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cream-no-sugar · 2 years

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make me forget (a jeankasa smut scene)

fandom: aot/snk

characters: mikasa ackerman x jean kirstein (background: mikasa ackerman x eren jaeger)

synopsis: still reeling from her impromptu encounter with eren jaeger (the leader of a rival gang in the rural town of Paradise), mikasa seduces her classmate (and regular fwb) jean kirstein at a friday night party. she has her way with him in the upstairs bathroom — in an attempt to get off and get her mind off the other young man she's supposed to have nothing to do with.

tags & warnings: modern AU, rival gang AU, bathroom sex, underage drinking, unrequited love, mikasa is goth and 18, jean is a "nice boy" and 18, jeankasa are fwb, eren is 25, eremika technically "hate" each other because they have to (but mikasa is hung up on eren, she just doesn't know it)

a/n: enjoy this sneak preview of the upcoming chapter of my rival gang au, "sins of our fathers." the chapter itself is about 80% written. and, candidly, I just wanted to share this scene prior to officially updating the fic — mainly because I'm wary of the reception since this scene is embedded in an eremika-heavy fic, and (honestly) jeankasa deserves their chance to shine.

word count: 1.6k

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Friday nights for Paradise High School seniors are always punctuated with a house party, especially when the school year is winding down. Tonight, Mikasa finds herself at Connie’s house — which is ideal. It's far enough on the other side of town that she has a built-in excuse to stay out later, or even to stay the night (not that Levi or Kenny look for her when she's been gone too long).

And Connie's house is huge. With a pool and a huge yard, so it's easy either to find company or to hide from company — whatever Mikasa is in the mood for, at a moment's notice.

Admittedly, she's looking for chaos and over-stimulation tonight — she doesn't know any other way to get her to feel like herself again. She loathes to admit it, but her run-in with Jaeger at the convenience store threw her for a loop.

The first time she saw him, at Maria's, she was mentally prepared for that. She couldn't admit it to herself — let alone Levi when he confronted her about skipping school the other day — that she went to Maria's with an intention. She wasn't stupid: she had been immersed in this world all her life, and she had picked up intel on where he could be lurking at any point of the day by listening through keyholes and feigning ignorance around her uncle and her aunt and her cousin and all her associates…

That was the benefit of being seen as a stupid, little girl: no one would suspect that she'd attempt to find the boy whose family single-handedly ruined her life.

But when they ran into each other at the convenience store…

She didn't expect Jaeger — Eren — to be so… relatable.

Before she can allow that thought to get away from her, Mikasa heads to the kitchen, joins a group of people gathered around the island. She accidentally jostles Sasha, who — upon seeing who bumped into her — excitedly and unpromptingly grabs Mikasa's hand and swipes a lime wedge on her nonbandaged wrist. Sasha sprinkles a little salt on the juice, tiny white granules decorating Mikasa's pale skin and the ebony granite countertop.

Mikasa feels something nudge her pinky, and she sees that Jean has scooted a shot glass toward her. Some tequila spills over the rim and onto Mikasa's hand — she doesn't miss how Jean's pupils dilate when she brings her finger to her mouth, sucks the droplets off her skin.

That's an idea, Mikasa thinks to herself as the group raises their shot glasses in glee, loudly whooping and toasting to the weekend and to the rest of their lives. The liquid burns her throat and her chest in a way that she feels like she needs, like she deserves.

She sidles closer to Jean when everyone thrusts their empty glasses toward the center for a refill. She makes a point to bump her hip against his, to lean into him when she reaches for her second shot of tequila — to meaningfully look him in the eye when she clinks her glass to his.

She feels his hand ghost over her hips. But he won't touch her — not yet. Because Mikasa knows that Jean Kirstein is a gentleman, or as close to a gentleman as one could find in Paradise. And he won't touch her unless she asks him to — or until he's drunk enough where all his inhibitions have disappeared.

Sometimes she feels bad because Jean is so obviously in love with her that she thinks she might be taking advantage of him. But, admittedly, he’s really fucking hot and gives great head. So she doesn’t even protest when he (finally) starts getting handsy after their third, maybe fourth or fifth, round of shots — she’s actually the one who pulls him away from the group and into the upstairs bathroom, pulls her face to his and licks into his mouth while shimmying out of her underwear.

“Someone’s needy tonight,” he slurs against her lips. Mikasa winces when his fingers trace her bare pussy, sighs when he starts to circle her clit.

“Shut the fuck up,” she growls. “You gonna get me off tonight or not, Kirstein?”

And Jean just snickers against her mouth, nips her lower lip as he presses on her throbbing nub just a little bit harder. “If that’s what you want, princess,” he mumbles.

And Mikasa doesn’t even dignify Jean’s sarcastic retort with a response of her own. Instead, she threads her fingers through his overgrown hair and pulls his mouth deeper into hers. Spreads her legs wider on the bathroom counter so that her slickness starts to leak on the marble surface below her, so that Jean can more easily slide two, three fingers into her.

They’ve hooked up enough times before this point that Mikasa anticipates Jean’s rhythms. He works her up with his tongue in her mouth and his fingers in her pussy until she’s a sloppy mess, her arousal dripping down her thighs and onto Jean's hand. When he removes his fingers, she whines at the emptiness — then groans when she sees how her juices web between his fingers, watches Jean lick his fingers clean, his tongue lapping up the wetness that has coated every inch of his digits.

He always tells her that he wants to get her wet enough so it’s easier for him to enter her. And Mikasa understands his reasoning — he is a bit larger than some of the other guys she’s been with. But she also thinks — especially when she sees how hungry he looks as he sucks on his fingers, when he finally kneels before her — that he just wants her wet enough so he can consume more of her. He's told her before that no other girl tastes as good as she does.

It’s intoxicating, when she thinks about how much power she has over him. As he kneels between her legs and tongues her opening, sucks on her clit so ravenously that she has to find purchase by grabbing the counter edge, pulling on his hair, curling her toes in her heavy-toed boots.

"Fuck, Jean—" Mikasa gasps, and her breath hitches as he circles her clit with the tip of his tongue and slowly pushes two of his fingers inside her. It feels good. It always feels good because Jean has a long tongue and strong fingers and a selflessness that guarantees that Mikasa will come at least twice when they’re together.

And, sure enough, he tongues her so effortlessly that, after a few focused minutes, she breaks above him. She braces herself, arches her back, needs to remind herself not to squeeze her thighs so tightly around Jean's face even though she can't help it. And she yells so loudly that she's certain that everyone downstairs can hear her — not that she nor Jean care; it's an open secret that they fuck each other almost every weekend.

And she knows that he can get her off with his tongue again, that he's done it many times before — but she's glad that he somehow knows that isn't good enough for her tonight.

Jean pops off her, his chin glistening under the yellowish bathroom lighting. "I need to be inside you now, Mikasa," he murmurs. And she frantically nods, lifts up his shirt as he unbuttons his pants and frees his hardened cock from his boxers. He absentmindedly pumps his erection a few times before he positions himself at her entrance, his head bumping her sensitive clit and making her gasp.

When he finally slides into her, so easily because she's soaked and because they've done this dance before, Mikasa sighs, relieved and full. She wants to sink into the sensation of Jean fucking her senseless — needs to feel like her whole body is being consumed, like she's losing all of her in someone else — so she appreciates when Jean cups the back of her head and thrusts into her roughly. All traces of a gentleman gone.

"Fuck, Mikasa, you feel so good, you take me so well," he mutters nonsensically into her hair.

And Mikasa wordlessly whines her assent, wraps her legs around him tightly as he bucks into her. The cold bathroom counter cuts into the back of her thighs, and she nearly falls backward into the mirror — saved only by Jean's strong hands holding her neck and back up.

He moves his hand from her back to the space between them. And Mikasa purrs in appreciation, as he deftly works his thumb on her and continues to thrust into her.

"'M close," she mumbles, as she digs her nails into his clothed shoulders and buries her nose in his long hair. He smells like smoke from the fire pit and cheap cologne. The scent is familiar, yet stifling — but it's not enough to distract her from reaching her peak, as she comes again, screams loudly and directly into Jean's ear.

In her post-coital fog, she knows he finishes too, pulls out of her and releases on her bare thighs. Some of his cum spurts on her skirt that they forgot to remove in their haste, and Jean apologizes, reaches for some paper towels to help clean her up as they both catch their breath.

She hears him muttering, sorries and sweet nothings as he wipes between her legs and nuzzles her ear. But she can't fully register what he's saying. There's a buzzing in her ear, and her vision is hazy.

She blames the tequila, blames the lime — but, despite the fact that the room is bathed in yellow, all she sees is green.

#jeankasa #aot smut #jean kirstein smut #mikasa ackerman smut #cup of joe ☕️#from my fics #rival gang au

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karizard-ao3 · 6 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/karizard-ao3/730823372006703104/okay-this-is-going-off-anons-ask-about-seven?source=share

I love a good crack fic about Historia trying to steal Mikasa away from Eren😩

It's so good, right? I don't know if you've read Anamnesis but I had the time of my life writing Eren and Historia's ongoing romantic rivalry (in case you're not familiar, Historia steals every girl Eren is interested in so when he meets Mikasa he goes to great lengths to keep Historia away from her). I just think it's so funny when they're competing for the same girls.

#eremika #ask me things #my asks #answered asks #eren jaeger #mikasa ackerman #historia reiss #romantic rivals #anamnesis

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dilfsfordinner · 1 year

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Imagine slow, tender sex with him induced by the storm outside, the water battering the roof, windows shuddering under the wind and walls shaking, thunder cracking every couple seconds, your moans a sharp rival to the sky as he repeatedly coaxed such noises from you, reaching parts of your body you didn’t think possible.

His hands would be cradling your head or clasping your own fingers, maybe grasping your ankles on his shoulders, or even pushing your thighs to your chest as he rocked into you. It would be so intimate, the ruthless weather outside heavily contrasted to the deep connection the two of you shared.

His forehead would rest upon yours, heavy breaths followed by cooed ‘I love you’s’ and caring words, your mouths occasionally meeting in desperate kisses. Your bodies would be pressed so close it felt as if you were one, your frame completely engulfed by his own, chests breathing in tandem as each of your heartbeats racked your ribcages.

The room would be shrouded in darkness, maybe a candle somewhere glowing orange, the lightning outside occasionally lighting up the two of your bodies. The storm would make the atmosphere even more passionate, the only sounds heard being the thunder outside and the soft gasps coming from your bedroom, hushed whispers covered by the hurling rain, the world outside forgotten as you succumbed to the pleasure in each other’s arms.

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EREN YEAGER, Jean Kirstein, Levi Ackerman, Reiner Braun, Getou Suguru, Nanami Kento, Toji Fushiguro, Trafalgar Law, Red Haired Shanks, Kyojuro Rengoku, Akaza, Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Adrian Tepes, KENZO TENMA

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kentopedia · 3 months

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❝𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄❞ welcome to kentopedia's love through the ages collab. in honor of another lonely valentine’s day, i wanted to combine my two greatest loves: history and literature! so this is for anyone who wants a passionate romance and loves the aesthetics of the past. because i know that no matter when you live and die, your favs will always choose you ♡

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eren jaeger and the age of piracy by @bloompompom

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yorsgirl · 6 days

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So Do I

Levi Ackerman x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Third and Final year of college and your eyes are set on the student council president seat. Life is great until you have got the most infuriating, stuck-up, arrogant jerk setting eyes on that same spot.

A battle of intellects? Sure, there's no way both of you can get the same aggregate. Right..?

Tropes: Academic rivals to lovers, slow burn, College AU, 18+

Warnings: Mentions of knife and blood, minor assault, nothing serious, profanity, usage of nicknames, no mentions of y/n.

Word Count: 3k

A/N: Throw in all the cliches of forced proximity, slow burn, mutual pinning, fluff and a generous amount of spice. Ta da! You've made this. Bits and pieces inspired from the anime and manga, Kaguya Sama: Love is war.

𝟏 - 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬

"Same marks."

"Excuse me?" You say and at the same time hear Levi's - "What?"

Principal Zackly fixes his glasses, taking once over at the reports in his hand. Sighing he turns back to the both of you. "Just what you heard, kids. Both of you have an overall aggregate of 95.7 percent." He tilts his head to the side, "It's impressive, honestly."

"It isn't," You grumble, folding your hand over your chest. You shoot a glare at Levi from your periphery and he returns it with equal fervour.

"I can't get the same marks as her." The word rolls down his lips with distaste, his face scrunching up.

You scoff, "Oh please, I can't get the same marks as you." You hiss. You turn to Zackly, "It's ridiculous. There has to be some mistake. Can't you double check it, sir?"

"I did, so did your professors. Twice," He affirms, turning the report over to both of you and pushes it forward, "Take a look yourself."

Sheets on the desk and you scan your eyes on the grades till the last row where GRAND AVERAGE - 95.7, is printed. You take a peek over at his report and the same words with digits are printed.

You want to laugh. This must be some funny joke. But it isn't.

This grade will decide who'll ascend the seat to the student council president after the farewell party of your seniors, this coming April. You had your eyes on that spot since the first day of your first year, one of the other reasons you toiled so hard in your all of your classes, never scoring lesser than a ninety(except that one time in first year when you procrastinated an assignment until very late and ended up with a eighty-five) and completing all your projects, whether major or minor, on time.

All this and still you always earned the second place.

The first? It's obvious. The most arrogant jerk of the whole campus - Levi Ackerman.

What hits the nerve more is his nonchalance like all of it doesn't matter except it does cause he was able to beat you always with the least minimum effort as it seems. He is damn talented, you'd give him that but at times its infuriating. Not to mention, he's a stuck up bastard.

Once in your second year mid-term, your professor had made him your lab partner for the day. And this jerk stepped up to you, gave you an once over look while clicking his tongue and said, "Don't get in my way." The sheer audacity had you fuming. So much so, you crossed out your own observatory datas and did them all over again even if that meant you had to stay back an extra hour.

Bottom line: Levi Ackerman is a arrogant bastard.

Toxicity is a good motivation cause you poured out all of your anger in this final exams. You were sure, you'd beat him but you only received a tie. A fucking tie.

You sent a glare his way, gritting your teeth before turning back to Zackly. "You have it wrong, sir. I have a 99 in biochemistry, he only has 96."

"Did you miss the solid 100 beside human anatomy? Must be the reason why you're so damn weak in this." He is quick to shoot back, rolling his eyes. "94… pathetic."

You audibly gasp, slamming your report down on the table. You compose your state before speaking up, "Don't you go about talking about eyesight when you've only got a 15 in physiology practical."

"Why don't you enlighten me on why you've got an A minus in viva?" He hisses, crossing his legs one over the other. "While we are on that, why don't you classify the families in arthropods."

Oh, so that was is now? He is stepping on your lessons to downplay you. Well, well, he can be your guest. "Gladly, I will." You scoff. "Before that why don't you list out the optimum-"

"That's enough," Zackly hits the desk twice, diverting both of your attention to him. "Remember that, this is a College."

You straighten up in your seat, seemingly a bit embarrassed about losing your composure before your principal. You can swear Levi brings out the worst in you. But he is sitting beside you and he seems fine and it just annoys you more. All you want to do is to remove that expression (which is neutral) off his face.

A silence prevails for a minute until Zackly breaks it. "Now we have that settled, let's move on to who'll be the council pres-"

"It's going to be me." You and Levi say in unison. The stress and fire matches in that statement. You glance at him and he glances back at you. The next second, the look changes into a scowl.

Levi turns to Zackly, "This is stupid. I am more eligible to be the president."

"Oh yeah? On what basis?" You sneered back, scrunching your eyebrows. You continue, "As far as I know, the council needs no egoistical jerk like you."

He shoots you a nasty look, raising his eyebrow. He speaks, "You seem to know a lot of council requisites, don't you Miss reckless?"

"The hell-"

"Here, stop it," Zackly announces, his hand meeting his desk louder than the last time. "Maintain the protocol."

You curse under your breath for letting your anger get the better of you. Nope, no more. You aren't letting him affect you anymore. You wouldn't speak to him for the rest of the time you're in the principal's office. No look, no glares, nothing.

Levi seems to think the same as he rolls his eyes and settles his gaze on the principal.

The man sighs then begins, "As I was saying, after talking with our senior professors and the current president-" He pauses, clearing his throat. "We've decided that both of you can co-preside over the student body."

"We can what?" The words leave your mouth before you can get the chance to stop them. "Co-preside? Is that even a thing?"

"Honestly, it is." The corners of his lips turn up into a slight smile. "Some like seven years ago, we had a similar case where two of our students were elected co-presidents."

"And?" Levi questions. "Which one of them died?"

His eyes flicker to the man beside you, tints of amusement evident. "Not so, they'd been the best of friends before being elected, even after that we didn't witness any animosity in them." He takes a pause, "I might say, working together made them bond stronger."

Well yeah, sounds convenient. But not to you. Sharing the top spot with anyone doesn't excite you the slightest even if it was your friend. There is no chance in hell you want to co-preside with anyone. And absolutely not with Levi out of all people.

"Isn't there no other way?" You groan, "Just take another test or something. I swear to beat him this time." You jerk your thumb towards Levi.

"You mean, you swear to lose this time-" He bites back, before adding, "-again."

You're almost tempted to shoot another quip at him but luckily you are able to restrain yourself. Thank God, for your self-control.

Zackly starts again, perching his elbow on top of the table. "We've already discussed that matter with your professors and the answer is - No." He notices that both of you are going to argue again, so he raises his hand to stop any more speech. He heaves out a breath and starts explaining himself. "Your final year is starting from next week, most of our teaching staff wouldn't return until a day before and the ones who have stayed back are already occupied with the exams of your seniors. The situation's tight, conducting another examination for y'all isn't feasible."

No word is uttered after his reasoning. Momentarily, both of your thoughts are inclined in the same direction (that's what you think). On top of that preparing for another exam in just a week's time doesn't sound so great. Even if you put your mind and heart into it, you aren't sure if you can truly beat Levi; who can apparently just wing it without picking up a damn book.

You swear this guy had some super powers.

The older man continues, noticing the thick silence engulfing the room. "This is just what I suggest, but being co-presidents isn't completely a bad idea."

I am not working with this asshole. You're about to say but Zackly's next words stop you.

"However, if anyone of you have a problem then you're free to back out and the other one can be the President." He tilts his head to the side, grinning softly. "The other can go for VP or another role in the council, let's say- secretary?"

Out of question. Be it Vice President or even the treasurer, you aren't settling for anything lower than President, whatsoever happens.

Your eyes flicker to Levi, he does the same immediately. And the look he gives you is a clear indication of what he wants to say - I am not backing out.

How lovely. You aren't backing out either.

"The God's hate me." You announce as soon as you enter your friend's dormitory, slumping back on her bed.

"No, they don't." Nanaba, who was on her phone until you arrived, pivots around to you. Her lip curling up into a little smile.

You would've returned the gesture, but you were too burnt out from this whole ordeal. "They do." You whined, "What did I even do to deserve their wrath?" You flip over on the bed, pulling a pillow and burying your face in it. Grumbling a string of curses to yourself.

She stands up from her chair, walking over and sitting down beside you. Rubbing your back in a soothing way, she asks "Girl, what happened?"

You groan, sitting back up and facing her. You scantily run her through the entire mess you've got yourself stuck in. She nods and hums in between, letting you know she's listening.

"…and now, I have to co-preside with him." Your face scrunches up in disgust. Stark contrast to how you envisioned yourself to be while being handed this position. Now, you were the president- sorry, co-president now, still you couldn't get any joy out of it. (Duh! Like you got a stuck up, egoistical jerk as your partner.)

"Doesn't sound that bad, you know?" Nanaba says, after you are done with your tale.

"Right," You confirm, a bitter taste filling your mouth. "It isn't just bad, its fucking nasty."

"Now, you're just letting your anger speak." Her lips twist up, "C'mon, how bad can it be?"

"The worst." Your lips stretch into a sarcastic grin. "After I end up slitting his throat."

"You’re contemplating murder?"

"I would contemplate torture too but I am too much of a nice person." You shrug, marking the weirded out expression on her face until its replaced by a snort.

"If you need any help while hiding his body, call me." She winks and this time you genuinely smile at her. God, only Nanaba could lift your mood like this.

You shared a room with her in your first year, creating a bond over time. It explains itself, she's outgoing, funny, confident and smart. She was your first friend here and thanks to her you've made other few friends around the campus. Otherwise, you wonder you'd have ended up like a lonely college student, owing to your introvert nature and hesitance in meeting new people.

After being promoted to second year, single rooms were allowed. Though you loved having your own space, you missed being her roommate. Adding to your studies and the increased pressure, your meetings weren't as much as previous so whenever you'd have time, you'll just come over to her room or she'll visit yours. Needless, to say. The bond was still strong.

"Honestly though," Nanaba starts, leaning back on the bedframe. "You shouldn't be slumping like this. Like c'mon you're now the president-"

"Co-president," You correct her.

"Yeah that, co-president. Still isn't it better? He didn't win, this time."

"He didn't," You confirm, pursuing your lips. "But I didn't either, it’s a draw. A fucking draw." You groan. "I would've preferred losing."

"Really?"

"No."

"Thought so," She raises an eyebrow and smiles. "See? It's still better."

You hum, pinching your lips together and look out the window. Maybe it isn't as bad. Still, you'd choose a win over tie any day.

"We should celebrate." She declares, picking up her phone from the table.

You crane your neck towards her quickly, eyebrows shooting up with confusion. "Celebrate? Celebrate what?"

"You."

"Me?"

"Yep!" She chirps, "We are celebrating you finally becoming our president."

You don't bother correcting her rather roll your eyes. "I can't," You dismiss, waving your hand. "I have to study."

A frown forms on her face, "What are you even going to study? We haven't even started our classes."

That's true. But you can at least read the chapters before starting the semester, You had checked the syllabus online plus your books didn't say much except that the syllabus is huge.

"A stitch in time saves nine." You answer with a shrug.

"Awe c'mon," She whines, placing a hand on her hips. "Don't be a kill joy now."

"I'm not a- you know, I don't like to going out for no reason."

"This isn't for no reason, it's for you. Besides, a little bit of fresh air would help you ease up." She reasons, though you weren't convinced enough. Sounds fun, but you'd choose to stay in rather than going out for some celebration. Nanaba notes the reluctance, conjuring the most puppy eyes she pleas, "Aww, c'mon Ivy. Please. Just one celebration."

That adorableness could've worked, if you weren't so damn tired. You're about to deny her again until you hear a loud crash from downstairs. Both of you instantly stiffen up, but before your former roommate can react, you're out of her room. Rushing down the stairs to the common room.

"What's happening in…" Your question dies down but your eyes widen.

It’s the first years.

An ash-brown haired boy, Jean has his peer, Eren in a headlock. The latter's face is pale due to lack of oxygen while he threw sullen punches over the boy's arm. A second later, Eren is pulling Jean down by his collar when his grip loosens, pushing the guy down on the floor, he throws a punch at his face.

"What the fuck?" You shout, trying to step in between them but you are stopped by a bald boy - Connie.

"Miss. Sea, I- I don't think you should intervene," He utters nervously, glancing back at the fight to you again.

"Why in the fucking world are they wrestling?" Connie is about to answer you but no, it isn't the time for reasons. It's time for action before the fight before you causes a backward reaction and a student ends up being expelled, other in a hospital.

You walk up to them, carefully stepping aside the fumbled, almost broken furniture. "Eren- Jean- stop it. Hey no, you- Eren let him go." You are shrieking their names in a higher tone of voice than usual still they don't seem to even hear you. Narrowly missing colliding with Eren when he is pushed back by Jean. Stepping between them would do no good except that you might end up in a hospital.

Cursing under your breath, you resort to the last method.

Five seconds later, its pin drop silence and there's a chopping knife piercing the wall, just an inch aside Jean's head.

"For the last damn time, stop this."

"Miss Sea, did you really have to throw a knife at us?"

Eren is quick to shut his mouth, miming to lock his lips and throwing away the key once you glare down at him. Aside him sits Jean, glancing at his lap. Both of them have dried blood near their mouth, few cuts here and there in the arms and forehead but luckily nothing serious.

The knife which you threw at them, previously, was in your hand. You ran your thumb over the flat side of the blade.

"Jesus Christ," You groan, pinching the area between your eyebrows. "Do y'all even learn? It's the fourth time– I don't want to heat it." You declare the last part, when you see their mouths opening in protest. Fortunately, they don't speak.

Eren, Jean and Connie were the first years and your juniors. There were a couple of other students too which you were familiar with. You assume the others were out, running some errands or just in their room, not bothering to step out even after hearing the ruckus. You don't blame them, Jean and Eren had been at each other's throats since the first day they arrived. Constantly, picking fights with one another.

You sigh, "See I don't want to write you up to the head warden and get you into trouble before your first day itself." You pause, your eyebrows scrunching up, "But the way, both of you are getting into fights so frequently– someone other than me would. And I am sure, none of you want that?"

Their silence answers in itself but you hear murmurs of - No, from both. You weren't entirely sure if they could keep their word, considering they had said the same before too. Yet, you were ready to give them another chance. It's never too late to change. Besides, they were good kids. A pleased smile forms on your lips and you put the knife down on the table.

"Good, now better clean up this mess–" You point to the common room where the chairs are upside down, the table pushed to the side and the cushions of the couch no where to be seen. "Then go clean yourselves up."

Sighs of relief are heard from the boys before you and the one beside you. "Damn, that was suffocating," Connie mutters to himself, wiping his forehead.

"I though I might die." Jean murmurs, standing up from the floor. You raise an eyebrow at the boy as Eren follows suit.

"You know I wouldn't have aimed that knife at any of your vital points."

"Vital points, right." Eren confirms, rolling his eyes. He heaves out a deep breath, "Has anyone told you that you're scary, Miss Sea?"

Your eyebrow twitches, a smirk curling up in your lips. An answer for itself. "You want numbers?"

"Nevermind." Eren rolls his eyes, strolling back while picking up a chair and placing it where it belonged.

Just then, you hear footsteps and there she is – Nanaba. Walking down the stairs after this ordeal is over.

"You are here now?" You ask exasparately.

"I knew you could take care of whatever it was," She says and tilts her head to the side, motioning to the pair of boys cleaning up the room. "And I was right, you settled it. So what did it take this time around?"

"A knife."

"Glare was more effective though," Connie chimes in. "Miss Sea–"

"I have a name Connie."

"I know your name," He interrupts you. "But I prefer Miss Sea, better than Miss Substitute Educational Assistant."

"You can just call me–"

"Miss Sea, it is." The boys says, leaving no room for discussion.

You give up, there's no point arguing with first years who has their mind set on something. Besides, you don't really hate that nickname. Seas are nice.

"Easy on the nickname," Nanaba speaks, locking her hands behind her back. "You might give her a new one, Miss President sounds nice or just Prez."

"Nanaba."

But the announcement is loud enough for the boys to hear. Putting the dots together, they crane their necks towards you, eyes widening with surprise.

"No way," Jean says, surprise evident on his face. "You're our president?"

You want to correct him but no, that would lead to more questions then you'll have to give answers and nah– you're too tired for that. You just nod your head.

A flurry of 'wows' and 'congratulations' flows out of the boys plus the factor of endearing words which you accept with a smile and a meek - thank you. A heat rushes up your cheek, chest swelling with pride, whatever the case maybe, compliments have you weak.

Breathing out, you tug on Nanaba's shirt. She looks at you and you smile. "You know, I take up your offer. Let's go out."

Yes, maybe you can use a bit of celebration. A breath of fresh air accompanied by your friends before stepping into the dreadful third year.

Yeah, you need it.

And this outing, may just be right for you.

You could have only been so wrong.

A/N: Wrote this in a day, don't know how it turned out except that I am super excited in continuing this. If anyone wants to be tagged, let me know. Thanks for reading! Likes and comments are appreciated.

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Chapter 1

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Vampire Levi x fem!reader

Victorian era like world, vampires, secrets, romance, falling in love, vampire lore, sexual tension, possessive Levi, protective Levi.

Story: Romance blooms quickly for you when you move to the big city. The mysterious Lord Ackerman sweeps you off your feet, but the two of you hold back your romantic and sexual desires due to unspoken fears. Something is off about the city once night falls and the secrets it holds are the reason why you both hold back. When Levi reveals he is a vampire, the two of you embark on a passionate loving romance and he opens a whole new and hidden world to you. As the two of you find bliss in each other, the vampire Queen of the city is not happy. Determined to keep her favourite pet as hers, she tries everything to get rid of you and tighten her loosening hold on Levi. The two of you must face many odds together and must make some big choices in order to remain together or lose each other in a tear and blood-filled mess.

This chapter: First meeting with Levi, the mystery of the city and what you do. Another meeting with Levi, rising romantic tension and a possible love rival.

Part 2

The flame crackled as it danced atop the candle. Hot wax trickled down the white candle and gathered on the brass holder. A loose strand of hair had escaped the hold you had placed it in. The hair lightly caressed and tickled your neck. The tip of your pen scribbled away on your paper as you focused on the open books before you. Time was ticking and the point where you needed to return home due to safety was almost long gone.

You grew up in a nice town, but city life was calling. As an educated woman, finding your way and getting a job where you could flourish was hard. Countless men turned you away or asked you to work for them only if you did something dirty. Mr Callahan was the only person who had offered you a job and meant it. However, you had your reservations.

Mr Callahan had warmly welcomed you about two weeks ago into his records and bookshop. All you did was ensure records were correct and up to date and conduct research for people who requested it. Everything was nice and you jumped right into the position, but there were a few strange things. You were warned about staying too late after work. You accepted it at first, but as the days went on it seemed that Mr. Callahan was giving you work to get you to stay longer. The time deadline was being tested.

Everything went strange when a man entered the shop three days ago. The man was in all black and wore dark glasses. His skin was white, his hair was white as snow and lightly tussled back and reached the lower part of his neck, it was slightly long and would feel perfect as you run your fingers through. When you moved past this man as you worked he just stared at you as if you were some sort of rare creature. They both went to a private viewing room for work which resulted in you staying around a lot more.

With an aching neck, you raised your head and looked over to the old clock to see it was six in the evening. The sun would be slowly setting soon due to winter getting closer. Your spine and neck cracked slowly when you turned and cast your eyes out the window to see the lamplighters doing their rounds.

You placed your pen in it’s inkwell and rose from your seat. The wooden floor creaked under your small heels as you made your way across the office to check on Mr. Callahan. You tapped your knuckles against his private office but heard no answer. No answer came, so you opened the door and peered inside to see that the place was empty. Mr. Callahan has cleared his desk for the night and left you all alone in his shop.

You were so irritated but also concerned. You raced around the building and made sure you were packed up and ready to leave. You flicked your cape around you and dragged on your gloves to fight the cold night air. Anxiety nipped away at your heart as words of warnings about the night fluttered through your head. You needed to get home as fast as possible.

The door softly slammed behind you. You twisted the key in the lock and released a sigh. The air was just cold enough for you to see your breath. It was strange for the city to be so empty, but it seemed that most people had hurried home about an hour ago. You turned on your heels and began walking as fast as you could down the road.

Your heart raced in your chest as people started to shift out of side roads. Rumours were floating around the city about monsters coming out at night. Werewolves, ghosts and even vampires were said to be around, but you tried to keep your head down and ignore the silly stories. You just got home after work, locked the door and read a book before bed.

“Hey, pretty thing!” A whistle broke the silence causing everyone to look over at you. “Slow down and come play!”

You yanked your hood up on your cape and began to almost run through the street. Home was calling you and you needed to get far away from the people who walked the streets at night. Even the police seemed to abandon this city when the sunset. The sun had almost gone, you had just a bit of a pink and orange glow to light your way.

“Come back!”

You turned on your heels and went to cut down an alleyway but a cold shiver consumed you. A woman had her back pressed against the wall as she panted and moaned in pleasure. A man slowly lifted his head from her neck to show puncture marks from two teeth. Blood oozed from her wound and trickled down to her breasts. The alleyway was too dark for you to see the biter, but the blood on their teeth glistened. Their eyes locked onto you and glimmered as they took you in.

Run.

Your brain spoke but your body remained unmoved.

Run.

The woman was released and the dark figure moved closer, their smart shoes tapping on the cobblestone path.

RUN!

Your body rebooted and strength returned to you. You turned on your heels, sprinted across the road, and past the men who catcalled you. Your lungs burned as your corset squeezed them. Running with a corset was torturous on your body, but the fear of the unknown consequences of being caught by the beast in the alleyway drove you.

Small stones crunched under your small heels as you reached the small park. A fog had rolled in from the river causing visibility to be difficult. You slowed down as you tried to catch your breath. The oil lamps had been lit in the park, but it was dangerous to be in the light. You were like a rabbit being hunted and the lights were making it easier to be caught.

You just needed to cross through the park and down a road to get to your home. You reminded yourself of your route to try and calm your heart, but it was beginning to become too much. A sob had caught in your throat. This city was supposed to be your future and now you were learning the true horrors of it. You wanted your parents. You wanted to be home. You wanted to be sharing a cup of tea with your mother while wrapped up in a blanket.

A scream caught in your throat when a gloved hand covered your mouth. Your life began to flash before your eyes as you were dragged from the path and into the darkness of the park. Your back collided with a large. Your eyes struggled to adjust to the darkness, so you could not see the man keeping you in place.

Though your body was consumed with fear, something about this mysterious man aroused something within you. Even though he had grabbed you so suddenly, his touch was gentle. His natural scent mixed with a light dash of cologne was enchanting to the senses. The warmth from his body was comforting and your once-racing heart was beginning to slow.

A deep voice danced from the man’s lips as he whispered to you. “Those men followed you. They’re dangerous.”

“Th-thank you.”

He caressed your cheek as he took you in. You were so beautiful to him. “Forgive me for scaring you in that alleyway, but I was with my blood donor.”

You gulped hard. “Blood boner?”

“Your eyes did not deceive you. I was drinking her blood.”

“Vampires are real-.”

He covered your mouth and hushed you. “Not too loud. They are close.” He glanced at the path before looking back at you. “Are you new to this city? Weren’t you warned about the night?”

You nodded and waited for him to move his hand before you whispered. “My boss Mr. Callahan did warn me, but it seems these past few days he has been purposely making me stay longer.”

“What changed?”

You nibbled your lip. “A man with long hair like the colour of snow came in. He wore all back with white skin.”

“Tch, that fucker.” He groaned. “Forgive my sharp tongue.” He pressed his body against you as the men walked past talking about you. He watched them closely, made sure they gave up their hunt and turned around and returned to the street you came from. “I’m assuming you are going through the park.”

“Yes.”

He moved back from you. “You are safe to continue on your journey home. Try not to go out this late again for your own sake. You may not meet someone as nice as me again.”

You bowed your head to him. “Thank you so much for your help. I am sorry for inconveniencing you.”

He blushed a little. “Tch, there is no need for this. I wanted to help you. Go home now. I will watch from a distance to ensure your safety.”

“Thank you.” You hurried away. “Goodnight!”

He waved to you. “Night.” He waited for you to be further away before walking into the light on the lamps. Levi released a long sigh before raising his gloved hand and inhaling the scent you had left behind. “So cute and sweet.”

It was strange for Levi to become attracted and attached to someone. He knew very well he wasn’t going to part from you so soon. He wanted to see you again. Levi was very aware of Mr. Callahan’s place and was going to make sure to visit. Levi ran a trading company and owned a lot of businesses. Levi was a high-ranking pure-blooded vampire, so he held a lot of power in this city. Paperwork, records and books there at Mr. Callahan’s would help him out, but the main reason for going would be seeing you again.

Levi released a long sigh and felt shit that you had seen him in such a primal state as he fed from his donor, but he needed blood after beating a few rogue and dangerous vampire groups. Levi had gotten a few scrapes and needed to heal up, thankfully he had a donor close by. All his donors had been fully checked because Levi valued cleanliness. He was going to make sure that when he officially met you, he was going to be dressed in his best clothes and he would hide his vampiric ways from you for just a short time.

He knew he should leave you alone and be on his way, but he couldn’t help himself. Levi stuck to the shadows as he followed you through the park and reached your sweet home. He hummed in thought as he leaned against a wall while you unlocked your front door. It was clear you were still nervous and on edge, but there was something else to you. There was a hint of wanting, of need, of arousal. Levi was rather moved by your desire for him, but you were holding back.

He stared at the top window as a light came on, he was glad you had gas lighting in your home to keep the rooms lit. His heart raced like never before when he watched you in front of your bedroom window. He felt like a pervert as he kept watching you remove your dress to reveal your underdress and corset. A growl rumbled from him when you released your hair and let it down.

Levi pulled away from the wall as he felt dirty for watching you. He was determined to keep you in his life.

Mr Callahan stared hard as you moved around the shop. He released a long sigh before approaching you with a gentle smile. Yesterday he left work early and made sure you had things to do that would cause you to stay behind. The white-haired lord from the other day wanted to have you alone, but it appeared that did not happen. So, Mr Callahan needed to arrange something again.

He called your name and gave you a reassuring smile. “Are you all right? I believe you stayed late last night.”

You paused a bit and felt yourself flush at the mysterious man last night. “I did. I left just before the sunset and managed to get home.”

“Did you meet anyone?”

You hugged your books. “I met a nice gentleman who helped me home. Was I supposed to meet someone else?”

He perked up. “Did he have white hair?”

You shook your head. “No. The gentleman I met was not like the white-haired man who was here before.”

“Well, I am glad you were safe.”

You bowed to him. “Thank you, sir.”

Both of you turned to the front door as the bell dinged. A heat rushed through your body as you felt a strong attraction to the guest. Mr Callahan felt a shiver consumed him as he gazed at a very important man in the city enter his shop for the first time.

He wasn’t too tall, but a nice average height. He was dressed in all black with a top hat on his head. Small black sunglasses rested on his nose to hide some of his silver-blue eyes. His raven hair framed his pale face. His lips were slightly pink and kissable. The smart shoes he wore shined from the perfect polish on them. Leather gloves gripped his hands and made them look perfect. He held the top of his cane and tapped the bottom against the floor.

Mr Callahan hurried over to Levi. “Welcome, Lord Ackerman.”

Levi hummed at the old man. He dragged his eyes away and stared at you. He moved past Mr. Callahan and approached you. He reached up and tipped his hat to you. “Good afternoon, miss.”

You blushed as you gazed at the handsome man before you. There was something so compelling and alluring about him. You chewed the inside of your lip a little as you battled your emotions. “Good afternoon.”

He removed his top hat. “I am in need of some papers and books. Would you assist me?”

“I uh…” You gulped hard. “I can do that. I must inform you though that I am fairly new.”

He smiled and showed off two slightly pointed and sharp teeth. “I have full faith in you.”

“Thank you.” You turned. “Come with me then to a private room and we’ll talk.

“Wonderful.” He walked with you to a private room. He reached over and opened the door for you allowing him to lean in close and deeply inhale your scent. “I appreciate the help.”

You walked in first and set your things down. “I am happy to help you, Lord Ackerman.” You pulled a chair out for him. “Please, take a seat and relax. Would you like a cup of tea?”

He nodded. “I am fine for now, but thank you for offering.” He referred to the seat next to him. “Please, join me so we may talk.”

You took the seat right next to Levi as it was the one he was referring to. A blush made your cheeks hot and the warmth of the man next to you was intoxicating. “So, what is it that you would like to research?”

“I am interested in a few things.” He placed his hand in his blazer’s breast pocket, retrieved a piece of paper and presented it to you. “I have compiled a little list.”

You opened up the paper and scanned the page. “I can do that.”

It was hard not to be entranced by you and how you looked, talked and spoke. Levi was enamoured by you and the divinity of your beauty, scent, voice and intellect. Every moment you worked together was a blessing and pleasurable. As the books piled around the two of you, you both worked hard and gained the information Levi wanted. Often Levi found himself gazing at you as if you were this work of art that was produced by some goddess and was only for his eyes.

It was hard to focus with Levi so close to you. His scent was enrapturing. There was this supernatural pull between the two of you as if a divine line was linking the two of you. Forever tethered together through your hearts and fate. When you caught slight glimpses of his dazzling eyes your heart soared in your chest. Though his smiles and light chuckles were rare, they were all the more a blessing to the eyes and ears. Levi was a mystery you wanted to solve and he also thought the same about you.

You released a small yawn. “Forgive me. That was rude.”

Levi gently caressed your cheek with the back of his hand and fingers. “There is no need for such words. I have stolen much of your precious time today.”

You smiled and leaned into his touch as your body and mind craved more contact. “It has been rather enjoyable though. I am sorry for taking much longer to help you with your research. Mr Callahan would have been faster.”

He retracted his touch. “If I desired my arse to be kissed, I would have gone to him. I needed fresh eyes and a delicate precise touch. That is why I sought you out.”

“You’re too kind.”

“Most people would disagree with you on that.” He slowly ran his finger under your eye. “You should get yourself something to eat and drink.”

You nodded. “I will. Would you care for anything?”

“A tea. I will add something to it.”

You frowned a little before watching him pull out a flask. “Alcohol?”

He shook his head. “No, it is a medicine.”

You gasped as your heart went out to Levi. “Are you unwell?” You leaned closer and placed the back of your hand against his forehead. “You are slightly cold to the touch.”

Levi closed his eyes as he enjoyed your touch. “I am always cold. I have low blood pressure.” He opened his eyes and smiled at you. “This medicine helps with it. I am well, do not worry.”

You lowered your hand. “If you insist.” You held your breath as you shift to your feet. Bodies close to each other. You got a closer inspection of Levi. A warmth spread over your cheeks as you locked eyes with Levi as he gazed over the top of his glasses at you. “I will get you that drink then.”

Levi tore his eyes away from you. “I am grateful.”

Nerves bubbled in him as he remembered your gaze. He was always so cautious with looking someone in the eyes without his glasses to create a barrier. The eyes of a vampire when looked deeply into captured most people in a deep trance. Most were willing to do anything for that vampire. He dragged his sunglasses off and placed them on the table. It was clear that you were not strongly moved by his vampiric gaze as your affection for him appeared before you locked eyes.

The light tap of the tea tray broke Levi’s thoughts. He gazed up at you and smiled sweetly. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

He unbuttoned his coat and peeled it off his body to reveal the form-hugging suit under. He retrieved his flask and poured the blood into his tea. “Are you enjoying the city life?”

The intensity of his gaze made your body burn with desire. Words failed you for a brief moment. It wasn’t Levi’s eyes that had you hypnotised, but it was everything about him. “I am. Though, I must say it is rather scary at night.”

“It can be.” His actions were graceful when he collected his teacup and sipped from it. “I could provide protection if you allow it.”

“Provide protection?”

The seat creaked as he shifted closer to you. His alluring heat and scent mixed and made your body vibrate. His kissable lips parted ever so slightly. “The police here are not adequate at night. I would be happy to provide my assistance.”

You hummed a little laugh. “Are you proposing something?”

“I just wish to return the kindness you have shown me today.”

You retracted from Levi and faintly smiled as your heart stung. “There is no need. I’m just doing my job.” You signed off on the last of the papers and pushed them over to Levi. “Here is everything for you.”

Levi frowned as you rose to your feet. “Are you leaving me?”

“Of course, you have no need for me.”

A loud scrape filled the room as Levi’s chair dragged across the wooden floor. He stood before you hurt by your sudden declaration that you were leaving. “Have I offended you?”

You shifted to the door but Levi blocked your escape. “You have not, but there is nothing much left I can do here for you. Do contact me if you desire more tea though.”

Levi knew there wasn’t much he could do, so he moved away from the door and accepted his loss. There was something deep within him that wanted to possess you and have you as his, but you wanted to leave and he knew very well he shouldn’t force you to stay. He bowed his head as his mind raced at all the things he could say or do.

He clenched his fist tightly as he fought his emotions. “I will call upon you if I need you. I will miss your company.”

You bowed your head. “How kind, Lord Ackerman.”

“Levi, please.”

You gripped the handle tightly. “I will see you soon, Levi.” You left the office and felt the reassuring and comforting aura leave you. A long sigh escaped you once you were outside the private room. You made your way through the hall and back out the front. “Would you like a drink, Mr Callahan?”

Mr. Callahan gave you a weak smile. “I am all right, my dear.” His brow creased as he studied you. “You seem troubled.”

“I have a lot on my mind.”

He placed his hand on your upper back as guilt consumed him. Although he had spoken to another Lord with white hair who craved you, the guilt of it all was suffocating him. He was conflicted because he wanted to protect you but he feared what would happen if he did not comply with this man. If he didn’t do as the man commanded, then he would go to the vampire Queen of the city. The Queen was someone to be truly frightened of.

Mr. Callahan smiled at you to give you a little comfort. “You know the young handsome gentleman with white hair?”

You chuckled. “You seem to bring him up often.”

“Well, that’s because he was rather taken by you.”

Your heart swelled. “Is that so?”

“Yes.” He moved closer to you. “It must be lonely in this city. You only have me as a friend. I am not telling you to court him, but perhaps you could meet him and spark up a friendship?”

You contemplated it for a moment and weighed up your situation and decided that it wouldn’t be so bad to get to know the white-haired man. “Very well. I will meet with him.”

“Wonderful. I will inform Lord Lucius Demont that you wish to meet.”

Lord Lucius Demont had a rather fitting name for who he was. Lucius meant light and Demont meant one who was filled with desires. He was a man of action and took what he wanted when he could. He was graced with good looks from what you could remember. Icy blue eyes with delicate long lashes would entrance anyone who would look into them. A strong jawline was complimented by his plump lips and pale skin. He was rather tall with broad shoulders and covered in muscle. His hands were large but in the good way that people wanted gripping them with prominent veins. His white hair wasn’t short nor was it long, but it was in the middle. His hair was styled messy that went down his neck and reached the base.

It didn’t take too long before the man himself entered the shop. He had such a commanding presence within the room. Black sunglasses rested on his nose to hide his icy eyes. He scanned the room and landed on you. He closed the door and moved over to you. Each step he took towards you made both your hearts race. He placed a large gloved hand against his pec and bowed slightly to you.

Levi had instantly sensed there was a rival pure-blooded vampire near. He moved to the door and spied on what was happening. Levi felt anger bubble away inside him as he watched Lucius introduce himself to you. It was well-known how smooth Lucius was with women and he had many running around him little a gaggle of geese. However, it was becoming clear that Lucius wanted you more than just another follower. He was a dangerous man to be around because of how close he was to the deadly vampire Queen.

You fiddled with your dress for a moment as you felt nervous. With Levi, you were comfortable and happy around him with some naughty desires but with the man before there was something not fully right, as if your gut was telling you to be careful. You wanted the floor below you to swallow you up so you could hide. You were tired and confused and you just wanted to disappear.

Lucius smiled a little. “Forgive Mr Callahan, I believe he has been rather pressuring towards you due to my mentioning that I was rather taken by you.”

You hummed a moment in thought. “I was put at risk one night due to working late. I understand that you both wanted to arrange something, but I do request that if you have desires towards me you talk to me instead of arranging things behind my back.”

“Allow me to say sorry by taking you to dinner.”

The thought tossed around in your head for a while before you made a choice. Loneliness had made its home in your heart and there was this longing within you to be wanted by someone and it seemed that someone was before you. “I suppose I could go, but I would much prefer a lunch as the night here concerns me.”

Lucius took your hand in his and placed a delicate kiss against your fingers. “I shall take you on that lunch date tomorrow.”

“I am off work that day. So, I shall meet you at the park near here.”

He raised his head. “Of course. How about at twelve?”

You bowed your head. “Yes.” You looked over at Mr Callahan. “May I leave early?”

Mr Callahan smiled softly. “Yes. You have been overworked. Go home early and I will see you in a few days.”

You retrieved your outdoor cloak and made your way over to Levi’s private room, which he hastily retreated into. The door creaked as you pushed it open. A divine scent filtered out of the room and wrapped around you. No matter how much you fought it, it was hard to deny the fact that you were attracted to everything that was Levi.

Levi was standing to the side so he was close when you walked in. He softly said your name causing you to look up at him. “I heard you coming. Is everything okay?”

You hummed at him. “I am going home. I just wanted to let you know as I have been with you all day and I did say I would come running to help you.”

“Well, I am finished for the day. So, I would like to walk you home.” He moved closer to you. “Only if you allow it.” The cloak slipped off your arm as Levi removed it. “If you told me to leave you alone, I would.”

You lowered your head. “That is the issue though, Lord Ackerman.”

Levi was speechless when you looked up and returned his gaze. His vampiric powers gave him the ability to move people and yet in this moment, he was moved by you. “Issue?”

You nodded. “I am unable to tell you to leave me because I don’t want you to. I desire your presence and yet I barely know you. I feel as if something is binding us together.” You placed your gentle hand on his chest. “Like there is a string binding us.” You retreated from Levi. “Forgive me. I am assuming so much.” You dragged your hood up to hide a little. “You may escort me if you wish.”

Compelled by your words and the feelings within him he could not stand by and let you walk away. Levi firmly wrapped his hand around your upper arm and squeezed. With a gentle tug, he returned you to him. “Wait a moment and I will go with you.”

You moved over to the table and looked over the papers and books on it. “Were you able to get what you needed?”

“For now, but I will return often as my view is rather nice.”

“View?” The realisation hit you causing your heart to race. “Oh, thank you.”

He pulled on his outdoor attire and turned to you. “I wish to use this room tomorrow. Would it be all right to leave everything as is?”

“Of course.”

“Thank you.” He raised his arm slightly as an invitation for you to take it. “Shall we?”

You wrapped your arms around Levi’s presented one and allowed him to escort you. A sweet smile spread across your lips as Levi moved with you through the building. Luckily for you both your guest and boss were nowhere to be seen, so you both could leave the building without anyone pestering you. It was a comfortable quiet between the two of you as you walked together with the sun setting behind you. This time you had plenty of time before the nightlife came.

It was clear to Levi how desperate people were to get out into the streets tonight. He could sense the tension in the air. Something was up with this city, it was as if people’s hunger and arousal had been intensified. Levi needed to get you home as soon as he could to ensure you were safe. The two of you had only met on two occasions, one of those you weren’t aware of, and spent all day today together and yet there was something so comfortable and right about you walking together and him protecting you.

It occurred to Levi that he knew where you lived, but he wasn’t supposed to. So, leading you to the park was the right thing to do but would also be suspicious. “Please, lead the way to your home.”

You glanced up at Levi. “Through this park and a bit further and we will reach my home.”

“I will protect you.”

You hummed a sweet laugh that was music to Levi’s ears. “I have full faith in you.” A thought plagued your mind as you made your way to your home. “Lord Ackerman?”

“Levi, please.”

You gasped as you felt slightly embarrassed at the thought of being so informal with a customer, but it was his request and you wanted to get closer to him. “Well, Levi…”

“Yes?”

You pondered upon your thoughts. “Why are you showing me such kindness? Is this unique to me or is this the same kindness you show others?”

Levi came to a stop outside your home. “It is unique to you. I have not cared for nor taken a fascination with a person before.” He caressed your cheek with his hand. “There is just something out you I find so compelling.” He retreated from you as a familiar voice in his head warned him about getting so close to a human. “Rest well and I will see you soon at the shop.”

A strong blush burned your cheeks when Levi’s lips lightly pressed with the back of your hand. “You too, Levi. Rest well.” You reached over and lightly touched under his eyes. “You seem tired and troubled.”

He backed up from you and knew he needed to draw a line between the two of you. He was torn. He wanted you so badly, but being together would put you in great danger. The Queen has an obsessive and watchful eye on Levi. For your safety, it was best that this relationship remained a business one even if you both felt something much stronger.

Levi tipped his hat. “Goodnight.”

You clutched your chest and shyly waved as Levi parted from you. “Goodnight.” You too had similar feelings to Levi. This city was dangerous and you were only new here. There was a worry in your gut that being involved with Levi or Lucius would mean harm would come to you. Being involved with either would mean crossing into the world of night, and from what you had seen so far the nightlife was the dark face of the city. No matter how much you told yourself to stay away, your heart just kept longing for Levi.

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goldessia · 2 months

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⋆⋆⋆ ┊ heavens blessing, levi ackerman . . .

warnings: rivals to lovers, bickering/arguments, sad love confession, close-death experience, levi is kind of mean in the beginning

type: flangst ( my fav <3 )

a/n: i made this at like, 3am, so please excuse how horrible it is :’)

MY life was one thing—a fight to the top. a fight to power.

levi ackerman ranked just above me in our cadet training. that second place title killed me.

i used to hate when people compared us. when they said, “she’s only second to levi.” if anything, i loathed it. i should be on top, i should be the captain—but of course, when the time came around, he had two more titan kills than me. now, we are tied.

levi never failed to make it known that he was ranked higher. if anything, he found it amusing that it was he who qualified and not me. and boy, did he abuse his power.

now, levi was walking past us, handing out shift assignments.

“eren, border control.” he moves on, “armin, go meet hanji for the security meeting.” and finally, he stops at me. instead of reading off his clipboard like he did for the others, he places it behind him, and stares straight at me.

“last and very least..” he slants his head, “y/n. stable duty.”

anger envelopes me. “what? you can’t do that! i’m the best soldier here, i’d be much more use out there!”

he clicks his tongue. “ooh, that’s where you’re wrong.” he leans closer, “you’re second-best. remember?”

i grumble. “just because you ranked above me—by, might i remind you, two kills—doesn’t mean you can just push me around. i’m still the best solider here, ranking or not.

“and i have a feeling you’re just putting me on stable duty so i don’t have a chance to pass you in kills.” i spit.

he takes a deep breath, and leans toward me. his eyes are almost frightening—cold, icey and direct. i want to shrink under his stare, his posture, his very aura.

“you’re right.” he says, “i do rank above you. and you know what that means?” his eyes narrow. “that means i can do whatever the fuck i want with you.”

i open my mouth to speak, but he doesn’t give me the chance.

“do you want another week of stable duty? because i can do that. talk back to me again, and you’ll face the consequences.”

my jaw clenches in anger. my eyes glare into his, but both him and i can tell i’m losing this battle.

“you got it?” he says. when i don’t respond, he repeats himself. “do you understand, soldier?”

i murmur a “yes, captain.”

“louder.”

“yes,” i inhale, before spitting out the word—“captain.”

“say it nicer.”

something inside me snaps, “no. you know what?” i push him back, “i’m done. give me stable duty, at-least it will keep me away from you, and your sadistic, weirdo self.”

with that, i storm away. a little childish, i agree, but i knew if i stayed any longer i’d argue with levi until the sun set. at-least i get a break, today.

behind me, i hear a few of the new soldiers defending me. they say things like, “don’t you think that was a bit far, levi?” or, “i kind of agree, her skills would be useful out there..” but they were instantly shut down by levi.

— - mid-night . . approx. six hours later.

i felt disgusting. after hours of working in the stables, a long, hot shower was just the thing i needed. i wrung the water out of my hair, and since it was around eleven pm i knew everyone would be asleep. so, i threw on my pyjama’s, and stepped out of the shower corridors.

i wanted to murder levi, consequences be damned. he never failed to make an absolute fool out of me. one day, i swore i’d get him back.

as i turned the corner, my heart stopper in my chest when i saw a figure in-front of me, but it was too late—i had already collided with them.

“huh—! watch it—“ levi cuts himself off when he realises it’s me. “oh. what are you doing here?”

“uh, crazy concept, but i also live here.” i spit. his eyes narrow, before travelling over me, head to toe and back to my face.

“lights out was an hour ago. you shouldn’t be out here.”

“that’s why i was trying to get back to my room, before you rudely got in my way.” i say. he blinks. “so.. move.”

the corner of his lip snags up. “say please.”

i scoff. “you’re such a prick,” i spit, pushing past him. before i can keep walking, he roughly grabs my arm, stopping me.

“remember who’s in control here, y/n.” he says coldly, “or, did you forget all of your training?” he tuts, “you have to be dismissed before you can walk away from your superiors.”

“eat shit, ackerman.”

“that’s captain levi to you.”

i rip my arm from his grasp. “you’re too cocky for your own good.” i turn to face him, “from now on, ranking or not, you need to learn to respect me. i can just as easily surpass you.

“you’ll need to get used to calling me captain l/n. just a matter of time, if you keep up with abusing your power just to mess with me.”

“tough chance.” he says with a slight chuckle, “goodnight, y/n.”

“off yourself.”

with that, i spin on my heel and stalk away from him.

— - the next day . . dawn

i was ready for another day of stable duty. if anything, i was kind of happy to spend another peaceful day with the horses. i was prepared for it.

“yeah, about that.” levi says. this time, he isn’t looking at me, but at the ground. “erwin..” he grits, “insisted you come on the mission today. said that.. your skills would be useful.”

my brows raise. a small smile finds my lips. “what was that? sorry, i couldn’t hear you. something about.. how i’m skilled?”

“i’m not repeating myself.” he snarls, “get your gear, and meet us by the gate. don’t be late.”

he stalls away like an angry child who didn’t get his favourite toy. i chuckle, and walk toward the supply room.

i meet the rest of them by the gate. the line consisted of a few of the rookies—eren, reiner, connie, and jean, and beside them, hanji, erwin and levi, who’s holding the reins to a horse beside him which i suspect is mine.

with a tall chest, i walk toward levi. “i believe that’s mine.”

he spares me one look, before making a tch sound with his lips, throwing the reins toward me.

hanji briefs us a look, before whispering in a not-so-subtle voice, “are you sure it’s a good idea to pair them together? i don’t think the rookies need to hear their bickering all day.”

levi’s head snaps toward them, “we don’t bicker.”

“yeah. he’s just a pain in my ass most the time, that’s all.” i say with a smirk.

he looks to me. “if anything, you’re the thorn in my side. always needing saving, always complaining-“

“uh—! name one time i’ve ever needed your saving. and i don’t complain!”

“uh, let’s see, two days ago?” he deadpans.

“that was not saving—“

“yeah. you definitely don’t bicker.” jean chuckles.

“shut up, rookie!” levi and i say simultaneously. we look to each-other, opening our mouths to speak before erwin cuts us both off.

“today, you two. are you forgetting we have responsibilities? your flirting can wait till later.” erwin says, pulling the reins so his horse turns.

my face heats up. “we’re not flirting!” we say together again.

“stop saying what i say.” levi narrows his eyes.

“you’re saying what i’m saying!”

“you were given an order.” erwin’s voice hardens. erwin wasn’t usually too hard on us, but his patience can only stretch so far before it snaps.

i look down, and mutter a, “sorry, sir.”

he nods, just once. “good. now, we have a mission to get to.”

“yes sir!”

— - approx. one hour later . .

titans were all around us, at every angle. a huge herd just appeared out of no-where while we were travelling to the next way-point, and thank god we happened to be passing through a city.

levi and i were together, like usual, and we had all split up into groups of two. and like usual.. we made it into a competition.

“i bet you two training days i’ll kill more than you.”

“hah—! you got yourself a deal.” levi says, before turning and zipping away from me.

ahead of me were two ten-meter titans—easy money. i press the blade, zipping toward them, manoeuvring away from their hands and slicing my blade across his nape. it falls to the ground with a loud thud, and i lock my line to the second ones nape.

THUD.

. . . five titans later, i had gotten a bit carried away. i didn’t realize i was using so much gas, and that my blades were on their last pair.

shit, shit, shit! is all i can think as i race faster away from the five-meter titan right on my tail. i was dead, so dead. i had run out of gas, and i realised before i could think i had reached a dead-end. my leg is slashed from when i fell, and my run is looking more like a desperate limp.

the titan was closing in on me. i turned, scanning the area for something i could do, but that was it. i was cornered. there was no running.

the titan crouches in-front of me, and for the first time in my life i was truly, rawly scared. the titans never scared me when i was a kid, or a cadet, but now..

the titan’s mouth was curled into a horrifying smile. it’s eyes were bulging, hands and chin covered in blood from a previous city’s massacre.

this was it. as i was lifted off the ground, i accepted my fate. my eyes moved toward the sun. i didn’t want the last thing i’d look at to be it’s face.

huh. i never noticed how warm the sun was. i guess i should’ve appreciated nature a bit more. i would have, if i knew this was the day i was going to die.

it’s mouth opened. i could smell it’s foul breath, smelling of human flesh.

i guess you win, levi. just this once.

SHING!

“GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF OF HER!”

SLASH.

i fell to the ground. my back slammed against the pavement, and i cried out in pain. my head was fuzzy, mostly from the fall.

i hear the wind in my ear as i am picked up, and the sound of metal whipping as i’m brought to the roof.

my vision focuses when i am placed down on a roof. oh. it’s levi. he is speaking, but i can’t really hear him that well.

“damnit, damnit!”

his hands are on my face. his eyes are scanning me for injuries. why is he doing that? why does he care..

“fuck, please be okay, REINER, OVER HERE!”

“SAY SOMETHING!”

oh. now i can hear him.

i wince, my eyes fluttering as they focused on levi’s face. no, that can’t be levi.. why is he crying? levi wouldn’t cry.

“what happened?” i register it to be reiner’s voice, and i turn to him. i push myself up, crying out from the pain in my back, my head. i touch my hand to the back of my head, looking at the blood on my fingers.

“it’s alright, it’s nothing, i’m fine—!”

two arms are wrapped around me. clutching me tight. daring to never let go.

levi.. is hugging me.

“god damnit.. you idiot! what were you thinking?!”

“you’re.. hugging me.” i mean to say in my head, but i say out-loud by accident.

he pulls away, grasping my face in his hands. his hands are shaking. “don’t you ever do that again. you hear me?! i’ll give you damn stable duties everyday if you don’t smarten up!”

“i- you— i can’t promise i won’t—“

“nearly killing yourself over a stupid bet, really?! i can’t believe you—“

“levi.”

“out of all the stupid, idiotic, irrational things you’ve done—“

“levi—“

“seriously! if i didn’t get here when i did, you’d have been dead, and over what? an unsettled—“

“LEVI!”

“what?!”

i pant, placing a hand on his shoulder. “stop. fucking. talking.”

he stares at me for a second. then, a smile cracks on his lips. then a laugh. “i love you so fucking much.”

copr. goldessia. do not steal, plagiarize, translate, share on other platforms without credit/permission.

#attack on titan #levi ackerman #levi x reader #levi aot #attack on titan x reader #aot x reader #aot one shot #aot image #fluff

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shayewrites · 8 months

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☆ AOT Character Chat Bots ☆ Pt. 2

i made a whole bunch more bots after all of your requests. here they are! keep requesting! i love doing these!

Levi Ackerman

⚔️| rivals to lovers where you both fight for the title of humanity’s strongest soldier

✨| “dancing with your ghost” levi speaks with your ghost during the rumbling

💬| you and levi get into a fight

💃🏻| while at a formal fundraiser, levi finds himself a little jealous for your attention

Erwin Smith and Levi Ackerman Duo

🤍🖤| erwin and levi are (im)patiently for you to return from a mission

⚔️🛡️| erwin and levi are your sword and shield (takes place during an expedition)

Reiner Braun

🛡️| helping an injured reiner after the start of the rumbling

AOT AUs

💃🏻| a formal fundraiser gala with all the scouts

my inbox is always open!

#attack on titan #aot #attack on titan x reader #aot x reader #levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #erwin smith #levi x reader #erwin x reader #character ai #chatbot #reiner braun #reiner x reader

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mylilprettythanglevi · 8 months

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Sleepy Levi Animation

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goth-mami-writer · 2 months

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~☆The Masterlist☆~

((That no one asked for cause, why not? :3))

♡Jujutsu Kaisen♡

"Paint Me" | Choso; Tattoo Artist AU/f!Reader

"His Sweet Little Intern" | Kento Nanami; College Professor AU/OC

♡Attack On Titan♡

"Some Shitty Nurse" | Levi Ackerman/f!Reader (you're his nurse after The Rumbling)

♡Hellsing Ultimate♡

"La Vie En Rose" | Pip Bernadotte/Seras Victoria have bloody vampire sex!!

♡Hazbin Hotel♡

"Fine Tuned" | Alastor×F!Reader who works for a rival radio station in Pentagram City (shared fic with my lovely co-writing babe, Mera @short-honey-badger)

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autumndory · 1 year

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thank you, tuesday...

Summary: The Ackermans have hosted all kinds of students from around the world and they came and went, hardly ever leaving a mark. Though none of them rivaled the curious and quirky character of Zoë Hange.

Read thank you, tuesday... on AO3

Read Fue un martes... in Spanish on Wattapad.

Let's start with the lovely cover of this fanfic. It was made by the talented @catyypss. She was the sweetest and I'm truly obsessed with it. I added the title to it and yes, the little paper plane I placed it there as a symbolism. I love it so much, I could cry. Follow Catyyps on her platforms and if you can, place a commission.

Also, this fic has been beta read by @dontatmethanks. Follow the amazing Ro and read all of her works on AO3. You'll not regret it.

Having that said, this work has been collecting dust for a while and even though I started writing the first chapter back in May, I finally got the courage to release it now because you know, lack of time. because I procrastinate a lot and I am a chicken too.

Now, onto the fic.

Let's start by saying/informing that I used she/her pronouns for Hange in this fic. Second, I have many head canons about Hange's past, since Isayama was SO kind of NOT giving us a backstory way to love the fourteenth commander. I have good head canons but I also have bad and heavy ones.

And I decided to explore the bad ones.

I do believe Hange talks a lot because her parents didn't pay attention to her growing up. Hange would be the type to overshare and then regret it because you know... trauma. I tried to explore that shattered relationship between Hange and her parents but also a life away from them.

We also have Levi, who suffers from older sibling syndrome. Protector, with an obsession in his case for cleaning, desire for perfection, and pressure to meet his parents' expectations; something that his little sister, Mikasa yes, they're siblings here is tired of experiencing.

A slice of life, like they say on the streets. You can place two fucked up people in a room and they can bond over trauma, right? Those are the topics I TRIED to explore in this fic. It has a little angst, but I incorporated some fluff too.

Anyway, I hope you you enjoy the first chapter of:

thank you, tuesday...

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yanderecrazysie · 9 months

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hello can give yandere levi ackerman x fem reader headcanons please

Of course! First request for AoT! Yay!

Pairings: Levi Ackerman x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes

Type: General Yandere Headcanons

Levi is especially interested in someone who is neat and organized. He prefers not to clean up after someone, but will if he loves you, of course.

He’s not good at showing his love, as he’s not an affectionate person. He’s bad with words, bad with actions. You might even think he doesn’t like you at all.

He’s the silent stalker type, making sure you’re okay from afar and always, always watching.

He doesn’t particularly care what you do and don’t like, nor is he particularly concerned about your happiness if he kidnaps you. He’s simply a protective type of yandere who wants to keep you alive. Especially in a world like the one he lives in.

If you like tea, he’s glad to make some for you. He enjoys drinking tea with you in silence or him listening to your sweet voice talk to him. He’s not one for conversations though.

He’s surprisingly very soft when he touches you- his hand gently brushing your hair out of your face, a hand lightly touching the small of your back, helping you up if you fall.

He’s also a gentleman, pulling your chair out for you and opening doors for you.

If he’s a higher rank than you, he’ll use that to his advantage. He uses his power to keep you safe and also control your actions- keeping you away from potential rivals, mainly.

He’s a jealous guy, silently sulking any time you get close to someone else. He can’t help his feelings, but he usually keeps it hidden. He’ll just be passive aggressive to the rival, or maybe even put them on the front lines if he feels threatened enough.

Levi is definitely an isolator- doing his best to keep you away from others, particularly other men.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere headcanons #yandere levi #levi ackerman

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borathae · 2 years

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“Yoongi dresses up as your favourite character as a sexy, little surprise. He is not ready however for just how good he will get you with it. Not that he is complaining.”

Pairing: husband!Yoongi x f.Reader

Genre: married life!AU, Smut

Warnings: Yoongi dresses up as Levi Ackerman, yep that’s the whole premise of the story, sub!Yoongi, dom!Reader, very ferally horny!Reader, rough making out, she just kind of pushes him around & he loves it, she also pins him down on multiple surfaces & rides the living shit out of him, some dirty talk, a very sloppy blowjob, a quick yet rough fuck, creampies, overstimulation (m.receiving), she calls him Captain & he calls her Misses Ackerman and brat for the roleplay, Yoongi is basically this emoji OoO the entire time

Wordcount: 5k

a/n: This is so entirely and sickeningly self-indulgent that’s it’s ridiculous and the OC could very well be called Sibi LMOAO. No, I am not even an ounce ashamed to admit it. Not one teeny tiny, itsy pitsy ounce. This was delicious to work on and has no brain behind it, just pussy 🥵 If you decide to read it, first of all, I see you 😛 and second of all, have fun 🤪💜

The problem with being an adult and having your own adult money is that one can spend said adult money on anything one wants, even if it is something entirely stupid.

Yoongi, adult and owner of his own adult money, did exactly that.

He spent his adult money on something entirely stupid.

Well, he hopes it is not stupid as it is the most important part of an elaborate plan to seduce you, his wife, adult and owner of her own adult money. That fact was beside the point however, as this story was about Yoongi and his adult money and the silly things he purchased over the course of the last two months.

It was a rather tedious process. One which took probably most of his nerves. He did most of the online shopping at work, hunched over his old, grainy desktop while his kindergarten students were napping. Fear not, it wasn’t sextoys he purchased (although he is very certain that you would say so differently) but rather bits and pieces of a perfectly planned out costume. Then over the course of two months he had to make sure that he would be the first one to snatch your shared package deliveries.

At one point he even had to snatch it right out of your hands, telling you lies about it being work-related and totally boring. You looked at him weird and asked him why he was being so protective over all the packages lately which almost made Yoongi spill the entire surprise because of how excited he was about surprising you.

But he didn’t and now after two months and fifteen days all the parts of his costume have finally arrived. Most parts were handcrafted by people, hence why the process took so much time and even more money from him. Too much money. Way too much of his hard earned adult money.

Yoongi isn’t complaining, he is just once again letting one know just how much money he spent on the entire surprise, so if it should fail, he will probably break into tears.

Now, one may wonder what exactly all this ruckus is about. What surprise and why is there talk about costumes? One shall find out.

Yoongi, owner of adult money is husband to the love of his life, his dream girl, his best friend and the biggest, goddamn nerd in history. Anime nerd to be more specific. Attack on Titan to get to the actual point.

Oh, how many times he already had to rewatch this show with you and how many times he had to listen to you absolutely losing your sanity over one of the characters.

Levi Ackerman was his name. The anime called him humanity's strongest soldier, you called him your 2D husband who could get it so hard (your words not his'). At first Yoongi found it quite…vexing to hear such words from his wife, but these days he has accepted his defeat against his greatest rival and just lets you.

Perhaps he is even grateful for him as he gave him the most wonderful of ideas. It was just two months and fifteen days ago and Yoongi had to once again sit through you rewatching your favourite show for the nth time. It was when you reached the third season and began talking about "how hard season three Levi could get it" and that "you would literally open your legs for that man if he ever decides to slide into you like he did into that bar" that you also dropped words along the line of "I think I love him so much because he reminds me of you, Yoobi", which then made Yoongi look up from his phone just to gawk.

You weren’t really aware that you said what you said as you were too busy almost moaning out loud because of Levi flying from roof to roof killing bad guys. Yoongi however was very aware and thus began his elaborate plan of surprising you in the best way possible.

The first thing on his agenda today was going to the hairdresser. He would have done so regardless of the plan because he dearly needed a haircut. However, today he whipped out his phone to show his barber pictures of Levi Ackerman with the shyly mumbled words of "don’t ask, my wife says he reminds her of me. It’s a surprise" to which the barber dearly nodded and then began recreating the look.

Once he was done – and Yoongi had to realise that he looked amazing with an undercut – it was time to drive home and get everything ready for tonight.

He showered, even exfoliated and moisturised, then shaved and fixed his hair. His eyebrows he left untouched because he read somewhere that plucking one’s eyebrows too much can cause serious catastrophes. He hopes that you can forgive him for not recreating the look, but you probably will as you told him on multiple occasions just how attractive you think his eyebrows are.

Afterwards he finally began putting the costume on. He chose to go with season three Levi as he knew that this look was "iconic and literally pussy wetting" in your eyes.

Once his clothes were on, he spent a good time in front of the mirror, twisting and turning and looking at himself. It wasn’t really something he would choose, but he didn’t hate it. He really liked the harnesses however, they made him look rather sexy. Even if the entire surprise fails, Yoongi knows that he will genuinely enjoy them.

And then it was time to wait. You were supposed to finish work earlier today as it was a Friday and you always finish work earlier on Friday.

Yoongi looks at the wall clock. Five minutes to go. Quick! He has to decide on a pose.

He shimmies and shifts, moves and fidgets until finally deciding on sitting on the sofa with his legs slightly spread and one elbow propped up on his own thigh. In his other hand he decides to hold a teacup to really sell the look. He even filled the cup so he could take a nonchalant sip when you came in.

The door unlocks six minutes afterwards, then he can hear you call out.

"Honey, I’m home!"

Yoongi feels dizzy in nervousness. This is so stupid, he thinks, so entirely silly.

"Honey?"

He knows that you are probably confused that he isn’t greeting you by helping you out of the jacket.

"Yoongi? Hey, I’m home!"

Yoongi feels a little bad that he can’t greet you today, but he hopes that once you see him, his cruelty will be forgiven.

"Are you wearing your headphones again? Oh Yoongs, you’re gonna get deaf if you keep doing that", he hears you talk to yourself. He almost has to smile. You know him too well.

"Now where are you? Maybe he is- oh."

Your mouth falls open in shock, you stop abruptly. Now it’s his time. Oh how long he rehearsed the line in front of the mirror. If he messes up now he will burst into tears.

"You're late, did you stop to take a shit somewhere? The tea's cold by now, brat."

Oh he didn’t mess up. Yoongi almost has to wheeze in pure relief.

"Yoongi!!"

Yoongi swears he has never heard your voice reach such frequencies.

"Oh my god, Yoongi! Yoongi! Oh god! Yoongi!" you are screeching, bouncing on the spot.

Yoongi wants to smile but doesn’t, instead he takes a nonchalant sip of his tea.

"Oi, oi what's with all the screeching?" he says in a deep voice, "you'll wake up all of Trost with it."

"Oh yeaah", you straight up roar, jumping into a sprint to literally fling yourself on top of him.

Yoongi coughs out his air, barely finding time to set the tea cup down before you have already climbed on top of him. Although, mounting would be a more appropriate term here. Maybe even straight up attacking.

"Holy fuck, Yoongi. Oh my fuck", you babble, letting out the weirdest noises every now and then as you feel him up crazily.

"You're so sexy, holy fuck. Oh my god, you look like him. Ah oh uh eh, oh my god, even the hair and you even put contact lenses in. Noo and the grey shirt! Aah!" you yell, throwing your head back just to yell even more, "you chose the best look" you faux wail, shaking him by his shoulders, "Min Yoongi, you dangerous maaaan, don’t do that to meee."

Yoongi snickers. This is exactly how he had hoped you would react. All that adult money he spent was totally worth it.

Your head bounces to the front again, your hands grasp him tightly, nails scratching over his undercut. The total madness in your eyes makes Yoongi’s stomach tingle in excitement. Oh, you are so turned on. You don’t even have to tell him, he just knows.

"You are the sexiest motherfucking, perfect man ever. I wanna marry you again and again and again. Ah god nooo the undercut looks so good on youuuu" this time around you actually wail, wiggling your entire body on top of his lap, "Yoongii you are so hooot."

"Tch, you’re giving me a headache", he says in perfect Levi fashion.

Your body freezes up, your eyes land on his face.

A squeak is threatening to spill out of you. You begin bouncing, trembling in excitement as your fingers knead his shoulders.

"Say the line, oh my god."

Yoongi lets out an exasperated sigh, "Are you finally going to say something? I could've had breakfast during the wait."

Once done, he flinches as you literally screech and then fall around him violently.

"I'm literally going to suck the living soul out of your cock, oh my god! I want you so bad, holy fuck "

Yoongi chuckles, placing his hands on your lower back to rub it softly.

"I guess you like it?"

"I fucking love it, Yoongi I want to have your entire lower body inside of me, oh my god. Seriously, live inside my vagina from now on", you are literally moaning the words, humping his thighs while your hands are kneading him as if he was dough.

Yoongi laughs, "ambitious."

"No you don’t understand", you cup his cheeks roughly, squishing them together just so you can shake his head, "this is like literal porn. No, it’s better. You’re better than porn. You are so fuck - urgh - hot. I holy fucking love you omg."

"Did you really just say omg out loud?"

"Yeah", you growl, bouncing again before a squeak runs through you, "aaah I can’t stop looking at you, oh my god, please stand up for a moment, please I want to see."

Yoongi does so gladly, even going so far as to do, how you call it, the Levi signature pose. Basically he has to rest one of his hands on his hips.

You round him like a hungry animal, groping and touching him with strong hands while making the weirdest sounds of approval and commenting about how well made all of this is and how every detail is just perfect and that you want him to literally slice you apart like a little apple. Yoongi just lets it happen, trying his hardest not to snicker.

"Aah I can’t", he hears behind him, then the low thump of something falling on the ground can be heard.

Yoongi turns, coming to realise that it was you who fell to the ground.

"Yoongiii", you wail with your head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut, "your butt looks so goooood."

He laughs, squatting down just so he can be eye to eye with you.

"Is this costume related or a fact?"

"Booooth, I don’t knoow, I wanna have you so bad", you call out, flinching in surprise when he reaches out to touch your cheek.

Your eyes meet. You have just the slightest glassiness in your gaze.

Yoongi gives you a playful smile, looking so good doing it.

"Fuck, you look so hot urgh", you spit, latching yourself onto his lips.

Yoongi barely has time to breathe or close his eyes. Or find balance for the matter as just seconds later, he lies flat on the ground while you are on top of him, kissing him oh so roughly.

It's not even a gentle introduction to the kiss. It's just teeth on his lips and tongue down his throat and deep moans while hands are groping and squeezing and feeling him up all over and Yoongi is in fucking heaven, groping you with just as much vigour and kissing you back with just as much hunger.

It's insane just how good he seems to get you. Now bear in mind, Yoongi likes to argue that he always gets you good, but it’s almost unbelievable just how horny you seem to be because of the costume.

Not even ten minutes into the sloppy make out session and you have already lost your skirt and your blouse somehow is missing three buttons. Yoongi’s hair is completely ruined by now as well, but you seem to like it as you took one look at him then moaned loudly and then kissed him so deeply that Yoongi had to groan from getting his nose squished against your cheek.

"Fuck I want you. I want you so bad", you mumble between kisses, humping his lap in nothing but your panties.

Yoongi moans each time you do, telling you with an eager tongue that he wants you just as bad.

It is another ten minutes later and your shirt is officially gone while Yoongi’s grey shirt has been messily punched up underneath the harness. His fair skin is covered in your grope marks. Red scratches and crescent moon shaped bruises where your nails dug in.

His hands are busy palming your tits, doing so with eager desperation. Even through the fabric of your bralette he can feel just how hard your nipples are. How turned on he has you, how deeply into him you are. Wet pussy on his thigh and hard nipples between his fingers. Yoongi is so happy for the outcome of this surprise.

He gets yanked up all of a sudden with the help of his chest harness. The kiss breaks, Yoongi finally gets to look into your fiery eyes. Mania and madness. Fiery lust and hungry desperation. You look like sex personified right now, with your lingerie covering your best parts and your lips so swollen from kissing. You are the sexiest woman, Yoongi is so goddamn obsessed.

"I can't anymore. Get on the couch. I wanna have you right here and now", you order in a harsh growl.

He is dizzy, nodding his head in obedience. You help him get up, dragging him by the harness and then pushing him until the back of his knees collide with the couch and he falls.

"Uff", he lets out, "you're really getting at it roughly aren’t you?"

"You're so hot, holy fuck", you tell him, dropping to your knees right between his spread legs.

Yoongi knows exactly what you are going to do and so he lifts his hip with trembling knees until you finally tug his pants down far enough to free his hard cock. The harnesses around his thighs make the whole ordeal a little difficult, but you are way too determined to give up and so Yoongi finds himself with his cock and balls out while the pants stretch around his thighs.

"That's also a way to get me na-" he can’t finish his sentence.

You sink down on him with a moan, welcoming as much of him as you can fit while feeling up the rest.

"Fuck", Yoongi groans, denting the couch by throwing his head back against the backrest, "holy fuck that's so, ah, so deep."

You give him gurgled moans and a sloppy gag, bopping your head up and down his cock quickly.

Never in your life have you wanted his cock as much as you do today. You literally want to eat him up, devour him, consume him. This is the best surprise he ever made you. Fuck, you love him so much, you want him so bad.

"Ah ___", he sounds breathy, breathless even. His hands rest themselves on your head, giving you warmth and a certain pressure.

You take in even more of him, drooling all around him while making the neediest of moans. Quite frankly Yoongi can barely function. He didn’t even know that you could be so sloppy, that you could be so greedy and so unapologetically nasty.

It's maddening really, leaving him with ringing ears and a throbbing, oh so sensitive cock.

"Fuck", he presses out under his breath. It was nothing but a whisper, followed by a shuddering breath.

"Yeah fuck", you agree, spitting into your palm just so you can use it to jerk him off. Fast and rough.

Yoongi lifts himself from the couch for just a second, chasing your strong touch with eager thrusts. He would have done so longer, hadn't you forced his hips back into the pillow with a punishing grip on his waist.

"Stay down, Captain. I'm taking care of you", you spit, twisting your hand around his swollen cockhead.

"You're insane", he croaks, "fucking insane."

He is looking at you, even if it is hard. Silvery eyes half lidded and obsidian hair hanging into his sculpted brows. His cheeks, once ivory, carry the faintest of red. His pink lips are so puffy from kissing, currently sitting between his teeth as he bites down on them.

"Fuck, look at you Captain", the fantasy has a hold of you and Yoongi is loving it, "looking so fucking good like this", you croak, opening your mouth just to swallow him up again.

Yoongi’s eyes widen, his lower lip bounces from between his teeth, his long fingers grip the edge of the sofa.

"A-haah", he lets out shakily, parting his lips further, "ah, hah, a-ah."

You are sucking him, changing it up with quick licks right on his frenulum and leaking slit. Strong sucks and quick flicks of your tongue. The combination is deadly and Yoongi is dying.

His eyes fall closed, his head tilts back to reveal his throat to your eyes.

"Ah, god", he groans, keeping his mouth agape to make the neediest of sounds. He is in actual heaven.

You are a natural in sloppy blowjobs. The best. The actual best. Fast and rough, yet so tender and skilled. Wet and hot and oh so greedy.

"Good", he moans, arching his back, "so good. So good."

"Yeah and tasty. You taste so good, Captain", you rasp and swirl your tongue over his cockhead.

“Fuck”, he laughs, “you calling me like that is kinda hot”, he confesses as he spills new excitement.

You lick it right up with a grateful moan, squeezing his cock oh so tightly between your fingers. The pressure is sending electricity through his veins. You connect your lips with his tip and suck. Just the most sensitive part of it, right on top. Hungrily and roughly, you suck and suck, giving him the sweetest moans while your fingers are jacking him off quickly.

Yoongi tenses up, feeling his stomach tighten and his skin become as hot as fire.

"Honey, gonna cum", he croaks, throbbing in your fingers.

The sucking stops, the heat in his stomach dies down. Yoongi huffs out air and groans, squeezing the sofa cushion in agony.

"Not yet", you say, kissing his balls sloppily, "wanna ride you first, Captain."

“You’re cruel”, he croaks, “how should I, I hold back?”

“Don’t know, think of something”, you say with little pity in your voice.

You let go of his cock and stand up. Yoongi watches with a droopy head as you pull down your panties and step out of them. Next you get rid of your bralette, throwing it on the ground.

“Holy shit honey, you are so sexy”, he moans, feeling his cock throb at the view. He married the sexiest woman.

You give him a little pose, climbing on top of his lap afterwards.

“You like what you’re seeing, Captain?” you ask him in a sultry voice.

“So much. I married the most beautiful woman, Misses Ackerman”, he plays right along, flinching in surprise when this makes you squeal and then grab his cheeks roughly.

“Shut up oh my god, Yoongi”, you growl, “you can’t just make us be married, what the hell?”

“Why not?” he laughs, “we’re married too, I’m not gonna make us unmarried.”

“Urgh baby, I’m literally gonna ruin you”, you growl and grab his cock just to take him in.

"Fuck", Yoongi curses, tensing up at the intensity of your tripping pussy around his cock.

You dropped right down on him, giving neither you nor him any sort of warning. Just as you don’t give the two if you any time to getting used to the fuck.

“Honey please”, he squeaks out, having to gasp for air.

Your fingers twist in the straps of his chest harness. Rough and strong. You use them to literally pin him against the sofa, using the position to bounce on him with all your might.

"Fu-u-uck ___, holy fuck", he moans, mouth agape and eyes squeezed shut, "you're fucking crazy. Urgh! God!"

"I'm crazy, so fucking crazy. You drive me insane. Oh my god I want to literally rip you apart, you perfect thing."

You give him a harsh shake, the kind which makes his back arch and his head tilt back. Like this his neck is exposed to you, giving way to the pearls of sweat running down right to his exposed collarbones.

You lick right along his throat, sending shivers through his nimble body.

“Wanna eat you up, you sweet kitten. Wanna ruin you, fuck”, you pant, twisting more of his harness to pull him closer. His jawline is under your teeth, getting marked up and bitten with eager hunger. Your hips, still merciless, begin rolling back and forth as they bounce.

"Argh, fuck", he groans, "please slow, gonna cum otherwise.”

“No. Hold back”, you order in a growl, “wanna fuck hard and fast.”

“You’re cruel”, he whines, but laughs, “please, I’m just a, a w-weak man.”

“No you’re not. You’re humanity’s strongest soldier. So hold back Captain, hold back until I tell you to let go”, you carry mania in your voice, it makes you sound raspier than usual.

You straighten back up, using his strong shoulders for support. The sofa is creaking under your movements, Yoongi is squeaking.

“Wanna bounce on you, babyboy. Wanna ruin that cock for anyone except me.”

Yoongi grabs your hips so tightly that it hurts. He presses out a graphic curse and a fruitless plead for your mercy with his eyes rolled back.

But mercy doesn’t come and so Yoongi is bound to climax deep inside of you with a weak whimper of your name. He is shaking, seeing stars, feeling dizzy. It’s a good orgasm, because it’s intense and hot. But as good as it is, it also feels like torture. He disobeyed you and Yoongi has been your husband long enough to know that such disobedience has consequences.

“Did you just cum?” you ask, not slowing down. There they are. The consequences. Overstimulation to the point where Yoongi feels like bursting into tears.

“Yeah”, he croaks, twitching aggressively each time you drop down on him. His cock is so sensitive. He feels every inch your warm walls hug and it burns. Burns so much.

“Fuck, Yoongi. Didn’t I tell you not to?”

“S-sorry I, I couldn’t help it- ah”, he groans, squeezing his eyes into little slits while furrowing his brows. His cock weeps, throbbing painfully while your pussy is forcing it to stay hard, “was too much”, he whines, “honey please slow.”

“No?” you laugh in amusement, “you know the rules. You cum without permission and I get to use your weak cock as a dildo. It’s only fair.”

“Fuck ___ you’re cruel”, he whines.

“Yeah, I’m so cruel. So crazy for you, Captain”, you agree, pulling him closer by his harness until you can kiss him breathtakingly roughly.

Yoongi whimpers into the kiss, letting you lick into his mouth and bite his lips until he feels like screaming. The fuck feels better because of it. Still hot and his cock still feels like bursting in overstimulation, but the kiss grounds him, pulls him into the moment, soothes him. It’s not a soothing kiss per say, of course not, you are basically eating him up, but Yoongi loves kissing you during sex. He finds great comfort in it. It reminds him that you love him and that he loves you.

He loves that reminder.

“___”, he sighs and wraps his strong arms around your waist. He broadens his stance and begins meeting your movements in quick ruts up.

“Y-Yoongi”, you mewl into the kiss.

“Like it?” he asks, panting quickly.

“Yeah…love it…fuck Captain, you…yes”, you moan, stumbling into a sloppy and terribly wet kiss all whilst grinding your hips into him in a needy rhythm.

Yoongi may be suffering right now, his cock may be aching for a break, and his head may be pounding loudly, but he wants to please you so bad that he ignores all those aches. He wants to make you cum right on top of him, throw you over the edge and get you to heaven and back. This is his duty as your loving husband. Please you. Please you. And please you even more. It’s the kisses which motivate him. Your sweet, sweet lips on his' and your greedy hands running along his undercut.

Yoongi moans into you, fucking you with all his might. He wants to please. Oh, he wants to please so well. He loves how you touch his scalp, loves how you feel up his undercut, loves how you mewl into the kiss and he loves how you feel around him. Your pussy is so warm, so wet, so tight in pleasure. He knows that you are clenching down on him, that you are chasing the heat that comes with squeezing right around him. He is aware that you are mostly doing it for yourself, because you’ve told him just how good it feels to do a kegel when he’s inside, but fuck, it feels incredible for him too.

He chases it, even if his cock is twitching. Deeper and deeper, harder and harder, better and better. Hips meet hips, your ass feels oh so squishy each time it connects with his thighs, your body trembles under his fingertips.

"Fuck, Yoongi, f-fuck", the kiss breaks as you let your head fall down. Now it’s resting against him, forehead against forehead and noses rubbing together while your hot breaths are intermingling.

"Is good? Like it?" he asks and pants for air, holding your hips to grind them against him. He can feel your clit rubbing against him, knowing very well that this is going to make you cum for sure. You love it when he does that, when you can grind against him as his cock is inside. It always gets you, he knows it does because he fucked you a hundred million times and knows your body like no other.

"So good, ah baby", your voice pitches in pleasure, you tighten around him, "close."

"Let go, let go Misses Ackerman", he whispers, feeling you tense even more.

Your hips stutters, your nails dig into the nape of his neck.

"Fuck", you squeeze your eyes shut, "Min Yoongi you dangerous…man… ah god", you press out and moan, throwing your head back as your body falls into its high.

Yoongi holds you through it, watching your face morph into the prettiest expression with his heart pounding in his chest. He loves this so much. You are so beautiful. Feel so good too. This is it. His purpose. He is finally fulfilling it. Fuck, it feels so good.

"Urgh god", you come down with an arch of your back, growing slack against him.

Your arms are hooked behind his head, your cheek is resting on his shoulder and every now and then your body twitches as a shiver runs through it.

"Holy moly", you mumble, huffing out air.

"Yeah, right?" Yoongi agrees, feeling up your ass and back. He can’t deny it, he is still so horny. His cock has just started to enjoy the sensations again and having your warm walls pulsate as an aftermath of your high feels incredible to him. He is aching to fuck up into you again, but doesn’t for the sake of you catching your breath.

"I feel like we didn’t have a quickie in ages", you say and laugh breathily.

"Yeah right? That was intense. You’re crazy."

"I know, it’s the costume. You’re literally the sexiest man ever and now you’re looking even sexier and I can’t help myself."

Yoongi chuckles, squeezing your buttocks.

"So you like it?"

"Yes. I love it. This is gonna be used often from now on."

"Understood", Yoongi mumbles and grins. You are really so whipped. Spending all his adult money was so worth it.

You lift your head then, meeting his droopy gaze. You feel droopy yourself.

"Please leave the costume on", you say, already feeling him up again.

Yoongi chuckles, "fine, I’m leaving it on. Good god, you brat."

"Aaah don’t say that, I’m gonna get horny again."

He snorts, "you're so funny. You don’t even like that word or being called like that."

"Yeah, but it's different because Levi’s just saying that lovingly and that’s why it gets me and now you say it looking like him and it gets me."

"I think everything he does gets you."

You nod your head vigorously and giggle.

Yoongi rolls his eyes fondly, "of course he does."

"Yes, but you get me better. You know that you do", you whine, nudging his chest, "so much better.”

“I do?”

“Yeah, you do. Oh my god, Yoongi I love you. Thank you for this surprise. You look so handsome, I’m gonna cry", you say and pull him into a deep kiss while your hips begin moving again.

Yoongi sighs, welcoming the movement with eager hips.

Needless to say, he is in for a long and wild night.

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Humming softly, Armin sprays the top of his desk with the special cleaner he’d borrowed from his stepsister, who worked for the Ackerman Teahouse in the inner ring of Paradis Isle. She’d been working for the owner, Levi Ackerman, since she was fifteen, and eight years later, both her relationship and her job were long running and going strong, with her only being a notch below the owner when it came to workplace superiority. Her boyfriend, Eren, who she lived with ( he was also two notches below her in superiority in the teahouse: one spot beneath the longtime waiter, Oruo Bozado, and two beneath the assistant manager, Eld Jinn ), drove her to and from work every day.

They’d met years ago in preschool, years before Armin’s mother married Y/N’s father when they were in middle school ( Armin in fourth grade and Y/N and Eren in sixth ), and had been best friends for years until Eren’s little schoolhouse rival Jean Kirstein tried asking her out when they were all fourteen or so. Eren had seen red and interfered, saying that they were already dating and whisking Y/N away. Y/N had teased him about it relentlessly, of course, and he’d asked her out for real that same day in his house’s kitchen. She’d said yes, then went home and told Armin everything — Eren shaking his head and hands the whole time, his face pinker than the strawberry milkshake he’d bought her on the way to her house. Now, Armin had had his fiar share of crushes on girls and boys at school, but he had made extra sure to never let it slip that he’d had a crush on Eren ever since Y/N had introduced them to one another ( which meant he’d liked Eren for almost three years at that point ). He just wanted to be happy for his stepsister, even though seeing Eren and her kissing and holding hands all the time sometimes did make his heart hurt.

Now they were all in their twenties with jobs as well as their own places ( Eren and Y/N living together in a small but cozy house in the outer ring at the outside edge of the middle ring that they were renting from a friend of Eren’s father, and Armin in a tiny, tiny apartment in the middle ring as close to both Paradis University and his work as possible ), and Y/N was still dating Eren. They were both still working at the teahouse with Mr. Ackerman when they weren’t working during their fourth year of college. Eren intended on being a doctor like his father, and Y/N was studying to get a Masters in History, not really wanting to be much of anything — and Armin knew why. She’d made him promise not to tell Eren at the time, but one of the military’s commanders had scouted her in her first year of college and she planned on joining up after her twenty fourth birthday. Eren had known for a couple years now, though — when he’d found out about seven months afterwards it had caused a huge argument that ended with Y/N leaving their ( then ) apartment to stay at Armin’s and Eren to freak out once he woke up ( as he’d stormed into their bedroom and slammed the door before going to bed angry ) and realized she’d left. They’d made up then, and that had been the end of it as far as Armin knew.

And despite all of those ups and downs, Armin still had a huge crush on Eren as much as he didn’t want to admit it. It was one of the reasons why he’d argued so much against them coming over today. He didn’t want to mess up the eight year relationship that his stepsister and friend had just because of a silly crush that he shouldn’t even have.

As he backs away from the entertainment center after cleaning it, his hip bumps the coffee table and a pen he’d left on it alongside his homework rolls off and under the couch. Cursing under his breath, he carefully moves the coffee table and gets on his hands and knees before blindly reaching for it under the couch, fingers grasping at nothing but the empty air before he finally manages to grab it — but not before his fingers brush the edge of something that spikes his curiosity. Sitting back on his calves and putting the slightly dusty pen on the table, he quickly gets back on his hands and knees with his face pressed to the floor to look under the couch, and his eyes widen. The book he’d been looking for for three whole weeks had been under the couch the entire time!

He tries his hardest to reach for it again, and the tip of his middle finger does brush against it — but he only manages to push it further away and completely out of reach, almost to the back of the couch entirely; he couldn’t move the couch either, it was too heavy. “Are you serious?” he groans, rolling his eyes and throwing his head back slightly before looking at the little loop underneath one of the cushions with a twinkle in his eyes. The little couch, gifted to him by Eren and Y/N as a housewarming gift, pulled out — and when you started to open it, the area beneath the couch was completely revealed. He could just open the pullout, grab the book, and be done with it!

Doing just that, Armin carefully pushes the pullout up, holding it up with one hand while reaching for the book with his other. It is, yet again, just out of reach, and he inches closer and closer to no avail. Hesitantly letting go of the opened pullout, he smiles softly when it stays propped up without him having to hold it up and simply bends over the front of the couch, one hand braced on the floor inside the couch’s opening and the other once again reaching for the book, the side of the couch slightly digging into his stomach as he stood on his hands and knees while practically draped over it.

Right as his fingers close around the corner of his lost book, Armin hears a loud, creaking crash, and the lifted rectangle of the pullout couch falls back on him — it doesn’t hurt ( okay, maybe it did, and maybe the pain from it made him cry a little ), but when he tries to get out he finds that he’s completely stuck and unable to move. He pushes back and struggles to escape, trying to ignore the pulsing pain in his back, but the weight of an entire bed being on him coupled with metal that scratches at his skin painfully when he tries to back out makes him stop. What was he supposed to do now? He couldn’t get out of this, and he lived alone. On top of that, he had hardwood floors and his knees were starting to hurt.

A loud thud outside reaches his ears, and his eyes widen; Eren and Y/N must be here, they could help!

“Y-Y/N! Eren! Help, I’m in here — I’m stuck!” he shouts, knowing that his voice is muffled through the couch but not caring. He’d be let out soon, so what did it matter?

The door opens and closes behind him, and he repeats himself — but he doesn’t get a response. “Eren? Y/N? Hello?” Two big hands cover each of his asscheeks, making Armin’s eyes widen in surprise. Pushing him out wouldn’t work, what were they thinking?! “H-Hey, what are you — WHOA, WAIT-!”

His shriek was triggered by the two hands taking both his pants and his underwear by the waistline and yanking them down to pool around his knees, baring his ass to the faceless person who had come in through his front door. They part his cheeks, and he wiggles against their grip as best he can. “D-don’t — Don’t look there!” he whimpers, wondering why at first his stepsister’s boyfriend ( who had never looked his way like that a day in his life ) was doing this until he remembered that his stepfather had told him over Christmas last year that Eren had asked permission to ask Y/N to marry him, so it just couldn’t be him — but if it wasn’t Eren ( and couldn’t possibly be Y/N, with how big this unknown person’s hands were! ), who was it?

Armin pales from his place stuck in the couch. He’d — He’d unlocked the door for when his stepsister and her boyfriend came over. He always did, even though Y/N had a key, and he’d been screaming for help… Someone on the street had heard and decided to help themselves. He’d gotten himself into this predicament all on his own.

A hot, wet length of flesh swipes over his twitching, exposed hole, and Armin tries to move away. It takes him a moment to realize that it’s the person’s tongue, and his eyes widen almost comically all over again. “N-No, don’t put your t-tongue there, it’s dirty!”

The person behind him ignores him, instead slurping loud and messily at the hole beneath it, tracing it and drawing various shapes along the sensitive flesh, ignoring the whining man beneath him’s struggles. Armin’s eyes cross when the strange tongue, which has coated his whole whole in a heavy layer of spit, is joined by a long, thick finger, which doesn't hesitate to curl up in him and begin swirling around his insides, almost as if it were searching for something—

Armin lets out a shriek as the intruding finger brushes across something that sends sharp stings of pleasure up his spine, his hole clenching around the finger in his ass and the person’s mouth leaving his ass to nip, bite, and suck across his exposed lower back. The finger brushes across it again and he keens, whimpering as the finger is slowly drawn out, then whimpering again when he feels the tip of a second finger press against his hole along the first as well as a hot, sticky liquid he just knew was spit dribbling over them. Before he knew it, the two long fingers are pressing inside him again, crooking up and stretching his insides as they search again for that little button hidden inside. “O-Oh fu-uck-!” Armin moans, letting his head fall forward, “Fuck — Please, please — C-CUMMIN’!” he wails, arching his back and forcing his ass back into the pleasing touch as best he can as he costs the floor in his thick load. As he came down, he was barely holding himself up on shaky forearms as the inner skin of the two fingers beside the two in his ass press against the heated skin of his asscheeks, and he whimpers when he realizes just how long these fingers were when he feels them pressing so deep in his guts and scissoring open to stretch him more.

Armin’s cock slowly begins to harden again and his sensitive tip rubs against the rough cloth of the couch, assisting the stranger in making his entire body tremble. The fingers inside him twist and turn and stretch and toy with that special spot in a way that has Armin, regardless of previous inhibitions, pressing back into the expert touch as best he could and whining shrilly when the fingers he’d only just gotten used to are pulled away from him and he’s left empty.

A moment passes, Armin’s thighs shaking from the feelings coursing through his veins, and suddenly the pullout that had had him trapped is lifted, freeing him. Refusing to look a gift horse in the mouth, he quickly clambers away from where he was stuck, backing into a strong chest and watching as tanned forearms close the couch and lazily toss the cushions back. The familiar glint of a series of thick black rings on the tanned hands and a prominent black skull ring on the middle finger of the man’s dry hand catches Armin’s eye and he pales again despite his aching length pressing against his stomach, slowly looking up to see just who was behind him even though deep down he knew.

As he’d feared, it was Eren.

Green eyes lock with his own blue ones, and a dirty grin is on the handsome older man’s face as Armin thinks back over what had just happened. The entire time that he’d been feeling so good with a ‘stranger’s’ fingers up his ass, it was Eren — Eren had done all the sinful things that had made his body feel good, Eren’s tongue and teeth had drawn patterns of saliva and bite marks across his skin, his lips had sucked love bites across Armin’s lower back and ass — Eren, the boy he’d had a crush on since he was eleven.

Eren, his stepsister’s boyfriend. Soon to be fiancé.

Shaky breathing from across the room catches Armin’s attention, and the moment he lays his eyes on the cause he freezes. Y/N is standing there, wide eyed and slightly red faced, her mouth slightly open in surprise. Armin can feel tears welling up in his eyes, and as soon as his lock with Y/N’s he bursts into tears. Eren had cheated on her, and with him. This was his fault, he’d ruined their relationship, it was all his fault. Armin tries to wipe all the tears away with the backs of his hands, which are curled into loose fists, but they just keep coming.

“I’m-m s-s-sorry!” he sobs, feeling so overwhelmingly guilty that he just couldn’t think of anything else to say. “I-It’s just — The couch fell ‘nd I couldn’t get out — I was stuck, I swear! He just came in ‘nd this happened, but I p-promise I d-didn’ kn-know it was him, Y/N, ‘m sorry!” He keeps crying, not even making an attempt to stop the tears. He deserved to feel this way, he knew it — and so did his conscience.

That’s not an excuse, his mind hisses cruelly, This is your fault and you know it; you’ve liked him for years, and now that she knows, she’s going to hate you. She’s never going to want to see you again, and you deserve it.

No! He didn’t want her to hate him, he loved his stepsister ( perhaps a little too much, if he were honest with himself, but unlike his inner admittance of liking Eren, that he refused to acknowledge ). He’d just — he’d have to make it up to her. He could do that, right? Surely there was something he could do to earn her forgiveness?

“Hmmm, I guess there is something you could do,” she replies, making him realize that he’d been rambling out loud.

“What?! I’ll do anything!” he cries, tears still falling even as he wipes them from his cheeks. Y/N glances to Eren, who is rubbing little circles on Armin’s bare hip with his lust-darkened eyes locked on hers already.

She asks quietly, her own eyes darkening, “Anything?”, and Armin nods his head affirmatively furiously. Apparently he hadn’t noticed that his underwear and pants were still pooled around his knees and therefore he was completely bare in the most sensitive area before her, and she sure wasn’t about to remind him. She was enjoying being able to look down on his little pink cock, still hard and aching despite Eren getting him off earlier when he was still pinned.

Y/N had known, of course, that her boyfriend had a thing for her little stepbrother — he didn’t love him like he loved her, of course, but she knew ( he’d told her, even, going into great detail about how much he wanted to see the younger man’s face while he fucked his ass and the blodn’s face was inbetween her tits ) how much he lusted over the no doubt tight hole the short blond kept hidden away, and Y/N hadn’t minded; after all, Eren had been jealous when she admitted she was attracted to his friend Jean, but he’d still said he didn’t mind if she fucked him and even after she did, later the three had all fucked each other, so it was only fair that she grant him this at least once — and since she’d known for years that Armin had been in love with her bothfriend, she knew he wouldn’t say anything — so their parents never had to know.

Eren’s obsession with the thought of Y/N’s sweet little stepbrother sandwiched between the two of them began when the two of them had first heard him calling Y/N’s name while Eren fucked her senseless one night Armin had stayed over at their place, and the thought of him splayed out beneath all four of their wandering hands, his and hers, hadn’t left his mind since.

“Please, what can I do to make it up to you?” Armin hiccups, more and more tears welling up in his eyes as the silence stretches on.

Y/N’s eyes, darkened with a lust of her own, glint wickedly, and she grins as she spreads her legs a little and says, “Come lick my pussy.”

Armin’s eyes are wide. Surely she’d misspoke — surely she couldn’t have just asked him to do that! They were family, for Ymir’s sake!

You’re step-siblings though, a toxic part of his mind trilled happily. You two aren’t related, so it isn’t really bad, just a little… taboo.

She shrugs when he stays quiet, turning away from him and crossing her arms. “Well, I suppose I could just… I don’t know, break up with Eren and cht you out of my life for betraying me instead,” she says cruelly, and as she expected, Armin panics.

“N-No! No, don’t! I’ll do it, I promise I will! It’s j-just…” he trails off quietly, looking down

Y/N raises an eyebrow. “‘It’s just…’ what? What’s the issue?”

Armin squirms uncomfortably, Eren still warm against his back, but despite the discomfort he answers. “I’ve — I’ve never done… that.”

Y/N snorts in amusement, “What, you’ve never eaten pussy?” Her tone is mocking, teasing even. Armin whimpers quietly at her words, but refuses to answer this time — but Eren understands exactly what he’d meant.

“Baby… I think your baby brother is still a virgin,” Eren purrs lowly, squeezing Armin’s hip a little and making him jump. Armin had almost forgotten Eren was still there, as crazy as it seemed. His cheeks are bright red, and fresh tears of embarrassment well up along his waterline. Y/N looks to him for confirmation and he nods tearfully, his bottom lip trembling as he holds back the tears, and she grins in an almost predatory way as her pupils blow.

“C’mere, Armin,” she murmurs, and he pulls away from Eren and crawls over to her, not realizing how easily he was playing directly into his stepsister’s and her boyfriend’s darkest desires. Kneeling at her feet, he watches in rapt attention as she lifts a leg and places her foot on the next to bottom shelf of one of his bookshelves, revealing her panties beneath her skirt to him. His already hard cock twitches, and he continues watching as she hooks a finger around one hem of her panties and pulls them to the side, revealing her glistening pussy to him and making him swallow hard, his mouth falling open after. He’d never seen one outside of porn after all, but when she hums at him and rolls her hips up into his slack-jawed mouth, shocking him as her wetness slides over his chin and lips, his tongue flicking out to collect the slick instinctively. A string of slick connects his chin to her cunt for a second before snapping and Armin’s tongue darts out to lick at where it was sticking to his face before one of Eren’s big hands press against the back of his head and force his face against her sopping cunt, his eyes rolling back as he runs his tongue up from her hole to circle around her clit. Eren rubs his face against her pussy a few times before pulling his hand back, pleased to see Armin following the way he’d led him even without him pushing him into it anymore.

Armin looks up curiously as she lets out soft whimpers, his face still in her pussy as one of her hands pressing against the back of his head. His little nose presses ever so perfectly against her swollen clit, and his whole face is revealed to be soaked in her juices when he pulls back a little. “L-Like that?” he whispers quietly against her soft heat, and she shivers some then laughs a little at the feeling of his warm breath against her cunt.

“Yeah baby, do it just like that…” Y/N whispers, taking her bottom lip between her teeth and fisting her hand in his blonde hair and pulling him back into her pussy, squeezing her eyes shut as that hot tongue slips back out and starts drawing little shapes on her clit again. “Fuck—“ Armin lets out a surprised moan at the taste that was covering his tongue with every press of it inside her quiverig hole, slowly falling into what he’d discover later to be a now desperate addiction.

Eren walks behind her and starts kissing her neck, nipping and biting across Y/N’s collarbone with the intent of leaving marks behind as his big hands come up to grope at her chest. She turns her head to kiss him just as he twists one of her nipples through her shirt, and she moans directly into his mouth both from his touch and the feeling of Armin’s tongue in her pussy. Eren grins against her lips as they kiss wetly, never tearing his eyes from the man on his knees lapping at his stepsister’s cunt like an obedient bitch.

Armin slobbers all over her cunt, slurping up as much of her juices as he could as she inched closer and closer to orgasm and her grip on his hair tightened, her other hand going up to bury itself in Eren’s long hair and squeeze so hard his scalp started aching. Her hips roll up into Armin’s mouth again as she starts desperately humping his face, just on the cusp of orgasm from his mouth alone.

“C’mon baby, gonna cum, c’mon!” she whispers, rutting against his face desperately, “Don’t stop, ‘m so fuckin’ close, don’t stop!”

Armin presses his face between her pussylips and sucks her clit into his mouth, shaking his head side to side a little like he’d seen in the videos he’d watched before sucking and nibbling at it and looking up at her through his eyelashes as her eyes rolled back and she let go of his hair with one hand so she could grab one of the higher shelves as she let out a drawn-out shriek. Her skirt that she’d had flipped up falls down a little and obscures his vision, but Armin just keeps sucking at her clit and drawing shapes on it with his tongue until she weakly pushes him away and tries to stand up on shaky legs.

“What — What a fuckin’ mouth you have there,” she murmurs tiredly, holding on to Eren in exhaustion. Her eyes, however, are still dark and expecting, and she glances to the room Armin had made into his bedroom before walking to it on shaky legs. “Eren, bring him to the bedroom. Our baby boy’s just earned himself a reward.”

Eren grins himself, a wide, sharklike thing that almost scares Armin, but the blond still follows the brunet when he crooks his index finger his way. He walks into his own bedroom to find his stepsister shimmying her cunt juice-soaked panties down her legs, her slit perfectly framed by her thighs and ass as she stands bent at the waist with one finger hooked into her panties, which are around her ankles. She lifts one leg out of it daintily, and the other follows, but Armin can’t tear his eyes away from the glistening entrance he’d gotten to taste only a minute earlier. Y/N kicks her underwear away from herself and strides over to his bed, laying on top of it and spreading her legs.

“C’mere ‘nd suck my nipples, baby,” she murmurs softly, and he starts moving towards her almost automatically. He’s stopped by Eren, who puts a hand on his shoulder and looks at his clothes pointedly.

“Don’t you wanna take those off first?” he asks, and Armin feels his cheeks heat up in nervousness that’s whipped away when he hears what comes out of Eren’s mouth next. “It would make us both so, so happy to see you — and you don’t want Y/N to feel cold all by herself like that, right?”

He’s stripped himself of his clothes before he even realizes it, and even when he does he’s rushing over to the bed and climbing up it. He takes his place between her legs and whimpers when she locks hers behind his lower back, pulling him close and pressing his face into her chest. He can feel the heat from the soft, delicate spot between her thighs that he’d dreamt about more than once ( and had berated himself for even imagining once he’d woken up ) rubbing against his hardened cock, and he whimpers at the feeling of the slight friction against such a sensitive place on his body.

Y/N’s hand presses almost insistently against the back of his head, her fingers burying themselves in his silky hair and guiding him to her nipple, which he latches onto up laying his eyes on it. His mouth is hot, and she moans softly as he begins doing just what she’d wanted without her even having to tell him. Leaning down, Y/N licks off the juices she’d left on his face, her eyes glittering as he moaned against her breast, his tongue curling around her hardened nipple and his cheeks hollowed as he suckles.

Armin lets out a surprised cry when Eren starts playing with his ass again, burying spit-slicked fingers up to the knuckle in his hole and stretching him out unforgivingly. Each thrust of the brunet’s fingers drove Armin further and further away from Y/N’s breasts, eventually pushing him up so he was chest to chest with her with his cock pinned between his and her bodies. The pressure made him whimper, his hips rolling up into her, and Eren carefully steadied him with one hand on his hip as Y/N brought his face down to hers so they could kiss. Her mouth was hot and wet, and she tasted faintly of cherries, which made him moan; it had to be from Eren buying her some cherry candy on the way there like he always did.

Not even noticing that Eren’s pulled his fingers from his ass, Armin’s eyes cross as Eren presses his cock into the twitching hole before him, the blond’s thighs trembling as he tries his hardest to hold himself up despite the pleasure he was feeling as he was stretched wide. Y/N takes advantage of him being distracted to reach between their bodies and wrap her hands around his cock, pushing it inside herself and watching as his face contorts from the feeling of his cock being swallowed up by her cunt. As he reacts to her hole sucking him in, Eren doesn’t stop pushing inside him until his hips are flush with Armin’s plump ass, the older man’s cheeks dusted ever so slightly with a rosy color as stills and he fills out the hole he was using. Armin was fucking tight, and since Y/N didn’t like anal ( so they didn’t do it ) it was affecting him.

He gives the trembling man ( no longer a virgin!! ) beneath him a moment to collect himself before carefully pulling out, stopping right as his tip tugged against the inside of Armin’s hole before slamming his hips back against the smaller blond’s. As he’d pulled out he’d slightly pulled Armin’s own cock from Y/N’s wet heat, which had drawn whimpers from the younger man’s mouth that had turned into a scream as he’d been filled by Eren’s thick length and surrounded by Y/N’s hot pussy.

“O-Oh — Oh god, Eren! Y/N! I-It feels s’good!” he cries, his voice shaky and tears prickling at his waterline, tears that only threaten to grow larger and fall with each rough thrust of Eren’s hips. “F-Fu-uck ple-e-ease~! Hard-der, harder! Faster-r!” The bigger man’s balls slap against his own as he fucks him, slamming against his prostate and sending Armin’s cock deeper into Y/N’s hole with each thrust, and as a result Armin’s speech slowly begins to slur and his brains eases off; he doesn’ think about what’s being said or the taboo aspects of what’s happening, all he focuses on is how it feels good and how he never wants the pleasure he’s feeling to end.

“D-Daddy, Mommy, please!” Armin wails, no longer even aware of what was coming out of his mouth, and as Armin clutches tightly at Y/N’s front, the two aforementioned people pause and lock eyes, a wicked glance passing between them before they look back down to the quivering blond between them. They both coo at him lowly, their experienced fingers trailing across his heated skin as he clings to them in desperation and cries out from how good he feels.

“Bein’ such a good boy for us, Armin,” Eren purrs, gently biting at the back of the blond’s neck as he sobs beneath them. The tears have long since started falling, Armin not even aware of them with how wrapped up he is in the moment. Eren’s mouth moves from his neck to his cheek, his hot tongue darting out and licking a line up his face, collecting the tears that had fallen as Y/N murmurs her agreement.

“Yeah, such a good slut for us, baby boy,” she whispers, kissing his other cheek.

“M-Mommy-!” he hiccups weakly, shakily grabbing at Y/N’s shoulders and sobbing when Eren’s cock strikes him ( yet again ) directly on his swollen, sensitive prostate; the entire time that his stepsister’s boyfriend had been fucking his ass he’d been zeroed in on the sensitive stretch of flesh, and that coupled with the size and length of Eren’s cock made Armin lose his mind to the feeling of the other man completely rearranging his poor, abused insides.

When he’d started cleaning his apartment that morning, this was not what he’d been expecting.

He lets out a sudden cry when he finally cums from all the stimulation, filling Y/N’s pussy with it and making her groan and let her head fall back on Armin’s pillows. The aforementioned blond goes limp, his vision hazy and his skin prickly with overstimulation and his hole clenching around Eren.

Eren’s grip on his hips tightens exponentially as he gets closer and closer to cumming, and he glances up to see the blissed out face of his girlfriend and the fucked out one of her little stepbrother, who Eren had known had had a life-long crush on them both. Eren almost felt bad for taking advantage of him like this, but what could he say? This was different than Y/N fucking Jean or him fucking Jean every weekend ( the horsefaced fucker was borderline obsessed with both of them and had crushes on them for ages anyway, and Eren could willingly admit that he was at least a little bit attractive, so Eren had been fine with it when Y/N had asked ), this was Armin — they’d only ever get to do this once, and now was the best time since Eren had proposed last weekend anyway, they’d be a married couple soon. While Eren enjoyed their romps outside of their relationship, he much preferred keeping to his own girlfriend for good rather than keeping them up.

With a pointed grunt sent his girlfriend’s way, he leans down close to her, pressing Armin almost flat so his lips can meet Y/N’s. Y/N and Eren kiss feverishly with a whimpering Armin tightly sandwiched between them, cum leaking from Y/N’s hole where Armin had cum, and more cum smears between their bodies when one extra brutal thrust pulls Armin’s sensitive cock from her depths to slap wetly against her stomach. The blond lets out a shaky sob as the cool air practically attacks his spent cock, and with a loud roar that’s muffled by Y/N’s mouth and several shakily whispers of, “I love you!” from Eren, the man cums hard, his seed flooding Armin’s ass and making the man whine at the feeling of sudden warmth filling his insides.

Eren’s pulling out not even a full thirty seconds after cumming, and he ignores the way his cock begins twinging with his own overstimulation; he wasn’t in a relationship with Armin, he was in a relationship with Y/N, so he had no reason to let the blond cockwarm him. That being said, he does fish the plug he’d brought with him out from his back jeans pocket and press into into Armin’s puffy, swollen red hole; he may not be keeping the blond full with his cock, but he’d be damned if the little smartass was going to waste the cum he’d pumped him full of.

Armin’s unconscious when Eren carefully ( though also carelessly ) pulls him off of Y/N, and he walks with her to Armin’s bathroom before sitting her on the toilet and carefully beginning to clean her up with a warm washcloth and gentle hands. Her own comb through it long, soft hair affectionately, and he smiles up at her with nothing short of pure love shining in his eyes. She smiles down back at him, and he finishes cleaning her up before walking her to the living room. They both glance into Armin’s bedroom to see that he’s still unconscious, and Eren kisses Y/N on the lips three times in quick succession while whispering, “I’m gonna go grab us something to eat — should I get him something too?”

“Yeah, he’ll be hungry,” she murmurs, letting him drape himself over her front like a big, limp bear. She could feel him tracing shapes across the expanse of her back, and could hear him mumble something, but she didn’t know what exactly. “Hmm?”

Eren shifts nervously. “Love you,” he says pointedly, and she smiles softly to herself. He always got this way when they had a fling, even when on the weekends when they slept with Jean; he always needed to let her know that she was his only love, almost as if he didn’t know that she knew already.

Regardless, his habits of repeating how he loved her and his sudden increase in clinginess never failed to make her smile.

“I know,” she whispers, running her hand up the length of his shoulders and neck so she can cup his face in one hand while bringing it down to gently ghost her lips across his. She presses their foreheads together, their noses pressing against one another as well, and says, “I love you too, Eren.”

As usual, he melts.

They stay like that for a while, simply basking in the feeling of holding each other, before he finally disentangles himself to get the food he’d mentioned several minutes before. Y/N busies herself with making a pot of coffee in the kitchen since Eren enjoyed drinking coffee with most meals, regardless of the time of day ( Mr. Ackerman had even bought a specialty coffee machine for the breakroom on Eren’s birthday two years ago just for him before telling the rest of staff they could have tea and that ‘the machine was Yeager’s’; the raven haired man had also turned a color similar to that of a strawberry when Y/N had kissed both of his cheeks fondly after watching Eren’s eyes light up excitedly, and his tall blond boyfriend had chuckled at the sight ).

As Y/N sips at Eren’s cup of coffee as she always did, Armin stumbles into the kitchen. By this time he’d slept for over an hour, and Y/N quietly wondered if he’d even noticed the blue plug that Eren had shoved up his ass or if he was still too sore to notice much of anything.

“Eren ran out to grab us all something to eat,” she explains before he even asks, “He knows well that people tend to get hungry after times like that.”

Armin blushes, rubs at his eyes, and nods before his eyes lock on Y/N’s hand and widen in shock. He swallows hard and fights back sudden tears that he’d not expected after waking up so pleasantly used like he’d dreamed about for years. The sparkling diamond ring on her finger seems to mock him, and he looks up at her questioningly.

Y/N sees the look on his face ( but not the look in his eyes ) and smiles over Eren’s mug of coffee. “He proposed last weekend when he took me on that picnic beneath our tree,” she says, looking down at the ring on her hand with warm eyes. “He says we’re gonna move to the inner ring for when he works in Paradis Memorial — he’s already put the downpayment on a house for us, two floors and a basement, three beds, and four baths. It has a big, big yard, and we’re gonna paint a pretty mailbox of our own; he’s even gotten some new furniture for us,” she sighs, her smile fond and her eyes dreamy. “This is it for us, Armin — me ‘nd Eren, we’re making it in the world together, just like we’ve always wanted.” And as Eren re-enters Armin’s apartment, Armin’s heart cracks — because if they were moving so far away and so up in the world so soon in the future, after all that had just happened, what time could they possibly ever have for him? Armin couldn’t possibly afford to follow his stepsister to the inner ring, there was no way, so he would just… be left behind? Even after what they’d done together?

Yes, that’s definitely what would happen, because looking at the two of them pressed so close to one another and clearly so in love, Armin refused to break that picture apart — just like he’d done for the past eight years.

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