#miche zacharias x oc

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𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛 • 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

synopsis: after spending all of his time and nearly a week in Houston with (y/n), EJ must return home and to reality. But he isn’t pleased to find that his manager has been making moves behind his back. Ones that may sever their longtime bond and jeopardize her relationship after a heated altercation results in legal troubles for the rapper .It's also there that he reveals a secret to his best friend and what it may mean for his future as an artist. Could EJ the Don really be done with music as the media claimed? Meanwhile, (y/n)’s starpower continues ascending as she receives offers from tons of companies to do business. With the concerns of her friends lurking over her head; worrying that she may have been distracted by her recent fling, she proves to be more determined than ever to make things happen, especially when a part of her past is unearthed, serving as a reminder why she started in the first place and with news of EJ’s recent run in with the law, it’s one more reason to stay the course and keep distance. But will it really be that easy? The head executives of AMG are finally introduced, and with plans to host one of the world’s largest musical festivals for the first time in history, they meet to discuss the state of their current roster and how they plan to proceed.

content warning: mentions of violence, fighting/arguing, drug mentions, angst, mental health, mentions of death and grief, toxicity, implied sex, legal stuff and mentions of jail

word count: 8.8K

📝: just wanna tell you all thank you so very much being patient with these very sporadic and inconsistent uploads. I promise it is not due to lack of inspiration, these chapters just take a hell of a long time to write! If I could have them out in a week, I would. But I hope that everyone is enjoying this story so far and I can’t for y’all to see what’s next! 🫶🏾

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“Listen, Mr. Jaeger..I assure you. There’s nothing to worry about, alright? In all fairness, and in the eyes of the law, they were trespassing onto your property. Which gave you grounds to defend yourself. We’ll beat this case, trust me. And if they press their luck, we’ll crush them..you’ll own their entire company by the time I’m finished.”

“Shit, I hope so. My manager’s gonna be on my ass when she finds out. I don’t even wanna know what story those grimy ass journalists cooked up and put out..but that’s why I pay you. Do your thing and make this headache go away, please. I have full faith in you.”

It was a rather interesting Monday morning for the jaded Eren, who had been mid-conversation with his lawyer. A defense attorney to the stars who had beaten some of the most harrowing allegations and cases. Yelena Pithikos, a woman as intimidating as she was intelligent..and boy, did she live up to her reputation! A perfect track record with not one single lost case. She really was the greatest of all time in the legal world. With her on his side, there was no way he’d lose. The two would converse for a little longer; the rapper facing a half smoked blunt and blowing smoke before ending the call. To say he was stressed would be the biggest understatement of the century. Having been a free man for a little over twenty four hours, he had not only been hit with a barrage of text messages from concerned friends but knew that a media shitstorm was headed his way. All of it seemed so exhausting! Floch, who came and posted bail on his behalf, was worried that he’d be irate but if anything, he was just worried. Worried that he had caused yet another issue for Mika and how she’d have to spend the next week trying to clean up his mess. Little did he know though, that this wasn’t a result of his own actions..

“Come in.”

Uttering tirelessly over his shoulder as he mashed away at the keys on his mixing board. Suddenly, the door would creak open..followed by the faint footsteps of clacking heels hitting the tile. “No snarky comments today?” That old statement about speaking of the devil and they shall appear had never rang so true before. Just then, a visibly tired Mikasa came walking in; hands folded over her chest and cell phone in hand. Truthfully, he didn’t even want to look at her. Not out of embarrassment but fear that he had angered her or upset her. He sometimes worried the people around him with his careless actions. He did things without taking into account how they may affect everyone else. However, this wasn’t a matter that he should or could apologize for. Not when his home, his safe haven was invaded.

“..look, I know what you’re gonna say. And I’m sorry, but I really don’t feel like listening to any lectures right now. Already got an earful of the damn cops and a bunch of crazy bastards in a holding cell getting on my last good nerve. Also, I forgot how much of a pain in the ass handcuffs are..I’m just not in the mood right now.”

blurting out before proceeding to focus on his current task..avoiding eye contact with her if at all possible. But surprisingly, she wasn’t as talkative or angry as she normally would have been. Which he didn’t even notice at first. But as the conversation progressed, he’d soon come to realize that he wasn’t so much at fault as he initially figured and in truth, the one to blame was standing in front of him. Even so, she’d glare down at him as a disappointed mother would her unruly child. For a split second, he even thought about how his own mom had called him not too long ago to check on..and scolded him about the incident and he was drained! The last thing he needed was another chewing out.

“Why did you skip out on our meeting last week?”

the question caught him off guard and confused EJ even more. What exactly did that have to do with this situation in particular? Was she not ready to rip his head off for creating yet another mess for her to mull over with the execs and the media? What was going on?! Leaning back in his chair, he’d blink profusely to really make sure he heard correctly but she’d give him that glare she’d done many times before and await his answer. “Don’t stare at me like I’m speaking another language. What was so goddamn important that you couldn’t even give me a phone call to let me know you weren’t showing up? That meeting was booked out months ago and you made me look like a complete dumbass in front of the board members. Your album deadline keeps getting pushed back and I keep having to make excuses. You don’t find that a little fucked up?”

he understood exactly where she was coming from..Mikasa worked tirelessly to ensure that all of her talents received equal attention and that they were being given opportunities to showcase their talents. As well as being backed by the top brass at AMG. It was her job as the median between the two to ensure that things went smoothly. It wasn’t easy to get a room full of stiffs in suits to fund projects sometimes but Eren’s reputation and record sales had always spoken for themselves. But with a four year time lapse between his last album and now, it was becoming difficult to do so. She was just irritated that once again, his selfishness had put her in a bad spot. It was hard enough that she had to work to prove she wasn’t just some byproduct of nepotism and family favors. But she had earned her spot as the executive PR and internal affairs manager. One she held proudly. But he’d try to explain as best he could without detonating the ticking time bomb.

“Look, Mika. I’m sorry, alright? I was busy, kinda needed to duck off and clear my head for a lil’ bit, that’s all. I didn’t realize that the damn meeting was so soon. I wasn’t trying to stand you up, I promise. I had other things to tend to, that’s all. Just schedule another one and I’ll be there, promise. Hell, tell Floch and I’m sure he’ll remind me.” Once again, there was that nonchalant attitude. It ground her gears to a halt, really. It was as if he had no real concept of reality..

“I wish I had an excuse but I don’t. Truth is, leaving town was some shit I decided last minute. I can’t even tell you why I went. I was out drinking and the next, I was in Houston. Doing shit I hadn’t in a long time...enjoying myself. That I won’t apologize for. I didn’t expect to come home to a bunch of paps at my door, interrogating me about some fuck ass article I knew nothing about. Saying I was retiring and a lot of other bullshit. Respectfully, the last thing I wanna deal with is your uncle and the rest of the firing squad questioning me about an album rollout. I need some time to think.” It seemed that he was truly agitated by all of this. As if he were confused as to how he could have a perfect weekend, pillow talking and fucking on (y/n) to now being in the midst of a media frenzy. It just seemed so sudden and now, he was trying to figure out how to deal with it. But Mika’s next comment would not only catch him off guard but eventually, send him into a tailspin.

“Damn, I knew something like this would happen.”

“What do you mean?”

Before she could recant though, Mikasa’s expression gave it away and she knew that he had definitely peeped that statement. Just what exactly did she know about this situation that he was clueless on? One thing was for certain though, he was going to find out. Glaring up at her with a rather peeved look, Eren began to press the issue..wondering if he’d get a straight answer or some calculated shit she’d orchestrated. What was this all about?

“Mikasa..I asked you a question. What do you mean ‘you knew?’ Answer me.”

normally, the banter between them was nothing more than playful, joking discourse but there wasn’t the slightest hint of happiness in his tone at the moment. But rather, complete and utter irritation and quite frankly, a hint of anger as well. He wasn’t much for the games and she figured it best not to test him either. So, against her better judgment and her own interests, she decided to come clean. Releasing a heavy sigh, Mikasa began to confess and tell him how the entire situation came about. From the fact that she was fed up with him ducking and evading meetings from the phone call with Annie and even putting the bug in her ear about writing the article. She told him that she knew he was with (Y/N) for the weekend and that she was furious about being stood up yet again..and that his inconsistency was affecting her own standing within the company. Admitting that she knew him well enough to know that he would’ve never moved for some one off blog post about him hooking up with an Instagram model but the second they mentioned news of him retiring or perhaps becoming stagnant, he’d definitely respond by clapping back from the booth. It seemed like such a sure fire way to give him that extra push to put out a new track or maybe even a full project..what she didn’t count on was him being swarmed and the whole plan backfiring.

“Look, Eren..I’m sorry, alright? I didn’t know they’d take it this far. It was a last minute, brash decision I made out of anger and I put you in a bad situation. I apologize.”

But he wasn’t hearing a word. Honestly, he had blanked from the moment she admitted that she had all but set the catalyst for this entire ordeal. Now, he had to attend court, pay legal fees and deal with a dumb ass judge..all because she wanted him to produce another record to improve her status quo?! It was infuriating but the worst part was that she was willing to exploit her own best friend and things that he had and were still struggling with for clout. He had known Mikasa for the majority of his life and she was one of, if not the most logical and intelligent person he knew. Out of all his friends, she was the one that always made the smart decisions, even in the most high stress of situations. Always thinking things through and ensured that her emotions never got in the way of her thought process. However.. “..how fucking stupid can you be?” That wasn’t the case and Eren was more than happy to let her hear about it!

For a moment, she stood still..gasping as she had never heard him speak to her in that manor. Granted, she was full and well aware of how irate he could truly become but not once in the entirety of their friendship did she think she’d become the subject of his anger. But this was coming from a place of pure hysteria. Hurt and betrayal that she would do something like this..standing to his feet, EJ tried his hardest to practice restraint to avoid saying anything extremely hurtful but he wasn’t much in the way of exercising such resolve at the moment. Especially when not only had she gotten him in this mess and offered no real solution to help repair his reputation but also, he hadn’t heard from the one person who was keeping him happy and this may have very well been the reason. So he didn’t feel compelled to hold back in expressing his feelings.

“Look, I said I’m sorry, alright? We’ll get this sorted out. Just calm down–”

“Calm down? Are you serious? Mika, I just spent the past twenty four hours in a fucking holding cell. One more fuckup and they’re gonna send me away for a long time. I had to fight a bunch of psychos off of my car and property over a story I knew nothing about. Not to mention everything in it was a lie. I take a few days off for myself, for once and you jump the gun all because you and the rest of those slave driving maniacs at AMG want me to make another album? To hell with calming down and honestly, to hell with you too for even pulling something like this! I’m your friend and you sold me out like I was nothing..”

The frustration was visible all over his face..the emotions coming through clear as day and radiating all throughout his body. Even causing tears to well in his eyes. He was furious, enraged and if it were anyone else..moreso a man, he would’ve slid them across the floor by now. But this stung more than anything. He knew how hard she worked and the lengths she went to ensure her clients’ success; not only for them but to prove that she was capable of one day becoming the heiress and figurehead of Ackerman Management Group but never in a million years did he think she’d become so obsessed with proving herself that she’d lose sight of what really mattered. Now, the damage had been done and he didn’t know if he could forgive such an act. Even so, she wanted to at least try to defend her actions!..

“Only because you never listen to me. Hell, you won’t listen to anyone!..you never think about how the things you do affects anyone else. It took three months..three months to get that goddamn meeting and you couldn’t give me so much as a phone call to let me know you wouldn’t be there. Out of every client I have, you’re the most difficult. I get it, you’ve been working since you were sixteen. Harder than anyone I know but hell, this has been my life for as long as I could remember. I’ve got a whole line of old bastards who’d do anything to remove me from the equation because once my uncle steps down, they don’t want to execute decisions made by the same little girl that used to play in the lobby. None of them truly believe I deserve that spot, no matter how hard I work. How many success stories I create…I’ll never be good enough in their eyes. The least you could do is not make it hard on me to do my job..Jesus! You’re getting a little too old for the rebellious bad boy act. In and out of jail, long before this..doing whatever the hell you wanted! You have obligations and you won’t even stand on your word but you want to preach about friendship and loyalty? Spare me, Eren. Please..this is business, remember that.”

The entire time that she was speaking, he felt himself becoming even more sated with rage. His blood boiling at her deflection. But his face had completely gone blank from a few minutes ago. Not even making eye contact as he rolled yet another blunt. As if she weren't even there but little did she know, he had a hell of a response for her little tangent and he promised she wouldn’t like it. That nonchalant, brutal honesty was one of his most horrible character traits and she was about to be on the receiving end. Uncrossing his feet, letting the sole of his Nike Dunks hit the floor, Eren began to smirk and eventually..laugh. That’s when he was at his most dangerous and the words about to leave his mouth were far more painful than any punch could ever be.

“You know Mika, you make it sound as if it’s my fault you’re not up for the task. Don’t try to take the piss out on me because Uncle Levi and his lackies are second guessing if you should take his crown. But aye, I’m not surprised. I mean, shit..it’s not the first time they’ve had to intervene because you lost control.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?..”

By now, the two of them were only inches apart. Her face screwed up and was riddled with hostility. Eren on the other hand was sporting the snarkiest, smuggest smirk he could muster. Blowing that cloud of smoke, he’d run a finger underneath her chin and look directly in her eyes:

“Exactly as I said, sweetheart. That little bullshit essay from your friend? I wonder just how much of it is true and how much of it is you projecting..let’s not pretend that you’ve always been..this. Little Miss Perfect. If anyone on this earth can’t tell me shit about obligations and integrity, it’s you Mika. You were on those stages and in the same dressing rooms I was. Getting high out of your fucking mind just to get through one set. Snorting coke off of a bathroom counter because you hated it so much. Sleeping with a bunch of assholes you couldn’t even stand looking at but hey, they made you feel better, told you you were pretty after mommy put you on another diet because the blogs were making fun of you. How many times did me, Armin and everybody else have to come pick you up off of the floor because you’d get so damned drunk after your shows, you couldn’t even remember where you were the next morning. And please, let’s not forget how many times you cried in my arms because you didn’t have the heart to tell your family to fuck off and stop forcing you to make music. It took that stupid ass fiancé of yours outshining you at your own show for you to finally realize that you hated being an artist. And you think you can actually lead that company? Don’t make me laugh. You’d probably snort your body weight if you had to handle that type of pressure. Hell, I’ve done some fucked up shit since I started making music. Taking drugs I had no business touching, just to stay awake and getting in trouble when I probably should’ve walked away but I never once tried to run from my mistakes either and I damn sure never stopped loving my craft..especially not enough to half ass a performance. No matter how bad I felt..how sick I was, even when I didn’t think anyone would even give me a chance or listen, I always showed up. Everything I do is for my fans. Losing sleep over a song because I wanted it to be perfect. You couldn’t even make it to a single album before cracking under pressure. This isn’t some money grab for me, music is my entire life and the only thing I’ve ever loved. And I’ll be damned if you or anyone else backs me into a corner over it. Tell that bitch Leonhart to put that on her website..and if you don’t like it, you and AMG can kiss my ass.”

Every single word he spoke sliced through Mikasa like a hot, searing knife through butter. Her face had become beet red and flush with tears. Huffing and breathing heavily as if she were going to explode at any second. She wanted to scream at him but couldn’t even find the words. Instead, she’d raise her open palm and smack him across the cheek with the hardest slap she could muster..so much so, it left a crimson colored mark on his face.

“Fuck you, Eren. Fuck you!..you’ve gone too far. I came here to apologize for what I did but the only mistake I’ve made is befriending an asshole like you. Burn in hell for all I care and find a new manager while you’re at it because I quit. Do whatever you want.”

furiously tugging her purse strap back up on her shoulder, Mikasa turned on her heel and proceeded to storm out. Not looking over her shoulder once because she wouldn’t be able to control herself if she did. As for EJ, he didn’t bother to stop her or even remotely show remorse for that long winded read. Rather, he’d listen as she slammed the door behind her and left. He was still pissed off but that may have been a little harsh.

“Damn..maybe I should think before I speak.” But it was too late now. There was no turning back or apologizing. For either of them..all that remained now was for him to put his focus where it always was: into his craft. Drown out all the noise and distractions and get back to what he truly loved. Because truth be told, she wasn’t the only one losing her grip on reality and goals. As he sat back in the chair, hands folded underneath his chin, all EJ could think to himself was one single thing:

“I think it might be time to call it quits. Maybe music isn’t for me anymore..”

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meanwhile, as Eren felt that his time in the spotlight was beginning to dwindle, (y/n) on the other hand felt that your star was only about to ascend. Having just concluded the very last show in your cross country tour, you were already plotting on your next lucrative business opportunity.

“That sounds perfect. I’ll be back in Miami tomorrow so we can meet up and hash out the details. Thank you again, Mr. Smith. I appreciate your time.”

you’d find yourself on the opposite end with one of AMG’s elite directors and the man who had approached you back at Rolling Loud about starring in Connie’s video. You found it a bit strange that Mikasa wasn’t the intermediary for this particular deal but you just chocked it up to her being busy but you knew if Erwin Smith; the nine time Grammy Winner and music legend was contacting you personally then it must’ve been a huge deal. Either way, you were excited to see what was in store. Once you ended the call, you’d turn your attention back to the rest of the group, who were preparing to board their respective flights as you all paraded through the airport. Dressed in cute yet casual outfits, hair put up and bags stacked on one another. The final leg of the Pole Assassins Cross Country Tour had come to its end last night; concluded by a performance with a real rap legend performing. You all were excited to be going home…getting to see your families and most importantly, getting some much needed rest. But for the fearless leader, things never stopped. You were on your grind twenty four hours a day. Even counting up checks while you slept from brand deals and your namesake. It wasn’t all too bad. But for the ones that knew you best, they also knew that once you touched down back in Miami, you’d more than likely be closed off to everyone. That the reason you were working so hard was to keep yourself distracted from your impending grief. Even the passage of time never made it easier to get over the tragedy you suffered at seventeen years old and as a child in general. Affecting your life now even as a grown woman..living the way only few could dream of. Because of that, not one person in this world had access to (y/n) this time of year and it was very obvious by the very nonchalant reaction to the news of your sneaky link getting arrested, that the sullen mood had already set in. You didn’t even so much as gasp or even shrug it off as you had done countless other men that fucked up while in your life. And that’s what worried your girls.

“Aye, you sure she’s gonna be good while we’re on vacation? She already seems spaced out.” a concerned Kelley questioned whilst scrolling through her phone. Luckily though, Niesha wouldn’t be too far away, as you guys grew up only blocks away and not much had changed since becoming famous. You guys’ luxury apartments were within walking distance so if you needed anything, she could always pop in and check on you. “Yeah, she’ll be alright. She just needs her space right now. Listen, I’ll call y’all when we make it and keep you updated.” With that, the four girls would make their way over to (y/n), who had been standing near the gate for your flight, becoming visibly anxious. Suddenly, you’d feel a pair of comforting arms wrapping your shoulders. “Hey, pookah. You ready to go?” That warm and loving smile that could only come from your best friend and sister. “Yeah, I’m ready.” Returning the glance, you’d nod and turn to bid the rest of your crew farewell for now. Embracing in a giant group hug, the five of you exchanged laughs and even playful kisses to the cheek. Just then, your procession of being bid adieu was interrupted by a voice of the intercom, announcing departure of the Miami and Atlanta flights. “Y’all be good now. See y’all later, love you guys!” Kelley, Brianne and Syrai waved and you and Niesha would do the same as you clenched hands. Much like you had done as little girls when walking to the corner store. You were each other’s safety nets and truthfully, Niesha was all you had right now. So she’d do whatever to make you comfortable. To let you know that you weren’t alone at this time, no matter what it may have felt like. She loved you more than anything and you could feel the energy brimming from your bestie, even if there wasn’t a single word exchanged during the walk from baggage check to boarding the plane. As the two of you made it to your seats and got acclimated..you’d stay close to Niesha. Clinging to her like moths to a flame. Coiling an arm around hers and eventually, laying your head on her shoulder. Even in the dead of silence, the sentiment was loud and clear to Niesha:

“You know I always got you, pookah. You my girl and I love you…take all the time you need. You know your granny would be proud, just like I am, (Y/N). You've been working hard so now it’s time to go tell her all about it..forget EJ, forget working. This is time between you and her..”

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darkness had well set over the bustling city..a thunderstorm showering the bustling streets and ruining the evening plans of would be partygoers and club hoppers. But there was an even darker cloud looming over the head of Eren, who was currently holed up in his home studio, flug lazily across the couch with his electric guitar lying across his bare torso and an open bottle of brown liquor next to him. He had been drinking and doing whatever he could to rid himself of any feelings and emotions. Having all but become a recluse..which wasn’t out of character for the hard shelled rapper to begin with but where as label mates and friends could find him working up until the early morning hours on a new song, he hadn’t even touched his work equipment. And instead, was instead getting inebriated with every substance he could tolerate so that guilt, anger or sadness stood no chance of plaguing his mind. Right now, he had his guitar lying across his bare torso and an open bottle of brown liquor in his hand. He was trying to find his spark..that extra push to drum up something to shut both his manager and his hating ass critics up. But nothing was coming through. He had no desire to make a beat, write lyrics…he just wanted to lie there and rot. It was a feeling he hadn’t experienced in ages. That creative slump and depression that had plagued many of his peers..the point of no return. Where artists could no longer achieve that sense of gratification when putting out music. They’d resort to making a few radio safe tracks to appease the masses before disappearing from the scene altogether and fading into obscurity. The last thing he wanted was to become an afterthought..but he was tired of grasping at straws. But luckily, a much needed distraction would be arriving in the form of his best friend, Armin. Who for some odd reason, couldn’t rid himself of the nagging suspicion that something was amiss with his homeboy. That would’ve been putting it lightly…

“Mr. Jaeger? You have company..” one of his loyal housekeepers and truthfully, someone he considered family, had been staying in one of the designated bedrooms for staff and was still tending to some chores when she got a knock at the door. Once getting the approval from security and seeing who it was pulling into the driveway, she breathed a sigh of relief. Because she knew if anyone could pull her gloomy employer from this week long slump fest he seemed to be trapped in, it was Armin. Whether EJ would welcome the thought or not. Before he even had the opportunity to attest and decline, the door would burst open and in would come a rather perturbed Armin, who was glancing around the dimly lit room; halting dead in his tracks at the sad sight before him. Turning to the housekeeper, he’d warmly assure her that he could take things from here and thanked the woman. It seemed to be a lot worse than what she had portrayed. He was hardly leaving his room nowadays, less known eating or anything else. Normally, she would’ve been sent home and still given a full day’s pay because Eren would insist on cleaning the mess for her, so as not to overexert herself. But when the head of the house was in a less than jovial mood, the energy was blatantly obvious to everyone.

“Alright, get your ass up. Enough of this. It’s pathetic..” the brash words leaving Armin’s mouth as he slammed the door behind him, which elicited quite the reaction from the hotheaded artist. “Watch your fucking mouth and don’t slam my fucking door either, bitch.” But alas, Armin didn’t give the slightest care. Because an angry reaction was better than none at all. Laughing as he took a seat in Eren’s chair, just to rub a bit more salt in the already festering wound. “And here I was thinking you had really lost it. You only look and smell like you’ve reached rock bottom. The proverbial clawing under his skin had seemed to work in Armin’s favor because he was at least sitting upright now and wiping his eyes so they’d adjust to the light. Releasing a loud yawn, Eren shot his best friend the middle finger and proceeded to ask exactly why the hell he was in his house this late in the evening. Armin would shrug it off as he’d always done, kicking back with a bottle of water he had confiscated from his fridge on the way up. Even going as far to take his shoes off and get mighty comfortable. “Oh, Eren. You silly goose..you can’t escape me that easily. Besides…I’m here on official business.” the response piquing his very dulled interest. Raising a furrowed eyebrow, Eren hoisted the bottle to his lips for yet another swig of the Hennessy. “Official business? At ten PM? What the hell are you talking about?” of course, he wanted to stay here another minute without being tossed from the second story, he’d elaborate. Although, EJ had quite the nagging suspicion of what this was pertaining to. Since he and Mikasa’s giant quarrel last week, word had gotten around the entirety of AMG..including the higher ups. Who had been in talks of what to do. On one hand, Mikasa was the best PR manager to come out of the firm, not to mention the fact she was the boss’ niece and next in line. On the other hand, EJ the Don was their highest earning artist. Regardless of Grammys or accolades, his name was still holding weight after all this time. And with the two of them at odds, who knew what would become of the team? However, for Armin..it was much more than that. He could care less about AMG’s record sales or a damn article. What he cared about was seeing his best friends at odds and hurting. Unbeknownst to Eren, this fight hadn’t just affected him.

It seemed that his harsh words had hurt Mikasa far worse than anyone had anticipated. The remarks about her younger days on stage and turning to drugs to cope with the pressures of being in the limelight had driven her back to some of those nasty old habits. She was trying to keep a brave face but it reminded her of how imperfect she truly was. Regardless of that front..and him. Sitting here wasting away, all because some fucked up article said he was washed. Enough was enough!

“Look, dude. I’m not gonna bullshit with you, alright? I’m not exactly sure of what happened between you and Mika. It’s honestly none of my business but what I do know is that both of you stubborn assholes need to fix this. She won’t even tell Jean..she just says it’s the stress of work before closing up in her room for hours. The other day, she blanked on one of the coordinators because he got the wrong number of napkins for an event. Whatever you said to her, you need to apologize before that bitch kills all of us.” And he wasn’t bluffing, sadly. Mikasa had been known to be quite the pistol. They had seen her beat grown men who tried to make passes at her so they knew she could be the Tasmanian devil when she wanted to. But there was one person with a hotter head than she had..

“I’m not apologizing for a damn thing. Should’ve thought about that before running to the blogs and trying to lie about it. She wants to use cheap tactics and dumb shit then she can stand on that. Just don’t expect me to feel sorry for telling the truth.” Honestly, it was pointless to get through to either of them and he knew he’d only exhaust himself trying to argue. Maybe what they needed most was not to be lectured but for someone to listen and once he began to open up..it all made sense. Talking back another swig of that dark liquor, Eren began to confess what was truly bothering him.

“I worked myself like crazy..for years, all I wanted was to be the best. To make music that transcended the charts. Hell, I didn’t care if I ever touched a Grammy or even got my flowers. I just wanted to make shit that people could relate to. Everybody told me how stupid I was for leaving home..a cushy life just to chase this so called dream of mine. But I loved it. I loved sitting in front of my laptop..pen and paper just coming up with verse after verse. After a while, it felt like second nature. I could do that shit in my sleep, y’know?” As he continued to speak, Armin listened attentively. In all the years that they had known one another, pretty much for the entirety of their young lives, Eren had never once been this vulnerable or open with him. They joked around and sometimes went at each other’s throats but this was a completely different side that no one had seen. It could’ve been the liquor or just the lack of having someone to talk to but either way, he was pouring his heart out. And a few tears too, no matter how hard he tried to hide it. Masking it behind his smirking and laughter..

“Lately, I’ve just been feeling like I don’t have a place anymore. I kept telling myself ‘maybe if I help them with this project’ or ‘if I produce this track’, my inspiration for my own shit would find me again. But nothing…I didn’t feel the same way I did a couple years ago. Less known, ten. I spent all this time trying to build this empire and now I feel like I don’t have shit to show for it..these labels, they decide you’re no longer useful, and you’re out the fucking door. It’s frustrating, I ain’t gon’ lie.” interrupting his rant only to wipe away his tears and take another sip. “I can’t even keep a girl. Finally find one worth a damn and I go and fuck it up. I’m sure she saw I got arrested and ran for the hills. Can’t say I blame her though–” it was at that moment, Armin had heard more than enough. Listening to all he could take of this pity fest and self wallowing. Unbending his knees, he planted his feet to the ground, snatching that bottle out of his hand. “First of all, if you think for one second and I’m gonna sit here and let you cry like a lil’ bitch, you’re sadly mistaken. Dude, do you know how many people you’ve inspired with this music shit? Including me? Ony, Connie, even Jean, loves your work and he can’t stand your ass. I’ve never seen anything like it. Ten years..ten years you’ve been doing and dude, you’re only getting started. If you quit now, that’s the only way it’ll be in vain. You gotta keep going..not just for your fans or even to prove a bunch of losers on the internet wrong. You gotta do it for sixteen year old EJ who chose sleeping in a bus station over the country club because he wanted to put the industry on its head. You gotta do this because no one else can. So what if you don’t feel like it right now? You have so much left in you and I’ll be damned if I watch you quit.” It were those exact words that had seemed to have brought forth a spark in him..bringing life back into those dull jade eyes. Finally getting himself together, he’d sniffle and begin to laugh. Wholeheartedly for the first time in days..it felt good. But that wasn’t it for the encouragement Armin had in store for him. There was one more bit of uplifting news he had.

“And about (y/n)? She’s not mad at you, dude. Promise. Niesha told me everything and honestly…she just needs space right now.” Armin found himself swallowing a lump in his throat as he uttered the sentence. “It’s not personal. I’m sure she’d be happy to link…when the time is right. But she’d hate to see you like this.” Taking another breath, he’d ask another request of his best friend while he seemed to be in a much better mood. “Listen, I know it’s not your thing and trust me, I already know what you’re gonna say. But I’m hosting a yacht party next week. I invited everyone else too..including (y/n)..so I was hoping you’d come too.” never had Armin been so soft spoken. Truthfully, all he wanted was to see his homeboy happy and the only person who had managed to do that in recent history was the gorgeous influencer who had obviously more than well caught his eye. Maybe the thing you two needed most was each other. Even so, it wouldn’t be that simple and EJ just wasn’t going to agree that easily.

“I’ll think about it, dude..” but before Armin could leave with a less than savory answer, Eren would avert his eyes towards the door, where Armin was close to opening it. “Aye..thanks, bro. I appreciate you.” reciprocating a toothy smile in return. Seeing him in a better mood than when he arrived was all the thanks he needed.

“That’s what I’m here for.” Doing their signature handshake they’ve had since childhood but alas the sweet, heartwarming camaraderie wouldn’t last long..as Armin had a bad habit of being as annoying as possible! “By the way, I’m gonna go get a shower and when I get back, we can work on some of these beats. I have a couple ideas.” at first, what he said didn’t exactly register to Eren but then he realized–

“I’m gonna take one of your spare beds too! The room with the mirror on the ceiling. I might have a little something coming over.”

“Yeah, man. No problem–wait a minute. You’re at my house, you jackass! What do you mean you’re gonna go shower?! Don’t you have a whole ass mansion?”

“Yeah, but I like a change of scenery.”

Before he even had the chance to respond, Armin was already headed back downstairs. “Love you, Eren!”

leaving the befuddled rapper shaking his head and in shock of just how tactless he was. One thing he could do was thank him for getting his mind right. Now..it was time to do something with that new found motivation.

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the next day…

“All in favor of moving forward with the second decision, say I”

“I”

Meanwhile, the top brass at the renowned talent agency was in the midst of a very important meeting. One with a lot of dire topics being voted on and currently, this may have been the most pertinent of them all..

“That settles it, six to four. We’re getting Italian. Have the kitchen make enough carbonara to feed the National Guard. We’re gonna be here for a while.” earning a collective sigh from the roundtable. Seated on the top floor of the eighteen story building were some of the most powerful and brilliant minds in the entertainment industry..from multi-platinum recording artists to Grammy winning producers, any and everyone who had helped shape several as they were today were running AMG and making it the largest talent agency and label with over one hundred and fifty talents signed and billions in revenue every year. “Goddamnit, Levi. You know I’m trying to watch my figure right now and you’re not helping.” “I’m trying to watch it too and I think it looks just fine.” Seated at the head was chairman and former recording artist, Levi Ackerman. Second generation rockstar who hailed from a long line of talented musicians..best known for being the lead singer of notorious band, Paradis. Who had won over twenty Grammys and seven number ones during their tenure. The man across from him, Erwin Smith was his best friend and bandmate. The COO. Along with Miche Zacharius, who was also at the table. The lead drummer turned director of marketing. He was a genius when it came to advertising for these artists. He could take any budget and make it look as if it were worth millions. Perhaps, the most inquisitive mind there was the woman next to him and perhaps, his favorite person in the entire company. Vivian James-Ackerman. The Queen of Neo-Soul, five time Grammy winner and his beautiful wife of ten years..she was not only a generational talent with a sound inspiring many songs today; a creative director working on the set of many videos but a mentor to AMG’s biggest star, EJ the Don.

“You two are a mess..so, what are we gonna do about this little situation? We have PalmFest right around the corner and two of our biggest stars are currently out of commission. Think we can convince them to perform?”

“Not to worry, lovebug. I’m sure they’ll come around. Right, Levi?”

Next to Erwin was his beautiful wife of twenty years, Deanna Smith. She was a renowned R&B singer with a powerhouse voice for many years before trading in her sultry lyrics and silky vocals for the title of vice director of marketing. Her and Erwin had collabed on many tracks. Including one that was the talk of the tabloids, saying that it was far too ‘provocative’ for their time. But innovative, as it was the first time rock and R&B had meshed together and topped the charts.

“They damn well better or they’ll all find themselves out of a job. This is the first time in AMG history we’ll be hosting something of this caliber. Three days of music, entertainment..hell, if we pull this off, we might surpass Rolling Loud or Coachella in a couple years. Not to mention the cash it’ll bring in. Whatever those brats have going on, they better sort it out and quick.” When the president spoke, his word was absolute and everyone had done their part to make his vision come to life. Glancing around the table, they all nodded in agreement but among the tribe, there was always one person going against the grain. “Speaking of…” pressing his glass back to the table, Miche chimed in and added to the conversation; addressing the elephant in the room.. “..you know that niece of yours is one hell of a manager, Levi. She’s recruited some real heavy hitters in the past couple years. It’s hard to believe that someone so young has done the work she has..” as he continued talking, no one could attest to that. Mikasa was the top of her peer class in many areas. She was super talented. However, Director Zacharius had his reservations. “Even so, I’m a little concerned about her after news of her little outburst the other day. I mean, with something as huge as this on the line..how can we be certain she’s equipped to handle it? Are you sure we can leave her in charge of such a huge event?” His inquiry caused eyebrows to rise on each side. But as always, Levi remained steadfast, stoic and calm..twirling a pen between his fingers, he’d merely smirk and lean up before speaking.

“I’ll admit, she is quite the firecracker when she wants to be. Even as a little girl, she was a force and I’ll admit…the kid’s had her moments. Ones that have me doubtful of how well she could handle all of this pressure. The last thing I’d ever want is to see her or AMG collapse under the weight. Running a business is hard work..overseeing so many different people and ensuring that things run smoothly. CEO, chief operator, directors or managers. Nobody comes by these titles easily. All of it is a group effort and requires a lot of skill.”

as he continued with his speech, he’d clasp his hands together and take a stern look around the table..making one thing abundantly clear:

“With that being said, there’s no one more qualified to not only oversee this festival but one day, this company as well. Contrary to popular belief, I didn’t take it easy on her, never have and I damn sure won’t now. I also won’t coddle her. This is the test to prove she’s worth her salt and that she’s capable of being a true leader. She screws up then she’s out the door but I believe as always, she’ll pull through for us and make the best of her talents. I trust that you all will place the same amount of faith I have in her and assist as much as possible.” and that was enough for everyone else! Of course, the co-sign would come from the one person who housed enthusiasm in their veins as if they needed it to breathe. “Well I think Mikasa is more than capable and I’m sure she’s gonna do amazing things. Let’s just help her with whatever we need to make this a success.”

Zoe Hange, nightclub owner and interim data analyst; in charge of ensuring that the budgets were in order. As they all reached that consensus, they felt confident in proceeding with the fun part and that was planning the festival. Getting all the acts, deciding the staff and of course, who would be performing! But as they all flipped through their files and scrolled their iPads with presentations on the screen, Vivian would lean over and ask her husband about one more burning question on her mind..

“You know, Eren would make a great addition to this lineup. I think we should make one more effort to get him on board.”

“If you want to go grovel to that brat, be my guest. As far as I’m concerned, he has one more strike before I drop his ass for good. Money and sales aside.” Levi uttered without so much as even lifting his head. But Vivian wasn’t as ready to give up on her protege. And instead, proposed something else..

“I’ll go pay him a visit. It’s been a while since I’ve seen my little mentee anyways. I miss him.” And all Levi could do was laugh because she knew that Vivian looked at EJ as more than just a former backup singer or pianist, she thought of him like her own son and treated him as such so if he were in any type of distress, she’d do whatever to solve it. He also knew there was no arguing with her when she got her mind set on something! Snickering, the president would just scribble down his signature on a few documents as the rest of the table conversed among themselves.

“Well, I trust your judgment, sweetheart. Whatever you think is best. But remember, we only have a month so we don’t have any time to waste on him or anyone else.” With that, she knew she had all the time she needed to make this work. Tomorrow, she’d be heading to his Miami Beach mansion to not only convince him to headline PalmFest.

but ensure his well being above all else.

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Chapter 3 is live!

Fate brings two old friends together again and sets them on the path to truth. In a last ditch effort to save her own skin, Lozen Daniella Pierce reaches out to an old friend in hopes of gaining her freedom. In doing so, she and Erwin Smith find themselves thrust on a path to truth- the truth behind the walls, behind secret organizations, and the truth of who they turned into. Rating will go up, but I am setting it at M for now. Eventual Levi x OC in later chapters.

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[stajorathefallen]

Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Levi Ackerman/Original Female Character(s), Original Female Characters/Original Female Characters Characters: Levi Ackerman, Hange Zoë, Erwin Smith, Mike Zacharias, Miche Zacharius, Nanaba (Shingeki no Kyojin), Gelgar (Shingeki no Kyojin), Flagon (Shingeki no Kyojin), Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Talia Quinn, Alexandra Leone, Caleb Coleman, Iona Spencer, Skye Foster Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Grief/Mourning, Parent Death, Major Original Character(s), Friends to Lovers, Captain Levi Ackerman, Pre-Canon, Original Character Death(s), Friendship, Developing Friendships, POV Original Female Character, Bisexual Female Character, LGBTQ Themes, LGBTQ Female Character, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Alternate Canon Summary:

Alexandra Leone was always raised to care deeply for others, and to do what's right, even when it's hard. As she follows in her father's footsteps to become a proud soldier of the Scout Regiment, she must grapple with the unbearable joy and the unbearable grief of the human experience. How will her heart touch those around her, and change the future of humanity?

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Hi all! This story is an Attack on Titan fanfiction written in 1st-person POV of my original character (OC). It starts several years before the events of the main story. Overall, it will mostly follow the events of the anime + OVA's, but my goal is to also explore how Alexandra's choices and personality will impact the events of the main story. How would things have changed if Levi had a friend and supporter from the beginning? Would Eren have made different choices if someone had tried to quell the lust for revenge in his heart?

There will very likely be some queer original character crushes/romance, plus a Levi x OC slow-burn romance (subplots).

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[szabokazuka]

Undercover Love

Tränen, Ärger, Mitleit, Grausamkeit, Frieden, Chaos, Glaube, Verrat.

Chapter 1

Word count: 2100

Teaser:

Karina is a Marley spy, who spent years undercover on Paradise Island to keep an eye on how much the Devils from Paradise know about the Titans. The more time she spent with them, the more her beliefs were tested. But you always reap the harvest.

Karina awakened due to a sick feeling in her stomach. She made her way to the nearby sink, covering her mouth as she stumbled from her bed. The sick feeling has been lingering on for days, and there was no denying what was causing it.

A tear made its way down her cheeks and into the sink and as soon as she had noticed it, she wiped her eyes dry with her hand. Being of any use to Marley's government was the only thing she had wished for years. Given the opportunity to spy for them felt like a win a that time. She was given the task of infiltrating Paradise Island and report on their technological and military progress as well as how much they knew about the titans. She was a talented spy and she had managed to blend in perfectly with the locals, going as far as to pose as a civilian and later as a Survey Corps.

Like all people from Marley, Karina too had been taught from a young age, that Eldians were evil and that they posed a threat to not only Marley but also the world. Yet the more time she spent with them, the more normal they seemed. Seeing their daily lives and how vulnerable and frightened they were due to the titan’s attacks, she started to question what she had been taught. As for the scouts, she regarded them as brave and talented soldiers, who were fighting for their land and for survival, just like she and her fellow comrades. Because of that she began to feel a sense of camaraderie and friendship with them, almost getting lost in her new life and identity. At first, Karina tried to ignore these feelings, knowing that her true allegiance lay with Marley. But as she continued to work with the Survey Corps, she realized that her loyalty had shifted or maybe she had just gone made and lost track of what is real and what not.

But it was all too good to last. The small moment of joy that she treasured, had turn to dust and she was hit with reality, when the Beast Titan appeared. Recalling that day, Karina felt like vomiting again. She clenched her hands into fists, holding herself tight to the edge of the sink.

She knew that it was not possible for her to erase the scene from her mind. That faithful day, she was teamed up with her squad leader Micke to go on a look out, if there was a hole in the wall. As they made a stop at an abandoned village, Karina waited for Micke’s orders while inspecting her gear for battle.

“What is that?” Micke gasped with his eyes fixed on a huge monkey like titan, who was walking peacefully along the landscape miles away from them. When Karina’s eyes rose, her heart skipped a beat. Grasping the whole figure of commander Zeke's Titan, her fake identity crumbled and she was frozen in fear.  Not thinking twice, she knew she had to make a run for it. As she tried to get away, she heard Micke whistle, calling his horse over to their location. But then, the Beast Titan made its move. With a powerful throw, the titan sent the horse flying towards them, knocking Micke off the roof and leaving him vulnerable to the surrounding titans.

Micke was caught in the crossfire, fighting for his life against the vicious titans, when the Beast titan called off the other titans, instructing them not to eat Micke. He approached Micke, looming over him with a curious expression.

"What is this gear you're wearing?" the Beast titan demanded, gesturing towards Micke's ODM gear. But Micke was too stunned to answer, still reeling from the shock of the attack.

And then the Beast titan's attention turned to Karina, whom he noticed hiding behind the roof’s chimney and recognized her immediately.

The Beast titan’s piercing eyes were scanning her face as if trying to read her thoughts. "Karina," he said in a deep, rumbling voice. "What are you doing here? I thought you had left our cause or even worse, died."

Karina swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. She had switched sides, betrayed her people in order to fight alongside the Survey Corps, and now she found herself face to face with the one creature she had hoped never to encounter again.

"I...I got involved with the Survey Corps, their military. And while fighting titans I … I … I really couldn’t focus on sending messages while fighting for my life sir," Karina stammered, her eyes darting nervously around the landscape. "I couldn't just leave them."

The Beast titan regarded her coolly for a moment, then spoke again. "And what do you think you're accomplishing by joining these people?”

“I was gathering information-“

The Beast titan cut her off, not convinced by her answers. Yet his voice was calm and somewhat sympathetic: “Do you really believe they'll accept you as one of their own?"

Karina bit her lip, feeling a wave of guilt wash over her. She knew that the Survey Corps would never truly accept her, not now that the beans have been spilt. But she couldn't go back to her old life either - not after seeing the horrors that Marley had inflicted on Paradise Island.

" I don't know," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just know that I can't go back to the way things were before. This has changed me."

The Beast titan regarded her thoughtfully for a moment, then spoke again. "Very well, Karina. I won't ask any more questions for now. But I do expect your report of anything you learned about the Survey Corps. After all, you are still loyal to Marley, are you not?"

Karina hesitated for a moment, then nodded reluctantly. "Yes, I am."

As they engaged in a tense conversation, Micke couldn’t believe his ears. Not only was the Beast titan able to speak their language, but he knew Karina from before. There were so many thoughts going through in his mind, but his voice was frozen.

Karina stepped into the Beast titan’s palm, wondering how swift her death would be, if he would squeeze her with his fingers at that very moment. But she knew Zeke too well. He was not going to killer her until she was still useful to them. For a moment she was blinded by her self-value and her idea of having power over Zeke.

“Let’s go”, she said, turning away to avoid Micke’s eyes. But then she sensed how the Beast titan moved and her eyes focused on his other hand. She watched in shock, when he reached for Micke, who screamed in fear and covered his head.

The Best titan took Micke’s ODM gear carefully into his fingers, observing it with curiosity before walking away.

“Why did you take his ODM gear?” Karina shouted, when the titan’s palm had moved her close enough to step on his shoulder. “I have the same gear. I-I thought you wanted him to go back and tell everyone about my betrayal.” She watched in horror how Zeke left Micke defenseless among the titans.

And then she heard Micke’s battle cry as he reached for his sword. He was ready to fight till the end, but Karina knew it had no use. And with a simple command from the Beast titan the other titans started to move again, attacking the powerless Micke.

Karina covered her ears, unable to bear the sound of Micke's screams as he was brutally devoured by the titans. And at that moment she knew then that her decision to switch sides had been a costly mistake, and that she would have to live with the guilt of Micke's death for the rest of her life.

She turned and twisted in her bed, unable to get any sleep while her mind drifted from her past events to her imagining what the battle between the Survey Crops and the Beast titan will bring. She had been forced to betray her new friends, to give up information that could cost them everything. And now she was about to face the consequences of her actions.

The next day Karina stood on the shore, her heart pounding in her chest as she watched the Cart Titan pull up alongside the dock. She saw Reiner and Zeke wounded, still not fully recovered from battle and with a grim expression on their faces. Zeke’s eyes were fixed on her, sending cold shiver down her spine as he stood up and approached her. He passed her by without a word, so she looked at Reiner.

“What happened?

“They … they defeated us”.

Karina wanted to express her joy upon knowing that there were survivors among the Survey Crops, but she knew better. “Where is Bertholdt? And what about Annie?”

Reiner’s eyes were full of pain and he whispered silently in return: “They probably already fed him to someone by now …”

She was left speechless and seeing Reiner’s pain, she didn’t want to ask any more questions. Pieck walked past them, stroking Reiner’s shoulder as an act of encouragement.

When their boat departed, they all met in the dining room to send their report back to Marley. Karina was leaning on the wall as she listened with anticipation how Zeke dictated his report from the field. Her nails dug deep into her sleeves, when he spoke of the Survey’s charge at him and how he had killed them all with stones. But when he mentioned Levi, her breathing stopped for a short while. Listening about Levi’s victory and Zeke’s escape from the battlefield made her sight in relief. Once Reiner and Pieck were done with their report, Zeke finally got the chance to focus on her.

"Karina," he said, his voice cold and hard. "I trust your mission was successful?"

Karina nodded, feeling a lump form in her throat. "Yes, sir. We were able to gather valuable intel on the Devils of Paradise."

Zeke raised an eyebrow, his eyes narrowing. "And what of your ... interactions with them? Did you have any ... personal connections?"

Karina's heart skipped a beat as she realized what he was getting at. She had never told anyone about her growing feelings, but now it seemed that Zeke might have somehow figured it out. But after hearing about Lev’s victory, Karina was not ready to surrender.

"I don't know what you mean, sir," she said with a pretty steady voice, while her eyes were darting nervously around the room.

Zeke let out a low growl, his eyes flashing with anger. "Don't play dumb with me, Karina. I know what you're hiding. I know that you're pregnant, and I can guess who the father is."

Karina felt her face grow hot with embarrassment and fear. She had never intended for anyone to find out about her pregnancy until they were back home and she could arrange to get away, let alone for Zeke to use it against her.

"I...I don't know what you m…" she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.

She stopped talking, when Zeke stepped closer to her, his eyes burning with intensity. "Tell me, Karina. Who is the father of your child? Is it one of the Devils of Paradise?"

Karina felt like she was about to faint as she tried to come up with a plausible lie. She couldn't reveal the truth, not now, not when everything was at stake. Just as she was about to speak, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned to see Reiner standing behind her, a determined look on his face.

"The child is mine," he said firmly, his eyes meeting Zeke's.

Karina felt a wave of relief wash over her as she realized what Reiner was doing. He was protecting her, taking the blame for something he hadn't done.

Zeke regarded Reiner with a mix of amusement and disbelief. "Is that so, Reiner? You expect me to believe that you and Karina ...?"

Reiner cut him off, his voice growing more forceful. "Yes. The child is mine. Karina and I have been ... together ... for some time now."

Zeke regarded him sceptically, but after a moment he nodded, apparently satisfied with Reiner's answer.

"Very well, Reiner," he said, turning to leave. "I'll let you and Karina deal with your ... situation. But remember, Reiner, your loyalty is to Marley, not to your personal desires. Don't forget that."

And with that, he was gone, leaving Karina and Reiner alone with their secrets and their guilt.

#aotfanfic #aot fanfiction #aot oc #attackontitan #attack on titan #attack on titan fanfiction #leviackerman #reiner braun #levi ackerman #anime fanfic #zeke jaeger #miche zacharias #levi x oc #reiner x oc #aot x oc

[elleseekswritingpartners]

searching for aot/attack on titan writing partners (updated NEVER EXPIRES)

Elle. 20+. GMT. discord/tumblr/docs. I'm a long-term roleplayer and I will literally send you memes and HCs and create Pinterest boards and google docs one hour after we start talking because I'm both stupid and unhinged. I joke around a lot but be critical of the media you consume or leave, also this is a no bigotry zone.

WE'LL GET ALONG IF:

You are older than 19 years old.

You’re not interested in smut-centered plots.

You’re genuinely ok with doubling up. I've been roleplaying for over a decade, trust me it's blatant when someone is forcing themselves to write a character they don't want to write.

You don’t care intensely about following what’s canon: my philosophy is to look at the world that is provided to us and turn it into our playground.

You like plots with a mixture of realism and clichés: realism is VERY important to me especially when writing ships, but i WILL conjugate that realism with more cringy elements (like love triangles, pinning, and accidental pregnancies).

You’ll match my energy. I'm going to jump right to plotting and shipping to gauge if we’ll be compatible or not because I don’t like to waste time.

You can communicate and be enthusiastic: I'm a very devoted roleplay partner. I don't expect us to talk every day and I don't expect fast replies, but if we don’t interact for 2 weeks, I'll clock out.  

You'll explore mature topics with respect. I don't have trigger warnings and enjoy writing potentially triggering topics like manipulation, religious themes, and memory loss etc, but let's always be respectful. 

what i'm interested in writing:

please know that ilse langnar, mike/miche zacharias, and eld gin are my main characters and i will always want to throw them at you, in a ship or in a brotp or i any other dynamic.

i only write m/f ships with new writing partners, sorry!

erwin smith x f oc

zeke yeager x f oc or pieck finger (i can write either)

porco galliard x f oc or pieck finger (i can write either)

marcel galliard x f oc

levi ackerman x f oc

and also:

reiner braun x f oc (selective with this one, need to discuss plot ideas first)

jean kirstein x f oc

jean kirstein x hitch dreyse

erwin smith x f oc

zeke yeager x f oc

mike zacharias x f oc

gunther schultz x f oc

eld gin x f oc

petra rall x m oc

hanji/hange zoe x levi ackerman (i can write either)

hanji/hange zoe x erwin smith (i can write either)

absolute massive bonus points if you do a mumu with me bc i love connecting characters and plots. i write ilse (and lynne) and if you give me a brotp for her with any of these characters : marlene, nabana, hange i will deadass cry. if you let me write mike or eld against erwin in a brotp i will deadass cry too.

ty for reading!! don't forget to say hi if you're interested. ✨

#attack on titan rp #aot rp #discord roleplay #attack on titan roleplay #erwin smith #zeke yeager #jean kirstein #hange zoe #levi ackerman #mike zacharias #shingeki no kyojin rp #snk roleplay #snk rp #snk x reader

[suyacho]

did you ever look at a character and think about how it would be if you were with them? well then this collab is perfect for you <3 

bestie z @arozaur​ and i present you the selfship collab, it speaks for itself but more information can be found under the cut!

RULES

— main collab rules

— im an 18+ blog and so is z so this is obviously an 18+ collab

— send z ( @arozaur ) or me an ask, asking to join

— the pieces have to be you and your selfship so as self indulgent as possible, i wanna see you with your favorites :)

— open to all fandoms, no min/max wordcount, any genre is ok and any types of posts are accepted (drabbles, hcs, full fics etc.)

— there’s no due date and it’s open for all fandoms

— join as many times as you want, just have fun and don’t give yourself too much to do <3

— oc x canon character ships are okay too!

— reblog this post after you’re tagged and have fun!

❀ WORKS ❀

TOKYO REVENGERS

@/kazububs - shion madarame

@/hanmas - shinichiro sano

@/bxnten - sanzu haruchiyo

@/bxnten - sanzu haruchiyo

@/meowdarame - shion madarame

@/arlertslove - kakucho hitto

@/suyacho - shinichiro sano

@/arlertslove - mitsuya takashi

@/kisakiapologist - hanma shuji

@/chronic-claire-universe - ran haitani

@/eunoji - wakasa imaushi

@/sennsational - baji keisuke

@/bokuroskitten - draken

@/1990-05-10 - mitsuya takashi

@/1990-05-10 - draken

@/fueledbysano - manjiro sano

@/gutzonthefloor - draken

@/hxnmas - ran haitani

@/kireirengoku - baji keisuke

@/tettatonin - kisaki tetta

BNHA

@/arozaur - izuku midoriya

@/decayish - tomura shigaraki

@/sageyrage - kiribaku

@/eijirhoe - eijirou kirishima

@/gutzonthefloor - denki kaminari

@/mementomoriifics - dabi

@/hxnmas - hawks

@/ramenaddicted - overhaul

@/sujiko - hawks

@/stariwrites - hawks

@/bakuroo-writings - katsuki bakugou

@simultaneously-sick-and-calm - aizawa shouta

AOT

@/ms-spicy-kirstein - jean kirstein

@/sweetforlevi - levi ackerman

@/chaotic-nick - miche zacharias

HAIKYUU

@izukunii - bokuto koutaro

@/mrskenmakozume - kenma kozume

@/sweetsbysatori - tendou satori

@/bokuroskitten - bokuroo

@/musings-and-moans - kuroo tetsurou

@/beware-of-the-rogue - atsumu miya

@/atsumwah - atsumu miya

@/koutarostiddies - bokuto koutaro

@/trueshellz - bokuto koutaro

@/bakuroo-writings - kuroo tetsurou

@haruchiyos - sakusa kiyoomi

KNY

@/auraee - rengoku kyoujurou

@/auraee - rengoku kyoujuro

@/auraee - rengoku kyoujuro

@/auraee - rengoku kyoujuro

@/kireirengoku - rengoku kyoujuro

@/theiridescentdragon - rengoku kyoujuro

JJK

@/1990-05-10 - megumi fushiguro

@/musings-and-moans - kento nanami

@/sennsational - geto suguru

@/koutarostiddies - kento nanami

@/babe-im-bi - megumi fushiguro

GENSHIN

@/kxeyas - kaeya

@/kaeyeri - kaeya

@/kxeyes - dottore

@/albedophilia - albedo

@/kaexiao - kazuha x death

@/zhongrin - zhongli

JJBA

@/mrsgiovanna - giorno giovanna

@/musings-and-moans - jotaro kujo

OTHERS

@/half-baked-biscuit - dazai osamu

@/sweetsbysatori - shion madarame + tendou satori

@/thus-spoke-gee - spike spiegel

@/kireirengoku - itachi uchiha

@/public-boy-toy - caius

@/tsukisdarling - kagami

@/1990-05-10 - furuya satoru

@/pcwer - reigen arataka (daddy)

if you’d like to be tagged in future collabs, click here <3

#snow; selfships #z & snow’s selfship collab! #anime collab #anime collabs #collabs #writing collab #collab #tokyo revengers collab #jjk collab #aot collab #bnha collab #snow’s collabs

[wall-maria-fritz]

Hii, I was wondering if I could get some random headcanons for Erwin, Miche, and Reiner plsss

The Big Blonde Boys

Random Headcannons for Erwin, Miche, and Reiner

Warnings: S4 Spoilers!

I will also be touching on slight smut but nothing graphic.

I really went ham on this one.

Scribblings MASTERLIST

Erwin Smith

· Erwin is a hopeless sweet tooth. He loves strawberries and custards most especially.

· I’m convinced that Erwin Smith has what Wall Marians would say is a “refined” accent. Seeing how cultured and charming Erwin can be, he probably came from a considerably well off family.

· Erwin may have inherited his curiosity and innate genius from his father, but his charm and natural capacity for leadership? He got that from his mother, alright! I imagine his mother was very clever woman who could’ve hailed from minor nobility. I won’t be surprised if she held a few local government positions over the years.

· It’s a hoot to think about, knowing how blessed Erwin is with social graces, but he’s a terrible dancer! His mother has tried to make him work on his waltzes and quadrilles growing up, but poor Erwin just can’t get rid of his two left feet.

· Erwin loves mystery novels! Murder on the Orient Express by Agatha Christie is a particular favorite of his. His love for mystery really honed his problem-solving skills as a child. His father was almost convinced he’d grow up to be a detective.

· You didn’t hear this from me but… Erwin may or may not have written a poem or two for Marie before. He likely never sent it, but it’s there. Hidden away in some old forgotten journal from forever ago. Marie would be the only women he’s ever written a poem for.

It was entitled, “If I Dare Say What I Think.”

· Sandalwood is his preferred scent.

· This man has a worrisome coffee addiction. It’s probably borne out of late nights endlessly mulling over the Scouting Legion’s survival.

· His favorite season is autumn. During then, he allows himself to grow a beard and feel all warm and cozy with it.

· I like to think Erwin has an older brother who’s just as handsome and charming as he is. Except, this Smith gets to take jabs at and mess with his baby brother (this is suuper self-indulgent, I know. But imagine it.)

· In his younger years, the Commander was a formidable ladies man. Sure he still is, but he was far more self-indulgent back in his cadet days.

· Erwin’s an excellent pianist. It’s one of the skills his parents insisted he learned, and it has turned into a form of therapy for him on his days off. His favorite piece is Clair de Lune by Claude Debussy.

· If he ever did go to university, Erwin would definitely be a fraternity president. We’d deadass go all Elle Woods on him. Don’t lie.

· Growing up, Erwin would often go sledding and playing hockey with his dad and brother.

· He likes to work out in the dead of the night, especially when stressed. Seeing him drenched in sweat and lifting weights at 4am is no rare sight. It’s really the only time he’s found in order to keep in shape, and it’s so much more peaceful to do it when everyone else is sleeping.

· He prefers scotch over brandy.

· On particularly difficult days, Erwin allows himself a cigarette. He doesn’t indulge himself as much as he did during his cadet days, though. (Each time done away from his commanding officer’s sight, of course.) He’s aware that the vice does him no favors.

· It certainly isn’t beyond the Commander to flirt with the ladies of nobility if it meant a guarantee on Legion funding. And oh, how thoroughly does Commander Erwin leave these women smitten.

Miche Zacharias

· This man adores horses. In fact, he works with them so much, that he tends to close off the day smelling as musky as them, you know? All I’m saying is, from all the physical exertions Miche does to care for the beasts, he just ends up smelling very much like a working man.

· Miche Zacharias is a lecherous dog. He’s probably fucked half the town at this point, and he can care less whether or not you know of this reputation. In his eyes, he’s a man with natural urges, and as such takes care of said urges. That’s it. He never sleeps with fellow soldiers, though. Preferring the village ladies and a visit to the brothel or two.

· He’s definitely a favorite client at brothels.

· I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s fathered a child or two along his many err… escapades. Besides, he can smell when a woman is ovulating.

· Secretly, his beard is a sense of pride and joy for him. He takes great care to maintain it.

· Miche has a very provincial drawl to his accent. I suspect he comes from a family of hunters and farmers, much like Sasha’s background. His knack for sniffing out animals (and now titans) probably came in handy when hunting back then.

· Miche is clearly very athletic, and he’s pretty much played every sport out there. But he especially enjoys soccer and football.

· Believe it or not, Miche is capable of delivering a baby! His experience with helping mares deliver their calf, as well as assisting his mother one time when no one else but him could help her give birth to his sister, told him just what to do.

· Miche probably has a whole gaggle of sisters, with him being the only boy in the family.

· Miche HATES cleaning and greasing his gear. His big fingers aren’t very ideal for handling small bits and bobs, as well as the fact that his hands are just rough in nature. Having to be careful and gentle is a real struggle for him, and he used to pass on his 3DMG upkeep to Erwin as a cadet if he can help it. Nowadays, Nanaba does the job for him. Bless her.

· When he’s drunk, he sings.

· When’s absolutely wrecked he yodels.

· He used to play cowboy a lot as a child.

· Miche is huge meat eater. He makes a mean roast too! He often takes up roasting and grilling duties on the rare Scouting Legion celebrations. Miche is honestly a wonderful cook.

· Miche is a heavy smoker. He was likely the one who influenced Erwin to start smoking as cadets.

· Miche primarily entered the military to support his sisters. But when his parents found out he joined the Scouts, they were upset for a time. But thanks to his sisters, Mr. and Mrs. Zacharias have come around to accept their son’s choice.

· Miche likes his women full and curvy. Do NOT make him choose between tits or ass. Just don’t. Erwin found out the hard way not to when they went out drinking once. Don’t.

· He wears briefs instead of boxers, and definitely sleeps naked.

· Miche loves to go camping. He’s at home in the great outdoors, and anyways, there ain’t no doorways for him to duck under and still bump his head at in the wilderness.

· When not in uniform, he likes to wear his thick flannels.

· Chopping wood is his anger management therapy.

· He has such a high alcohol tolerance. Beer is to Miche as coffee is to Erwin. In fact he’d drink this as a night cap.

· He’s a casual guitar player.

· When he first saw Erwin in his cadet class, he thought he was a “stuck up bitch boy.”

· Levi is “str0ngbw0i”

· He’s surprisingly good friends with Hanji! He can actually tolerate her prattling. He’s a patient man.

· Get this, Miche is actually a fine gardener. Erwin and Levi recently found out that the flowers he’d give his women are ones he’s grown himself. Erwin and Levi would never tell him they know, though.

Reiner Braun

· A shameless flirt, but you could already guess that.

· An excellent chess player!

· He may be a beefcake, but he’s relatively well read. He spends his off time reading strategy and philosophy books. Sun Tzu’s The Art of War is a favorite.

· This man definitely enjoys football. He may have also played baseball with Zeke before.

· Reiner’s a terrific dancer. He often hits on girls by asking them to dance, then sweeping them off their feet.

· Reiner is also a fine guitarist. (Although he only really picked up the instrument to impress girls.)

· Honestly? Reiner is hilarious! His dates love his sense of humor.

· Reiner is also very protective by nature. It’s likely why the 104th sees him like an older brother. But more so with girls, he’s very gentlemanly towards them, and ensure that they are cared for.

· Reiner has a thing for tiny women. He likes the especially delicate-looking ones; like dolls.

· Reiner definitely has that fuckboy-lip-bite-look when he’s flirting and drunk.

· As a child, Reiner wanted to be an actor. This is thanks to all the theatrical plays his mother takes him to.

· He sings well too! He’s a bass.

· In his most casual clothes, Reiner likes to wear tank tops and muscle tees.

· In his most private thoughts, Reiner has entertained dreams about having children more than once. But he promptly brushes these aside. No time for that with a mission to complete.

· For Reiner Braun, the way to his heart is indeed through his stomach. He loves it when a girl cooks for him.

· I imagine that his mother was once a baker, and so taught her son how to bake as well. Reiner can make a pretty decent cheesecake.

· This big guy has a fear of clowns. You can imagine how much of a handful he must be whenever he’d see a clown in a Marleyan festival as a child.

· Reiner is actually good at debates! He can be very persuasive, and can easily win arguments.

· He and Bertholdt would nerd out over comics in the middle of the night. It’s why they chose adjacent bunks. Jean would call them fanboys, Reiner calls him an “uncultured swine.”

· Reiner spends like, 20 minutes doing his hair in the morning.

· Citrus and Spice are his preferred scents.

· Reiner was a very hyperactive little boy, and so accumulated a lot of scars caused by childhood stupidity. Like that one scar near his hairline above his temple, from when he tried “flying” off a flight of stairs as a 5 year old.

· He’s a good shot.

· Reiner would 100% play Dungeons and Dragons if he could.

· He loves dogs, especially the big breeds! He had a pet mastiff named Lady as a child.

· As a little boy, he had a bear named Mr. Snuggles that he carried around everywhere he went.

· When he was training to be a warrior, he probably had a puppy crush on Pieck. All that changed of course when he returned from Paradise.

Accepting requests! Here are the rules.

#i love these #erwin smith x reader #miche zacharias x reader #reiner braun x reader #requests open #erwin smith x you #miche zacharias x you #reiner braun x you #erwin smith x oc #erwin smith x marie #miche zacharias x oc #maria's scribblings #reiner braun #erwin smith #miche zacharias #erwin smith headcanons #miche zacharias headcannons #miche zacharias imagines #reiner braun headcanons #reiner braun imagines

[micheswife]

pic credit: me

🌼Look after you🌼

Ship: Miche Zacharius x Oc.

Summary: Miche somehow escapes the beast titan. All he wants now is to be with Mira, his civilian wife.

Warnings: Fluff, injury, crying.

Miche was in a state of shock when Hange had found him inside the demolished building. There had been plenty of flare guns to shoot a distress signal. He had managed to fight four abnormal titans, thanks to the odm gears some cadets had left behind in the urgency. But each kill had added another crack in his already injured legs. The fact that he had been able to buy enough time to stumble back into the castle was a miracle, he would have been dead had the abnormals disobeyed the talking beast.

Laying on the hospital bed, he couldn't help but remember the last time he had been with his wife, a month ago. They had a little disagreement.

"As long as we keep fighting, we have not lost." he had responded to her concerns regarding his safety. She thought that his approch was too reckless.

"But.. It's okay to lose if it can save lives.. just once." her statement had enraged him. He shot her a stern look, exactly the one he knew would scare her. Yet, she had stood her ground. She continued with her trembling little voice,

"I mean, if you can’t fight.... then you have to flee... sorry." she had lowered her gaze when Miche raised his eyebrows. He had stared at her for a good minute, her frame looking smaller than usual as she continued to pack his essentials.

"Don’t forget the biscuits this time." he barked before leaving to fetch his shoes. The jar now sat empty among his scattered belongings, there were never enough of those.

He furrowed his eyebrows as he remembered leaving her without a kiss. He had let the little squabble get into his head, much to the disappointment of the loving wife who was just looking out for his well-being. He had taken her emotions for granted back then, because he knew she would let it go. That was how she been raised, shy and submissive.

Right now, he was craving her warmth. His eyes welled up as he thought of all the times he had reprimanded and shut her down, like she did not know any better. The tears escaped when he closed his eyes, slipping into his usual horde of nightmares.

The next day.

A loud knock on the door snapped Mira out of her thoughts. She had been embroidering lotuses on her robe, missing the strong embrace of her spouse. Jumping from her seat, she peeked out the window to see the visitor. Her eyes widened in horror when she saw the crutches, hastily opening the door to help him inside.

Without a second word, she began untying his shoelaces. Miche wanted to tell her that his injuries were not as bad as she was assuming, but he let her take care of him. In that moment, he didn't want to be that strong squad leader, not after the squad in question had been wiped out barring one soldier.

"You know, some titans can speak." he broke the silence with an unusually weak voice.

"Tell me more." Mira placed the blanket over his feet, handing him a bowl of soup.

"The other abnormal titans listened to him, that’s why I am alive."

"I am glad." She sat on the edge of the bed, stroking his free hand. She knew, some day, she was going to miss all of this.

He finished the soup with a few gulps, placing the empty bowl on the dresser beside.

"Do you want mo - Ah!" he pulled her back onto the bed before she could get the bowl. She was taken aback by the act, but now she knew just how emotionally shaken he was. Miche had never exerted physical dominance over her before that, he would usually treat her like the fragile porcelain doll she was.

She stayed still in his grip, cupping his face to wipe a lone tear, only to make way for more. Little snivels soon turned into erratic sobs, it hurt her to see the brave soldier reduced to that point. She brought his face close to her heart, drawing light circles on his back.

"I am sorry, honey, I am so sorry." she whispered, kissing the top of his head. She held him like that until he regained his composure. For the first time in weeks, the man felt safe and secure. He would have felt pathetic crying before anyone else, especially someone in the scouts. He was grateful for the lady sitting before him, more than she could imagine.

He observed her as she poured him a glass of water, praying for her well-being. Afterall, it was not easy being a soldier's wife. She was beautiful, the voice of reason in his life. He had downplayed her concerns in the past, but always ended up asking her for advice.

Her gentle hands helped him rest his weary body, promising a back massage for the next day. For now, all he needed was the nurturing presence beside him, humming a tune unknown to him, guiding threads of satin on her robe as his eyelids grew heavy. The wounded soldier would have less nightmares over the next few weeks.

He swore to fight until the last titan was slayed, this time with more tact, maybe a little cowardice too if it meant more of such lovely days. If everything goes well, they could even welcome a new life into the world.

#aot anime #attack on titan #mike zacharias #snk #shingeki no kyoujin fanfiction #aot x oc #miche zacharias #aot miche #aot mike #snk x oc #scout regiment #beast titan #aot s2 #survey corps

[thera-daydreams]

M Λ Ƨ Ƭ Σ Я L I Ƨ Ƭ

° m a s t e r l i s t + t a g l i s t s °

[on temporary hiatus until i graduate in august 2024 😔]

hello! i'm thera, a fanfiction author who writes for multiple fandoms

she/her | 21 | FIL | aquarius | infj | university junior who needs sleep, happy hormones, and a real-life nanami kento | ko-fi | quotev | deviantart

❦ this is a list of all my previous works, what i have in my drafts, and everything I'm planning to write, which is why some works may not have links yet since they're a work in progress; if i get an idea, i'll add it right here <3

❦ i don't have a schedule so updates may be inconsistent or on n' off; i only write when i'm inspired and when i have time. also, because of university and life, i'm super busy. just so you know. :)

❦ my older works are also on quotev and deviantart, thus some links may redirect there. still thinking about making an ao3 account, though.

❦ my stories are generally SFW or just a tad suggestive with a fem!reader, but maybe in the future (when i get the guts and the talent), i'll write some actual NSFW.

❦ just message me if you want to be added to my taglists for specific fics (as of the moment, i only have my trese & the sweet old lady is a witch taglists).

Legend:

∞ - full stories, ↳ - oneshots or twoshots,  ✿ - imagines or headcanons

° not taking requests! °

❝ TRESE ❞

∞ INDAY [Crispin/Basilio/Maliksi/Dominic x Skymaiden!Reader] (completed)

✿ shorts & spinoffs (still ideas as of the moment)

↳ PLUS ONE [Maliksi x BestFriend!Reader] (completed)

↳ PLUS THREE [Maliksi x Reader] *sequel of plus one*

↳ POMEGRANATES [Dominic x Reader]

↳ UYAYI [Basilio x Mermaid!Reader]

↳ KABILANG BUHAY [Crispin x Ghost!Reader] (completed)

❝ JUJUTSU KAISEN ❞

∞ THE SWEET OLD LADY IS A WITCH [Nanami Kento/Gojo Satoru/Ryomen Sukuna/Fushiguro Toji/Geto Suguru/Kamo Choso x ScarletWitch!Reader]

↳ COFFEE & TEA [Nanami Kento x Reader]

↳ 241 [Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru x Onesided!Reader]

❝ YANDERE SIMULATOR ❞

∞ WISHING FOR WINGS [Male!Yandere Simulator x Ayano Aishi!Reader] (discontinued)

❝ HETALIA ❞

∞ LITTLE MISS ANCIENT [Hetalia x Reader] (completed)

↳ WEDDINGS? YOU SURE? [Hetalia x Reader] (completed)

↳ MAN CORSETS [Austria x Reader x Prussia] (completed)

❝ ATTACK ON TITAN/SHINGEKI NO KYOJIN ❞

∞ IMMORTALS [Erwin Smith/Reiner Braun/Miche Zacharias/Jean Kirstein/Levi Ackerman/Zeke Yeager x Various!Immortal!Isekai!OCs]

❝ CROSSOVERS, MISCELLANEOUS, OTHERS ❞

∞ VICTIMS [Wonder Woman x Captain America | Supergirl x Winter Soldier | Zatanna x Quicksilver | Starfire x Loki] (on hiatus) - ◤MCU x DCEU◢

∞ GODKILLER [Gabriel Reyes x WonderWoman!Reader x Jack Morrison] - ◤Overwatch x DCEU◢

∞ ITERUM [Madara Uchiha x Sakura Haruno | Sasuke Uchiha x Erza Scarlet | Mirajane Strauss x Itachi Uchiha | Neji Hyuuga x Kagura Mikazuchi | Tobirama Senju x Ur | Izuna Uchiha x Ultear Milkovich | Shisui Uchiha x Minerva Orland | Kakashi Hatake x Irene Belserion] - ◤Naruto x Fairy Tail◢

∞ QUEEN OF THE DAMNED [Alucard x Akasha Bloodriver] - ◤Hellsing x Rosario + Vampire◢

∞ SUN & MOON [Sesshomaru x Queen Serenity] - ◤Inuyasha x Sailor Moon◢

∞ MYSTERY OF SILENCE [Phantom x Siren!Reader] - ◤The Phantom of the Opera◢

i don't write for many of the other fandoms i'm in, but feel free to chat or interact with me!

ANIME/COMICS

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[koulakoukoula2003]

hello again, rivetra anon here

that sounds like an interesting angst too! like levi and petra were able to patch their relationship but this time its them vs the world (not really the world but like someone whose not them that is trying to break them apart haha) so yeah i think that's a great idea too. but personally I would like to see levi actually make an effort and fight to keep petra in his life. I mean ever since, petra was the one who made the effort in their relationship and now that she's had enough of it, I'd like to see her going away from Levi and so he's gonna be the one to make an effort now. Like I was thinking of this scene when Petra hands in her resignation letter or something and Levi asks why, then Petra just smiles with sad eyes saying 'I've had enough of war' and slowly she takes off the ring and puts it on Levi's table and says as she looks at him one last time 'and pain' then she leaves and Levi will like idk um desperately try to apologize and make her stay (we don't usually see levi breaking down so i think it would be nice to see him break down for a woman) but Petra is like she can't take it anymore. So she leaves and um maybe goes back to her father's house and then weeks later, Petra's dad will be banging on Levi's door asking him for help because something bad happened to her like he knows that Petra and Levi are through anymore but he doesn't know where to go and ask for help since the MPs are not really reliable lmao and so yeah we go to the scene where Levi finds Petra in the underground, a victim of human trafficking and prostitution and lying in her own blood because she was actually pregnant with Levi's child and after seeing that state of Petra, Levi goes berserk in the underground. Then maybe after that, after all that has been said and done they will be able to fix their relationship but Petra isn't anymore how she used to be like she was once full of life and vigor but now she has become an empty shell of who she used to be but despite all of this Levi vows to love her no matter what and yeah happy ending ಥ‿ಥ

but there's a part of me that wants to see petra die hahaha and break levi hahaha but i think its too cruel and they deserve a happy ending too

Whatever you decide to write, I know it's gonna come up great <3

BRO LMFAO I THOUGHT ABOUT KILLING HER TOO AHAHAHAHAH but then i realised, you can't have angst and suffering if you don't have people to inflict that suffering upon MUAHAHAHAHAHA

ok yeah your idea is kinda better, I'll totally write it like this, and mksdnjrbheuijw I LOVE writing PTSD and Petra's gonna have lots of it later on like imagine Levi's tryna touch her and she's flinching away like mdkenjrhiw I LOVE WRITING THAT SHIT, MAN, angst is what I write best. Or she can even have nightmares in the nights and eating problems and sudden moments of crying that literally come out of nowhere.

Like she can be just sitting, doing nothing and suddenly, she's crying (it's totally a thing when you've been through that kind of trauma) and Levi's losing his mind cuz he knows what she's been through - he knows it first-hand because his mom went through it and it's a nightmare to go through this again.

And since u agree with them losing a child Imma def do it, I love writing Levi who's going feral and losing his stoic and calm behaviour.

I've noticed all snk fans just want to see Levi at his worst and at his best at the same time because he is a man that in the series and the manga barely shows any emotion so we fans really want to explore how angry, sad, happy, in pain, heartbroken Levi looks and sounds like. And honestly the same stands for Erwin and Zeke and all those characters that hide what they think and feel all the time.

I was thinking Miche helps Levi find her (cuz Miche is everybody's best bro) so they go together in the underground and start looking because before she left, I wrote a scene of Levi asking Miche to be his best man in his Petra's wedding

Funnily enough he's gonna be the best man at Erwin and Nat's wedding too (if it ever happens eheheheheheheh) MICHE IS EVERYBODY'S BEST BRO OK?

here take a sneak peek, anon

“For fuck’s sakes, I miss for two months, and Captain grumps is fucking engaged, AND MY BEST FRIEND IS FUCKING MARRIED AND HIS WIFE GOT TAKEN, like I just missed two months how did you guys manage to fuck everything up without me in such a short time…”

Miche continued his long, long, long monologue. Erwin was by his desk, reading through the notebooks that they had recovered from Dr Yeager’s basement.

Levi rolled his eyes. “Are you going to be my best man, or not?” Levi interrupted Miche’s long monologue, but he kept going.

“Wait, wait, I haven’t finished talking, and what about the state of the world like is it-” Miche cut himself when he realised that Levi had just asked him to be his best man?! Levi???? Levi hated him, didn’t he??? “Me? You want me to be your best man???” He must be joking.

“I could ask for Hange, but I don’t want them to set my wedding on fire.”

“So, you trust me not to set your wedding on fire?”

Levi looked at him for a moment. Contemplating this. “This is a terrible idea, isn’t it?” He wondered out loud and Miche laughed.

“Fine. I’ll be your best man, and I’ll make sure to set your wedding on fire.” Miche said sarcastically.

Levi rolled his eyes. “Fuck off.”

“I love you too, buddy.” Miche scratched his head. “Damn, I’m gonna have to ask Nanaba for the wedding rings. I’m clueless when it comes to that stuff.”

#levi ackerman #levi x petra #rivetra #miche zacharias #mike zacharias #mike zakarius #erwin x oc #erwin smith fanfiction #pls comment on my fic

[titan-fodder]

Prima Vista Part VI

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Rating: E (explicit; mdni) Pairing: Mike Zacharias x fem!reader, Zeke Yeager x fem!reader wc: ~ 11.2k

Warnings:  explicit sexual content, ass play, jealousy, possessive behavior, humiliation, manipulation, OC introduced (read A/N), non-con coming inside, fighting, miscommunication A/N: As I was writing this, I decided to bring original female characters in to play the “bad guys” because I didn’t wanna demonize the canon AoT girls. Just didn’t feel right. So, everyone, meet Rhi. Enjoy~

Mike is extremely fucking aware of you sitting a foot away from him on his couch. You're hunched over and whining about him beating you in Mario Kart again, and honestly, he doesn't know how he's doing it because he is so not focused on the game. 

 You came to the party in tight jeans and a sparkling top, and all Mike can think about is getting you out of them, spreading you out underneath him just like he used to. 

 But, he's not gonna say anything about it, not even gonna allude to it because he feels awful about pushing so hard at the Pike house. He never thought he'd be that type of guy, but he's been known to go a little off the rails when it comes to you. 

 "Have you ever played this with all banana peels?" Mike asks, trying to get his mind off of the heat he thinks he's radiating. 

 "What?" 

 "Like, you set it so all the items are bananas."

 Your eyebrows raise. "That sounds nightmarish."

 "Oh, it is," he agrees. "But you should experience the chaos at least once."

 "Alright, fine. Nanner me up, then." Mike snorts as you sit back against the cushions, examining the Switch controller in your hand and mumbling, "Could they have made these any smaller? My hands are too big. How are you even playing?" 

 "Practice. We played a lot of Don't Drink and Drive my sophomore year."

 He toggles to change the settings, and you both pick characters again. Mike selects Baby Park and grins too widely when you squeak. 

 "This is the worst possible—"

 "It's the best possible track," he corrects you. 

 The next minute or so is spent with Mike swearing and you screeching, but a melody of giggles can be heard in between. 

 He stands up like it'll help him focus, and you follow suit, bouncing and leaning forward until Mike thinks you might lose your balance. It's the only match you actually beat him at, and you raise your arms in victory, acting like the terrible winner you are. You dance and poke him in the chest so that Mike rolls his eyes and shoves you with just enough force (so, not a lot) to make you fall back onto the couch. 

 "Wow, rude!" You exclaim with a little pout.

 Mike stands next to you, a little too close as a retort forms on the tip of his tongue, but the angle is awkward, and he watches your eyes flit from his face to his waist (or what's a little below it) for just a split second, just long enough for him to notice, and he has to fight a smirk as you meet his eyes again. 

 He can imagine your cheeks are feeling pretty warm right now, but Mike doesn't say anything about it, just takes his place beside you. If he's sitting a little closer than before, neither of you mention it. 

 It's nearing one in the morning, and both of you are starting to feel it, eyes and hands too slow to keep playing the video game, so you switch to a movie. Mike doesn't think much of it when he lays down, legs hanging over the armrest, head in your lap. You tense for about two seconds before relaxing into the position you both know so well. 

 The first Jurassic Park plays from the TV, but Mike isn't paying any attention, too busy watching the way you're nibbling on your bottom lip. It's your thinking face, means you're lost in your own brain, just as far away from the film as he is. 

 It's stupid that you're both fighting this. Mike doesn't understand. If he wants it, and you want it, what the fuck is standing in the way? Zeke? That pretentious, clay-stained fuck? You don't even fit well together. In any way. He's too arrogant and philosophical (or so Erwin says). He probably doesn't appreciate your sense of humor (or so Mike says). And, he won't fuck you (so you say). How are you happy with him? 

 "Miche," your voice is quiet, but still loud enough to send a shiver down Mike's spine. 

 "Hm?"

 "Stop staring at my mouth."

 "You looked at my dick earlier."

 "Shut up, no I didn't."

 Mike laughs, turns his head to bury it in your stomach, and you start carding fingers through his hair. It's natural with the two of you. Nothing is forced. It took a while to get back into the groove of your friendship, but now you're here, and Mike is breathing in the smell of your perfume and fabric softener and you, and he wants so badly to just raise your shirt and plant kisses all over your soft skin. 

 Your body rises and falls with a deep breath. Your hand stops at the crown of his head. Then, you whisper the words he wants to hear most: "Just one more night?" 

 Mike sits up so fast, he nearly smacks into your chin with his forehead. He turns to face you again, eyes too round, voice too hopeful as he assures, "Just one more night."

 He knows the only reason you're considering this is because Zeke has you all wound up, but that's okay. Mike will take care of you. He'll scratch that itch and then some—remind you of what you're missing. 

 "Alright, yeah, I—"

 Mike is suddenly standing and taking your hand, leading you to his bedroom as the Jurassic Park theme plays you both out. 

 He knows you'll want to snoop—it's sort of your thing—but he doesn't give you time as he bends and catches you in a kiss, hands holding your face, tilting your head. He feels you curl your fingers into his shirt, using him for leverage as you balance on your tiptoes, and he lets you dance like that for a little while, desperate little ballerina as you open your mouth for him, but as soon as he feels your tongue against his, Mike lifts you clean off the ground. You wrap your legs around his waist, no need for straining muscles now as you both lick and suck and hold on to each other too tightly. 

 Mike paces over to the bed, nearly tripping over the shoes he left in the middle of his room earlier that day, but he’s able to drop you onto the mattress and catch himself above you before any real damage can be done. 

 You laugh out a, “Real smooth, Zacharias,” that he ignores in favor of taking his shirt off. 

 He can’t see well in the darkness which just will not do as you begin stripping, but then he remembers, “Oh,” and leans over you to plug in the string of lights he somehow managed to hang around the flag pinned above his headboard. “Ambience.”

 You crane to look at them, suck your teeth, and say, “Let me guess. Erwin told you to do it.”

 “How’d you know?”

 Another little giggle as you tuck a few strands of hair behind his ear—“Because Erwin is the fairy lights type of motherfucker, but you…” You don’t finish that thought, just shake your head and tell him, “They’re cute. I like ‘em.”

 Mike hums, “Good,” then leans down for another kiss. Several more, actually. 

 He’s missed this so fucking much, the way you taste on his tongue, the way you sigh into him, the way your body moves beneath his. It hurts to think this will be the last time he gets to experience it with you, but he plans to savor every second, never let himself forget and, hopefully, make sure you never forget either. 

 Cheesy or not, the lights cast incredible shadows on your body once it's bared to him. Your silhouette is something he could stare at for hours, days, a lifetime. If he were even slightly artistically inclined, he’d probably try to paint it, but as that’s not the case…

 Starting at your jawline, Mike leaves a trail of little bites, pinching just hard enough to make you gasp. When he reaches your neck, though, he begins sucking, dragging his teeth over new-forming bruises so that you whimper and arch to press your chest to his. He moves slowly, barely even registering your breathy pleas as he holds a patch of skin captive between his incisors and laves over it. 

 A mark on your neck. One on the swell of your breast then on the side of the other. The space between two ribs. Just above your naval. The hollow of your hip bone. And, finally, the insides of both thighs. 

 Last time he did this, on the bed in your old room doused in moonlight, he wasn't trying to be possessive. 

 Tonight he is. 

 “M-Miche, please.” Your voice is catching as if you’re crying—as if Mike is torturing you. He supposes he is. You’re ready for relief, and all he’s doing is winding you tighter and tighter. It’s okay, baby, he thinks to himself, I’ll make it worth it. 

 Swiping his tongue between your folds, Mike groans at how wet you are. He almost feels sorry for you. Now, he’s gonna have to spend even more time drinking you in. 

 You throw your legs over his shoulders with no prompting, letting him sink further into you. Mike licks in long, deep strokes that make your thighs tremble and jump around his head. He sucks your clit into his mouth, slick and swollen against his tongue, and makes sure to move his face just enough to make a mess of the hair on his chin. 

 You’re begging again. For something. For nothing. He isn’t quite sure. But, when Mike moves to lick around your dripping hole and uses a finger to flick over your sensitive little bud, you sing for him, and he realizes just how pent up you are. 

 Oh, he can have fun with this. 

 Pausing to suck more bruises onto your thighs, Mike tries to calm himself down, find a way to ignore the throb between his legs, but that doesn’t seem likely judging by the way you just keep trying to spread yourself further and further, like it’ll get him to move faster. 

 He crawls back up your body, face level with yours as he teases your entrance with a finger. You let out the cutest sounds, brow furrowing like you’re focused as you shift your hips in a silent demand that Mike does not follow. 

 His face is slick with you, and he knows you can taste yourself as he forces you into another long kiss. You let out an honest-to-god sob when he pushes his finger inside of you, throwing your head back and clenching around him while praising, “Yes, yes, yes, fuck, tha—thank you.”

 Mike pumps in and out a few times, finds your spot with ease and massages over it until he sees true tears leaking from your eyes. 

 Then, he pulls out, slaps a hand over your cunt, and warns, “Don’t thank me just yet.”

 Your chest heaves as you stare at the ceiling seemingly in shock. Mike raises to his knees and wipes his chin on his shoulder, glances back just in time to see you sit up and attempt to tackle him back on the bed. 

 Mike snorts, catching you by the wrists and leaning in close. “What do you think you’re gonna do?”

 Your eyes are a little wild, lips kiss-swollen, body marked to hell and back from Mike’s mouth. You just can’t get enough, shamelessly cock hungry, and god, he is so glad he's here to witness it. To be a part of it. Maybe he should send Zeke a gift basket, an edible arrangement or something. Thanks for letting me satisfy your girl since you can’t. 

 It takes no effort to lay you back down, just like it takes no effort to flip you over. Mike raises your hips, enjoys the view of you whining into his pillow for a second, then turns his sights to your ass. He gives it a couple spanks, biting his lip at the way it makes you clench your muscles, then spreads your cheeks and spits. 

 “M-Mi—”

 “‘S’okay,” he tells you before letting more of his saliva drip from his mouth and land on your asshole. “Gonna feel good, I promise.”

 He’s never done this with you before, not that he hasn’t wanted to, but he figures if there’s any night to go all out, it’s this one. 

 The first press of his tongue against your hole has you inhaling sharply, and the first press of his fingers into your pussy has you moaning low in your throat. Just like that, you relax for him. Mike works himself inside of you, opening you up until you’re nothing more than a drooling mess on his bed. You allow him to lick inside of you, to take in every exposed part of you as he rubs your g-spot over and over. 

 “Mm, gonna… gonna…” Your words are thick and wet. Mike isn’t even sure you realize that you’re speaking. He knows what you’re trying to say, though, so with a mischievous smile, he removes his face and hand, admiring his handiwork as you drop back to the bed and whine for him. 

 There’s a bottle of listerine in his nightstand, one he only planned on using when he would wake up in the early morning hours with that dead animal taste in his mouth. Turns out, it has more than one use. Mike takes a swig so that you won’t freak out if he tries to kiss you after eating your ass, swishes it around, then swallows. 

 “Not supposed to drink that,” you slur, already looking much too fucked-out for someone who hasn’t even taken his dick yet. 

 “Harmless in small doses, babe,” he tells you, recapping the bottle and tossing it back into the open drawer. “If I just chugged all of it, it’d be a different story.”

 You let out a little scoff, mumble something he can’t hear, then ask a little louder, “You ready to fuck me yet?”

 Mike smirks, pushes you to roll over again, then strokes a thumb over your face. “I am literally always ready to fuck you. Just trying to draw it out tonight.” 

 It makes you pout, but he thinks your eyes clear a little. Like you understand what he’s feeling. When you pull him down for another kiss, much softer than all of the previous, Mike smiles—another little snapshot he’d like to tuck away. 

 Without any warning, he pulls the pillows your head is resting on out from under you, snickering at the grunt that leaves you. He taps a hip, “Lift,” and shoves them underneath when you do. He should probably ask if you want him to wear a condom, but that’s nothing more than an afterthought as Mike begins to push into you. 

 “Ohh, thank god, thank god, thank god,” you pant, and Mike chuckles, dipping a hand down to gently stroke over the tissue stretching around his cock. 

 Every shallows thrust pushes more slick from you, and he can’t help but gather some on his finger and hold it to your mouth. You’re quick to lick it off, but instead of dropping his hand, Mike moves to press a thumb to your chin and hold your mouth open. You stick your tongue out, and he mumbles a low, “Such a slut,” before spitting on it. 

 As soon as you swallow Mike snaps his hips forward and starts a hard, fast rhythm. The way your face splits into a crooked grin almost has him coming on the spot, so fucking pleased with yourself, but he wants to make sure you’re seeing stars by the time he’s finished with you—wants to make sure you can’t even get out of his bed. 

 You're sucking in air through your teeth, little hisses that could be from either pain or pleasure, but the way you keep raising yourself off the pillows to meet Mike halfway is a pretty good indicator of which one it is. 

 While your voice seems muted at the time being, your sloppy little cunt is not—lewd, wet noises echoing through Mike's room as well as his head. That fucking squelch he hears every time he pushes in, the mirroring suck whenever he pulls out… You always get messy with him, or maybe he always makes a mess out of you—either way, it's one of the many things Mike adores about you. You were shy about it maybe the first two fucks but not anymore. Now, you wrap your legs around Mike and pull him closer, claw down his back and try your hardest to fuck yourself on his cock until he's laughing in your ear. 

 "Here, hold on."

 You whimper when he pulls out, but it's only to flop down in his back and let you climb on top. He expects some kind of break, a single second to breathe, but you just sink down on his length and let your head hang back. 

 "Mmygod," you moan, taking him in as far as you can then rocking back and forth. 

 Mike can feel your thighs break out in goosebumps, traces a finger over your arm to find the same effect and hums. Bracing yourself on his chest, you plant your feet on the mattress and bounce like your life depends on it, that drunken smile back in place as Mike coos, "That's it, baby, take what you need." 

 He reaches up to grope your tits, cupping both of them, brushing calloused palms over each nipple. It makes you arch your back and gasp, but the rhythm of your hips doesn't stop. Mike can feel the way your pussy is drooling on him, slick little rivers that add to that filthy, beautiful symphony. He wants to hear it every night on repeat. Most played song of—

 "Oh fuck, oh fuck," you whine, and Mike reaches between your spread legs to press a thumb against your clit, fingertips digging into the meat of your thigh as he rubs in tiny circles. 

 You sit and take it for several seconds before your eyes find his, widen, then roll as you start to come. 

 Mike takes over, lifting and lowering you on his cock as you twitch and cry for him. You're so pretty like this, hair out of place, damp with sweat and tears, thighs painted with your own orgasm. He doesn't want this to end. He doesn't want this to be the last time. 

 With your pussy still spasming around him, Mike switches positions again, lays you down like before and situates his head between your legs to idly lick everything that's dripped out of you. Your legs are shaking, kitten-like mewls meeting his ears. You jump whenever he runs his tongue over your clit, but you never move to stop him or swat him away. 

 Mike waits for you to go boneless before scooping you up and sitting on the edge of the bed. You're clumsy and slow as you straddle his lap, letting him slip inside you once more, but it's nowhere near as frantic as before. 

 He guides with gentle hands under your thighs, coaxes you to uncurl them from underneath you and wrap around his waist instead. Chest to chest, you rise and fall together. Mike breathes heavily into your neck as he hits that unforgiving wall inside of you. It makes you wince, but you don't shy away from him. 

 He's careful after that, makes sure everything he does is slow, tender, and when he sees fresh tears shining in your eyelashes, he knows it isn't from anything he's doing to you. 

 Mike is able to suck a few more bruises onto your neck and shoulders before he feels you nose at his cheek. Your kiss is dream-like, deep and relaxed but so full, and Mike knows he would be able to just do that all night if his orgasm wasn't about to run into him like a train. 

 He breaks away, looks to the ceiling only to have little fingers curl around his jaw and bring him back. You watch him with half-lidded eyes, bottom lip sucked between your teeth, and that expression—that need to see—it makes the cord in Mike's gut snap. He sees a vague twinkle in your gaze as his jaw drops then blackness as his eyes are suddenly facing the back of his god damn skull. 

 Every line of cum he shoots inside you has him groaning, his fingers digging into the swell of your ass as he fills you up. You purposely squeeze him, clenching on his cock to milk him of everything he has until Mike is shuddering and whispering, "Okay, okay, okay."

 "Okay?" You question then squeeze him again, giggling when he grunts and twitches. 

 Lying back on the bed, Mike lets you pull your legs out from under him, but you remain straddling his waist as you lean forward to lay on his chest. It’s quiet for a long time. A different Jurassic Park movie is playing now, the music too intense for the deep, even breaths you’re taking, for the way you’re lightly tapping Mike’s shoulder in time with his heartbeat. 

 His head is beginning to clear again, the lust and excitement ebbing away into those reflective thoughts that always seem to hit him after a mindblowing orgasm. It’s mostly questions: Why are you doing this? Why is he doing this? Why can’t you keep doing this? Why didn’t you pick him? Why don’t you want—

 “Okay, I gotta get up,” you grumble. “I can actually feel your cum dripping out of me.”

 Mike snorts, looking over his nose at you. “Never complained about it before.”

 You push yourself off of him, both of you hissing at the sensation, then Mike watches you stand and glance around, probably trying to figure out which door is for the closet and which is for the bathroom.

 “It’s the one on the left,” he grunts, staring at your ass a little too long and suppressing a groan when he catches sight of white fluid streaming down your thighs. “God dammit.”

 The toilet flushes, the shower starts, and Mike is left to wonder if you need the alone time or if he should treat this like any other time and join you. Are you in there trying to wash him off of you or—

 “You comin’?” You peak out from the door, wet hair dripping, tired smile in place. 

 “Just did,” he shoots back while sitting up. Like every other time. Just keep it casual. 

 The water is hot, but you’re even hotter as you lather your hair in shampoo and soap up your body. Since he’s back to pretending like this is nothing more than your old routine, Mike has no problem pressing himself against you from behind, running his hands up your sides, “helping” in the bathing process by squeezing your tits, feeling the suds get caught in the webs of his fingers. 

 “You’re playing with fire, Zacharias,” you tell him, and he can see your lips pulling into a smirk. “You need to stop unless you wanna go for round two.”

 He nips at your earlobe, uncaring of the soap that gets in his mouth. “Or three, or four.”

 You laugh and turn to face him, but your eyes are shut as you rinse your hair. It gives Mike time to admire all the marks he’s left on you—too many, probably—and he doubts you’ll be very happy with him once you notice, but fuck, you’re so pretty covered in him. 

 The shower ends. Mike expects you to ask for a ride back to the dorms (that he doesn’t understand why you’re still living in), but it turns out you’re not all talk. After sitting on the couch for only a few minutes, trying to make sense of the dinosaur movie you’ve walked in on halfway, you’re crawling into his lap again, teeth dragging over his neck this time as your hand trails down his torso to rub over his rapidly growing cock.

 “Oh, shit, I didn’t actually think you were serious,” he chuckles through a kiss.

 You grind down on him, bite his lower lip, then remind him, “I told you I was frustrated.”

 He smirks, gives your hair a little tug that makes you moan, then makes sure his words just ghost over your mouth when he teases, “Like a bitch in heat.”

 This time he takes you over the armrest of the couch, leaves you swollen and dripping his cum again. 

 Another shower, the steam on top of such vigorous activity has both of you deliriously tired, and Mike is honest when he tells you, “I really shouldn’t drive now. I’m about to pass out.”

 “You and me both.” 

 So, you slip into one of his shirts and crawl into bed with him, but neither of you get more than a couple hours of sleep before the morning sun is shining in through the window. Mike’s grumpy groan very quickly turns to one of interest when he feels you push your ass against his morning wood, and then you’re at it again. He’s never fucked this much in such a short amount of time, and he can’t imagine doing it every day or even every other day. In fact, he thinks he might be a little burnt out for a bit. Unless it’s with you, of course. He’ll always make an exception if it’s you moaning his name and hiking a leg over his hip and milking him dry. He guesses if this is the last time he gets to do this for the foreseeable future, he’s at least made it worth it.

 Back in your little party outfit, you step up into Mike’s Jeep and almost doze off in the short time it takes to get to student housing, but you’re roused when he pulls into the parking lot and steps on the breaks just a little too hard.

 Mike snickers when you jolt forward and grunt, cutting your eyes at him and muttering, “Fucker,” before undoing your seatbelt and leaning over to pull him into another kiss. He cradles the back of your head, holds you there for too long as he tries to make you feel everything he’s feeling through tangled tongues, little nips, and the string of spit that stretches between two bottom lips. 

 He thinks he’s been good at hiding it, but now as you’re about to slip out and away, those words are lodged in Mike’s throat again, and no amount of swallowing will get rid of them. He takes a deep breath and forces one of those horribly insincere smiles, and you can tell because the look you give him is thoughtful and sorry, and your voice comes out as a whisper when you say his name, “Miche.”

 “Hm?”

 “Uh… Thanks.”

 He lets out a humorless laugh and asks, “For last night? This morning?”

 “For everything. I mean, last night and this morning were incredible, like… Incredible. But, it’s more than that. For helping me with everything you have in the last year or so.”

 Mike’s heart drops into his stomach, and he sits back in his seat as his mind starts racing because this doesn’t sound like gratitude; this sounds like goodbye. 

 But, why? He’ll see you on campus in a day or so, at the PKA parties you end up going to. You probably won’t be able to attend a ton of his games, but that’s fine. He understands. Are you just being dramatic—sad that you won’t be able to fuck him anymore?

 He can’t ask any of this, settles with a half-hearted, “Yeah, no problem,” as he fights the confused frown that’s slowly taking over his face. 

 “I’ll see you around,” you tell him.

 Mike nods and watches as you slide out and start walking to the bland building. He doesn’t like how that just ended. It doesn’t sit right in his head or his gut. It could be that you’re already regretting it. It could be that you're fearful of the consequences. It could be that you think this might be the final straw in your friendship. You’d be wrong on that one, though. Mike is willing to let you get away with a lot—too much—before he runs. You can use him in whatever way you need, and he’ll keep coming back. He just can’t help it.  

 *

 That had been a bad idea. A really, really fucking bad idea. The ache in you has been completely satiated, and you loved being able to hang out (and fuck) Mike—wouldn’t really trade it—but as you walk up the stairs to Zeke’s apartment sore as all get out and see his face when he swings the door open, it really hits you—

 That had been a terrible idea. 

 “Why the fuck did Eren say he saw you leave the party with Zacharias?”

 “Alright, I’m just gonna turn around,” you say, pivoting back toward the staircase because you really don’t like the way Zeke’s tone is tying your stomach in knots and making your neck prickle. You haven’t ever been one to be scared of men, but in this moment, you would much prefer to not be anywhere near him. 

 “No, no, let’s talk about this,” he says with a suck of his teeth.

 His grip on your arm is just shy of painful, and you take note of the way he forcefully guides you into the apartment rather than tugs you. 

 You chew on the inside of your cheek, setting your purse down on the counter as you follow him over to the couch. Zeke sits down at the other end facing you, as always, blue eyes narrow behind his glasses. “So, is it true?”

 “Yeah,” you admit before diving headfirst into a lie, “It was just to play videogames, though. Neither of us were diggin’ the party, so—”

 “That so?”

 You nod. “We used to all the time.”

 “And, what else did the two of you used to do?” He mocks, and you keep your mouth shut, bottom jaw sliding as your lower lip starts to quiver. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

 “Thank whatever you want, Zeke. I was just hanging out with my best friend, okay?”

 “Your best friend?” He snaps. “Tell me, sweetheart, just why might you be covered up head to fucking toe, hm?”

 You cringe inwardly, taken back to the debate you’d had with yourself in front of the mirror. Your normal casual wear would show off some of the bruises Mike had littered you with—cold spoons can only do so much—but getting buttoned up would be suspicious. You had opted for the latter, hoping it would escape Zeke’s notice, but of course it didn’t. 

 Now, you’re sweating in your jeans and a fucking turtleneck you’ve never even worn before, and Jesus Christ, you just want to leave. Zeke is hot, but not hot enough to put up with this kind of bullshit.

 “Don’t have a comeback for that one, do ya’?”

 Mental note: kick Eren’s ass next time you see him. You knew that kid rubbed you the wrong way for a reason. 

 You don’t know who to be more upset with, the little brother or yourself. You could be irritated at Mike if you really wanted to—he hadn’t been subtle about wanting you last night, but then again, you hadn’t really expected him to, and you can’t find it in yourself to fault him for his feelings. There’s no way you could actually be mad at him.

 This is your fault. You need to deal with the consequences without bringing anyone else into it.

 “What d’you want me to say, Zeke? What’s the right answer here?” You ask exasperatedly. 

 “The fucking truth!”

 “We hooked up, alright? I fucked him! ‘Cause you don’t wanna fuck me, which would be fine if you’d just tell me why, but you won’t!” You’re starting to breathe a little heavy, voice rising as you continue, “I feel like you’re just waiting to see how long it’ll take for me to lose it, and apparently it was last night, and you know what?” You grin at him, nerves on fire the more you let every frustration fly from your mouth. “It was awesome. It was so fucking good, you don’t even understand.”

 Zeke’s eyebrows are high as he lets your little rant die off, obviously annoyed when he asks, “You finished?”

 “I think I am,” you laugh. 

 “Fantastic. Take your shirt off.”

 You choke on your tongue. “Excuse me?”

 “You heard me. Take. Your shirt. Off.”

 “No!"

 “You just said you wanted me to fuck you, so—”

 “Not right fucking now!” Even if you wanted him to, you wouldn’t be able to take him. You don’t think you’ve ever been so sore after having sex, but that could also have something to do with the multiple rounds of being impaled on Mike’s horse cock. God, you already miss it. 

 “Swear to god, if you don’t take it off right now—”

 “You’ll do what? What’ll you do, Zeke?”

 Your breath gets caught in your throat when he lunges at you, one foot planted on the ground as his other knee digs into the couch in a way that cages you in. His nails scratch against your skin as he pulls roughly at the material, and you hear the sound of threads splitting as you grunt and squirm and try to keep the terror rising in your chest at bay because this is not happening. This is not happening. 

 Zeke manages to rip the turtleneck off of you, and you shiver on the cushions as his eyes trace over every inch of you he can see, icy blue somehow becoming colder and colder. 

 “One,” he growls, shoving a finger into your neck. It smarts the way every bruise does, and you bat his hand away only for him to move it to the skin just beneath your collarbone. “Two.” He shoves your bra up to find hickeys three and four, making you wince as he digs a fingertip into both. “Five,” your ribs. “Six,” your stomach. “Seven,” your hip. 

 Your face is incredibly warm, tears stuck at your waterline as humiliation washes over you in waves. And naturally, it just gets worse. 

 “Are you gonna take your pants off, or will I have to?”

 You aren’t breathing deep enough anymore, and you can feel a burning in your lungs as a result. When you don’t answer quick enough, Zeke threatens, “I’ll rip them if I have to.”

 “They’re denim,” you snark, but that last piece of attitude is stomped out when he unbuttons and unzips your pants and tugs each corner, effectively tearing past the zipper. 

 You let out something frighteningly close to a whimper as he pulls them off, then sits between your legs and starts counting the marks dotted along your thighs. 

 “I’ve gotta hand it to him—Zacharias is a pretty thorough guy.” He pinches you a couple times, chuckling at the way you jump and hiss. “Did you like it when he was treating you like a fucking fire hydrant? Marking his territory like a dog?”

 “Shut up,” you grit, sitting up only to get shoved back down by a hand that curls around your throat. 

 You stare at Zeke with huge eyes, finally letting that fear bloom inside you—what is he about to do? What is he about to do?—and as he leans over you, tears start streaming down the sides of your face.

 He lets out a condescending little, "Oh," then lowers his face to run his lips over your temple and whispers, "Don't be scared. It's okay."

 A gentle kiss, and then he pushes himself up, stands, then disappears into his room. You stay on the couch, trying to catch the breath you didn't realize you'd been holding. Shivering as you sit up, you reach for your close only to find them ruined. 

 Zeke must have known that the moment he ripped them off of you (honestly, you should have known too) because when he returns, he tosses a ball of material at you—an old t-shirt and pajama pants. 

 "I'm gonna throw a pizza in the oven. That okay with you?" 

 You blink at him, unable to respond as he glances over his shoulder and makes a face like he's annoyed. 

 "What, are you stupid on top of slutty now? I asked if that was okay with you."

 "I—Ye—I need to leave," you mumble, quickly slipping the clothes on and standing. "I'm gonna leave."

 "How about you just chill and watch a movie instead?" 

 "Why would I want to—"

 The look Zeke gives you is chilling, mouth downturned, one eyebrow raised. It's a challenge, one you don't have the energy or fight to rise to, so you drop back onto the cushions and sigh. 

 It’s fine. You’re fine. He didn’t go nearly as far as you thought he was about to—just got upset. He had a reason to, right? There were better ways to handle it, a fucking conversation for example, but at least now he’s giving you a little space, cooling down in the kitchen while you gather your thoughts. You could go without the name-calling, though. 

 He just lost his temper, wanted to remind you that it’s him you’re with. You have been for a few months now. And, until now, Zeke has been a nice albeit slightly arrogant guy. He’s personable, he’s smart, he’s funny. Most importantly, he’s level-headed. You probably just pushed him a little too far. It could have been worse. It could be worse.

 You play it over and over in your head as Zeke hands you a plate with a slice of pizza on it. You play it when he sits down and throws an arm around you. Then, you play it when he walks you to your car that evening and kisses you like nothing ever happened.

 Could be worse. Could be worse.

 *

 Mike curls his tongue over his bottom lip and squints at the array of cups on the table across from him, picking one out before tossing the ping pong ball with a flick of his wrist. 

 It bounces off one of the cups' rims, and Nile easily snatches it up and smirks at him. 

 "Dude," Erwin starts, frowning when Mike turns to him. "Why do you suck so much tonight?"

 Mike rolls his eyes. "Man, fuck off."

 "No, I'm serious. What's up with you?"

 "Nothin'. Just having an off night."

 "More like off week," Erwin scoffs. "Month."

 Gelgar sinks his ball into the middle cup, and Mike quickly reaches forward to grab it, extracting the plastic before downing the beer. 

 Erwin is right, but Mike refuses to tell him that. He's been off since the last party a couple weeks ago, the last time he saw you—last time he touched you. He's spotted you around campus several times since, but you're always hanging off Zeke's arm, and Mike isn't about to pry you off him (despite how much he wants to).

 Honestly, he's a little surprised at how close you still are with him, how unaffected your relationship is by the hookup. Maybe Zeke just never found out. Mike has tried to ask you about it, sent more than one text, but they've gone unanswered which is a concern all on its own. Two weeks without talking at all. Mike feels like he's going insane.

 Could it be that you're mad at him, upset that you gave into temptation and you're blaming Mike instead of yourself? He understands the need to scratch that itch, but if you really hadn't wanted to fuck, you could have just said so. 

 Mid-terms are next week, so Mike figures if you still haven't talked to him by then, it's definitely time to worry about the state of the friendship. He's trying not to get himself worked up, but honestly, just the thought of you being upset with him is enough to make his stomach roll. He just needs one text. One everything's fine. That shouldn't be too hard for you, right? 

 Mike misses another shot and swears to himself, sticking a middle finger up at Erwin when he throws his arms out. 

 "It's just beer pong, bro. Calm down."

 The party is like every other—loud music, rowdy college kids, too many girls Mike doesn't care about making eyes at him from across the room. He really just wants to go home, but he can't help but stay in hopes that you might show up. It's highly unlikely, but that slim chance keeps him rooted to the spot, missing cups left and right until Nile and Gelgar win. 

 Erwin is not happy as he drinks his share of the remaining beer. Once he finishes the last, he tells Mike, "You owe me for that pathetic fucking display. Tell me what's going on."

 Mike comes close to just turning his back and walking away, but he can see that even through his irritation, Erwin is worried for him. 

 Running a hand through his hair, Mike just asks if Erwin has heard from you at all recently. "I just can't get ahold of her, and I can't tell if it's 'cause she's busy or ignoring me or what."

 Erwin's thick eyebrows knit together as he shakes his head. "No, I haven't talked to her in a while. Did something happen between the two of you?" 

 "I mean, we hooked up at the last party—"

 "Oh, that ended up happening?" Erwin asks, surprised. 

 Even after making up last semester, Mike has tried to keep the details of his sex life with you to himself and away from Erwin specifically.  After the shit he pulled that drove the rift between them in the first place, Mike isn't willing to be quite as open about you as he previously was, but he did have to break that code at the last party when he was convinced you would end up fucking. Buzzed and excited while still at the house, Mike had asked Erwin if he'd be cool with the two of you using his room (with the promise of cleaning up, of course), before you ended up just retreating to the quietness of Mike's apartment instead. 

 So, Erwin knew the potential that evening had, but Mike never followed up with him until now. 

 "Yeah, it did."

 "Well, what did Zeke think of it?"

 Mike shrugs his shoulders. "Dunno. She hasn't talked to me since then."

 "Shit." Erwin looks genuinely taken aback. "It's been that long?"

 "Yeah. I'm trying not to freak out, but like—"

 "No, I get you. If I end up hearing from her before you do, I'll let you know."

 Mike nods, "Thanks, bro," and forces a smile when Erwin claps him on the back, then breaks away from his friend to mope around somewhere else. 

 What if something happened? What if Zeke had found out and lost his temper with you? Mike will murder him if he finds out that four-eyed fuck put his hands on you. Gruesomely murder.  

 If he could take back what you both shared that night, he would. Things seemed to be getting somewhat back to normal between you—talking and making dumb jokes, like you were actually comfortable around him despite your boyfriend. If Mike had known one last night would fuck that progress up, he wouldn't have ever brought it up. 

 Then again, you had told him. I don't wanna fuck things up with Zeke. And, he had still pushed, tried to get you to give in, and god, that's embarrassing. Mike is glad you called him out on his shit, but looking back on it still makes his face heat. That was fucked up. He fucked up.

 "It's Mike, right?" 

 Mike's eyes snap downward, caught off guard by the girl suddenly standing in front of him, dainty fingers with painted nails clutched around a beer bottle. It's the same kind you would drink only to end up giving it to Mike. 

 "Uh, yeah, that's me."

 The girl smiles at him. He's seen her around the college, events shared between both frats and sororities, and the more Mike looks at her face, the more he recognizes her as one of the chicks who used to hang around the baseball team a lot. In fact, he's pretty sure she's—

 "I'm Rhi. You played really well yesterday. I was watching you."

 "Thanks."

 She bats her eyelashes at him as she returns, "You're welcome," then clicks her tongue and asks, "So, who ya' lookin' for?" in a sing-song voice. 

 "What do you mean?" 

 "I mean, you've been scanning this room for the last, like, fifteen minutes. Looking like you're playing Where's Waldo or something."

 Mike snorts, flipping hair from his face as he lies, "No one in particular." 

 He recognizes the look of satisfaction that blooms on Rhi's face, has seen it many times before on many different girls. It makes him sigh inwardly because he really could not be any less interested. 

 "That's good." Rhi's wide grin shrinks into a smirk before she adds, "I was hoping you'd say that."

 Mike feels his mouth tug up on one side in what he's pretty sure comes off as a sad little smile. 

 Fuck it, though. At least she's pretty. 

 *

 Things don't change all that much between you and Zeke. After spending a day or two rationalizing, you're able to look at him and smile again, to laugh at his jokes and listen to his tangents. He's back to playing with your fingers on the table while you sit face to face for lunch, back to shoving his hand in your back pocket while you walk around campus. It's like nothing ever happened. 

 If anything, you start spending even more time with him. He walks with you to and from class whenever he can, tells you to come watch his practices because the teammates he's closest with—his best friends—want to get to know you better. It's all normal, and you get used to the slight change in routine without a problem. You like the Galliard brothers, Marcel who plays shortstop and Porco, the catcher, so it isn't a chore to hang out with them after games and practice.

 What is a chore is watching Zeke talk with his bubbly ex as he walks with her to the science building you're waiting at. Leaning against the brick wall under an awning, you squint as they approach. Rhi is looking at him with those huge, entranced eyes you know too well, a little too much pep in her step making her tits bounce in a way that's fucking impossible to ignore. 

 You shouldn't be territorial. If anything, you should probably still be mad for the stunt he had pulled with you, but… if he gets to be possessive, so do you. It only makes sense. 

 'Cause that's how healthy relationships work, you think with a snort, pushing yourself off the wall when they both stop in front of you. 

 "Babe, you remember Rhi," Zeke reintroduces her like you haven't been at least a little wary of her for the last couple months. 

 "Yeah," you nod, forcing a smile. "How are you?"

 "I'm great!" She grins, looking at Zeke for one reason or another, like he needs to approve her answer, which is fucking dumb, but you also kind of understand because that's just the effect he has on people. 

 "Glad to hear it." You turn your attention to your boyfriend, content to ignore her from here on out, and ask, "Did you wanna grab something to eat before practice?" 

 “Yeah,” he nods before glancing at Rhi and offering a, “Catch you later,” that sounds too promising for your liking. 

 You don’t glare at the other girl as the two of you leave, but you definitely do not smile, and as Zeke drives you both to your favorite cafe, you whine to Hitch through texts.

 i wouldn’t be too worried about it, she tells you. she’s in my psych class and she’s kinda dumb. i doubt zeke wants to put up with that again. probs why he dumped her in the first place

 You try to appear unbothered through lunch, but you’ve had a pretty shitty day so far—woke up late, probably failed a quiz, got no response from Mike despite texting him three times in rapid succession, and then you had to witness that doe-eyed little brat blatantly pine for—

 “You know, you don’t have any right to be jealous, right?” Zeke asks after swallowing a bite of salad. 

 You blink at him, having to process for a second before you understand what he’s saying. And, why he’s saying it. How can he just read your mind like that? You don’t think you’ll ever understand. 

 “‘M not jealous,” you mumble, stirring soup you really have no intention of eating. 

 Zeke smirks across from you. “No?”

 “I’m just having a bad day. Don’t make assumptions just ‘cause I didn’t smile at your little ex.”

 His expression of self-satisfaction falls into a frown, and he asks what’s going on. When you tell him, you purposely leave out the detail about Mike ignoring you because it would only further Zeke’s point about you having no right to get possessive especially considering how fucking upset you are about the matter. Why the fuck isn’t he talking to you?

 “Want me to help take the edge off?” Zeke asks when you finish venting.

 You look at him with one raised eyebrow, tempted to reply with a smart-aleck ‘only if you plan on seeing it through’, but that sounds like too much of an ultimatum, too manipulative. You’ve made it this long without being a shady bitch, and you have no intention of becoming one. 

 He can see the gears turning in your head, leans forward and grabs your hand before urging, “Come over. Skip your evening class, and we can just… Relax.”

 You snort when he wriggles his eyebrows suggestively, possibly the first time you’ve smiled today. “I really shouldn’t skip. We’re reviewing for our exam next week.”

 “All the more reason to. You’re not getting any new information. You can just go back over it on your own.”

 He has a point. You have all the notes and PowerPoints, and the idea of just lounging and fucking is very tempting since the last time you had sex was the night with Mike.

 And, just like that, your stomach is in knots again. Why won’t he just text back?

 Sighing, you come to the conclusion that a distraction is exactly what you need.

 “Yeah, okay. That sounds nice.”

 “Oh, I’ll make sure it’s more than nice.”

 Zeke finishes his meal then asks for a to-go bowl for yours, and after about fifteen minutes, you’re in his apartment. 

 “Let’s watch something while my food settles, and then we can you know…”

 “You know,” you mimic, putting the leftovers up in the fridge then joining him on the couch.

 He turns on some underground horror movie that doesn’t exactly set the mood, but you power through about half of it before all but throwing yourself at Zeke as soon as he pats his lap.

 Chuckling, he helps take your shirt off, kisses your collarbone and murmurs, “Damn, should we just move straight to the bedroom?”

 “I literally could not give less of a fuck. Whatever you wanna do.”

 He grips your thighs and stands, making you hold onto his shoulders for dear life as he walks into the back and drops you on his bed. You immediately kick your pants off, a constant stream of ‘yes yes yes’ running through your mind. You need this. God, you need this. 

 But, when Zeke curls over you, he doesn’t feel broad enough, and when he kisses you, his beard is too thick, and when he trails his hands down your body, they’re barely calloused. 

 You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to turn your brain off—please, just turn off—because you should only be thinking of Zeke. 

 Zeke who circles your nipple with his tongue, who brushes fingers over your bare pussy and groans at how the sensation makes you arch into his mouth. 

 “Can’t wait to stuff this pretty cunt,” he breathes before grazing his teeth over pebbled flesh. 

 His voice isn’t deep enough. His blue eyes have a different shine from the green you're so used to.

 Fuck, fuck, fuck, just let him—

 Shimmying down your body, Zeke spreads you open and pushes spit from his mouth to land on your clit and drip downward. It makes you gasp, and you feel that familiar throb of arousal that grows when he starts rubbing soft circles over the sensitive bundle. 

 “Oh, shit,” you huff.

 Heat pools between your legs as he continues the motion, only stopping to replace his finger with his mouth. 

 You let out a high-pitched moan, thinking to yourself, what about pillows? You can get a better angle with pillows. It doesn’t matter in the long run as he drags his tongue over your entrance, dipping inside for just a second before going back to swirling the muscle around your clit. 

 A finger is pushed into you a little too roughly. It’s not quite long enough, not quite thick enough, but it still feels good, especially once Zeke finds your g-spot and massages it until you’re whimpering and begging for more.

 “You think you’re ready, sweetheart?” He speaks into your thigh, a thigh that was once littered with dark bruises from another mouth. 

 “Yes,” you pant. “Yes, please, please, Zeke.” Even his name feels foreign falling from your lips despite having said it hundreds of times.

 You don’t understand why your mind is sabotaging you like this. You’ve been desperate for Zeke for months now, so why is it that you’re finally getting what you want but can only think about Mike? What is wrong with you?

 He scissors two fingers inside of you, making sure you’re nice and stretched, and you want to tell him to hurry up, that you’ve taken someone substantially longer and thicker, because yeah, Zeke has a nice cock, big enough to be satisfying, flushed pink at the tip and dripping, but it’s doubtful that he’s gonna hurt you. 

 He has a lovely upward curve that drags over your spot as he slides into you, and it makes you groan, eyebrows knitting together as Zeke swears.

 “Fuck, you feel good,” he breathes, giving a few experimental thrusts. 

 You can take him without issue, wet and stretched, and god yes, finally. Finally. His pace quickens, coarse hairs on his pelvis rubbing against your clit and causing your eyes to roll back. Locking your ankles around his waist, you grin at the new angle, and Zeke huffs out an appreciative, “So fucking sexy when you smile for me, baby.” You stick your tongue between your teeth, something between a moan and a laugh leaving your throat, and he coos another, “Feel good?”

 “Ye-es.”

 Your mind is finally cleared—for a few minutes, at least—until Zeke pulls out and tells you to turn over. “Hands and knees.”

 You comply, and when Zeke spreads your cheeks and shoves his cock back into your wet pussy, the memory of Mike’s tongue on your asshole flashes through your brain. 

 “Jesus Christ,” you whine. 

 Zeke’s balls slap your clit with every snap of his hips, the sound of skin on skin ringing through the room. It’s so fucking lewd, the sweat breaking out on both of you only making the noises more obscene. The fingers of one hand are gripping you tightly while Zeke brings his other down on your ass with a little too much force. The burning that follows feels good, makes you hiss and push back against him.

 Pulling out so that only his cockhead is inside you, Zeke stills to focus solely on spanking you, alternating between cheeks as heat radiates from them. You cry and keep moving to the best of your ability, fucking yourself on his length as you get lost in sensation. 

 You lose track of time. Zeke switches between abusing your ass and leaning over you to grope your tits. No matter what he’s doing, you’re moaning, and eventually your own hand travels between your legs to play with your clit, the pressure in your gut becoming too much. You need to come, need that release, and when your back arches and your muscles tense, Zeke growls against your spine, “Fuck yes, come on my cock—just wanna feel you—”

 He lets out a little, “Ha,” when you pulse around him, gushing slick and leaving you overstimulated as he continues to fuck into you harshly. 

 Your arms give out, elbows buckling and sending you falling face first into the pillow. Every noise you make grows in volume but remains muffled. Zeke is relentless in his strokes, but he thankfully doesn’t last much longer, droplets of sweat landing on your back as he curls over you once again, breathing heavily into your ear, “Can I come inside? Lemme come inside you.”

 Before you can realize what you’re doing, you shake your head, turning your cheek to the cushion and panting, “No, don’t.”

 It shouldn’t matter. You’re protected, and you’ve done it before, but…

 You only want to do that for one person. You don’t want to let anyone else.

 “Don’t, Zeke, I—”

 “Did you let him come in you?” He suddenly asks. “Did you let him fill you with cum?”

 He reaches around you to pinch your clit, and you squeal and squirm, trying to get him to drop his hand, but he doesn’t, just holds it with two fingers and taps the swollen bud without mercy. 

 “Did you?”

 “No!” You lie, voice rising. “Fuck, I didn’t let him!”

 Zeke scoffs. “I don’t believe you,” pinching hard enough to make tears spring up in your eyes before letting go. He returns to your hips, blunt fingernails digging into your skin as he gives a few more thrusts and groans, spilling into you then moving you back and forth on his cock, watching his own cum get pushed further into your hole and coat the entirety of his length.

 “God dammit, what the fuck, Zeke?” You speak through gritted teeth, shoving back against him suddenly and with enough force to make him lose his balance and fall backward. You can feel thick fluid dripping down your thighs and turn to glare at him only to find him smirking at you. 

 The space behind your eyes grows hot with tears you refuse to shed in front of him. Instead, you get up and walk to the bathroom, slamming the door and locking it before sitting down on the toilet with your head in your hands. 

 You shouldn’t be as upset as you are, generally like the feeling of guys releasing inside of you. It’s just hot. But, you had not wanted it this time. You weren’t ready for it, and now you can’t help but feel… tainted. 

 You pee then hop into the shower to rinse off, to cleanse yourself and calm down, and once the hot water has drained you of most of your anger, you slip into one of Zeke’s t-shirts and go back outside. He’s in sweatpants, sipping on water as he stares at the TV.

 “Feel better?” He questions without actually looking at you.

 You’re free to roll your eyes, but you think you sound convincing when you answer, “Yeah, a lot.”

 He hums. “Didn’t seem like it.”

 “I mean,” you sigh and move to sit down next to him, one leg tucked under you as you think about how you want to word what’s on your mind. “When I ask you not to do something, I, you know, want you to actually listen."

 Now, he turns to look at you wearing an expression frighteningly similar to the one he'd worn the day he humiliated you on the very couch you're sitting in. 

 "Oh, so you want me to respect your wishes." He doesn't sound at all sympathetic. "Kind of like I wanted you to respect mine before you went and fucked Zacharias."

 "Alright," you drawl. "We're back to this again. Awesome."

 He didn't ever explicitly ask you not to sleep with anyone else. At that point, you don't know if Zeke even saw you as a legitimate girlfriend. And, you understand why he's annoyed by your actions, but you're getting extremely fucking tired of him dangling it over your head. 

 "Uh, yeah, we are."

 Taking a deep breath, you try to keep a level head, to appear collected when you tell him, "Look, I see your frustration. I get it. But, me sleeping with Mike is a little different than—"

 "How?" Zeke cuts you off. "How is it different?"

 "Because what you did in there was against my fucking will. I told you not to come inside me, and you still did."

 Zeke is on his feet in an instant. "Is that a fucking accusation?"

 "No, no," you hold your hands up in defense as you peer up at him. "I'm not trying to say that everything that happened in there was non-consensual—"

 "Sounds a lot like you are."

 You're starting to panic. You don't like how hostile he's getting when he isn't even trying to understand you. 

 "You're trying to fill in blanks that aren't there, Zeke. I'm not trying to accuse you or get you in trouble or anything. I'm trying to explain how fucked up—how scary—it is for someone to ignore your boundaries in the bedroom."

 He makes a little, "Tch," then mutters, "You're blowing it out of proportion." 

 It's about the worst thing he could say to you. Firstly, he's the one getting offended by the situation, and secondly, it completely invalidates you. 

 "You're the one who was so desperate for sex you went and fucked someone else," he adds. 

 You massage your temples, figure you need to remove yourself before saying something you can't take back. 

 Your phone is still on the armrest where you left it before going to the back, and it lights up with a text—Hitch—and displays the time. It's only five. If you wanted, you could still make it to your six o'clock class. 

 "You know what, I'm gonna put a pin in this so we can both simmer down. We can revisit it later."

 Zeke doesn't seem to like that solution, or lack thereof. You grab your shirt off the floor then pad back to the bedroom to change into the clothes you picked out for the day, texting Hitch back while you're hidden. 

 She had asked what you were up to, and you reply with, at Zeke's. Could you by any chance pick me up? I didn't drive and we just got into a spat. 

 on my way 😘

 You waste a little time before deciding to brave your boyfriend again, simply telling him that you're just gonna go to class and that Hitch is coming to get you. 

 "Fine," he dismisses.

 You think about giving him a little peck but decide against it, opting to just grab your backpack and slip on your shoes. 

 "I'll text you," you tell him. 

 He replies with a short, "Sure," and you take that as your cue to leave. 

 It doesn't take long for Hitch to get there and takes even less time for her to ask what happened. 

 At last, you give her the full scoop (barring Zeke's meltdown after originally finding out you slept with Mike). She frowns almost the whole way through, and you expect her to either soothe you or tell you that he's being an asshole, but instead, she clicks her tongue and mutters, "I don't get why you aren't just dating Mike. Like, yeah, Zeke's hot and all, but you and Mike have always had a thing. And, you both obviously like each other so whyyy," she ends in a frustrated whine. 

 "Because Mike and I…" You trail off. You don't really know, honestly, not for a few seconds at least, and when it hits you, it isn't some big epiphany. It's more like a natural thought. "Because Mike is long-term. If we got together it would be, like, the real deal. And, I don't think either of us are ready for that."

 It feels good to admit both to Hitch and to yourself. You never thought about it in depth before, mostly because while you've known about his feelings for you for a good while, you haven't fully accepted your own. 

 But, if the hurt you're feeling at him not texting you back is anything to go on (not to mention how much you thought of him while fucking Zeke), your fondness for him has probably turned into something more, something deeper. 

 "I don't understand what's so bad about the real deal, but whatever. You guys will sort it out in your own time."

 "I don't know about that," you mumble. "He hasn't talked to me since that morning. Just won't reply to any of my texts or calls."

 "That's weird," Hitch thinks out loud as she pulls into the parking lot. "If anything, I thought he'd be fighting even harder now."

 "Yeah, well, that is clearly not the case." You grab your bag out of the backseat, guessing, "He must be mad at me or something."

 "Maybe. Maybe he's just trying to give you space."

 Shrugging, you get out of the car, forcing a smile as you thank your friend for the ride. 

 "Any time. One more thing, though," Hitch stops you." You tilt your head in curiosity as her face grows uncharacteristically serious. "Next time Zeke uses that against you, tell him to fuck off. And, consider dumping him."

 "I mean, I did fuck up by sleeping with Mike."

 "Yeah, but you and Zeke aren't gonna work if he keeps holding that over you. Something like that isn't supposed to be leverage. If he can't handle it, he needs to leave."

 It's rare that Hitch loses her happy go lucky attitude, so seeing her like this is a little jarring. 

 "I'll take it into consideration."

 As you walk into the dorms, you pout about how your shitty day only got shittier. All you want to do is talk to your best friend, but that's obviously not gonna happen. 

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#mike zacharias x reader #miche zacharias x reader #aot x reader #aot fanfic #tw noncon #tw manipulation #and just to be safe #tw abuse

[szabokazuka]

So the last weeks have been full of anime emotins for me: the end of AOT and some very dramatic moments in JJK (Nanami I miss you already ;(

Like many of you, I feel like reliving the great manga/anime moments with my favorite charactes, so I have decided to do that with fan fictions with my OCs. This is my second time posting fan fics online, so I am looking forward to your feedbacks.

Wihtout further to do, I would like to introduce you to two fan fics that I have been writing in the past months:

AOT fan fic: Undercover Love

JJK fan fic: Ratio of Love (coming soon)

#jjk fanfic #aot fanfiction #aotfanfic #jjk fanfiction #anime fanfic #kento nanami #leviackerman #levi ackerman #nanami kento #nanami x oc #levi x oc #miche zacharias #erwin smith #geto suguru #geto x oc #erwin x oc #miche x oc

[chaotic-nick]

Two.

Pairings: Miche Zacharias x Fem! Reader (ft. Timeskip Haikyuu characters)

Warnings:

Badly written smut at the end, there's too much going on. Car foreplay, slight or mentions of overstimulation and dacryphilia. Reader and Miche are switches.

Wordcount: 4.5k

(A/n):

I'm introducing two of my Oc's, Inori and Michelle, as y/n's friends.

Feedback is always welcome. Especially in the smut part. It's my first time writing it with such a straight face.

It was well planned too!

Special thanks to first mutual on this app for pushing me to post this and challenge myself, @axoxtxhxh

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"You look healthy," He said to Nanaba, entering the kitchen after Mika ran out to the living room where the open television was. Soon they heard her feet thumping along to the song. He dropped her off in time to watch her favourite show. The Backyardigans. Then came a mop of brown hair, hugging Nanaba from behind. "Night Shift?" He asked with a gesture of his hand to Julianna's scrubs. Bright with a pattern of blue and yellow.

"Yea, can't take your blood pressure today, sorry." She apologised, giving Nanaba one last squeeze, swaying her around before letting go. "Thanks for taking care of , Mika." Then looked at Nana, "was able to spend time with her," she finished with a wink.

"Could've told me you were starting today, I could've cooked you something."

Teasingly, Julianna pouted at Nanaba saying, "And you let him go?"

And her answer was only her wife shaking her head with an exaggeration, to show off her undercut. "Right," she laughed, running in the living room one last time to peck Mika's head.

Calling out an 'I love you' after Julianna, Nanaba pulled the wooden chair across Miche's. The brochures laid out with the words 'international' in almost every school name catching her eye. "What's that?"

"So, get this—"Their daughter's scream of delight was followed by her little feet thumping to them. 'Daddy', she jumped excitedly, only stopped by Nana holding her shoulders. "Yes, Mika, dear?" She asked.

"The wolf hunter!" She pointed enthusiastically. Happy with the connection she made.

"That's (Y/n) the libero." Corrected Nanaba, standing up to watch the trailer for the Japanese volleyball team. It was her commercial with her voice narrating her 'origin' as a compilation of best plays played on loop. "Mama's favourite player is Inori—"

"No," Mika's tone a blunt one, "hunter."

"Wolf Hunter?" Nanaba looked at Miche, letting Mika wiggle her shoulders out of her grasp. "MICHE?" She slapped the table to tear his attention from the TV. Deeming the wide-eyed reaction from him weird.

—//—

"And you didn't get her number?" She said in an accused tone, closing her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose. Then stared back at him. She, the one who only 'met' (Y/n) through the playback matches that aired on Thursday nights, seemed more affected than him. How comedic. Nanaba was a rolling ball of expressions that he can't put into words right now.

Though, instead of agreeing with her, he said, "Well, she ran off with her kids," with a shrug of his shoulders. Turning on all four burners to get to work.

"She . . . she's married?" She began, pulling out empty Tupperware, placing them on the table with their lids under. The refrigerator's door left open for Miche to grab ingredients at his command. Soon, with the smell of broth beginning to boil, the kitchen was filled with sounds of him chopping at a speed she dared imitate when alone.

"That's what I thought," Then came the sizzle of ground meat in another pan."But she's got siblings only two years older than Mika." He said, unaffected that he was sweating from the stove's heat. 

"It'll be a miracle before you see her again." She murmured, picking up another brochure once she shut the other after seeing its tuition. "Seems like a nice person though, she your type?"

"I've got my Mika— even if it's on weekends." Always his go-to answer after a failed attempt to get a call from one of his dates after he told them about Mika's existence. And only the answer he'll give when he liked them. "And I've got to thank you for that." Right. So, she is his type. Well, was. She's almost a celebrity.

That had chills running down her spine and spreading on her shoulders. The disgust of her ever finding Miche attractive was unbelievable to her now. "Maybe if I weren't lesbian and in love with you. But bro, what the fu—broccoli. Broccoli."

"Broccoli?"

"She hates them so we . . ." this time, the chills that ran up her spine was from realising that she scared Mika from eating something.

Something that Miche was so stubborn in preaching about.

"Guess why she isn't eating broccoli," venom dripping in every word the last thing he said before he chopped again.

—//—

"I'm sorry," When the ring came off, she felt no more pain. She felt an unusual rush of being free. Freedom and relief making way for her to finally breathe when she placed her ring on top of the prenup on the counter. "But I can't be the wife you want for your son."

The audacity of her to roll her eyes, as if she hadn't made a living hell when Colt's infidelity began. Her casual cruleness and how she's brushed of (Y/n)'s pain after that hurt the jmost.

And still, he didn't do anything. But watch as she picked up her remaining bags.

"(Y/n)," he tried to run after her after the door closed. Her red eyes, begging him to save their relationship was still there even after the door closed. His mother, raising up a  hand with the ring already on her finger stopped him.

She looked at him, composed. Lips pressed in a thin line before reminding him, "You're not fit to be her hus—" only to cut off with (Y/n) still at the door.

This will be the only time she's ever spoken back and will be the last words she'll ever say to her. "You're a "

—//—

"You're zoned out," Hajime clapped his hand on the wooden clipboard at (Y/n)'s left side.

"Manipulator!" was what he earned from her when she snapped back, said in a tone that had both teams resting on the floor looking at her. And then at Hajime, ready to squeeze answers out of him.

He raised his arms up, too quickly that it added more suspicion. He knew it wasn't the best direction, still, he said, "I didn't do anything!"

"He didn't do anything!"Repeated (Y/n), looking at the right corner of the gym where the plastic tables were set up with the crew bustling around their footage. She squinted her eyes to read the number on Colt's back."But photographer number two did."

"So, there was something!"Collectively, they all jumped at the youngest male player's voice. Hinata, again, The sunshine who never ran out of energy. Just as (Y/n) was about to answer she flinched at the 'Kageyama ball' thrown from behind. "You two were really obvious. He looks at you all weird and . . ." 

Like that would stop the ever so bright Hinata from rambling on.

She smiled nervously, approaching Hinata to see his head for herself even when Hajime and Michelle assured her.

Unknown to the pairs of eyes watching her from the table. One full of fondness, the other observing her with an intent to tell his family stories.

He had an inkling that everyone in the girls' team knew of (Y/n)'s past relationship. It started with playful nudges to her forearms whenever he was near them or crouched down to ask (Y/n). At least in their minds, he lived a fantasy of them being together.

Today was normal. Like always, he felt their stares. Somehow heavy with judgement especially from the two. Inori and Michelle. The wing spiker and the setter, always by (Y/n)'s side. He guessed that she had already told them that it was their failed relationship that led her to them.

Long story short, that is.

"You can take a break if you want," his uncle reminded, fingers hovering over the camera his nephew held on. Feigning curiosity, he followed where he was looking, just in time to see the witness the intensity of Janken Pon. "I didn't believe you at first. But look at you staring at her."

"Yea," Colt sighed, eyes fixated on her. Taking in her vibrant smile. He should dare joke that Japan helped her age backwards the next time they talked. He bent his head down, taking off the camera's lanyard."I'm taking that break!" He announced, skipping to his backpack for his wallet.

He'd have his chance to talk to (Y/n) at the vending machines. Thank the gods for whoever invented rock paper scissors. She would've won and it would've been the awkward muscle trainer staring at him.

"You can have thirty minutes," Grice called after. Hand around the phone in his pocket. He flinched when the haphazardly removed vest landed with a 'thud'.

—//—

A fresh pair of kneepads protected her from a fate she couldn't escape. Again. Even in this country, she couldn't escape it.

Kneeling in front of the wide vending machine, she pressed buttons without the need to look at its numbers. Losing to all those games of rock-paper-scissors helped her acquire such skill. One after another their drinks began to land.

"Can I help you?" Came Colt's leather shoes standing next to her open tote nag. Huh, leather shoes in a gym. 

"Nothing I can't handle." She avoided him by taking out the drinks, hoping it'd push him away. It didn't. He just sat on the bench behind her, wallet in hand. She asked without looking up, in a stern tone."Do you want anything?"

"Nah, I'm good." She stole a glance up at the vending machine, seeing the familiar hesitation on his face. Oh how much she used to love it. And hated it equally soon. Seeing him this close though reminded both of them how much they've grown since then.

Colt's face was no longer carefree, whatever that happened after she left weighed him now. And she was now . . . relaxed. How their lives have turned.

"Listen, if we can or if you're ever free you know . . . "

That had her snapping her head too fast. Rather than the same smile he hoped for, she appeared disgusted . . . almost a glare."The point is—" He tried to save himself. Scratching his nape. "Falco's been asking about you and well since you're here and all— I just wanted to ask how you've been."

She nodded, then turning back to the machine. Together they watched the chips fall. Colt's face already a bright red with a pounding heart reaching up to his throat. Was it her narrowed eyes that caused it or simply talking to her? Packing the tote bag with their snacks, she stood up. Nearly wobbling from how quick she stood combined with the weight.

"I would've said yes if . . . you know how much you and mother hurt me," her tone brushed him off when he was in the awkward position of sitting and standing, ready to catch break her fall. "I'm alright— I'd rather we have this air of professionalism around us, Colt."

She didn't know why she stood longer after having said that. Pursed lips and furrowed eyebrows. Those expressions were reserved for her siblings being too loud when Abuelo was asleep now. Then a nod at him before she turned her heel to walk back to the gym.

He could only grip his wallet as he watched her disappear, crestfallen at the realisation of how much he treated her. Seeing that face made at him welcomed a flood of nights of when she'd look at him. Pathetically crouched on the floor and holding his stomach, half-unconscious from a night of drinking.

"Where did you run off to?" He wanted to ask. Someone with a law degree throwing it out to become a professional athlete. That's what he loved about her. How easy she made to live as she pleased.

At least it was a country that was kind to her soul after how much pain he caused her. He was content with that.

Yet that didn't stop a certain brunette with slicked-back hair from starting a chaotic conversation. It brought back their group chat to life, Colt liked that. But when oddly specific messages and questions came from everyone at the same time, that's when he put his phone on mute.

Telling everyone his overused excuse of the documentary draining him to deny their invite to a nightclub.

Still.

That didn't stop them from planning to take him to that club. A knock to his door at eight pm on a Friday night, had him opening the door wide enough for Porco to push himself. Pieck going behind him, straight to his wardrobe.

"Look, man—" he tried to reason, "I know you're all concerned, but alcohol is never an answer. Nor is a club—" Porco walking to the kitchen counter with an exasperated expression calling it bullshit didn't stop Colt from rambling on.

Except for an empty Corona beer that he lifted for Pieck to see. "Old habits die hard," his words, heavy with venom. "Life doesn't stop at your ex,"

That he had to agree to. "Fine, just one night."

"That's our Colt," came Zeke's voice where he leaned on the door frame with a cigar.

—//—

"Miche!" (Y/n)'s voice drowned in the shouted conversations and bursts of drunken laughs. Her form clad in a backless outfit, showing off her chest had men turning back. Craning their heads to look over their shoulders, following wherever she went.

Inori nudged Michelle, nearly spilling her drink, to watch their friend with careful eyes until she reached the taller blond. Hajime joined them, eyes widening at (Y/n)'s sudden display of her body, playfully dancing against the people in her way. "She's extra wild tonight," he said after she winked at a girl.

"That's the guy she apparently met," Inori's statement was met with a scoff from Michelle. "What? She's trying to get rid of her horny demons, who are we to judge." Then a narrowed look at Hajime. "You're jerking off to Tooru's Instagram pictures."

"HEY—"

Then came Koutaro, holding enough open beer cans for them. "HEY! HEY! KAMPAI! LET'S GET BLACKED-OUT,"

Rolling her eyes, Michelle leaned close to Inori's ear, "Her ex is here," she pointed at him sitting in a circle of his friends. Lips pursed, following the direction where she went."This is gonna be one night," she snickered.

Even Porco, who was keen on saying that he and his friends should enjoy their single lives couldn't tear his eyes off (Y/n). Hair wild and a braless chest. Her side profile was enough to have him imagine such inappropriateness when the night was still young. 

—//—

This area of the club felt more different. As if it was reserved for people like Miche. Men, she thought. This is what separated him from all the people she tried to pursue before. The sight of him being patted on his back when he walked to join them glued her to the floor, her borrowed confidence from the dress evaporated to a shameless stare in the middle of the floor.

He laughed at a joke the bartender laughed, inaudible but his smile. Teeth on display and his head thrown back with his hair following him. How desperate did she look just watching him with doe-like eyes? A contradictory to how she dressed with a different intent in mind.

"You need him?" His friend sat at the barstool followed her eyes, eyeing her up and down. 'Miche you bastard. Pulled a goddess, huh.' Gelgar spun around with the beer bottle stuck on him. Sneaking glances on (Y/n). "MICHE!"

His shouts were all useless to the people who clinked their beers against his. "Follow me," he spat, sliding down.

"What?"

"Saud, you wanted to talk to him, didn't ya?" He furrowed his eyebrows, deeming her as another 'fan'. Probably delusional from her confidence and dwindled down to hesitation. Still, he wanted to see how his friend would react to her.

"Yo," (Y/n) eyes widened when Gelgar reached his arm up, pulling on Miche's collar from the back, earning a disgruntled, "WHAT THE FUCK!" From him. "(Y/n)!"

"Miche," she smiled, ignoring the surprised look on Gelgar's face. Even forgetting to thank him, too drunk on Miche's aura.

"Hold on," He tapped Henning's shoulder, shooing him away with a look. He was in the same state as Gelgar. Even if their eyes rolled on the floor, they would still use it as a chance to look at her.

"What can I get you?" He asked when she's sat, trying to maintain a friendly distance between them. But let his eyes wander about, stopping to stare at her chest knowing full well that there was lust in her eyes too.

She leaned to the side, propping her arm, hand supporting her chin. "I'm one of the designated drivers actually," she pointed to her friends, Koutarou having a beer can held to his mouth by a bar patron. "Jesus Christ." 

"Damn," Miche breathed. "And you're dressed up for that?"

"Nah," nothing was in her head, only the need to stare at his nose. She imagined how that little bump would feel against her thigh. "I need a burst of confidence sometimes, you know." She uncrossed her legs, angling her body for him to see her lace panties.

The only underwear she wore.

"Maybe something alcoholic then?" He suggested a hand on her knee.

"Sure!"

Inori and Michelle had a field day switching from taking pictures of (Y/n) dazed and looking at Colt drinking his jealousy away. Slapping each other's shoulders as they howled like hyenas. As time passed, they grew more tired.

And the two under the orange light grew more sensual after each drink. Miche, refusing to drink anymore after having (Y/n) so near to him.

There was an unspoken agreement that it would only be lingering touches on exposed skin. Fingers accidentally brushing on an erotic zone, pulling away too quickly. That was thrown out after she playfully pecked the side of his mouth when he asked how her drink tasted.

"Tell me," she traced his tattoos with her fingertips. "Got any more tattoos?"

Instead of an answer, he bent down, pressing a wet kiss at her neck, emitting a moan from her. She threw her head back, asking for more. "That doesn't answer my question, Miche . . ." she said through giggles. 

She pulled away momentarily to look him in his eye, panting from impatience. Rubbing her thighs with his hand in between them.

"What do you say?" He whispered just behind her ear, his stubble tickling her soft skin.

She stood up, collecting her things. And a determined hold on his wrist. "Your car's fine if you can't hold it in."Was said in an airy tone, her smile directed at his friends lined on the counter waving goodbye to them.

Gelgar and Henning couldn't decide if they should whistle at Miche taking her home or sulk together for taking her home. They long accepted the fact that goddess like her wouldn't look their way. Let alone bat an eye at them.

And an intoxicated Colt watching from afar. Jaw clenched hard with jealousy.

' . . . your car's enough,' he thought it was a joke said in a sultry tone. But with (Y/n), there is no such thing as a joke when she was needy. She figured that she'd have to prove that if they ever progress from a one-night-stand.

Being friends with benefits then. That thought, along with the others, fueled her clouded mind more.

He was a gentleman enough to open the door for her and shut it after she's got in, and she horny enough to pounce onto him with open-mouthed kisses after the shut of his door.

His left hand roaming all over her back before it rested dangerously on her waist. Right fingers pinching her chin to keep it open. Her hair she let loose for the night, became more dishevelled everytime she pulled away. "Fuck, I haven't had sex in too long," she nearly cried beginning to move her hips in an unsteady rhythm.

One more look into his eyes, and she put her hands on his chest. "What are you doing?" He asked, letting herself sink down on the car's floor. Holding her wrists, only to receive a poutful look from her.

He was as excited as her, even more when he looked at his bulge that she nuzzled. But he's never met someone so eager. The car's fine. For her.

"I wanna taste you— . . . like, too long."

For him, he wanted— no needed decency. So, he pulled her up, telling her to sit at the passenger seat and not try anything with his stare alone.

He'd groan when she leaned to his side, leaving marks on his neck. "Careful with that mouth, baby girl." Receiving a muttered reply before she sat down as the lights switched to green.

"Makes me wanna behave more badly."

—//—

The only light that illuminated the side of their faces was his orange lamp placed above his drawers across his bed. Her face scrunched with pleasure and broken cries after an almost climax was the loudest sound in the apartment aside from his groans. He moved back, catching glimpse of her dress held by strings that night thrown over their towels.

Her lace pink panties, soaked wet was nothing to the mess he'd made out of her on the bed.

"Mi-Miche," her whines partnered with her hips moving up to feel more brought him to the present. He obeyed her, lowering himself down to plant more kisses down her jaw. "Please . . . please, please," she begged almost chanted like a prayer.

Another stray tear was caught with a chaste kiss. His hands, bringing up her wrists to hold her. Ryes shut from pleasure snapped open, feeling his ballsack press against her hole. She wanted to complain about how his cock was pressed against her stomach— whine about it, but he had the first one to render her dumb and moaning.

Even she was surprised by how much she cried. "Please what, baby?" He urged again. In his mind, he already thought of the positions he was going to put her in.

Stretch that orgasm for as long as he wanted.

"Please use me," it took everything in her to look him in the eye.

"Hmm?" This time he teased, even the reactions he got was fueling his ego.

"Use me. It's been really long since I . . ." she looked up when his hand let go of her wrists pinned over another. Her breath hitching when he sat up, using the same hands that reduced her to 'this'  to part her thighs.

"I can tell," there was that sliver of gentleness in his eyes again, face soft when he left a kiss.

A broken cry from his thumb flicking her clit and her back arching when she felt his head stract her hole. Wet enough for him to not use any lube. "Oh god," she sighed, shoulders slumping down. Hair a mess on his pillows.  The mix of pleasure and the sudden stretch— she didn't know what happened anymore.

Only knowing that he wasn't in yet, but already had her toes digging on the mattress. "Ah, ah-hah—" 

He panted, hair sticking to his face when he was sheathed in. "Too much?" He asked when a sniffle came from her after a moan. "I can pull out? Stop if you want,"

Somehow those words had her eyes opening again, brows furrowing. "You don't want that." His answer was her walls clenching around him. Arching her back to pull out. Leading him to confusion. And slamming herself down again."Mmm— MICHE!"

Given the position they were in, she being below him, it was his turn to be rendered speechless. The sounds her thrusting herself in him, "You gonna last any longer?"

"I'm— I'm gonna cum," he had to admit, that his age probably caught to him. Flipping himself to lay on his back. "You good?" He looked again, the sight of her all bothered as she rode him hastily made him twitch.

"Pull out," she commanded, using an arm to steady herself.

"What?"

"Please . . ." She begged, her tits dangling close to him. Closing her eyes to compose herself. "please, sir." That— being called that in such a tone.

The hard slap of the air after he pulled out was quickly replaced by her mouth, what she couldn't reach was touched by feather-like touches of her fingertips. There was more exposed, her mouth could only take so little.That's what he thought until his head felt her throat. He snapped, hips jerking up and eyes looking concerned at her. "FUCK (Y/N)!" Instead of a shy look at him, she only guided his hand to the eback of her hair, telling him to take control again. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck . . ." he wasn't going to last long with how her tongue teased him so.

He fell back, feeling so much come out. The night took a turn he didn't expect at all.

Sure, he got someone to take home— but to an extent that it was him who was reduced to limpness. Chest heaving with deep breaths as he tried to calm himself from what happened and catch his breathing. Turning to look at himself in the cabinet's mirror, he was red. From his face down to his neck. His hair— always combed, and tied was as messy as her's.

"You're a kinky little fuck, aren't you?" He said with a chuckle when she joined him.

"You wanna check my mouth to see if I . . ."

"Surprised you can still talk after what I did to you."

She smiled wide, nuzzling her chin under his head. "I'm down for another round, or until the sun comes up."

"I can only do so much at this age, you know." He didn't get the reaction he expected. Maybe it was the sex that stopped her from giving him one.

There goes his attempt at a relationship. Again.

"You gonna tell me your fifty or something?"

"Jesus, no." His fingers found itself scratching her scalp. "Thirty-five."

"I can only do so much at this age," she mocked, then a laugh.

"Can I interest you in lunch? Dinner? Maybe breakfast if we don't go for another round?"

"You serious?" She beamed with hope.

"I understand. You wouldn't wanna talk to me—"

"Yes please!

#miche zacharias #miche zacharius x reader #mike zacharias x reader #mike zacharias #aot fic #aot x reader #aot fanfiction #nick writes fics #oh my heart by nick

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Request Rules

ACCEPTING REQUESTS

I've been receiving questions about my request rules, so I thought I should refine them. As I've said on my previous post, I'm open to writing about pretty much anything, with only a few restrictions when it comes to smut asks.

1.) I will write for:

Levi Ackerman

Erwin Smith

Miche Zacharias

Zeke Jeager

Reiner Braun

MARIE DAWK

Historia Reiss

Petra Ral

Pieck Finger

Angelo Lagusa

2.) I'm usually an x reader writer, but I don't mind pairing the female characters to the male ones I said I'd write. (like say, rivahisu and rivetra) I don't mind male to male pairings either (like eruri or zevi) but I must say I'm not very good at writing gay pairings but hey! That's why we practice eh?

3.) For SMUT asks, I'll be a little nitpicky and only accept NON-ANONYMOUS asks. This is so that I can ensure that I'm not entertaining minors here. That said, if I don't see your age readily stated on your profile, I will NOT write your ask. This is to protect the younger ones as best as I can, so I hope ya'll can understand.

4.) For obvious reasons, I will not write about sensitive topics such as p**dophilia, inc*st, b**stiality, or anything along that vein. Anyways, whichever request I fulfill will be up to MY discretion. I say this, because someone might request for something involving heavy mental health topics like say, anorexia or schizophrenia, that are simply too complex for me to understand and will be very very very careful about writing (if at all) out of respect to those who actually suffer through these. Again, you guys can still request for heavier topics, but what I write will be up to me.

That's all! Go crazy, you guys! I'm doing this in order to get past my writer's block, so keep them asks coming~

#levi ackerman x reader #erwin smith x reader #zeke jeager x reader #reiner braun x reader #miche zacharias x reader #angelo lagusa x reader #rivetra #rivahisu #pieck finger x reader #erwin smith x marie dok #marie dawk #marie dok #levi ackerman x y/n #erwin smith #levi ackerman #zeke jeager #zeke jeager x oc #levi ackerman x oc #petra ral #historia reiss #maria's scribblings