Y/n finds an injured Levi in the forest and takes him into her cottage where they get intimate with each other. "𝘚𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦... 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦." (This story has a lot of sex, it's short and fast paced. Please don't read if smut makes you uncomfortable) - cover art: roredwarrior 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐒: -18+ (smut) -S/A, gore, suicide -Set in cannon universe, but does not follow the cannon plot 5/25/22 #1 in ackerman 6/4/22 #1 in aotfanfic 6/7/22 #1 in aot 6/16/22 #1 in leviackerman 7/6/22 #1 in attackontitan 9/1/22 #1 in snk 12/21/22 #1 in aotxreader 12/26/22 #1 in ynstories completed: aug 2022

❝𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. 𝐈'𝐦 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬..❝ A Kpop demon hunters story Baby Saja x oc Rankings: #1 netflix #2 idols #2 abby #2 babysaja #2 mysterysaja #2 romancesaja #3 kpopdemonhunters #3 abssaja #3 rumi #4 sajaboys #5 fanfiction

Chantay Pierre is new to Montana, from the big city. She never imagine she would find so much peace in the country. She was ready to start her new life and leave the past in the past, but when she bumps into an unexpected cold cowboy. Things happen. Xavier Lee, born and raised in Montana was always deemed as cold. He didn't know if it was resting bitch face or huge body build. Not being respected as a cowboy due to his ethnicity he struggles to fit in and get his ranch up and running.

Y/N was just looking for a way to pay the bills. What she didn't expect was to capture the attention-and heart-of Satoru Gojo, older, rich, cocky as hell... and dangerously obsessed. Face hidden, body draped in nothing but temptation- what was supposed to be a simple sugar arrangement spiraled into something far more twisted. Late-night texts turned into dirty calls. First-class flights became silk sheets and soft moans. And Satoru? He made it clear: no one touches what's his. But beneath all that money, sin, and possessive hunger, there's something else-something deeper. A man with a past. A girl with a weakness for older men. And a connection that feels too good to be casual. She thought it was just about the cash. He knew it was always more. Was this ever just a transaction... or has her heart been bought for good? DISCLAIMER : Heavy smut, harsh language, kink for older men

Y/N was recruited by a young Levi Ackerman to join the Scout Regiment after living on the streets like a rat. But what was supposed to be a simple savior-victim relationship became complicated when emotions took control and blurred the lines. COMPLETED (04/17/2021) WARNING: Lemons along the way. 🍋 Read at your own risk.

Levi leans his forearms onto the counter. "I think they're useless." "Boring and unoriginal. I was hoping for a bit more creativity." You look completely unfazed. For some reason, that bothers him. "So this is your calling," he says. "Your passion. And you're going to let me come in here and insult the hell out of flowers." Your eyes meet his. "I have the feeling I'll be getting your money either way," you say casually, turning the card machine towards him. "Will that be cash or card?" . Or, Levi Ackerman thinks flowers do nothing but cost a shit ton of money, carry around bugs, and then die, thereby defining them as pointless. But then he meets you, and while they're still all of those things, maybe they have a different definition. Modern AU. Inspired by purple hyacinths. Cover by @ AniMak926 on twitter!

Ackermans are known to be the strongest soldiers of humanity. They attract the admiration and envy of many. But at what cost? Its one thing to be bonded to an Ackerman, but it's a whole different story when that Ackerman is making your life a living hell. "Do you think I want to be bonded to you?" "Do you want to die then because that's just fine with me." #1 ShingekiNoKyojin (05/06/2021) #1 Bonds (05/10/2021) #1 Manga (05/25/2021) #1 AOTFanfic (05/31/2021) #1 LeviAckerman (07/04/2021) #1 SNKFanfiction (25/08/2021) #1 AOTxReader (10/10/2021) #1 AOT (21/11/2021) Started: April 19,2021 Completed: June 1, 2021

ʏ/ɴ ɪꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴡᴇᴇᴋ ɪɴ ᴘᴀʀᴀᴅɪꜱ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱɪᴛʏ. ɴᴇᴡ ᴄᴀᴍᴘᴜꜱ, ɴᴇᴡ ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱᴇꜱ, ɴᴇᴡ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ. ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ɴᴏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴅɪꜱᴛʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴀʀᴍɪɴ ᴀʀʟᴇʀᴛ, ᴀ Qᴜɪᴇᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟᴇᴄᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴀʀᴘᴇʀ ɪɴꜱᴛɪɴᴄᴛꜱ, ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇꜱ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟᴋꜱ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪʙʀᴀʀʏ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜɪꜱ ɴᴀᴍᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ʜᴇʀꜱ ɴᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡʜᴏ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴇᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ᴜɴꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ɪꜱ. ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴀʀᴍɪɴ ᴀʀʟᴇʀᴛ

"I'm supposed to kill you," I told him, "I bet," he whispered, staring through my glasses, "I should ask....why haven't you killed me?" I asked him "I don't know," he said in a monotone voice as he came closer, pressing his chest against mine as he lifted my chin "You need to leave-" "and you need to die. Wanna write a to do list?" I asked making him smile wider