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halfrican-heat · 8 months

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Upstanding Gentleman (Ony)

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

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

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

Pairing: Sober!Onyankopon x Stoner!Reader

Inspired by: Lauryn Hill and my bf :)

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

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

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

Played basketball and practiced frequently with his friends

Loved taking photos and drawing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#Onyankopon x reader #Onyankopon x black!reader #aot x black reader #aot onyankopon #onyankopon smut #Onyankopon fic #reader insert #black!reader insert #fan fiction for black women #black reader #Lyv Writes #My Writing #Ony's Observatory #Lyv's Library #Sober!Ony

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sadslay · 7 months

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- DRUNK ⋆☆ 𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

some short abby drabble, shit gets a lil flirty <3

pinching the top of your nose to help slow the bleeding, you slowly made your way to the restrooms with the helpful guidance of abby as her hand gently rested on the small of your back.

“m’gonna kill that guy.” you muttered as the taste of metal hit your tongue.

abby let out a chuckle before pushing open the bathroom door. “did you see the state you left ‘im in?” she smirked, closing the bathroom door as you began to inspect your wounds in the dirty cracked mirror.

“he deserved it.” you grinned, swiping your thumb across your upper lip to get rid of the drying deep red blood. “should’a hit him harder.” you scoffed.

“okay, settle down.” abby chortled, her hands grabbing onto your waist, spinning you around to face her as she began to inspect your injuries “lets see how bad he’s messed yer up.” she mumbled.

you pushed away her hand as it brushed over a fresh cut just above your eyebrow, the blood beginning to trickle down. “m’fine, s’nothin’ more booze can’t fix.” you grinned, trying to push yourself away from the vanity only for your hips to meet with abbys. abby giggled, remaining firm in place before tucking both her hands behind your knees before hoisting you up onto the vanity causing an unexpected shriek to fall from your lips. “abs!” you squealed.

“what?” she smirked, trying to look somewhat serious as she continued to inspect your injuries.

you watched abby closely, your hands snaking their way to latch onto abbys waist. swiping back and forth, your thumbs glided over the thin material singlet abby had been wearing all day.

“im beginning to think you didn’t jus’ follow me in here to check up on me.” you whispered, your eyes meeting abbys as her hand combed a piece of out of your face, gently tucking it behind your ear.

“‘nd what makes you think that?” abby asked, her voice low and seductive as she inched closer to your beaten face.

and ever so slowly, abby inched closer, nuzzling her head between your neck and shoulder allowing her lips to connect with your skin. the grip you had on abbys hips tightened as she began to work her way up your neck, the softness and delicate nature of eat kiss made you melt into her touch.

“i should drink with you more often.”

☆𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭☆

⋆ 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 ⋆

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sixpennydame · 9 months

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Make. Believe. ❖ Act 3

Actor!Levi x Fem!Reader

The AoT Premiere approaches, but all Levi can think about is you.

Warnings/Content: NSFW, Minors do not interact, fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, creampie, infidelity (Reader has a boyfriend as first), mentions of AoT final season episodes

A/N: There will be a final drabble that highlights more of the AoT episode premiere event; I wanted this part to focus more on our two main characters, but I've been having so much fun with the extra details in the drabbles. I hope you've enjoyed my take on AoT Actor AU!!

Act 1 | Act 2

Levi can’t keep track of what country he’s in, what time zone or even what day it is.

But he knows it’s been 186 days since he’s seen you.

Japan had been a whirlwind of promotions for the last two parts of the Attack on Titan final season, with meet-and-greets, commercial shoots, and talk show appearances. Europe had been much the same, and although it was exhausting, it was also fulfilling, being back with the cast, traveling with his old friends. He was sad to see it end, but he was also excited about other projects that were coming up. And next month, he’ll be going to the Cannes Film Festival, where the movie you and he shot together will finally premiere. After eight months, he’ll see you again.

But before that, he’s returned to Japan for the premiere of the final two episodes of Attack on Titan. Jet lag is still hitting him hard, and he sighs when he looks over at the clock and sees that it’s only two o’clock in the morning. Another sigh escapes his lips when he looks over at the naked body beside him in the bed. He can barely remember her name - was it Jessica? Jessie? All he really knows is that she was sitting next to him in the bar of the Tokyo Grand Hotel and that she looked as lonely as he was. He feels guilty - he’s never been one for one night stands - but he was yearning to feel your body again; and if he couldn’t have you, then this was good enough.

These days, your face is everywhere. You’d recently contracted with Christian Dior and were now the model for Miss Dior cologne. As Levi had arrived at Haneda airport, there was a giant poster of you tangled up in silk sheets with your hair cascading down one bare shoulder. “What Would You Do For Love?” the poster asked.

When he walked in a posh area of Shibuya, there was another advertisement of you; this time you’re lying across a sofa in a black silk dress, the pink bottle of cologne pressed against your chest. Your eyes are half-lidded and sultry - the same kind of look you’d give him when you’d make love, all those months ago.

He reaches over and grabs his phone, the light from the screen illuminating his face in the darkness as he scrolls mindlessly through Instagram. He stops when he sees that you’ve posted a picture.

“Just finished filming season one! Now for a much needed break.”

You’re surrounded by your other cast members, all of you smiling. A man has his arm around you and Levi squints to look closer at the picture. He wonders if he’s just a friend, or if it’s something more, then he laughs at himself.

What is he doing? Why can’t he forget you?

He’s the one that made this choice, and he’s the one that pushed you away. You’re smart, ambitious, and beautiful - of course you’d find someone else to be with. But he can't help but wonder what it’ll be like to see you in person again, and with you on his mind, he eventually falls asleep.

Hours later, Levi’s phone is buzzing and chiming erratically and it jolts him awake. He turns off the alarm, then checks the time. “Shit, I gotta get up.”

He’d promised Erwin that they’d do a run this morning around the Imperial Palace Gardens. As he gets out of bed and grabs a t-shirt, an arm from the woman next to him reaches over.

“Hey,” she says softly.

“Hey.” Awkwardness and regret drip from his voice. “This was fun but you’ve gotta go - I mean I - I’ve gotta go. I have somewhere to be.”

“Ok…let me just go clean up a bit,” she replies as she picks her clothes up off the floor and makes her way to the bathroom.

Putting on his running clothes, Levi shakes his head. They’re two consenting adults, but he can’t help but feel embarrassed about it all. He hates these kinds of awkward moments, especially when he knows he has no feelings for the woman.

He grabs his phone from the nightstand and notices there’s an unread message. When he unlocks his phone, he sees that it’s from you and his heart starts to beat fast.

“Hi. Have fun at the premiere tonight.”

That was it, but Levi reads it a few times. He types out a simple, “Thanks,” not wanting to be rude, but also not wanting to seem too eager.

He puts the phone down but after a few seconds, picks it back up again and types another message.

“How are you?”

He doesn’t realize that he’s grinning from ear to ear.

“Got some good news?” The woman is out of the bathroom and dressed.

Levi looks up from the screen then puts the phone down quickly. “Yeah. Maybe.” He walks over to her and kisses her tentatively on the cheek. “I’ll text you later.”

“You don’t have my number.” She’s seen right through his lie.

“Look I’m sorry, it’s just that I -“

“It’s fine, I wasn’t expecting more out of this anyway.” Before she opens the door to leave, she stops to look at him. “You’re a good man, Levi. I hope you find someone who makes you happy.”

—-

Erwin stands at the entrance of the Imperial Palace East Gardens, looking at his watch. “You’re late.”

“I know, I know, I got held up. Sorry about that.”

“Still jet lagged?”

“A bit,” Levi answers as he messes with his smart watch. “You?”

“Not really. Cold showers in the morning really help me to adjust.”

Levi laughs. “Of course. I forgot you did that.”

“Every morning. Let’s go.” Erwin and Levi start jogging down the path that leads through the East Gardens. It’s early spring and the cherry blossoms are at their peak in Tokyo, pink petals falling down around them.

When Erwin and Levi were on set for Attack on Titan, they would jog together every morning. It was something that Levi had always done alone, but found having a running partner comforting, even if they barely talked to each other. Erwin had a perpetual aura of calm around him, which was difficult to find amongst other actors. Levi hadn’t seen much of him since his character died, and both had been busy doing other projects; these past weeks doing promos for AoT made him feel like it was old times.

They finish an hour later back where they started, sunglasses on with the hope that no one will recognize them. “You ready for tonight?” Erwin asks as he walks up to a vending machine to buy a bottle of water.

“Yes and no. It’s bittersweet, to see something you worked on for so long finally end. But I’m proud of the work we’ve done on it, and I’m excited to see how the final episodes turned out.”

“Me too. It was good to be on set with you again, even for just a short moment.”

“Yeah, those were not fake tears coming down my face, let me tell you,” Levi admitted with a laugh.

As both men walked through the park, Levi reached into his pocket to check his phone and sure enough, there was another text from you:

“I’m doing good. :-)”

It elicits a smile from Levi and Erwin laughs. “What?” Levi asks defensively.

“Oh nothing,” Erwin replies, “that’s just an awful big smile. Must be someone special.”

“Someone I was trying to forget, actually.”

“And why would you do that?”

“Because I’m an idiot and I thought it’d be better that way for her.”

“Ah, I see.” Erwin sits down on a bench under a sweeping sakura tree and Levi follows. “Levi, in all the years I’ve known you, you’ve always put others ahead of yourself. It’s one of the things I admire most about you. But sometimes, you should be a little selfish.” He puts a hand on Levi’s shoulder. “And it’s ok to go after the things that you want. When you do that, life finds a way of working itself out.”

Levi smiles. Even off-screen, Erwin had a way of saying the wisest thing, right when he needed it most. “Yeah. Maybe you’re right.”

“‘Course I’m right,” Erwin grins. “And as your commander, my final order is for you to go after this woman with your whole heart.”

They both laugh and talk as they make their way out of the park and to the busy streets of Tokyo. When Levi returns to his hotel and enters the elevator, he feels his phone buzz. It’s another message from you, and Levi’s eyes go wide when he reads it:

“I’m in Tokyo to attend the AoT premiere. I hope you don’t mind.”

——

Iceland was cold. And lonely.

The last six months shooting the series had been an incredible experience. The cast was a mix of seasoned actors and newbies just starting out, and with a young, emerging director looking to prove himself, you knew that you were a part of something great. The days were long and sometimes exhausting, and often ended up with you collapsed on your bed looking over lines into the wee hours of the morning. For the most part, you were happy.

But god, you missed Levi.

That last night you saw him, you couldn’t understand why he thought it would be better for you two to be apart, but you pretended to be ok with it. And it had taken everything in you not to knock on his door the next morning when you were leaving. You’d seen the jealousy on his face that night - you knew he still cared for you. But your pride had you walk away without so much as a goodbye. It’s what he wanted, right?

So you tried to move on and forget him. You’d even started dating someone on set; a feeble attempt to prove to yourself (and to Levi, in a way) that you could be a working actor and keep up a relationship. He was nice enough and the sex was good, but it just wasn’t the same. Something was missing.

You knew Levi hated social media and never updated his Instagram account, so you started following his AoT co-stars, hoping to get just a glimpse of him. Every once in a while, a video would come out on YouTube of him in an interview with other cast members, and you’d smile at how awkward he was at being himself in front of a camera.

When the date of the AoT premiere was announced, you immediately contacted your agent to get you on the guest list. You’d loved Attack on Titan for years - you had to be there. And to be honest, you wanted to see that dark-haired, brooding man again, even if from a distance.

Filming was wrapped for the next several months, to give you all some much needed rest, but you only had one day at home before you were back on a plane and headed to Japan. As you arrived at your hotel in the darkness of the early morning, you got your phone out of your bag. Somewhere, in this sprawling city, Levi was sleeping. You wonder, does he ever dream of you?

You find his name in your contacts and send him a quick text. He probably won’t respond, you think to yourself.

When you wake up late that morning and see that he has, your heart skips a beat.

You can’t help but smile as you send him a reply. Then another. You fall asleep for an hour or so and when you wake up, he’s answered you:

“Of course not. I hope I’ll see you there.”

——

The area around the Toho Cinema Roppongi Hills is starting to fill with people as the time for the Attack on Titan, Final Parts 1 and 2 premiere approaches. A red carpet has been rolled out and barriers put up; press and media have started to set up in their usual places, in preparation for pictures and interviews with the cast. Premieres are a huge event, and something that Levi has been involved in more times than he can count, but this one - the final AoT episodes - makes him feel emotional.

Now that he knows you’ll be here, he’s glad he didn’t bring a date - not that he was looking for one. He, Erwin, and Hange had decided to be each other’s dates months ago and frankly, he wouldn’t have it any other way. The three of them ride in a limo to the cinema, along with their publicists and agents. All of them are silent, feeling the weight of this moment, until Hange breaks the silence as they pull up to the entrance.

“Ok, boys…the last ride of the three amigos..”

The three get out of the car and the cameras instantly start flashing. Hange gets between both Levi and Erwin and takes either arm in theirs, walking the red carpet and taking pictures before they separate for individual photos and interviews.

Levi usually likes picking his own clothes out for premiers, but he let a stylist do it this time. He walks down the red carpet in black pants and jacket, with a black mesh collared shirt underneath, which gives just the faintest view of his toned chest. Silver rings adorn his fingers, and he’s slicked back his hair, which he’s been growing out the past few months, just for fun. Photographers are yelling at him from every direction, asking him to look their way, or to take a picture with Hange, Zeke, or Erwin. All around him are the smiling faces of people he’s known for over 10 years, and soon, other celebrities and guests attending the event follow behind them. He looks through the crowd and sees you having your picture taken. You catch his eye and smile; he tries to make his way toward you but he’s whisked away by his publicist.

There are seats reserved in the front of the theater for the cast, with guests sitting in the rows behind them. He takes out his phone and texts you almost immediately upon sitting:

“Come to the after party? It’d be good to catch up.”

He sends you the address and a few moments later, receives your reply:

“I’ll see you there. :-)”

As he puts his phone in the breast pocket of his jacket, Hange reaches for his hand. “Are you ready for this?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” he replies with a sigh, squeezing their hand tightly.

The lights lower and the screen lights up to cheers from the crowd.

—-

Watching the final episodes was emotional, to say the least, but the mood at the after party is joyful and energetic. Everyone is drinking, eating, laughing, and reminiscing. Levi is sitting at a table with Petra, Ulou, and Eld when Zeke runs up.

“Levi, Levi, Levi, I just heard the greatest idea!” He forces his way between him and Petra. “Cast tattoos!”

“What?” Levi laughs.

“Yeah! Eren, Mikasa, Armin, and the others are doing it - we gotta do it too. They’re leaving soon, so let’s go!”

“No, no, there’s no we in this,” Levi protests as he resists Zeke pulling him away from the table. “Besides, I’m waiting for someone.”

“Oh?” That stops Zeke immediately. “And who would that be?”

You thank your driver in your limited Japanese as you leave the car and enter the stylish restaurant. Walking through the crowded space, you see Eren and Mikasa laughing and drinking with a group of other young actors. As a fan of the show since its beginning, you are feeling like a total fangirl as there are cast members from every season around you. But as you walk around the room looking for Levi, you suddenly get nervous, thinking that maybe this was a bad idea; you’re not even sure what you’re expecting from this night.

Just as you think about leaving, you see him sitting at a table with the Levi Squad cast and Zeke, who has an arm around him. He looks up, sees you, and smiles, throwing Zeke’s arm off of him.

As he walks towards you, you admire how good he looks. He’s so sexy, you can feel yourself blushing.

“Glad you could make it” he says, pulling you in to kiss you on the cheek. His lips are soft, just like you remember them.

“I wouldn’t miss it. Attack on Titan has been my favorite series since forever. To be honest, I am so excited to be surrounded by the cast.”

“Come on, I’ll introduce you to some of them.” He places his hand on the small of your back as he leads you through the crowd. Your hunter green silk dress swoops down low in the back, so when his hand touches your bare skin it gives you goosebumps.

He takes you from group to group, introducing you to people you’ve only known through a screen. You laugh with Jean and Connie as they talk about the practical jokes they used to pull on Levi off-set; you sing Red Swan (your favorite opening song) with Armin and Sasha, Levi refusing to join in no matter how hard you all try; you take shots with Hange and gush about how much you loved their character.

Levi watches you and can’t stop smiling. He’d forgotten how good it feels to be around you, to talk and flirt with you. Your hand grazes his and when he weaves his fingers through yours, you don’t resist. Your eyes shine as you look at him; you don’t have to say a word but he knows you’re feeling it too.

The two of you eventually make it over to Erwin and you blush when Levi brags about the film you made together and your acting skills.

“No, no,” you interject, “Levi is the real talent. His acting on set was some of the best I’ve ever seen.”

Erwin smiles. “I’m sure you both complement each other well and that the movie will be spectacular. I’m looking forward to seeing it.” He gives Levi a knowing smile and lifts up his champagne glass.

“Levi! My buddy!” Zeke comes crashing through the group, clearly inebriated. “And who is this? It’s Miss Dior herself.”

“Oh you’ve seen those?” The way he says it brings a blush to your cheeks.

“Of course I have. You look absolutely mesmerizing in those ads,” he moves closer to you, “just like you do tonight.”

Zeke leans on a nearby table and gives a playful smirk. “How long are you staying in Tokyo? I could show you around, if you’d like.”

“She doesn’t need you showing her around anywhere.” Levi’s voice is forceful for the first time that night. You put a reassuring hand on his arm - you have to admit, you like seeing him a little jealous.

“Thanks for the offer, Zeke, but I already have extensive plans in Tokyo.” You give Levi a smile that lets him know that ‘he’ is the plan.

Erwin comes to the rescue of both of you. “Zeke, what’s this I hear about tattoos? Are we doing this tonight?” He puts an arm around Zeke and leads him away, giving you both a wink.

The restaurant is large and sprawling, built in the old Japanese style, but is an interesting mix of East and West, old and new. There’s a garden in the center with the main area and smaller, more private rooms surrounding it. Wanting to escape the noise and commotion, you lead Levi outside, “It’s a bit quieter out here.”

“And more beautiful,” Levi replies, as you walk across a small bridge crossing a koi pond.

“It really is beautiful out here. I’ve always loved Japanese gardens.”

“I wasn’t talking about the garden.” He moves closer to you as you lean against the banister of the bridge. “You look stunning.”

“You know why I chose hunter green, don’t you?” He shakes his head. “Because it’s Levi’s color.”

“Oh really?” He is in front of you now, his hand grazing your arm ever so slightly as he looks you up and down.

“Mmmhmm, he’s always been my favorite character.”

“Nice to know I have a fan.”

“I’m just one of many.”

“But you’re the only one that matters.”

That makes you giggle. “So flirty. Is that how you get the ladies these days?”

“I don’t want anyone else. I just want you.” He looks at you with his piercing eyes. “It’s always been you.”

His words are like music to your ears, but you’re determined to stand firm. You can’t let him off so easily. “That didn’t seem to be the case six months ago.”

“Because I thought it was for the best, but I was wrong. So wrong. And I’ve regretted it every day since.”

His hand moves around your waist and he pulls you close. The lights of the garden shine in his dark grey eyes as his lips softly press against yours. You can’t help but return the kiss, your mouth opening slightly, inviting his tongue inside. When he moves away slightly, you realize you’d been holding your breath.

“I never should have let you go.”

“Levi, I..”

A few noisy and slightly drunk guests amble outside, ruining the moment. Without a word, Levi takes your hand and pulls you to a far corner of the garden, toward the private rooms. He pulls back the heavy, velvet curtains separating the room from the garden and gestures for you to enter. The room is small and intimate, decorated in a western style with a large, ornate mirror. You walk around, admiring the wingback chairs and gilded furniture, and then you feel Levi’s presence behind you.

His fingers lightly skim your bare arms, leaving a trail of heat coursing through your body. You close your eyes when you feel his warm breath against your neck, followed by soft kisses.

“Levi..I’m seeing someone..” you manage to say.

“Oh yeah?” He responds gently in your ear before kissing your earlobe. “You sure about that?”

When you open your eyes, you notice that you’re in front of the mirror and can see Levi kissing along your neck and shoulders. He looks up and grins.

“Right now I only see you and me.”

He continues kissing along your shoulder until the thin strap of your dress falls down your arm. You can’t resist him, you never could, and so you give in to your desires. You lean your body until your back is pressing against his chest. One of his hands is holding yours while the other is moving the fallen strap down lower, exposing your breast.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he says as he looks at you in the mirror, his hand moving to cup your breast. “I’ve wanted to touch you like this all night.”

You guide his other hand lower, to the high slit of your dress, urging him to touch your thigh. “I missed you, Levi. So much.”

For you, it’s always been him as well. As much as you’ve tried to deny your feelings for him these past six months, all it took was one touch from him for it to all come back. And now you want more.

His hand finds its way between your thighs as his other hand massages your breast. “You’re already so wet for me,” he notices, as his fingers begin to rub your clit.

“You’re the only one who knows how to make me feel good,” you reply, then your breath catches as he pushes your panties to the side and sides a finger inside you.

It’s a beautifully erotic sight, watching yourself in the mirror as Levi pinches your nipple and pumps his finger in and out of you. You can’t help but let out a moan.

“‘Shhh, you don’t want someone to hear, do you?”

“I don’t care. Levi, I need you so badly.”

You turn around to kiss him, taking his jacket off and throwing it on the floor. Almost immediately, he has you pressed against the wall and is lifting your dress up to your waist. He’s unbuttoning his pants as you slide your panties down, but only get so far as taking them off one leg before he lifts that leg up and rubs his cock against you.

Levi has tunnel vision right now; all he can see is your perfect body, all he wants to hear are the moans of his name from your pretty mouth. And that’s exactly what he gets when he thrusts inside you. You bite your bottom lip as he pounds into you again and again. “I thought you didn’t care if someone heard us?”

“I’m trying to be good,” you reply breathlessly.

“Oh I think we’re well past being good.”

He pins your arm over your head as his other hand is still lifting your leg, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your inner thigh. You kiss and suck on his neck, leaving a small mark.

“Careful there..”

“What? Makeup can cover it up,” you tease seductively, referring to the first time you and Levi made love.

He lets out a soft growl. “Then I suppose now we’re even.” He picks up the pace, watching as your breasts bounce up and down with each hard thrust. You’re driving him wild; every nerve in his body feels completely alive.

“Levi, I’m…”

He knows. He’s feeling it too. He kisses you long and hard, then feels your walls spasm around him. It’s just what he needs to push him over the edge, and as he cums inside you, it’s as if the whole world has stopped; only your uneven breaths mark the time passing.

You continue to spasm around his cock as your mind goes completely blank. You can’t explain it, but Levi elicits the longest, most intense orgasms from you. It’s just how your body reacts to him - you can’t explain it.

He says your name in your ear, his voice deep and raspy. “Will you forgive me? For all the time we wasted apart. I don’t want to do any of this without you.”

“Yes. Yes, I forgive you.” You run your fingers through his silky hair. “I know we can make this work.”

Of course you forgive him. You’d forgiven him the moment you laid eyes on him tonight; maybe even before that.

The bottom of your dress falls back over your legs and Levi gently pulls the straps back up on your shoulders. You are his, and he is yours - it’s always been this way, and now both of you know it. As you fix your hair and touch up your lipstick in the mirror, there’s a commotion in the garden.

“Leeeeeviiiiiiiii! Where are you? We’re getting tattoos!”

He’d know that yell anywhere: it’s Hange.

“Yeah, come on, Levi! We’re all getting tattoos!”

And Zeke is with them.

“Goddammit. Let’s stay here a little longer.”

You laugh. “You should do it…for memories.” You cup his cheek and give him a kiss. “Get it on your ass, so then only I can see it.”

At that, Levi rolls his eyes. “Don’t make this weirder than it already is.”

He takes your hand in his, then meets the screaming duo in the garden. “Ok, fine, let’s do this,” he resigns, as he leads you along to join the group.

“You want me to come too?”

“Of course.” His face is serious, but there’s a joy in his eyes. “I don’t intend on letting you out of my sight.”

“Yes!” Zeke exclaims. “Eren, Levi is in! Let’s go!!”

And so you walk, hand in hand, out of the restaurant to find the others.

——

“There’s no denying that the two of you have an incredible chemistry in the film. Did that come naturally?” the interviewer asks.

“I think I felt that spark between us almost immediately. Wouldn’t you say?” Levi answers.

“Oh yes, absolutely,” you reply fondly.

It’s the week of the Cannes Film Festival and you and Levi are on the interview circuit. After the AoT premiere, you broke up with your boyfriend and stayed with Levi in Tokyo, then went with him to Singapore and Seoul as the cast traveled from city to city. The month flew by and the next thing you knew, you were both traveling to France.

You’re together everywhere, and the paparazzi have quickly deduced that you're an item. It’s been a hot topic of all the celebrity and gossip sites, but neither of you care - a rare occurrence, for Levi especially, who has always valued his privacy intensely.

“And you’re actually a couple in real life, correct?”

“We are.” You answer tentatively. “He tolerates me, anyway.” You make light of it, but answering this question always makes you nervous, since you’re not quite sure how much Levi wants to share.

“More than tolerate,” Levi squeezes your hand, “she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to my life.”

He knew this question would come up, because it always does these days. But he’s realized, he’s not concerned with the gossip or the naysayers; he knows that whatever challenges come your way, the two of you can ride it out.

He believes this will work, because he’s in love with you. And after this interview is over, he’s going to tell you exactly that.

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geckoomoria · 10 days

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Drabble of Boy next door sam, enjoy 🖤

all credits of boy next door sam plot goes to me !!

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Thursday, July 7th

approx 1:20 am

You lay awake at night wondering if you’ll ever go to sleep. Maybe it was that 15 minute nap you took earlier in the day or the medium ice coffee with mocha you bought from the coffee shop down the street after that nap.

You grab the alarm clock that rests on the polished white bedside table that compliments the rest of the furniture in your room. The clock reads 1:20 am , and you groan out of frustration. You knew for a fact this was going to kick your ass tomorrow at school but what could be done?

It didn’t help that the wind was blowing so much that it made a weird light knocking sound on your window. You stare at the ceiling with your hands behind your head waiting to fall into a daze of tiredness as you ignore the knocking the wind makes.

The knocking gets quicker but not louder , almost rapid-like. Wind isn’t supposed to do that , out of curiosity you sit up and look at the window. Apparently the knocking came from an actual person at the window , someone who you recognized almost immediately.

You roll your eyes and stand up , pushing the covers of your bed off of you and make your way to the window. Opening the window , a light breeze makes its way through your room and the moonlight illuminates Sam. you go back and forth with the dark haired boy in a whispering manner.

“sam?! its 1 in the morning , why are you here??”

“wrong it’s actually 1:30 in the morning dumbass”

“i will push you out this window right now.”

“jeez calm down baby , getting all riled up for no reason”

“Don’t “baby” me! this is EXTREMELY dangerous of you to climb to my window at night and i bet its not even a good reason”

“i actually have a very good reason , thank you very much”

“which is….?”

“i needed to see you , missed your sweet self.”

His blue crystal like eyes bore into yours with that little smile of his that always manages to make your heart flutter. He climbed to your second story window just because he needed to see you in person? He was just next door too but he missed you that much?

he knew how to tug on your heart strings just right to play melodies of love all day long. Even if he had you worried with his actions , even if he put all his effort into pissing you off , he still was your boy that was right next door.

your look softens at his words and your hand reaches out to hold his face. You bring him in for a kiss on the lips, a deep and soft kiss that reminded you of everything right.

“y’know you could have just called me if you missed me sooo badd”

you stare at him with a slight sly look in your eyes having a feeling this is going to be extremely flirty somehow.

“yeah but i needed to see you in person, hold you in my arms in real time”

your heart almost explodes from how sweet he was being , you make a slight “awhhh” sound after he says this

but his big fat mouth ruined the perfect moment.

“that and i needed to see those shorts of yours in real time as well cause god damn baby”

you roll your eyes and make a “tch” sound that overpowered the “awh” from earlier

boys will be boys , but your boy? you didn’t let his little ass get away with it at ALL.

Its almost like natural reflexes when you hit his shoulder out of annoyance and walk away from the window. As your head is turned , you can hear him go “oh shit!” and the sound of trees from beneath rustling.

your head whips back to the window and Sam isn’t there. Your heart stops and your praying that the push you gave him didn’t knock his balance and he’s laying there on the floor unconscious.

Running over to the window , peering your head over the ledge to look for him frantically.

you look down to see his sly ass smirk as you realize he’s holding onto the ledge with a hand and just lowered his foot to make it seem like he fell.

As angry as you seem right now , your more relived than anything.

“Sam Monroe i hate you so much.”

“I love you too F/N L/N, see you tomorrow”

you flash a middle finger to him as you walk back to your bed

as you finally pull the covers over you , you can hear the chuckle of him going:

“someoness sleep depriveddd” followed by the sound of feet hitting the ground floor of the grass and walking away.

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captainleviswifee · 21 days

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If you dare...

Tags/TW/context (idk💀): Alcohol, sfw, y/n fem reader, reader is a squad leader, Attack on Titan, Levi Ackerman, lighthearted, established close friendship and partnership between you and Levi, you and Levi are in denial of your feelings for each other and Hange knows it, Hange is just lowkey tired of this back and forth.

Edit: you can use extensions, or apps to replace y/n with the name of your choice.

The night is blooming, the moon's graceful glow upon you and your comrades in the clearing of the Old Headquarters of the Survey Corps. The tall trees, both vivacious trees and pine trees standing tall around your merry group, providing shelter from the fog of the evening. Not too far from the headquarters, but also not too near in the vicinity to avoid disrupting the working higher-ups, or the resting scouts in their in the assigned shared quarters of their barracks. Regardless, even without the protection of the trees, the fog won't be stopping this small gathering of you and your comrades. An survey mission had just ended. It's a small mission led by you, in order to train you. Nothing too exciting just this small group of scouts surveying ahead, and placing supplies ahead of the expedition route that's due in next week. Although the mission is a success with the least amount of deaths so far, it wasn't without sacrifices. You sit relaxed with a drink of your own on one of the chairs. Beside you are your comrades, your subordinates, the Levi Squad in some of the chairs and benches, and then Hange accompanied by Moblit who sat beside her. All forming a complete circle with a table of food in the middle of the circle then a burning bonfire right beside it. Keeping this small gathering of people warm from the evening fog. In some of these seats are soldiers, scouts who fought bravely. At the cost of a missing leg, or an arm, or maybe even missing screws after facing the dark reality that the titans bring outside the Walls this very recent expedition. Yet despite, what they have experienced, they sit there merry with a drink on their uninjured free hands. Largely due to the part that Hange, Oruo, Gunther, and Eld are leading the conversation of this humble party.

A farewell party to be exact. The last night of these maimed soldiers in the military before they return to their status as simple civilians. In a way, Commander Erwin allowed this to happen just so the soldiers would go home with at least smiles on their faces. Smile of relief from surviving, or the smile from this small gathering and the events would occur later are sure bound to kick up a merry chat between their waiting families instead of the horrors outside walls as their main topic.

"Ah, it's your turn!" The bottle spins and points at you. "What?" And you break out from your deepest of thoughts, maybe because of the battle analysis reports, survey reports, and whole another bunch of papers you'll submit tomorrow, or maybe because of the watchful gaze a certain pair of steel blue gray eyes.

"Everyone's been pulling up 'Truths' this whole time, would you care for a dare instead?" Hange smiles cheeky at you, as she asks you at gunpoint in front of your comrades. "A dare?" Your question sounding more like a refusal. "C'mon please? It's nothing hard I swear. It'll be just like how easy you killed four titans this recent mission, right boys?" And your comrades and subordinates alike jeered at the thought. You were quite in a good form, the past mission and now that you're in this spot like this. With their mood like that, you don't want these soldier's last night to be with you being a killjoy of the night. You gave Hange a look before responding, "Alright what's the dare?" "Sweet! Well it's nothing hard, I just want you to kiss someone." Hange playfully answers giving a certain midget sipping tea at the edge of the circle, a knowing look. Fully aware of Levi's gazes at you. Or how he would sparingly brew the tealeaves you gifted him. Or how he would scold you as he checks up on you at the hospital after each mission, Hange gave a knowing look at Levi barely noticed by their comrades. The latter only returned a glare, barely noticeable in between sips of his tea. "The what? Hange, you can't be serious." You respond. You may be a little tipsy, but you still have your wits about you. "It'll be fine, unless..." Hange trails off, "Unless it means something to you of course. Were you saving it for someone?" She quips, her tone now growing teasingly playful. It didn't help that the rest of the Levi Squad, your subordinates, basically everyone's got their eyes and ears on you now. Giving in to either get peer pressured to saying something akin to confession—

'It wont be a confession,' You stubbornly think.

Well it's either you get peer pressured into saying something you may or may not regret, you decide to just go with the dare. At least in a dare there's a chance that the very act will be considered, 'not of any significant meaning to you.'

"Alright, I'll complete the dare. You guys owe me a drink for this one." You say with a smile pointing to the rest of the crowd, primarily to Hange. You scan your surroundings to look for a specific person who you know wouldn't take this dare personally or seriously. He may be a few centimeters smaller than you, but it did not take you long enough to find him sitting at the edge of the circle. Drinking tea instead of alcohol, he looks at you his blue-gray eyes displaying deadpan expression. "Is it okay if I pick you?" You ask for consent walking up to him with his side facing you. Casual form drinking tea amidst the tensing sensual atmosphere fueled by the expectant gazes of your comrades. His jaw clenches for a split second before nodding nonchalantly. His steel blue gaze, maintaining his composure. Bringing his cup a little lower from his lips, he remained sitting as he was. His side still facing you.

"Alright," You give a smile before placing one of your knee to his seat for support, you other hand crawling up behind him, to gain purchase of the seat he is leaning on to. And your other free hand cupping his chin, lightly with your fingers as you lean your face closer to his steel blue gaze.

In response, his body stiffens evidently caught off guard by this sudden act of intimacy. He fought back the shivers that run along his spine and his jaw subtly clenches as maintained his indifferent expression.

You lean in closer, and closer. Intensifying the already sensual tension caused by her own intimate actions.

Only to give him a light kiss on his cheek.

'They only said a kiss after all, they didn't say where.' You cleverly think, avoiding making a spectacle of yourself and drag Levi in this.

Disappointed murmurs hint the chorus of their comrades and Hange nodding with a light chuckle in amusement, "Ha! Well played, y/n." Spinning the bottle once more, "Next dare!"

When you pulled away and returned to your seat downing a glass in one big gulp, Levi didn't look at you or anyone at that moment. He just sat there with the memory of your lips, warm on his skin.

He sat there drinking his tea in silence. He wasn't drinking any alcohol at all.

And yet,

Why are his ears red?

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anystalker707 · 2 months

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Behind locked doors (2/2)

Pairing: Reiner Braun x [gn / afab] Tybur! Reader Summary: Not only a toy, but now a lover. Tags: Transmasc friendly / use of pussy / breeding kink / impregnation kink / Forbidden relationship/ Penetration (no gendered description) / Harsh / Dirty talk

Requested by @inamoraataa ["thank you 🤩please do kind of smut (breeding kink, harsh , lot of dirty talk , and pregnancy kink also? 🤔 ) With happy ending and their both Confess to each other Thank again ❤️"]

PART ONE

MASTERLIST

“No, no,” you said with a sigh as you looked at the servant who stood right outside your chamber’s door for what felt like forever. They had tried to step into the room, but you kept the door half open and stood in the way, not putting any effort into hiding your impatience. “I already said that I don’t need anything. Look, I am about to go to sleep, so I hope there’s no interruption. I’ll ask for it if I need any help.”

Marley didn’t save efforts when it came to pleasing the Tybur family, no matter the blood that ran in your veins, and even if it could be pleasing, it could also be annoying.

“But it’s been instructed that—”

“I don’t want anything extra,” you breathed, glaring a little. “All I want is not to be bothered for the night. If you can’t do that, then…”

“I’m sorry, Mx!” Their eyes widened before they bowed and rushed away.

“Fuck,” you huffed while closing the door, turning to see Reiner, who still stood pressed to the wall, right beside the door. “I think we won’t be disturbed anymore.” The door locked with a click of the key before you looked at him. A boundary set by a Tybur would rarely be crossed there unless it was for a drastic case, which was a rare occurrence.

Reiner raised his eyebrows lightly, not seeming so pleased with the interruption as well, sighing softly. “I hope so.” He stepped closer and placed his hands on your waist to pull you closer against him, within reach to kiss your cheek. “I want to enjoy you without any interruptions, and give you the attention you deserve,” he whispered, breath tickling your skin. “You know…” He took a pause, gulping as he pulled away enough to look at you in the eyes. “I missed you.”

Reiner’s voice was breathy and unsteady, quiet so that he could try to pretend to have said something else in case you had the wrong reaction to his words. What would you think of a damn, filthy Eldian trying to get closer to you like that? Taking liberties just because you granted him some special freedom to fill your needs or something. His heartbeat hammered against his ears as he waited for your response for what felt like an eternity, his hands sweating as they suddenly didn’t feel so right around your waist. He was about to take a step back when your lips arched into a smile, and you hummed softly, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“You did?” You chuckled a little, and Reiner didn’t know how to interpret it. His heart beat faster and his face burned hot as he looked at you, trying to keep a straight face. Were you making fun of him, or was it genuine?

“I mean…” Reiner cleared his throat, looking down.

“Well, I missed you, too,” you said with a wide grin, and Reiner decided just to leave the matter aside when you pulled him in for a kiss, humming softly as he deepened the kiss, intending to make it last until you forgot about the matter. His teeth tugged lightly on your bottom lip until a moan escaped your throat, so he let his tongue dart into your mouth and glide against yours while his hands tightened around your waist just the way you enjoyed.

When Reiner finally pulled away from the kiss, you were breathless, your lips swollen and shiny from the saliva, and you looked at him with such needy eyes that made his pants start to grow tighter. He quickly captured your lips in another kiss, humming softly as he ran his tongue along the back of your teeth and let it press against yours until he snatched another pleased moan from you, and started guiding you to take steps back, only letting go when the back of your legs reached the edge of the bed.

A new kind of urgency and tension permeated the air once the kiss broke and you two looked at each other in the eyes, keeping silent for a moment before you moved to climb on the bed.

Reiner loved how soft the bed was, unlike anywhere else he’d ever slept, and he didn’t even know how to react before such a lavish that he’d never had contact before in life. Was it luck or a curse? He didn’t really know how to interpret it, but the way the mattress sank under his knees didn’t matter while he worked on carefully removing your clothes, tugging on the laces, and fumbling with buttons, revealing each time more of your skin to his hungry gaze.

Your skin felt so smooth under Reiner’s palms like porcelain compared to rough metal, and as much as he felt so undeserving of having you to himself like that, he believed that he was the only one who could appreciate you the way you truly deserved.

The way you arched your back and pressed into Reiner’s palms gave him a sense of pride as he cupped his hands over your chest and then let them down to your waist, squeezing it a little, encouraging you to open your legs invitingly, and he couldn’t get rid of those tight pants soon enough.

“Reiner,” you mumbled in a whiny voice. Your hands were around the lapel of his jacket—his filthy, warrior jacket—to pull him down within reach for a kiss, which he gladly welcomed, nibbling on your bottom lip before he deepened the contact. It was hard, but he tried his best to keep it going while taking off his uniform, carelessly undoing the buttons, and tossing his clothes to the ground.

Being naked with you like that felt raw, in a good sense. It made Reiner feel closer to you when he wasn’t wearing that stupid armband or his uniform, which managed to trick the permanent guilt that sat uncomfortably inside his chest.

Once all the clothes were discarded, Reiner pulled back so that he could take a proper look at you, raising his eyebrows as he placed his hands on your thighs. His fingers roamed over every inch of your skin, giving it just a small fraction of the worship you deserved. The affection he felt stirred with arousal when he met your needy gaze and then observed the wet mess between your legs.

Reiner leaned in and kissed the middle of your chest, this time sitting back on his legs whilst gripping your thighs to pull you closer, allowing your bottom to rest on his lap. His cock aligned with your pussy now, its length pressed right between your folds. The slightest touch against your clit made you gasp while arching your back, immediately holding tightly onto his shoulders.

“Mmph, Reiner, please…” You arched your back in a fruitless attempt to gain more friction, and Reiner enjoyed the frustrated whimpers that escaped your lips while your nails sank into his skin. The desperation made Reiner’s cock twitch, so he made sure to linger a little while kissing your chest before he could finally adjust your hips, holding the base of his cock to position himself against your entrance.

It had been a couple of months since you’d last seen each other, two bitter months that he had spent between craving you and trying to get you off his mind because he couldn’t bear not having you with him. How could he even consider being with someone like you?

“Fuck,” Reiner muttered as he felt his tip dip into your wetness, making him groan as he rubbed his tip against your clit, just to see you whimper and squirm. He loved how someone like him was able to make you behave like that, even more so when he pulled away and compelled you to mumble something in frustration while whining. So lovely.

It was easy to handle you so that you were on your side, and Reiner lay behind you, chest pressed to your back as he hooked a hand under your knee to pull your leg up, relishing the way you let out an embarrassed sound.

“Relax, baby, hm?” Reiner’s deep voice breathed into your ear, as his free arm wrapped around your waist, feeling your skin rise in shivers under his touch. “You’ll like this, I promise,” he whispered as he shifted around, pressing the tip of his cock to your entrance, groaning softly.

Reiner had missed it, really. He had spent nights with his eyes pressed shut and hand on his cock while trying his best to picture your pretty face and how your pussy clenched around him. His hand didn’t do any justice, but it was the best he had, and now he was afraid he would cum too soon if he got too excited about how your walls accommodated around his cock, tight, as if you depended on having him inside you.

“Ahh, Reiner,” you breathed in that delicious needy tone as his cock sank in as deeply as it could in the current position. As his hand returned to pull your leg up, you gripped the sheets but soon reached an arm behind yourself, placing it on the back of his head. “Fuck…”

Your back arched against Reiner’s as he started to move his hips, moans falling right into your ear. Given your bliss and how you melted under his touches, he couldn’t help but wonder if you’d been needing that as much as he did.

“Melting already?” Reiner mumbled with a breathy chuckle as he kept thrusting into your tight pussy, loving the squelching sounds of his cock sinking inside you beneath your loud moans. “I barely touched you. Did you miss me that much? I bet you spent every night with your fingers deep inside yourself, imagining me taking you.” His breath fanned against your ear, and he wished he could take a better look at your face right now. “Come on, answer me.”

“I—I did,” you gasped with a whine, tugging on Reiner’s hair a little. “Mmph, ‘missed your cock…” You trailed off, babbling about something that he couldn’t understand, but still managed to make his cock twitch inside you.

“Yeah?” Reiner grinned, humming as he nuzzled your neck a little, kissing and sucking on the skin as he started moving his hips a little faster. “I bet no one else can fuck you this good—” His voice cracked with a moan when your walls clenched around his cock. “And you’d hardly enjoy having anyone else fuck you after I did so, right? Such a precious Tybur belonging to someone like me,” he groaned, appreciating each of the high-pitched moans that spilled from your lips among incoherent words, much to his amusement.

“You’re tighter than I remember…” Reiner groaned, making a brief pause so that he could adjust his position, allowing his hand to rest on your lower stomach while your legs intertwined. “Been saving yourself for me?” And he wished the answer would be ‘yes’, but he couldn’t catch on any word between your pleased cries. “Fuck it,” he breathed as he allowed his hand to go lower until his fingers found your clit, and it was fucking wonderful. His fingers quickly soaked up with your wetness, gliding easily against the bundle of nerves with just the right amount of pressure.

Your back arched deliciously as your hand flew down to grasp tightly around Reiner’s forearm while you squirmed, crying out softly. The pleasure that ran up your spine made your mind fuzzy and your legs quiver; a sob was snatched from your throat as you arched your back and sank your nails into his skin, which barely did anything to Reiner in general. He loved watching how pleased you were, squirming and crying under his touch. Something that only he was able to do.

A tightness started forming itself in Reiner’s bottom stomach, and how your pussy milked his cock so intensely didn’t help one bit. He had to force himself to slow down and eventually stop, using every fiber of his being to fight against chasing the sweet release that tempted him so much, like a piece of steaming juicy meat in front of his hungry self.

Bruises would probably decorate the areas where Reiner’s fingers sank into your skin, trying to relieve some of the anguish that contorted inside him while his imminent orgasm painfully fizzled away. You also didn’t seem so pleased, grunting in complaint while he shifted, manhandling you into a new position.

Reiner didn’t mind how your arms were like noodles under yourself as long as your ass was up in the air, presented for him. He glanced at you to make sure everything was okay, while you hugged a pillow under yourself. Were you going to muffle your moans just now? With all those guards outside, having heard most of the previous part? He didn’t think it mattered at this point, so he just proceeded, positioning himself between your legs again.

The sight alone could make Reiner cum if he got too lost in it, which was something easy to happen. His hands adjusted themselves on your ass, kneading lightly on them while he observed your pussy, shiny with the love juices that coated it. It was swollen from the abuse, your clit throbbing as if pleading for more of his touch, and who was he to deny it?

A groan escaped your lips when the tip of Reiner’s cock pressed to your clit again, his cock running between your folds before it finally slipped inside you to be welcomed by your tight warmth once more. He craved it, at this point, and he supposed that you felt the same, given the way your pussy sucked his cock back inside so intensely. And the messy moans… Fuck, they drove him crazy, even more so when he could hear his name—or at least something that resembled it—among your sounds.

Reiner took a moment to observe his cock slowly sinking inside you repeatedly, accumulating a creamy ring around the base, before he gave in to his wants instead and sped up, refilling the room with the obscene sound of skin against skin that sounded over your partially muffled moans.

Everything about it was perfect. How your skin felt under his hands, your back arching as his cock reached in deeper than before and kept hitting that spot inside you that made you whimper and see stars while your knuckles went white around the pillow.

“R—Rei—” You sobbed again, pussy clenching more around Reiner’s cock.

A groan escaped Reiner’s throat as he leaned forward, his chest pressing to your back as he placed a hand around your jaw and lifted your head so that he could whisper into your ear. “You’re milking my cock so good,” he moaned into your ear. “I’ll finish inside today again because I know you love that so much… You love being bred by me, don’t you?” His fingers tightened around your jaw in a demanding manner. He wanted to hear your dismantled voice struggling to form answers that satisfied him.

“Yeah,” you whimpered in a shaky voice, growing tighter around him. “Mmph, b-breed—”

“Fuck,” he whispered. His hand grasped your hip for leverage so that he could start fucking you faster, giving in more to the temptation. “Can you imagine it if I manage to knock you up, hm? Belly swollen with my kid. Eldian blood. What would everyone think of that? Such a shame, babe. You’re so dirty,” Reiner ranted into your ear, absolutely in love with the way you moaned louder and squirmed more just because he kept saying such obscenities to you. You were so dirty, more than anyone would believe a Tybur to be.

“I hope you’re ready because I will fill you up all night long until I make sure you’re bred and carrying my child, you hear me?” Reiner breathed into your ear, and the thought also made his cock twitch inside you, and he felt like he couldn’t get enough no matter how fast and hard he thrust into your tight, wet pussy. “I want to fill you up so badly…”

Reiner’s hand was wet, a mix of tears and drool pooling in his palm. So hot. He could reduce you to pieces in the best way ever. Such a damn privilege.

“R—Rein— Nngh, I’m so close,” you sobbed, arching your back and grasping tightly onto the pillow under you. “Please, don’t stop…” Your voice kept cracking, with messy syllables interrupted by moans whenever his cock dived right back into you.

Reiner was also close, cock already aching with the built-up pleasure. “Then cum,” he mumbled into your ear lowly. “Cream all around my cock, baby, let it go,” he whispered. Meanwhile, his hand went from your hip to between your legs to rub circles against your clit again, and it was all it took to have your walls clenching around his cock and coating it with your release. Your orgasm lasted longer than usual, toes curling as your mind blacked out when the pleasure washed over, stretched out by how Reiner kept fucking you with unwavering intensity.

“Please, cum inside,” you choked out in a strained voice, thighs quivering as you tried to fight the overstimulation that threatened to kick in, if it were even possible. Your knuckles hurt already, burning from holding on to the pillow, but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop it. “Please, Reiner, please, please— Inside, breed me,” you babbled, and Reiner couldn’t resist your pleas.

Reiner’s balls tightened before he was cumming inside you with a restrained grunt, tightening his grip on you as he kept moving his hips, making sure to cover your tight walls with his seed and push them deep into you before he finally stopped moving, riding out his orgasm.

“Fuck, so perfect,” Reiner mumbled into the back of your neck and kissed it softly, humming pleased. He pulled away, cock slipping out of your pussy with a squelching sound, and helped you lay down properly. You seemed comfortable on your side, so he let you be, humming faintly as he kissed all over the side of your face soothingly. “Are you okay, love?” He whispered, caressing your side.

You hummed faintly, blinking the tears away from your eyes so that you could look at Reiner in the eyes with a shaky sigh. “Reiner,” you mumbled weakly and placed a hand on the back of his head to bring him down for a kiss on the lips. “I missed you so much,” you whispered.

“Missed me?” Reiner smiled a little bit, lips grazing yours as he spoke.

“Yes,” you mumbled with a nod and nuzzled his nose softly. “Really. I wanted you so badly. I missed cuddling, kissing, hearing your voice.” A soft smile grazed your lips, and Reiner felt like he could happily die on the spot.

Reiner’s heart skipped a bit, aching in his chest, mind racing as he tried to process your words. “Really? You mean it?”

“Yes,” you admitted, looking away for a moment. Embarrassment burned in your gut, but it felt so right. “I love you so much, Reiner.” You shifted to wrap both your arms around his neck to hug him close, tightly.

A soft sigh escaped Reiner’s lips. He couldn’t handle you. He smiled and nodded, humming faintly whilst he pressed soft kisses to your cheek, hugging you in return. “I love you, too, okay? Such a sweetheart,” he whispered.

⋆｡‧₊°꧁ ༺𓆩❦︎𓆪༻ ꧂‧₊˚.⋆

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot #snk #reiner braun #x reader #x female reader #x male reader #reiner x reader #reiner braun x reader #imagine #oneshot #fan fic #fan fiction

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erasedqa · 11 months

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Confrontation

armin confronts you about where you've been going late at night.

desc: arminxfemreader, kinda erenxfemreader, mordern au, toxic reader, 18+, mdni, armin lowkey mean, ass slapping, dom armin, black coded reader. (I only proofread this once, I'm sorry I'm tired asf lmao.)

Everything about your relationship with Armin is toxic. The fights, the secrets, the leaving around 3 in the morning to god knows where. I mean, that part was mostly you. After you and Armins fights and apology sex, you'd always find yourself in the shower by 1, putting on a sexy outfit, fixing up your hair into a sleek bun, putting on your makeup and following with tons of perfume, you'd finally turn off your location so Armin didn't know where you could be going.

But Armin wasn't dumb, he knew what you'd been up to. It took him a while to figure it all out. When you'd come home one day smelling like weed and cologne, thinking that Armin was sleep but he'd been wide awake that whole morning. Since then, every morning, he would listen to the patter of the shower, the clanking of your makeup and makeup brushes, and the soft sounds of you putting on your perfume and walking out the apartment you shared.

How it angered him, disgusted him. He knew that you and him were going through a rough patch, but it hurt him that you'd even think about sleeping with his best friend, Eren.

He thought about doing the same to you. To make you worry like you made him worry. To make you wonder, why? But no. Armin was smarter than that, he was going to have to confront you.

That same night you did your routine, shower, dress up, make up, and perfume. But before you could even make your way out the bathroom, there stood Armin.

He may not have been that tall, but he was tall enough to intimidate you. His blue eyes luminated in the dark and a sharp frown was placed on his face. In a cold tone, he questioned you.

"Where you goin' ma?"

You froze in your tracks, eye's looking anywhere but Armin's because you knew your stupid ass would break down and cry. You'd been caught and that made it so hard to speak.

"I-I need to make a few runs. Can you move?"

You say to him. You try to shove him out the way, but he won't budge. He clears his throat and with a sterner look at you, he questions you again.

"Y/n. where. you. goin'?"

He gets closer to you, and you frown.

"'Min, oh my god I already told you. Move the fuck out the way."

You whisper yell at him. He sighed and rubbed his head, clearly frustrated.

"Aight, since you can't tell me where you goin', Imma make you mama."

With that, Armin slammed the bathroom door shut and shoved you to the bathroom counter. You gasped.

"'Armin! What the f-"

He gripped your waist. Hard enough to make veins pop out of his hands. Armin kissed, sucked, and bit your neck repeatedly. You moaned in response, trying to push him off of you but it felt so good. So, you slowly made your way towards his pants, rubbing him through his boxers.

"Minny.."

You moaned. He chuckled and that made your heart drop. He licked and kissed his way up to your ear, only inches away he whispered.

"Bet he don't make you moan like dis' ma."

Your heart started to beat faster in your chest. He knows? How could he know? He got up to look at your face in pure shock. He grinned.

"You thought I wasn't gonna' find out ma?"

"'Min, please I'm sorry."

"Nah mama, you only sorry cause I found out. But it's okay, imma make you real sorry."

Suddenly, he grabs your waist and flips you around. Face down, ass up. He pulled down the stretchy grey leggings you were wearing and made a quick slap to your ass. You moan.

"'Min, please.."

He smacks it harder.

"Ah!"

You cry out.

"Take this shit ma, this what you get."

You start to cry. He was teasing you cause he knew this what made you feel good. The pain mixed with pleasure made it all worth it, but you wanted him and needed him. Craved him. Not Eren, Armin. You needed Armin.

"Minny, please I'm sorry. I won't hurt you no mo' baby please. I need you, only you. I only want you"

You look up at him through the bathroom mirror. There, was a satisfied smirk from Armin. He rubbed your ass as he leaned to whisper in your ear once again.

"You such a good girl mama, I'll make sure to make you feel real special."

#aot #aot x reader #attack on titan #attack on titan x reader #armin x reader #armin x black reader #armin x fem reader #eren x reader #eren x black reader #eren x fem reader #fan fiction #aot smut #aot fanfiction #eren aot #armin aot #y/n

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yoongikapi · 3 hours

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sneaky touches || levi || drabble

fluff

aot masterlist

❥ while training with him he pushes you to your max, but is there to catch/steady you when you fall; gripping your arm or hands around your waist it doesn’t matter, he will catch you

❥ during meetings he’ll hand you maps and important paperwork, fingers brushing yours as he does so. he notices how you blush so he makes it a point to do it every time. if he’s sitting next to you he relaxes to the point where his leg rests against yours. he notices how you don’t pull away which makes his heart leap

❥ scoffs while telling you your shirt’s collar is worn wrong, then leaning in and fixing it for you. his fingertips touch your neck and once they reach your collarbone? he secretly can’t believe you’re letting him do this and he realizes he doesn’t ever want to pull away

❥ he catches you asleep in the mess hall and he cant help but brush a strand of hair away from your face. he knows you cant stay out here, so he gently picks you up and takes you to your room. he takes his time walking down the hall, wanting to keep you in his arms as long as he can <3

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m-jelly · 1 year

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Hey Jelly! Can I please request a NSFW Hange x Reader?

-thank you!

Buzzing

Pairing: Fem!Hange x Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: Modern AU, fluff, romance, sex toys, oral, married life.

Concept: Hange and you fool around in bed using your tongue and toys.

Tagging Hange's wife @skittlelover69

The soft yet firm mattress below you wrapped its embrace around you. You were cradled as your legs were raised. Your eyes closed as you sank into a gentle pleasure burning through you. You flicked your gaze down to your wife to see her face pressed against your wet slit.

You lifted your remote and smiled softly at Hange. You moaned as a shiver ran through you at the gentle pleasure burning into your soul from your wife's soft movements. You pressed the controller and increased the vibration setting.

Hange moaned against your pussy as the egg toy vibrated more inside her. He pulled back and panted softly. "Fuck." She hummed a laugh. "You're a naughty girl." She moaned in delight. "So good."

You massaged your fingers into her hair as you panted. "You're incredible."

She sucked on your clit and hummed in delight. She massaged her tongue against you before sucking on your sensitive bud again. She held your thighs and began squeezing hard. You raised your hips and began rolling your hips against her face.

You arched your back and increased the vibration again. You smiled as Hange moaned against you as her legs began shaking. The vibration of her moan made you thrust hard against her face. You gripped the bed as you almost thrashed around in pleasure.

Hange wrapped her arms around your thigh and waist as her coil tightened. She moaned and whimpered in delight. She shook against the bed as she felt on the cusp of euphoria. She felt the pop causing her to moan against you as her heart raced in her chest.

Hange pulled from your pussy and panted. She knelt up before you in her tanned and naked glory. She removed the egg from herself and smirked at you as it vibrated in her hand. She ran it up and down your wet slit before pushing it inside you.

You moaned in delight as the vibrations sent you onto a higher heavenly level. You cried out in ecstasy as she dove for your clit. Your legs shook around her head as you panted heavily. You gripped and pulled at the bed as you felt your coil tighten hard.

You threw your head back and screamed in delight. "Fuck! You felt your coil nap causing a tidal wave of pleasure to burn through every inch of you. You whined and shook against the bed. "H-Hange."

Hange slipped the egg out of you and hummed a laugh. "You always look cute when you cum."

You grabbed the remote and turned it off. "Thank you. You're like a goddess."

Hange crawled up the bed and smiled down at you. "What a wonderful compliment."

You wrapped your arms around her neck and kissed her. "You deserve to be showered in them."

Hange blushed hard. "You're sweet to me."

You pulled Hange into your arms and played with her hair. "You're adorable. I love you so much."

Hange nuzzled against your breasts. "Love you. You're my everything."

You kissed the top of her head. "My perfect wife."

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roaminginmyownbirthcanal · 1 year

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Fan fiction honestly was probably the worst thing to happen to me bc I have not been mentally present since I was 12

#fanfic #fan fiction #fanfiction #fandom #fandoms #fanfics #fanfictions #detroit become human #attack on titan #aot fanfiction #dbh fanfic #fangirl #ao3fic #wattpad #I only read x readers and let me tell you that ruined my grasp on reality it’s pathetic #x reader #x readers

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eruri-brainrot · 4 months

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Chapter 1 of Eruri Lighthouse keepers fic is up! :)

Part: 1/?

Words: 3.7k

Rating: M

Tags: Lighthouse Keepers AU, post ww2, slow burn, pining, hurt/comfort, getting together

Summary:

Sometimes, as the winds of Narragansett Bay whip at his cold-flushed face and aching hands, Levi wonders how life has led him here. Here: atop four winding flights of stairs, seventy-three feet in the air, polishing a fifty year old light bulb several times larger than his head.

His predecessor had complained about the loneliness while showing him around the place. Told him it makes you go mad. Levi doesn’t mind it though. In fact, he finds the isolation oddly comforting. In the middle of the ocean there are no generals or foremen screaming at him to get back to work. There are no sly insults on his stature, or reprimands regarding his attitude. Atop Whale Rock there is only steel, stone, and the occasional seabird cawing overheard.

#eruri #levi ackerman #erwin smith #aot #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #snk #erwin x levi #eruri fanfic #eruri fan fiction #grace writes #lighthouse fic

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sadslay · 3 months

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Heyy :) Do you do Rickyl?? If you do, can I request for a Daryl x Female Reader x Rick, After the prison fell, everyone went their own directions - what would Rickyl's reaction to seeing Reader for the first time in weeks maybe a month? Established poly relationship hehe

- ALIVE ⋆☆ 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧

warnings — very short, some fluff

your attention was pulled up from your flail as the gates began to roll open, the very sound of the rusted wheels running along the bitumen reminded you of your arrival a few weeks prior. the gate soon revealed a large group of maybe ten or more people, all of them looking tired at first glance but upon closer inspection they looked somewhat familiar.

you quickened your pace as the group flinched at a rustling in some near by bushes, finally getting close enough to realize why their faces had looked so familiar. you dropped your flail, the loud clanking of the metal causing the group’s attention to turn to you. you could have sworn your heart stopped, in fact you could have sworn time stopped as your eyes met daryls. within milliseconds he had dropped the opossum and his crossbow before he began running towards you. All of his belongings fell to the ground as you met in the middle, wrapping your around each other so tightly it almost heart.

“you’re alive.” you breathed into his neck, you voice riddled with disbelief as you held onto him tightly, too scared to let go in fear that he might disappear. “i thought i lost you.”

daryl stayed silent, basking in your presence as you tightly held onto his torso. “y/n?” a familiar voice questioned.

almost terrified to pull away, you peered over daryls shoulder to find a large portion of familiar faces from the prison. glenn, who had just called out to you had a smile plastered on his lips as a laugh fell from his lips.

“holy shit.” you smiled, the very sight of the people you called family almost bringing you to tears. you looked back at daryl who was still holding onto you tightly, the very look in his eyes making you feel safety and warmth. “i missed you so god damn much.” you muttered, planting a kiss on daryls prickly, dirtied cheek.

“missed yer too.” he grumbled, his voice sounding weak still caught in the moment of shock.

as you pulled away from daryl, you looked past him to find rick handing judith to carl. the very sight almost bringing you to tears as rick hurriedly began to walk towards you with open arms. together you met in the middle as you jumped into his arms - your legs wrapping around his waist in the process - , the scruff of his bread tickling your cheek as he planted a kiss on the corner of your lips

“beard’s gettin’ a little long don’t ya think?” you giggled, your feet reconnecting with the ground as you slightly pulled back to find rick laughing along with you. after his laughter simmered down, one hand remaining on your lower waist while the other rose to cradle your cheek. his thumb wiped away the tears that fell from your eyes as you whispered, “i thought i’d lost both of you.”

“we’re here now.” he smiled, the pair of you almost forgetting about the crowd of people watching you.

“come on in guys!” arron spoke calming, his voice sounding exhausted as he ushered the others in.

⋆☆

later that night as everyone began to settle into your home - their things scattered across your living and dining room floor - you found yourself watching from the kitchen, sipping on a glass of water.

“yer think we can trust this place?” daryl asked as he leant up against the kitchen counter by your side, his shoulder brushing up against yours.

you looked up, admiring each detail of his face in case it would be the last time you saw it before smiling, “mmhmm.” you hummed.

in a synchronized motion, you both turned back to look at the others. your eyes were drawn right to rick as he was nursing judith while talking to carl, the very action bringing a warmth to your heart that you had almost forgotten.

“he missed ya.” daryl spoke in a low whisper, his attention now focused on rick. “he didn’t stop worryin’ about yer either.” he added. “we really thought we’d never see ya again.” daryl continued quietly, his words causing you to pull your eyes away from rick to look up into his eyes.

instead of replying you simply rested your head on daryls shoulder as you turned your focus back to the group and as everyone began to settle in you we’re reminded of a time many months ago. a simpler time when the threat of uncertainty was a hell of a lot smaller and the community you had built had become your family.

for a brief moment you indulged yourself in the memory of the prison and the sanctuary it offered you, the opportunities it offered you and the people it introduced to you. you were so incredibly grateful for that prison, because without it, you would never have met daryl or rick.

pulling you out of your thoughts was daryls soft horse voice, “come on.”

“where are we goin’?” you asked in a low whisper, straightening yourself back up before noticing rick wandering towards the front door.

daryl didn’t reply, he only began to follow ricks lead by walking towards the front door as everyone began to fall asleep. you quietly followed the pair before joining them on the dimly lit porch, where daryl had already begun lighting a cigarette.

“can’t believe you smoke that stale shit.” you laughed weakly, propping yourself up onto the balustrade while the pair stood in front of you.

daryl replied with a low grumble before letting out a cloud of smoke while the cigarette remained between his lips. “they been lookin’ after you?” daryl asked, his head motioning to some of the locals walking by.

“been lookin’ after myself.” you quipped, earning a chuckle from both men.

you stuck you hand out, motioning for daryl to give you the cigarette. as he obliged you placed the stale cigarette between you lips before taking in a deep breath. a cough erupted from your chest as you gave back the cigarette.

rick stepped closer to you, his hand resting on your knee before it began to snake up to your hip. “we’re here now.” he spoke quietly, pressing a kiss on your cheekbone. “we’ll take care of ya.” he continued, his lips meeting yours.

it was a kiss you had longed for, for many months. it started out slow and soft, but quickly grew into something more. a soft gasp feel from your lip as you felt another hand on your thigh.

“i missed you.” you breathed, parting with ricks lips just for a moment. “i missed you both.”

☆𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭☆

a/n - this has been sitting in my drafts for MONTHS! i also don’t know if i like :/

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sixpennydame · 10 months

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Make. Believe. ❖ Act 1

Actor!Levi x Fem!Reader

It’s your first sex scene as a leading actress, and it’s with none other than Levi Ackerman. But you both can stay professional….right?

Warnings / Content: NSFW, Minors do not interact, oral sex (fem receiving), vaginal sex

A/N: I've been working on this one shot since April and it's finally here! There will be a Part 2, written from Levi's pov, available now!

Act 2 | Act 3

“Oi, you ok? Ready to do this?”

Levi stands naked before you. It’s nothing new - you’ve seen his nude body several times already while shooting this film. But today is the day that you shoot the main sex scene with him - the first you’ve ever done as a professional actress.

And despite all the preparations you’ve done, you’re nervous as hell about it.

You take a deep breath. “Yeah…I’m ready.”

The Camera Assistant raises the slate, “Scene 24, Take 1…” *Clap*

“Action!”

When your agent told you about the role you knew you were perfect for it. An ingénue role: innocent, pure, but headstrong, and when you finished the audition, you knew you’d gotten it.

The movie is set in the 1920’s and tells the story about a woman who had been married off to an older, powerful man who owns a large estate. She has an affair with the quiet, mysterious groundskeeper. It’s all about class, duty, and desire.

You knew the role would require several sex scenes, and quite risqué ones at that. But that didn’t bother you. You’d been nude on stage while in acting school and you took your craft seriously.

What made you nervous was that you would be doing the sex scenes with Levi Ackerman.

You’d had a crush on him since your teenage years, when you saw him in the Attack on Titan series. You, and every other girl that saw him in that show. Ten years later, he was still one of the most sought-after actors in film and television. He excelled in dramatic roles and was a skilled physical actor, even doing most of his own stunts. In interviews, he was always cool and quiet, letting the other actors take the spotlight. He also kept his private life particularly private, and this gave him an air of mystery.

You weren’t sure what to expect when you met him for the first time with the rest of the cast at the first script table reading.

“Mr. Ackerman, I’ll be playing the part of Anna. It’s an absolute honor to be working with you.”

His grey eyes give you a once over, then he shakes your hand. “Please, call me Levi. I hear this is your first leading role.”

Just shaking his hand, you’re already blushing. How will you react when you actually have to touch him romantically?

You shake those thoughts out of your mind right now. “Y-yes, it is. I’d appreciate any advice you can give me.”

“This director is pretty strict about sticking to the script. I’ve worked with him before. But with love scenes, he’s going to give us a lot of freedom to kind of just do what we want.”

Oh god. He’s already bringing up the sex scenes. And he calls them love scenes. You feel your face getting even hotter.

He notices. “I’m guessing you’ve never done a love scene before.”

“I uh..” you were going to try to think of something witty to say, but it feels difficult to talk suddenly, “I haven’t, actually.”

He smiles. “It’s normal to feel nervous. The most important thing is for you to trust me, and for us to respect each other.”

The room is filling with more cast and crew as the table reading is about to start. Levi gestures for the both of you to have a seat. “Why don’t we start by getting to know each other after the table reading? When we’re not shooting we can get together and help each other with lines and maybe eat together during breaks. That way, I won’t feel like such a stranger.”

“That would be so nice. Yes, let’s do that,” you reply, feeling better and more comfortable with him already. He just seems so…normal. Not at all the broody, rude character he’s made out to be in the tabloids.

After that, you spent most of your free time with Levi. You’d hang out with each other in your trailers, working on memorizing lines or just talking. The director insisted on shooting most of the movie on location and not in a studio, so you were all left to basically live in a small town in the countryside. Levi would invite you out with other cast and crew friends. He was friendly - much friendlier than you’d imagined him to be - but you noticed that the larger the crowd got, the quieter he became. You much more enjoyed the time when it was just the two of you.

Leading up to your sex scenes, you and Levi were required to meet with an intimacy coach. She was pleased to hear that you and Levi were already getting to know each other, since trust is key. The three of you talked over the scene and the movements required.

“There will be moments where you two will have to be naked with each other, but when you two actually recreate sexual activity, you can use intimacy barriers and skin colored thongs and underwear,” the coach suggests. “Levi, I know you’ve done sex scenes totally nude in the past.”

That’s right..the independent film he was in a few years ago. There was a lot of controversy about the very explicit sex scene in that movie. So they were completely nude during that scene? Why do you feel jealous?

“Whatever Reader is comfortable with. I’ll follow her lead,” he says, matter-of-factly.

The coach looks at you. “And you’re comfortable being nude with Levi?”

You’re trying so hard not to blush and look professional, as if this conversation isn’t giving you butterflies in your stomach. You feel Levi’s grey eyes on you. “Yes, it’s not a problem.”

Later that afternoon, your words were put to the test. You were to shoot a scene where your character catches Levi washing outside his cottage. It’s a short scene but you’re nervous. When you arrive on set, Levi is already in a robe waiting.

The scene is set, and Levi takes off his robe. His body is even better in real life. He’s toned, and he has a perfect six pack with a deep v shape on either side. A black trail of hair leads down to his..

No, you shouldn’t look, it’s unprofessional. But you want to so badly.

“Reader, go to your mark,” the Director’s Assistant says.

“Y-yes, of course.” You take your place by the wall that surrounds his character’s cottage. When the director yells action you walk along the wall until you get to the entrance, but before you enter his garden, you see him washing at a basin near the home. You’re supposed to look for just a moment, then turn back against the wall and blush at seeing him.

But when you peek around the corner, you can’t help but let your eyes linger for just longer than you’re supposed to. He’s washing himself, the water flowing over his beautifully toned body. His hair is wet and he pushes it back.

“Cut!” the director commands. “Reader, you were staring too long. Remember, she’s shocked at what she sees and quickly turns away, but she’s also titillated.”

You blush and look over to Levi, who you hope is far enough away that he can’t hear what the director is saying. “Got it. Sorry about that.” You take your mark and do it again.

The next day, you had to shoot some other scenes and didn’t see Levi all day. Although the day’s shoot went without a hitch, you couldn’t help but think about that perfect body of his and how you would soon be touching and kissing it.

You arrived at your trailer earlier than usual the next day. There were a few cast and crew members ambling about, but it was otherwise quiet. You knock on the door of Levi’s trailer.

“Come in,” he answers. When you enter, Levi is casually sitting, drinking his tea and reading through today’s scenes. “I thought we could discuss how we wanted to block today’s physical scenes. It’s no nudity, but since it’s their first time,I think there are some particular movements they want us to include.”

It’s strange, talking to Levi about, “me grabbing your breast,” or, “when I enter you for the first time,” as if these are the most normal conversations to have in the world. But even hearing him say these words in his deadpan way of speaking is making the blood rush to your cheeks. After a lengthy discussion, you scribble some notes in your script for later, then make your way to your trailer to get into costume.

The scene is set in a hunting cabin far from the main estate. As your character has just left a dinner party, you’re wearing a beautiful wine colored gown that everyone remarks on. Everyone except Levi. He sits in his chair and seems to be in some kind of ultra-focused state. You’d never noticed before, but maybe that’s how he gets into character.

Or maybe he’s nervous too.

Your heart is pounding when the director says action. “Please don’t go,” you say, as you grab Levi’s arm.

You’d blocked out the scene with Levi this morning, but you suddenly have an urge to deviate slightly from the plan, not because you want to, but because you now feel like that’s what your character would do at this moment.

You hold his hand and begin to kiss his palm and wrist, then you place it on your cheek. It’s so innocent, but full of yearning. Levi’s body goes tense, but then he unexpectedly moves his thumb to your lips and you open your mouth. You begin to suck on his thumb, then his pointer finger, looking at him seductively when he finally pulls it out. He lets out a sigh and then he’s kissing you passionately; you pull down his suspenders while he lifts up the gossamer layers of your dress. Your mouths crash together as he undoes his pants. He tastes like spearmint, and you wonder if he did that on purpose. He moves away from the kiss and pulls off your underwear, and then he’s on top of you and between your legs.

Although his bare ass is showing, the camera angle doesn’t necessitate him completely against your crotch. But he pushes slowly as if he is entering you for the first time and after a few thrusts, he starts getting faster.

Your character is going through a lot of emotions at this point: desire, guilt, pleasure. You look away and your cheeks begin to flush as Levi continues to move, a certain kind of desperation in every thrust. You both begin to breathe heavily, your hands in his hair and his head in the crook of your neck. One final thrust, and there’s only silence, until..

“Cut!” the director cries out. “Good work, you two. Now, let’s do that again, with some closeup shots.

“You okay?” Levi asks as he gets off of you and grabs a rag to wipe off his sweat.

You straighten your dress and a makeup assistant comes over to touch-up your makeup. “Yeah..I’m fine.”

“They way you approached me, with the kisses on the palm and taking my fingers - that was a nice change.” He looks at you as he returns to his mark. “You have good instincts.”

“Thanks.” You laugh to yourself, because the compliment makes you blush more than when he was rutting against you.

The cinematographer changes cameras and gets closer. “Alright, let’s do that again..”

——

The next day, you meet with the intimacy coordinator to choreograph the next sex scene scheduled for the end of the week. In the midst of taking notes and discussing with Levi the motivations for each movement, you become quiet, your thoughts drifting elsewhere. Because for the last few days, you’ve had trouble differentiating your feelings for Levi and your character’s feelings for his character. The line seems to be blurring between them, and that concerns you.

In between scenes, you truly enjoy spending time with Levi. He’s smart and funny. He nerds out about tea and kung fu movies, and you’ve spent many an evening just listening to him go into more detail about the two than you ever thought possible. He gives you ideas when you struggle with character notes, and even helps you to memorize lines. At night, in the privacy of your hotel room, you’ve fantasized about what it might feel like to be desired by him, to hear him say your name as he touches your body.

Then you hear your name being called by the coordinator and you snap out of it. “Is that ok with you? Being completely nude for the scene?” she asks.

“No..no..I’d like for both of us to be covered,” you answer. It’s better this way, you think to yourself. It keeps it professional.

Levi shrugs. “Fine by me.”

You both walk back to the hotel at the end of the day, but Levi stops you before you enter the building.

“Hey, you ok today? You seem distracted.”

“I’m fine. I guess I’m just nervous about tomorrow.”

“I get it. But we’ve put a lot of work into this. And I’d like to think we trust each other at this point.” He puts his hand on your shoulder. “You’ve got this.”

Just like that, you feel more at ease. He just has such a way with you. “You’re right, we’ve done well so far. And I do trust you, Levi.”

——

When you arrive at your trailer the next morning, there’s a to-go cup on your table.

To calm your body and mind. —Levi

Your makeup artist smiles as you read the note. “Levi just brought that by. You sure have a great leading man.”

You smile. “Yeah, I sure do.”

The scene takes place in the forest in the afternoon. Your character has snuck away from her home to meet him, far away from spying eyes. The Director has decided to film the scene in sections instead of one long scene, at least for now.

The marker board is clicked and you and Levi walk hand-in-hand among the trees. He pulls you into a small clearing, then grabs the back of your neck as he starts kissing you fully. You pull away and look him in the eyes.

“I want you to fuck me.”

Your character is a lady of high society; it’s scandalous for someone of her stature to say such a thing, but here she is, with this man that is ‘below’ her, and she wants nothing else than for him to ravage her.

You can totally relate to your character, in that regard.

He moves closer to you and begins to fondle your breasts, then he grabs the front of your white cotton blouse and tears it off of you, revealing your bare chest.

He lays his chore jacket on the ground. “Undo my trousers,” he commands, and you do so. You then lie down on the jacket beneath you while he pulls down his trousers and takes off his henley shirt. When he takes off his trousers, you look away.

“No - don’t look away. Look at me,” he says with authority. He crouches over you and easily pulls off your skirt.

“Cut! Let’s get them ready for closeup shots.” The Director and his team set up for the next shots as you and Levi sit awkwardly on the ground. You can’t move too much because you don't want to spoil the continuity of the scene, so you freeze as your hair and makeup team tousle your hair and touch up your makeup.

Both of you have your groins covered but other than that, you are completely naked, except you’re still wearing your stockings and boots. The Director tells Levi to get on top of you and he does so.

“Ready to do this?” He whispers.

“Yes, I’m ready,” you answer.

“Scene 24, Take 1..”

*Clap*

Levi is immediately kissing your lips, then moving down to your neck and collarbone. He looks back up at you and begins to thrust, each one hard and deliberate. You begin to move your hips to meet his thrusts and he breathes heavily into the skin of your neck. Even without actually having sex, the friction enough is turning you on; that, and Levi’s kisses on your body.

Then you feel it. A hardening bulge rubbing up against your clit. You look into his eyes and see a brief flash of recognition, but neither of you break character.

He pulls you up and your legs are wrapped around him. He continues to thrust into you but it’s slower now, your bodies working together as you grind. His hard cock is rubbing your clit just right, and you feel like you could come from just this feeling alone. You’ve forgotten about the hoards of people watching both of you right now and you’re completely in the moment, letting him pull you even closer to him.

“Levi..” you whisper in his ear. It slips from your mouth before you know it; there aren’t any lines scripted for this scene, and you’re hoping it wasn’t loud enough for the boom mic to pick up. It earns a look from Levi and then he smirks - you’re not sure if that was in character either.

Your hands grasp at his hair and he starts slowing down. You look up at the sky thinking about the pleasure you - and your character - just felt. Then your lips graze against each other as your breathing becomes more calm.

“And cut! Great work you two I loved how that flowed. Let’s take a 15 minute break. I’ll look through the footage and decide if we need to re-shoot anything.”

Just like that, the moment is gone. The Director and others begin to move equipment and Levi’s assistant brings him a robe. He has it on and around him before you can barely get off of him.

“Good work,” he says curtly as he walks off. Your assistant takes a little longer to get to you, so you’re sitting there, naked, trying to figure out just exactly what happened between the two of you.

Levi keeps his distance during the break and as he listens to the director’s notes. You have to re-shoot a few closeup shots, and although the energy is still there, something is different. You can feel it.

——

Levi doesn’t come out with you and the crew for dinner that night, and he doesn’t reply to your text messages. You’re worried - did you do something to offend him? Was it because you moaned his name during the scene?

That has to be it. It probably made him feel awkward. Maybe he thinks you’re unprofessional. It makes your palms cold and clammy just thinking about disappointing him, you can’t bear it.

But you can’t deny that he was turned on during the scene. You felt him against you. You couldn’t have imagined that.

You walk back to your hotel room lethargically. You think about texting him again, this time apologizing for your behavior, but before you can, there’s a knock on your door.

“Levi?”

“Hey.” He shifts one leg to the other, and he rubs the back of his neck. “Can we talk?”

“Of course,” you open the door wider for him to enter, “come in.”

He enters, his body language clearly restless and troubled. “What’s up?” you question.

“About today’s shoot….I’ve been doing this a long time, and I’m always professional. I respect you as an actress.”

He paces the room and has a difficult time looking at you. You assume he’s going to reprimand you for your behavior today, so you prepare yourself. “I know you do, Levi. And I respect you.”

He finally stops in front of you. “But me getting turned on today…I don’t want you to think less of me. It’s just that you’re-“ he runs his hand through his dark hair.

Butterflies begin to form in your stomach. You’ve never seen Levi this flummoxed before. He takes a deep breath and it seems to give him focus as he moves closer to you.

“You’ve done something to me. When I had you in my arms today, I couldn’t help myself. Then when you said my name like that…”

He looks into your eyes. “I’ve kissed you countless times during this filming. But right now, I want to kiss you as myself.”

Your heart does backflips and your throat is suddenly dry. “So kiss me,” you invite, moving even closer to him.

It takes him a moment, almost as if he is checking if it’s truly ok. Then with a deep breath, he grabs the back of your neck and crashes his lips into yours. Even though you’ve kissed him many times, this time it’s different. There’s an electricity to it, an honesty, as if he’s laying bare his entire self to you.

His hand moves from your hip bone to under your shirt, his soft touch sending shivers down your spine. It doesn’t take long for his other hand to make it under your shirt as well, and soon he’s pulling it over your head and off of you.

You also start letting your hands roam, first down his back and then under his t-shirt. You grab the hem and pull it off of him, but before you can do more he’s working on unclasping your bra.

“I want you so badly.” His voice is low and raspy as he lays you on the bed.

You’ve started peeling off your leggings but he takes them and pulls them off roughly, desperately. “There are condoms in the drawer of the bedside table.” He gives you a look. “You know..just in case.” He smiles, then reaches over to the drawer. As he does so, you pull off your underwear and start touching yourself. You rub your clit in circles, watching him as he stands over you.

There’s a giant bulge in his grey sweatpants and you can see the lust in his eyes. “God, you’re beautiful.” He throws the condom packet down and dives in between your legs, kissing the inside of your thighs.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to have you like this? To take this beautiful pussy as mine?” He starts licking at your folds and you swear you’ve entered heaven. He starts flicking his tongue over your clit, alternating between fast and slow. Your back arches and your hands reach down to grip his hair.

“Yes, yes, right there….fuck…” You can’t believe this is happening. Levi is here, he wants you, and he’s eating your pussy in a way that no man ever has.

Just when you feel you could climax, he stops. He reaches down next to the bed and picks up the condom package, sticking it in his mouth as he takes off his sweatpants and underwear.

You’d seen him naked on set, but his cock had been flaccid at the time; now that he’s hard, it’s even more impressive. As he puts on the condom, you lick your lips, preparing yourself to truly - finally - have him inside you.

He can see the desire in your eyes. “Look at you - so eager for my cock are you?”

“Yes, Levi, I want it so badly. I’ve always wanted you.” You open your legs a little wider, inviting him to go between them.

He moves in and looks down on you as he touches his cock. “Fuck, you’re so pretty like this. I don’t know how I’ve kept myself in check for this long.”

You smile. “So you’ve been thinking about me?”

“Of course I have. How could I not?” He positions himself above you and rubs his cock on your entrance, covering it with your juices. “When I’m not on set with you, you’re all I think about.”

Before this night, Levi had always had a quiet, awkward confidence to him, as if there were a multitude of thoughts happening just below the surface; but now, he was assertive and cocky, telling you his thoughts and desires without any restraint. You loved seeing this new side of him.

He enters you slowly and you both take a deep breath, then he begins to move faster as he sees a smile form across your face.

“You feel so good…fuck…”

Your words encourage him to pick up the pace, the sounds of his hips slamming into you reverberate throughout the room. “Shit, you’re so wet, I can’t get enough of you.” He moves down to kiss you passionately, then he starts to kiss and suck on your neck.

“Be careful..I have to shoot a scene tomorrow,” you warn, halfheartedly.

“Makeup can cover it up,” he growls in your ear and then continues.

He feels so good, you can’t resist anything this man does to you, so you give into him completely as his cock rams into you and his mouth claims you.

The evening is a flurry of moans and grunts, him having his way with you on the bed, against the wall, in the shower - it was as if you were both discovering pleasure for the first time. Real pleasure - not performative.

As the sun begins to rise, you both lay exhausted and satisfied in the bed, the sheets in a tangled mess around you.

“This won’t change how we work together, will it?” you ask with a worried look on your face.

“Why would it? If anything, it’ll make our chemistry on screen more believable.” He kisses the top of your head. “And this will make the preparation for the other sex scenes much more interesting,” he says with a boyish grin.

You can’t argue with that. “I suppose life sometimes does imitate art.”

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