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Blinded

Reiner Braun x F!Reader

Overview: Reiners s/o from Paradis Island pays a ‘visit’ to him at Marely

Warning: Cursing, mentions of nsfw, angst

Season: 4

Love has always been overrated. The fairytales all the young kids read didn’t include the heartache, the lying, the hurting. It painted a pretty picture anyone and everyone to fantasize about. Love is cruel and can trick you, and sometimes you look back on it and question if it was even real. The concept of loving and being loved is praised, but no one talks about the sickening feeling it can give you.

Y/n is one of those souls who learned the hard truth about loving someone. It was too good to be true, and she should have saw it coming. The boy was too sweet, too kind, too loving. Many think there’s no such thing as too much of any of those things, but a line should always be drawn. Too much can become suspicious at certain points, as if it’s trying to cover up something else. And she found out that it was definitely covering up something.

Even after all these years she still scolds herself. How could she have been so naive? Being around him for so long, getting to know him, talking about life, letting him touch her in ways she’d never experienced. She learned that love can blind you worse than the sun. Reiner blinded her.

Y/n hated him for what he did, what he’s done. But deep down her love for him still sits. It sits alone, and cold, and untouched. She never lets herself remember how he made her feel or the things he said to her with a spark in his eyes. It was all a lie to seem more normal and to fit in with the crowd. To not come across as the monster that he was, and that he still is.

She wouldn’t utter a word about him, even after all these years. After he transformed infront of all of them she was interigated by her captain and comrades. They shouted in her face but she stayed silent, biting her tongue. The moment her eyes filled with tears they knew she was embarrassed and ashamed. The girl truly had no clue, even after being with him for three years, and it made her want to crawl into a hole and hide forever. For no one to see the girl who was blind sighted by love.

Sometimes she refused to believe any of it was real. As if it was all one crazy dream and she’d wake up on that day again, and someone else would be the titan that terrorized her home. Who sent her crying and screaming in the streets as she ran for her life, her entire family already wiped out. But the past can’t be changed, and she has to live with that. Her comrades noticed how her personality completely changed after Reiner and Bertholdt revealed themselves.

Y/n was bubbly, outspoken, and always had the solution for hard situations. Now she sat quietly by herself, not engaging with her friends. It was rare for her to even make eye contact. She became stronger physically, and her titan kill ranking sky rocketed. It was no secret that the girl is angry. She’s been heartbroken, and that’s the worst type of pain.

Four years later, Reiner still crosses her mind even if she tries everything to block it out. He creeps into her dreams and touches her, kisses her, whispers sweet nothings. Then she wakes up and is reminded of what he did, how he changed her life for the worse, and how mentally broken she is. To let yourself become vulnerable to someone who never really loved you hurts. But the boy did love her, with his entire soul, and she had no clue. After what happened most would assume it was all just apart of the plan.

She replays every little thing she can remember about him. The re-runs in her head show her the signs she missed, the hints thrown her way. The faces Bertholdt would make at Reiner, as if what he was doing was stupid. And now she knows it was, it was extremely stupid.

When mentions of going to Marely, undercover, were starting to surface it was kept on the low. Especially from y/n. She soon caught drift of what was going on, and what the plan was, and insisted she be in on it. It took some convincing, and more talking than she’s done in years, Levi granted her permission and shocked everyone. Erin didn’t like the idea at all, he wasn’t the biggest fan of the girl. Even if he believes that she didn’t know jack-shit about Reiner it still aggravated him.

In a way, it bothered him the same way it did her. He didn’t understand how after all those years of being alone with him, getting to know him, she had no idea. But she asks herself the same things, almost everyday. The anger and frustration that has built up from those questions is what fuels y/n today. She wants to go to Marely and get answers, but she never lets that slip. If anyone knew part of her reason for going was based on personal reasons she’d be ripped out of the plan in an instant.

It may be selfish of her, but at the same time she needed it. She needed to know why he did it, why he hurt her, why he left her. Ymir went back for Historia without a question, yet Reiner ran for his life away from y/n. Even as she stood on his titan form screaming into his face with tears to let Erin go, to not leave her, he just kept going. As if she wasn’t there, as if he couldn’t see her breaking down infront of him.

When she’d first gotten to Marely it was like entering a different dimension. Even if no one knew she was from Paradis Island she still felt the unwelcome-ness. She knew she didn’t belong here, and somehow she knew Reiner felt the same way. His soul wasn’t mended for a place like this. A place full of fake people coursing with hate and anger. He couldn’t stand negativity, which goes against all of his past actions. Everything he said to her in the past contradicts what he’d done to her home. She never understood.

After a few weeks of being there she saw him, just a glimpse. She’d seen some plums and couldn’t stop herself from getting in line. As her eyes scanned the scenery around her she saw as he crossed the street, accompanied by children. It may have only been for a few seconds, and only a small portion of his face was visible, but she knew it was him. There was no question. Even if he’s gotten taller, and his face has matured, she still would know it’s him by the back of his head.

She saw him again only a few days later as she walked the street with Jean as he talked mindlessly. As soon as she saw him, standing there with a smile on his face, her heart sank. It was so different than the first time. His smile was so fake and forced, nothing like his sweet smile he’d show off when she’d compliment him or say how much she loved him. The better look at his features had her chest tightening. He’d grown so much, looking at him now made the four years apart seem longer.

Jean saw as y/n’s body began to freeze up and the lump in her throat formed. He spotted Reiner and immediately pulled her into a nearby ally. Her breathing increased as the tears formed in her eyes. “Breath, y/n, breath.” Jean held the girl as she cried into his chest, body trembling. No one had seen her cry or even heard her over the years. “I thought I would be stronger,” she sobs, “but i’m not.” Jean pulls back to gaze into her eyes with a stern look, “He broke your fucking heart y/n, and I can’t imagine how you’ve felt all these years. You’ve held it in and it’s just now coming out, cry for as long as you want. I’m gonna be here to comfort you the entire time.” She sniffles, “Thank you so much Jean.”

The next time she sees him Jean is not around, but she has prepared herself. She watches from a distance as he stand with a group of men, who she assumes are soldiers, with that same fake smile on his face. The urge to smack it off of him is at an all time high, but she must stay hidden. As she thinks this, Reiner gets the feeling of being watched. His eyes scan the crowds of people around him, and he sees her.

Standing there with broken eyes. It feels as if the wind is being knocked out of him as the two’s eyes lock. But as soon as he sees her, she’s gone. A group passed in his line of vision, and she disappears into the crowd. Reiner is quick to excuse himself and push his way through the people. Feet stepping on others as he bumps and runs into people around him, not even paying attention. All he was looking at was the direction she could have possibly went.

He finally makes it through, but to no avail. She isn’t there, and no where around either. He feels that he’s finally reached insanity. It wouldn’t be too far of a stretch for him to say he imagined y/n standing there. He’s dreamed about her almost every night since he’s gotten back home. It’s the same thing over and over again, the way she looked and the things she said as she yelled into his face while he was in titan form. He curses himself everyday for not saying something back, for not explaining himself.

Everything reminds him of her, even if it has no correlation. He’ll see a pretty dress, or a field of flowers, and imagine her with him in the dress as they lay in the beautiful flowers. Reiner rubs at his face, taking in a deep breath. “She’s not here,” he whispers to himself, “you’re never going to see her again.” When he’s done collecting himself he joins back with the group, making sure to put on the fake smile.

It’s almost a month before he sees y/n again, and this time he’s alone. He sees the back of her head from a distance as she hands a coin off for a couple apples. His feet carry him faster than he can think, swiftly winding his way around the surrounding people. As he gets closer he notes that her hair has gotten shorter, much shorter. She begins to walk away and around a corner, and he finds himself running after her.

Y/n hears the loud footsteps and her stomach begins to twist in knots. She increases her speed, but his are too fast. “Excuse me!” He yells, but she keeps walking faster with her head down. “Miss, excuse me miss!” There’s no one else around on this back road, that’s barely lit by a few empty shops, and she already knows where this is heading. She stops abruptly, and he does the same from a few feet behind her. “What do you want?” She asks, trying to keep her voice monotone. The sound of her voice has his heart skipping a beat. She came her wanting answers from him, but as he stands so close to her it’s almost.. scary.

“Y/n?” It’s all he can think to say right now. His heartbeat is coming up his throat and moving down to his toes. Instead of saying anything she turns around, facing him with eyes full of hurt. He’s at a loss for words. Tears are already forming in her sweet eyes and he feels himself break even more.

Reiner steps closer to her, until they are almost touching. “Y/n,” he says without question, as if answering himself from before. The tears have already made their way down her crimson cheeks, and he feels his eyes beginning to water as well. “H-How are you here?” He asks in disbelief, but she doesn’t answer. Only takes in every curve of his face, and the light beard he has grown.

“You’ve changed,” she says softly. Her voice gives him goosebumps being this close. “So have you.” They look at one another for several moments, trying to figure out if this is even happening. He steps closer, almost too close, breathing in the smell that he hasn’t smelled in what feels like forever. She smells of vanilla, sometimes cinnamon, and it brought him the comfort he’s been craving for years. “Tell me why,” she softly cries, “tell me why you left me, Reiner.”

Usually his name from her lips was music to his ears, in many forms, but now it felt like poison. Like she didn’t want to say it, as if it makes her sick. He doesn’t even know the answer to her question, he’s been asking himself the same thing for four years. “Was it ever real,” her sobs become louder, “did you ever love me?”

Y/n’s hands ball into fists and she slams them against his chest. He’s at a loss for words, he’s frozen. “I told you things i’ve never told any body else,” her nails dig into his chest, “I let you see every inch of me, inside and out.” Sometimes she can still feel his lips on her neck, hands tangled in her hair, and arms wrapped around her middle.

“It was all real,” he finally says, “I loved you from the moment I saw you, and I never stopped. I’ve thought about you everyday since I left, and i’m so sorry that I did. I’m so sorry i’ve left you with all this hurt for these past years.” His strong hands grab ahold on hers that are still assaulting his chest.

The feeling of touch sends electricity through the both of them. “You broke me,” she chokes out, “Yet I still love you.” Anyone would think hearing that would be reassuring, but it only made Reiner’s heart break further. Of course he still loves the girl with every inch of himself, but secretly he hoped she moved on. That she’d found happiness and hated him, but he want that for himself too. If she hated him it’d help his guilt, but he could never stop loving her.

“I’m sorry,” he says again with tears now escaping his orbs, “It’s the only thing I can say.” He takes this opportunity to wrap his arms around her shaking frame. Even if she was pissed and hurt beyond repair because of him, she still felt safe in his arms. Love is a dangerous battle, and they are right in the line of fire.

His embrace makes her breathing even, and her body becomes warm. Being in his arms after all this time felt odd, but also as if a day hadn’t passed since the last time they’d seen one another. “I should hate you,” y/n mumbles into his chest. “You should.” She didn’t expect him to agree with her. He’s first to pull away, looking into her eyes. The eyes that still love him after what he’d done, after what he’d taken away from her.

“I have to go, my family is waiting on me. If i’m not back they’ll send out someone for me,” his thumb comes up to wipe her tears and she leans into his warm hand. Her eyes close as she takes in a sharp breath, letting the feeling of his touch take over. She missed it too much, the softness of his skin. The all so familiar feeling.

“I won’t tell anyone about this.” Reiner didn’t need to say that for her to know. He’s already hurt her enough, he’d never do it any further. “Why haven’t you asked why i’m here?” His body stiffens as he looks at her. “Because I don’t want to know.” She found that hard to believe, but his face was sincere. He didn’t want to know what his past comrades could possibly be up to. He’d rather just be left in the dark.

“Reiner!” a voice yells in the distance, not too close but still too close for either of their liking. Without warning he presses a kiss to y/n’ lips, it’s hard and messy and has her knees buckling. He pulls away with a pop, “I need to go,” his eyes begin to gather tears once again, “I love you.” “I love you.” she says back weakly.

He runs away in what seems like the blink of an eye. Leaving her standing there, starring off into the darkness. Her lips are tingling and her body feels like it’s on fire. That one little kiss sent her to another world. She looks down at the ground, seeing the bag of apples she’d bought earlier not even remembering dropping them. They’re picked up with a shaky hand as she replays the events in her head.

Y/n walks back to her shared home with Jean, still in a daze as she opens the door and shuts it behind her. “Where have you been?!” Jean asks comcerned, immediately grabbing ahold of her shoulders. The paleness of her face is evident, it’s like she’s seen a ghost. “I’ve been out.” She walks past him without another word before going into her room, shutting and locking the door behind her. The small two bedroom, dirty, home is everything but luxurious.

Yet she still imagined herself here with Reiner, alone. Finally getting to talk without a care, touch, and kiss. Most would think after all he’d lied about she’d atleast not let him kiss her. But she did. Now her mind is spinning and he’s all she can think about, it’s like she has a crush on him all over again. Reiner is the same exact way at the moment. Laying in bed while starring up at the ceiling.

His fingers lightly dap at his lips, wondering when the tingling sensation is going to stop. He hopes it never does. All he wants is to run away with her, get away from this hell hole. He can’t take it anymore. This place isn’t his home. Y/n is his home, she makes him feel wanted. But the running away wouldn’t be much fun, he only has a couple years left to live. She knows this, she’s done the simple math, yet she’d go with him in a heartbeat.

They both go to sleep thinking about one another, and hoping fate will bring them together again soon.

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i am writing all the time except just like inside of me and not outside

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i dont care what anyone says, stretch marks are cute

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Happier

Eren Yeager x Fem!Reader

Based on the song ‘Happier’ by Olivia Rodrigo

Warnings: Heartache, Cursing, Angst

I’m alive, but with thriving writers block <3

I’m most likely going to do more songs off her new album, they’re so good!

We broke up a month ago

Your friends are mine

You know I know you’ve moved on

Found someone new

One more girl who brings out the better in you

Life is truly, and purely, fucked at times. Young girls putting all their heart and soul into a boy who doesn’t feel the same way. It happens time and time again. Things like this can’t be stopped, but it doesn’t stop girls from thinking the boy might be different. Maybe this one will be good, maybe this one is the one. But it seems to never work out that way in the end.

y/n truly believed her love was different. But it was all an illusion. She’d built a home inside her head, one that was perfect and had enough love to supply dozens. Too bad the boy she loved could care less about her. She’d fallen hard for Eren Yeager, and thought he was nothing short of perfect.

Months went by of what seemed like getting closer, but in reality they were just drifting further apart. It’s crazy how much one person can be in love while the other just plays along until their timer runs out. It’s utterly heartbreaking. No one deserves that feeling.

It ended on his terms of course, not hers, and he was off. She still saw him from time to time, it was unavoidable really. He knows the same people she does, it’s the same friend group practically. It didn’t take long at all for the whispering to start and the uncomfortable looks of her friends. It was a matter of time until one slipped up, spilling how Eren had moved on. There was already another girl.

y/n felt as if she’d been punched in the chest.

And I thought my heart was detached

From all the sunlight of our past

But she’s so sweet

She’s so pretty

Does she mean you forgot about me?

At first y/n brushed it aside. She’d spent the past month breaking down her and Eren’s relationship from beginning to end. He didn’t treat her right. Some in the beginning, but that’s what they all do. They try until they’ve become comfortable and it doesn’t matter to them anymore. It seemed to never matter to him.

Then he brought the new girl around. There was no denying she was a pretty girl. As y/n observed this girl it became clear that they are polar opposites. Different color hair, different heights, different interests. Eren wanted someone nothing like y/n, and that hurt her in ways she had never thought possible. He’d completely forgotten about their love, and what used to be.

She wanted to hate him for it but she couldn’t. There was still love buried beneath the hurt.

Oh, I hope you’re happy

But not like how you were with me

I’m selfish, I know

I can’t let you go

So find someone great but don’t find no one better

I hope you’re happy but don’t be happier

To anyone else it was quite obvious that Eren had no true feelings for this girl either. Time will go by, he will get bored, and it won’t mean anything to him. Y/n knew this of course, she knew how heartless he was. His sparkling eyes and boyish smile was all an act she knew way too well. Yet she couldn’t get herself to hate him, or even dislike him.

She disliked what he did to her, and what he’s going to do again and again to other girls with innocent hearts. Yet she still hoped the best for him even after everything he put her through, and what he’s continuing to put her through. Her heart can’t seem to let go of him and who he used to be to her. It’s sad, really.

Y/n knows deep down he’ll never find someone who loved him the way she did. It may sound selfish but it’s the truth. She’s a hopeless romantic who thought she’d found her forever person, so all of her love was spilled out to him on a silver platter. And he gladly dropped it onto the floor, leaving it there for her to pick up.

And she still hasn’t found all the pieces.

Eren may act as if it meant nothing, and maybe majority of it did, but he’ll never shake the feeling inside of him. He ignores it quite well, pushing it into the back of his mind with all the other blocked out memories and feelings. But he’ll never shake it, truly, to where he can’t feel it poking at him.

Y/n was good for him, too good, and he got rid of her. He was happy in a way he hadn’t been happy before. And instead of embracing it he shut off his feelings. It’s crazy how effortlessly he can do it. She knew this as well, it was tangled up with all her other scattering thoughts. He may be happy right now with this new girl, but it will never be the same. He’ll never be happier than he was with y/n.

And do you tell her she’s the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen?

An eternal love bullshit you know you’ll never mean

Remember when I believed

You meant when you said it first to me

Anger can really get the best of someone. Y/n may still have love for this boy but it doesn’t make her any less mad. To know he’s most likely saying the same words that’ll pull that girl right into his trap. He’ll throw around compliments that’ll make the girls heart flutter and her stomach flip. Too bad it’s all bullshit.

Y/n remembers all the times he called her beautiful, the simple word making her feel as if she’s on top of the world. She wonders if he meant it, even one time.

Her stomach turns in disgust, how could he be doing this again? How could he be breaking down another girl? Who has the heart to do such a thing, yet again?

The reality that everything he said wasn’t true makes her feel so used. So mistreated. She wonders if there were any girls before her who fell for his lover boy act. If there’s another so soon after her… who’s to say there isn’t more? The girl probably has no idea he was even with y/n.

And now i’m pickin’ her apart

Like cuttin’ her down will make you miss my wretched heart

But she’s beautiful

She looks kind

She probably gives you butterflies

At first y/n tried to act as if the girl was the problem. It’s the coping mechanism many try to avoid but it gets the best of people. To her she thought if she saw everything wrong with this new girl, maybe Eren would too. But y/n truly couldn’t find a thing worth getting worked up over.

The girl is kind, and has done nothing but tried to make others around her comfortable with her presence. Eren really knows how to pick them. Find a sweet girl with a big heart then hurt them. It’s become a hobby for him at this point. It’s sad the way some people live their lives.

Y/n hates herself for getting caught up in it. Why did she have to be one of his toys?

She hates the look in his eyes when he talks to the girl. It’s not real. He wants this girl to think he’s interested, that his stomach does flips by just the presence of that girls love. He used to look at y/n just like that, she remembers it all too well. It’s become burned into her memory.

I hope you’re happy

But not like how you were with me

I’m selfish, I know

I can’t let you go

So find someone great but don’t find no one better

Even if she’s able to read him so well, know him inside and out, she still hopes he’ll find happiness. Someone out there can change him. She cried for weeks wishing she was the one, but that’s not how life works.

But deep down she knows that sliver of happiness she made him feel was the best he’d ever had. Possibly the best he could ever get. She knows most of her thoughts about him are selfish, and she’s still holding onto him, but it’s never going to change.

Y/n was the light that he let burn out. She doesn’t want him to get ahold of a light like that ever again. She never wants him to feel the warmth of a love like hers. He may be happy one day, in his own twisted way, but she hopes he’ll realize the same thing she has. He doesn’t deserve true happiness.

I hope you’re happy

I wish you all the best

Really

Say you love her, baby

Just not like you love me

And think of me fondly when your hand’s around her

I hope you’re happy

But don’t be happier

Watching him as he rests a hand on the girls hip or pushes a piece of hair behind her ear is like watching a play unfold. Y/n can’t believe how well he has mastered these movements. As if they’re muscle memory. It crosses her mind that he may really love this girl….

But he moved the same exact way for y/n.

He’d catch a stray hair and tuck it behind her ear, making her eyes sparkle with love. She remembers when he’d cup his hand on her hip, pulling her in for a kiss on the cheek. Making her blush and feel all warm and fuzzy. She misses that feeling.

She can’t help but wonder if he ever thinks about her. Even if it’s just for a second. When he kisses this girls cheek, or messes with her hair, or touches her skin, does he think of y/n? She shouldn’t, but she hopes he does. She hopes that her cries haunt him in the back of his mind every time he tries to feel the same as he once did. She wants to be in his head forever.

A constant reminder that in the long run, he’s not going to win.

I hope you’re happy

Just not like how you were with me

I’m selfish, I know

Can’t let you go

So find some great but don’t find no one better

I hope you’re happy but don’t be happier

Tears well up in y/n’s eyes. She wonders how long they’ll last. Will it be longer or shorter than her time lasted. She hopes it’s shorter. She hopes the girl leaves him first, sees through his persona. But she knows that’s a slim chance. He knows what he’s doing, as if he’s read a book on it.

Breaking hearts, his specialty.

The tears only increase, speeding down her red cheeks. Heartbreak can feel like a punch in the stomach. Considering the fact she’s still holding on while he was never doing it in the first place. She should know she deserves better. She deserves love.

Yet she goes day by day replaying the touches Eren and the new girl shared. The smiles. The laughs. The kissing. All right in front of her face, as if she wasn’t there. That’s what hurt the most, the fact he didn’t even really see her. She was a memory to him. Something of the past. How’d he do it so quick?

He has caused her hurt in ways she didn’t think were possible until now. And he was perfectly fine. He ‘loves’ someone else now. He’s touching someone else now. She isn’t his anymore, and he isn’t hers.

All of this, yet y/n still can’t let go.

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shotofire · 3 years

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Happier

Eren Yeager x Fem!Reader

Based on the song ‘Happier’ by Olivia Rodrigo

Warnings: Heartache, Cursing, Angst

I’m alive, but with thriving writers block <3

I’m most likely going to do more songs off her new album, they’re so good!

We broke up a month ago

Your friends are mine

You know I know you’ve moved on

Found someone new

One more girl who brings out the better in you

y/n felt as if she’d been punched in the chest.

And I thought my heart was detached

From all the sunlight of our past

But she’s so sweet

She’s so pretty

Does she mean you forgot about me?

She wanted to hate him for it but she couldn’t. There was still love buried beneath the hurt.

Oh, I hope you’re happy

But not like how you were with me

I’m selfish, I know

I can’t let you go

So find someone great but don’t find no one better

I hope you’re happy but don’t be happier

And she still hasn’t found all the pieces.

And do you tell her she’s the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen?

An eternal love bullshit you know you’ll never mean

Remember when I believed

You meant when you said it first to me

Y/n remembers all the times he called her beautiful, the simple word making her feel as if she’s on top of the world. She wonders if he meant it, even one time.

Her stomach turns in disgust, how could he be doing this again? How could he be breaking down another girl? Who has the heart to do such a thing, yet again?

And now i’m pickin’ her apart

Like cuttin’ her down will make you miss my wretched heart

But she’s beautiful

She looks kind

She probably gives you butterflies

Y/n hates herself for getting caught up in it. Why did she have to be one of his toys?

I hope you’re happy

But not like how you were with me

I’m selfish, I know

I can’t let you go

So find someone great but don’t find no one better

I hope you’re happy

I wish you all the best

Really

Say you love her, baby

Just not like you love me

And think of me fondly when your hand’s around her

I hope you’re happy

But don’t be happier

But he moved the same exact way for y/n.

A constant reminder that in the long run, he’s not going to win.

I hope you’re happy

Just not like how you were with me

I’m selfish, I know

Can’t let you go

So find some great but don’t find no one better

I hope you’re happy but don’t be happier

Breaking hearts, his specialty.

All of this, yet y/n still can’t let go.

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shotofire · 3 years

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Happier

Eren Yeager x Fem!Reader

Based on the song ‘Happier’ by Olivia Rodrigo

Warnings: Heartache, Cursing, Angst

I’m alive, but with thriving writers block <3

I’m most likely going to do more songs off her new album, they’re so good!

We broke up a month ago

Your friends are mine

You know I know you’ve moved on

Found someone new

One more girl who brings out the better in you

y/n felt as if she’d been punched in the chest.

And I thought my heart was detached

From all the sunlight of our past

But she’s so sweet

She’s so pretty

Does she mean you forgot about me?

She wanted to hate him for it but she couldn’t. There was still love buried beneath the hurt.

Oh, I hope you’re happy

But not like how you were with me

I’m selfish, I know

I can’t let you go

So find someone great but don’t find no one better

I hope you’re happy but don’t be happier

And she still hasn’t found all the pieces.

And do you tell her she’s the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen?

An eternal love bullshit you know you’ll never mean

Remember when I believed

You meant when you said it first to me

Y/n remembers all the times he called her beautiful, the simple word making her feel as if she’s on top of the world. She wonders if he meant it, even one time.

Her stomach turns in disgust, how could he be doing this again? How could he be breaking down another girl? Who has the heart to do such a thing, yet again?

And now i’m pickin’ her apart

Like cuttin’ her down will make you miss my wretched heart

But she’s beautiful

She looks kind

She probably gives you butterflies

Y/n hates herself for getting caught up in it. Why did she have to be one of his toys?

I hope you’re happy

But not like how you were with me

I’m selfish, I know

I can’t let you go

So find someone great but don’t find no one better

I hope you’re happy

I wish you all the best

Really

Say you love her, baby

Just not like you love me

And think of me fondly when your hand’s around her

I hope you’re happy

But don’t be happier

But he moved the same exact way for y/n.

A constant reminder that in the long run, he’s not going to win.

I hope you’re happy

Just not like how you were with me

I’m selfish, I know

Can’t let you go

So find some great but don’t find no one better

I hope you’re happy but don’t be happier

Breaking hearts, his specialty.

All of this, yet y/n still can’t let go.

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FRENCH - JEAN KIRSCHTEIN X READER

Warnings : implied semi-nudity, slight making out, Jean is a Frenchman and no you guys can't change my mind, this is set after the timeskip of course, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : tooth-rotting fluff

Word count : 0.8K words

Synopsis : When woken up early, Jean tends to vulnerably speak to his lover in French.

Additional notes : I've added the rough translations of what Jean's saying at the bottom!

Requests : Are open! Check the rules over here.

Masterlist

"C'mon, it's 10 in the morning already, didn't you promise you'd make me that omelette you had your mom teach you how to cook?"

Giggling at the sight of him simply shoving his face further into the pillow, I tried to tug at the blanket in hopes of rousing him awake. Without even uttering a word in protest, he seemed to prefer simply pretending that I didn't currently exist.

Now aware that my only remaining strategy was to play coquettish, I whined his name out, "Jean-bo, wake up!"and then the exact moment my palm rested on his face, a rosy blush formed on his cheeks and he subconsciously leaned in, giving away the fact that he most certainly was awake and only wanting to be babied.

Completely giving up on the idea of pulling him out of bed against his will, I decided to simply lower myself with a sigh and cuddle into his warm chest.

"Je préfère ça¹," he mumbled, voice still hoarse and deep as it always was in the mornings when he just wasn't conscious enough to realize that he'd shifted to his mother language, French rolling off his tongue as he palmed the small of my back tenderly, "Je déteste lever tôt, et tu le sais²."

"Could've never guessed," I chuckled, reaching to run my fingers through his long ash-brown hair, tips digging into his scalp and tugging a satisfied groan from him that had my tummy fluttering.

It didn't take him more than a minute or two of brushing his mullet before he was leaning in, inhaling deeply before his lips met mine in a languid open-mouthed kiss. Warmth pooling in my belly as his tongue stroked against mine lazily, a mix of savoring and wanting to take his own time as I melted into his kiss, my hands limply falling to circle his neck loosely. Once he was content with the way he rendered me almost immobile, he pulled away an inch or two, amber eyes blinked half-open and far too enticing for how early it was in the day.

Soft words were spoken against my lips, "J'adore le plus quand tu es comme ça³," a small smirk adorning his handsome face, he slowly thumbed my wet bottom lip, teasing though he probably hadn't even realized what he was doing, simply going by what his instinct told him to do.

Before I could even react properly, he kissed me delicately one more time, this time sweeter as he angled his face, pointer finger tilting my chin as his other arm wrapped around my shoulder. Responding with just as much---if not even more---eagerness, I couldn't escape his all-consuming embrace even if I wanted to.

"Et si tu n'existais pas, dis-moi pourquoi j'existerais?⁴" he muttered under his breath, eyes still hooded but affectionate as he blinked down at me, even more doting in the mornings than he normally is.

I laughed incredulously, "Did you just quote Joe Dassin on me?"

With a shrug, he leaned his head down on my shoulder, "Par habitude⁵," with his faux confidence he sounded hilarious, and I chortled at the way he clung to me (though I wasn't any better; I did have my arms curled around his naked shoulders, and my leg was thrown across his slim waist).

We fell into a silence that was rather odd after his passionate proclamations; I almost thought he'd fallen asleep, had he not spoken up minutes later, voice far firmer than I'd ever heard from him.

"On s'est promis une vie d'amour et d'espoir⁶."

He said it with so much conviction; so much determination, like he'd die if it didn't come true, that I didn't dare oppose his words or claim otherwise. It was the only thing he put the entirety of his faith in; the one thing he believed in, because he'd said time and time again that he'd rather not live than exist in a world without love and hope tethering us together.

"We'll get that, no matter what it takes," I replied, as gently and as reassuring as I could muster, rubbing his shoulder, "I'll make sure of that."

The lingering silence and his even breathing indicated that he'd fallen into a deep slumber once again. I couldn't hold it against him nor even feign being mad; not when I knew just how rare it was for him to get enough hours of sleep. Fondly, I patted his back, cooing at how endearing he looked in my arms.

"My sweet Jean."

¹ : I prefer this

² : I hate waking up early and you know this

³ : I adore it the most when you're like this

⁴ : And if you did not exist, tell me why would I exist? (these are lyrics from a Joe Dassin song)

⁵ : Force of habit

⁶ : We promised each other a life of love and hope

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shotofire · 3 years

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Butler

Levi Ackerman x F!Reader

Overview: Levi is a butler for your family, and you can’t help but fancy him

Warnings: Cursing, pushy parents, angst, smut, fingering, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, age gap (legal of course), that filthy talk (mild), hair pulling, slight choking

Requested by @heyyharuhi (thank you for this request, as soon as i read the idea i started on it)

Okay, i’m going to admit.... i’m too lazy to proof read this. Work is kicking my ass and i just want to sleep. hopefully i didn’t fuck up too bad. I tend to type faster than my mind is thinking... so i apologize in advance for the typos. enjoy :)

The room is hot, almost enough to make ones skin feel as if it’s on fire. Maybe that had to do with the anger everyone at the dinner table is feeling. The scrunching face of your father and mother as the look of disbelief is spread across their features. Not to mention how silent it is, so uncomfortably silent. The sound of your fork scraping across the table is all that can be heard.

Your father takes in a deep breath, eyes closing in utter frustration. “Tell me again why you don’t like this boy? He’s taken you out to dinner several times now, and has been very kind to our family,” you can only roll your eyes at your fathers words. All they care about is setting you up with a wealthy stuck up man, not someone who will bring happiness. “And every time he flirted with the waitress,” you snap, “also, he has horrible manners.”

It’s sad the situation you’re in, really. This has been going in the family for years, the children not getting to choose who they marry. Of course they could’ve rejected and rejected until their parents gave up, but no one has been able to push through. Your mother is a perfect example with having to marry your father. A stuck up man who you’ve never even seen smile at your mother, it’s saddening. “The man has money, lots of it, and you know how much we’re struggling right now,” your mother says with the same look of disbelief.

The double doors to the dining room swing open, making the conversation come to a pause. There he stood, your butler, with a tray of freshly poured drinks. He has the same expressionless look as always as he strides over to the table setting each cup down. As his body stands close to yours, you can’t help but take in how good he smells. Yes it may come off as creepy, but you’d never encountered a man who smelled so fresh. Like a flower garden.

“Thank you, Levi,” you say with a small smile. Your parents never thank him or even acknowledge him and it pisses you off. The man must be in a horrible situation financially if he’s willing to put up with your parents. They always complain about money yet have maids, chefs, and butlers. As if they can’t do anything for themselves. Levi nods at you with a small smirk in reply before exciting the room.

The rest of dinner goes in, filled with arguments and insults. Just a regular night in this family. It’s frustrating, really, how your parents only care about money. They don’t even care for you, or even themselves. All the two want is to appear rich to everyone else. It’s all about image, that’s it. Why care about those things when you can have love and happiness? That’s all you’ve ever wanted.

Since you were a teen, your parents have been shoving stuck up boy after stuck up boy in your direction. Each one has bragged about their live’s, and how women love them. None have even bothered to ask you a personal question. To get to know you in anyway. Each one saw women as a pretty thing to wear on their arms for public gatherings. And any other time you’d just be seen as another maid to them, it’s the sad truth.

Women are pushed around by men, especially in this life style. All that matters is money and looks. Love won’t get your name respected by others, that’s the power of money. The people you call your parents have never been affectionate towards one another, not that you’ve ever witnessed. It’s not wonder they only ended up having one child. Usually by this age, in your family at least, people are married. Some even have a kid of their own on the way. But you just keep rebelling until they give up, that’s what you’re hoping for.

It’s late now and the hallways are dimly lit, not a sound to be heard. At times like this your mind wanders. Thinking about Levi, which isn’t a good idea. Sure he’s really good looking, but there’s no way he could be interested. When he’d first started coming around, a few months ago, you immediately wanted to get closer to him. Then you learned of his age which was something you definitely weren’t expecting. The man looked around the same age as you.

The sound of a faint hum can be heard from down the hall. It sounds like it’s coming from the living area. As you round the corner you see him standing there. Levi sat on the couch with a book perched in his hands, the lamp lit up next to him. His eyes move to your frame and jumps at your presence. The maids and butlers have their own area of the home to stay in during the night, which is really shitty may you add. He shouldn’t be here during this time. If your parents were to see him there they’d throw a fit.

Before he could react you’re walking towards him, sitting next to him on the red sofa. “What are you reading?” Levi is at a loss for words, really, this has his heart racing. Yet he manages to choke out, “Just some cheap poetry book.” The two of you had only talked a handful of times, and it was never real conversation. The man has always found you beautiful and can’t believe you haven’t gotten married yet. “Shouldn’t you be sleeping?” You ask and he lets out a small laugh, “Couldn’t you ask yourself that?”

Levi feels his chest tighten as you move closer to him, looking at the pages of his book. This whole things was off to him. The man had never seen you in anything but a dress, yet here you were in nothing but a shirt and shorts. He always imagined you to sleep in some sort of fancy silk nightgown. And yes, he thinks about what you wear to bed. He has scolded himself for where his mind has gone to thinking about you, but he can’t help himself. You’ve always been so kind to him.

“You should let me borrow this book sometime,” you say with a small smile. You’re inches away from his face now, eyes peering into one another’s. “Of course,” he gulps. The room fell silent. He isn’t sure if he is reading this moment correctly. One thing he is sure of is he’s definitely not the type of man you need to get caught up with. As this thought crosses his mind he’s quick to stand up off the sofa. “It’s getting late, I should get to bed.” Before you can say a word, he’s walking out of the room.

Complete and utter failure. That was your chance to get closer to him and you ended up scaring him off. Did you come across too forward? Sure you’d gotten rather close to him but you didn’t that that was too far. Was it? You let out a loud huff before falling face first into a pillow, groaning into it.

You were just a young girl who couldn’t decide her future, what could you possibly offer him? He’s older and has his shit figured out, it seems like it at least. As you mentally scold yourself for embarrassing yourself, Levi is in his room doing the same exact thing. He has found you breathtaking from day one and constantly wanted to get to know you. Then the moment you two are alone he panicked.

The man is grown, almost forty, and has been with countless women. Not to brag, he’s just never been one for settling. Then here comes a girl, younger and less experienced than him yet he’s the one choking up. Maybe it was the thought of your parents finding out that got the best of him. They may actually die of shock if they knew you even talked to him in the way you did, in your sweet voice. Or worse, they’d kill Levi themselves.

The next day rolls around, then the next, and so on. It seems like Levi is avoiding you to the furthest extent that he can and it’s really pissing you off. You don’t think he’s required to like you, but you’re still kind to him. You still try and brighten his day with a smile or a simple, “how are you?” Yet he won’t even stick around long enough for you to ask. Did you make him that uncomfortable? You’d rather hear him reject you then have this awkwardness floating in the air.

Knowing that you could’ve possibly made him feel uncomfortable really started to eat at your conscious. For awhile you stopped wandering the halls at night searching for him. Most of the times, after the first encounter, he’d hurry off at the first sight of you. Even through all of this your desire for him only seems to grow more intense.

Why did he have to be so damn attractive?

You lay in your bed, looking up at the ceiling. Levi is the only thing on your mind. It’s hard to not wonder what he’s doing on late nights like this. On a Sunday, your parents off doing business in town. No one here to boss him or the other workers around.Maybe he got scared off thinking of your parents catching you two so close that night, of course that’s something you keep telling yourself.

Being stuck in your home not allowed anywhere always eats away at you. Being here wasn’t something you enjoyed any day, but actually being told you can’t leave makes you feel crazy. When your parents are away they think the maids and butlers are going to pocket the entire house and run off. But you know each staff member well enough to come to the conclusion that they’d never do such a thing. If only your parents would listen to you when saying this, maybe you wouldn’t be trapped in here.

When they’re off doing business or whatnot, the staff takes that as their full opportunity to get some good sleep. Just be able to relax. Your parents always have them on the go it seems, until the sun goes down. Sometimes, most of the time, even later than that. They’ll see a book out of place and call for a maid instead of doing it themselves.

The staff has always been fond of you from the beginning. Some of the older maids watched you as a little girl. You’d always beg them to help clean or just be around them. As you grew older, you stopped asking to help and went ahead and did it anyway. If you notice they happen to miss something, which is rare, you’ll grab a duster or a broom and finish the job. It breaks your heart when your parents treat them to harshly.

That’s one of the many reasons Levi is so fond of you. Even after being raised by such pigs you still managed to be your own person. To be kind. He’d worked for other wealthy families in the past and usually every member was horrid, and treated him like dirt. Then he came here and met you, a sweet girl who loves to help.

Levi remembers when he was first joined the staff at your home. It was very hectic. He didn’t expect your parents to need such assistance. Usually families would try and do some things for themselves, but no. It seems your parents need their hands held constantly like children. It was a lot to handle at once, but you made it easier for him.

You helped him set appointments, organize, or any other unpredictable needs. He didn’t talk much, but he still made it very apparent that he appreciated all of your help. Moments like those were when you would look at him and just be in awe of his beauty. To you he was like a prince. So charming and kind, his looks are just a bonus.

You find yourself rising to your feet and leaving your room. The sun has already set and the stars are lighting up the sky. Your home is quiet now, somewhat peaceful without your parents. Without thinking, you’re in the hall walking through the darkness. Your fingers trace along the wall as your toes gently push into the carpet. You’d hate to wake anyone up this late.

As if your body knows something before you do, your stomach begins to have slight butterflies before rounding the corner into the living area. Would Levi even be up this late? it’s much later than the times he’s usually out here reading. As you turn the corner your eyes land on him and you take a silent breath, that you can’t help but hold onto for a second longer.

On the sofa sits Levi. His hair is clutched between a few of his fingers as his eyes squint at the book he’s reading, almost frustrated it seems. Instead of saying anything and scaring him off you swiftly walk to him and sit yourself down. He lets out a small, ‘ah’ at your presence, not expecting you, and you can’t help but let out a small giggle at his reaction.

“What? Not happy to see me?” The sweet smile on your face makes a blush rise to his cheeks. Of course he’s happy to see you, even if he can be complicated sometimes. “Uh, no. Not that, just didn’t expect you up so late.” That’s truly what it is. He came out here with a full expectation that you, and everyone else, would be fast asleep. “I guess we’re both night people, huh?” You shove at him lightly with your arm and he smirks.

There’s a silence that falls over you two, but it’s not uncomfortable. You can’t help but move a bit closer to him, the situation feeling all too familiar. This time Levi isn’t tensing up, or moving away. If anything, you’re pretty sure he moves closer to you ass well. “What are you reading this time?” Your sweet voice makes him shiver.

His eyes scan over your features, sticking to your lips for a little too long. This doesn’t go unnoticed by you. “Just some romance novel I picked up, it’s sorta frustrating to read.” “How so?” Your eyes sparkle in interest. Your bodies are so close, just the side of your leg pressed up against his has his heart racing. That and the fact you look beautiful right now.

“They both like each other and won’t act upon it, and it just keeps getting drawn out. All it is is boring conversation and hearing their thoughts. They should just kiss already.” He watches as your face moves closer to his, lip sinking into your bottom lip. “I think they should just kiss already, too.”

That’s all it takes for Levi to close the gap in-between you two. Your arms come up to wrap around his neck, while his hands have already started grabbing at your waist. His touch sends electricity through you. You’d only been with a few men, and Levi was already making you feel a knot in your stomach that you’d never felt before. It was a good feeling.

A feeling of excitement.

One of his, rather big, hands trail up your spine causing you to shiver at his touch. The hand goes all the way up until it reaches the base of your neck, tangling in your hair. You can’t stop yourself from moaning into the bruising kiss as his fingers tug at your locks. He smirks, and you feel it. His other hand squeezes your thigh, sending a jolt right to your heat.

Levi pulls back to examine your face, rosy cheeks and eyes half open. “Fuck, you’re breathtaking,” he cursed before diving back in. This time his lips are attack your neck, nibbling and licking as you let out high pitched sighs.

This is all happening so fast, but you love it. There is so much built up tension between the two of you and it’s all coming out. You can’t stop yourself from tugging at his shirt, a whine falls from your lips. There’s no telling how many times you’ve dreamed of seeing this man without a shirt on. He follows your complies and pulls the shirt over his head, exposing the pure glory beneath. Yes, glory.

You stare for a good moment. He’s so fit, more than you imagined. “Like what you see?” He teases with a cocky smile. “More than like, I could look at you all day.” The blush that spreads across his face doesn’t go unnoticed by you. He looks into your eyes and his hands snake under your shirt, slightly pushing you backwards until your back meets the sofa. He’s above you now, with a shit-eating grin.

When his fingers make contact with your chest he can’t help but bite his lip. You don’t have a bra on. “Do you want me as much as I want you?” You’re about to answer his question, but his fingers brush against your nipples. The action makes you let out a soft gasp at the feeling. “What was that?” He asks with that same cocky smirk, “Use your words princess.”

The pet name just sends you for another loop. “Yes,” you manage to get out, “I want you.” He presses his lips to yours, then your neck again, before discarding of your shirt. His soft lips trace down you stomach with light feathery kisses, making your breathing become uneven. His fingers loop in the waist ban of your shorts before pulling them down your legs, tossing them in some random direction.

Everything happening has your head spinning. In the best way possible, of course. His mouth is hovering about your clothes core now, it’s enough to drive you mad. Your excitement is visible on your underwear. “So wet,” he coos, his breath fanning against you. He takes off the last item on your body, leaving you bare.

For a second you want to close your legs when the shyness kicks in, but Levi acts quick. His lips attack to your clit in an instant, and your fingers fly to his hair. Tangling and pushing him closer into you. His mouth is like magic. “Fuck-“ you cut yourself off with a moan. His tongue moves up and down your slit, circling your clit. Your eyes practically roll into the back of your head.

His finger comes up to circle your entrance before pushing its way in. The way he’s working with his mouth and fingers had you seeing stars. “I’m gonna-“ right before you finish he completed stops his actions. Of course he just had to be a little shit.

“You’re going to come on my cock,” he says with a smile. Just his words alone have your stomach turning. He lines himself up with you before pushing forward slowly. You hiss at the pain, never ever have you been with someone this big. He halts his actions at the sound you make, but you’re quick to beg for me. “No, keep going, please don’t stop!”

He slams into you and you hold back a scream. The pain quickly turns into pleasure as his hips start to slam into yours. “How does that feel princess?” Him and that damn pet name again. “So, So good,” you manage to get out. Unexpectedly, his hand comes up to wrap around your throat, pressing lightly. Your eyes just about light up when he brushes against that spot.

He must of saw the sparkle in your eyes, so he does the same movement. Over, over, and over again. It doesn’t take long before you’re coming undone around him, shaking and vision blurring. His movements continue until he’s coming inside of you, deep grunts escaping his mouth. The only sound is heavy breathing as Levi lays on top of your chest.

“Do you want to go to my room and cuddle?”

Levi looks at you with a childish grin. “of course.”

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shotofire · 3 years

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505

TODORKI x F!READER

•Overview: a short fic based on the song “505” by Arctic Monkeys

•Warnings: smut, cursing, toxic relations

•Season: not within a certain season, set after highschool

All characters are 18+ in this fic, so you should be too.

I’m going back to 505

If it’s a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive

In my imagination you’re waiting, lyin’ on your side

With your hands between your thighs

Todoroki stares out the train’s window with a blank expression. He couldn’t believe he was doing this shit to himself again. Letting (y/n) convince him to come over on a late night. He knew she’d be waiting for him in the most provocative position, probably already touching herself. The ride only had a few minutes left before he reached her.

She was going to take advantage of his feelings for her just like the last visit, and the many times before that. He’d been in love with her since the second their eyes met on the first day at UA. Of course (y/n) wasn’t in the same boat, relationships weren’t her thing at the time and still aren’t.

He drags his feet up the stairs of her apartment complex. The weight on his shoulders was too much to bare yet he kept going. He kept coming back with a smile, all to see her. The man just wanted to be around her, even if it hurt.

Knuckles tapped against the red wooden door in front of him, the numbers 505 nailed to it. The pit in his stomach began to form as always. The feelings for her were only going to grow after tonight, he was well aware of this but he keeps coming back.

(y/n)’s silky voice told him to come in, the feeling of lust from her was prominent. His eyes softened at the sight of the women on the black couch in only a bra and underwear, and one of her hands was snaked into her panties. The other toyed with her chest, a smirk plastered across her face.

Stop and wait a sec

Oh, when you look at me like that, my darling

What did you expect?

I probably still adore you with your hands around my neck

Or I did last time I checked

Her eyes were darkened with desire and lust. She takes her hand out of her underwear to motion him closer. He could only think about how beautiful she looked right now. Hair a slight mess after a lazy day, lips bitten red, cheeks flushed, she was truly breathtaking. This image would be imbedded in his mind forever.

Todoroki’s feet moved as his mind raced, frame towering over hers as she still rested on the couch. She smirks at him before standing up, fingers coming to trace his jaw and neck. The two didn’t say a word, only colliding lips in a hungry kiss. His hands cup underneath her thighs to lift her up, legs wrapped around his waist.

She looped one arm around his neck as the other got tangled in his red and white hair. He couldn’t help but moan at the feeling, her touch sent electricity through him. He was under a complete spell when she was around. It didn’t matter if he was in the middle of doing something he’d rush to her appartment in an instant. Anything to have her attention, even if they had different ideas of what they truly wanted from one another.

He carries her to the bedroom while lips and tongues continue to fight for dominance. He drops her onto the soft mattress before diving into her neck, leaving one sloppy kiss after another. She lets out the most lewd noises that send shocks straight to his manhood.

The sounds she makes has to be his favorite thing in the world. It was pure music to his ears, it’s something he’ll never get tired of.

Soon his clothes are scattered on the floor and the undergarments that remained on her were discarded as well. He looked at her naked body with love in his eyes, but the only thing hers held were lust.

Not shy of a spark

The knife twist at the thought that I should fall short of the mark

Frightened by the bite but it’s no harsher than the bark

Middle of adventure, such a perfect place to start

Hips hit one another as moans filled the room. He pampered her face and chest with kisses as her mouth hung open in pure bliss. There was a reason she kept calling Todoroki back here, he knew how to make her feel good. No one reached the peak of pleasure like he did.

The feelings of pleasure and pain mixed within the poor mans chest. It felt as if a knife had been stuck straight into his heart. Knowing he didn’t measure up to all of her desires. He wanted it to be more than sex, more than lust, more than this. He knows nothing is going to change yet he keeps coming back, keeps satisfying her even though he leaves with his heart more broken than before.

If only she knew she help the knife that was taking away his happiness each time he returned. The love he has for her stops him from thinking about his own well being. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place. There was no getting out as long as she kept calling him back.

As his member moved within her walls it didn’t feel right. There was no true meaning behind this, there was no gain for him. It was all about her, all about the way she felt. Each time this happens he tries to make her feel better than the time before, hoping the actions will somehow convince her to just love him back. To need him as much as he needed her.

I’m going back to 505

If it’s a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive

In my imagination you’re waitin’ , lyin’ on your side

With your hands between your thighs

All the times he’s been here begin to flood his mind. He can’t believe he’s let (y/n) take advantage of his feelings so much. He knows she’s fully aware of how he feels for her, how he’s felt for years, yet she continues to punish him like this.

He lets her take bit by bit of him, and soon there’s going to be nothing left to take.

The headboard begins to slam into the wall harder as his takes out his pent anger and frustration. She’s been playing him for years, using him, and holding him back. He could’ve been with someone who actually loved him back, he could’ve been happy.

Her moans increase and a smile of pleasure is plastered across her flawless face. He watches as her eyes close and she throws her head back with enjoyment. Deep down he wished she wouldn’t enjoy it, that she thought it’d be the worst sex she’s ever had and didn’t want him to dive between her thighs ever again.

She’d stop calling him late at night with a needy voice, and he wouldn’t be stuck on this endless loop of hurt.

But I crumble completely when you cry

It seems like once again you’ve had to greet me with goodbye

I’m always just about to go and spoil the surprise

Take my hands off of your eyes too soon

Todoroki’s love for (y/n) grew every minute he spent with her. It didn’t matter if he was breaking inside at the same time, she just had that effect on him. It’s what made things so much harder.

Tears brimmed in the corner of both their eyes, his in pain and hers in pleasure. She rocked her hips to meet his and gasped at the feeling, it was overwhelming in the best way possible. The tears rolled down her cheeks as she called out his name breathlessly.

His heart panged in his chest at the sight. Why couldn’t she feel the same things he felt? Where did he go wrong? Everything starts to hurt as soon as he walks into her appartment. Knowing at the end of the night he’s going to leave. It’s as if it’s already a goodbye when the two begin to kiss.

Tears fall from his face onto her neck and she feels them. Her eyes open to see how broken he is, what she’s done to him. But she feels nothing for him, seeing him like this isn’t going to change anything.

She throws her head back once again as she reaches her high, back arching and moans increasing. Her walls tighten around him and he lets a moan slip at the feeling. His movements only increase to soon reach his end, biting his swollen lips. He slams his hips into hers in one hard thrust before letting go inside of her.

His body falls next to hers in a fit of heavy breathing, and as always, no words are spoken.

I’m going back to 505

If it’s a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive

In my imagination you’re waitin’ , lyin’ on your side

With your hands between your thighs and a smile

He stares up at the ceiling that he knows all too well while his head spins, and his body feeling numb. He’s came here once again, did what he was wanted for, and soon he’ll be leaving.

(y/n) has her forearm resting on top of her eyes, trying to catch her breath. Each are glistening in sweat. He turns his head to look at her, admiring the way her hair sprawls out on the pillow beneath her and how red bitten her lips are. She was a devil but disguised herself as an angel.

Her breathing began to slow down and her body relaxed. She’s fallen asleep, out of energy from the events that just unfolded. He knows this is his que to leave he wasn’t welcome to sleep over. The times he’s done that have resulted in her waking up saying she had company coming, something to do or somewhere to be. He knew it was all a lie to get him to go, he was only wanted for one thing.

He gathers his clothes then slips into them, and then checks the time. It was nearly two in the morning and he looked like he just got wrecked. Hair sticking in every direction, a fresh hicky on his neck, and lipstick stains on his lips.

A shiver runs through (y/n)’s body and he notices. He grabs the blanket that sits at the bottom of her bed and covers her naked frame. He pushes the stray hairs out of her face and presses a light feathery kiss to her forehead.

She was a beautiful sight right now, as always. He only wishes he could lay next to her and hold her, make her feel loved. But he knew she wasn’t interested in feeling that way, it would’ve happened by now.

A tear escapes his eyes and he sniffles. It hurt even more this time to leave. Why did he have to care so much? Why did he have to love so hard?

He wiped the tears and whispered, “goodbye.”

Even though he knew he’d be back, wether that be in a few days or a few weeks. It wouldn’t be long before she took advantage of him once again.

He left with a new piece of his heart within her grasp.

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your anons are so aggro lately. it must be mating season

okay so you arent wrong but this is literally the worst way you couldve put it

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shotofire · 3 years

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eren + back appreciation post

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hi! id appreciate it if you would have half of your work under the cut so its easier to scroll by 🥺. ofc ive alresdy read butler but it would be nice for the option to skip by since youve reposted it.

gonna be honest, i don’t know how to do this. so if someone could help me i’d appreciate it.

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shotofire · 3 years

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Butler

Levi Ackerman x F!Reader

Overview: Levi is a butler for your family, and you can’t help but fancy him

Warnings: Cursing, pushy parents, angst, smut, fingering, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, age gap (legal of course), that filthy talk (mild), hair pulling, slight choking

Requested by @heyyharuhi (thank you for this request, as soon as i read the idea i started on it)

Why did he have to be so damn attractive?

A feeling of excitement.

“Do you want to go to my room and cuddle?”

Levi looks at you with a childish grin. “of course.”

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