#snk lemons

[chiemdapoet]

#eruhan #digital art #lemon #trend #aot #erwin smith #hange zoe #snk

[monachismanoch]

LEMON

#aot #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #porco galliard #snk #fanart #fan art #anime #jaw titan #lemon

[ackermonie]

like a hot dad

content: nsfw, long haired levi, breeding kink, daddy/mommy kink if u squint, dilf levi, post war canon

warnings: +18 content, mild manga spoilers, f!bodied reader.

wc: 1.5k~

tags: @motherfckerrr bc they commented ehe

a/n: i genuinely had no idea where this was going i just kept writing and somehow ended up with being h word for dilf long haired levi and idk how to take it back tysm

also pls reblog if u can!! i’m tryna gain back my old followers from my previous blog due to shadowban, so spreading the word could def help!! tysm either way<3

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do you think levi would grow his hair out post-war?

idk mahn but the vision of him with a short wolf-ish is really getting to me.

i feel like maybe he’d let it grow accidentally. with the healing process for his knee and the rest of his wounds i feel like he wouldn’t really care about his hair, and you’re totally in for it.

it’s a huge change. for years, you’re used to levi’s neat hair and infamous undercut, and you were 100% into it. but now as he finally lets you cut his hair for him instead of doing it himself, you kinda slowly fix it in a wolf cut and let it grow gradually.

you’d come up with excuses every time he asks you to cut his hair.

“i have so much to do around the house today, my love. maybe tomorrow?”

“oh, i’m on my period today. i can barely stand up.”

“oh! i forgot i have to go get stuff from the market! i’ll be meeting gabi and falco, i can’t be late, can i?”

once he gets frustrated with you, the raven silk was already down to his nape. it shaped his face beautifully, and once you caught him with a pair of scissors in the bathroom, your soul left your body.

“WAIT!” you dash to him, holding down the armed left hand. “you’re not left handed! you wanna ruin your hair??”

“shut up,” he rolls his eyes at you. “you’ve been putting me off for months. look how long it’s gotten!” he gestures with a hand to the mirror in front of you two. “i look hideous.”

you slip the scissors from his hands, and levi catches the little sly smile that slips on your face as you squeeze yourself between his body and the sink.

you watch the realization fall on his face while your hands slip in his hair.

“is this what i get for letting my guard down around you?”

“you look beautiful,” you tell him, love struck as you are, never missing the pink dust that rushes to his cheeks “everyone compliments you for it. you still wanna cut it off again?”

“i don’t give a shit about anyone else.” he grumbles and looks down between you both, leaning on his cane. “i don’t look representable.”

��you don’t have to look representable,” your tone lowers in sincerity. a thumb grazes the scar on the right side of his face. “you’re not a captain anymore, my love. you’re free to do whatever your heart pleases.”

he looks up at you, features blank, but you know well how your words are tossing and turning in his brain.

“besides,” your smile returns back to your face, and you pull him a little closer. “you look extremely hot.” a hand trails down to the hem of his shirt, your eyes following the movement, then you return your gaze back up to him. “like a hot dad.”

his eyebrows shoot up, playfulness making an appearance on the previous stoic features. “like a hot dad?”

“mmhm,” you affirm with a mock-nonchalant nod, and you slip away from him jjjuuust when he was about to pull you in. you look at him over your shoulder, mischief pure in your gaze. “i’ll go check on dinner for the guests coming tonight. feel free to join.”

only except that ten minutes later, the kitchen is completely empty and you two didn’t manage to make it past the living room. he was seated on the sofa, head throw back with his fucking hair framing his delicious expression like that, you swear you could cum untouched in your position between his legs as you get to work.

“like a hot dad, huh?” he mumbles, all breathless and shit once you were seated in his lap, his length stretching you perfectly. a hand reaches up to wipe away the remaining of his previous climax on the corner of your lips. you throw your head in the crook of his neck, the pleasure of your hips rolling skillfully against his hitting you bad. “you could’ve just asked, lovely. wanna make me a daddy?”

you manage a shaky nod when he begins to meet your hips halfway.

a hand trails up from your waist to garb your neck, squeezing deliciously as he pulls you away from his neck to take a good look at you. “words, my love.”

“yes,” you nod, eyes closed in bliss. one of your hands grab the wrist of the hand around your neck. “wan’ make y-you a…hhah… daddy.”

“fffuuck…” he groans out when you squeeze around him, letting himself gather enough strength before he throws you off of him and onto the sofa. when your thighs are squeezed together at the painful loss of contact, a palm falls on one of them, leaving a flushed mark in its wake.

“open wide, baby.” he grabs a hold of his cock while he holds the back of your opening thigh to keep the pair apart. the years upon years in the survey corps leave you as flexible as you can be, so when he presses your thigh back, your joints bend easily at his will. pumping himself a few times as he gazes at your glistening folds, another groan breaks out from deep in his chest.

“god, look at you.” he rolls his hips in, and you feel him slip through so pleasurably that you can’t hold back the loud whimper that escapes you.

because damn, how could you not from this view? this is a face of a determined, pussy-drunk man. sweat broke on his forehead, a few strands sticking to the skin while the rest of his hair falls around his face perfectly. you see a ting of pain on his features, and you scatter to try to change your position for a more comfortable one for him, but he is quickly pushing you back down to the couch, a hand falling to your lower abdomen.

the pressure he puts there makes you forget your own name, and it shows on the way your body shivers with bliss. his thrusts increase in velocity, the maddening roll of his hips against yours throwing you in a whole other dimension.

a hand reaches out to grab yours, and through the dizzying pleasure, you realize that levi is pressing your own hand to your abdomen underneath his.

“look how deep inside am i,” he grumbles, leaning down to press a kiss on your bouncing tits. you feel his length stroke in and out of you the more levi puts pressure on your hand. “taking me so well. always so well, baby.”

he takes control of your hand once more, feeling you squeeze familiarly around him, and he pushes your fingers through his hair. you yank on the strands immediately, pulling out a fucking growl out of the man as he leans down until your chests were touching, putting a bit of his body weight on you for support.

you latch onto him like a koala, the burn of your core muscles stretching as he pushes you in a mating press mixes well with your pleasure-high brain. levi kisses, licks, bites down on your neck to leave marks you’ll have trouble hiding later, but you don’t give a shit. you arch your neck more, letting out a long moan when he nips at a certain spot, the bliss turning you mad.

levi is breathless. his puffs of air fan your face when he brings his face on top of yours. a whimper escapes past his lips, his features twisted with pleasure uncontrollably, and you drown in the sounds he makes.

“wann’ make you a mommy too,” he mumbles, open lips landing on the corner of your lips. “wanna…hhah… fill you up. over,” he pauses, delivering an especially harsh thrust that you feel at your cervix. “and over again.”

“levi, i’m so—,”

your body begins to curl into him, eyes closing uncontrollably, and the poor man barely has any chance to ready himself for the way you tighten impossibly around him as you give him your first climax.

your body shivers and quivers, shaking as he overstimulates you chasing after his own pleasure. he leans back up, hands harshly grabbing your lips as he manages to pull you even deeper, and you tightness milk him.

it isn’t the first time he cums inside you, but this one sure hits different. after a few more thrusts that manage to abuse your cervix, levi stills stiffly with a strong groan, and you feel his warmth coat your walls .

he gives you a few more deep strokes as he leans down to kiss you deeply, making sure he fucks all his load deep enough.

his hips still once more, but you keep devouring his lips. weak moans are erupted from both of you as you two calm down gradually, before levi throws sway your attempts of calming down your still-raging arousal when he pulls away, leans up, and slowly pulls out of you.

and he watches the mixture of both your orgasams begin to pool out of you, and you watch as he takes two fingers to push everything back in. you shamelessly roll your hips against bis digits once more.

he looks up at you, fingers still engulfed, snd a smirk takes over his handsome features.

“one more time for good measures?”

#ackermonie writes #tw smut #levi ackerman #levi smut #aot x reader #aot smut #snk smut #snk manga #snk levi #levi x y/n #levi x you #levi x reader #post war levi #levi ackerman smut #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman x reader #aot lemon #attack on titan smut #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin

[levmada]

summary: You have an interesting gift in mind for Levi’s birthday—a game of sorts.

And that gift? You.

wc: 6.3k

content/warnings: switch(but mostly sub)!Levi, copious mommy kink, impact play (f!receiving), edging, toys (cock cage; cock ring; vibrator), begging, degradation+praise, modern!au, LEVI BIRTHDAY FIC, face-fucking, multiple orgasms, humping, rough sex, one use of ‘babyboy’, dry orgasm, brief subspace (m!receiving), panties as a gag, lingerie, dirty talk

a/n: this is one of the hottest fics i’ve written i think :) HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABYBOY LOML LIGHT OF MY DAYS.

Levi straddles your hips. With a whispered flutter, his meticulously pressed work shirt drops on the bed behind him.

As he eagerly crawls on top of you, you fold your hands behind your head, smiling girlishly. There's nothing special about Levi getting home from work today, except that his birthday is a week from now.

But that's exactly what's special about it.

"What're you smiling about?" he remarks.

You just keep smiling. Further, his brow puckers as you make no move to touch him—not even to lean up. When he goes down to kiss you, you return it only chastely.

Eyeing you, he kisses again and again, but you refuse to let him deepen it. That's not like you. He leans back, and palms through your panties. You're wet, but all he gets is you nibbling your lip.

He deadpans. "What do you think you're doing?"

That's the question you were waiting for—have been waiting for since this morning when you came up with this.

You lean up, and reverently kiss his forehead, then his lips. You can barely contain your excitement. "I have an idea for a birthday gift. One you'll like," you whisper.

A stranger on the street would care more about his birthday than Levi himself, and that's how you hooked him in. A mistake. He was a fool, in earnest, to agreeing to the game you made up. Between now and his birthday, you'd tease and edge him so that when the day came, he'd receive an incredible gift: you.

The condition? Obviously he was to be deprived of you. He'd soon realize he couldn't just not handle that, but after he agreed, you took out the cage. Flawless stainless steel traps his cock. It squeezes the bottom of his balls, so there's not a chance in hell he can get some relief at any time, let alone come. It's deceptively ornate, square cells just enough to let him receive the bare minimum of stimulation. A long silver line arcs down from his balls, and ends at an especially mocking opening at the tip.

He hates this fucking thing.

As soon as you looked up from between his legs, smiling in that devious way that never fails to strike the fear of god in him—frustration was already alive and rising in him. What he thought at first to be an interesting game that would make him appreciate his birthday more would be much more challenging than he thought.

No attention below the belt for the next week. No squeezes or stroking. You might as well be teenage lovebirds taking it steady.

Another reason he agreed was that he had confidence in his own self-discipline. He prided himself on it. A week without sex was going to be no big challenge—not even that painful.

The first night wasn't so bad. The next morning (six damn days to go), he found himself squirming and huffing from the innocent pressure of your backside pressed back against his pelvis. You were still asleep for fucks sakes.

His lips would gravitate towards your neck, his hands to your waist, or your soft tits that threatened to spill over your bra as you dressed for errands in the afternoon.

Little by little, he finds his self-control wilting.

So as it turns out, the man with the endless patience doesn't last three days before there's an incident. At every turn, you gently and coyly wiggled away from his advances with an encouraging reminder that he "only" had five more days to go.

That evening, Levi had been oddly avoidant after he got home from work—silent treatment and all. All you heard was a thanks for dinner before he padded upstairs, seemingly intent on making you cave.

But you watched him go with a placid smile, because he was the one getting edged, not you. Even though it wasn't nearly the same... you've kept yourself satisfied enough with a vibrator so far.

But you didn't like his attitude.

Not that you planned to be cruel. This was a gift after all—or it culminated in one. If he was so grouchy already... you ought to take pity on him.

In the depths of your bedroom, you took an extra minute in the bathroom to retrieve what you needed.

The flick of the lightswitch turning off, the whine of the bathroom door opening. You let it idle, and then crawled into bed, faced with Levi's back. He was practically hanging off the opposite side for maximum attitude.

"You're that mad at me?" you ask, faking offense. "No cuddles?"

As you thought, he's awake. His voice rings out solid and clear. "Too horny to let you have your way with me."

You gape at the phrasing, laughing soundlessly, and begin to squirm over. Your right hand is occupied, making it difficult. "Don't be like that. Say the word, and I'll free you... Tell me your gift isn't fun."

He peers at you over his shoulder with a petulant expression. He's pouting. "It's torture."

"For nooww..."

He turns back with a huff.

"I mean it. Maybe I've left you too high and dry," you acquiesce with a voice of silk, and drape yourself up against his back, like two spoons in a drawer. "You need a little attention, huh?"

Levi slowly relaxes in your arms as you speak. He feels himself caving in without hesitation. The idea of a touch to melt off some of the ache raging below. His dick has been interested since you creeped up behind him.

"You're still not allowed to come."

His stomach sinks, but the feeling the rubber head of something—the good vibrator—pressed against the front of his fluffy flannel pants makes that dread evaporate. You have him tensing all over again, mashing his cheek in the pillow, already horny. Horny enough to hump this thing whether you turn it on or not.

You stroke the length of his crotch with the dull head, but it isn't on. "Would this help?"

He pins his lip between his teeth and sinks back into your arms. He feels feverish all over. Will this get him anywhere? No. Would it help? "Yes," he whispers hotly. "Do it."

To his utter surprise, you cycle up to the higher vibrations right away. Gasping, he clings onto the pillow, tugging it to his face for some damn thing to hold onto while the thick vibrations coat his cock. It strains in the cramped cage, pulling a whine out of him. He grinds into it fitfully as you murmur and coo in his ear.

"Mm." His hips kick into the vibrations without his consent, making him swell more, making the ache seethe.

It's fucking evil.

You stroke the toy up and down his shaft under thick layers of fabric, probing his swollen, full balls, even. Little teasing jolts shoot up his cock.

"Is that better, baby?"

His eyes squeeze shut. He's willing to do or say anything to make you break after the silent treatment got him this far. A weak moan is punched from him as he says, "More, c'mon, just a little... lemme come, mommy... Fucking one time."

That name. That will work on you. It always works on you.

"That's cheating, sweetie."

That's not even an answer. Because he already knows what it's going to be.

Fuming, he whines miserably and pushes back into your arms as the vibrations swallow up his tip and circle rapidly—again, cut off through the fabric. Doesn't help that it was already wet, so now there's a bigger mess. Dammit, he'll need a shower.

"Fuck you."

"You know who whines and complains when they don't get their gifts before Christmas?" you ask lightly. "Dirty brats."

Fuck it. When his hand shoots down and tries to bury the head of the toy deeper between his thighs, you promptly wrench it away from his grasp and switch it off.

"Fucking. Dammit," he grunts. He squirms in vain, squeezing his thighs together has his heartbeat pounds in his fucking dick. That does nothing of course. The ache is fucking unbearable, but nothing's going to make it better until he gets this thing off, which is still days away.

He's weak. He swears. He has never once in his life looked forward to his birthday... until now.

You whisper sweet nothings as you peck his jaw and the shell of his ear until he gathers his breaths, and once again relaxes in your arms. This time in defeat.

He's not actually resenting you, he doesn't doubt that this will be a great gift or whatever mushy terms you put it in—and in fact, it is making him look forward to his birthday—but his cock doesn't care. He needs you now.

The hours creep into sunsets creep into one day, then two, closer to Christmas and his birthday. He abides by your shared routine as normal as normally as he possibly can when, majority of the time, he's burning and delirious. He needs to come whenever you so much as hug him when he gets home from work. He needs to come when you embrace him from behind. When you shower, he pictures himself invading the bathroom and pushing you to your knees.

He never realized before, but they're too short, the goodbye and hello kisses in general. Kisses at this point are all he has.

The 24th arrives, somehow, and somehow you roped him into watching a Christmas movie together—something from your childhood you both end up watching every year—cuddled up close on the sofa. He can barely focus, but he can't say no to the attention, even the bare minimum. A movie distracts him a little from his dizzying desire.

But then, you decide to play with him. For the past week, you've danced around teasing him—swinging your hips when you so much as you cross the kitchen to grab something he needs, sleeping in those skimpy pajama shorts despite it being the middle of winter... but Christmas Eve is different.

Behind him, you've been stroking his chest for the past fifteen minutes, occasionally catching on his hardened nipples. He fucking loves your hand. And your lips, pressing to his neck in random places when he doesn't know it's coming. He's as hard as a rock.

You do it again, and flick his nipple at the same time. He moans under his breath, craning his neck to give you a little more space, begging wordlessly. The thick outline made stiffer by the wretched cage is pitiful to the point of shame.

You peer over his shoulder.

"You're so hard..."

"Please..." he whispers, stretching the word out as you stroke the soft slopes of his chest. His cheeks feel hot. He rocks his hips rock fitfully, up into nothing. "Fucking loosen it or something."

You cradle his hot cheek lovingly, a touch he easily leans into, pinning your palm to the sofa underneath so you can't go away. "Don't want me to touch?"

"No! It's gonna be fuckin' worse, 'cause you're not gonna let me."

He presses his thighs together without thinking. He feels lost in you, an endless burning pool. Relief is nowhere to be found. If you don't touch him, though, he's pretty sure his dick will fall off.

You play with the idea of giving in now. There are about a dozen other things planned for his birthday—with and without friends—but you know now what's going to take priority. There's not a chance he's going to demand his gift any later than the moment he wakes up.

Hm.

"Stay here, m'kay?"

He's cautiously skeptical. "For what?"

"It's your birthday-eve, right?" You kiss him. "How about an early gift?"

Levi has a feeling this "gift" will be more for you than him. You're fucking with him. This is a joke.

He nods.

You wiggle out from behind him, and stand. Levi shamelessly stares at your ass as your form retreats.

Then you call over your shoulder, "Pants off, by the way."

He gets chills down his spine, squeezing his eyes shut against the heat that's replaced the blood in his veins. Hell. If you promised to let him come under the condition to lick your shoe and hump on it, he would. He would.

He shoves, then kicks down both his stretchy bottoms and briefs at the same time, causing him to sigh in both relief and frustration.

He can't help but glance at the debauched state he's in. It looks like the cage is barely containing his swollen cock, bulging against the steel, colored like an over-ripe strawberry. A pathetic amount of cum has welled up in the iron at the tip. He lifts his hips, and moans weakly.

He tilts his head back. Just staring kills him. He's so fucking trapped, he needs it, but at the same time, the knowledge that he's playing an active part in his gift—besides the fact that this gift will end in him finally coming his brains out—burns desire and satisfaction into him like a brand. You're his gift.

Ages later. He can't quit from nibbling on his lip with the return of the whispered sound of your socks against hardwood. A tiny thrill shoots through his stomach, which grows into a bird's feather brushing his insides as he spots the opaque ring fit for his cock. In stainless steel (just like the cage), it's intimidating. He inches his legs wider.

You smile knowingly, sweetly, even, and crawl on top of him, evenly straddling his wide thighs. your eyes rake the sight of his cock trapped in the tight steel.

You're staring. Involuntarily, he drapes his arm over his face, and waits.

"I'll take this off..." you trace one of the silver cells. "...And replace it with the ring instead. You've really turned into a little slut this week. You've been so pitiful, so miserable, huh."

"…Uh-huh."

"Are you a slut, Levi?"

He sinks his teeth into his arm. "Mhm. Your. Slut," he whispers.

"That's right."

He moans as your thumb flirts with the locking mechanism, and curls his toes. Tears involuntarily rise and sting his closed eyes.

"But you're more than that—you're the birthday boy. You're lucky I love you so much, hm?"

As the pressure starts to relent, and give little by little, he finds himself nodding like a bobblehead, breaths rushing in and out. "Uh-huh. I am I am..."

"Look at me, babyboy."

When you use that name, he has to. He pries his eyes open and peers up through his heavy lashes. At least you don't look totally ambivalent—your eyes are like pools of lust.

"You've been a good boy. Wanna fuck my thighs? For a little while?"

You ask like there's a chance he'll say no. His eyes widen comically. The way his cock chooses that moment to throb is disarming, fucking humiliating, but he doesn't wait to feel the shame.

Yes. Yes. Your warm, cushy thighs, hugging and rubbing on his dick. It's not your mouth and far from the squeeze of your pussy, but he'll take anything. Anything.

"Then don't move." Your hands float over to his raised hips. "Not the slightest twitch. If I hear a single sound, then you don't get anything."

He grinds his teeth into dust. With some effort, he forces his hips to lower and nods, nostrils flaring as he takes deep breaths and readies himself. Not a twitch, not a sound.

The metal dully clinks as you release him, and his slit oozes cum. He's freed.

A whine instantly builds in his chest, but he locks his throat and reels from the blunted surge of relief. He keeps his eyes shut. If he watches your hands flit around so close to his needy cock, a sound will escape for sure.

That almost happens anyway when your fingers brush his shaft. Then a new, chilling metal is worked down his cock. It tightens severely, squeezing his base and choking his heavy balls. As his toes curl, he bites his fist. The harsh wrinkle between his brows deepens.

"Not too tight?"

In two measured movements, he shakes his head.

No. But. He wants to break out of this position—shoot up and pin you down with your feet behind your head, tear off your panties and shove right in. He bets you're wet. He can already taste it. Soft silky pussy on him. All that fucking heat massaging, cradling, sucking in his fat, needy cock. That sounds like the birthday gift of a lifetime and what he needs right. Fucking—

Your hand comes down hard from the side, slapping his tip. A cry leaps up in his throat. He kills it at the last second, but to do it he has to throw his head back. It hurt so fucking good.

"That's no, mommy."

He shudders, sobbing dryly. "No, mommy."

"That's better." You soothe the tremors in his thighs with your hands. "But you still moved."

His stomach plummets into the abyss. He rips his elbow off his face and gawks at you. "What? That's not fucking fair."

"You needed to be disciplined. You moved. Your fault." You raise a brow. "A gift isn't good if it's badly wrapped, right? If I just let you get away with whatever you want, then..."

"I get it," he groans, and starts to squirm. "Off. You're evil."

You pin your lips between your teeth to stave off a smirk. "Evil enough not to watch the rest of the movie with me?"

Levi is nowhere near calm enough to be able to fall asleep and make tomorrow come faster. He grunts, sits up, and snatches his clothes off the floor.

He grumbles, "Cuddle. Now."

After the night before, it happens just as you predicted. You're not surprised at all that you wake up early to grey light penetrating the bedroom, and heavy breathing in your ear. He clings to your back, so you get every heavy inch pushed up against your backside.

"You already want your present?" you croon sleepily. He's humping feverishly and holding on tight, as if he's been at this for several minutes.

"Didn't sleep," he whispers, practically pinning you to his chest now that you're awake. His lips bury in your neck. "Every time I did, I just dreamed about fucking you."

Oh. You shudder against him, and curve your back so he has more to rub up against. "You dreamed about your birthday present."

His teeth sink in, nipping and kissing. "Ngh, mm-hm. I need you. S'that what you wanna hear? I even... made the gift better."

"Oh?" You're fully awake. "You didn't have to do that."

You reach behind and sink your fingers in his hair. To encourage him even more, slowly, you grind your ass back on his crotch, and feel your lower half throb as his breaths immediately starts to tremble.

He's close again... but he won't admit it. Really, he's been close for days.

"Mm. If you wanna see, then gimme my fucking gift."

He didn't even need to say it once.

You shuffle around in his arms, pressing him back, and Levi goes like putty in your hands. He spreads his legs wide, leaning up into your palm as it spreads over his chest, adorned in a wool sweater. You play with his nipples, and feel the hints of a coarse texture underneath, but it has to be sheer for his nipples to still poke through like this.

He begs you with his hazy eyes.

"Don't worry, I'm giving it to you." Placing a hand on his fiery cheek, a doting expression on your face, has him leaning into it. You'll miss that. Between his legs, next to nothing is left up to the imagination despite the plush pajama bottoms.

You lick your lips. "Is it your gift from last year?"

"Find out," he rasps, leaning his hips up.

Your chest lifts. You push down on the swollen bulge between his legs, feeling for the firmer outline of the ring. If it weren't for that he would've come just humping you in his sleep. Once or more. You hum.

But you don't idle, you skip the foreplay. It's finally his birthday, and Levi deserves his gift.

You shove his sweater up and over his toned abdomen. Nothing here besides the gorgeous view you know already. "Arms up."

He yanks it over his head just as fast, revealing skimpy, lacy, snow-white. A brazier hugs his big chest tight and shows shameless cleavage at the same time. His blushing nipples are just visible to your hungry eyes.

His arms lay above his head to give you the best view from where you're sitting, awaiting your reaction.

"Oh," leaves you in a big breath. "Oh, you're so beautiful." Your fingertips dance along the frills flared out at the shoulders. "You're gorgeous."

He turns flustered, flinches almost. His cheeks darken into the color of cherries. "There's more."

You shuffle down his body, and drop between his legs. Unlike all those other days, you don't bother hiding how wet you really are because of him, from the sight of him alone.

"Up."

He lifts his bottom up as his fists squeeze above his head. He could use his hands as freely as he wants, though—it must be ingrained in him now to submit to you. It's incredibly sweet.

As you peel off his sweatpants, hot ache rises in you.

Anticipation balloons in Levi's stomach.

The skirt—it's flawlessly stitched to look like a skirt—is really a frilly white thong to match the brazier. It only leave the tops of his thighs and hips to the imagination, and none of his cock. It looks ready to split the soft silk, added by the wet spot darkening the snowy white to a faint grey. He looks fucking delicious. Tiny bows even decorate the sides, beside his hips.

More syrupy warmth oozes into your panties. You're so captivated that down, even further, you miss the kneesocks at first. They're as thin and silky as his panties, and the same shade of snow. Ruffled frills and lace, stitched in shapes to look like flowers, decorate the tops of his knees. You trace the delicate design, and he inhales. As low as they ride, thick pale flesh still spills over the tops of them.

You fold his knees back to watch them wave in the air, the little pair of panties, his pretty cock and his shapely plump ass. You drink him all in, the full view of your precious husband already undone and whining shamelessly underneath for you to make him come.

To, "F-Fucking do something."

Oh, you're dying to, but you don't want to see him without that frilly little skirt. You tug down the waistband just enough to free his engorged cock, which slaps his navel with no preamble. A low moan of relief falls out of his open mouth.

He squirms. You feel a little pity for him. His hard-on looks painful by this point. Despite the ring, he's made a mess of himself so his cock seems to shine, and make him even more enticing. He's not just swollen, but his flushed cock and even redder tip is engorged above his fat balls. The black ring hugging the base looks extremely out of place.

Above, his brows are pinched, lips parted to show a tease of his pink tongue. "Mommy," he mumbles weakly.

You pin his hips with your knees—having long-since sensed his desperation—and scoop up his heavy balls in one hand. Pearls of cum have dribbled all the way down, leaving them easy to squeeze and massage.

"Fuck!" he gasps. His head tilts back as his hips immediately try to leap up, pinned in place by you. "Fuck fuck."

You snag the front of his panties and slowly tug back and forth, digging the fabric into his taint and asshole while working his balls.

"Can you handle it?"

"Gonna—!" Gasping, Levi blindly grabs for the pillow behind his head and makes useless attempts to close his bent legs and shy back from the overwhelming stimulation. "Agh, coming please please—"

His poor cock pulses before your eyes, but of course, he still can't get his release. Even by your expectations, he's so much more pent-up than you thought. Too much to give it all to him right away.

He can definitely come with the ring.

You take that route first so he isn't overwhelmed later. Either way, you plan to give him what he deserves.

"Shh..." you soothe, still rubbing using the crotch of his panties, and tugging on his balls. He continues to writhe. "I need to make you less sensitive first."

He groans. "Whose. Fucking. Fault is—"

"Look at me, birthday boy." You slide the panties down—or rather up—to his folded knees, until they dangle off his ankles. He looks like a slutty model fit for a Christmas porn magazine. You leave his rumpled panties alone, and rub his cock.

In the opposite way, he thrashes his head from side to side, whining eagerly. Is he even listening?

You pick up his chin. "Look at mommy."

A big gasp fills his chest as his hazy silver eyes, swimming in lust, focus on yours. Then fall into slits as you properly get your fist around him, and start off with steady, tight pumps.

"Agh need to—come..."

"Eyes stay on me. I wanna watch when I make you come. You wanna come for me, right? For mommy?"

A cry that hardly sounds like Levi bursts out of him. His jaw slackens, moaning what sounds like an affirmative as the slippery sounds get louder and more soaked.

His squirming starts to grow into thrashing. You pin him under more of your weight as toes in those kneesocks curl.

"You can do it with the ring—I know you can. Then you get my mouth on this pretty dick"—you push your thumb through his slit—"and then you can have my pussy."

"Fucking please! Ah. Ah..."

You push your thumb in his gaping mouth, not to pacify him, but to trap his tongue so nothing can be muffled, swallowed, or hidden in any way.

As if he's cognizant of his noises at all. Someone could hear him keening and crying from across the house right now. He humps and writhes in vain under your weight—at your mercy even now.

"Can'," he gasps, hindered by your thumb. "Off."

"No," you state firmly. "You're coming like this."

In the span of only a few minutes, his nonstop writhing stiffens. He cries out girlishly as a slew of dry waves surge through not just his cock and balls but his whole body—curled toes to his empty mind.

It's nothing and it kills him at the same time. His dry climax fuels the tight arch his back takes, then a thick gush of cum dribbling down his dick. More drool drivels down from either side of his open mouth, and drips down his chin.

You groan at the sight. "Good boy... I knew you could do it."

Levi moans heatedly. What are the words?—He just hears that honeyed praise in your voice.

The weight on his hips disappears, along with your thumb as you get into place between his legs. Your hand lands on that evil ring, causing his breath to tremble, then catch as your tongue darts out and licks his tip. "You can do anything you want with my mouth, remember?"

"Ah—uh-huh... P... Please..."

He seems in a whole other world, more than just dumb on the sex—but floating away. You don't want him to go into subspace when it's up to him to take what he wants. Adorable, but not your intentions.

"Stay with me, baby."

That's hard right now. He doesn't know what to do with his hands. His chin tilts back, revealing his bobbing adam's apple as you free his heavy cock. From that moment, he's inches from the edge again. If you just licked him again...

You kiss his lips, getting his hazy eyes to crack open. "This is your day—you can have any part of me you want, so you're in control now. Come back to me, baby."

Your voice, and your reassuring touches help ground him. Coming down from that floating place, he rasps, "Anything...?"

"Mm, I'm yours." You lean down, and kiss his silky lips. "I'm your gift."

A new sheen enters his eyes. He finally lowers his hands, and they fall on your shoulders, pushing your head down into the position from before. Your palms land evenly on the wide planes of his thighs.

"Suck," he whispers.

Your lips obediently close on his tip, suckling and lathing it in your tongue eagerly.

He reels. The soft soaked heat of your mouth effortlessly steals the thoughts from his mind and all sense of patience from his hips—what little he scrounged up after that weak climax.

"Need—" manages to escape him as his fingers make a fist in your hair, and he jerks, stuffing your throat in two thrusts. He feels your throat close on him, and he gasps, "S-Sorry."

You make a disapproving noise and recover quickly. A moment later you bear down even harder, hollowing your cheeks and nuzzling deep into the black curls at the base. You're his.

"Fffuck," he whines, humping shamelessly. His balls slap your chin. To go from nearly nothing to this tight sea of heat eviscerates any notion of an unneeded sorry.

He folds one of his socked legs back to get it deeper. Trying to match his movements becomes completely pointless in a flash. You brace yourself on the sheets outside his waist, and whine. His grip on your hair that he uses to hold you in place creates a sweet sting as he ruts, and then fucks a little deeper, using your mouth for a fucktoy. The blunt, slippery sounds are obscene.

Soon, he starts to ramble, "Fuck your mouth, love your pretty fuckin' mouth I need to come—s'gonna make me come"

Drool pools at the sides of your mouth as he rapidly slides over your tongue. You flare your nostrils to do the bare minimum to breathe—you devote more of your energy to being a hole.

Under a minute. His wide thighs draw tense like iron. He gasps, calls out your name, and dissolves into violent shivers when he comes. Hips snap with reckless abandon as he drains his balls down your throat. You swallow fitfully, and mewl.

Hot tears paint your cheeks that you rapidly blink away as his needy thrusts slow to needy rocking. He doesn't go soft.

When he's trembling, but still, you pull off coughing, still swallowing. A few drops ooze down your chin, besides the drool. You swipe your arm across your mouth.

But it's worth it. It was worth it before he did it. And the way he gazes up now, longing and more than a little wrecked makes it more so.

He sits up on his hands, seizes you at the sides and easily manhandles you until you find yourself shoved and bent in a tight kneel, ass in the air. With a hard grunt, you go down and arch your back. Somehow through all of that, you kept your tank-top and sweatpants.

"Get this fucking shit off," he growls.

"Take it—"

In one rough tug, he rips down your pants. He doesn't bother to take them off—just enough to expose your cunt. You suck in a breath as he spreads your lips, and the cool air touches your glistening pussy.

It's just begging for something to be stuffed inside it. He slides three through your slit, and sinks them inside with ease, making you croon. As soon as they're in, and thrusting in quick sloppy motions, you get tight.

He wanted to make sure—and this. Out again, he stretches his fingers apart, webbed with cum, and licks them clean as he mounts you.

"Fuck me," you moan.

"Shut up."

You shut up.

He spreads your lips and guides his cock through your soaked slit, groaning roughly along with your gasp. He could come just from this, pressing on your folds, getting him soaked in your cum.

"You ready?" he asks.

Levi shoves inside, filling your cunt to the brim in one swift thrust—you barely get the chance to cry out, gaping. Suddenly you're full. Firm balls clap against your ass.

He moans from the bottom of his chest as your tight heat clamps down on him. He missed it, so he grinds in deep, savoring it, and giving you a moment to adjust.

Only a moment. Finally, he gets to fuck. He rams in at a rapid, ruthless pace from the start, deep, so you get to feel it all in a flurry of thrusts from his tip to his fat balls rapidly clapping against your lips. It's loud—almost as loud as you.

"Fuck! Yeah just like—"

"S'my birthday," he moans. His thrusts drag.

Then he lurches forward on the next inward thrust, and pretty white lace is shoved past your lips, stuffing it. He plants your head down. "Toys don't talk."

You whine, throaty and high, and submit. His panties were wet before, but they get soaked quick. You suckle, tasting peaky salt and coarse lace.

His fucking resumes harder than ever. He pins your hips in place. The soaked slapping sounds are loud even over his panting, and you can't help but cry out.

More than fucking you, he uses you. Uses you up for all the last week has been worth.

You purposefully clench down on him, like a massage. You want to make this even better for him, and you reap the reward of hearing him moan, breathy and full.

He bears down harder than ever, ramming in, then dragging out, taking his time. To the tip, to fill you up all over again. He loves watching your cunt almost as much as he loves fucking it. It's puffy, and full of him. When he pulls out, his thick shaft is slathered in it.

"Shit. Your cunt's fucking mine." The hand not pinning your hip comes down on your pussy with a wet slap. You arch your back, and wail, managing to nod.

You got tighter. He whines, and his hand comes down again, his jaw falling slack as your silky cunt squeezes deliciously tight. "Yeah."

His pace resumes as his hand fumbles for your tanktop and yanks, causing your tits to spill out. He scoops one up in his palm and squeezes with abandon, as if staking claim. "I'm gonna fuckin' come in it, then it's really gonna be mine."

A shiver shakes your whole body. Tears ooze down your cheeks as your arch your back. All fucking his, not just today, but especially.

His cock pistons inside at a blinding pace—his hips can barely keep up with his rising climax—before his balls give a deep throb, and he stills. His thighs lock outside your hips as he gasps. He's stranded at the highest peak before the first wave takes him under. "Coming."

You bite down on the lace. As liquid heat shoots inside, you moan with the feeling, head swimming. He never held back—and especially not now that he pumps his cum deep inside you. He moans so sweetly.

With the dying throbs, he braces himself with his hand gnarled in your hair. Delightful shivers shake through him. As they recede, he grinds deep inside in weak rolls.

In the aftermath, he pants harshly, and taps your chin. The soggy panties sag from your mouth. His cock, completely soft, slides out.

You catch a look at his face. His flustered cheeks and the sheen of sweat on his forehead are the picture of fucked-out. It could be a trick of the light, but his heavy silver eyes gleam almost. One side of the frilly brazier sags hafway down his shoulder.

He asks, "You alright after that?"

You nod with a gravely hum. Fleetingly, he affectionately scratches your scalp and leans back. He's satisfied to see your pussy oozing him.

Very satisfied. He falls down next to you on his back, and tugs at you to follow.

You groan, and collapse, resting your head on his chest. You're still horny, but that can come later... if he wants you to.

He's unmoving, except for his chest rising and falling quickly. Slowly, you both recover and catch your breath.

You smile wearily, and reach over, carding his damp bangs off his face. You fucked the life out of him. "Did you like your gift?"

He turns his head for more. "Water wet?"

"Mm... Not technically."

He deadpans, and drags you into his arms, practically purring under your touch. This is one of those rare instances that he looks ready to doze off right after. Considering you kept him pent up for a week straight... and the way he stepped into subspace for a minute there, you're not surprised.

"You can nap for a little while. It's still early."

"Mm. Mhm. Maybe." Finally, his eyes crack open. "Kiss."

Beaming, you lean down and do just that, the press gentle, but deep. One that says, I love you.

His lips capture yours in kind, but sluggishly. You want to run a bath for him a little later—although he's tired now, you're in for an especially grumpy Levi when he wakes up if you don't—but for now, you murmur against his lips, "Happy birthday, angel."

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[levilaughlove]

❝𝐒𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩❞

w;c : 1k+ (fuuccc)

warning: bottom!m!reader || toxic reader? || levi being butthurt || monster fucking || nsfw || minors dni || male bod reader || reader is a slut || oops, made him cry || Modern AU || heavy lemon - I gave Levi a height boost. He is 8 inches taller than reader. ily lol || x Erwin??? brat taming??

You are a very attractive man. Like, get anyone you wanted type of a man. You had an attractive body and a haircut/style that just fit you so well.

You also are very observant. You work at a high class modeling agency and you are one of the world's top paid male models. You are first and someone you work with often is 2nd.

"Good-morning Levi." You said with a smile. "Good-morning, M/n." Levi said avoiding your gaze, tips of his ears red. Noticing this you smirk to yourself.

"Um, Pat needs emergency green screen photo's from you so you should go see him." Levi mentioned still looking away. "Alright talk soon." You said flirty under the cut and walked away. You heard Levi sigh relieved just before the voices in the room slowly faded.

"Pat. You needed me?" You ask, peeking your head into the equipment room. "Yes! I did, we are lacking in photos from you heavily and the people...as bad as it sounds.. aren't that interested in seeing the other models as much as you.

That high-key gave you a power boost but you wouldn't say that out loud. "So, we've prepared some quick outfits from Prada and Balenciaga. Try em' all on. We got work to do." Pat says enthusiastically. You sigh. It's gonna be a long day.

Many hours later, you're finally finished with you photo-shoot and you're heading out to the indoor parking lot. "M/n!" A woman's voice echos through the lot. You turn to see a blonde woman with blue eyes. "Krista!" You smile. "Hey hey! How are you?---Scratch that there is bigger things to talk about." Krista says joyfull. "Well, get to it." You say impatient. "Erwin is hosting a colleague party for the huge skyrocket in revenue. You're our top paid model. You HAVE to be there!" She smiled widely, clearly excited. "I mean how could I say no?" You smile slightly.

"When is it held?" "Tomorrow night at 11:00pm." "Alright, i'll definitely be there." "See you."

The night ended on a good note. You had takeout for dinner, had a h or c shower then went to bed. The next day wasn't very eventful, you went to a couple fashion shows like normal, then shopped online most of the day.

Soon came Erwin's revenue party, you had a very eye catching outfit. (you can choose) You took an uber as you planned on having a couple drinks. You finally arrived at Erwin's penthouse and you knocked. "Hey M/n. Good to see you." You low-key had the hots for Erwin. He was very handsome and slightly reserved. "I was hoping you'd come." He smiled.

"It's your party. I'd never miss it. " Your eyes darkening. Erwin let you in and you were greeted by many colleagues. You felt an intense gaze and soon realized it was Levi. When you noticed him, he looked away embarrassed. You knew exactly what you'd do.

You walked over to Levi, drink in hand. "Hey. You didn't say hi to me." You say with a fake sad tone. "Yeah, sorry. I just-." He stopped. "Hmm?" "I don't know. Can I get you another drink to make it up?" Levi offered. "Sure. Then I can show you something." Levi had a curious look on his face but didn't ask any questions.

"What can I get you?" A woman with short brown hair asked. "Um, 2 Lemon-drop tequilas. Extra tequilla please." Levi requested. You stared at him with lust which Levi noticed many times. "Be right up!"

You start a normal convo with Levi at one of the tables in the penthouse. "M/n!" Marco called from the pool table. "Wanna play?"

You look over at Levi who looks a bit bummed at the sudden end of the convo. That secretly made you want to press it more. You look back over to the pool table. Erwin giving pleading eyes and you give in. "Sorry Levi, talk soon?" "Sure.."

You knew you were an asshole. Not that you cared however. You walked over to the pool table. Those around you began to chant "Illegal shot, Illegal shot, Illegal shot!" You were focused but a bit tipsy. You made the shot anyway. Everyone around the room cheered.

You can see Levi staring in your peripheral view. You took this as an opportunity to stir some more shit up. You look at Erwin and tell him to follow you. Erwin knowing where this is going, takes your hand as you lead him to another side of the penthouse.

Levi begins to shift around the room unsubconsciously following you. When you see nobody is around beside Erwin and Levi who is around the corner, you bring erwin into a heated kiss and begin to grope his cock. Erwin groans deeply and lifts behind your knees so now his manhood is pressing against yours. He begins to dry hump and you bury you head in his neck. You meet eyes with Levi and grin.

Just to overstep, "Erwin, I want it.." "Want what, doll?" Erwin acts oblivious. "Your dick, daddy." You say all this while look at Levi dead in the eyes. The man looks like he could cry. He disappears into the corner and Erwin brings you into the room of the door you were making out on.

You get pounded by Erwin for the next 30 minutes. You couldn't lie and say it wasn't a bit hard to take. You were sore but made your way back to the party. You saw Levi sitting alone at the "bar" and decided to "spill your drink" on him. You made it look realistic too, impressive.

"Shit sorry 'Vi." You say, definitely not just drunk on tequila. "It's fine." Levi avoids eye contact. "Here, lemme.." You say lowly as you attempt to rup the alcohol away with your bare hands. You look up at Levi and he has a certain look in his eyes.

"Maybe you can help me wash it out." Levi says, hinting at something. "Hic- of coursee.." You say, stumbling past people while holding Levi's hand. "Here's the hic- bathroom." You open the door with your back. As soon as you get inside, Levi slams the door shut and holds your waist from behind. His other hand around your neck. "Why're you fucking with me?" He ask in your ear.

"What do you mean, Vi'?" You say sarcastically. "I got something for you.." Levi roughly shoves you onto the bathroom counter. Pulling off your pants and boxers. You knew where this was going which is why you fueled the fire all night. Without warning, Levi shoves himself deep into your ass fully bottoming out. You were stretched out because of your exercise sesh with Erwin. So, it was easy.

That fact pissed Levi off even more. Having to relive seeing the man he liked with a close colleague. Levi took both your hands by the wrists and held them behind you with one hand. The other hand around your neck.

"Gnn..Vi'----" "Shut the fuck up." And with that, he began pounding and rutting his body violently against you. His dick and your ass making a loud slosh and fapping noise. You completely rested your body so you could feel the pounding in your stomach.

Levi gave you no room to move. Asserting dominance over you. You were so well, your ass began to drip on the floor. Groaning and moaning filling the room along with the aggressive shifting of Levi, practically tossing you around.

As Levi pulled his hips in and out with liquids connecting his pelvis and your ass, you came. You came so hard with a loud groan, cum all over the sink mixed with drool. Levi didn't' stop though.

He rammed you through your whole orgasm, not giving you a chance to scream, my coving your mouth. He found your prostate and rammed harder. He began to hear a voice beyond the door and heard Erwins. He slams your body against the door, purposly being louder.

Releasing his hand from your mouth. "--Gkh--!!Levi pleas..e!" You cries, choked up. Erwin stopped and pressed his ear against the door.

Levi rutted more then deep thrusted penetrating your g spot. You came again then began cumming after every thrust. You eyes rolling back, mouth agape, drooling, face flush and hot. Levi loved seeing you like this. All to him. He was being mean on purpose.

He didn't stop for 3 hours straight, only rammed hard, the door pounding along, hitting your cock, now in pain but pleasure, cum all over.

Yeah, it was a long night.

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[chuuyaandreaderkilldazai]

characters as things family + friends have said

erwin: what is in your heart? naughty words?

levi: yeah, honestly.

erwin: well, it should be jesus.

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[abz8]

I can’t get my mind off of Captain Levi who has photogenic memory and immaculate observational drawing skills. He can paint, draw, or sketch anything but refuses to tell anyone but you.

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There just had to be one full mooned night that he called you to his building at 9:43 pm to discuss… “new protocol”. Confused, you left out from your quarters to meet his request and couldn’t help but be a little excited from the oddity of it.

You knock.

Levi: “Come in.” Voice just as stern as daylight hours.

You just knew something from your wildest dreams was going to happen. You just knew.

Soon enough, you’re on his desk…legs spread wide as he’s sitting in between you, focus switching between your flower… and his sketchbook. He looks you in your eyes from time to time as the hour of his pencil scratches fill the silence in the air.

Y/N: “Can I see it now? You’re driving me crazy captain”, you gasp as his face gets slightly closer to where you want it.

Levi: “Does patience ever find its way to you? I’m almost done…and keep your voice down”, he whispers against you.

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Every single curve, line, and fold of your pvssy matched perfectly with what he displayed on that paper. Identical. Unbeknownst to you, he decided to add color to it after a week of you being away, which he delivered to you the night of your return.

Quickly, the tan envelope slid underneath your door as you prepared for bed.

You could not fathom how he remembered your vivid colors from your nether regions as you stared at your pvssy portrait in awe.

He even had the nerve to sign it.

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[laphixsoka]

Follow “your” dreams.

Eren x fem reader

CW: Smut, mentions of pills, fluff, unprotected sex.

{A/N: I’m working on another piece that I really want to be top notch, so I’m posting a small piece I had in my drafts.}

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ -

Pill bottles stood in groups over Eren’s text book as he studied. His only source of light was the small desk lamp that loomed over him. His eyes where tired and dull, and his hair was a mess.

Armin gently knocked on the door. He held a small tray with soup and some water. It was an understatement to say he was worried.

“Come in.” Eren said as he continued to study.

“I brought you some food! You haven’t came out your room all day.” Armin said his concern seeping out.

“Thanks put it over there.” He pointed without looking at his book. “Y/N came over she bought you this soup.” Eren’s eyes shot open and he grabbed his phone.

It was most definitely the night of your date, he was so caught up in his medical exam he forgot about you.

He imagined you all dressed up navigating the streets alone. Tears in your eyes as you walked.

Eren got up grabbing his jacket.

“Eren-.”

“I got to talk to her- I forgot about her.” Eren snatched his Keys and jetted out the front door.

———

You sat in your living room, some soothing pads rested on the heels of your feet, and a glass of wine in your hand.

You where still sad about Eren, but you knew how much he studied it was only a matter of time. You’d been too lucky these pass months.

In your free hand you had your tv remote looking through your streaming services. Maybe a romcom would cheer your up.

When you finally decided on what to watch you clicked on it. Then you heard frantic knocking at your door.

You got up and walked to the door, looking through the peep hole you saw Eren. He stood there with some take out, and you almost broke the door opening it.

“Hey Eren what are you doing here, isn’t your exam tomorrow.” You tried to grab a bag but he didn’t let you.

He walked in passed you and went to your kitchen. You followed behind, but you could only go so fast. Once you got there you sat on the island. Letting Eren be in his own little world.

You watched as he got out the food. His tired eyes frantic and all over the place. It was so pitiful you got up before you could get comfortable.

“Ren baby you’re going to let your dad drive you to your early grave.” You stopped him from playing some of the food, and held his face.

Your eyes met his eyes getting steady.

“I’m sorry.” His voice was weak breaking almost. He leaned into your touch like a lost child, right now he needed you. No words where needed in that moment, just you being there.

You could see all his weakness come to the surface, this usual hard exterior he held was gone. You pulled him into your lips. Kissing on the middle of the kitchen, Eren’s hands found themselves in a familiar place. Squeezing on your ass as he made the kiss more passionate.

You felt very desire, every fear, every regret. This fueled you to Kiss deeper harder, and in the midst of this your wrapped your legs around his mad he held you. This point he had you up on the counter your shirt sliding off your shoulders.

You both needing air but unwilling to let go, your kiss was a mess frantic sloppy at best. You let go taking in heavy breaths. This time Eren held your face, he smiled looking deeply into your eyes. You where drunk from the kiss.

He knelt down before you as if you where a queen, he noticed the patches on the heel of your feet, and he kissed it was his hands traveled to the top of your pants.

He made it a point to keep his eyes on you. You watched him as you hands held you up on the counter. His eyes showed a mix of tiredness and hunger.

A strange mix but on Eren it was lethal. His hands stayed at the top of your pants, like to tease you. It worked cause him just looking at you bucking your hips slightly.

After a few minutes he could take no more, you pants came off and he didn’t wait. He split you open instantly putting his tongue on his dessert.

You held onto his head with one hand the other held you up still. Your head flew back as you moaned out and called to him encouraging him. He ate every piece he could get his mouth onto, your thighs squeezing lightly against his head.

He would take small glances up to you, it was almost like heaven. The faces you made where like complete works of art, Angelica almost. He adored you and moments like this made his admiration shine. He didn’t want no one else seeing you like this.

Then all of a sudden you ripped his head away. “Give me it Eren now!” Your voice failing to be demanding and more whining. He picked you up and took you to the couch.

“That’s my shirt!” Eren had a moment of relaxation on what you had on.

“And?” You took it off throwing it across the room. He followed taking his shirt off, showing his built frame. Working out was his small deviation from his father, and he took pride in his body and shape.

You put your hands on his chest as he pulled his pants down a bit low. His boxers followed as well giving you a little sample on how he felt tonight.

He leaned down as you lightly held his waist. “Babe~.” Your voice was like a whisp, as you two began to kiss again. Your words were lost into his mouth, he began to grind in between your legs and you reciprocated. Holding each other in this deep dance of entanglement.

Your hands found their way to his hair, and accidentally pulled his hair out of its loose bun. His hair came flying down around you his face was in full focus and the heat grew. He was so caught up in just feeling you all over.

You took this chance to feed yourself, and you pulled his pants down him grinding helped you out. Once you were as far as you could get it, you lightly grabbed his dick. You started to sloppily pump him, his groans turned into moans his face was covered by his hair draping over his face, and would fly up when he started yo catch his breath. You watched as his chest glistened a bit, the way his shoulders would go up and down. God why did he get up over you.

He took your hand away and grabbed his extra tie, quickly tying his hair back once more. You could see how hazed over he was, his green eyes shined for a spilt second it was unnaturally. He began to line himself up rubbing himself past your lips, hitting the entrance.

It had you at the edge, you subconsciously tired to put yourself on. But he controlled you in one hand.

“Wait fuck~.” He said enjoying just rubbing himself against you. To you this was teasing but actually this a savoring. He was getting every last bite of you before he went back into his hole. He’d been so pent up just fapping to photos and videos of you, he missed the real thing.

The feeling the desire, the vulnerability, and especially the love.

God he fucking loved you.

He started to enter and he could hear you already moaning, he knew you missed him but not this much. He picked up your legs and held onto your thighs, your ankles touching his cheek. He let you get used to him, but after a minute he couldn’t wait any more seconds.

Instantly pumping into you, you couldn’t even sniffle your calls, and he was officially gone his build up taking over. He could feel the shakiness of your hands on his chest. The only thing keeping him from stopping was you.

“Don’t stop Eren please it’s so good.” He could see your whole body shaking and your back arching. His grip on your thighs tightened as he was reaching deeper. Your reach on his lower chest was going away so he placed your hand where he was pounding. You could feel his length and how deep he was. It was mind numbingly good, your eyes flickering and your eyebrows furrowing.

He knew where to go and you both forgot how good it felt. He pulled your hand away from your chest and he held it next to your head. Your hands where intertwined as he went forward and kissed you, as he pumped his last few minutes out. The kisses where all over the pace as his pumps got sloppier. You started to unravel moaning over and over again. As the cream from the base of his dick started to mix with your squirt.

He watched you closely for a few more seconds, and he then got up and took both of your wrist and held them down. Pulling you down to his dick while he still pumped. Your tits bounced relentlessly the sight was far from Eren’s mind. His head was thrown back and his eyes were closed.

He was there at his climax, he tired to pull out but your trapped him in. Cumming inside of you and he kept fucking you lightly, mixing everything together.

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In the bath your rested against his chest to ur legs where weak, and you where tired. Eren on the other hand washed you as you rested in the warm tub. His big hands softly caressing you sent a wave of comfort.

You hummed in content, feeling his loving touch as you rubbed a hand on one of his thighs you where in between.

“Can you bathe me every day?” You said looking up to him as you laid your head back. He couldn’t do nothing but chuckle.

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He got out from the tub first to help you get out, carrying you to the bedroom. He picked out some more clothes for you and searching for a pair of his boxers you stole.

“Can you get those relief strips, before you come back?” You quickly said as he turned to you. Walking to you you saw him read the directions. Then you looked down enjoying the view of his abs, and the towel that wrapped around his waist.

You looked back up when he got close. He finished reading and looked at you. He put everything to the the side and dressed you, once he was done he knelt down. He started up a small conversation as he treated your foot.

He took in the sound of your laughs, the little sighs you did after catching small bits of breath. Or when he looked up and you where putting one of his old sweatshirts on.

When he got back up you threw the boxers at him. The boxers flopped from his chest into his hands, as he unraveled his towel to put them on you kept eye contact with him. Not wanting to look down, he smiled as he was putting on his one article of clothing.

“Sir you could of did that in the bathroom.” You had a goofy grin and laugh to go with it too. He just rolled his eyes playfully, as he moved onto helping you put on your underwear.

“I can put on my own underwear on!” You softly hit him in the head. He just continued ignoring your playful hits.

Once he was done he got up and picked you up, then threw you back into the bed. It was like all the strength magically came back into your leg, and you started throwing pillows, and jumping around the bed dodging the pillows he would throw back.

“Throw me again bitch!!!” You started throwing two at a time. Until Eren got on the bed and pulled you down on the top of his chest. Trapping you with his arms.

You still laughed for a few more minutes, before you started to stare back at him. He followed it up with a kiss on your forehead.

“Thank you for tonight.” His voice now soothingly soft.

“Im glad you had fun.” You laid against his chest hearing his heartbeat, it was slow and heavy with his breathing that could be heard in between.

“Next time I’m just gonna snatch you away from your books.” You said snuggling into him as his grip turned into one hand tracing over your waist.

“That sounds good.” He kissed the tip of your ear as you began to doze off.

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{ A/N: I hope I can finish the peice by next week or Friday! Love you all I hope you liked this!}

#eren yeager x y/n #fanfiction #eren smut #eren yeager #eren yeager x reader #x reader #smut #aot smut #attack on titan smut #eren jeager #aot fluff #snk smut #snk fluff #eren snk #eren aot #y/n #eren fluff #eren fanfiction #lemon #aot lemon

[mitsuributmexican]

Sub Armin HCs/Imagine

Ahh yes, perhaps one of the most peggable anime men I’ve come across.

When you guys do it for the first time, he’s a bit taken aback when you grab a strap on from a drawer in your nightstand. “You wanna put that w-where?” he asks. Armin has never been pegged before, but he’s clearly not opposed to it as he’s already stripped himself and is ass-up on the bed for you to start pounding him. After you two finish, all that’s on his mind is wanting to do it again and how good it felt. <3

Sub Armin who bites his lip and sucks and licks your fingers to try to be as quiet as he can while you fuck him only for you to slap his ass or take your fingers out his mouth, leaving it open and making him moan. 

Sub Armin who secretly wants you to step on him and call him a whore but he’s too embarrassed to say so.

Sub Armin who wants to be fucked absolutely stupid to the point where he doesn’t know his own name, all he knows is that he’s your cumslut and the sheets are soaked with his tears, drool and cum.

Sub Armin who would tie himself up for you so you can have your way with him. 

Sub Armin who looks so cute when you plow into him because tears are pricking at his eyes and his tongue is lolled out. 

Sub Armin who clings onto the sheets when he’s being fucked.

Sub Armin who loves it when you make him wear skirts.

Sub Armin who only teases when he’s in a bad mood or if he’s feeling bratty and wants to be punished. When he does tease you though, he does it in the most subtle ways such as bending down to pick something up so his ass is right near you, or licking a popsicle in a really suggestive way (as shown in that picture).

Sub Armin who puts on the most innocent doe eyes and most innocent voice when you tell him that you know he’s trying to tease you. 

“What do you mean I’m teasing you?” he asks as he slides a popsicle in between those pretty pink lips of his and then pulls it out. “Armin you know what you’re doing and how it looks.” you say to him. “Mommy I promise I’m not teasing.” he says, licking a stripe across the popsicle and then pulling away, breaking the string of saliva that was connected to his lips. “Alright then, if you say so.” you tell him, walking to your room to grab your strap on. 

When you get back you tell Armin to take off his pants and underwear, Armin having an idea of what’s gonna happen. You sit down on the couch and tell Armin to sit on your cock as punishment for teasing. After Armin gets adjusted to your cock, he begins trying to bounce on it only for you to grab his hips and stop him.  “If you wanna bounce on my cock, you have to finish your treat first.” you say into Armin’s ear. Armin lets out a whine before saying “okay” and sitting still while finishing his popsicle. 

This wouldn’t have been so hard for him had you not occasionally bounced your leg and whispered little praises inside his ear. When he’s finally done, he turns his head to look at you, his face beet red. “Mommy I finished my treat, can I...?” Armin asks then pauses. “Can you what?” you ask him, knowing fully well what he wants but wanting to fluster him. “Y-you know..” Armin stutters out.

“I don’t know, Armin.  Can you speak up and tell me what you want?” you say to him, in a sweet voice that was impossible for Armin to resist. “Can I start bouncing on your cock, mommy?” Armin whispered. “What was that sweetheart? I didn’t hear you. Speak a little louder.~” you tell him. Armin whimpers before gulping and repeating his question in a louder voice. “Mommy, can I please bounce on your cock now that I finished my treat?” he asks, little tears pricking at the corners of his eyes from embarrassment. 

“Of course you can, Armin. You’ve earned it.” you say to him. Armin immediately begins bouncing on your cock, his cute moans and wet slapping noises immediately filling the room.

 Perhaps he’d tease you more often. 

#sub armin #armin #arlert #armin arlert #armin x reader #armin smut #aot #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #snk #aot smut #snk smut #smut #lemon #tumblr #mod mitsuri #mod mitsuri writes

[teenandbeyond]

Levi Ackerman x Dom. Fem Reader

So, this is the Female Ver I mentioned, like, a year ago. Here it is.

For those of you that haven't seen the male version and you're interested in pt 1, here!

I'm off to the hole of cringe, I will cringe until I'm proven this isn't.

🕳🚴🏽‍♀️

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⚔If They Saw You Now⚔ (AOT or SNK)

Warning(s): Subby Levi, dom fem reader (but anatomy hardly mentioned), edging, no editing (remember because I'm cringing in embarrassment? lol)

Who would've thought humanity's strongest soldier was weakest beneath you?

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Levi Ackerman.

Humanity’s strongest solider.

Laying on his bed, helpless.

“What would they think if they saw you now, Le-vi? Hm?”

He gives a pitiful growl, muffled by his cravat.

And you simply wave off the glare he gives you, it was so cute.

He didn’t seem genuinely pissed off anyway, the growing flush on his face proved otherwise.

“How precious, humanity’s strongest, rutting into me like a hormonal little boy. So desperate, so weak.”

His lashes fluttered when your tongue trailed over his chest, latching on a sensitive bud.

“I bet you wish you could touch me, hm? Not until I say so, pretty boy.”

He couldn’t break from his restraints without permission, or he would get punished.

A long, muffled groan, met your ears. A delightful sound.

He really wished you’d take that damned dress off already, it wasn’t fair at all, he was down to almost nothing while you weren’t even close.

And that mouth, you were even more skilled with it than he was killing titans.

He held his breath as you unlaced his undergarment, slow and teasing.

His exhale was one of relief when he was finally free.

“Well, someone’s eager…I guess when you know what’s coming…”

You and Levi had been doing this for a while.

Just when he was getting tired of the sexual frustration, he met you.

You were charming, flirtatious, yet one of the most real people he’s met.

And one day, it was really going somewhere.

This was new to him, so for once, he relinquished control…

Well, more than once, but he hadn’t known that then.

You started with a little peck, before engulfing him.

He tossed his head back with a little whimper, brows starting to do that cute little furrow you like.

How badly he wanted to grip your hair, to beg you to go faster and not torture him with this slow pace.

“Mhmn…”

“Not so loud, you don’t want a cadet at your door, do you?” you chuckled at a twitch, “Or maybe you do?”

Before he could scowl at you, you returned to your job at the moment, faster than before.

As he shuddered, his chest jumped. Whines and whimpers obstructed by his precious cravat.

Please, please. Can he?

“You can take it off, now.”

He thrust his arms forward, breaking free of restraints, tossing his cravat aside, he hurried to take off your dress.

“Slow down, you’re stronger than you look, you might—”

*RIIIP*

He froze at his fatal mistake.

“Levi…what did I tell you last time?”

“Sorry…”

“Hm. I’ll deal with that later, for now, service me,” you lean back on your hands, your chest puffed out to him.

Quickly his tugged at your thighs, pulling you closer.

His eyes were cloudy as he lifted your bottom half, his lips meeting his desired area.

“The better you do, the nicer I’ll be with your punishment—Mmm!”

He seemed so starved, like it was his mission to please you.

And it was, he always aimed to please.

And he liked to watch his goal come into fruition, carefully watching your expressions.

“Levi…you’re doing so good,” you ran your hands through his hair, your voice almost a whisper.

He couldn’t believe you had people fooled, thinking you were so sweet.

You were savory and bold like black tea, truly.

And he loved every bit of it.

You were so pretty, he couldn’t help but rut into the sheets.

“Levi. Stop.”

It was hard to pull away, but he did.

You met his lips in a sweet kiss, “Sit back.”

As you pressed him gently against your opening, he twitched a little higher. Eager to feel you at your warmest.

Not that he’d complain about those pretty lips of yours, but the other pair felt so much better.

Just when you were about to ease in, there was a knock at his door.

A growl came from somewhere deep in his throat, “Who the hell—”

You glanced at the door, “Find out.”

“Who the hell is it?”

“Eren, sir.”

“That fucking brat, always coming at the wrong time. This is the third time he’s interrupted us. At this point it might as well be on purpose,” he muttered before raising his voice, “What do you want, Cadet?”

“I was just letting you know Commander Erwin returned.”

You sunk onto him in impatience, settling your thighs on his.

In a whisper, he whimpered, “Fuck-!”

“Captain?”

“What? I-Is there something he needs me for?” he did his best to breathe evenly.

“Just to go over what he discovered while he was gone.”

You moaning into his neck, digging your nails into his back…it was driving Levi crazy, “H-hurry up, Pretty boy.”

“Tell him I’ll come by later—" he muffled the very loud and inappropriate groan with a breast.

That wasn’t fair, you rolling your hips in a deep circle like that.

“But sir—”

“Eren, we’re busy, we’ll be done soon. I’d appreciate if you’d leave us be,” you answered for Levi, his mouth currently muffled as he let out a string of moans. You’d quickly cut him off after speeding up.

Only you could hear such pretty sounds, Eren wouldn’t get the luxury.

“Miss [Y/n] is in there, too?! Wait—Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t—”

“Go away, before I cut you up with Levi’s blade and feed the bits to the titans—” your breath hitched as Levi involuntarily thrusted into that perfect spot, rougher than the pace you’d set.

“R-Right, sorry! I’ll tell Commander Levi will come by later,” you heard footsteps rushing away.

Once he was gone you lifted your hand, only for high-pitched, pathetic little moans to spill out.

“Damn it! Shit! Fuck!” he hissed.

You could feel he was close, you knew his body well.

But you forced the pace to slow.

He gasped helplessly, “You—You brat! How could you? I was…”

You were edging him. How cruel of you.

“I told you, you were getting punished. That hadn’t changed. But since that pretty mouth isn’t too bad, I’ll be nice. I’ll only do this…two more times. Erwin can wait.”

“Please…” his voice wobbled.

“Should’ve thought of that before you ruined my pretty dress,” you did a smooth roll of your hips, “But don’t worry, I’ll let you have enough energy to go meet with your blonde boyfriend.”

“Shut up, he’s not and you know it,” he grits out.

“But I might take enough to shut up that defiant mouth of yours.”

“I—”

“Are you ready for round two? Who am I kidding, you have the stamina…”

You flash him a smile, “And maybe, if you’re a good boy, I might let you fuck me how you wish after this.”

#levi x reader #levi smut #levi aot #levi #levi ackerman #aot #aot x reader #snk x reader #snk levi #dom reader #dom female reader #sub aot #sub levi ackerman #sub levi #smut #anime lemons #anime smut #anime x reader #smut x reader #x reader

[sugarreiner]

Reiner Braun as your Daddy

Headcanons

He’d buy literally anything you want, ANYTHING for you, cause as he says « Nothing is too expensive for my princess »

He’d always call you my princess, my babygirl or my sweetheart. As you saw he always uses « my » cause he wants you to know that you belong to him

He wants you and everyone to know that you’re his girl

When you’re in public, he always has his arm wrapped around your lower back, keeping you close to him

If a guy looks a bit too long at you, he gets extremely jealous and kiss you while looking at him with a smirk

When you hang out together in a place where he knows there will be a lot of guys, he’d leave hickeys and love bites all over your neck

Even if in public he prefers you calling him by his name, when you’re just together, he wants you to call him Daddy

He can’t get his hands out of you

Always ready to make love to his little baby girl, whenever and wherever

Even if you’re super needy, he is even more needy than you.

He’s also super clingy

He makes love to you the way you want. You want him so be sweet and low ? He’ll be super passionate and the sweetest man ever. You want him be rough and wild ? He’ll be rough and wild

He loves to choke you with his huge hand

He loves kissing your breast as he knows it drives you crazy

When you’re sad, he’s always willing to do anything to comfort you

He gives the best cuddles and hugs

#reiner Braun #reiner braun headcanons #reiner Braun smut #reiner Braun imagine #reiner braun x reader #reiner braun x y/n #reiner braun x you #snk #attack on titan #snk Reiner #reiner snk #headcanon #fluff #lemon #smut #daddy

[ackermonie]

ATTACK ON TITAN

fluff☁️, angst🎭, smut♨️, emotional☔️, happy☀️, action🔪, drabble🖋, hurt/comfort/NO comfort🥀

l. ackerman

like a hot dad♨️♨️♨️

time stamp series. (chronological order.)

(currently reuploading)

4:23 am

may 21st, 3:30 am

3:16 pm

5:26 pm ☀️☔️☁️

6:36 am

2:15 am

5 am ☁️☁️☁️

9:10 pm (love like you)☁️🎭☔️

4:02 pt.1♨️♨️♨️♨️

2:19 am 🎭☔️♨️

#ackermonie writes #attack on titan #attack on titan imagine #attack on titan x reader #aot #aot lemon #aot smut #aot x reader #aot drabbles #aot angst #aot fluff #hurt/comfort #hurt no comfort #levi ackerman #attack on titan angst #attack on titan fluff #snk levi #snk smut #snk #masterlist

[theundyingmermaid]

Levi x Reader

Also published it on Wattpad 😅

📖📚 - Link

I'm still thinking about a story title :). If you have an idea on what should I call this fanfiction let me know ✨

I'll edit the book cover once I got a story title, for now it'll be just plain "Levi x Reader"

Hope you'll like this story ☺️

I had this story in mind for four years and I badly wanted to write it but my laziness gets a head of me. I just suddenly had the urge to write it. 😳

Reminder :

I do not own Attack on Titan nor any of the characters.

If I made a grammatical errors please consider that my first language isn't English.

This is a work of fiction. Fanfiction to be exact.

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CHAPTER 1 • Clearing the Paths for Survey Corps •

It was mid-day, the weather is fine, sky is clear, the wind is calm and only the sound of birds chirping are heard. You sat on one of the giant trees with your left leg hanging down and the other right was up, your elbow resting on your right knee. You watched the quiet and empty scenery disregarding the terrifying truth hidden behind this forest.

'It's almost time' you said in your mind. You knew that the soldiers will be here soon, trying to accomplish one of their expeditions again. You finally get up from sitting and tuck few of the strands away from your face. Cold wind begun to blow against your skin, your (h/l, h/c) waves through the whistling air. You raised your head up as your (e/c) eyes followed the green line that shoots up to the sky.

A smirk was formed on your lips. Finally, the day has come, the misery of this people will be finished soon.

~

It was the 35th Expedition of the survey corps led by Keith Shadis. All the soldiers are moving to their designated positions. Squad leaders moved along with their members.

On the other side of the field a person with a pair of glasses on their eyes are quickly heading to a raven haired man. Giving the fact that he knows who might be following him, the man just stared blankly straight on his way without looking back to confirm his prediction.

"hey Levi!! Aren't you excited!?-".

"No"

The man shortly replied in immediate, not even letting the person that is now on his side finished their sentence.

Levi quickly made his horse speed up his movement, hopefully the four-eyed nerd will stop bothering him anymore but unluckily she  still followed him.

"Hange, focus on your task and stop talking to me" Levi made an annoyed sound, his dark eyebrows now furrowed.

"How about no? I just can't shorty! I hope something exciting happened today!"

"Yeah like titans eating most of our soldiers" he said coldly, eyes still fixed on their way. "No not that! I mean, like something really, really interesting!" Hange chirped not minding Levi's negative response.

"The chance of us dying is higher than fulfilling your assumptions." Hange pretended she didn't heard what the man said and continued heading to their destination.

After minutes of traveling, the soldiers finally reached the forest. Not stopping from moving quickly, the sound of their horses stomps filled the quiet forest. Birds started flying around, others flew away from the woods. The scenery changed from being calm to somewhat spine-chilling.

The soldiers kept moving, they cannot stop anyway, they're already here and to die without a fight is unacceptable.

The forest ground began to shake, screams of few soldiers overlapping the cries of one another. It was a total nightmare, blood splashing to the giant tree's skin. Turning brown colored woods into red.

Levi continued moving quickly, aiming to reach the said destination. Although he felt bad about his comrades dying he cannot stop, he has a given tasks to accomplish.

They kept on moving until another group of soldiers from their side intersected their team, joining on their line, they now started to head in one direction.

Hange, the four-eyed person made her way to levi but before she could even speak he cut her with his cold and low voice saying...

"Exciting huh?"

The woman decided to keep her mouth shut, realizing it's not the right time to said those kind of things. For now they just need to meet Erwin and the other soldiers, capture atleast one titan and end this expedition.

At a distance, (y/n) heavily landed on one of the tall tree's branches. Wiping few droplets on your face, you tried to maintain your breathing. You looked down at the corpses of the titans you've killed and made a small smirk.

"You're welcome Survey Corps" you chuckled. Staring at the figures now heading to your location, you made sure that you are well hidden so that no one will notice your presence. Pulling the dark colored hood of your coat to your face, trying your best to conceal your identity.

The soldiers halted, shockingly stared at the steaming bodies of dead titans in the middle of the forest. They looked at the amount of titan corpses in confusion, wondering how and who did this.

"What the fuck?" Said levi as he made his horse stopped. He then looked at Hange who's now has her mouth agape and eyes round as a circle. She then shakes her head and move closer to the steaming bodies and turned her gaze back to levi with an annoying look on her face.

"So this is the exciting part!" Hange said, finally getting back to her senses. She was about to go near the dead titans but a soldier stopped her stating how dangerous it is to get closer to the titans.

"We must inform the bald commander about this" Levi said as he caught the other soldier's attention. A squad leader took their flare gun and shot a smoke signal into the air. Couple of soldiers made their way to the commander's location, more likely to inform Shadis.

Not so long after, another group of soldiers headed to their location. A man with a thick eyebrows and a blonde colored hair was leading the group and stopped Infront of the titan corpses. The corpses are now turned into bones, collapsing on the ground still releasing hot steams.

"One of the soldiers came to me, told me about the situation." The blonde man said the moment he got close to Levi and Hange's location. Hange jump down from her horse finally got the chance to examine the entire place.

"We still don't have any idea who did this Erwin." Hange said while scratching her head. She then looked at Levi and smiled widely.

"Isn't this amazing!? It's another mystery we should solve!!" She said.

"Wasn't the Titan's existence enough?" Levi replied. The raven-haired made a click sound with his tongue.

"Hehe! You're so serious levi! What if they just wanted to make friends with us!?" Hange laughed.

"We do not know if this occurrence was done by an enemy or a person who wanted to help, surely one person cannot kill such numbers of titans" Levi stated looking directly to Erwin.

"You have a point there Levi but the main thing that we need clearance is the people behind this incident" Erwin said, the other soldiers are now listening to them.

"That's exactly what I said!" Hange stated with a loud voice while smiling like a dork. Levi glared at her because of her flashiness which she instantly noticed. Hange then made a serious face and cleared her throat.

"Well if we are to recall the situation, the Titan's bodies are still in forms, their flesh hasn't evaporated yet which means-"

"Which means the titans just got killed a few moments you arrived in here" Erwin said as he cuts Hange's explanation. Their attention was then caught by Levi.

"If that's the case then the people behind this are still around, either they are still near our location or they are watching us right now" The Raven-haired man said. His statement made the soldiers look around their location. Some of them murmurs something towards their fellow members and some of them wandered their eyes around the giant trees surrounding them.

"The Commander is here!!" A soldier shouted, they maybe saw them coming when they are wandering around the forest.

Hange climbed back to her horse and made her way on Levi and Erwin's side. The Commander instantly asked them about the situation and they stated the same beliefs they told to each other recently. Commander Keith Shadis looked at the place where the dead titans were located before, now only some marks are left because of the evaporation. He then sighed and ordered the soldiers to retreat, they will be discussing the incident once they got home, which is a safer place for them to converse about.

Erwin took a flare gun from his pocket and fired a blue flare into the sky. The soldiers started heading back, out of the forest.

Meanwhile, you are watching them from above, you are peeking on top of a huge branch so it'll be hard for them to see you.

"I just cleared the path for these soldiers and now they're retreating? Bunch of cowards" you whispered, your feet are hanging as you sat on the edge of the tree branch. You swayed your legs playfully as you watched the Survey Corpse made their way back to the walls.

You know very well that the incident will be a serious discussion for them and they will come back pretty soon.

(Y/N) - Your name

(H/L) - Hair Length

(H/C) - Hair Color

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[abz8]

Hey y’all, hope you’re stuffing your faces and what not. I have an update on finding the Levi look-a-like 👀 (yes 16 days later)

I posted on a local site (lmao) with a description of him and stated I was “looking for a nurse” and another nurse said he might know him. He said the description I gave him matched exactly like a guy he works with (screams). So I gave my picture and email to Mr.Nurse guy to show to him; he was like “damn I wish I was him” 🙄 and said he’ll ask him if he was single and interested on Saturday (when he sees him again). We’re a step closer 😂

I’ll keep ya updated

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[rohansregret]

call me sam/sammy <3

any pronouns + 21 + aot, jjba, gow, and outlast + dark content

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[nerdynuala]

SnK Vets & more random headcanons

Because I missed doing these

Mike steals Hange's glasses and pretends to be an intellectual, putting up an exagerated posh accent. Erwin can't stand two minutes of this.

Erwin never apologises whenever he has an argument with someone. He might know he was wrong but he'll never admit it openly and most importantly he's incapable of walking up to the other person and say he's sorry. He either just goes back to normal or does something for the other person, usually related to what the argument was about.

Mike can't lie. If this guy tries to make up some lie or excuse, you'll notice straight away. His body language and his tone are too telling. If he needs to hide something, he just stays quiet, he knows the moment he opens his mouth he's doomed.

Hange lies with ease. She doesn't lie very often, but when she does you have no way to tell she's lying.

Moblit adjusts his pace to Hange, when they walk together they actually move in unison.

Erwin had a bunny when he was a child.

Levi is terrible at dancing. Moving is okay when he knows the steps, but he just move to the rhythm of music. He just can't feel the rhythm. He only dances to classics like waltz, because he needs it to be mechanic, if he has to improvise he just skips. He only stays if he's dancing with Hange and she takes the lead.

Nanaba is extremely skilled at climbing. She climbs trees, walls, anything. She's fast, she finds where to put her hands and feet with a surprising ease.

Mike could sleep literally anywhere. As a kid he used to lie on the floor in front of the chimney and fell asleep there. He could sleep on a branch of a tree and get the best sleep ever.

Erwin has back aches. He likes to crack his back and he usually leans on Mike to stretch. Mike agrees to it but he complains because the sound of Erwin's back cracking freaks him out.

Moblit has an amazing memory. He remembers dates, facts and people's words very easily. He'd be like "you said these precise words on the 18th of april, we were standing next to the stables and the weather was cloudy".

Erwin and Mike have a party in between their birthdays, they call it "brorthday" and it's basically an excuse to get drunk while pretending they are celebrating both their birthdays at once.

Hange keeps a diary. Whenever someone asks, she'd say it's for titan research, but she actually writes the silliest stuff on it. "Asked 15 people. None of them has ever seen a baby pidgeon. I'm starting to think they are born adult".

Levi likes mushrooms. Mushroom soup is a favourite of his and he loves mushroom stroganoff served with rice.

Nanaba's hands and feet are always, always cold. In winter she wears two pairs of sock one on top of the other all the time.

Levi never drinks enough water. Though since he saw Hange squeezing lemons in her water during meals, he does that as well and this allows him to actually have the right amount of water to stay hydrated.

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