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aki-mochi · 1 year ago

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Heyy 👋 can i request Chubby!Levi Ackerman x F!reader if it’s possible ? And thank youu ❤️!!

(It took me SO LONG to find a plot for this! Anyway, Hope you enjoy!)

Chubby!Levi x F!Reader: Pudgy is Okay

~Normal POV~

Three years after the Rumbling had ended, the Eldian heroes’ had gone their separate ways. Armin and his group were currently on a ship heading to Paradis Island to visit Mikasa at Eren’s grave, as Levi stayed behind with Gabi and Falco to help the volunteers feed and shelter the remaining survivors. Although wheelchair-bound with two missing fingers and a blind eye, Levi was currently passing out candy and sweets to the children at the refugee camp. Once the box was empty, he wheeled himself back to his tent, indicating that he was done for the day since the sun was starting to set over the horizon. His mind wandered back to the events of the war as he rolled down the smooth dirt path, not watching where he was going until he bumped into someone’s leg with the chair’s footrest.

“Ow!”

Levi blinked back to reality and rolled backward as the woman in front of him knelt to rub at the spot he had hit. “Are you ok? I wasn’t paying attention…”

“Yeah, I’m fine…,” she spoke until she turned to face him.

His functioning eye widened a bit at the sight of her, utterly surprised to see her again from his first time in Marley with Hange and the others. It was when Eren and the brats decided to drink with the Romans after one of the kids had taken Levi’s money. He had spotted her sneaking blankets to several tents as if she was helping the people living in them. Even though she is a Marlyan. He didn’t catch her name that night, nor did he want to, at risk of getting her into serious trouble. So, he kept his distance and just watched as she did her thing.

The woman’s eyes scanned him down before tilting her head a bit to the side. “Have we met? You look familiar somehow…”

“Not officially. But, I think I saw you a few years ago. Sneaking blankets to the refugee camp?” he raised a brow, hoping his intuition was correct.

She blinked. “You saw that..?”

“I did. You did well in doing that. Risking your life for others makes you brave.” A minuscule smile tugged at his lips when he saw her cheeks go aflame. “The name’s Levi.”

“I’m Y/n,” she smiled a bit. “Shall I help push you to your destination?”

Levi pondered the offer for a moment before giving a nod in response. She walked around to get behind him and grabbed a hold of the handles of the chair before proceeding to push him down the path. The walk was silent other than the distant chatter of people and children running about. She often glanced at his bandaged hand, noticing the missing digits as a frown made its presence on her face. She couldn’t imagine the hardship and sacrifice he endured for there to be a future for the world’s remaining population.

“Hey. My place is right here,” Levi pointed, snapping her out of her thoughts as she turned him to push him inside.

There weren't many possessions in the small space, other than a bed, chair, blankets, clothes, and a pillow. Although he probably had all of his stuff back on Paradis, he surely wasn’t planning on going back anytime soon. She noticed a small box in the corner with a fragile tea set sitting on top of it. Levi grunted as he slowly rose from the wheelchair to move onto the chair by his bed. Y/n helped by being his support, having him hold onto her arm so he wouldn’t fall over and injure himself any more than he was. He sighed as he got comfortable and looked at her.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. If I may ask, how did you get injured?”

“It’s a long story…,” he trailed off.

“I have time. Even though we’ve all heard the story of how the war ended, I’d like to hear your version of it.”

Levi looked at her in slight shock. No one had asked to hear his side of the story, though he wouldn’t blame them since they probably avoided him due to his scars. But her? She didn’t even hesitate to ask, nor did she show any reaction to his appearance. Gesturing towards his bed, he watched as she sat herself down next to him as he began to tell his story. From the day Paradis had discovered life outside the walls they hid behind, to the day the war had ended as she listened intently.

~Timeskip~

Months have passed and the refugee camp is slowly starting to become a village. Houses were being built, trees had been planted, the grass started to come back, and people were getting more resources like food, clothes, and spare blankets. Everyone seemed to be in good spirits and began to plan a small party for their massive milestone. However, Levi seemed to be in a sour mood the last couple of weeks while avoiding Y/n like the plague.

Y/n doesn’t know what had gotten into him and it hurt her deeply. One night, they were both in his new place having tea as they talked, and then the next morning, he completely brushed her off. It confused her to no end as to why he suddenly started giving her the cold shoulder. As the days went by, the more heartbroken she was becoming, for she fell in love with him. But he won’t even look in her direction anymore whenever she attempts to get answers as to why.

Y/n was making her way down the familiar path going back to her tent after helping the volunteers with food portions again, when she had stopped in front of Levi’s place. Her heart ached at the thought of him as she held back every urge to knock on his door, even though she wouldn’t get an answer from him. Swallowing a lump, she continued her walk until she spotted someone in the distance. And that someone being Levi due to the obvious object of his wheelchair being in sight. However, he wasn’t in his chair, instead, he was attempting to do pull-ups on a bar that wasn’t there before. She watched as he struggled to get his chin past the bar since it was probably straining the hand with fewer fingers.

He cursed as he lowered himself into his chair, sitting there in silence while his head hung low on his shoulders. Y/n frowned and made her way over to him until she was able to hear him scold himself for his failure.

“Fuck. At this rate, I’ll get even weaker and I can’t let that happen.”

“Levi…?”

Levi snapped his head up and blinked in surprise when he saw her. His eyes furrowed into his usual glare at her, making her flinch a bit as her frown deepened.

“What do you want?” His words were cold like ice.

“I… was walking until I saw you here. What were you doing?” She hesitated.

“It’s none of your damn business.”

His words stung, and here she was concerned for his well-being despite how he’d treated her these last few weeks. It wasn’t like he wanted to in the first place. He fell in love with the woman in front of him and had planned to tell her his feelings. However, that one morning he had gotten his usual check-up to monitor his still-healing injuries. And he had found out that he’d been gaining a bit of weight. He couldn’t do his usual exercises like he used to back in the Scouts due to his knee. So, the lack of movement and the foods he consumed in the three years had taken effect on his body physically. His muscles were nearly gone. He didn’t have that toned body he worked so hard to get anymore, he was practically pudgy now. Even his cheeks were rounder. He figured Y/n wouldn’t want that in her life. No one else he knew wanted that, saying it’d be too much for them.

So, he pushed her away and started acting cold towards her. It hurt him to do such things when she didn’t deserve it. But he had to do something about his weight, and he would just make her worry to death for pushing himself too much. Looking up at her, his breath nearly hitched when he saw her upset expression. She was on the verge of tears, and it was all his fault. Y/n turned her heels to walk away but Levi grabbed her hand to prevent her from doing so, forcing her to stay put but keeping her back to him so he wouldn’t see her cry.

“Y/n, I… I didn’t mean what I said…”

“If you needed space, you could’ve told me… instead you pretend I don’t exist or become mean for no reason…”

He could hear her voice crack as she spoke, tugging at his heartstrings more than they were. He gently tugged her back to him but she refused to budge. Levi sighed as he glanced over at the bar he was previously using.

“I’ve gained a bit of weight as of late… so, I’ve been trying to get rid of it so you wouldn’t have to deal with it since you’ve helped me so much..” he admitted.

“Why would I care…?”

Levi frowned at her response and tried to answer, but was cut off as she continued.

“Why would I care about your weight…? Have you ever stopped to wonder if I ever cared about how you look?”

“I…” he trailed off.

Y/n finally turned towards him as tears bubbled her vision. “I don’t care if you're muscular or if you're bigger than what you were before. I fell in love with you as a person, not your body. But that’s all you cared about and didn’t consider my feelings when you brushed me off.”

“Y/n…”

“I-I love you…. but you don’t return the feelings…” she sobbed.

Levi pulled her closer so he could bring her into his arms on his lap. The sudden move made her gasp in surprise as she looked at him through her tears. He reached up to cup her face with his hand, stroking her cheek with his thumb while wiping away the tears in the process.

“I do return the feelings.”

“But-”

He shushed her with a finger on her lips. “I love you.”

With that, he removed his finger and pressed his lips against hers. The kiss was surprisingly soft and sweet as her eyes fluttered shut, returning the gesture as she cupped his face in her hands. Levi sighed into the kiss while he held her closer to his body, his arms wrapped around her waist as he ran his hands up and down her back soothingly. When he pulled back ever so slightly, he looked at her through half-lidded eyes as their breaths brushed against each other’s, which sent shivers up their spines.

“I do love you… would you mind spending the evening with me?” he questioned.

“Of course, Levi,” she smiled with rosy cheeks.

With that, Y/n carefully got up off his lap, aware of his weak knee, and walked around to grab at his chair's handles to push him to their destination. Levi watched as he rolled towards his home, glancing back at her now and then to make sure she was alright. Catching his gaze on her, Y/n looked down at him and smiled before getting to his front door. Levi watched as she opened his door and pulled him through the doorway backward. Once the front door closed, Levi rolled himself through the house, making her follow him until they got to his bedroom.

It was getting late, so Levi decided to get ready for bed a bit earlier than usual. Y/n watched as he got into his dresser and pulled out a t-shirt and a pair of pants then set them on the bed. Her cheeks flushed when he started to unbutton his shirt. She went to leave the room but his voice stopped her in her tracks.

“Don’t leave… I… want you to see what you’ll be dealing with…,” he hesitated.

At that, she turned around just in time for him to slip his shirt off his body. No abs in sight, his arms more softer, and his face looked squishy at the cheeks. He had, indeed, gained some weight within the last three years, but that didn’t mean anything to her. He was still the Levi she grew to love. She stepped closer and cupped his face in her hands, watching them squish together as she did while he gave a pout. A blush crept up her cheeks at the reaction she got from him as he half-heartedly swatted her hands away.

“Stop that.”

“But it was cute~” she giggled.

“I am not cute,” he huffed.

Y/n just smiled and helped him out of his chair and onto his bed before helping him with his pants. Levi’s ears flushed as she did so, not used to anyone helping him, nor had anyone seen him with no clothes. When she saw the scar on his knee where a titan had bit him, a frown made its way onto her features as she gently traced the edges of the scar. A shiver ran through his spine from the feeling, hence that the injury was still sensitive to the smallest touch. When Y/n had finished helping him, she cupped his cheek once more, stroking under the eye he could not see out of.

“You’re still handsome to me, Levi, and your weight is not ‘something to deal with’. But if you still want to lose it, I will help and support you.”

He hummed at her words until he took hold of her hands and pulled her down onto the bed with him. He wrapped his arms around her waist while burying himself in her chest, letting out a sigh of contentment when he felt her fingers run through his hair until he started to drift to sleep. Y/n noticed his body had relaxed as his breathing slowed as she carefully shifted to pull a blanket over them both. Kissing the crown of his head, she too, began to fall asleep with Levi in her arms as she hoped for a bright and long-lasting relationship in their future.

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homosandhomies · 2 years ago

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My favorite solo from each main character on glee (because why not)

SUE: Vogue. “WILL SCHUESTER I HATE YOU”

KURT: Rose’s Turn. Chris Colfer rarely got songs that highlighted ALL his vocal strengths. This song used everything. He had a strong head voice, an amazing mix, and he can EMOTE WITH EVERY INCH OF HIS LIFE. No wonder he got the Golden Globe.

QUINN: This Is A Man’s World. This scene is ridiculous, but out of context the song absolutely slaps. Diana can BELT and she deserved to do it more.

ARTIE: Stronger. Probably my favorite Britney song. Kevin ate. That is all.

PUCK: Only the Good Die Young. This song is so fun and I think Puck’s voice is very underrated. A good ol’ jam. Thank you for repping the Jewish community king ❤️

WILL: Sway. It’s a shame that we never talk about his voice because HOLY SHIT MATTHEW MORRISON IS INCREDIBLE. This man is so talented and we never acknowledge it because of Will Schuester’s shenanigans.

BLAINE: Somewhere Only We Know. You can hate Blaine all you want but you can’t deny the POWER of this song. The love in his eyes is sickening I am not okay right now

FINN: I’ve Gotta Be Me. Given the fact that Cory didn’t have any singing experience before, this song makes me so fucking happy because you can see how much he had grown as a singer, but also how proud he was of himself! Look at him go!!! (Bonus: If I’m bending the rules in terms of what qualifies as a solo I would 100% make his Paradise By the Dashboard Light. That was his undoubtedly his very best vocal performance. It’s SO FUCKING GOOD it makes me go batshit.)

RACHEL: My Man. “She may be difficult but boy can she sing.”

BRITTANY: Run the World. The dancing is definitely the more impressive part of this number, but it still sounds great! This song really highlighted Heather’s strengths, when most of her songs weren’t very memorable in my opinion.

MIKE: Cool. Maybe Tina should be a professional vocal coach because damn look at him go!! Idk why an Asian kid wanted to play the role of a leader of a white supremacist group but at least he sounds great 🤷‍♀️

MERCEDES: I Will Always Love You. Literally every single Mercedes song is perfect, so this was the hardest one for me. This means I had to base it on acting. And she DELIVERS here. It should be illegal to be this talented.

TINA: Because You Loved Me. The fact that this is one of TWO solos that Jenna actually got to finish infuriates me. She was ROBBED because she is an amazing singer.

SANTANA: Nutbush City Limits. LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, MISS NAYA RIVERA. HOLY SHIT. Finn saying before the song, “They say that true divas aren’t really mortal” is so true. This woman was an absolute icon and I will always be blown away by her talent.

JAKE: Let Me Love You (Until You Learn to Love Yourself). It’s so EARNEST and HEARTFELT and Jacob Artist popped off with the acting. And the falsetto!! God it’s just beautiful.

EMMA: Getting Married Today. This is a trio, not a solo, but it’s so fucking good that I HAD to do it. That is literally one of the hardest female songs on Broadway, and for some reason they had Jayma sing it even FASTER than the original version? I can’t imagine the stress of trying to do that, but she was perfect.

SAM: Copacabana. This is just a really fun song! Everyone’s having a good time and Chord sounds amazing.

RYDER: Your Song. This is my favorite Elton John song, and boy was it done justice. The acting is really good in this scene. The mix of anxiety and earnestness coming from Ryder is adorable. He had great chemistry with whoever that girl was. (On a storyline note, I hated how this all developed though. If it had gone my way, Unique would confess it was her, then Ryder would sing this directly to Unique.)

KITTY: Signed, Sealed, Delivered I’m Yours. I just really like this number. Obsessed with Becca’s high notes.

MARLEY: Wrecking Ball. The cheating storyline with Bree was so fucking stupid and shouldn’t have happened. That being said, Melissa ATE what they gave her and left zero crumbs. She really came in like a wrecking ball.

UNIQUE: I Know Where I’ve Been. THIS SONG MAKES ME GO FUCKING CRAZY!!! THE TRANS CHOIR!!!! THE ACTING!!!!! THE FUCKING HIGH NOTE!!!!!! IT’S JUST SO GOOD I CAN’T HANDLE IT!!!!!!! This is the best part of season 6, full stop. THE most underrated Glee song ever. I will not accept criticism towards this opinion.

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issie-https · 1 year ago

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Here is Part 2❤️

Part 1

Libra

Dates: September 23 - October 22

Sign: ♎️

Musicians with the same zodiac: Avril Lavinge, John Lennon, Marina Diamandis, Mitski, The Boss(Bruce Springsteen), Jim Root, Eddie Clarke, TOMMY LEE!!!, Ethan Torchio and Flea.

What I think of you: Sweethearts. Never met a Libra that I hate! Look at all the fucking amazing musicians! Love you All❤️

Why I chose the picture: I love butterflies and they’re calming. Just like Libras🫶🏻

Scorpio

Dates: October 23 - November 21

Sign: ♏️

Musicians with the same zodiac: SZA, Jeff Buckley, MICHAEL CLIFFORD❤️❤️, KIRK HAMMET❤️❤️, Mick Thomson, Travis Barker, Chad Smith and Robert Trujillo.

What I think of you: Cool, hardcore, badass sweethearts❤️ Proved by the people above!

Why I chose the picture: pretty but dangerous.

Sagittarius

Dates: November 22 - December 21

Sign: ♐️

Musicians with the same zodiac: TAYLOR SWIFT❤️❤️, OZZY FUCKING OSBOURNE!❤️, COREY TAYLOR❤️, JIMI HENDRIX❤️ and NIKKI SIXX(AHSHHDNFBF)❤️❤️

What I think of you: not met too many so I’m gonna base it off the musicians so, I fucking love you❤️🫶🏻

Why I chose the picture: it’s your sign & I feel like it also fits

Capricorn

Dates: December 22 - January 19

Sign: ♑️

Musicians with the same zodiac: Elvis Presley, Dolly Parton, DAVID BOWIE❤️, Alex Turner, Marilyn Manson, DAVID ERIC GROHL❤️❤️!!!, Jonathan Davis, LEWIS FUCKING HAMILTON(F1)💜 and LARS ULRICH❤️.

What I think of you: Iconic. My dad is a Capricorn and I’m a daddy’s girl so that helps youse a bit😂

Why I chose the picture: free, calm people.

Aquarius(MEEE!!)

Dates: January 20 - February 18

Sign: ♒️

Musicians with the same zodiac: AXL ROSE❤️❤️, DUFF MCKAGAN❤️❤️, STEVEN ADLER❤️❤️❤️, TOM KEIFER❤️❤️, THE WEEKND❤️, Shakira(my b-day twin!!), BOB MARLEY❤️, BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG❤️, Lisa Marie Presley, CALUM HOOD❤️❤️❤️, CLIFF BURTON❤️, Eddie Van Halen, Paul Stanley TAYLOR HAWKINS(rip ml)❤️❤️ and VINCE NEIL❤️❤️.

What I think of you: We’re iconic! And amazing. I’m not bias, we’re fucking cool. I love how 3/5 gnr members are Aquariuses

Why I chose the picture: cool, calm and collected like us

Pisces

Dates: February 19 - March 20

Sign: ♓️

Musicians with the same zodiac: Rihanna, KURT COBAIN❤️❤️, JON BON JOVI❤️❤️and George Harrison.

What I think of you: My best friend is a Pisces and she’s a literal angel and the reason I’m still here🫶🏻 so, you’re all really nice and kind. Proof by Kurt❤️

Why I chose the picture: cute like you all.(I also love llamas😂).

#zodiac #libra #scorpio #sagittarius #capricorn #aquarius #pisces #music

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syrma-sensei · 3 years ago

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→ Pleasure Services

original art by: spaceboykenny

This one-shot is dedicated to my dear friend: @hoeforreiner, hope you like it, hun 😚❤️

→ attack on titan masterlist | ao3 | wattpad

pairing: gladiator!Reiner Braun x mistress!reader

setting: Ancient Rome AU

rating: dark, explicit.

warning: slavery, angst, dom reader, humiliation, twisted games...

word count: 5.2k

Every month, a grand game took place in a vast court, bestowed with the presence of Emperor Fritz and his wife, Empress Ymir and their two eldest daughters: Maria and Rose, whereas little princess Sina was too young to behold such event; a gruesome one at the point.

Well-trained gladiators were to fight, most of times to the death, to entertain an applauding and profuse crowd. Most of them were slaves of Marley soldiers, traitors, criminals, or previous disobedient house slaves that their masters were tired of them.

You were a famous Mistress to hold such business, you took it after your father, it was profiting and delightful to you. The money you earned from the gambles on the warriors you had — you had the best of all. Unlike the other masters, you didn't welcome any slave to your training grounds. They should be fitting, meet your high standards, and you were generous enough to let them live a luscious life before the possible fatality on court. But they were vicious and capable, they had never disappointed you before.

Dressed in your silky robes that oozed wealth made upon the shoulders of those vigorous men, you swayed your way left and right, stuttering your power and opulence. Your laced, leather sandles tapped against the marble floor as you sauntered down the vaunted corridors, on your way to the lavish seat within the crowd, very much close to the royal family's cabin, your father wouldn't dream of it, but you earned that place.

“Lady (L/N),” A gruff voice came from behind you.

You bowed to the large man, “Your Majesty,”

“I expect your infamous gladiator is up to a fight today, isn't he?”

You couldn't help the smirk on your lips, “Of course, Your Majesty, as you'd requested,”

“Good,” He gave you an amused smirk of his own, “Many thanks, Lady (Y/N),”

It was several days ago, when you received a message from the Emperor himself, marked with his royal seal, requiring you to put that gladiator on the next game. You didn't entertain the idea really, because he was precious to you and you didn't want to let him go to waste on games. But you couldn't turn off a liege's order, could you? Furthermore, you were absolutely certain of your slave's capability, and whomever his competitor was, he'd strike him down with ease. You smirked.

Following the sovereign and his wife and daughters, you took your seat, right beneath the royal box, and among the highest of the high, waiting for the tournament to start.

You watched Lady Mikasa Ackerman, sitting next to you after she startled a bit at your presence. She and you weren't on best terms to say the least. You two were vicious rivals to get on top, and perhaps her inheritance and being an Ackerman, a noble family and close to the royals, gave her quite the advantage. One would certainly know that you wouldn't have a chance against her, but again you proved that allegations to be wrong.

“Lady Mikasa,” You acknowledged her out of courtesy; you knew your manners well.

“Lady (Y/N),” She said, voice curt and unamused as she sat beside you.

It'd always been like that, ever since you climbed your way to the top and almost knocking her off of it. She always — and unabashedly — showed her disdain for you, given you weren't born of noble blood like her. But it amused you, and it did too much. How you, a mere mistress could unsettle her greatly, that when you decided to mess with her.

“A word of mouth says that your slave, Jaeger,” Her instant flinch didn't go unnoticed by you, “is visiting whorehouses, not that it's truly a big deal, but they say he terrorises the poor whores with unspeakable deeds,”

You watch her jaw clench. Good. She was taking the bait, and nothing could bring you more pleasure.

“Eren,” She called her slave by his name, and it was utterly normal, but the way she said it with was ardent almost... intimate. “isn't doing anything of the sort, and I hope you don't believe to those filthy rumours,”

Ah, here she was again, trying to mask her anger beneath false cordiality. But you knew better.

“Of course, Your Ladyship, I just said what I said to warn you, I know how Jaeger is valuable to your business, and such words might damage his popularity amongst the audience, and we don't need that, no?”

She forced a smile as she gazed at you, “Thank you, Lady (Y/N), I appreciate your... consideration.”

“Of course, my lady, of course,”

However, rumours didn't include that Jaeger was fucking whores, but Lady Mikasa herself. Rumour had it that the slave and his mistress were in having an affair, and if that turned out to be true, it would lead the both of them to a very unpleasant place.

The herald's strong voice boomed, over powering the crowds' chattering and screaming.

“Behold, Their Majesties, Emperor Fritz and Empress Ymir, and Their Highnesses, Princesses Maria and Rose.”

The crowd barked and applauded as the royalty made it to their cabin, waving their hands to the people. Fritz was doing it vivdly, while Ymir was more forced into it, and the young princesses were doing their utmost best to do what they ought to do.

After taking their seats, Fritz gestured his hand to the herald.

“Today's game should include the fight that each one of us has been waiting for,” The herald hollered, “It is between two of our most favourite fighters; fierce they're known, and merciless when it comes to death...”

The intense silence, the anticipating eyes, the boiling bellies, the thumping hearts, you enjoyed it all.

“The man who was a general in our army, the one who betrayed us, the sinner who's seeking forgiveness,” The herald's voice was strong, unrelenting, “Ladies and gentlemen, with His Majesty's blessio, I present to you; the Armoured Titan, Reiner Braun!”

A very cheerful applause followed as the gladiator came out from the gates.

A very contented smile quirked your lips as you saw your warrior, board and chin up, an aggressive expression adorning his handsome face, his muscular and huge body cladded in an elegant armour, that you personally had chosen. The cheer satisfied you greatly; Reiner, although being accused of military treason, he'd gained grand popularity amongst the people and won their hearts, as if he had done nothing before and that was all because of you and how you presented him; a sinner looking for a remission for his gruesome deeds, and from the mad clapping and cheering, you knew you made a very damn good job at it.

“His rival to victory today is, our favourite local man, who's been accused of murdering his masters, seeking freedom of slavery,” You glanced at Mikasa next to you to find her... anxious. You raised and amused eyebrow and puckered your lips up in a sickening grin. “Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you also, the Attack Titan, Eren Jaeger!”

A loud cheering followed, almost as rowdy as the one they did for Reiner.

Eren came out of the gates as well, with his long, brown hair, and fierce, green eyes. Unlike your warrior, he didn't wear anything but a topless tunic, a piece of groin protection, and a pair of sandals. His tan skin was glowing feverishly under the sun.

The two warriors approached near to the royal box and bowed, “We who are going to die, salute you!”

The Emperor nodded at them both, “Let the game begin!”

•••

“You did well today, Reiner,” Your fingertip ghosted on the skin of his chest, teasing and mischievous, “You made me proud, my warrior, and your Mistress deems you worthy of a reward tonight,”

After the game had ended, with Reiner as the winner, and after smashing Eren's jaw, and the crowd losing their mind over the scene, you took Reiner back to your quarters in your palace, and tended his wounds all yourself. That whore's gladiator had stabbed a spear through your precious Reiner arm, but fortunately, it didn't hit a main vessel. You smiled, despite his arm becoming useless during the fight, he had managed to win.

You could feel him shiver under you hands, you giggled, “Wouldn't you like it?” Leaning your face in, you took a lick of his already erected nipples, “To let your Mistress pamper you, her brave and strong slave?”

Gulping hard, he looked into your eyes pleadingly, just like you taught him; when he wanted to beg something of you, he had to say it with him gazing at you in the eye.

“Y-Yes, milady,” He nodded hesitantly, “I'd love to have you pampering me... although I don't deserve it.”

His face snapped to the side as your palm connected to his cheek. “Slaves don't have a say in what they deserve, their masters decide it, and when I say you deserve something, then you indeed deserve it,”

Reiner's head dropped in shame, “I crossed my lines, I apologize, milady,” He was now on his knees before you, “Please forgive me,”

You grasped his stubbled chin gently, tipping his head up to lock his eyes with yours.

“Forgivness must be earned, Reiner,” You said, playfulness screaming out of your voice, “Don't you agree?”

Finally, you saw him smile, exhaling deeply from his lungs, picking up too well on what you were hinting at. So, with shaky hands, he caught your hips so lightly as if he was afraid his callous hands would hurt you, “Will milady allow this slave to please her?”

You smirked, “Yes, but don't you dare mess this up,”

“Of course, milady,”

He was on feet again, towering over you before sweeping you in his arms delicately. Reiner put you on the foot of the large bed, kneeling on the floor before you. One firm hand grabbing the hem of your robe, sliding it up to reveal the delicious skin of your legs.

“So divine,” He whispered, kissing your ankle with his warm lips.

“Do you see me a goddess, Reiner?” You asked as your elbows carried your weight up, rising your upper body in order to watch him.

His lips trailed a line of kisses on your leg, strong hands around your ankles pulling you closer to his head.

“You're my goddess, milady,” He made sure to say that with eye contact as he teased your inner thigh.

You sighed deeply, his thumbs circling on your skin so slowly, so softly.

“Worship me then,” You said, a challenging hint tinting your tone, “Show me how obedient of a devotee you are,”

And with that you splayed your legs a bit, puckering your lips into a haughty smile, and he smiled back, lifting an eyebrow amusedly.

Reiner leaned in again, pressing his face into the crook of your hip, nuzzling his nose into it, and your head snapped, and you burst out laughing.

Reiner felt his heart flutter at your voice, and you felt the smile on his lips as he dug down to your mound. Reiner made sure to tease your skin first, kissing and licking on your outter labias and rims of your slits, taking sick pleasure of hearing you moan and mewl his name over and over.

“Gods!” you snapped, gripping on his hair hard, “Get over it already, Reiner,”

And so he did.

The warrior buried his face into your slit, his nose brushing to your clit whereas his tongue licked all the way up your hole. The pressure made you explode.

“Ah... Reiner...” Your hands tightened, one on his hair and the other on the sheets.

Reiner wasn't only an expert in splitting his rivals' throats on court, rather his tongue was also pretty adept on splitting you open down there. His master tongue brushing your small labias left and right, kissing fondly on the hood of your thrilled bud, before inserting it, dripping wet with his saliva and your juices, inside of you.

“Gods above, Reiner!” You hummed, head digging back into the mattress, coils tugging at the tip of your stomach. “R-Reiner... hah.. Reiner you bastard... k-keep going,”

Your thighs sqeezed his head, a desperate attempt of you to cease the fireworks between them, but to no avail. He cooed against your cunt, his voice vibrating against your flesh.

Reiner's tongue was diligent, relentless as he fucked you through spit and slicks. Your were his ambrosia, already tasting it like the gods above. And when you came in a powerful spasm, with a scream of his name, he lapped your cum, tongue pressing against your swollen clit and drawing every wave out of your orgasm.

Your legs shook, and your eyes closed shut, as he seized your cunt between his lips and began to suck. You tried to push his head away, you needed to recover, he was in no place to fuck you dumb just by his tongue.

“S-Stop!” Unlike the heartless lady you were, your word came out as whine, a pathetic sound of begging. You were triggered.

“Stop it!” You pushed your gladiator's head away, well he obliged to your demand to be exact. Your cunt pulsing and shivering, missing the warmth and wetness of his mouth. Reiner was practically making out with your pussy, and you fucking liked it. He was a damn good kisser, upper and lower lips, he could take care of them very thoroughly.

Through half-lidded eyes, chest heaving up and down, you glared at him. He was smiling, giddily. His chest was heaving too, excited. You shivered when he licked you off of his lips, his tongue brushing teasingly on his skin.

The bastard, does he seriously have the notion that he can overpower me?

You clicked your tongue, and Reiner's face dropped.

“Is something the matter, milady?” You could sense the urgency in his voice.

The audacity, he even has the nerve to ask!

You tsked again, “I don't think you quite understand, Reiner.” You lifted yourself up, surging forwards down to his handsome face, cupping his cheek, “When I tell to stop, you stop,”

“I-I... I'm terribly sorry, milady,” He puffed air in a light chuckle, “I got carried away, and I couldn't help myself... I love pleasuring you,”

“Oh, really?” Your mouth quirked into a sly smile, “Tell me, Reiner,” He quivered as you played with his dirty blond hair, “Are the other slaves privileged as such?”

His eyes never leaving yours, “No,” Reiner clasped your hand on cheek, and kissed your palm. “I'm forever in debt to you, milady,” He whispered.

“So, you accept doing this just to repay your debt, Reiner?”

“No!” He almost yelled that, “Not at all; I'm well aware I cannot do that. I-I know my place too well, milady,” His eyes locks with yours again, just to detach away again, “I-I... dare not say what motivates me to keep going on this,” A fierce blush smeared his face pink.

You giggled, tapping his shoulder, “It's alright, Reiner, to admit the needs of your flesh,” You fondled his cheek gently with your fingertips, “Your Mistress is generous enough to let you indulge yourself in that regard, as long as you make that bitch cry by beating that her slave's arse up,”

An image of Lady Mikasa falshed through your mind. When she hysterically screamed when her fighter — lover — was down. The idiot whore, she even begged the sovereign to stop Reiner from delivering the final blow to save Eren's life. And the monarch obliged, even though he was experiencing an unmatched euphoria from watching the fight, that even his wife or any other whore could never give him.

You knew why he spared his life; he wanted to see more of Reiner and Eren's fighting.

Reiner chuckled, shaking his head, “Although what milady implies is utterly correct, but there's something more to it,” He dropped his head again, “And I'm afraid I'm in no place to divulge it,”

Reiner's head snapped again to face you, when he heard you hum so beautifully, his lower lip shuddered.

Reiner closed his eyes shut, and you could've sworn you could hear his heart pumping in his ribcage so vigorously.

“I told you, Reiner, it's not your place to decide it, so, come on,” You crossed your legs haughtily, lips curling into an amused grin, “Do tell me, what's your secret motives, other than your carnal needs,”

He finally opened his eyes, somehow gathering the courage to utter, “I harbour feelings for you, milady,”

You giggled again, and he pouted; you were taking sick pleasure in this, and you fucking knew it.

You passed a fingertip on his cheek, “What kind of feelings, Reiner, hm?”

He licked his lips, frustration covering his face, you saw his bulged Adam's apple sway up and down as he swallowed hard.

“Respect, loyalty, and... and even... perhaps l-love,”

The frightened yet anticipating expression he drew on his face was priceless, and your smirk dilated.

“I'm sorry, I'm terribly sorry, I-I shouldn't have said tha — mmmhhhmm...”

Reiner rough arms brushed against your silky robe as he held you close in his hold after you practically jumped onto him. Your arms around his neck, lips syncing and smooching urgently. He couldn't stop his hands from ramming down your back, even to your arse, circling his palms on your hips and sides.

Your lips were hugging in amatory, tongues dancing leisurely, before he wrapped his lips around your tongue and started sucking on it. You hummed in delight, rolling yourself on top of him, as he grazed your chin then going back up to your mouth.

Your lips popped and clicked in the most wet, salacious sounds, sneaking through your bodies lithely. With each sound, you could feel your folds wring and throb in need, and more slicks smearing your already dirty robe.

When you two broke the kiss, his gaze held yours, and he dared to grab the hem of your dress, sliding it up your head, putting it aside, revealing your body to him.

“My sweet lovely goddess,” He uttered breathlessly, and before he could steal your lips again in another kiss, you drew back, your glorious body retreating up to the bed. And while doing so, your eyes never left his, inviting glint gleaming within your eyes, and he gladly accepted. It wasn't his place to say no after all, was it?

He followed you to bed, after slipping his leather sandals off.

His hazel eyes rammed your body, vehement and intense, and you noticed the hitch in his breath. You allowed him to top you, to entertain his needs of pleasing you. Reiner's killer hands, as rough as they were, were nothing but smooth on your skin, and his lips made wonders on your body.

Your figure sank into the fluffy mattress, his overly skilled hands were sending you to the edge, coaxing purring moans and whispers when he lavished your neck and breasts. But when you sensed him going down there again, you stopped him, then you sat up, and pushed him on his back, straddling his toned abs.

You giggled at his perplexed expression.

“H-Have I done something wrong, Goddess?”

Another giggle, swiping the tip of your forefinger on his muscled chest, “Not at all, but on the contrary...” Your smile didn't budge when you hunched over to whisper in his ear, “You're being a very good boy, Reiner,”

And gods above, you could feel his entire body jolt beneath you. The cotton loincloth that was left on was painfully straining his cock.

“Please — ugh...” His panting voice turned into a heavy grumble when you curled your small hand around his clothed manhood, a wet line of pre-cum already moistened the loincloth.

“M-Milady... please...” Reiner's rasp voice came out hushed, breathless, as he shamelessly begged you, and you trembled, delightful chills crossing your body, your twisted side was enjoying this; having a fierce warrior, a brutal one, imploring you to touch him, grope him, feel him, to let you have him whole.

“Good boy, Reiner,” You stroke his clothed cock harder, “Good boy, my strong, beautiful warrior,”

And that was the last straw; you felt wetness dampening the piece of clothing, seeping through the cotton to reach your hand; your eyes dilated. The latter twirled his head to the side in shame, dark hues of red rising on his face.

“D-Did you just release, Reiner?” You said in utter disbelief.

“No! I-I mean yes,” He said bashfully, still not facing you, “I-I'm so sorry... I didn't mean it to be fast!”

You were silent for a moment; your gladiator was full of surprises ideed. For all you knew, Reiner was into be shackled and tied up, being at command like an eager dog. You used to put a choker on his neck, and tell him how needy of a slave he was. Tying him up to your bed and having your way with him. You told him profane and filthy things, about how slutty he was, and slap him in the face for daring to hint at disobedience, and he liked it, you used his guilt and regret against him, making him think of himself worthless, and only you who could provide him value. You relished in it too far, using him, mentally and physically, for your own pleasure. But that was the point of slaves, wasn't it? To serve their masters with everything they could? And you were generous enough to seek what pleased him too, and Reiner loved to be humiliated and debased, to be treated like trash, for he was trash, and that was why he turned into a slave in the first place, to atone for his sins, he had betrayed the empire, and killed one of his comrades, Marco Bodt, in the process.

But did you give two shits about the matter? Absolutely not. Reiner was a military man, a brute beast in the battlefield, and today he managed to beat Mikasa's gladiator, and he did it to make his Mistress happy. He was about to charge the final blow but that slave's bitch of a mistress broke the rules and saved her precious warrior. And you couldn't be any happier, to break her resolve and freak her out. She wasn't on top anymore, and you got an approving from the emperor himself.

You burst into laughter, making him whip his head towards you, “Aww, my fierce warrior loves to be praised by his Mistress, how adorable,”

And it was indeed; the blood of his competitor was still on his wrappings, the ones you discarded aside to personally tend his wounds by yourself. But here he was, with his huge and broad structure, rendered helpless under your touch, and begging for more.

“Milady... please forgive me,” He kissed the pad of your palm, “I j-just lost control of myself,”

A wide smile cracked your mouth, patting his cheek.

You chuckled heartily, “That's where you're wrong, darling,” You back sloped down, “You never were in control, Reiner,” Another chuckle, licking one his nipples, you knew how sensitive they were, “I am,”

Reiner hissed both in pain and pleasure, and you took one nipple in your mouth, and the other being twisted harshly between your thumb and forefinger.

“F-Fuck...” Reiner's eyes rolled back, “Milady, please... please... ghhh,”

You drew back; you wanted to look at him, and he was in a pathetic state. You giggled, cupping his cheeks again.

“You're going to promise me, Reiner,” You bit on your lower lip, “You're going to show me how strong you are, just how I taught you before, hm?”

Reiner's eyes flew open, carrying his upper body on his elbows, when he felt your nimble fingers unfastening his lower cloth.

“Wait, wait! please, I'm not ready ye — fuck!”

His head snapped backwards, feeling your warm tongue lapping the underside of his hard cock, reaching the weeping tip then wrapping your lips around it. Reiner hiccuped when he gazed down at you. But like you taught him, he stood still, clenching the sheets underneath him. Damn, the cuffs would have made it easier to him in this case, he didn't trust what his hands might do, and he'd be damned if he disappointed his mistress.

Your lips let go of him with a wet sound.

“Behave.” Your eyebrows knitted in a playful hug, and he nodded frantically, the apple of his throat bulging conspicuously as he swallowed hard.

You nodded approvingly before taking him in again, deeper this time. Reiner was huge everywhere, and his cock was no exception; you were having a bit of trouble to adjust him in. But you did eventually, of course you did. Reiner was your slave, and you'd be damned if you, his owner, couldn't take him in.

Reiner squirmed; your tongue swirling and twirling around him so adroitly, and his breathing grew ragged.

“M-Milady, please... AH!”

A wicked smile slipped into your lips even though you were tearing up, and then you sucked him, hard, and by the incoherent, guttural sounds he was making, you knew he was raving with pleasure.

Your drew your face back a little only to plunge him deeper, your nose being tickled by the blond hair, his balls slamming your chin. You reached out for his hands, and you interwined your fingers with his, as you bobbed your head over and over, making his tip scratch the back of your throat.

Reiner's hands clasped harder on yours, “Milady, please, please, I'm... I'm going to...”

That was when you slipped out, lips and chin already stained with pre-cum and spit.

With half-lidded eyes, hazel orbs gazing at you with beseech.

“You want to have release, Reiner?”

The latter gulped, nodding, “Yes, yes, I want it so bad... please...”

“Then have it inside of me, warrior,” You poked his nose, “Show me what you can do,”

Reiner nodded again, almost eagerly this time, and he surprised you by grabbing your hips, flipping you on the mattress and topped you. You giggled cheerfully, waiting for him to ravish you, and Reiner didn't disappoint you. Such a good boy.

Reiner's body dwarfed you, and you allowed yourself to feel safe with him. Slaves were dangerous. You worked as a mistress for long enough to work it out, and what you had with Reiner was even more dangerous. To have a sexual relationship with one of your slaves, to let him be in your personal bed, it was a great jeopardy. Not that it was frowned upon of course, for the masters were allowed to have their slaves as they pleased. But those slaves were free one of those days, and certainly, some of them yearned for freedom. But you knew Reiner wasn't one of them; the man relished in being a slave, your slave in that regard, and you made sure to ruin him, to make him attached to you by owning him in all aspects.

It began in purely animalistic kind of way. You found in him the perfect servant in bed; you'd had always a thing for tamming big, puffed men, to have them begging at your feet, but Reiner, fuck, you didn't even need to break him; he was already broken with shattered soul, and had no ounce of defiance.

You could sense the uncertainty in your gladiator's hands, so, you grabbed and led them to your tits, and he obliged, kneading and massaging them assiduously. Hushed mewls slipping through your lips, tough thumbs caressing your nipples.

“Reiner...” Arms encircling his powerful neck, pushing his head forwards, burying it into your breasts, and Reiner obliged, he deluged your mounts that teared you up.

“Reiner...” You bit on your lower lip, “Put it in... put it in... nhhhm,”

Reiner buried his face into the crook of your neck, and sleeved himself within your hungry walls impatiently. You plundered his lips, sloppy and lazy kisses as he pounded inside of you untill his tip kissed your cervix nuzzily. Nails digging into his flesh, and meat blunging from between your fingers, drawing blood out as you marked him yours.

“M-Milady...” He whispered next your ear, pinching his eyes shut, “I'm close...”

“So am I-I — nah!” Your orgasm hit you, unraveling the tight knot coiling at the tip of your stomach, and Reiner followed you, painting your insides white with his profuse seed.

You took him in your arms when you were finished, caressing his face so gently, “Good job, Reiner, good job...”

And while stroking his hair you wondered, would you act like Mikasa if he were on the edge of death, or would you let him die like any other slave you had had?

•••

Reiner Braun was a sinner, and he was fully aware of that fact. Marco's ghost still hunted him within the nights, depriving him of sleep and rest. Except those amazing nights he had with his mistress, his alluring and beautiful mistress.

Reiner had fallen deep for you, he knew it was kind of illicit type of love, but he fell for you hard, another sin into his record wouldn't make a difference, he thought. But what would certainly make a difference was the consequence of what he was about to do.

Reiner made his way to the infirmary where Eren was attended. He walked into his room to see the later up and about already, but with swollen jaw.

“Reiner,” Eren acknowledged.

“Eren,”

“You're certainly not here to apologize for almost killing me. So, what brings you here?”

“Indeed I'm not,” Reiner exhaled through his nostrils, “I want to speak about the rebellion,”

Eren raised his brows, “What about it?”

Reiner shook his head, gulping, “I'm out,”

“Gods above! Reiner what in the fucking gods' names are you talking about?!”

“I can't keep on it,” Reiner's face turned solid, “I don't want to anymore,”

Eren's green eyes were dilated, but then he scoffed, “A true slave you are,”

It happened years ago, when he and Eren were still freshly enslaved for their crimes, the latter approached him with a mad plan to revolt against the masters, to get rid of this cycle of slavery once and for all, convincing him it was the only way he could atone for his crimes. Eren had hit a very sensitive string that day, and Reiner accepted almost immediately.

The plan was to get close to the masters and gain as much as they could of power and influence within them. And it worked; the rumours about Eren and his mistress were true, they were actually in an affair, so were you and Reiner. But unlike Eren who was in control and never wavered from his determination to be freed, Reiner leant in and gave up. He had fallen in love with his own enslaver, his now lover, and last night, he felt it. He dared to feel the kindle of love you had for him. That was where Reiner realized his truth; he never wanted to be forgiven nor atoned, he only wanted to he loved as the sinner he was.

“I think I am...”

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OF WHIMS AND WHISKEY

erwin smith x f!reader

w/c: 2.3k

warnings: 18+/smut/MINORS DNI, period era reflective misogyny (its the 60’s), unprotected sex, cum play, finger fucking, age gap, (not relevant to the story but reader is in her early 20’s Erwin is late 30’s), reader and erwin are smoking & drinking but neither are inebriated!

a/n: this is apart of @welcometotheclubhoe’s all around the world collab!! thank u so much for letting me join bby. anyways, this is a mad men!au of sorts so yes i made Erwin a Don Draper type, i hope y’all enjoy!! as always, much love to my beta readers @aiiwa @asahiswrld & @smoochiesdiarie, thank u all for tolerating my filth ❤️❤️.

Having risen to the role of creative director and senior partner at Sina Rose & Reiss at the age of 38, Erwin Smith had found himself growing numb to the luxuries that had greeted him at each level with his rise to the top. As the title on his business cards grew longer, the fabric in his suits became more expensive, the liquor he drank was richer, and the throngs of women that he encountered simply grew in number and beauty. Erwin Smith could very much be described as the man who had it all.

And yet day by day, he found himself wanting to have nothing to do with any of it.

A suit was a suit, whiskey will always burn it’s way down your throat, and every woman who approached him simply melded to his whims in the hopes of him granting them the honor of being Mrs. Smith. His business partners never understood what he meant by this, scoffing at the idea of how Erwin Smith could be discontent with his position in life. Nile always chides him saying that this was simply the consequence of being a bachelor for far too long, and if he had to deal with a pregnant wife, two kids and the idleness of the picket fences, he’d be cursing himself for ever getting disillusioned with the freedom of the city.

Perhaps he was right, but one thing the firm could not overlook was that Erwin’s marital status made it much easier for them to entertain the gifts the clientele would offer in order to gain better deals. Marie would have Nile’s neck if they had a repeat of the Reeves incident, and Miche was far too smitten with his fiancé to tempt fate, which is why Erwin finds himself wrapping up the dealings of a consultation alone with you.

He was sure tonight would be the usual song and dance, a fancy dinner on the client’s dime with a few dolled up faces to join them, and sure enough, he found you waiting for him at the table Marley Pharmaceuticals had reserved at Chez Paradis. He tried to suppress his smirk at the fact that the pretty secretary that junior copywriter Kirstein was fawning over was his date for the night, thinking perhaps for the poor boy's sake he wouldn’t take things too far.

However, the twisted jovialness died quickly when you informed him that you were not waiting on Mr. Jaeger to return from the restroom, and that he had entrusted you to handle the details of the ad layout by yourself. Erwin should have known that the slimy blonde he was dealing with earlier in the week would have pulled a stunt like this, but he swallows his irritation down to indulge in the French cuisine in your company. You two make pleasant conversation over classic novels and the works of the beatniks over Pinot Grigio and terrine, Erwin finding himself surprised at how much you know about Hemmingway and Salinger. Most girls like you were more enthralled by cheap romance novels, yet here you were, countering his disdain for Kerouac’s prose with valid points. Very little progress on the true purpose of the dinner had been made by the time desert had rolled around, so it was agreed that the business portion of the night would be moved to a nightcap in his office.

You’re lighting a cigarette, gazing at the skyline out of the floor to ceiling windows as Erwin pours scotch for the both of you. The city continues to rumble beneath you, the twinkling lights of showboards, the rumble of the cars on the street. Even from a 104 stories up, you feel like you can hear the laughter of everyone who was enchanted by the New Maria City nightlife.

“That’s a nasty habit, you know,” Erwin remarks as he hands you a glass.

“Some would say so,” you muse, “But your firm’s done a pretty good job of convincing the public that it's not.”

He chuckles as he takes the cigarette from your offering hand, the tobacco roll appearing comically small between his large fingers as he takes a drag. “Surgeon General Hange is still on my neck for that one, but it’s not my job to sell the truth, it’s to sell happiness.”

“Then let us toast to happiness,” you say, “May Erwin Smith, the man who makes death look delectable, weave a story of the same caliber for Marley Pharm.”

The deft clink of the crystal fills the room, Erwin giving you a wry smile before saying, “I’m afraid this story might be tougher than we thought. This product of yours, it’s bold.”

You purse painted lips over the rim of the glass. “It’s why we came to the best. Don’t tell me you’re afraid of a little challenge now.”

“A contraceptive pill is sure to rock the boat, but that’s not even my main concern. Who would we market it to? With soldiers returning home from the war, undoubtedly there will be a second baby boom. And while we may know that it’s reversible, a pill sounds like a permanent solution.”

“But that’s why we are paying you, isn’t it? To tell the public what it really is?”

“And why would you assume that housewives and their husbands would approve even after we’ve told them? The cigarette fantasy was successful because it soothes them from facing the truths of their routine, what you’re asking for is an upheaval of the notions and ways of your target demographic.”

You mull over what he says, letting it digest as you tap your cigarette into the ashtray on his desk. “Mr. Smith, do you know what goes into making our pills?”

“I believe the reports had said something about a combination of hormones.”

“Estrogen and progesterone, to be precise. However, slapping that across the label is neither flashy or print cost effective, which is how we came up with the consumer name — Liberio — to represent the freedom that comes with the protection. Housewives and husbands can have their opinions, but I think you’re missing the untapped market here.”

“And who would that be?” He asks incredulously.

“Women, Mr. Smith, and solely them. Times are changing. You can still hold on to the past as much as you like, but women want more these days. Even housewives do, but they are too afraid to say it. Why else are we going to college more, marrying later, having children later? Liberio is meant to empower those women, so they have freedom in their choices. There’s the story, Mr. Smith, so tell me, how should we say it best?”

For the first time in his life, Erwin feels bested at his own game. He’s dealt with plenty of people who have gone against his advice numerous times before and the failure that brought to their sales — but to have been presented with a better strategy than anything the copywriters had struggled with for weeks by a client, by a woman, was surely a first. He should feel irate, enraged even, but seeing the small smirk dance upon your lips at the fact that you’ve won simply makes the growing tension between you thicker.

“Well, we’d need to start off with focus group testing. Find out if your theory holds true. ‘Women’ is a pretty general category, so we would need to narrow it down, so how do you suggest we do that?”

“Perhaps start testing with younger women,” you say, stepping forward to bridge the gap between you till you were a breath’s distance away from each other.

“Single women,” you continue, and you rise up on your toes so you can whisper the final criteria in his ear.

“Women like me.”

Whatever restraint Erwin had left in him snaps as your tongue ghosts the shell of his ear, and he’s grabbing your jaw to slant his lips against yours. You moan into his mouth as strong hands give your ass a tight squeeze before they move up to unzip your dress. The deep red fabric pools on the floor, the chill of the room leaving goosebumps on newly exposed skin.

He takes a moment to drink it all in, the way sheer black stockings were stretching over the plush of your thighs, the way the straps connecting to the mesh garter were just guiding him to the dip of your waist, the way your nipples were pebbling against the black lace of your bra.

His hands quickly find purchase on your body once more, grasping the underside of your thighs to prompt you to jump and wrap your legs around his waist. Your mouths connect in a searing kiss once again, his tongue sliding past your parted lips as he walks you to the window, your back hitting the glass with a dull thud.

A low groan leaves him as he pulls away seeing your flushed skin and heaving breasts. And you aren’t any less entranced by the sight of him, he looks even better when he’s undone; blonde locks messily pulled out of the neat combing and icy blue eyes taken over by lusty pupils. He cups your chin gently, his thumb running over your lips to get you to open up so he could slide his thick fingers into the cavern, and you take the cue from his raised brows as a sign to dutifully swirl your tongue around them. Erwin’s throbbing in his slacks at how your lips stretch across his digits as he pumps them in and out of your mouth, a glistening string of saliva breaking as he finally pulls them out.

“You’re already so wet for me, darling,” he notes, earning a mewl from you as he slips his wettend fingers through your panties to run through your folds.

“Mr. Smith,” you gasp, “Please —”

“I think we are well past formalities, don’t you agree, love?” He takes this as an opportunity to slip a finger inside you, the pace not unlike how he was abusing your mouth earlier — purposeful, powerful, leaving you yearning for more.

You nod fervently in response, a breathless “yes, Erwin” sliding past your lips, and the act of obedience earns you another finger. Erwin’s scissoring them lazily now, stretching and pressing against your walls, and you realize he’s been trying to get you to beg for him to get to what you really want.

“Erwin,” you plead, voice broken, “I want m-more, please just, just fuck me already.” You shift your hips in a pathetic attempt to buck on his hand, but he quickly catches on, his other hand tightening the steel grip he has on your thighs to hold you still.

“You aren’t ready for me yet, darling,” he hums, curling his fingers to strike that spongy spot. “No, not nearly enough. Want to feel you come undone like this for me first.” Your legs are starting to shake as he increases his speed, jaw trembling as you whine when he finally begins to rub his thumb over your aching clit and with two precise circles, you’re seeing stars, quivering in his hold as your release runs down his forearm.

Your hands fall from the vice grip you’ve had on his hair to claw at his belt, shifting your feet up to desperately push his slacks down. He chuckles at your neediness before wiping your slick on his boxer briefs, pulling them down to release his aching cock from his confines.

The sight of it causes you to gulp, long and so thick with a flushed red head leaking with precum; you're not even sure you would be able to wrap your hand fully around his girth. Erwin senses your nerves as he starts to reposition you, hooking his arms underneath your knees as he lines himself up with your needy hole, murmuring reassurances into your sweat slickened skin about how he’ll take it slow.

He pushes into you with a guttural groan, using every ounce of restraint to not just sheath himself fully; you’re just so warm, so inviting. He isn’t even half way in yet and your mind is starting to go hazy at how full you are. Your breaths are labored by the time your hips are flush with the dark blonde curls at the base of his cock, Erwin giving your walls a moment to adjust before picking you up and moving you like a doll across his length.

It’s almost embarrassing how quickly he’s reduced you to a mess, you can’t even form a coherent thought as he slams into you again and again with powerful thrusts, so you claw into the back of his dress shirt to try to ground yourself in reality. Erwin’s praises at how tight you were were punctuated with the wet slaps of skin, he wasn’t going to last for much longer if you kept clamping down on him like that, and so his hand snakes to the junction where your bodies meet again to rub at your clit, sending you hurtling into your second orgasm of the night with a broken cry that fills the office.

He follows shortly after you, hot ropes of cum filling your insides as you milk him dry. He pulls out of you with a hiss, the thick white fluid dripping out of your abused hole. His hand is back by your puffy lips again, slowly pumping with the seed flowing out of you back into your cunt.

“What?” He chuckles, responding to the questioning look in your blissed out eyes. “You did say you were protected, didn’t you?” He moves closer to press a kiss to your cheek, his aquiline nose brushing against soft skin as he leans in to whisper in your ear.

“Consider this product testing, darling.”

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holy-guacamoly · 3 years ago

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HEY OK SO IM INLOVE WITH THIS IDEAA MAYBE LIKE A TITANIC AU. Like Jean as Jack and y/n as rose? crying and throwing up it seems so cute, and maybe when it sinks jean like doesnt die. ANYWAYS TAKE UR TIME I LOVE UR PAGE

NOOOOO, I AM SCREAMING! When I was a kid I was OBSESSED with Titanic! The steamy car scene let my 12-year-old self feel things lmao This is a long-ass movie, so I decided to split it into two parts since it's simply impossible to keep things short. I hope you like it though! 🌸 Also thank you soooo much for the kind words! Stuff like this keeps me motivated.❤️ Honestly, I am fighting the urge to call this Fic "TITANic".

♡ Slow-Burn ♡ (future)Smut ♡ Fluff ♡ Slight Angst ♡

Serious Trigger-Warning, due to themes of suicide! Warnings: attempted suicide, average sexism for 1912 18+ MDNI

♡ JeanxFem!Reader - Titanic!AU ♡ Pt. 1

They say dying is peaceful. They say dying is easy. They say death is salvation.

So how come your knuckles whiten as you desperately clamp onto the railing, if this is supposed to be a gentle journey. Why was your breath growing shallow as panic rested in your lungs? Why was every cell in your body screaming for you to turn around? This wasn't as glorious as you imagined suicide to be. Ending your life wasn't like the wistful poems you have soaked in.

Something heavy seemed to be stuck in your throat as you tried to swallow. The most pathetic whine emitted from your mouth as you looked down. The roaring sea underneath was tinted in an onyx color by the moonless night. It seemed to be stretching its arms towards you, ready to swallow you whole. The scenery reminded you of all the ghost stories your nursemaid used to tell you.

Just a few minutes ago you climbed over the edge of the rear, to finally put yourself out of your misery. Tears stained your cheeks, painting a chaotic pattern on your skin. There was no point in going on since your life would end anyway as soon as you had reached the marleayn shore. "Okay, Y/N...You gonna do this," you whispered to yourself, but the trembling in your voice gave your indecisiveness away. Slowly you let the weight of your chest pull you towards the hungry waves, still holding onto the cold metal. Your movements were slow as if you tried to perform a test run. Right when your mind settled for the fall, the vibration of a voice tore the bone-chilling air apart.

"Gonna do what?"

Your nerves were already on edge so this startling noise pulled a high-pitched shriek out of you. Your breath went from shallow to erratic, when you slightly turned your head to locate the source of the commotion. "I-I'm...gonna jump!" you stated bluntly, trying desperately to sound confident. You didn't know why you explained yourself to a stranger, but right now, you were in no position to think your actions through.

Discontent bubbled up in your core as you heard a soft chuckle in response. "Well, I've been watching you for the past ten minutes. If you really wanted to end it, you would have jumped by now." Your brows knitted furiously at the bold assertion. How dared this stranger to talk to you like that? Didn't he see that you were a woman of class? Well, a woman of class standing at a railing to end herself like a lunatic, you had to admit. Maybe you didn't make the best impression at the moment.

You heard footsteps coming closer. The creaking of the wooden planks gave it away and the sudden sensation of another human's body warmth. "Miss, I don't know what you are going through, but believe me, you don't want to perish like that. The sea of Marley is pretty unforgiving during this season," the stranger continued to talk to you like you were old friends. In addition, you could make out a growing softness in his tone. Finally, a set of arms were in your field of sight. They looked slender but also muscular at the same time, as they rested casually on the railing.

"The water is freezing. Jumping from this height wouldn't kill you right away. Instead, you'll crash into the ice-cold sea, witnessing the pain of a million needles boring into your skin. And then slowly, very slowly, you will grow unable to breathe. That's not the kind of death for a lady of your class." This flagrant comment let your gaze wander over your shoulder in a hurried motion so that you were finally able to look at the brazen person next to you. Even though you despised the fact that such a rude person would be the last thing you laid eyes on.

It was a young man, presumably in his mid-twenties, with ash-blonde hair and the most radiant amber eyes you've ever seen. His hair was longer than usual for a gentleman and his skin looked sunkissed. According to his simple linen shirt and worn-out trousers, that were attached with suspenders, he must have been a third-class passenger.

"Excuse me?" you snapped. "Don't you dare to talk about which kind of death you see fit for me. No, don't you even dare to talk to me at all!" Your voice grew louder and you were afraid that someone would notice, but the roaring of the waves managed to drown your panicked screams. The man laughed again, while he combed a hand through his hair. He didn't lose his calm act and you hated him for that.

"Pardon me, Miss, it was not my intention to upset you. I just want to finish my nightly routine and go to bed. To my pitty, I can't do that unless you come back on deck," he cooed. Again a deep crater formed between your eyebrows, but this time the train of thoughts, that hit you was to blame. "Why do you care?" As you asked this question, you heard your voice crack. Even the refreshing winds couldn't keep your vision from blurring, as excruciating anxiety, pared with confusion washed over you. The cocktail of emotions you were forced to endure clouded everything around you.

Your accompaniment noticed your struggle but chose to remain composed and shrugged his shoulders. "I'd appreciate it if I don't have to jump after you. I hate cold water," he joked and gifted you a heart-warming wink. He was indeed charming. Even though it was freezing outside you felt your cheeks blushing in the loveliest shade of rosè. Embarrassment tied a knot in your stomach. You felt caught off guard.

"You wouldn't jump. You don't know me! To act such selfless would be..." You searched for the right word. "It would be insane!" The last part of the sentence ended in an exhausted whisper. No one would be stupid enough to die for another human being. You tried to look away again but the most bizarre action caught our attention. The stranger suddenly held out his calloused hand. It took you quite a while to process the movement, but in the end, it dawned on you. This passenger wanted to shake your hand.

"I am Jean Kirschtein and it is a pleasure to meet such a fine lady."

You tilted your head a little more to fully face Mr. Kirschtein and send him the most venomous glare you could muster. Was he out of his mind? What did he try to achieve? Jean must have read your frown correctly, because he hawked and explained, "Well, we aren't strangers anymore. So I am kind of obligated to save you." The absurdity of this encounter overwhelmed you. At the brink of death, this obscure person had the nerve to engage you in senseless chatter. But you had to admit that it actually kept you successfully from jumping. Oh god, you wanted to kill yourself. You almost forgot. As you drifted off to a modus operandi, you breathed, "I am Y/N. Y/N L/N." Again a soft smile tugged at Jean's lips, still hovering his hand right in front of you. "Well, Y/N L/N, how about you take my hand?"

So you did as you were told, not knowing that this simple gesture was the start of something magical.

"You draw?" you hummed in surprise and amazement, as you eyed the messy folder of papers under Jean's arms. Since he saved your life the night before, you found it appropriate to thank him with a decent amount of money. He declined politely though, stating that seeing you well and alive was reward enough. After a mild quarrel, where you tried to force him to take the banknotes, you let it be. He truly seemed to be happy that you didn't kill yourself. Still, you asked him if he would fancy taking a walk with you on this nice, sunny day. He agreed gladly this time. Everything above brought you to animated conversations and finally to your burning question. "Yeah, it's my passion. Keeps the mind off things," he answered shyly, his outgoing deminer all gone. You smiled fondly at the tall man, as you stopped. A set of other first-class guests eyed you in disgust since you interacted with a filthy commoner. But you ignored their icy stares. "Can I see? I would love to!" And how could Jean say no to such round puppy eyes? He would rip his heart out just to earn another soft smile from you. The ash-blonde coughed slightly to regain his composure and fidgeted with the leather folder in his arms. "Let's see..." he hummed deep in his thoughts while he searched through the pages. After a few seconds he exclaimed a happy "Ah, this is a nice one!" and shoved the piece of paper under your nose. You shook your head at his overly dramatic behavior but giggled. To be honest, you didn't expect much. Maybe that's why you were even more awestruck by the sight of this precious artwork. The drawing in front of your eyes could be described as nothing but perfection. Picasso, van Gogh and Monet would turn green because of jealousy. "This is amazing!" you exclaimed, a little too loud. You looked around embarrassedly, to check if anyone had noticed your outburst. When you were sure that this wasn't the case your eyes found their way back to the piece of art. Gently you traced your digits over the paper like you would be able to touch the person illustrated on it. It was a young woman, sitting on a huge armchair. She had an angel-like face and the most beautiful black hair framed it. But above all, she was split naked. Not many dared to draw something this erotic. "Really? This was a girl I met in Marley." Jean also mirrored your surprised expression, but also sounded more than proud. "I can almost feel the tension. It's just...perfect. I've never seen anything this honest," you mused. Your gaze wandered up to meet his. The most beaming smile was plastered on the male's face. "You can keep it then," Jean suggested, but you shook your head. "How about you draw me like one of your marleyan girls instead?"

You always had been a person to believe in scientific facts only. Such delusions as destiny and twin flames were something, reserved for dreamers. Already at a young age, you faced the harsh reality of a cruel word. With your father dying at a young age and now your remaining family facing bankruptcy, you had to grow up faster than anyone else. There was simply no space in your heart to embrace the wonders around you. But the final straw was pulled when your mother announced that you were forced into an arranged marriage with a rich businessman from Marley. You knew nothing about him, except that his name was Zeke Yeager.

Despite all this cruelty, strings of faith pulled you into Jean Kirschtein's arms, on this fey night. All of a sudden you dared to believe in such magical things. You even allowed yourself to dream about a life, where you would walk off this ship, with him by your side. Of course, hidden in the deep valleys of your heart, you know that this was just an illusion. You were born into a wealthy family, while he was an ordinary factory worker. Poor as anyone could be. Society didn't like the idea of marrying out of pure love, nor to put one's happiness first. The only thing important to those prude citizens was to keep up the facade of the noble. They would talk behind your back, maybe even trick Jean into something to get him behind bars. And your mother would rather see you dead than in a third-class person's arms. But still, you were here. Attached to your lover's lips, while you hid in the storage room of the ship. Only two days after you've met. This had to mean something. This couldn't be just an obscure coincidence. Knowing someone for such a short period of time and still dedicating your head to them had to be a sign of the heavens. Jean was different than anyone you've met. He had a gentle soul, the most radiant smile and a good sense of humor. The people you normally had the pleasure with, were stuck up and boring. It felt refreshing to interact with someone as bold as him. And oh, how you enjoyed the sensation of his gentle touch. Jean's hands roamed your body like you were the portrayal of a goddess. He had to worship you. Over and over again the young man whispered the sweetest nothings into your ear. Telling you how he was gonna marry you and how beautiful your children would look. He would do everything to give you the life you deserved - A life of freedom. If any other man would have whispered such surreal things to you, you would have cringed. But your lover had his way with words and you believed everything he said. "Jean," you finally sighed as you peeled away from his lips, still lingering in his embrace. "I am promised to someone, you know that. It won't be as easy." You brought your soft hand up to his face and traced your thumb over his cheekbone. "Also, we are hiding in a storage room, like criminals. A lot of things have to change before we can live our lives in peace," you added with a slight giggle at the comedic scenery. Jean moved to softly lay his hand over yours. He gave your slender fingers a loving squeeze, while he brought your wrist up to his mouth. The softest kiss let you shudder. "I know, my love, but we will make it happen," he assured you in a child-like manner, while stars of excitement danced in his sepia-colored orbs. Then he added, "And for now we can just pretend." You raised an eyebrow because you couldn't make out what he meant. To ease your confusion, Jean took your tiny hand, compared to his, and lead you through the full room. You maneuvered your bodies through diverse boxes and the most obscure objects. People brought the weirdest things with them. You saw a whole couch, a huge collection of marbles and a hunting trophy, which was a stuffed duck. After another turn at a tower of boxes, you gasped. There was a car standing. An actual car. Only the wealthiest families owned such fancy technology. "Wanna go for a ride?" Jean winked, sprinted over to the vehicle and opened the back door. "M'Lady?" he spoke in a mockingly nasal tone and bowed. As a result, you burst into laughter. Joining his theatrical act you strutted towards his form, while you swung your emerald green dress around your ankles. "Why thank you, Mr. Kirschtein," you cooed and took his offer to help you inside. Jean was quick to follow and placed his ridiculously tall body next to yours. A well-sculpted arm found its way around your shoulders.

"Where should our driver take us?" he asked with a mischievous grin, gesturing to the empty front seat a.k.a the imaginary driver. In a thinking motion, you brought your finger up to your lips and tapped them a few times. A quiet "Hm" hummed through your chest.

Finally, you turned to face him, while you grabbed his collar to almost close the space between you. Your breath mingled with his as you susurrated,

"To the stars."

#aot fanfiction #aot #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #jean kirschtein #jean kirstein #jean x reader #jean x you #jean x y/n #jean kirschtein fluff #jean kirschtien #jean kirschstein x reader #jean kirschtein x you #romance #slow burn #titanic!au #titanic #crossover

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nxsmss · 4 years ago

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thanks @kindahavefeelingskindaheartless for the tag❤️❤️

1. dean winchester (supernatural)

2. wanda maximoff (mcu)

3. jj (outer banks)

4. marley rose (glee)

5. marshall eriksen (how i met your mother)

6. nico di angelo (percy jackson series)

7. campell saunders (degrassi next generation)

8. diego hargreeves (umbrella academy)

9. mia winter (druck)

10. jake peralta (brooklyn 99)

tagging everyone reading this😊

list your favorite characters from 10 different fandoms and then tag 10 people!

I was tagged by @rafecameron thanks bby!

1. ben wyatt (parks and rec)

2. pope heyward (obx)

3. captain raymond holt (b99)

4. fred & george weasley (harry potter)

5. winston bishop (new girl)

6. polly shelby (peaky blinders)

7. neil perry (dead poets society)

8. steve harrington (stranger things)

9. chidi anagonye (the good place)

10. klaus hargreeves (the umbrella academy)

tagging: @https-luna @mdlyncline @dontjinx-it @kindahavefeelingskindaheartless @diverdcwn @jjmaybby @girlsru1eboysdroo1 @downbytheouterbanks @butgilinsky @rekrappeter

#tag game

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melissabenoistisbeautiful · 4 years ago

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Marley Rose singing “All or Nothing” from All or Nothing (4x22)

#marley rose #i ❤️ marley rose #marley rose is so cute #i love marley rose #marley rose from glee #marley rose and kara danvers #kara danvers #kara zor el #melissa benoist #supergirl #i love supergirl #girl of steel #i ❤️ melissa benoist #melissa benoist as supergirl #kara zor el danvers #kara danvers/ supergirl #all or nothing #all or nothing (4x22)#so cute

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arizonaaaaaa · 2 months ago

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All of my glee crackships (or just non canon pairings), a long long post

This list doesn’t include any canon pairing, only fanon ones and a few ones that I’m sure I’m the only human shipping them

If the ship has a ❤️ it means it’s my favorite

Rachel:

-Mercedes Jones

-Tina Cohen-Chang

-Quinn Fabray

-Santana Lopez❤️

-Mike Chang

-Matt Rutherford

-Lauren Zizes

-Sunshine Corazon

-Harmony

-Cassandra July

Total: 10 fanon pairings

Finn:

-Mercedes Jones

-Artie Abrams

-Tina Cohen-Chang

-Noah Puckerman❤️

-Mike Chang

-Matt Rutherford

-Jesse St. James

-Sam Evans

-Lauren Zizes

-Dave Karofsky

-Blaine Anderson

-Rory Flanagan

-Joe Hart

-Sebastian Smythe

-Brody Weston

-Penny Owen

-Jean-Baptiste

-OC (1)

Total: 17 (18 with OC) fanon pairings

Kurt:

-Artie Abrams

-Noah Puckerman

-Mike Chang

-Matt Rutherford

-Jesse St. James

-Sam Evans

-Dave Karofsky

-Wes Montgomery

-Rory Flanagan

-Cooper Anderson

-Chandler Kiehl

-Sebastian Smythe❤️

-Brody Weston

-Elliot Gilbert

-OC (1)

Total: 14 (15 with OC) fanon pairings

Mercedes:

-Rachel Berry

-Finn Hudson

-Artie Abrams

-Tina Cohen-Chang

-Quinn Fabray

-Santana Lopez

-Mike Chang❤️

-Matt Rutherford

-Lauren Zizes

-Azimio Adams

-Joe Hart

-Sugar Motta

Total: 12 fanon pairings

Artie:

-Finn Hudson

-Kurt Hummel

-Mercedes Jones

-Quinn Fabray

-Noah Puckerman❤️

-Mike Chang

-Sam Evans

-Blaine Anderson

-Rory Flanagan

-Unique Adams

Total: 10 fanon pairings

Tina:

-Rachel Berry

-Finn Hudson

-Mercedes Jones

-Quinn Fabray❤️

-Santana Lopez

-Brittany Pierce

-Noah Puckerman

-Matt Rutherford

-Sam Evans

-Lauren Zizes

-Rory Flanagan

-Joe Hart

-Sugar Motta

-Jake Puckerman

-Ryder Lynn

-Kitty Wilde

-OC (1)

Total: 16 (17 with OC) fanon pairings

Quinn:

-Rachel Berry❤️

-Mercedes Jones

-Artie Abrams

-Tina Cohen-Chang

-Brittany Pierce

-Mike Chang

-Lauren Zizes

-Rory Flanagan

-Betty Pillsbury

Total: 9 pairings

Puck:

-Finn Hudson❤️

-Kurt Hummel

-Artie Abrams

-Tina Cohen-Chang

-Mike Chang

-Matt Rutherford

-Jesse St. James

-Sam Evans

-Dave Karofsky

-Blaine Anderson

-Rory Flanagan

-Joe Hart

-Sugar Motta

-Sebastian Smythe

-Cooper Anderson

-Brody Weston

-Elliot Gilbert

-Biff McIntosh

-OC (1)

Total: 18 (19 with OC) fanon pairings

Santana:

-Rachel Berry❤️

-Mercedes Jones

-Tina Cohen-Chang

-Matt Rutherford (I hc they dated in season 1)

-Lauren Zizes

-Sugar Motta

-OC (1) (he’s a boy and I hc they dated when she didn’t know she was lesbian btw)

Total: 6 (7 with OC) fanon pairings

Brittany:

-Tina Cohen-Chang

-Quinn Fabray

-Mike Chang

-Rory Flanagan

-Sugar Motta❤️

-Marley Rose

-Jake Puckerman

-Kitty Wilde

Total: 8 fanon pairings

Mike:

-Rachel Berry

-Finn Hudson

-Kurt Hummel

-Mercedes Jones

-Artie Abrams

-Quinn Fabray

-Noah Puckerman❤️

-Brittany Pierce

-Matt Rutherford

-Sam Evans

-Lauren Zizes

-Blaine Anderson

-Rory Flanagan

-Joe Hart

-OC (1)

Total: 14 (15 with OC) fanon pairings

Sam:

-Finn Hudson

-Kurt Hummel

-Artie Abrams

-Tina Cohen-Chang

-Noah Puckerman

-Mike Chang

-Blaine Anderson

-Rory Flanagan❤️

-Joe Hart

-Sebastian Smythe

-Unique Adams

-Marley Rose

-Jake Puckerman

-Ryder Lynn

-Kitty Wilde

-Hunter Clarington

-Biff McIntosh

-Jean-Baptiste

-OC (1)

Total: 18 (19 with OC) fanon pairings

Blaine:

-Finn Hudson

-Artie Abrams

-Noah Puckerman

-Mike Chang

-Sam Evans❤️

-Rory Flanagan

-Sebastian Smythe

-Wes Montgomery

-Thad Harwood

-David Thompson

-Jake Puckerman

-Ryder Lynn

-Hunter Clarington

Total: 13 fanon pairings

Matt:

-Rachel Berry

-Finn Hudson

-Kurt Hummel

-Mercedes Jones

-Tina Cohen-Chang

-Santana Lopez (season 1)

-Mike Chang❤️

Total: 7 fanon pairings

Jesse:

-Finn Hudson❤️

-Kurt Hummel

-Noah Puckerman

-Harmony

Total: 4 fanon pairings

Will:

-Bryan Ryan❤️

-Burt Hummel

-Carl Howell

-Dustin Goolsby

-Cooper Anderson

-David Martinez

Total: 5 fanon pairings

Emma:

-Terri Del Monico❤️

-Sue Sylvester

-Shannon Beiste

-Holly Holliday

Total: 4 fanon pairings

Sue:

-Emma Pillsbury

-Shannon Beiste❤️

-Roz Washington

Total: 3 fanon pairings

Terri:

-Emma Pillsbury❤️

-April Rhodes

-Dustin Goolsby

Total: 3 fanon pairings

Lauren:

-Rachel Berry

-Finn Hudson

-Mercedes Jones

-Tina Cohen-Chang❤️

-Quinn Fabray

-Santana Lopez

-Mike Chang

-Sugar Motta

-Joe Hart

-OC (1)

Total: 9 (10 with OC) fanon pairings

Beiste:

-Emma Pillsbury

-Sue Sylvester❤️

Total: 2 fanon pairings

Karofsky:

-Finn Hudson

-Kurt Hummel❤️

-Noah Puckerman

-Azimio Adams

-Sebastian Smythe

Total: 5 fanon pairings

Azimio:

-Mercedes Jones

-Dave Karofsky

-Bree❤️

Total: 3 fanon pairings

Burt:

-Will Schuester

-Paul Karofsky❤️

Total: 2 fanon pairings

Rory:

-Finn Hudson

-Kurt Hummel

-Mercedes Jones

-Artie Abrams

-Tina Cohen-Chang

-Quinn Fabray

-Brittany Pierce

-Mike Chang

-Sam Evans❤️

-Blaine Anderson

-Dave Karofsky

-Joe Hart

-Sebastian Smythe

-OC (1)❤️

-OC (2)

Total 13 (15 with OC) fanon pairings

Joe:

-Finn Hudson

-Mercedes Jones

-Tina Cohen-Chang

-Noah Puckerman

-Mike Chang

-Sam Evans

-Lauren Zizes

-Rory Flanagan

-Sugar Motta

-Unique Adams

-Kitty Wilde❤️

-OC (3)

Total: 11 (12 with OC) fanon pairings

Sugar:

-Mercedes Jones❤️

-Tina Cohen-Chang

-Quinn Fabray

-Santana Lopez

-Brittany Pierce

-Lauren Zizes

-Joe Hart

-Harmony

-Unique Adams

-Marley Rose

-Kitty Wilde

Total: 11 fanon pairings

Sebastian:

-Finn Hudson

-Kurt Hummel❤️

-Noah Puckerman

-Sam Evans

-Blaine Anderson

-Jesse St. James

-Dave Karofsky

-Rory Flanagan

-Ryder Lynn

-Hunter Clarington

-OC (1)

-OC (2)

-OC (5)

Total: 10 (13 with oc) fanon pairings

Cooper:

-Noah Puckerman

-Will Schuester

-Sebastian Smythe❤️

-Brody Weston

-Elliot Gilbert

Total: 5 fanon pairings

Harmony:

-Rachel Berry

-Jesse St. James

-Sunshine Corazon❤️

-Sugar Motta

-Unique Adams

-Marley Rose

-Ryder Lynn

-Betty Pillsbury

-Frida Romero

-Dani

-Roderick Meeks

-Madison McCarthy

Total: 12 fanon pairings

Unique:

-Artie Abrams

-Sam Evans

-Joe Hart

-Sugar Motta

-Marley Rose

-Jake Puckerman

-Ryder Lynn❤️

-Roderick Meeks

-Madison McCarthy

-OC (4)

Total: 9 (10 with oc) fanon pairings

Marley:

-Sam Evans

-Harmony

-Unique Adams❤️

-Kitty Wilde

-Roderick Meeks

Total: 5 fanon pairings

Jake:

-Tina Cohen-Chang

-Brittany Pierce

-Sam Evans

-Blaine Anderson

-Unique Adams

-Ryder Lynn❤️

-Betty Pillsbury

Total: 6 fanon pairings

Ryder:

-Tina Cohen-Chang

-Sam Evans

-Blaine Anderson

-Sebastian Smythe

-Harmony

-Unique Adams❤️

-Jake Puckerman

-Kitty Wilde

-Betty Pillsbury

-Spencer Porter

-blonde guitarist

-OC (2)

Total: 11 (12 with oc) fanon pairings

Kitty:

-Tina Cohen-Chang

-Brittany Pierce

-Sam Evans

-Joe Hart❤️

-Sugar Motta

-Marley Rose

-Ryder Lynn

-Betty Pillsbury

-Bree

-Roderick Meeks

-Jane Hayward

-Madison McCarthy

Total: 12 fanon pairings

Brody:

-Finn Hudson

-Kurt Hummel❤️

-Noah Puckerman

-Cooper Anderson

-Biff McIntosh

Total: 5 fanon pairings

Cassandra:

-Rachel Berry❤️

-April Rhodes

-Isabelle Wright

Total: 3 fanon pairings

Hunter:

-Noah Puckerman

-Sam Evans

-Blaine Anderson

-Sebastian Smythe❤️

-Trent

-OC (5)

Total: 5 (6 with oc) fanon pairings

Betty:

-Quinn Fabray

-Harmony

-Jake Puckerman

-Ryder Lynn

-Kitty Wilde❤️

-Madison McCarthy

-OC (3)❤️

Total: 6 (7 with oc) fanon pairings

Elliot:

-Kurt Hummel❤️

-Noah Puckerman

-Sebastian Smythe

-Cooper Anderson

Total: 4 fanon pairings

Roderick:

-Harmony

-Unique Adams

-Marley Rose

-Kitty Wilde❤️

-Jane Hayward

-Madison McCarthy

-Spencer Porter

-Alistair

-Skylar

Total: 9 fanon pairings

Jane:

-Kitty Wilde

-Roderick Meeks

-Madison McCarthy

-Skylar❤️

Total: 4 fanon pairings

Mason:

-Spencer Porter❤️

-Skylar

Total: 2 fanon pairings

Madison:

-Harmony

-Unique Adams

-Kitty Wilde

-Betty Pillsbury

-Roderick Meeks

-Jane Hayward❤️

Total: 6 fanon pairings

Spencer:

-Ryder Lynn

-Roderick Meeks

-Mason McCarthy❤️

-OC (2)

Total: 3 (4 with oc) fanon pairings

Skylar:

-Jane Hayward❤️

-Mason McCarthy

-Super Gay Warbler

-Other Really Gay Warbler

Total: 4 fanon pairings

Jean-Baptiste:

-Finn Hudson❤️

-Sam Evans

Total: 2 fanon pairings

Biff:

-Noah Puckerman

-Sam Evans

-Brody Weston❤️

Total: 3 fanon pairings

In conclusion:

Puck and Sam are the most shippable characters with 19 each (including ocs)

Of the main 13, Santana is the least shippable with only 7 (including an oc)

If a character isn’t here is because I only ship them with only one character or I simply don’t care about them

And now I’ll tag 286 characters *sigh*

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