A follow up on my thoughts of college player!eren and best friend!reader
- as everyone else seems to agree, college best friend! Eren would totally be an athlete, and a total player
- an athlete, an alright student, but damn hot to boot
- he always seems to stroll into class right before the professor starts talking, with his duffel bag slung over his shoulder
- he never brings his laptop, never brings a notebook. He just somehow fishes a pencil out from his low slung sweatpants and sits there, twirling it between his fingersÂ
- he always has an endless string of hookups, borne mostly of his fan club that seems to have his schedule memorized, always waiting outside of his classesÂ
- somehow though, you managed to become friends with him, best friends at thatÂ
- perhaps it was because you were already in a relationship when you met, because Eren, although he may be a player, still has rules he follows and cheating is something he would not condoneÂ
- you did not grow up with him as Mikasa and Armin had, but to others, you might as well have, your spot by his side so solidified, you were an honorary member of his âfamilyâ groupÂ
- but there are some things Eren could not talk to Mikasa about, and things Armin wouldnât understandÂ
- so he gives you a callÂ
- anytime, anywhere, he would chat with you for hours as you nod along absentmindedly, his voice echoing on speakerphone as you tap away on your phoneÂ
- he tells you of the late-night activities he gets dragged out to by his team, tells you of the shenanigans they get up to, and all his romantic encountersÂ
- you just hum along, trying to keep all the names clear in your head as you listen
- neither of you realize when the relationship took a turnÂ
- it started one day when Eren told you about a new hookup (fling he called it). After all, it was final year and she already accepted a job offer halfway across the worldÂ
- as he was telling you about her messy hair, their late-night post coital mcDonalds runs, and about her complaints of the marks he would leave, you felt this uncomfortable twist of your stomachÂ
-Â âwhy herâ was the first thought you had - and that moment scared you because you had not thought that in the nearly 4 years you spent with Eren
- you wondered perhaps if he was doing it mildly on purpose, goading you into a confessionÂ
- you started reading into his texts a little too much, feeling the tingle and rush of warmth to your cheeks at his flirtationÂ
- âyou suckâ you'd say, âyou love it, admit itâ heâd reply, his teasing getting more and more boldÂ
- little did you know, what you were feeling started for Eren far beforeÂ
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Imagine he gets his hands dirty and his perfect hair getting messyđ
STOP IT
I had to cover my face for a solid minute before responding to this
mob boss erwin x reader, 18+ pls, very suggestive
It takes a lot to get Erwin to remove his gloves. The sight of his fingertips splattered red with evidence of his...successful business deals was not too distant a memory, but one that is simply beneath him now.
Even the ever impassive Levi will cast a sidelong glance and murmur a quiet "sir?" when Erwin tugs at his gloves with a dark glint in his eyes, looking down at the unfortunate soul who is currently cowering and begging for his life on the cold concrete.
These days, Erwin was untouchable. The face of a governor, the demeanour of a leader, but the cold, bloodlust that makes even those who hear of his name in passing quake in their boots ensures that the warm daylight is one that is rarely graced with his presence. He owns the shadows. He owns the night. He even owns everything that dares go bump in the night.
But for you, oh for you, Erwin will gladly pull off his gloves, loosening it finger by finger as his eyes never once leaves yours, watching as you squirm and whimper impatiently as he takes his time. He'd bring the loosened glove to your lips, satisfaction evident in his heavy exhale as your tug the garment loose with your teeth.
That's right...it takes a lot for Erwin to remove his gloves. After all, what is to be splattered on his fingertips is much more enjoyable than blood.
Hope you are well, my love. Itâs been a few months I have last seen you. Is it selfish of me to miss you?
Our home has been lonely without you. The bedsheets are too cold. The shirts donât smell no longer like you. My mornings are nothing without you. I miss you, I miss your smell, your arms, I miss lying with you in our bed, I miss talking with you.
I canât sleep knowing you arenât with me. I canât sleep because I canât help but be scared that you wonât ever come back from the expeditions.
So, please love, come back alive, come back to me.
Your love,
San
San,
From your worried tone, it seems my previous letters to you have not been received. After all, so many of our mailers ride out into the night without making it to the city. I wonder now how many of your words never made it to me.
I hope you receive this letter, if not the others. There is good news. We are heading home. The town we were in was hospitable, and the villagers pleasant, but it was not home. Not without you.
I write as the others are still packing the wagon. Perhaps by the time you receive this, I will be handing you this letter myself. What a surprise that would be.
[Context: This letter is linked to what I wrote last year XD after my drunken confession to Levi, he did make me 'confess' to him again in private. We started dating in secret (hehe) after that.]
Levi, my love,
In a blink of an eye, a year had passed since that day. Yet, my feelings for you remain as strong as always, and likewise, the embarrassing memory of my drunken confession last year as well.
It still seemed like a dream when you asked to meet me at the stables back then. I truly thought you were joking when you said it was only going to be you and me.
I could still remember the shaking of my hands when you made me repeat whatever I said while I was drunk. I prayed with all my might that you weren't going to make me run laps afterwards.
I could still remember the warmth of my cheeks when you gave me a gentle smile instead, muttering a 'tch, come here,' before pulling me into your embrace. Our hug only lasted seconds, yet to me, it felt like time was frozen in place.
I could still feel the butterflies in my stomach when you let go of me. You told me to close my eyes, and right after, your lips were on mine. My heart felt like it was bursting out of my chest, and I wondered if you felt the same.
I could still hear the loud thumping of my heart after you took my hand and walked me back to my bunk, and you told me that today is the day where we began. I smiled so wide my cheeks started to hurt, and you just ruffled my hair and said good night.
Even though time passed and many things changed, my love for you remains the same. You'll always be my lover, the holder of my heart, my future, and my man.
Yours forever,
Rei.
Rei,
You complain, but it was the least you could do to confess to me again while sober. Otherwise, I would have never hear the end of it from the others.
I was worried you would not feel the same once the wine wore off. I figured, no one but the horses need know if that was the case. Thinking back, that was not a very good spot to choose.
You should not write such things in letters you know. We open these letters with all the rest, and now the others are looking at me with that glint in their eyes. The rest of the evening will be filled with "ohhh what did she say this time? Let us read your little love note too Levi!"
I will save the time and ink and tell you the rest in person. Writing is not my strong suit and the last thing I want is for someone else to get their hands on this letter. But I suppose I could spare that thought. I love you too. Then, now, and forever.
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After so many years, this letter may not come as a surprise to you. I fear I havenât been as hidden with my feelings about you as I shouldâve been. Especially considering⌠everything.Â
I know we wouldnât have met if you werenât sent to protect me. The world wouldnât torment me if I were born lesser, because then I could be yours and you could be mine, and lord knows itâs too cruel for a kindness like that. How painful it is that the universe puts you so close yet keeps you just out of reach.Â
But I want you to know that even if I can't have you, if I can't touch and love you the way I want or the way you deserve, the only thing my heart longs for is you. I sit through lessons, and beside my father in court and all I want is to be anywhere else. Somewhere quiet, without tradition and war. Somewhere where I can be with you.Â
Youâre around so often, and yet you seem so far away. How I love the walks in the garden we take, where you offer your arm so I donât trip. Or the dances, even though I barely see you aside from the one dance we have together. I never feel safer knowing that you're so close by my side or right outside the door. I have to put on a face for so many things, be brave and act accordingly. I wish I were able to speak this to your face but I fear my words would fail me. Or my body would betray me and cause me to not say anything at all.Â
How often I have been so close to saying it to you only to stop myself in the name of being proper and doing my duty. The way you stick by me on my sickbed, or remember what honey I liked best in my tea. These things, you being yourself, you don't even know how hard it's been for me not to say anything even though I know it's for the best.Â
Yet here I am, writing a letter anyway as if somehow it means less. But no matter how I tell you, it's no less true. I love you Erwin. With every fibre of my being, I love you. The list of things I wouldn't give to be with you is easier to remember than the list of things I would. I could give everything.Â
I know nothing good could really come from my confession, nothing except knowing that perhaps youâll be mine.Â
Forever yours, Nemo
Your Royal Highness,
I write my reply by candlelight, for fear of prying eyes. Even now you slumber just beyond my reach, but oh, princess, my princess, how I long to be with you.
I have accepted years ago the fact that to be by your side is all I will ever have of you. To silently watch over you, to give my life for you.
Those moments we shared in the garden I believed to be my duty, but now I admit they were selfish. I wanted to offer you my hand out of fondness and nothing else. To hold your hands in mine and pretend, just for a moment, that we live in a world where there was no duty. No duty to the crown, to his Royal Highness the King, to tradition.
To do away with all of it, I would give my title, my knighthood, my honours, everything. If just to spend a moment away from it all with you. To dance more than once dance with you before handing you off to your many suitors, or to speak up when you father admonishes you before the court for your lack of interest in that snivelling prince who thinks he is, for one second, worthy of your hand.
And now, my dear princess, even now I must read your words over and over, for fear they may disappear if I pry my eyes away. I now know fate was not so cruel to allow us to meet and for a simple royal guard such as myself to fall so deeply in love without reprieve. To know your feelings, to understand that those moments were not my own, oh how I cherish them.
You are right, however your highness, for nothing good could come of your gilden words. I will carry your letter by my heart, but you must never write me again. There are dangers beyond your comprehension within these walls, and there are eyes and ears abound. What we share must be kept hidden, for my safety, and more importantly, yours.
I will carry you with me no matter how far I stray. No matter where it is my duty to the crown takes me, know that my heart is with you. Always. Forever.
(Pretend my first letter wasn't sent back in 2021! LOL And thank you for encouraging me to send in another letter. I adore Levi so much and I appreciate you doing this event!!)
Hello again Levi,
Itâs been a while since I last wrote to you. Hopefully you havenât forgotten your fellow tea drinker from the Garrison. Iâve heard reports about how busy the scouting regiment is right now, so I understand it must be hard to find time to write. I only hope that you are in as good of health and spirits as you can be despite the strenuous nature, both physically and emotionally, of your position.
Youâll probably think this is silly, but the main reason Iâm writing to you is because Valentineâs Day is coming up very soon. Iâve always thought of it as a sort of frivolous holiday myself. But with the way things have been lately, maybe it isnât such a bad idea to focus on something more positive and lighthearted. And if Iâm being honest, youâve been on my mind a lot lately. I miss our cozy meetings at the cafe and the comfortable chats we always share. Hopefully I donât come off as presumptuous by asking this, but even if we canât see each other in person, what do you think about being each otherâs Valentines?
Whatever your answer is, I want you to know that you have someone here thinking of you and wishing you the best.
Sincerely,
Cindy
Cindy,
It is nice to receive a letter from the Garrison that isn't related to a materials request. When I first received this, I was wondering if perhaps it was misaddressed to me. After all, I rarely handle to political wrangling between regiments. Imagine my surprise.
Your wishes of good health and spirits are well received. I hope you are faring well yourself. It has been a while since our last correspondence, but I have to say I do keep an eye out for you during our rare excursions into the city. That cafe you so love is still faring well.
Admittedly, I have not much experience with Valentine's Day, you will have to forgive me. Perhaps we could meet at that cafe tomorrow after evening rounds. We could celebrate together in any way you desire.
