Exbrodokills
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Words left unsaid, neglected: Levi and Erwin understand they can't love each other.
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“I saw it, you know,” Levi starts, making an attempt at meeting his gaze, “How everyone looks at you, like you’re a prize they ought to win.”
“I am sort of a trophy, don’t you think?” Erwin smiles.
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Or, Erwin manwhores for the Corps, and Levi gets jealous.
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Bitter coffee and Cupid's sweetness by Exbrodokills for mechanicalbride16
Fandoms: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan
25 Dec 2021
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“No, sorry, could you repeat that?”
“I /said/, Isabel, that he doesn’t know what I look like,” Levi says, drink in hand and eyes looking down at the counter.
Isabel – his sister – blinks a couple of times, processing what he’s just said. Well, he’s not going to argue with her.
He barged inside her coffee shop not more than ten minutes ago, all dressed up, wearing his favorite leather jacket, black shirt and pants (ripped; the cold doesn’t bother him), and the prettiest ear piercings he’s got. Or, well, tough-looking. Then, he ordered a medium black coffee with two espresso shots, sat down, and said,
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Each passing second, Erwin feels more and more feverish, guts twitching, eyes unfocused when he catches Levi looking at him, worry etched into his face- and fuck, when Erwin can’t help himself from looking at his lips, he understands.
He’s going into his rut.
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formally speaking, sylus is a...sponsor. more colloquially, he's your sugar daddy -- and you're starting to wonder if he might actually want more. (crosspost from tumblr)
Bookmarked by Exbrodokills
23 Apr 2025
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Wonderful writing, wonderful everything, future me be careful the ending made you cry (u missed a tag), author i love your writing i need to eat it
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There’s a wet sound as his mouth unlatches from you and he says, “Just one more, sweetie. Please.” His eyes are glazed over, drunk on the taste of you. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
Or, Sylus is more than willing to submit to you when it comes to sex. All you have to do is ask.
Bookmarked by Exbrodokills
22 Apr 2025
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Bite My Tongue, Bide My Time by beschleunigte
Fandoms: 恋与深空 | Love and Deepspace (Video Game)
23 Feb 2025
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“Come on,” you tell him, slipping the photo into the chest pocket of his suit jacket. “This’ll give you a boost. I promise.”
It is so captivating, satisfying even, to watch Rafayel's face quirk with curious doubt—then drain of all color—then flush the deepest red you’ve ever seen, all the way up to the tips of his ears. He clears his throat, sandwiching the photo in his hands, protecting it from prying eyes or wayward camera lenses, and his voice drops to a hiss. “What is this?”
“What does it look like?” You shrug, a curl falling into your eyes, and you playfully tuck it behind your ear. “It’s a boudoir photo. Duh.”
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Or: Rafayel needs a little motivation to get through another event. You might have something that will help.
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- Part 1 of You Should See Me In A Crown
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17 Apr 2025
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You don’t know how to describe the look on Caleb’s face. It’s not disgusted, or even appalled. But it’s certainly not eager, either. You think you might catch a little restraint if you squint. But from what?
When he says your name it’s slow, and deliberate, and it thrums deep in your chest, in the pit of your heart. “What’re you saying, exactly?”
Your fingers curl into his blankets, nails snagging on the fabric. Bite. The bullet. “Look, I’m just saying—I’m saying that if. If I had to find out with somebody. You’d be that somebody. I guess. All right? Okay? Is that so awful?”
Or: Maybe you shouldn't have asked Caleb if he's still a virgin.
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17 Apr 2025
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The red in his cheeks is fading to a healthier pink, at least, and you feel brave enough, soft enough, to press your lips to his forehead, the sparkle of blue on his cheekbone. He shudders in his sleep, poor, beautiful boy, and you can’t help a quiet laugh as you thumb his hair out of his face. No, you’ll never, ever hurt him. You love him too much. You should tell him more often. You should tell him when he wakes up.
Your knuckles brush over his brow, smoothing out the furrow there, and you rest your hand on his neck, thumbing the line of his jaw. And this time, when he sighs, oh, his whole body seems to do it, so beautiful, so, oh, you could just…
Wait a minute.
What day is it again?
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Or: the universe really did something, making you ovulate on Ebb Day, of all days.
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17 Apr 2025
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Best writing I’ve seen in a very long time oughhh this is so beautiful