, but I knew that admitting the truth would only pull my friends deeper into a darkness they didn’t belong in.

Annie looked unconvinced; her gaze still fixed on the spot where Eren's car had vanished. “Well, if that guy shows up again, you call us. No way are you dealing with him alone.”

I nodded, grateful for their concern, even if it couldn’t change anything. Eren wasn’t the type to back off because he’d been told no. I could feel it, that pull dragging me deeper into his world, and I didn’t know how to stop it. Or if I even wanted to.

Later that night, after my friends had gone home and the city had settled into a hushed quiet, I sat at my desk, textbooks open but ignored. My thoughts were still circling back to Eren—his cold, taunting voice, his boldness, the way he’d looked at me like he knew exactly who I was, maybe even better than I did.

A knock on the window shattered the silence, and my heart dropped. I stood up slowly, peering cautiously through the blinds. And there he was, leaning against the side of my house with that same devilish smirk. I felt the sting of fear and adrenaline kick in, my mind racing with every worst-case scenario.

Taking a deep breath, I slid open the window. "What are you doing here, Eren?”

He shrugged, unbothered, like he hadn’t just crossed another line. “Wanted to check on you, see if you got home safe.” He let out a low chuckle. “Guess I wanted to see you too.”

“You can’t just… show up like this,” I whispered, voice barely audible, afraid that someone might hear. “People will notice.”

He tilted his head, eyes narrowing. “Funny, ‘cause it seems like you’re the one afraid of being seen. What, you don’t want anyone knowing you’re friends with me?”

“We’re not friends,” I said, more to convince myself than him. “And you don’t belong here, Eren.”

He stared at you then began moving closer until his face was just inches from mine, only the windowsill separating us. “You keep saying that, but here I am,” he whispered, voice low, and something dangerous flashed in his eyes. “And something tells me you’re not about to make me leave.”

I hated how right he was.

There was a beat of silence, a fragile moment hanging between us that felt heavier than the night itself. Finally, Eren broke it with a mocking smile. “Goodnight, Y/n. Sweet dreams.”

Then he turned and disappeared into the shadows, leaving me alone with the sinking realization that I was in way over my head.

The night felt colder after Eren slipped away, his presence lingering in the shadows like a phantom. I shut the window, my heart pounding so hard it hurt, but I couldn’t tear myself away from the sight of him disappearing into the dark.

I turned back to my room, catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I looked just as shaken as I felt, my hands trembling. I’d spent so long trying to stay out of trouble, trying to keep my life clean and simple, so what was I doing letting someone like Eren pull me into his world? A world I’d sworn I’d escape from.

But there was something magnetic about him. Dangerous. It was a force that defied reason, like a car crash you couldn’t look away from, even if you knew the destruction that would follow. And I hated myself for being drawn to it, to him.

The next day,

I did my best to bury myself in schoolwork, but it was impossible to focus. Eren’s smirk, his piercing stare, kept invading my thoughts. It was unsettling, a darkness that clung to me, reminding me of how close I’d come to slipping into something I couldn’t control.

By the time classes were over, I was exhausted. Annie and Mikasa walked with me to the bus stop, their conversation a dull hum in the background. I barely registered their words, too lost in my own head. All I wanted was to get home, lock myself in my room, and drown out the memory of him.

Then, I saw it—the blood-red SRT again, parked across the street. My heart stopped.

Annie followed my gaze and frowned. “Is that the same guy from yesterday?”

“Don’t tell me he’s stalking you,” Mikasa added, glancing between me and the car.

I forced a laugh, though it sounded hollow. “No, it’s probably just a coincidence.”

But even I didn’t believe that. The car idled for a moment, and then, as if he sensed my stare, Eren leaned forward, his hand resting on the steering wheel, and looked straight at me through the window. A small, dark smile curved on his lips, his eyes never breaking from mine.

Annie shook her head. “Y/n, seriously, this isn’t normal. You need to tell someone.”

Tell someone? And what would I say? That a guy from my neighborhood, who just happened to be a gang member, was showing up near campus? What could anyone do? Eren was everywhere, and no one could stop him. No one wanted to get in his way.

Hours later, after dinner and a weak attempt at studying, I was lying in bed when my phone buzzed. I picked it up, heart pounding, and saw a text from an unknown number.

Unknown: “You always look so serious. A smile would look good on you.”

A chill ran through me. My fingers shook as I typed a reply.

Y/n: “Who is this?”

Unknown: “Take a guess ;)”

I didn’t need to guess. I knew.

Y/n: “Stop texting me.”

There was a pause, and then another message came through.

Unknown: “Come outside.”

I sat up, my mind racing. Was he outside my house again? My heart thudded as I slid out of bed and made my way to the window. I looked down, and there he was—Eren, leaning against his car, arms crossed, that smug smirk firmly in place.

I cracked the window open, careful not to wake anyone else in the house. “What are you doing here?” I hissed.

He shrugged, looking infuriatingly casual. “You didn’t think you could just ignore me, did you?”

“This has to stop, Eren. I don’t want any part of this… of you.”

He raised an eyebrow, his smirk growing. “Is that so? Because it looked to me like you couldn’t keep your eyes off me yesterday.”

I clenched my fists, anger simmering beneath the surface. “Get over yourself.”

His laughter was soft, almost dangerous. “See, that’s what I like about you, Y/n. You don’t pretend. You say what you mean, even when you’re afraid.” He stepped closer, hands resting on the window ledge, his voice dropping to a murmur. “You’re not afraid of me, are you?”

I hesitated, the weight of his words settling over me. “I know what people like you do, Eren. And I don’t want to be dragged into it.”

He looked at me for a long moment, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. “Dragged into it?” He chuckled, but there was no humor in it. “Maybe you’re already in too deep.”

I swallowed hard, my pulse racing. “Leave, Eren. Now.”

But he didn’t move. Instead, he reached out, his fingers brushing against mine, cold and electric. “One of these days, you’re going to realize we’re not so different, you and me. You might think you’re running from the darkness, but maybe it’s already a part of you.”

With that, he pulled back, stepping into the shadows until he disappeared from view, leaving me alone in the cold night, haunted by his words.

Days passed, and I told myself I was free of him, that he’d finally given up. But I knew deep down that I was only lying to myself. Eren was a storm, relentless and consuming, and I was the one caught in its eye.

It was late one night when my phone buzzed again.

Unknown: “Meet me. Midnight. The bridge.”

I stared at the message, torn between fear and curiosity, the memory of his touch still lingering. I should have ignored it, should have let it fade into nothing. But something inside me burned, that same darkness he’d seen, the part of me that was tired of running, tired of hiding. I wanted answers, and maybe, in some twisted way, I wanted him.

I took a deep breath and typed a single word in response.

Y/n: “Okay.”

I glanced at the clock—10:00 p.m. I had an hour, an hour to get there and figure out what Eren wanted, and an hour to come up with a lie good enough to keep Ony off my trail. My mind raced as I tossed around ideas. Maybe I could tell him I was studying with Annie and Mikasa, but Ony had already shown he wouldn’t hesitate to check up on me. And if he went to Annie’s place to find out I wasn’t there…

I couldn’t afford to mess this up.

I picked up my phone and typed a quick message to Ony.

Y/n: “Staying with Mikasa and Annie tonight to study for our big exam. Professor Miles is gonna kill us if we don’t pass.”

I hit send and waited, hoping he wouldn’t question it. The lie wasn’t bulletproof, and Ony knew me well enough to tell if I was holding back. I grabbed my bag and quickly changed into a hoodie and jeans, trying to keep my nerves in check. My mind was tangled with curiosity and dread, two emotions twisting tighter the closer it got to midnight.

Just as I slipped on my shoes, my phone buzzed. I opened it and felt my stomach drop.

Ony: “Where y’all studying at? I’ll swing by after work, bring you girls some food.”

Panic set in. There was no way I could risk him showing up there, and I’d barely have time to get back before he could catch on. My hands shook as I tapped out a reply, my mind racing to think of a way out.

Y/n: “Actually, I’m just meeting them at the library. We’ll probably be here for a few hours.”

I held my breath, waiting for his response, my heart pounding as I checked the time—10:15 p.m. I’d have to leave soon if I was going to make it to the bridge, and I still wasn’t sure what I’d say if Ony called my bluff. I stared at the phone, willing him to accept the excuse and not push it further.

Finally, his response came through.

Ony: “Library, huh? Alright, just don’t stay out too late. Let me know when you’re headed home.”

Relief washed over me, though it was far from comforting. I knew I was playing with fire, lying to someone like Ony, but the need to know what Eren wanted from me had taken root, and I couldn’t shake it.

By the time I reached the bridge, the air had cooled, a thick fog settling around the dimly lit street. Midnight was still fifteen minutes away, and the silence was almost unsettling. Shadows stretched across the street as I walked, my footsteps echoing softly, and I wondered if Eren was already watching, hidden somewhere close.

I stopped in the center of the bridge, gripping the railing and looking out over the water, trying to steady myself. Just being here, sneaking around like this, felt like I was betraying a part of myself. But curiosity was a stronger force, and some part of me, however small, felt a thrill at the thought of meeting him here. That same part that couldn’t forget his touch, his words, that couldn’t resist the magnetic pull of danger.

“Couldn’t stay away, huh?” His voice, low and teasing, sent a chill up my spine.

I turned, and there he was, leaning against the railing with that familiar smirk. His dark green eyes caught the light just enough to glint, a predatory look in them that made my skin prickle.

“Why did you call me here?” I asked, my voice steady even though my heart was anything but.

Eren shrugged, taking a few steps closer, hands shoved in his pockets. “Because I knew you’d come.”

I narrowed my eyes, his words striking a nerve. “You think you know me that well?”

“Better than you know yourself, maybe,” he replied, and there was a strange intensity in his gaze, like he could see something hidden beneath the surface, something even I didn’t fully understand. “I can see it, Y/n. The way you pretend to be one thing, but you’re dying to be something else. Something darker. More… free.”

I felt my pulse quicken, my mind reeling. Eren’s words cut through my carefully crafted defenses, and for a moment, I couldn’t think of anything to say.

He stepped even closer, close enough that I could see the shadow of a bruise on his jaw, the faint smell of smoke and leather hanging around him. “You’re curious about me, aren’t you?” His voice was soft, coaxing, like he was letting me in on a secret.

“That doesn’t mean I want anything to do with you,” I replied, forcing steel into my voice.

He chuckled, leaning down until our faces were only inches apart. “Keep telling yourself that.”

Eren’s hand reached up, his fingers brushing against my jaw, sending a spark of warmth that clashed with the cool night air. “I could show you things, Y/n. Things you’d never forget,” he murmured, his voice barely more than a whisper.

I shivered, fighting the instinct to pull away—and losing. His words, his touch, the thrill of this forbidden meeting—it was everything I’d fought so hard to avoid. But in that moment, under the dim light and shadow, all my reasons seemed to fade, leaving nothing but raw, unfiltered desire.

“Just say the word,” he continued, his hand lingering just above my pulse. “And I’ll walk away. You’ll never have to see me again.”

I swallowed hard, the choice hanging between us like a live wire. All I had to do was say yes, turn and walk away, and this would be over. But a part of me, that hidden, desperate part, wanted something else. Something darker. Something I’d never allow myself to say aloud.

Instead, I looked up into his eyes, holding his gaze for a moment before finally replying. “I… don’t know,” I whispered, the words barely leaving my lips.

Eren’s smirk widened, his fingers slipping under my chin, tilting my face up. “Guess that’s not a ‘no’ then.”

Before I could respond, his lips crashed into mine, stealing my breath and igniting a fire that had smoldered for too long. His kiss was rough, unyielding, laced with that same dangerous intensity that had always drawn me to him. And despite the alarm bells ringing in the back of my mind, I found myself leaning into it, letting the darkness consume me—if only for this one moment.

Eren's pov

The night was cold, the kind of cold that got under your skin and made you feel alive. Leaning against the railing of the bridge, I watched her walk up, her eyes cautious but curious, and that alone brought a smirk to my face. I’d known she’d come.

Y/n looked different in the moonlight. The shadows softened her features, her guard dropped just enough that I could see something more vulnerable beneath it. I could almost read her thoughts, could feel the conflict warring inside her. Part of her wanted to turn around and run, to stay on the straight and narrow, be the good girl. But another part—one she tried so hard to bury—was already mine.

When she asked, “Why did you call me here?” I could tell her heart wasn’t in the question. She already knew. I stepped closer, watching her stiffen but holding her ground, a small victory for her—if only she knew. She was already caught, already right where I wanted her, and all I had to do was pull her in.

Because the truth was, I’d seen her a thousand times, seen her pretending to be something that she wasn’t. And I wasn’t sure what it was about her—maybe it was the innocence, maybe it was that spark of rebellion she tried so hard to hide. But whatever it was, I wasn’t letting it go. She didn’t know it yet, but she’d already chosen me.

“Better than you know yourself, maybe,” I told her, my voice low and coaxing, watching the way her expression shifted. It was such a strange thing to see someone wrestle with wanting something they couldn’t have, wanting something they knew would burn them. And maybe that’s why I enjoyed this so much. There was something so pure about her, something I’d never get tired of tainting.

When I brushed my fingers along her jaw, felt the warmth of her skin, I saw the flash of fear and… something else in her eyes. She was fighting it, still trying to pretend she wasn’t just as drawn to this darkness as I was. I leaned closer, giving her every chance to tell me to stop, to tell me to walk away.

But she didn’t.

“Just say the word,” I murmured, close enough to feel her breath against my lips. “And I’ll walk away. You’ll never have to see me again.”

I could see her throat bob as she swallowed, her gaze flickering over my face like she was searching for an answer, searching for a way out of whatever it was she’d gotten herself into with me. I held her gaze, waiting, daring her to make a choice. All she had to do was say it, and I’d walk away. Leave her to her safe little life. And I almost wanted her to, just to see if she could resist.

But then her lips parted, barely, and she whispered, “I… don’t know.”

And that was all I needed.

I didn’t even think twice. My lips were on hers before she could say anything else, capturing that hesitation, that vulnerability. She tensed, her hands gripping my jacket like she was holding onto a lifeline, but I didn’t stop. I deepened the kiss, felt the spark between us catch and burn hotter, darker, like something forbidden and alive.

In that moment, I felt her resistance crumble. The walls she’d tried so hard to build around herself, that fake sense of control she clung to—all of it fell away. I felt her give in, just for a moment, and that was enough. Enough to make me want more, to make me want to take her completely, to unravel her until she didn’t know where I ended and she began.

But as quickly as it started, I pulled back, leaving her breathless and staring up at me with wide, dazed eyes. For a second, I thought she’d pull away, regain that composure she hid behind. But she didn’t. She just stood there, lips parted, cheeks flushed, looking at me like I’d taken something from her she didn’t know she’d given.

And maybe I had.

“You feel it too, don’t you?” I asked, my voice rough. I needed her to say it, to admit what she was too afraid to face.

She blinked, looking away, her silence betraying her.

A pang of something hit me, unexpected and sharp. I knew better than to get close, to let anyone in, but standing here, watching her try to put herself back together, it almost felt… wrong. Maybe even cruel.

“Eren,” she finally said, her voice shaking, a hint of anger in her eyes now. “You can’t just… you can’t do this to me.”

I raised a brow, my smirk falling. “Do what? Show you what you really want?”

Her jaw clenched, her fists tightening, and I knew she was fighting herself, trying to convince herself that this wasn’t what she wanted, that she didn’t feel the same pull I did. But it was a lie, and we both knew it. She just didn’t want to admit it. Not yet.

I stepped back, shoving my hands in my pockets, giving her the space she seemed to need. “Go ahead,” I told her, my tone softer than I intended. “Go back to your safe little life. Pretend like this never happened. Pretend like you’re not dying to give in.”

She didn’t respond, her gaze fixed on the ground, her shoulders tense.

Turning, I started to walk away, half hoping she’d call me back, half hoping she’d let me go. I told myself I was done with this, with her, but deep down, I knew I’d be back. This wasn’t over. It would never be over.

Because I’d already tasted her darkness, and it was as much a part of her as it was a part of me.

As I walked away, I heard her voice cut through the night, soft but firm. “Stop.”

I paused, a smirk creeping onto my face, but I didn’t turn around. I could feel her hesitation, the tug-of-war playing out in her head. I took a deep breath, steadying myself, letting the silence build between us. I’d been waiting for this moment since I first saw her, waiting for her to finally admit the truth that she’d been fighting so damn hard to bury.

With my back still to her, I let out a low chuckle, barely audible over the quiet hum of the city around us. “Knew you’d come around,” I muttered to myself, savoring the victory, the thrill of knowing I’d finally broken through.

Taking a moment to school my expression, I turned to face her, keeping the smile tucked away, knowing that any sign of arrogance might push her over the edge. She stood there, her eyes wide but determined, her lips pressed into a tight line. Her gaze bore into mine, a mixture of defiance and something else, something raw and unspoken.

“What do you want, Y/n?” I asked, voice low and coaxing, making her come to me, making her admit what we both already knew.

She hesitated, crossing her arms defensively, her gaze shifting to the ground. “This… this isn’t right,” she said, her tone wavering. “Whatever it is you’re trying to do here, Eren… it’s not going to work.”

“Oh, really?” I took a slow, deliberate step forward, watching as she tried to hold her ground, as if her own stubbornness could keep me at a distance. “Because you’re here. And you didn’t have to be.”

Her jaw clenched, her eyes narrowing, but she didn’t deny it. She couldn’t. “Maybe I just wanted to tell you to stay away, face to face.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Yeah? And does it feel like that to you?” I watched her, letting my words sink in, letting the silence do the rest. I saw the conflict flashing in her eyes, the struggle between what she thought she should do and what she actually wanted. That was the thing about Y/n—she wore her heart on her sleeve, even when she tried to hide it.

She took a shaky breath, finally looking away, her voice soft. “I can’t keep doing this, Eren.”

Hearing her say that, I should have felt something close to remorse, a pang of regret for dragging her into my world, for getting her so tangled up in something dark and twisted. But instead, it only made me want her more. There was something so intoxicating about the way she tried to fight me, fight herself, only to lose every single time.

I stepped closer, closing the distance between us until I could feel her warmth, see the rapid rise and fall of her chest. “Tell me to leave, then,” I whispered, my breath grazing her ear. “Tell me to walk away, and I will.”

For a moment, it looked like she might. Her lips parted, her gaze flickering to mine, a storm of emotions swirling in her eyes. But then, just as quickly, her expression hardened. She wanted to be strong, wanted to put up walls, but I could see the cracks forming, see the way her resolve faltered as I closed in.

“You’re… impossible,” she finally said, barely above a whisper, the frustration clear in her voice. But even then, she didn’t pull away. She stood there, close enough that I could feel her warmth, smell the faint hint of lavender in her hair.

“Impossible, maybe,” I murmured, my fingers brushing a strand of hair from her face. “But you want this. You want me.”

A sharp exhale escaped her, her gaze hardening again. “You’re so damn sure of yourself, Eren. But I know what you are. And I know you’ll only bring me down with you.”

That stung, just a little. But it only fueled me more, the challenge in her words like a dare, pushing me to prove her wrong. I leaned in closer, my eyes boring into hers. “Then stop me,” I whispered, voice barely audible. “Walk away.”

She stayed frozen, and I knew, right then and there, that I had her. No matter how much she tried to deny it, no matter how much she wanted to pretend she was above all this, above me, I could feel it. I was in her head, in her heart, twisting her up in ways she’d never felt before. And no amount of self-control was going to change that.

“Thought so,” I said, finally stepping back, giving her space she didn’t even realize she needed.

She looked at me, her expression torn, a glimmer of something close to fear flickering across her face. But I knew it wasn’t me she was afraid of—it was herself. And in that moment, I felt something strange twist in my chest, something I hadn’t felt in a long time.

“Why me, Eren?” she asked, her voice almost a whisper.

I paused, considering her question. I could’ve given her a hundred different answers, told her it was just a game, just another conquest, but that wasn’t it. Not entirely. There was something about her, something real and raw that drew me in like nothing else. And for once, I didn’t want to run from it.

“Because,” I finally said, my gaze steady, voice low. “You’re the only thing I’ve ever wanted that I wasn’t supposed to have.”

The words hung between us, heavy and thick, and for a moment, neither of us spoke. But I could see the way her walls crumbled, see the way her resolve melted under the weight of the truth. She didn’t want to admit it, didn’t want to give in, but deep down, she already had.

I took a step back, the smirk returning as I watched her struggle to find words, to find a way to respond. She didn’t need to, though. Because I already knew.

Turning, I walked away, the sound of my footsteps echoing against the stillness of the night. She’d come around. I didn’t need to look back to know it.

I fucking got her.

I walked away, the chill of the night wrapping around me like a cloak, but I didn’t let the cold touch my thoughts. I could feel her eyes on my back, burning a hole through the night air, and I relished it. The game was on, and for the first time in a long time, it felt like I was finally playing for keeps.

With every step, I could still feel the lingering tension between us, the way her pulse had quickened when I got close, the way her breath hitched when I challenged her. I knew I had planted a seed of doubt, a flicker of curiosity that would gnaw at her until she couldn't ignore it anymore.

But as I reached my car, the crimson paint glinting under the moonlight, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was more than just a game for me. The thrill of pursuing her, of pushing her boundaries, was intoxicating, but it was something deeper—something darker—that kept drawing me in.

I got in and cranked the engine, the growl of the exhaust filling the silence of the night. I could still picture her standing on that bridge, her expression torn between desire and resistance. It was a sight that would haunt me, a memory that would linger longer than I wanted it to.

I drove through the dimly lit streets, listening to runnin by 21 savage while taking a smoke, all that was on my mind was Y/n. The way her eyes sparkled with fire and frustration, and exhilarating all at once.

The following days dragged on.

I couldn’t focus, my mind always drifting back to that bridge, that moment where I felt the world shift beneath us. I couldn’t get enough of how she’d looked at me, the way she held her ground, and yet the vulnerability hidden beneath her tough exterior.

I found myself skirting around the usual haunts, places I’d once frequented without a second thought, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. I knew I shouldn’t be obsessed. I knew I should let her go, that I was better off without the complications she brought into my life. But the truth was, she haunted me.

As night fell again, the pull was too strong to resist. I drove back to that bridge, the moonlight casting an eerie glow over the water. My heart raced as I approached the familiar spot, anticipation bubbling beneath my skin.

And there she was, leaning against the railing, the wind tugging at her hair. It was as if she had been waiting for me, the tension between us thickening the air. I stepped out of the car, the sound of the engine dying echoing in the stillness.

She turned at the sound, her expression shifting from surprise to something deeper, something almost inviting. “You’re back,” she said, her voice low and steady, but I could hear the tremor beneath.

“Couldn’t stay away,” I replied, a smirk pulling at my lips as I approached her. “Guess I’m just a glutton for punishment.”

“Or a masochist,” she shot back, but there was a spark in her eyes that betrayed her tough exterior.

I took a step closer, closing the distance between us. “You’re the one who keeps showing up, Y/n. I think that makes you just as guilty.”

Her gaze flickered to the ground, her defiance wavering under the weight of my words. “I told you, I shouldn’t be here. We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Then why are you?” I challenged, tilting my head slightly to catch her gaze. “Why do you keep coming back?”

She opened her mouth to protest, but the words faltered. I could see the internal battle playing out in her eyes, the part of her that wanted to fight me, to deny this connection, clashing with the undeniable truth that brought her here time and time again.

“Maybe I’m just curious,” she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper, but I caught it. The truth dripped from her words, intoxicating and dangerous.

“Curiosity can be dangerous,” I replied, stepping closer until I could feel the heat radiating from her body. “Especially when it comes to me.”

Her breath hitched again, and I could see the conflicting emotions swirling within her—fear, desire, and that insatiable curiosity. She was a puzzle, and I was determined to piece her together, to unravel the mystery that surrounded her.

“What are you doing, Eren?” she asked, voice trembling slightly as I invaded her space.

“Just figuring you out,” I murmured, my voice low and rough, watching as she struggled to maintain her composure. I leaned in, just close enough that our breaths mingled, my eyes never leaving hers. “Tell me to stop, and I will.”

She searched my gaze, looking for the truth behind my words, and for a moment, I thought she might actually do it. But then, something shifted, a flicker of defiance sparking to life, and she whispered, “No.”

The word hung in the air, a silent admission that ignited something primal within me. I closed the distance completely, my lips just inches from hers, the heat between us palpable. “Then let’s find out how dangerous it can get.”

In that instant, everything fell away—the doubts, the fears, the worlds we came from—and all that mattered was the undeniable chemistry that crackled in the air. I was ready to dive deeper into the chaos, ready to drag her with me into the darkness we both craved.

But in the back of my mind, a warning bell echoed—a reminder that once we crossed this line, there would be no turning back. And I was more than ready to take that risk.

Author's notes.

I may turn this into a full fic I'm not to sure how many chapters but I am enjoying writing this.

Also any questions on the fic you can feel free to drop an ask or comment :) thanks for reading

[angelic-wh0re]

Out like a light >ᵥ_ᵥ<

Boxer!Eren Yeager x Onyankopon lil sis!black fem reader

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Your big brother, Onyankopon, was a well-renowned fighter in the boxing industry, winning belt after belt due to his exceptional skill. You were proud of him, especially considering the hardships you both endured for him to reach this point.

There's a twelve-year age difference between you, with him being 34 and you being 22. Since the moment you were born, Ony has been the one taking care of you because your emotionally unavailable parents felt they didn’t need to. He stole for you, bought you food, and ensured your education by enrolling you in tutoring programs under your parents' name to secure your graduation, admission to a good university, and a high-paying job. Fighting was how he made his money.

When it came to you, Ony didn’t play, so you could only imagine his face when he sees a video of his main opponent basically flirting with you at a coffee shop.

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Today was a very slow day for you. Your lectures were stupidly long and boring, your friends were all busy, AND on top of all that you dropped a cookie you were eating in a puddle when you were walking to class. Now you find yourself working on a assignment for your chemistry class in a coffee shop.

As you were working, you heard a large commotion coming from the entrance of the store. Turning to see what it was, you were blinded by flashing lights emanating from the front windows of the store. Deciding not wanting to have these lights in your eyes, you turned back and continued working.

After about 30 minutes you grew hungry. Cursing yourself out for not getting any food before hand, you made your way to the register. On the way there, you got a notification on your phone causing you to look at it.

Sash 🫡 :

YALL WANNA HANGOUT LATER????

Y/n 💞 :

oh so when I ask if y’all want to hang y’all don’t wanna respond 🙄🙄 (oh and sure>.<)

Con 🤓 :

thats because you be asking us at the most god forsaken hours😒

As you were typing out your response, you bumped into someone. (cliché i know but y’all bare with me 🙏) “Oh I’m sorry..” you say before you see a cake pop fall to the ground. Now you were really sorry. The man in front of you groaned in frustration. “Watch where you’re goin-“ he paused when he turned around. Staring at you as if he was lost for words.

“I’m so sorry. Please let me buy you another one.” You offer. An unexpected low “Damn” fell from the man’s lips leaving both you and him confused. “No it’s fine” he says when he snaps back to reality. “Oh come on! It’s my fault so I’ll buy you a new one! I’m going there right now anyways!” You insisted eager to fix your mistake. The man turns looks at his friends and then looks back at you. “Ok um sure.” A small smile forming on his lips.

"Here," you said, extending the cake pop to him with a sheepish grin. "Sorry again." "You really didn't have to do that," he replied, his gaze shifting to the dessert now in his hand. "No, no! I had to!" you insisted, your smile widening with sincerity. He returned your smile, gratitude in his eyes. "So... do you have a name?" he asked. "Oh, umm it’s (y/n)! What’s yours?" you responded. "Eren. Oh, um, Eren Yeager," he replied shyly.

As you processed his name, a wave of recognition washed over you. You'd definitely heard that name before. That's when it clicked. The paparazzi, the wounds on his face. everything fell into place, and you suddenly realized who he was.

"You're that boxer, right?" you said, unable to contain your excitement as you grinned at him. "Oh, umm, yeah," he replied, rubbing the back of his head nervously. "Do you like boxing?" he asked, trying to shift the focus away from himself. "I mean, my big brother's a boxer," you replied casually, feeling a of pride as you mentioned your brothers job.

"Really? Who is he?" Eren asked, his curiosity piqued. "Onyankopon!" you replied proudly, the name rolling off your tongue effortlessly.The feeling Recognition formed on Eren's face. That's where he'd seen you before—linked to the famous Onyankopon.

Eren and Ony were headlining for this highly anticipated boxing event, were they are facing each other in the ring. Throughout the years of both of their boxing Journeys, there have been very mild beef between the both of them. But nothing to Extreme.

"Hope you don’t mind me beating up your brother," Eren teased, flashing a mischievous grin at you. "Umm, I don’t think you will," you replied, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of your lips as you bantered back. With a subtle nod, you motioned for him to follow you back to the table where your belongings stood.

Eren obliged, his smile widening as he fell into step beside you. "So, what do you do?" "I'm in university right now. I want to become a dermatologist," you replied. "Oh, really? That's cool," Eren responded.

"Hey, so um," Eren interrupted you, halting your steps. You turned to face him, curious about what he had to say. His smile was infectious, and you found yourself returning it. "I was wondering if you'd want to talk more," he continued. “I would love to but my class is starting in a few minutes and..” you look at the paparazzi still flashing there cameras at him. “You also look busy.” You return your gaze back to him. He looks behind him and sulks. Their still here?

"Then can I get your number?" Eren asked, eager to continue talk to you more. Your smile widened at his request, flattered by his interest. With a playful glint in your eye, you reached out for his phone, causing a flicker of confusion to pass over his face. "For my number," you clarified with a smirk, enjoying teasing him just a little. "Oh, um, yeah," Eren stammered slightly, fumbling in his pockets until he located his phone. Once he retrieved it, he handed it over to you.

"Here ya go, honey," you said teasingly, handing Eren his phone back with a playful smile dancing on your lips. His cheeks flushed slightly at the nickname, caught off guard by the endearment. "Thank you, pretty," he replied, mustering up the courage to flirt back, his attempt at charm accompanied by a sheepish grin. As you prepared to leave, Eren's gaze lingered on you, reluctant to see you go. "Text me when you get home," he requested softly, his sincerity evident in his tone as he watched you pick your stuff up and leave.

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>ᵥ_ᵥ< : ITS MARCH BREAK YALL IM FREEE !! I might make a part 2 of this😙

[halfrican-heat]

Upstanding Gentleman (Ony)

Onyankopon was raised in a strict Ghanian household. He was pretty strait-laced...until he met you, of course. Still, Ony has many tricks up his sleeve that never fail to surprise you.

A/N: Yes, I'm high. Hello. So, this is the second Ony post I've had lingering in the back of my mind. It's in head cannon format but I think this could be something. Enjoy!

Warning(s): Explicit Sexual Content; Depictions of smoking marijuana; Penetrative Sex (p in v), Oral Sex (M receiving), Sex in childhood home, Black reader in mind, N-Word used; AAVE/Dialogue with Dialect

Pairing: Sober!Onyankopon x Stoner!Reader

Inspired by: Lauryn Hill and my bf :)

Sober!Ony was raised by a single mother who kept him in line. No drugs, no alcohol and he definitely had a curfew.

Straight A student and graduated the top of his class in high school

Spent majority of his childhood playing video games and taking apart old computers his mother would bring home from her teaching job.

Played basketball and practiced frequently with his friends

Loved taking photos and drawing

Only smoked weed once when he was seventeen and felt guilty about it for a week before he told his mom. (She smacked his head but wasn't that mad)

Never had a thing for drinking. His mom let him have some wine during his graduation dinner. His uncle, later that evening, gave him some liquor. Ony wasn't a fan.

Sober!Ony who went to college in a different state-- hours away from his mother.

He chose to go to a school pretty far away from home to study photography. He loved his mom but he felt like he needed a firm separation from his home life and college life.

That's where he met you. This sweet little thing from a town he had never heard of. So cute...

...and yet you smelled like trouble. Ony's suspicions were confirmed when you offered him a blunt in your car one night. Y'all had been talking for a minute at that point but you never gave off stoner vibes.

Ony declined but didn't mind hanging out as long as you rolled the windows down.

Turns out, you were a huge stoner. Bongs, smoking pieces, a stash larger than some of the ones he had seen back home. You weren't a plug, not really, you just really loved weed. You were super smart, too. Ony had known people like you from back home-- motivated stoners who smoked frequently but it didn't impede them getting shit done. You were like that and Ony really liked that about you.

Ony wasn't sure how to proceed at first but...one thing was sure: You had a hold on Onyankopon that he just couldn't deny.

Sober!Ony who, four years into your relationship, isn't super sober anymore.

"Mama, let me get one of them fruity drinks out the fridge." "They got alcohol in 'em Ony," You call from the kitchen. "I ain't ask you all that. They taste alright-- I feel like a classy nigga drinking them." "Okay, Classy Nigga," You say, bringing him one. "Mister Classy Nigga to you," He says, with a wide grin. "Pinkies out, baby."

Sober!Ony who branched out after meeting you but didn't partake as frequently as you did.

"Let me get a hit, baby." "Nigga, you don't smoke!" Ony kisses his teeth, side-eyeing you. "Then do that shit where you kiss me and blow the smoke in my mouth." You laugh loudly, throwing your head back at his nerve. "Okay, baby," You say, sparking up. Afterwards "Shit, where my inhaler at?"

Sober!Ony who made a great impression on your parents. Perhaps too great.

Your dad loves him, speaking highly of him every time your boyfriend comes up in conversation. "That Ony is a fine, upstanding gentleman," Your dad alway says. Little does he know... "What's that, ma?" His voice is husky in your ear as he thrusts into you roughly. His hand is over your mouth as your childhood mattress squeaks under your weight. Ony has you bent over, his pace punishing as he fucks you from behind. Tears streak your face as you helplessly claw at your sheets "Better be quiet," Ony drawls. "Don't want your folks to hear us, right? Or they gonna know what a slut you are for this upstanding gentleman."

Sober!Ony who loves the way you give head while high.

After many extensive and deep discussions about consent, Ony finally lets you give him head. At first, he was chilling. But then... "Shit, baby! Fuck," He groans, his head falling back. "Slow down, ma." You got his cum on your cheek from the first time he came but you don't care. You don't let up, taking his length down your throat. You suck the entire way down, slurping as you pull back to swirl your tongue around his leaking tip. Your tongue runs along the vein underneath his shaft before taking him back in your mouth, hollowing you cheeks as you slurp him down. "Fuck," He hisses, throwing his arm over his face. You had that man's toes curling and all.

Sober!Ony who loves how sexy you are at any given time of any given day but especially loves when you're feeling yourself while off the za.

Now the skies could fall...not even if my boss should call... Your hips sway seductively to the music as you take a pull from the blunt, in your own world. Lauryn Hill blasts from the radio as your lights change colors in a slow fade. Ony stands at the door of your shared bedroom, watching you sing and dance. You turn slowly, finally noticing him. You wordlessly hold out a hand to him with your body still moving to the music. See I don't need the alcohol...your love make me feel 10 feet tall... He takes your hand, pulling your body close to his. His hands trail your body, finding your ass as the two of you grind on one another. Yeah, Ony is gonna take his time with you tonight.

Sober!Ony who loves you as much as you love him despite your differences.

"Papa, you seen my bong?" "Judie?" "No, the other one." "She in the kitchen cabinet, baby."

"Ma, you seen my screwdriver?" "The fuck you doing drinking those?" "Bae...the tool. My tool." "Oh, it's on the counter by the microwave." a moment later "Onyankopon, what the fuck did you do to my damn radio!"

Overall, Sober!Ony who has changed a lot since the two of you got together. As long as you don't give him any cause for concern, he's happy to let you do as you please (and partake when he feels like it). You level each other up in ways no one expected. You're his lady and Ony doesn't want any one else but you.

"C'mere, my lil pothead," He says, cuddling up to you in bed. "Shut up, nigga." "Watch your mouth. Now lemme rub my legs against yours..."

A/N: I had fun with this. Asks are open!