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🦩🪸 | 𝐋𝐎𝐈𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐩. 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐢𝐭!, 𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐚.𝐱𝐨.

𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠: 𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐣𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐛𝐡.

Why is loid forger so hot and why would he actually smell so good?, i feel like he’d wear something Tom Ford, leather?, Ombré Leather? Definitely.

As much as this man is a good cooker he’s even better at baking.

Whenever you feel down he appears suddenly holding a plate full of your favorite desserts, it’s kind of the same as these videos that be like: “it’s my gfs time of the month so I’m baking her something to make her feel better.” Yeah that’s loid right there.

Also one of his main love languages is acts of service obviously, you can’t convince me otherwise.

Maybe physical touch too?.

yes yes yes, though it’ll take him a bit of time to feel comfortable enough around you.

i feel like being touchy with anyone is something vulnerable to him, since most of the people who may lay their hands on him just really wants to kill him -most of the times imo-.

So him letting you hug him, lay his head on your lap, or just stroke his fluffy locks in a moment where he lets his guard down means the world to him.

Your gentle touch means the world to him, in a world that always treated him harshly.

He adores your faint little hums too, don’t even get me started but when both of you are standing in the kitchen together doing the dishes late in the night and maybe even after anya falls asleep, your little mumbles under your breath calms him.

He doesn’t really care about the song your humming, nor the way you may not even know it’s full lyrics, it’s your tone, something about your voice and how soft it is -reminds him of his mother-.

It’s really soothing to him, even when he finally decides to go to sleep, he keeps repeating it in his head like a mantra until he falls in a deep slumber.

Loid suffers from nightmares, bad ones really, and why do i imagine him waking up in the middle of the night, -drenched in sweat and breathing rapidly-, making his way towards the end of the hallway where your room is, where he sits on the ground, and where he rests his back on the wall that separates your rooms, just so that he can feel your presence.

He would just stay there for a bit with his own thoughts, trying to forget about what he saw in his dreams, until he relaxes again and then he’d go to check on Anya before returning to his own bed.

This man, This man is just so ughhhh, we know that he’s so soft with Anya his sweet little munchkin, but imagine after he gets really mad at her, and she cries the heartbreak he feels is on another level.

We know that he hates it when children cry, imagine how he devastated he would be when Anya cries, and she isn’t just any child, she means a-lot to him, and i think that he really feels so so guilty whenever he upsets her.

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐍:

𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐀 | 𓂀

𝐀𝐎𝐓, 𝐒𝐏𝐘𝐗𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘.

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𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐄 | 𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐀/𝐍: 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨!, 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈’𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝!, 𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐭!, 𝐨𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐭𝐰 𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐢 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭!, 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐨.

𝐋𝐨𝐭’𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚.𝐱𝐨

𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠: 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐝𝐞 | 𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐡

Before knowing his name, you recognized him like the back of your palm, wether its from the hushed whispers that circled about him through the city streets, or other sinful murmurs that resonated through the thin walls like an unkept secret.

It is said that he’s tempting as painless death, and intoxicating as a narcotic drug. He was a poisonous, forbidden fruit, one you should never seek, for it might end you confronting death face to face.

Such a notice you ought to stay aware of no matter what happens, but after a couple of months, you didn’t know how you failed to keep such a promise, but you knew where, and you knew when.

It all started on a starless night, accompanied only by the vague moonlight rays, and as you was slammed harshly against a cold brick wall in a tight alley, you knew finally that his name is eren, eren jaeger. That though you didn’t catch from the latest magazine headlines about him, nor you’ve heard on a haste in any famous talkshow, no, you memorized it from the tip of his own tongue, once he spilled it to you with his smoky, almost guttural voice.

“I’ve seen you before, lurking like a shadow of mine, glad you’ve mustered the courage to get out to the light, meine kleine Stalkerin.” he hissed once your body was tightly caged against him, -secured in a chest to chest, thighs between your legs, and arms almost shadowing your head way type of embrace–. To anyone else the two of you might come across as a lovely vulgar couple who couldn’t wait till they got home at first glance, but in truth –after a long-drawn-out stare– one shall realize that you are way too far from it.

He’s free hand caressed your cheeks in a few satiny strokes, almost as if he’s fighting the urge to shatter you, before he reached your cupid bow, where he pushed his thumb inside your mouth, gently grazing his fingertip against your teeth, until your lips puckered in a dainty pout. Eren leaned towards you, his warm breath skimming your face, before slightly grumbling in a gravelly tone, “Tell me pretty girl, what could you possibly be doing here?.”

The sudden urge to claw at his devilishly striking face was almost untamable, but you couldn’t even mouth a single word, let alone move an inch away from him. How could you when his calloused left hand was wrapped firmly around your neck like a vice grip, suffocating you in a way millions of deadly poisons wouldn’t dare.

All you could do at that very moment was just survey him, eyelashes fluttering delicately against your cold-kissed cheeks as you observed him with a bone chilling glare.

His silky hair was one of the most prominent things about him, gathered in a messy man bun that swayed with him whenever he moved. Eren also had a large build that seemed to be carved carefully by Michelangelo himself, because those veiny arms, and muscular bone structure definitely belonged to a greek sculpture.

Along with that, you never knew a man could be drenched in blood and gore, yet still look intimidatingly alluring the way he does currently, because even though his sharp jaw was smeared with a few scarlet droplets, his face could strike someone as mesmerizing nonetheless.

No matter what he pulls, eren was an epitome of beauty that may willingly lead you to your demise.

Oh and you were so doomed already, because it seemed that he noticed the way you looked at him.. that glare of yours stirred something heavy within him, and during that moment, the gleam that flickered through his aquamarine eyes like a fierce sea current, warned you about what is to come next. His whole presence was quite alarming if you were honest, but this now, exceeded everything you’ve witnessed before, and it’s not like you cared, –all you desired was to finish your goddamn job, no matter how expensive was the price to pay– so you pressed further, you bit his thumb with all the might you can muster.

“What the actual fuc—,” eren snatched his finger almost instantly, just as his grip on your neck loosened, “you are definitely a fierce one, aren’t you?, not just a pretty face it seems.”

“Took you long enough to realize that,” you said immediately with a voice that came out much fainter than you intended, lower, with a hint of hatred that satisfied you enough, and seemed to amuse him.

The laugh he breathed under his breath gave you some time to try and break free from him, but it dawned on you almost immediately that it’s an impossible thing to achieve, eren was strong, much rougher than he looked like, so you chose to change tactics, you chose to play along with him, dropping your head on his shoulder just so that you can whisper with a silky voice, “i am indeed a fierce one, who’s going to send your rotting body in jail for eternity.”

The video you took of him slitting a man’s throat on full display was just enough to ruin him, in other words what you currently threaten him with could be his actual doom, and ironically your own salvation, with these photos you would achieve the success you have always desired in your career as a journalist.

Everything depends on you now, you are the only one capable of sharing these photos across every single platform known to mankind with single click from you laptop, but by the way he tightened his arms around your waist, bruising you warm flesh that leaned against him, you knew that it was another unattainable task.

Eren parted your legs further with his thigh, which straightened your back enough for him to hold your chin between his warm fingertips, enough for your mouth to part, and enough for his lower lip to graze your own as he breezed with a husky tone, “Mein Schatz, you can try and i shall watch, I’m sure it’ll be such a fine sight for sore eyes, I’m sure you’ll make it worth it.. show me how bad it gets.”