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offbrandhange · 3 years

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She noses his cheek gently as Levi lets out his trademark tch, smiling against his skin. “So who’s really prettier?” Levi looks at her as though she’s stupid, and refuses to dignify her with an answer. “Do you really need me to say it?” “Yes,” she says automatically, eyes twinkling eagerly, “I want to hear it.”

starring: cuddling in bed, reader and levi both being lil shits to each other, and our dear captain coming down with a fever

a/n: just one left to upload after this! once that's done i can make a masterlist on tumblr and begin posting the first chapter of the new story. reminder that you don't have to read any other works in this series to enjoy this!

Somehow, by some miracle, Levi is actually sleepy by 11 PM. It might be her fault, but she thinks it’s more fair to blame Commander Erwin for delegating work away from his favorite soldier. The blatant favoritism from that man, honestly. Levi gets less work that day and by extension so does she, and so the two of them find themselves with extra time. And what is there to do with extra time, one might wonder. Well, what better thing to do than sneak into Levi’s quarters and not so subtly seduce him?

To his credit, Levi did resist. It took her locking the door, sashaying up to him, a few kisses here and there and everything aside from just stationing herself on his lap to get him over his concerns about professionalism. It’s fun when he gives in to anything, because then his goal is to make her regret ever asking him in the first place. It’s not like she’s propositioning him, but he certainly acts like she is.

So about five rounds later, after a good hour of harsh panting and hair tugging and embarrassing mewling, she falls back into the pillow and finds that Levi is actually tired for once. She takes it as a compliment.

She wastes no time curling around behind him, arms around his waist and face buried in his neck. Her legs curl around his until she’s spooning him good and proper, and then she presses a kiss to his cheek. She’s too exhausted to do more, but she doesn’t think that she could ever be tired of nuzzling up to him like this.

Levi’s eyes are closed, but he holds her hand gently, and she’s pretty sure he’s drifting off.

Usually it’s her drifting off at this time, but tonight, there’s something on her mind - in fact, it’s her entire reason for being so amorous today.

“Hey,” she whispers, kissing the shell of his ear. Levi shudders, but his eyes remain closed.

“Hm?”

“Have you met the new cadets?”

“Did a whole meet and greet,” he mutters, “got to know each of them personally after asking them what they wanted for their military welcome gift.”

She rolls her eyes at his sarcasm. “So no?”

“I saw ‘em. Why?”

“Lunch time.” She ran her hands along his bare chest, continuing to press soft kisses to every part of his skin that’s available. “The blonde one. Pigtails. Cute. Couldn’t keep her fucking eyes off you.”

Levi snorts derisively. “Okay.”

She wonders if he’s too sleepy to really listen to her right now. It’s so strange talking to him when he’s drowsy, but there’s an odd coziness to it as well. Not for the first time, she’s enamored by this show of vulnerability. Levi in all his glory, defenseless and naked on top of it all, with only a thin blanket and and her arms around him. It’s not a sight she’s going to tire of anytime soon.

“Do you know which one I’m talking about?” she prods further, gazing down at him,

He nods slowly, face further buried into the pillow. She almost feels bad for not letting him sleep, but it’s not like he hasn’t kept her awake too, both before and after the start of their relationship.

“So?”

“So what?”

“Do you think she’s pretty?”

Levi’s response comes ridiculously quickly. “Yeah. She’s the prettiest girl I’ve seen in awhile, actually.”

She gapes, and then scoffs disbelievingly. “Oh, is that so?”

“Downright gorgeous, actually,” he mumbles uncaringly.

Immediately, she pulls away from him, arms crossed with a deep scowl on her face. “Fine, then dream of her tonight, jerk.”

He doesn’t respond, and she thinks he’s fallen asleep. The fucking nerve of this man, to not only notice the young girl crushing on him but actively call her pretty, gorgeous, and not soothe her own insecurities. Sure, she’s the one in bed with him now and she’s just a little sure Levi’s in love with her, but that’s not the point right now. The point is that he’s supposed to tell her she’s the prettiest girl, not just in the Scouts, but the entire world (it’s not that big). That’s not too much to expect. At the very least, even if he doesn’t compliment her, Levi doesn’t have to sing praises for this girl who he hasn’t even properly met. Fuck him.

Well, she’s already done that, but not literally this time.

Just in case he’s not fully asleep yet, she lets out offended huffs every few seconds, and then presses her cold feet to his unusually warm ones pettily. At first, he releases no indication that he notices or cares, but after she lets out a particularly long, pitiful sigh, he turns around and is on top of her within a second.

“Are you going to keep that up all night?” He bears down on her, slamming her wrist down when she tries to push him off. Apparently he’s not as sleepy as she first thought.

“If it bothers you, go find that girl with the pigtails,” she hisses, struggling against his grip, “I’m sure she’ll be more than happy to let you slip in, Captain.”

His lips quirk so briefly that she nearly misses it. Her eyes narrow. He’s toying with her.

“Maybe I will.” Levi presses a soft kiss to her lips, looking obnoxiously amused when she doesn’t kiss back. “But then where will you go?”

“Over to someone who appreciates me.”

He guffaws, nudging her neck affectionately. “You’re fucking ridiculous.”

She has an urge to tangle her fingers in his hair, to stroke it until he’s asleep against her chest and to wake up exactly like this with an annoying crick in her neck in the morning, but her pride is feeling up for a fight, so she remains unmoving, only giving him a cold look.

He traces his finger against her jaw. “Smile.”

“No.”

Again he bites down a grin at her stubbornness. “Not even for me?”

“Especially not for you,” she retorts, glaring.

Something dangerously familiar clicks in his eyes. It’s an acknowledgement, an accepted dare. It’s a relayed message that if she wants to be a hardass, he’s going to match her energy. It’s asking just who she thinks she’s being petty with. It means that she has to prepare to outdo him, no matter what he’s going to do.

“If you’re not going to smile, then get off my bed.” Without any further encouragement, he flops back down, leaving her gasping and more than a little offended. He’s not even looking at her. Well, fine, if he wants her to leave, then so be it.

With a less than dignified shriek, she rolls over and tumbles out of the bed, standing up and brushing herself off as though she planned it. Levi doesn’t spare so much as a glance in her direction as she grabs her clothes one by one. She, on the other hand, doesn’t take her furious gaze off him the entire time. He has to feel at least a little guilty for her to win this, whatever this is. She yanks on her underwear and pants first, tying her hair up tightly before then scanning around for the rest. Her shirt is by the foot of the bed, but there’s still an article missing…

“Looking for this?” Levi says dryly, holding her bra in his hand.

Her dignity won’t allow her to walk up to him and take it. She hurriedly shoves her shirt on, followed by her uniform jacket. “You can keep it. It’s the only part you care about anyways.”

He snorts derisively at what they both know is a lie. The pure gall he has, to try and paint her like some loony madwoman when he’s the one acting like an ass. This is a battle, Captain Levi, and she’s not a titan, and therefore has no reason to lose to him. She’s going to win this or die trying.

One sarcastic salute that she’s not even sure he sees, and then she turns on her heel and leaves his room. It’s not so much a walk of shame as it is a walk of rage. Her fists are clenched and there are love bites on her neck and maybe this wasn’t such a good idea and what if Erwin catches her like this but oh no she is not going back in fact she’s not even going to talk to him until he apologizes but how is she supposed to resist kissing him and giving in immediately maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all -

He’s got a headache.

He’s had a constant headache since he was born, sure, but today’s is much more vicious than usual. It feels like his head could explode at any time.

Luckily, (F/N)’s good at making him forget some of his problems in the short time they allow themselves every now and then. It’s easy to forget how badly his head his hurting when she’s with him, whether she’s dropping something by accident or blabbering on about how the Survey Corp should invest in some better hair care products for their soldiers or telling one of her stupid jokes or tugging his hair as she shoves her tongue down his throat. Yeah, it’s really easy to forget then. The issue is that she’s not here anymore, and it’s like his headache has returned with a vengeance.

Levi can’t blame her fully. Things get boring inside the walls, and while boring is infinitely more preferable to the terrifying despair on the outside, one can only handle so much paperwork and niceties without going insane. Of course she’s going to stir up drama to entertain herself. And yeah, maybe he shouldn’t be telling her how pretty he finds another girl, but he can’t help himself - she’s unknowingly hilarious when she’s angry. Plus, she knows damn well that he’s committed to her and her alone (because only commitment could make him act as pathetically soft as he does around this woman). If she wants to stir up trouble, he’s going to help her mix the ingredients.

On any other night, he’d have no regrets.

But his headache just won’t go away, and he can’t sleep.

Fuck his lieutenant slash girlfriend. He was so close to falling asleep, basking in her comfort, and then she had to go ahead and listen to him when he told her to leave. This is embarrassing - he can sleep without her, easily. As easily as he usually sleeps, at any rate. But on nights like these, where he’s desperate to close his eyes because at least once he’s asleep he doesn’t have to stress, or if he’s thinking too much about how many lives were lost in their last expedition, she’s there to look at him with her pretty eyes that understand the parts of him he’s kept hidden away for so long. She’s there to press up against him and let him breathe in her scent, a fragrance that’s become somewhat synonymous with home. Not to mention she has some freaky trick - just a few minutes of running her fingers through his hair and he’s out like a light. He’s accused her of witchcraft before, but hell if he doesn’t need that magic tonight.

No, he can do this. He can go to sleep, it’s easy. People just close their eyes and it happens. Levi turns to his side, feeling strange, and shuts his eyes tightly. After two seconds of waiting, he concludes that it’s not going to work for him. Maybe deep breathing will do the trick.

He sucks in a sharp breath and then exhales, gritting his teeth when he doesn’t immediately calm down. He tries again, and then one more time, and then once again for good measure. Why isn’t it fucking working? Frustrated, he breathes in through his nose this time.

Only to find he can’t, and that somehow the attempt makes his head throb even more.

No, no, no, no, absolutely not. He just has a headache, he’s not fucking sick. He refuses to be, who in their right mind gets sick? It might be a conscious choice for most people, but he’s not one of them. He’s not sick. He’s just not. He simply isn’t.

Despite his reservations, the way he can’t breathe in without making his migraine increase tenfold and the way he’s been feeling uncomfortably hot for the past few hours tell him he very much is.

God, he just wants to sleep, is that so much to ask? Everyone’s always telling him that he should try sleeping some time before 3 AM, and the one time he finally takes their advice, his body turns on him? Fuck this shit, he’s sick of it, and he’s sick in general, and he hates everything.

The frustration is what makes him consider that maybe he does need (F/N) to sleep, at least tonight. Whatever her magical annoying presence does, it certainly never fails to make him relax. The question is whether or not he can withstand the blow to his ego if he goes to her room and asks her to come back. She’s going to have a field day with this, probably make him grovel for forgiveness and renounce every other woman in the world before she complies.

He tries to sniff again, and decides ego be damned.

Head still pounding, Levi gets up with a groan. He curses after putting on his pants, it’s way too warm for any of his clothes. He wonders if there’s a risk of him passing out on the way. If that happens, then humanity will have to learn to fend for itself, because he’ll quit the next day.

After getting dressed, he stumbles out of his room. It feels like he’s walked a mile before he reaches the office door. Damn would some people from the Underground kill to get to him in this state, make him pay for stealing their cabbages or whatever those fucking merchants never kept a close enough eye on. He’s feeling a little delirious, imagining what he’d do if he was still back there. It was a bad time whenever someone got sick in the Underground, they were never sure if it was something minor or if the person was going to be dead by the end of the day.

If he’s going to die, he’s going to die doing some self sacrificing shit for Erwin, not because his temperature’s spiking. That’s a promise.

The female barracks are so. far. away.

When he opens the door, he sees Petra first, snoozing soundly lying on her right side. It’s weird, seeing her so...relaxed and almost carefree, as opposed to the slightly stern but overall professional woman he’s come to know. Suddenly feeling like he’s intruding on her privacy, he quickly averts his eyes. Briefly he questions how (F/N) manages to keep their weekly trysts a secret from her roommate, but he’s too tired to consider what lies she’s telling.

And on the other side of the room is the woman of the hour herself, head lolled back and one leg sticking out of the blanket. Hair loose around her shoulders, arms curled around herself as though she’s the loneliest person in the world and just needs someone to cuddle her in bed. Face half buried in her pillow, looking like nothing could bother her like this. (F/N) (L/N), in all her dreamy glory.

Is she actually asleep? It’s that fucking easy for her to go to sleep after leaving his room?

Fuck her.

Except not really, because he desperately needs her to feel better right now.

And he’s just going to ignore how much it bothers him that he can’t have this beautiful nuisance of a woman close to him whenever they want. It’s part of the job description, no Scout is really allowed to be completely happy. They can get close, and (F/N) brings him dangerously near the edge of risky, foolish happiness, but seeing her like this brings a painful reminder that things can never completely be the way they’d like.

Taking a shaky breath, Levi extends his arm and shakes her shoulder.

In a flash, she’s awake, gasping and raising her fists to whoever thinks breaking into the female barracks is an appropriate thing to do. Squinting in the dark, she makes out someone fairly short. Good. All the easier for her to pound into dust for daring to wake her up at this ungodly hour.

Then her eyes adjust, and she realizes it’s her captain slash boyfriend she’s about to punch the shit out of.

“Captain Levi?” she whispers incredulously. “What are you doing here?”

He looks downright awful, hair sticking up and face morphed into a scowl. To be fair, he’s nearly always got a sour expression, but at least he usually looks composed about it. Not this time. This time he looks like he’d watch humanity burn if that was a convenient option. Something’s clearly off.

Levi opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. He makes a hand motion, beckoning her forward, as though that explains everything. She throws a wary glance at Petra, still fast asleep. What could possibly be so important that he’s risking being caught in her room? A million ideas flood her head. The beasts have broken through Wall Rose. Someone’s been assassinated. He needs her to go wake up everyone and tell them the end times are here.

“I can’t sleep,” he finally mutters, looking like he’s just seen someone murder his cat.

Well, that doesn’t sound catastrophic.

“Okay.” She furrows her brows, shaking her head in confusion. “And? You never sleep.”

“I was going to before you left, you insufferable brat. I was so close.” Levi’s eyes narrow tiredly. “I need you to do that stupid magic thing you do.”

Stupid magic thing - oh.

Her eyes gleam wickedly as the night finally rushes back to her. How the tables have turned.

“You want me to come back to your room?” She smirks at his sullen expression. “Baby boo needs someone to stroke his hair and rock him to sleep?”

Okay, maybe she’s being an asshole. Maybe she shouldn’t enjoy the way his face tenses in irritation. It’s a rather nice request and it makes her feel wanted, but Levi is the one who kicked her out. He’s the one who was singing praises for some other girl. Yeah, she’d like to see that cute cadet now, with her crush standing by the foot of his subordinate’s bed pleading with her to come help him sleep. Maybe then she’ll think twice about raking her eyes over what’s not hers. Not that she knows they’re together, of course. But still.

“Are you coming or not?” he snaps, and she’s about to fire off another round, telling him that he’s the one at fault here.

Then she notes the miserable look in his eyes as he struggles to breathe in. That’s what’s off - he doesn’t just look upset, he looks as though he’s feeling weak . And Levi and weak are so miles apart from each other that it’s jarring to associate them at all.

Eyes widening, she sits up straight on her knees, pressing her lips to his forehead. Goddamn, he could give the titans a run for their money with how warm he is.

She cups his cheek, concern flooding through her like a tsunami. “Are you sick, Captain?”

Looking very much like he’d rather die than be here admitting this to her, Levi nods, exhaling deeply.

“Look, I don’t need you to take care of me. But my head is fucking throbbing, and if I don’t go to sleep soon, I’m gonna off myself.”

She’s off the bed in an instant, grabbing her jacket quietly so as to not disturb Petra. After putting it on, she takes his hand, burning like the rest of him, and squeezes gently. “Let’s go.”

He’s looking at her strangely, and somewhat appreciatively. Without any protest, he lets her tug him out, and they’re going back to his room. Thankfully, they’re the only ones awake, and no one can witness the way she’s holding on to him, asking if he’s okay every ten steps. A flare of protectiveness is roaring inside her now. Whatever bitterness she was feeling towards him before has all but vanished, leaving only concern over his well-being.

When they reach his bed, he falls face first onto it, letting out a low groan. She winces sympathetically.

“Maybe you should -”

“I’m not going to the infirmary,” comes Levi’s voice, muffled against his pillow, “you don’t have to stay the night, just put me out of my misery. Please.”

Rolling her eyes, she approaches the bed. Obviously she’ll be staying the night, he’s so dramatic. Poor guy, though. She feels bad for leaving at all, but she plans to make up for it and more. Touching his forehead again, she frowns at just how much he’s burning up.

“Just a second,” she whispers reassuringly, kissing his forehead before leaving the room despite his quiet protests.

When she returns, she comes with a small bucket of cold water and a towel. As much as she’d love to just put him to sleep, she’s pretty sure he’ll be even more miserable if they don’t break his fever tonight. Levi’s already discarded his shirt and pants again, pained sighs and groans escaping him.

She sits next to him, wetting the towel and wringing it out thoroughly. Brushing back the hair from his forehead, she presses the towel to his face, and he closes his eyes, expression blissful against the cool cloth.

“Thanks,” he mutters in that tone of his, the one that sounds like it’s casual but actually means he truly appreciates everything she’s doing. She smiles serenely.

Not able to help herself, she leans in, scrunching her nose and murmuring in a teasing tone. “So who’s prettier now, Captain? Me or Pigtails?”

“Still her,” he grunts, but immediately grabs a hold of her wrist as though he’s nervous she’ll stop what she’s doing and storm out of his room a second time.

“I’m not leaving.” She flicks his cheek gently. “Although I damn well should. Choosing a random girl over me? That’s some cold shit, Captain.”

Levi opens his eyes. “(F/N).”

“Yeah?”

“I genuinely have no idea who the fuck this girl is.”

A light blush dusts her cheeks. Of course she was never serious about being jealous, but it’s still embarrassing that he’s able to rile her up so easily over it. Only Levi could be catching an illness and still find time to infuriate her. Just to keep her entertained, obviously. She should’ve guessed that he was just fucking with her from the start.

“Of course you don’t.” She sighs exasperatedly, dabbing his forehead gently. “Why did you feel the need to make me jealous then?”

He crosses his arms, gazing at her as though it’s obvious, but he always thinks things are obvious and they very rarely are.

“Because seeing you fired up is one of the highlights of a boring day.” He takes her hands to stop her, sitting up a little before letting her continue. “And you know this is how we work. You wanted me to say something to make you mad, don’t pretend otherwise.”

It’s a strange, mean relationship they have. Constantly pushing each other's buttons until someone backs down. There’s sweet moments too, sure, especially after expeditions or any particularly rough days. In fact, just the act of them sleeping together once a week or once every two weeks is sweet in itself, like some tragic star-crossed lovers straight out of a novel. It’s not even about sex, since they don’t necessarily feel up to it all the time, sometimes it’s just the two of them talking in close proximity until they fall asleep in each other’s arms. It’s heartwarming and nice and she never feels more at peace than when she gets to share these tender moments with him. But it’s just not her and Levi if they’re not constantly trying to one-up each other, push each other's buttons until someone relents. Tonight doesn’t entirely count, since Levi’s cheated and gotten sick, so no one wins this time around.

She noses his cheek gently as Levi lets out his trademark tch, smiling against his skin. “So who’s really prettier?”

Levi looks at her as though she’s stupid, and refuses to dignify her with an answer. “Do you really need me to say it?”

“Yes,” she says automatically, eyes twinkling eagerly, “I want to hear it.”

She’s never going to hear an I love you, so she needs to grasp at the words that are within her reach.

“You,” he says without so much as blinking, “easily you. A hundred times you. Without even knowing what she looks like, I know it’s you.”

Her heart leaps in joy and she rewards him with a brief kiss - brief only because he pushes her away weakly, scowling.

“Don’t. You’ll get sick too.”

“Worth it,” she mumbles, leaning in again.

“No, it’s not fucking worth it.” He places a hand on her cheek, presumably to turn her away, but instead she places a kiss against his palm. That mixed with the towel now pressed against his cheek is enough to make him sink into the pillow, closing his eyes with a sigh.

Oh, she loves him. She wonders if he knows just how much she loves him.

She loves him enough to decide that he’s cooled down plenty, judging by the lack of grimacing every few seconds. He still looks uncomfortable, but that’s to be expected. Besides, she can stay up for a bit and watch his fever, and wake a medic should the need arise. It’s time for her captain to submit to sleep, something he very rarely allows.

Setting the towel down, she brushes the hair from his forehead first, kissing it soothingly. Levi’s nose is scrunched in discomfort, she knows his head is hurting badly.

“Stop trying to breathe through your nose. You’ll make it worse.”

Levi scoffs, but it’s weak. “Didn’t know you had a medical degree, (L/N).”

“I mean it, Levi.” She slips her fingers in his locks, and his shoulder finally sag as he exhales deeply. Within seconds his breathing is stable, even, and he stops pushing himself and fighting his body. She begins to stroke his hair in earnest, letting his pleased sighs guide her. She’s no medic or masseuse, but she is his girlfriend and she knows fully well what feels good for him.

Her other hand finds his, and as she continues to run her hand through his hair, she leans down and starts placing light kisses all over his face. His cheeks, his nose, even over his eyelids. Her lips yearn to touch every part of his skin, to adore him and worship him and let him know just how enamored she is. Levi doesn’t so much as murmur a single protest, only encouraging her to keep going until she hears soft snoring and knows he’s finally asleep.

She smiles. It’ll be fun to tease him later about just how easy this was. For now, though, she stays right where she is, caressing him with all the gentleness she has left in her rough hands. She lets humanity’s best hope for freedom rest, looking so rarely vulnerable that people would think it’s incredible he allows anyone to see him like this. Something so simple as sleeping can seem like such an honor for anyone to see. How strange. Her lips quirk amusedly.

After checking his temperature once more, she sinks down next to him. Her hands are placed against his waist, her face is tucked into his chest. His body heat is more normal now, not overwhelmingly hot but warm enough to match her naturally cold person. She kisses his collarbone softly, smiling when his arms tighten around her. Her eyes droop and a yawn escapes her unexpectedly.

Sure, Levi fell asleep really easily, but it’s not like she’s any better - she’s about to join him.

He mumbles her name and she gives in, dozing off in the arms of her captain.

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offbrandhange · 3 years

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BESTIE I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS

YOUR HEADCANONS ARE ALWAYS SO SPOT-ON!!! <333333

Heyyy I read your porco modern AU sfw and nsfw headcanons and I was thinking if you could write one for Levi pls 👉🏽👈🏽 thx!!! Love your writing btw :) <3

thank you!!! I love u!!!! <33333

&& hell yeah!! let's go babey

warnings: nsfw minors dni, bondage, slight orgasm denial, nothing too crazy

fluffy modern levi headcanons:

levi has a few different colognes, but when you told him you liked this specific one he hasn’t touched the others since

if you’ve evidently had a stressful day, he’ll come up behind you and massage your shoulders, keeping an open ear to let you vent about whatever happened

and if you don’t really feel like talking that’s okay too!! he’ll fill the silence by pressing a small kiss or two to your temples

you can tell that he’s had a bad day when he comes home seeking physical affection, he’ll walk up to you in the kitchen, not saying a word, and just pull you into his chest and of course you’ll let him stay there as long as he needs

he always keeps your home stocked with mild, herbal scented soy candles,,, he really likes the ambience they create so he lights them almost every evening

he always finds at least one small thing to do a day that makes your life just a little easier, like setting your sweatpants out for when you get home or leaving you some lunch to heat up in the fridge

levi is a creature of habit, so on days off, you two have a solid morning and night routine

whenever he has to go out of town for work, he’ll make it up to you tenfold when he gets back with the day spent together doing whatever you’d like and a classy dinner to end the evening

ive said this before and i’ll say it again,, cooking levi. this man can cook a fucking meal and he likes to cook for you

but let me expand on this, you’ll come home after work to be greeted with warm scents flowing throughout the apartment, when you follow the aroma you find levi in a black apron, holding a wooden spoon up to you for a taste

he also has an assortment of expensive kitchen gadgets, he’ll only buy the best vitamix or the best pasta maker

speaking of pasta, if you bring home a box of dried noodles he just might kill you

english isn’t his first language but he speaks it very very well

there are some moments that his french accent slips just a bit, only on certain words

he also curses exclusively in french

he has a tattoo on his chest, its a small line of french text in an elegant cursive font

you’d have never guessed it was his mothers handwriting until he told you

he spends waaaaay too much time comparing the sheet colors to the swatch of the bedroom wall in the middle of the aisle at bed bath and beyond

has a cat room full of cat toys and cat sitting spots for his one cat

hums to himself when he’s cleaning/cooking

you have some pretty nice photos taken of you, but his favorite is the one he snapped of you on accident with his iPhone 9, you’re holding a sprig of flowers out for him to smell, the most genuine smile on your face

he keeps that one framed on his desk

he sleeps on whatever side of the bed that the door is on, sumn about protecting you idk

also he’s a plant dad and a good one at that ok moving on

nsfw modern levi headcanons:

you know how at the beginning of a relationship, both parties are super horny and going at it all the time? well this wasn’t like that

even in a modern setting, levi isn’t the type of guy to sleep around. he thinks of sex as a very intimate act that he isn’t willing to just share with any and everybody

it does take some time and a lot more trust to get him to start opening up to letting you see him in such a vulnerable state

but before he comes around, he will 100% provide for you before he’s comfortable enough with letting you touch him

at the beginning of the relationship (don’t ask me how many dates in, he doesn’t care about a number. only when the time feels right to him) he’ll start to initiate things

one night after a date, he’ll invite you upstairs and into his apartment for the first time

one thing leads to another and the next thing you know he’s dressed all dapper in his grey button up and black slacks with matching jacket as he backs you through his bedroom door, your lips locked and his heel kicking it shut

he sets you down on the bed real gentle before slipping off his light coat and hanging it up in the closet behind him

this time when he takes your lips in his, it’s softer but nonetheless passionate as his hands wander to the hem at the bottom of your blouse

100% asks you for permission before taking it off

you’ll get down to your bare skin while levi is still dressed to the nines, not a hair out of place

body! fucking! worship! He’ll trail kisses across your neck and collar, firm hands gliding over every curve and divot, talking about how pretty you look for him

and you’re just laying there super confused (and really turned on) because most after date hookups are quick and dirty and he’s being super meticulous and really nice????

but then this mf sits back on his heels, still straddling you, heavy breath flooding through his slightly parted lips as he works off his belt

next thing you know your hands are fastened above your head, knees resting on levi’s shoulders, hot breath tickling your lower abdomen

he’ll start with his middle and index finger, slowly pumping in and out of you while he grazes your clit in delicate kisses

you’re squirming in his hands, soft whines indicate to him that you’re desperately itching for more. what would be the fun in just giving it to you though? he’ll tell you to relax, mumbled words sending light vibrations into your sensitive nerves as he continues to drive you up the wall

he won’t play this game forever, he’ll draw the line once you’re practically dripping down his hand. without warning, he laps up your slick with a single swipe of his tongue before settling at your clit, tip of the muscle swirling around your bud

his fingers pick up the pace, the slight bend allowing for him to reach your spongy core, each drive of his hand causes you to buck your hips as small shockwaves ripples from your center to your fingertips. you barely notice the belt tightening around your wrists in the midst of your defiance against it. your thighs involuntarily wrap around his skull, a gesture which only gets him more riled up

It isn’t long until your skin is covered in pin pricks; white, hot pleasure washing over your face as your back arches off the bed, but levi doesn’t relent one bit, teeth and tongue still at work as he guides you through your high

You’re on another planet, so far gone that you don’t even realize he’s already cleaned you up and untied your wrists. He’ll offer a shower and some clothes to sleep in if you want

And he’ll end the night with two cups of hot tea, watching whatever show you put on his netflix

#rennies recs #i am now suffering from levi brainrot help

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offbrandhange · 3 years

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gn everyone, don’t let the manifested fanboy incarnation bite!!!

#he's not bed bugs #he's worse #goodNIGHT!

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offbrandhange · 3 years

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Reblog if it's okay to befriend you, ask questions, ask for advice, rant, vent, let something off your chest, or just have a nice chat.

#:D #tell me how your days been!#or ask me questions #memes are good too I like memes #um uh uhhh yeah you get the point

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AAAA TYSM ALLISON HHHHH,,, everybody go follow @ackermanhoes if you haven’t and read their fics/hcs rn!!! they’re so freaking cute!!!

any other way is so adorable!!! levi as a dad supremacy everybody!!!

what the aot boys would wear to bed is so beautifully detailed,,, like,,, the imagery is just SUPERB.

I can’t wait to read the longer fics too when I have time eheheh

fic recommendations !

hi friends! there are a lot of talented writers on aottumblr, but here are a few of my all time favorite pieces that I remembered to take note of

first off, claire’s ( @starrynightlys ) absolute masterpiece, morning dew. she took every single one of my hopes and dreams into this blurb and I can’t. stop. thinking about it. I already have a massive soft spot for soft levi smut but this. its perfect. it’s just - read it. nsfw!

then there’s the first fic I read by the lovely sorcha ( @deludedimagines ), a rare day off. it’s one of the cutest fluffy levi fics and it’s a cherry on top that she writes him so well.

i’m already sweating thinking about this one.. prove it by ree ( @piecksz ) is one of my favorite jean fics. I happened to stumble upon it after I read dirty money (also phenomenal) and I think angsty, rough jean is my new cup of tea. AND THE READER TOO! SASS QUEEN. I wish I was her. nsfw! modern!au

ah yes, the reason why I followed ren ( @offbrandhange ) in the first place, her wedding day headcanon involving a few of the aot boys is soooo adorable and I literally laughed out loud at these fools antics. definitely read it. nsfw!

as the world caves in by tanny ( @writertitan ) so! damn! good! its a canonverse fic from levi’s point of view involving a reader who works in a lil tavern and its so piney and adorable and soft and just good.

tanny is such a good writer, I could talk about it all day, but I think i’ll just let you read heat for yourself. as I have. many times. nsfw!

aaaaaa this is a good one! see you again by jas ( @jarmeen ) is sooo adorable, I smiled the whole way through. jean is written so well and i definitely didn’t expect the ending. nsfw!

iced tea by mie ( @miekasa ) lives in my head rent. fucking. free. I giggled to myself like a schoolgirl. its so cute and I sometimes read it just for some self indulgence/motivation to get my school work done. college! levi! supremacy!

THIS. bad days by lexa ( @mollyjeepers ) has it all. I loved the self indulgence. I needed the self indulgence. a chef’s kiss to a bad day and im keeping it bookmarked thank you very much. modern!au

do I have to explain this one? its mie ( @miekasa ) and its the levi alphabet. you know its fire.

AAAA BIMBO GIRLFRIEND SUPREMACY. I LOVE IT. bria ( @rekiri ) really blessed us with this one.

#allison!!!#aaaaaaaa!!!!!!#rennies recs

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𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕺𝖈𝖊𝖆𝖓 | Armin Arlert x Reader

You and Armin love each other--you just need to confess before you board that plane.

CW: Angst to Fluff, vivid descriptions of anxiety, soppy cliches, emotional bastards, two idiots in love

Reader Gender: Neutral !

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 1k

a/n - If you’re reading this, I love you! :> Keep pushing through this week! You got this!!!

There was so much he wanted to say, wanted to yell. He never did, though, he never could. His mind rushed, danced, spun in circles and circles, but he couldn’t speak; it was too fast paced for him to keep up with. His heart beat so fast, he could feel the blood that pumped and traveled through his vessels; and yet, with every damned thump that made him swear his body was fully-functional and operational, his breath hitched. His lungs hurt, they stung, with each fall and collapse. Why did his heart work so well, pound so much, if it wasn’t delivering the damn blood to his lungs? Why didn’t they work?

So he watched, he stared, as your form slowly got farther and farther away from him. You weren’t supposed to do that. He wanted you, he needed you, you were leaving him. Why would you do that?

Of course he knew why you’d do that. He knew you had to leave. He knew he couldn’t keep you here, you’d wilt; you needed to bloom, to grow. He wanted the best for you; the only problem was that the best for you wasn’t in his arms. Why wasn’t it in his arms?

Again, he knew why. He knew the answer to all his questions, and yet he asked himself them, over and over; it was a never-ending cycle, one he couldn’t escape. Why was his brain torturing him?

He did it all to himself. It wasn’t his brain, his heart, nor his lungs fault; it was him. He was torturing himself, and he couldn’t see it. Why, oh why, couldn’t Armin see it?

You were one call away.

One sprint away.

One touch away.

You would abandon everything for him, you’d burn that suitcase, you’d burn that plane ticket. There was nothing more that you wanted than to run off and get hitched, to live a fanatical, out-of-bounds teenage-dream with the love of your life. To have a stupidly large white picket-fence suburban house outside the city. To be able to wake up each morning, snuggled right into Armin’s side, the dawn just breaking in through your windows’ blinds. To hear the birds chirp each morning as he made you breakfast in a stupidly cute apron. To flatten, to pat his hair down, with the softest, most loving touch. You would do it, all for him. You were so, so, stupidly, insanely, unbelievably in love with Armin Arlert.

Oh, but why didn’t Armin want you? Did he think of you at night? Did he pretend he could feel your warmth as he cuddled into your imaginary body? Did he remember every spark, every butterfly that danced throughout his being, everytime he hugged you? You were stuck in the same cycle as Arlert; two idiots, dancing around each other, too scared to profess their undying, burning love.

This is the way it would end; you would leave, and he would watch. It was just like him. He never had the confidence, the balls to make that push. You never had the vulnerability, the defencelessness to make that push. Was rejection this painful? More so than never getting your answer?

No.

It wasn’t.

Never in Armin Arlert’s life, did he run faster; Never in his life, did he scream louder. He sprinted to you like a maniac, and for once in his entire, ever-loving life, did he not care what others thought of him; He just wanted you.

Never in your life, did you stop quicker; Never in your life, did you prepare to drop anything and everything at a moment’s second. You didn’t care. You didn’t care anymore, you just wanted to be next to him. To be with him.

Armin’s arms wrapped around your stomach, his head pressing into your neck. His blonde hair tickled slightly, but you were so overwhelmed, so damn overwhelmed, you didn’t mind. His throbbing heart pressed against your back, the tears that flowed down his cheeks were the only things that mattered now.

“Please,” he begged, “Please, don’t go.”

His voice was so relieving, so calming, despite the panic in his voice. It felt like a weight was released from your body, you felt free. You were so happy, so light-headed.

You waited for these words. You needed these words. You wanted to say them yourself, but your head was so screwed silly, that all that escaped your lips was an over-emotional, muffled whine.

Now both of you were breaking down in tears, somehow on the floor of an airport, passionately hugging one another, like you’d never see each other again. Both of your grasps were so tight, so unyielding, but so, so warm. You loved how it felt, you loved him; and he felt the same.

“I love you,” you whispered through sobs and laughs, unsure exactly what you were feeling, there was so much. So many emotions that rushed through your head, your heart.

“You do?” He questioned, looking up for reassurance. His blue eyes were so pretty, his long eyelashes soaked with tears. His cheeks were reddened, and his lips were turned into a pout; all for you, all because he wanted you; only you.

“Yeah,” you laughed while wiping a tear away. “I’ve loved you for so long. For so, freakin’ long, Arlert.”

He smiled at you, making a tiny sniffle as his eyes shut, readjusting his stuffy, blocked-up face, gaining his composure. When he finally did, his eyes opened again, and he looked at you with pure happiness, pure relief; his innocent, kind smile returned. “I love you, too,”

You hugged him again. “More than the ocean?”

He let out a cute, soft, boyish laugh. “More than the ocean.” he paused. “Always.”

So there you were, in the middle of the airport, on the floor...professing your love. It was so cute, yet, so incredibly stupid. Never were there two bigger idiots, two sappy romantics...you’d truly put Romeo and Juliet to shame. If there were any such thing as soulmates, you and Armin Arlert would be it.

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I thought this was cute, in case anyone is interested in five fun facts about me, hhhhhh!

Thanks for the tag, @tuliharja !!! It’s an honor to get to know you!!!!

💕 get to know your mutuals!! when you get this, it means someone wants to know more about you, so list 5 things about yourself you want your followers to know. they can be as simple as your age or as complex as your deepest fear, as long as it’s something you’re comfortable with sharing. when you’re done, send this to 10 people you want to get to know better!! 🥺🌼💕

So five things about me:

1. I have a small “notebook and pen” collection.

2. I have a tendency to be hyperactive and continually ramble.

3. I am lactose intolerant but I love ice cream. 😍

4. I am trying to learn how to play the kalimba these past few days.

5. I am so talkative in the internet yet I can carry a conversation for more than five minutes in real life.

Tagging: @queenoftheknight @therealcozyy @elektrosonix @michiyonakamura @callmeasyouwantidk @heyheysey @anxietyplusultra @mer92 @howcanisey @tatsumakougaofpsss @nagare-and-itsuki-are-my-life10 @chaos-night @anyone who wants to share!!!!!!!

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offbrandhange · 3 years

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hello lovely how are you today? :)

I’m good!!! Tired as always, but good :D

Tysm for asking, ily allison!!! <3

How was your day? :D

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offbrandhange · 3 years

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fr!!!

I love interacting w ppl and talking my ass off, nonnys come our wayyy

❤（っ＾▿＾）!!!

wait

I’m seeing everyone get character anons, that sounds so fun???

if anyone wants, feel free to send some my way or just any anons in general

I think I’m kinda funny, so, uhm, that can be your motivating factor ☠️

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REASSURANCE-E.J.

Pairing: Dilf!Eren Jaeger x Milf!reader

summary: jealousys a bitch but erens determined to use it for his own pleasure.

word count: 4.7k

warning: dark content, semi-public sex, fingering, dom!eren, a bit of dom!reader, breeding kink, degrading kink, creampie. MINORS DNI

all eren jaeger could think about is sex.

how he would take you, the marks he’d leave on you, how he’d want you to be nothing but a whiny mess underneath as he fucks you.

You'd think that after three kids his sex drive would pass but honestly he still seems to amaze you.

you sighed, looking into the passenger's seat mirror as you dabbed some primer onto your hickies. they were pretty vibrant especially since eren had given them to you last night, whining that he just wanted you so bad.

Eren bit his lower lip, trying to conceal his laughter at how you struggled to apply the primer properly. He had one hand on the wheel and another over his mouth, trying to not laugh but it just made it worse.

he reassured you that you shouldn't cover it up, wanting everyone to see his 'beautiful masterpiece'. you just rolled your eyes, that being another reason to cover it.

of course you didn't mind, I mean the sex is fucking great. but you had too much to worry about like your kids, your job, your health and sex just isn't a priority for the moment.

so thats why you both decided to drive to the shore for the weekend with your friends. sasha practically begged you to come, saying that she missed you eagerly and so did the others. so you did, realizing this was the perfect opportunity to have some distance from your kids and relax a bit.

you take the sunblock out of your bag, standing up from your chair as you asked Eren to put some on your back.

Eren took the sunblock and started rubbing it on your back, the cool cream making you shiver a bit. you seem to lose your senses, throwing your head back against his shoulder, enjoying the mix of the hot sun and the cool essence on your skin. so relaxing and simple.

Eren then removed his hands from your back, taking them everywhere else. first your shoulders, then your neck, and onto your thighs. he then went to your stomach and started sliding down as they rested right above the swimsuit line. He just held you like that, his head resting on your shoulder as his breath was the only thing you could focus on.

"you look so pretty in your little bathing suit" he whispered, a bit of a teasing tone in his voice. you hummed as a response, smiling a bit as he kissed your shoulder.

his hands started to go lower and lower until he was mere inches from your cunt. you closed your eyes, taking in a breath as you bit your bottom lip. you knew what he wanted and what he was doing and honestly you were so lost in this feeling that you couldn't think properly. he continued, his hand sliding down your bottoms as they rested above your cunt.

"hm, you seem a bit hot baby or am I just doing you that good?" he taunted you, feeling a smirk spread on his face. you groaned, his words more deeper than you thought.

Eren was right, he was doing you so good, even though he wasn't doing anything at all. even if you were exhausted from everything spiraling in your life, you still wanted him. even though you both were at a public beach with hundreds of people, you probably would of let him have his way with you right there and then.

You sigh, then taking his hand as you removed it from your figure. you turn and cross your arms, shaking your head at his actions. he smiled innocently, then wrapping his arms around you and pressing your head against his chest.

"c'mon honey, i'm just teasing you" he says as he kisses your forehead. "you used to cum so fast back then when I would tease you."

you push yourself out of his embrace, punching him in the chest as he starts to laugh. you roll your eyes, his joking demeanor starting to give you a headache, just going to sit in your beach chair and ignoring him.

eren then pleaded you to go into the ocean with him and the others. you just shook your head, enjoying the hot sun as you sat back. he understands, then taking off his shirt as he stayed in nothing but his swim-shorts.

you couldn't help but stare, his figure leaving you speechless. the once skinny teenager has changed a lot over the years. Eren still had his muscular build, a bit more meat on his sides. sweat dripped down his toned body, glistening in the sunlight. His sun-kissed tan made his physical features stand out more as he stood in front of you. your eyes narrowed a bit as his v-line was visible, licking your lips as you stared a bit too long. he flexed a bit of the muscles on his arms, as he ruffled his hair, annoyed from the heat.

“you see something you like, sweetheart?” he teases, finally breaking you out of your trance

you click your tongue against your teeth, a slight scoff coming out as you leaned back and continued reading your magazine. eren took that as his sign to leave, bending down to kiss your cheek as he starts walking down to the ocean with the others.

once he was gone, you just looked at him from a distance. he was still breathtaking. He wasn't the young, babyface teenager you knew anymore. It was like time had passed too fast and everything was moving too quickly. you weren’t complaining, you loved him no matter what. you smiled softly to yourself as you watched him laugh with the others, his sweet aura making your heart melt.

you then were brought to reality, watching the scene unfold in front of you. there stood a couple girls, around the age of college students. they walked up to eren and the other men in your group, all smiling at them and friendly. maybe a little too friendly.

you couldnt help but feel a sharp pain in your chest, your bright atmosphere turning cold. you leaned forward trying to get a better view of what was happening. the girls started to giggle, moving closer to eren. eren of course didn't think to much of it, smiling back as they continued to talk.

you weren't much of a green eyed monster but damn were you just livid. it wasn't like he couldn’t talk to other women its just you couldn't help but feel a bit insecure.

you cringed, shaking your head as you leaned back in your chair and tried to distract yourself with the magazine. it didn't really help at all. your mind was racing with thoughts, all about you. you've changed alot since giving birth, not only physically but mentally.

you felt guilty, realizing that its probably your fault. all you cared about were your kids and trying to spend as much time with them as possible. it led to you neglecting eren a bit for the last couple years, not remembering the last time you both embraced before the night before.

you gripped the sides of your magazines, groaning as you laid back, covering your face with it as you tried to shake these thoughts out. you realized this was gonna be a long weekend.

you spent most of the weekend ignoring eren. when you guys would go out, you tried to distract yourself by talking to sasha and mikasa. even sitting next to armin during dinner and trying to engulf yourself in his conversations. it was stupid and so teenage-like but thats what jealousy does to you.

you sighed, sitting back inside the hot tub in the house that you all rented. eren and the others had left to go see some show on the beach. you lied saying you felt sick, eren giving you a confused expression as he watched you rub your stomach in pain.

you cringe again, realizing how pathetic that was. he obviously saw through your little skit, but didn't think much of it, or at least you hoped. you just leaned back, letting the warm water relax you as you try to keep your thoughts at bay.

“There you are, i've been looking all over for you!”

you bring your head up, eren's figure leaning against the hot tub. you raise a brow wondering what he was doing here as he left at least half an hour ago. you sigh, then leaning your head back as you stared up at the sky.

you really didnt want to be alone with eren as fucked up as it sounds. this whole weekend was for the two of you to get away and have some fun together. but your emotions were getting the best of you, a heat of anger and jealousy eating your heart out.

“What is it?” you asked, a tone of annoyance in your voice. you knew it wasn't his fault but you didn't care, hoping he would just go away.

"nothing, just wanted to join you" he responds, then taking off his shirt. you tried to keep your eyes up, the temptation to see eren strip starting to get to you. you felt the water move a bit as eren entered and started moving towards you.

Eren gets a bit close, then towering over you. he bends down a bit where hes mere inches away from your face. he wraps his arms around your body, bringing his head to your chest. you still looked up, your arms to your sides.he starts kissing your collarbones, then up to your shoulders, and finally your neck. you felt your body heat a bit, this sensation all being too much.

"i'm sorry I was teasing you to much the other day" he whispers in your neck, then resting there for a second. you started to breathe slow, not knowing what to say. you just hum as a response, leaning back again. it was silent for a second or maybe too long as you both just laid there.

“what the hell is your problem?” he snapped, his once warm presence now turning cold. He gripped your shoulders as he stared down at you, a face filled with confusion.

"what?" you respond, ignoring his eyes as you tried to look the other way, knowing if you looked at him he probably would know whats wrong.

"don't play cute y/n, you've been ignoring me all weekend." he scoffs, letting go of his grasp on you as he stood there with crossed arms. it was like he was questioning you, trying to guilt you with only his expressions. eren wasn't an idiot, in fact he was too smart for his own good. you gulped, realizing you were trapped.

"God it's nothing. why do you make a big deal out of everything?" you respond, standing up so there was a power between you too. the cool air hit you, causing you to shiver a bit. you held it in, not wanting eren's anger to get the best of you.

"so I can’t care for my wife's feelings now?" he spats a bit harshly.

"its not that" you started, "can we just drop this?"

you tried to turn, then feeling eren's grasp on your wrist. he turned you so you were facing him, his grip tighter on you. you winced, asking him to let you go. his grip just became tighter, gritting his teeth a bit as he just stares down at him.

"eren stop it!" you cry, then pulling your arm back as he shakes his head, not knowing what got over him. he just stares at you and then your wrist and gasps, finally realizing what he's done. you rub your wrist, wincing a bit as it ache.

"y/n i'm sorry" he started, then coming forward to you again. "seeing you act this way makes me worried and I shouldn't have pressured you, i'm sorry."

you sat back against the tub, looking down as you didn't know how to respond. that feeling of guilt creeped back in you, realizing that you couldn't escape this feeling. no matter what you did or how you felt, it controlled you like it always has. has you wrapped around in its little web, just waiting to devour you and tear everything apart.

"no i'm sorry." you sigh, realizing you couldn't run from it anymore. "I was just jealous of how those girls were flirting with you at the beach a couple days ago. I guess it just overwhelmed me.

silence, pure crisp silence overtook the air. the bubbles in the tub and the wind was the only evident sound. you sighed, a free feeling of not having to hold you feeling on your shoulder.

“fuck, is this what it's about!" Eren groans, then scoffing as he rolled his eyes at you. you felt everything break apart, anger starting to boil in your stomach.

“Jesus y/n, you’re always the jealous type” he continued, crossing his arms as he looked at you with annoyance. you had enough, standing up and walking towards him. you looked at him, a glare set on your face. if looks could kill, eren would have already been dead.

"and you're still a stupid idiot who only thinks with their dick" you spat back, hands balled into fists. "god this is so pointless!"

you move around him, trying to get out of the tub. so pointless, so ignorant. eren cared about nothing but himself and his own pleasures, and you've had enough of it.

you felt his grasp on you again, stopping you in your tracks. you just stayed like that, wondering what he was going to do next. he pulls you back, where your body was against his. he let go of his grasp on your wrist, wrapping his arm around your waist. you felt his breathe on your neck, causing you to shiver a bit.

“were you always that hot when you're jealous?” he whispers, pulling you closer. you felt his erection start to grow against your ass, and poke you gently. you felt heated, pulling his arm away from your body and turning to him.

“why cant you take anything serious eren” you burst, just staring up on him. he looks at you dumbfounded, shocked at your recent outburst. you roll your eyes then turning your back to him.

"y/n say it again"

you felt his presence behind you, then turning so you bumped into his chest. he put his arm behind you, pulling you in closer in his chest.

"what?" you ask, your head running around with thoughts, wondering what he would say next.

"degrade me baby, I wanna hear how angry you are at me" his voice shakes a bit, shivering as he held you closer. In his grasp you gasped, feeling a bit of his erect cock by your stomach. he was actually turned on?

“c'mon y/n you know you like it.”

you did, you really did. you didn't want to admit it. eren would turn cocky if you whimpered that you wanted more. but you did, you wanted him.

“Eren-"

“If you don’t like then why are you still here?” he prompted, then he took one of his hands, bringing them down to the end of your bathing suit, bringing it to the side so your bare cunt was visible. you gasp, feeling some of his fingers by the entrance of your cunt, biting down on your lip a bit as it made you lose you train of thoughts.

‘damn you’re so wet, like it when i make you angry, huh?”

you gasp again, whimpering in his chest. his fingertips were by your entrance, gently moving it around. he then started slow, bringing his finger in. your walls clench around his finger, as he continued. he then found your sweet spot, starting to rub on it.

you moan against his chest, gripping his shoulder. you felt his smug smile a bit against his chest. he continues, taking his other hand down from your waist and to your ass. he squeezes it a bit, another small moan escaping your lips.

“Its miserable seeing you like this, so how about you open those legs for me?"

you nodded, whining again as he continued with your sweet spot. he then removed his finger, a bit wet from being inside you. he brings it to his lips, taking a slight lick. he moans, then brings it to your lips. you open your mouth and taking in a bit of your taste.he swirls his finger inside your mouth, sliding it down your tongue then taking it out. he smirks and then removes his finger, picking you up and placing you to the end of the tub.

"just let me care for you, okay." he whispers into your ear, his once dominating behavior now turned soft. you nod your head as he smiles down at you, then moving his head down to kiss you. as he does his hands roam to your back, connecting to the straps of your top. he tries getting it off you, impatient as your focus was only on his lips.

he stops. "fuck, y/n, take it off, now!" his voice was impatient, just wanting you to be bare on the spot. you felt yourself turning hot as your hands were off him, and trying to take off your top.

the cool air hit your tits, making your nipples harden. Eren licked his lips, sucking in a breath as the sight made his cock twitch. you look away shyly, his expression starting to have effect on you. he cups one of your tits in his hand, rubbing his thumb over your bare nipple. you squirm, gripping his shoulder as his movements made you squirm some more. Eren smirked, pressing his thumb against your nipple as you whined that it hurts.

he lets go, then stepping back as his hands went to his shorts. he smirks up at you again, keeping his eye contact on you. you gulp, realizing what he was doing. he started sliding his shorts down, his bare cock slowly becoming visible. it slapped against him, then falling out. he lifted his legs as he took his shorts off, then throwing them to the side.

your mouth started to water, then feeling your pussy tingle. you start to imagine what he would do to you and how good he would make you feel. even though you've slept with eren like a million times, you never get tired of how good he does you.

He was suddenly in front of you again, his right hand grasping your face. his hand covered most of your mouth, squishing it together as you felt his fingers tighten around your jaw. he brings your face up with force, so you were looking at him and only him.

"eyes up here, sweetheart." he tilts his head, a cocky demeanor on his face as he cocked a brow. he clicks his tongue, looking down at you with a strong gaze, realizing he has you in his full control. "you know I love you, right?"

you gulp again, just staring up at him. his expression, his grasp, his naked figure. it was just too much. you couldn't reply, too stunned by his antics.

“Do I have to prove it to you?”

eren brings his other hand down, sliding your swim shorts down. he looks up at you, as if asking if he could continue. You move back, taking your shorts off immediately and throwing them outside the tub. He licks his lips again, staring down your pussy. He takes one of his fingers in, tilting his head a bit.

you whine again, gripping the sides of his arms. Eren smirks, not caring how whiny you sounded. He went in and out without a care. you were a whimpering mess, your nails starting to dig deep in his arms. your cunt was tightening around his finger, causing him to groan. he entered another finger, then a third. he eventually moved his fingers against your sweet spot.

"ah fuck-eren"

your words sent him over the edge, seeing his erection start to grow. you weren't gonna last and he didn't want you finish before he could really have his way with you. he sighed, then moving his fingers out of your cunt as you whine again.

"alright, thats enough, how about we have some real fun."

you smile groggily at him, panting as he starts to move back again. he takes his cock in one of his hands, gripping your shoulder with the other. he pounds it for a few moments, his grasp on your shoulder tightening. you bit your lip, loving how eren's face started to crumble, his dominating presence turning whiny as he moans.

he moves up again, setting himself at your entrance. he looks down at you, an expression that is asking for your permission. you take his arm and bring him closer, taking your other hand putting it behind his neck, rubbing small circles on his hair.

fuck he loves it when you do that. you do it whenever he's stressed from something or even when he needs reassurance, always calming him down. you always know how to make him feel better.

"say it, I wanna hear how you hate me, how bad i've been, god y/n"

you remembered his words from earlier. 'degrade me baby'. It was crazy, you knew eren most of your life and he never once showed this side of him. you didn't understand how you could do that, say something awful to the person you loved.

you didn't hate it though, his words making you feel something you never felt before. control. power.dominance. it was all in your hands, one word and eren would bend in your control, never once making you feel smaller and you just knew it.

“fuck, you’re pathetic, always wanting to fuck me so you can run away from your problems”

he whimpered, starting to crumble from your words. he then slowly entered himself in you, causing you to lose you train of thought again. his grasp on your hips was tightening, sure that it would leave a bruise on there as he was starting to move his hips against yours. you panted, starting to lose your control on him. no, not this time. you were in control and you were going to make sure he remembered it.

“i hate how you cum so fast eren, its like you don’t even try with me anymore”

he whimpered again, a small cry leaving his lips. he pushed himself forward so his head was against your shoulder, biting down on it. you cried out his name, the pain vibrating in that one spot. it stung so much you were lost in your thoughts, not knowing what to say next.

"fuck-i'm not gonna last!" he panted, his movements speeding up. you were lost for words, his cock taking you so well.

“God eren you can’t just spill it in here!”

he was gritting his teeth, closing his eyes a bit as he panted softly. he didnt respond for a few moments, just continuing to thrust in you.

“Then i’ll just have to come inside you"

Eren smirked, your panted expression dancing in his eyes. you control your expression, looking at him confused. he quickly brought himself out of you, his actions too fast that you couldn’t react. He gripped your hips again and started picking you up and bringing you down into the water. your feet met the ground then a second later being turned and pushed against the end of the tub.

Eren laid you forward, so your head was sprawled at the end of the tub and your body hanged inside. he gripped your hips again, bringing your ass against him and feeling his hardened cock against you. He then positioned himself in front of your throbbing cunt, thrusting himself inside you as a scream left your mouth.

His hands found their way to your throat and then to your jaw, cuffing it for a second. his fingers then met your lips next, pinching them in between his fingers as he tried to silence one of your moans. he then went back down to your throat, squeezing it a bit. you ironically moaned again, then feeling him bring your head back. your head leaned against his chest, his breath fanning your face. he leaned down, kissing you and smiling a bit into the kiss. you smile softly, then moaning again as he thrusted back in.

“Your pussys gonna look so good filled with me, i'm gonna fill you up so good baby"

you nodded silently, not being able to respond back. Eren let go of your throat then pushing you back down so your face was against the surface. your head was pushed back and forth with each thrust, causing tears to form in your eyes.

you looked back at him, his face mixed with pleasure, his adams apple bobbing up and down as he groaned a 'fuck' or 'baby' in between your name. you smiled, letting him continue as you looked forward, gripping the end of the tub as he continued with his thrusts.

"ah fuck-I really want another kid."

"what?' you breathed stunned, his words bringing your head back as he hit another sweet spot, making you wail a bit as tears started to fall down your cheeks.

"I said," stopping for a moment as he brought his head down and kissed your lips. he licked your bottom lip then biting it as he brought himself back up. "i'm gonna fuck another kid in you, hows that sound?"

you nodded your head, then gripping his hand by your side as you smiled shyly back at him.

"I need your words"

all that could fall out was yes, then again and again as your words turned into wails.

“thats my girl”

his words started the hot pit of tightness in your stomach. you were close, too close. Eren continued, his cock rubbing by your clit, making you lose control. you felt the knot start to untangle, starting to grow drowsy.

You closed your eyes, clenching around him one more time as you came on his cock, feeling the fluids start to drip down your inner thighs and into the water. a white flash took over your eyes, all that pant up pleasure overtaking you.

eren didn't seem to be slowing down, continuing to thrust inside you. you turn your head back, your eyes still flashed with whiteness from your orgasm. your gaze has hazy, as you watch eren shut his eyes tight and his grip still on your body. his thrusts started to slow, skin to skin filling the cool air. he then growled your name feeling his fluids fill you up, as he started to slow down. He continued against you his movements now sloppy.

he finally stopped, then panting slowly. he let go of his grasp on you, exiting your cunt again. he leaned back beside you, cocking his head as he watched the fluids slide down your thighs. he licks his thumb, then bringing it to your inner thighs. you shiver, as you feel him bring the cum back up to your cunt, keeping his thumb there longer than usual.

"might be useful" he coos, as he gazes upon you. you smile and so did he as he let his finger go, throwing his arms over you and bringing you closer to him.

your head rested on his chest as his fingers drew circles on his back. you continued to pant, trying to catch your breath in his chest. he was warm, and you couldn't help but feel drowsy again.

"i'm sorry" you start, then drawing circles on his chest. Eren brought his hand back and cuffed your jaw so you looked up at him. he kissed you, more passionately this time as he just kept his hands on your jaw and no where else. you both smiled into the kiss, then he brought himself back and started to run his thumb against your cheek with care.

"No, i'm sorry" he responds, just staring down at you like that. you couldn't help but stare into his eyes, so old but so passionate. the old eren was still there, the sweet boy you've always loved. he would never hurt you, but love you. "lets not fight again, please"

you nodded, just staying in his arms a bit longer. it was ike that for a while, slowly closing your eyes as you almost started to fall asleep. They widened again, remembering the rest of the group could be home any moment. you reassured eren that you both had to clean up fast, him groaning that he was too tired.

"maybe if we clean up fast enough, i'll let you have your way with me again”

Eren smiled, going down to kiss you.

"Oh you know me to well, baby”

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offbrandhange · 3 years

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wait

I’m seeing everyone get character anons, that sounds so fun???

if anyone wants, feel free to send some my way or just any anons in general

I think I’m kinda funny, so, uhm, that can be your motivating factor ☠️

#fr tho aot boy anons??? come my way???#ah ha ha #do i sound desperate #i think i sound desperate #uh oh spaghettios #ok goodnight I am delirious

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offbrandhange · 3 years

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I just wanna say thank you so much everyone for all the love !!! I still can’t believe it’s gotten 1k+ notes !!! I love you all !!! ╰(´꒳`)╯ <3

Wedding Day ! | 𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘

! Slight NSFW !

Warnings: Alcohol, mentions of sex, pregnancy. Fem ! reader.

Majority of this is fluff, but there are mentions of !BEEP! sooo yeah.

Characters: Armin, Eren, Erwin, Jean, Levi

a/n: I have to take my SAT tomorrow, please wish your girl good luck for those sweet, sweet good grades….

𝕬𝖗𝖒𝖎𝖓 𝕬𝖗𝖑𝖊𝖗𝖙 ~

Helps you plan the wedding and possibly loves it even more than you do. He’s a sucker for quality time.

Armin would prefer a small or medium-sized wedding. If you want a large wedding though, there’s no way he’s holding you back from having it.

100% a beach wedding. No doubt.

The venue is BEAUTIFUL. Spent countless nights researching and visiting places to make sure you got the best.

Eren is chosen as the best man, although Armin feels guilty for having to pick only one out of all his friends.

On the day of the wedding, Armin is a panicking mess. Eren and Jean literally have to give him a pep talk before he goes to stand at the alter.

Practiced deep breathing techniques before the wedding. Unfortunately, they aren’t working.

When you finally walk down the isle, Armin starts crying softly. Eren put his hand on his shoulder to comfort him……which just made him sob harder. He cried multiple times during the wedding.

Your wedding rings are the set his grandfather and grandmother shared :’)

Specifically told the bartender not to serve Connie and Sasha more than 3 drinks. He doesn’t trust them making their own alcohol-related decisions at his wedding.

Armin isn’t a dancer but….he practiced how to slow dance just for you.

Shy at first when it comes to the more fast-paced dancing, but Jean coaxes him into it, and he ends up having a lot of fun.

The speeches are so nice!!! But mostly because Armin asked Mikasa to read them over before hand to make sure they were okay.

After the wedding ends and everyone has left, you and Armin sit and watch the waves at night.

NSFW below !

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offbrandhange · 3 years

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holy shit this is so freaking good!!! I love the creepy aspect at the end!!!

blossom tears.

featuring levi ackerman.

content: angst, obsessive behavior and mention of mental illness, implication of murder, character’s death.

word count: 1,2k

She was the sun, he was the moon. Winter to her summer, stars to her skies, bringing bright colors to her immaculate canvas, chasing the demons haunting her nights. A tale of innocence, in which two lost souls meet under the milky way — in a distant, far way place. Isn’t it pretty, the flame of love, flickering and shining bright in the darkest places ? Isn’t it lovely, the glow of purity, surrounding the both of them, powerful shield of the perfect little life they were sharing ?

She loves me, she loves me not. I pick the flower petals as I endlessly cry, floor drenched in a sea of tears. Fear, jealousy, anger — Devouring him alive, crushing his heart and preventing him from breathing, deprived of air and safety. Consumed by an insatiable pain, angel turning demon, mischievous thoughts filling his mind as he desperately tries to hold onto the thin string keeping him away from falling into the realm of insanity.

Was it all a lie ? Were did her sincerity go ? Was she really visiting her mother ? What takes her so long, why is she leaving him all alone by himself, at the mercy of his twister imagination ? She should have known, maybe it was all her fault, after all — She should have sworn she wasn’t doing anything wrong more often. She would have stayed by his side all the time, always in his sight, to soothe his sick heart and corrupted mind.

Each petal that has fallen seems like us, making my heart ache. He remembers that terrible night. Of course she left, the cruel serpent, venomous creature. She waited for him to go outside, and it was his mistake. He brought flowers, red and beautiful roses, the ones she loved so dearly, only to be met by an empty apartment, and the fear and anger rushing through his veins. Glass shattered, shards covering the floor as the cries he let out would give the stronger souls goosebumps.

That night, she was just late. She got home thirty minutes after because of the heavy traffic, far from what he initially thought. He didn’t scream, he didn’t show any sign if anger, arms wrapping around her waist, embracing her as he miserably stands there, valleys of tears digging into the cold skin of his cheeks. She knew what she got herself into the second he started to reveal himself fully, angel in disguise, adorning the mask of innocence. Yet, she couldn’t bear with the thought of leaving him and starts a new life — It has always been the both of them.

Why couldn’t he trust her ? Why would he always seem so suspicious, unable to understand her words, as if she was speaking a foreign language ? Something was wrong, but it didn’t have to be him — No, it couldn’t be him. She was too beautiful, too gentle, too caring and too nice. She had to have something to hide, a betrayal. Maybe she cheated on him : Of course, it had to be such an horrifying truth. No one, in this planet, can be so close to perfection without having to hide a dark side. I loved you but now I hate you, that’s the one reason no one can understand.

How can love turn into hatred ? How can passion turn into agony ? The more he saw her, the more he despised her. Avoiding her, never looking up, staying silent. Maybe, if he couldn’t handle to love her, he could hate her. Maybe it would be easier, maybe things are supposed to be this way. But why does it hurt when she’s not around anymore, crying in the bedroom and hopelessly begging for a glance, or a simple word ?

Pushing her away, hissing and threatening, her scent felt intoxicating, trying to kill him relentlessly, stabbing his heart and pulling the strings of his puppet-like body. She drove him insane, how couldn't she see that ? It had to be the purpose behind it all, pushing him over the edge, to flee away with an other. He was blind not to see through her little game all along.

The thought of her leaving with an other man made him sick, hands turning into fists and anger filling his entire body. No, she had to stay there. He couldn’t let her go away. I’m sorry for the painful times, I won’t lose you again. The countless words of love he had whispered, the promises he had broken, shattered and vanished. The solution was right here, right before his empty eyes for all this time. How could he be so clueless about something so clear and obvious ? Thanks God, she was still there, and he knows how to handle this terrible situation, heart swollen with relief and ghost of a smile stretching his lips.

She looks so peaceful, so beautiful with the light makeup and dress he made just for her, eyes drowning in his, standing still in the middle of the room. She was a sight — Peaceful, easing the pain, freeing him of all his fears. From now on, he was sure she will remain his until he gives his last breath. No one could get her away from him, and no man would ever touch this porcelain-skin of hers.

And now, let’s never grow apart. Carefully, as if he was holding the eighth wonder of this world, his grip tightens, slowly bringing the jar made of glass to his chest, heart beating smooth and calm. It’s a beautiful yet simple ornament, containing a crimson item on the inside, fascinating and confusing at the same time. Eyes half closed, his cheek resting on top of the jar, he hums softly, hugging in his arms, the lifeless heart of the only soul he has ever loved.

She was the most valuable item of his collection, doll made of flesh and blood, shimmering jewel to his crown. A white and innocent-looking pill was all it took for him to find peace, after all this time. The anger was gone, never did he feel so peaceful, eyes filled with admiration and fascination the work of his twisted mind.

#rennies recs

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offbrandhange · 3 years

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𝕾𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖓, 𝖕𝖚𝖋𝖋𝖞, 𝕽𝖊𝖉 | sub! Levi x Reader

your average, good ol’ levi smut.

CW: NSFW, biting, bleeding, rough sex, no protection, needy/soft levi

Reader Gender: Neutral! As long as you got a hole in the back, front, or both you’re good to go ☠️

a/n: this is a repost bc I’m pretty sure the first post had banned tags, so my apologiesss

NSFW below v

His lips looked so swollen, so puffy, so red, so eager for your mouth to return on his, devouring him, inch by inch. His jaw, held by your delicate fingers, squeezed his imperfect skin so hard, so rough, so cruel, that it squished and squeezed under your touch; and yet, his eyes still screamed for more. “Touch me,” he cried so sickeningly sweet, “touch me more.”

“That’s what you want?” your fingers now slowly sliding down to his neck, only slightly alleviating the pressure you released. Your back was arched, hovering over him, while his cute little mouth let out small huffs, and every so often, the skin from his chest softly, desperately, teased itself against yours as it rose and fell, lungs rising and collapsing.

He said nothing, eager to toy with you as much as you were with him, and so his rough, calloused fingers pushed inside your already lubed hole, fucking you with slender, hard digits.

You smiled at him, pulling yourself up so that all your weight rested on your knees. “My pretty boy learns so fast,” your hand ran back up his jaw, parting his lips, resting your thumb on his bottom canine, pushing into the sharpened tooth; you began to bleed as his fingers pushed deeper, and deeper inside you. “You’re working so hard for it, aren’t you? My pretty baby.”

This time, he exhaled as a response, slowly sliding his tightened fingers above and below the tip of his penis. Above, and below, above and below, above and below; Again, and again. “You’re so,” Levi spoke, your heartbeats beginning to sync, breathing becoming so harsh it started to hurt your lungs, and with a heavy puff, he finished his sentence. “You’re so beautiful.”

His comment sent electricity throughout your body, a heat twinging within, and with that, you lost control of your emotions; quickly pushing his hand down the base of his cock, placing your hand atop his own, and then sliding down onto him, the two of you were now connected. He groaned, slightly whining as his normally deep voice jumped a pitch from the surprise; you felt him harden even more inside you, blood rushing, veins emerging. Up then down, up then down, up then down, the cycle repeats, and with each slap against one another’s skin, both of you began to look so lost; so dazed.

“Fuck me, Levi.” you commanded, biting down into the boy’s shoulder, and rapidly, he began to violently thrust his entire length into your tight, unyielding embrace; you watched as his muscles strained and contracted, body shaking under you, sweat dripping down his scarred skin.

Levi grunted again, then muttered, “I am.” and continued his quickened pace. “I’m going to, going to cum…”

“Then, cum.” you panted, grinding into his thrusts, moving your lower half in smooth rhythms. “Cum for me, pretty boy.” you whispered, using your wet tongue to lick a line up the edge of his ear. “I’m close too.”

Your breath on his ear made him sigh, and suddenly, his arms gripped your ass with strength like no other; ruthlessly pounding and grinding into you, shooting his seed deep, letting his fluids mix with your own; for a germaphobe like him, this act was the most sincere, dirty way for him to devote himself to you.

Soon after, you hit your high too, watching as his distraught form tried to regain his composure, heaving and huffing underneath your body, playing with your sensitive region in order to help.

And once you did, you flopped ontop of his sturdy form; your warm skin touched, mixing each others sweat, just before you murmured a soft, “I love you, Levi.”

His hand came to the top of your head as you leaned flat against his chest, petting and smoothing down your tousled hair. “I love you too.”

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oh my god this is fucking amazing

TEAR YOU APART. [eren jaeger]

based on this song: tear you apart by she wants revenge

rating: nsfw/smut. angst. dark content

words: 12.0K

pairing(s): eren jaeger x f!reader

on the nature of daylight’s armin x reader, jean x reader, mentions of reiner x reader, mentions of niccolo x reader

summary: armin arlert thinks it’s time to finish this never ending game between famous rivals; you and eren. eren has a plan tonight, it starts right after you show up at the club with jean kirstein.

enemies to lovers + corruption kink + manipulation + blood + violent themes + predatory behaviors + mlm + fingering + semi-public sex + mutual pining + sensual sex

TEAR YOU APART.

Eren Jaeger wants to ruin you since the day he first saw you. First, he wanted to ruin your innocence, the innocence that you lost it under the strange bodies normally you wouldn't even lay a hand on; if he sticks with that poor description of the word. Then his wants became more feral, wilder until the only thing he wants became ruining the ones who had a chance to ruin you before him.

He had this ability to make himself believe anything he wants. And it was more dangerous than the ability of lying to the other ones. Because those lies he told himself for a long time was nothing but gasoline to his burning emotions. It all started with she didn't want to reject you. Now those lies to himself were more like make her crawl to you on her all fours. You are going to reject her. Not before, not after.

Did he really have that power to do that if you look at him under your lashes with those eyes he wanted to see how they roll to the back of your skull when he finally fucks you dumb? While even the thought of it was making him hard, would he be able to stop you if you palm his erection through his pants?

In the rented club for one of the parties of your college, Eren was bored when his pretty little devil wasn't around. He was missing those smart answers you give him with that daring look on your face, he was missing the scent of yours that he was able to steal from the air that surrounds you. Maybe he was missing it too much after some time he couldn't even watch the door to see how you were going step in. How you were going to catch Eren Jaeger's very precious attention and be pretty stubborn about not giving it back until he puts his head on his pillow. He was lying again, like he wasn't aware of the existence of those long nights you have danced on his blank ceiling; naked, limbs tangled with his.

The blond boy sitting next to Eren already knew that he was not listening to him, Armin only needed to look once at the bulge on his friend's pants to know that what was he thinking about; or who, to be specific.

"Why don't you think about that roommate of yours instead of her, Armin?" Eren speaks calmly. Eyes never leaving the door, they only meet with the intense blue ones once to make sure he sees the humiliation in them. It's enough to lit a flame in Armin, however he looks relax from a distance, knees apart just like Eren's on his seat. "Don't you dare to get obsessed with my fucking enemy. Maybe you should see that roommate under the daylight more— aren't you sick of watching her sleep, hm?"

Eren throws the bite. Armin takes it, aggressively. "At least i don't think about my enemy while fucking my fist, Eren. Next time you decide to masturbate in my apartment, maybe you should try to muffle your moans."

Eren only gives a side eye to his friend, there's a trace of a frown on his thick brows. It's not enough to say he's angry, however Armin can sense it very well. He can smell it on the air.

Armin was the witness of this game between you two just like anyone else around you. It was never boring to watch, to be honest. All those things you did to break each other. It was the most gentle type of violence, a sharp pain that you both like how it hurts. Just like the slap you gave Eren on the campus when he called you whore, just before your witty guess about his fantasies in bed which you were right even you've never been in that place before. It's just frustrating now, even for the ones who only watch it.

The more game got bigger, also the prize. You and Eren Jaeger held the attention as enemies that any other couple couldn't hold. Even in your verbal fights, there's a hue surrounds you, it's passion. And people know they can't even have it in their loving relationships. Some of them hate you because of that, not more than you hate each other.

Armin remembers how Connie cheekily said that 'Last night i was so lazy to search for porn so i just imagined you two fucking.' in one of your game nights together. No one is able to hold charming german's collar in their hands other than you. Armin is smart enough to know that so he won't even try to hold it himself to drag him at your door. He has other plans as he wait for you to show up. He knows that you won't miss a chance to annoy Eren Jaeger, to make him burn with anger. The thing you don't know, Armin hid from you, is that you are going to burn with him together. You both are soaked with gasoline.

"As i said, Eren— i am a good friend. If you don't end this soon i will call her and—"

Eren cuts him. A small huff escapes from his mouth. "And what? Are you gonna invite her to your tea party and talk about me?"

Armin is pretty calm the next time he parts his lips, he gives a very good view to the ones who watch the two of them while they were smiling like that. "No. I will fuck her until i hear your name from her mouth— i already said that, Eren. I heard the guy she was hanging out with, they were arguing because she couldn't hold her pretty little mouth while he— ah, please, look at your face! even hearing it makes you so damn mad. It's hilarious. I just want to see my best friend fucking the girl he imagines when he fucks the other ones."

"The hilarious thing is you think she will let you to fuck her. Also— how cruel are you? Weren't you the one who stood me up just to ruin the date of your roommate? But you are free to fuck anyone you want, eh?" Armin can see that Eren's control is shattering. He smiles softly as he leans over the face of his best friend.

"This is the difference between us, Eren. You see, i want to ruin everything except her, my pretty baby. I know she will live her life with me. But you- oh you want to ruin nothing but her, Eren. I can see it in your jealous eyes every time you watch her like she is your fucking prey. Let me be kind and be the one who tells you this; you are her prey. Look at you—" Armin laughs, it makes Eren feel humiliated for the first time in that night.

"You belong to her. However you are a one lucky bastard; she also belongs to you, following you like a lost puppy with small steps after yours that you can't even realize, they are so featherly and scared. Like a swan." Armin only stops for a moment, he checks the new message on his phone, Eren can't see. "You want to ruin her, yeah? Start with this image she created for herself— for you, to be exact. Under her skin, she has you. She is full of you."

In that moment you walk in with bold, loud steps as your heeled boots leave thuds behind them. The opposite of the description of Armin Arlert’s. However this time Eren Jaeger can see the exact meaning behind Armin's words, for a one moment you look lost while your eyes are searching the new place. Eren knows you are searching for him, curious eyes glow under the bright lights until they find him.

You lick your lips as you try to hide a smile. Eren smirks but can't understand why, until he sees the figure next to you. That fucking tall figure he knows who it belongs to as soon as he sees that leather jacket. It's Jean Kirstein.

Armin's melodic laugh cuts the tension between you two, Eren can see Jean is leading you to a seat where he can pull you in his damn lap. "She is my favorite." He purrs.

Eren's eyes glow with anger as he turns to him. "What? She plays with you like a puppet in your own game. Perfect." He teases. Eren stays quiet, in that moment Armin leaves him alone with his thoughts, with the torture that just began.

Eren tries to remind himself that small moment of time when your eyes searched for him, it's the only thing that glues him on his seat. That stops him from pulling a girl on his lap just the way Jean did it for you. Eren can understand it even with comparing your body language with you use next to Jean and next to him. Maybe being next to him was the most dangerous thing for you but you both know you got used to it. And maybe it was sick, maybe it was the most possessive behavior he could ever has but everyone knows that Eren Jaeger protects you just to be the only one who hurts you. Just to be the one who catch you after an argument in front of the people, you look so small when you hug your knees like that. And in those rare times he only wants to make you feel smaller. Not because he enjoys your pain, it's because the more you get smaller, the more he fits you better. Those games eventually turned to bigger ones that you both didn't expect but since you were haunting his dreams, his every fantasy, every single kink; he was determined to haunt you to take his revenge. And the nervous touch you give to your thigh every time you were uncomfortable was the sign that Eren Jaeger knows you much, he knows that despite his charming look you would choose the comfort of your rival over the discomfort of a fuckbuddy.

Armin Arlert got a big plan, with this mindset, it was the right thing to do. At the right place, right time, if you both were lucky; tonight. That sign of his hand you see between the bodies is Armin's. You let Jean to kiss your jaw one last time before you leave him. Eren doesn't understand why just like the boy next to you. You put your index and middle finger on your lips, it's when Eren understands. You leave to have a cigarette, he knows your knees get weak because this is you lying. "Attagirl." He can't help but murmurs to himself as he watches how you leave Jean Kirstein alone. Finally.

Eren loses you only for a second, and in that small portion of time you pass bathroom doors quickly as you bump into a body. The body waits in a dark spot next to the door where it opens to the back street of the club. You are able to see his face now, he tilts his head a little only to spoke into your ear. "That's a good girl." Armin praises, soft blonde hair tickles your face as one of his hands finds your hair. Armin is way too proud to see you obeyed him and did the things he told you just to annoy Eren Jaeger.

However when Armin finds the ribbon in your hair and gently takes it away, he whisper things that make you feel you are trapped between these two men for the first time in this night. His cold slender fingers brushes a piece of your hair back, Armin smiles at you, wickedly, before pushing you to the corridor again where Eren can find you. "He likes it messy."

As Armin gently pushes you to the light with the back of his fingers, another body pulls you on his warm chest just after seconds. Eren Jaeger feels how your muscles relax under his touch when you smell his familiar cologne, he can’t see Armin in the dark. However your muscles get tense again in the moment when his back meets with the door of the bathroom and he pulls your body in with his. Your legs let him to drag you, his grip on your upper arms is tight without hurting you in any way. However there's a tight feeling in your stomach as you try to remember what was the plan in the first place. This is when the slip turns to terror, you can't.

Armin Arlert gave you empty promises. ‘You want to annoy Eren? He hates Jean Kirstein, he had said. Use the back door, leave for a cigarette, he is gonna hate that too.’

Then why were you trapped in this small bathroom of the club with him when he was supposed to find you on the back street with a cigarette on your hand? You sigh to your stupidness as soon as you hear the click of the door, Eren Jaeger fucking locked you in here with him. Maybe you would be alarmed if it would be Jean. But with Eren, fear was not the reason that your body was stiff. You were right to stay alert, anyone would do if they would be under the intense, predatory gaze of Eren Jaeger the whole night.

There was always that daring look you shared together, one of his brows would tilt upwards and you were pretty skilled to read his lips that he moved really slow only for you. You stare much.

In the contrast of it, this whole night you were ignoring his presence while your attention was on Jean's long fingers only that they were locked on your stomach. Would Eren let you to be trapped with somebody else? There's no fucking way. So this is why you find your breasts pressed up on his chest so quick that you couldn't even have a chance to look at your reflection in the mirror.

Eren's big calloused hands are rough as he turns you by grabbing your waist— then why he also has his hand on the small of your back, just to make sure cold granite won't hurt you?

How these small details can be this gentle while his every word cut your skin sharp and fast? A hiss would escape from your mouth if you could be brave enough to give him a reaction that he's so desperate to pull out of you. You don't as he talks, your lips are glued together just like your glowing eyes glued to his green ones. "So you fuck Jean Kirstein now? How pathetic are you?"

You feel the vibrate of his laugh, humiliation drips from his voice, a little deeper and thick with arousal already.

"What can i say, Jaeger?" You smile at him, your fingers fly to the buttons of his dark shirt to button up one of those buttons he left open. You sigh dreamily, he knows you have this damn acting skill from the classes you took together in high school. He knows you are so good at it since he watched how you became Juliet on the stage, how he couldn't get the role because Armin was so fucking talented when it comes to act, it was his nature just like yours. He watched how he was your Romeo, memorizing every single line without a pause, speaking them to you under your cheap balcony decor with fake emotions that felt so real to the audience.

It felt so real when you became Esméralda, fuck, you looked so good in that skirt, gold anklet is on display with your bare feet and legs every time your skirt flew as you dance on the stage. He finally had a role in your last play together; after you became Esméralda, the beautiful gypsy, Eren was your Frollo, the evil monseigneur that was obsessed with her.

You finish your sentences as the memories from your past dance in his mind just the way you danced in your costume that night. It's erotic, enchanting; it's a torture. "He is a very passionate kisser."

Eren's hands find your wrists and he holds them tightly while you are struggling to reach up to his buttons again. He is not annoyed, no. He just know you are going to feel his growing erection is you keep scratching his chest with your nails like that. Eren gives you a fruity laugh, such a clever move to hide his heavy breathing. "So you are suddenly a fan of vanilla, hm? He fucks you like you are a porcelain doll then— inside of your skull is empty just like the perfectly shaped body?"

You don't look like you are interested in the conversation or the closeness of your bodies as you listen to him about how he calls you dumb with his well chosen words. However when he speaks again, voice huskier than his usual velvety tone; he catches your attention. "I am very confused now— wasn't it you begging Reiner to fuck you like he hates you two weeks ago? You hurt me, really. You know you could always come to me if you want someone to fuck you like they hate you. Don't try to push emotional boys who have feelings for you."

You try to push him with your fists that rest on his toned chest, the key tattoo on his sternum looks way too good on his tan skin that it makes you wanna scrape it off from there. You know he got it done while the tattoo artist was sitting on his lap the whole time.

You know about Eren Jaeger too much.

"You think i wouldn't know? They all fucking worship me, baby— ssh, don't be scared, yeah? I broke every single one of them, if i didn't then Armin did for me, for you. They won't talk to anybody but me. They don't have courage to talk about you like that." You can swear his voice softens only for a second when he calls you baby, when he talks like he cares about your reputation a little much. Next time he speaks, he speaks slowly like he is talking to a child to make her understand, he tries to make you feel small again. Only to make you fit him better. "I will be aware of every single tear drop that rolls from your pretty eyes, every single moan escapes from your little smart mouth— every skin touches your burning one, every dark secret of you that you think it's safe when it's deep inside—"

The confession makes you remember something, and you are quick to ask him with a tired — almost bored — voice. "Are you the one who broke Niccolo's nose and bruise his eye?— fuck, i ask you like an idiot— of course you are."

He searches your eyes to see any discomfort, deep down he knows you are trying to cover up the emotions you don't want him to be aware of with another ones he got used to. "What else did you expect me to do after he came and cheekily told me he left fucking bruises on your hips for me?" He adds like it's nothing, it makes you shiver. "I thought he is a fan of bruises so i gave one."

"Fuck you, Jaeger." You spit, your chin lifts up slightly as you speak. "Do you think i can't protect myself— i was using him. he stopped cooking for me after that, i hate you."

I can cook for you. He wants to say. Every damn morning and every single night. His heart aches. Eren likes the pain, he smiles. "Oh, you should hate Armin for that. He did the talking part. He is an intimidating guy, you see— and he lost his temper when he heard that he hurt you."

You can only blink a few times, there's a silence. And Eren knows you too well, he knows you are calculating something. The tone of your voice makes him want to be more aggressive. You are so damn provocative, you hard to tame. "You think you are the only one who knows something, Jaeger. You fucking play with me, not with those eye candies of yours. Your words are bold for someone who whines my name pathetically as he cums." You lick your lips for a moment just before a smirk slowly takes its form on your lips, playfully. "Yeah, your pretty friend told me— he thought i need to know."

Eren doesn't care about the fact you know too much, there are dangerous things he needs to make clear before it's too late. He doesn't care about himself because he knows you two already crossed the line, together in the second you stepped into this bathroom. "Don't call him pretty, fuck. Armin Arlert is a fucking siren, you hear me? Don't you ever let him know you think like that about him. He talks to you with that sweet tone, next time you can breathe again you find yourself under him as he fucks you in his apartment intentionally just to make the girl he is obsessed with jealous."

Since he doesn't let go of your wrists, you have a chance to grab him by his collar to pull his face closer. Your voice is too damn controlled when you speak, it always makes Eren want to break it more, with a pant, with a whimper or a moan. And when you make him mad enough, he just wants to hear you gag, he wants to cut your air not so gently so you are going to breathe him only when he let you to do.

He does not only imagine his long slender fingers on your delicate neck, sometimes you make him so angry he just wants to get you on your knees so he can stuff your mouth with his cock. Not just your mouth but also your throat as he pushes it all the way in until the tip of your nose bumps into his pelvis. Maybe it's a little much sexual for someone who just wanted to shush you at first, now his dick is painfully hard in his pants as the image of you sitting all pretty on your knees, like a whore in this bathroom under the pink neon lights.

He is glad the blood that he can feel how it flows in his ears let him to hear you. "Why are you spitting that word out like it's venomous, Jaeger? Aren't you obsessed with someone— doesn't the years of fighting mean anything to you?"

So this is the night, Eren thinks, he still can't believe that you are the one who pushes the other one to hear it. The years of fighting, the years of watching each other like a prey, the years of longing. Eren's eyelids feel too heavy when you whisper this time, it's so rare to hear your voice like that. It feels intimate, you feel intimate. "C'mon, pretty boy— tell me, it's just a one sentence, let it out."

Don't. He thinks he said this out loud but his voice can't react on his lips, your hands snake around his neck and it's like they kept his voice there. It feels like the strings of the famous Eren Jaeger as a puppet was tied around your fingers.

Armin Arlert smiles while he is standing a couple of feets away, like he can hear the inside of your mind. Like he owns your thoughts. He leans on the door casually to make sure you two won't be bothered by anyone. His head rests against the dark wood, the column of his beautiful neck is on display as he looks relax, he looks like a greek god as always. There’s a long black ribbon he stole from your hair, it’s tied around his small ponytail. He closes his pretty blue eyes tenderly and murmurs to himself. Almost like a sigh. "Just say his name, doll."

This is the magic of Armin Arlert, you purr his name on his lips like you are able to hear him through the thick wooden door. "Let it out, c'mon— let it out, Eren."

Eren Jaeger's eyelashes flutters like the wings of a butterfly, his heart beats fast and he can't even think how you are able to feel it since one of your hands sneakily find its way inside his shirt. He can't meet with your eyes, so he says the words you were waiting while looking at your parted lips. "I am obsessed with you. Fuck—"

For one second he has the full control on his body, the next one his lips crushes with yours without a warning. You are surprised and he feels humiliated as he can tell the way your lips move on his is a sign of a smirk, you don't sigh into his mouth like he did. The only pathetic whine hangs on the air is Eren's as he pulls himself back. He couldn't even get a taste, anger coils up in his stomach when he looks at you. You look like he didn't even touch you, you look bored and Eren knows you try so hard to look like that. An actress, Eren. She is a fucking actress, i know. He remembers Armin's word. You have no other choice but fuck her out of her role. In that moment, Eren has a plan.

All this time he was so good at lying himself and now he was aware of one thing; if he wants to play with you in here, he needs to stop playing with his own mind. He always told himself. It's only just a crush, it'll go away. It's just like all the others it'll go away. He was praying it all away but it continued to grow as you grew in front of his eyes. Eren Jaeger was so scared of rejection, you were so scared of rejecting someone that perfect.

Those feelings pour out of him, mixed with his words just after he pulls you for an another kiss. "Fuck, say my name again— say my fucking name—" His words are desperate and they get lost inside of your mouth just like Eren loses himself. However there's a new reaction your body just gave him and he holds onto it with his dear life, you try to push your hips to reach his erection. And you don't even have the courage to palm him just to— just to annoy him, mock with him.

He knows why, fuck, he finally can see why. You are afraid of the power you have over him. And Eren is ready to make his little swan scared more. He wants to see how you shake in fear between his safe arms, you know he is the safest place you can ever go to.

His kisses are rough despite his soft lips, they move on yours smooth as he purposely makes it messy, mixes his own saliva with yours just to see that one string that will tie you together when he pulls back. He is so desperate to see that. And with this familiar feeling, you just know that this is not the first time you feel Eren Jaeger's — your rival's — lips on you. You just know this is not the first kiss you share, maybe you both were drunk, maybe it was when you fell asleep on his lap in a weird situation; you just know that your heart ached just like this before.

The kiss is not the thing stops you from smirking like you just did, no, he intentionally gives your lips space to let you move them. He dares you to mock with him again.

It's not the kiss that makes you dizzy, it's not how his tongue doesn't even try to fight for dominance, slowly licking your lips like he is tasting them. It's his hands— his damn big, warm hands that makes you feel weak. Because you were not a stranger to see how Eren Jaeger kiss since he was so generous to kiss women in front of you, they were all lazy, lazy enough to give Eren time to make an eye contact with you just before pulling the girl again.

This is such a fresh discovery to learn Eren can hold someone this gentle, being the one he holds like this is the strange thing. Maybe he never hurt you before. However his touches on your body when you two get close just to humiliate each other, or when Eren surprise you from your behind with his chin on your shoulder; in any single contact of your bodies were always rushed, sometimes aggressive, scared like someone might think that you are kind to a rival. This is why you can't even smirk. Now Eren Jaeger knows how to break your resistance and with that fact, this small room becomes the most dangerous place on Earth.

One of his hands finds your back, and with his middle finger, he slowly wanders on the addictive valley of your body. His finger is so gentle against your spine it hurts you someway. His other hand is on the back of your head, he is massaging your scalp with the tip of his fingers, he caresses your hair. And in that moment, you know this is not how enemies kiss with all of your heart.

He prepares you, you can feel it. The thing that scares you is you don't even know what is the thing he prepares you for. You hate his predatory nature for the first time in your life, your hate overflows from your body and you finally give him a reaction instead of letting him give you wet and deep kisses. You bite him.

You expect from him to pull himself back, telling you something about how you just melted into the kiss, how this was all to crush your pride. He does another thing. This time, Eren Jaeger is the one who smiles on your lips. An animalistic growl escapes from his throat and you hold back a moan as you wish he didn't realize how you pressed your knees together as he did that. And like that bite is the match to your gasoline covered bodies, it set both of you on fire.

He is fast and rough as he holds your waist with his both hands and turns you like a rag doll. He doesn't even give you time to balance yourself, he uses his hips to push you until your body is trapped with him and the granite.

Your resistance is broken since the second your lips met, now from that thin cracks he can see what are you hiding, or who. And he knows so well that person you trapped inside of this skin is not the same one that he calls as his rival, she is from his past. He knows her. Either way he wanted you and this was bad. He wanted to do things to you, it was making him crazy. Now a little crush turned into a like and he wants to grab you by your hair and tell— shit, he thinks. I am gonna do it. And he does.

One of his hands snakes around your waist tightly to hold you in your place, the other one finds your hair and he yanks it to the right until his lips are inches apart from your left ear. As his lips move, your eyes meet on the mirror. He nearly spit his words, it makes your knees weak. "I want to hold you close—" He starts.

With his hips, he gives an experimental thrust. And finally you give him a whimper when you feel his hard cock even under those layers. He continues, his hot breath tickles your ear. "—skin pressed against me tight."

The hands that was on your waist traces the outline of your hips, slowly. "Stay still," He murmurs. "—and close your eyes, girl."

You obey him, you trust him. It makes his heart clench. "Ah— so lovely," He looks at your reflection, you look so peaceful for a moment. "It feels so right."

The word wakes you up from your trance, it can't be easy like that. It's okay for Eren, he already knows that you are not easy to tame. "I-it's not— fuck, this is wrong." Your voice breaks while you are fighting to keep your angry tone, it's hard as he rubs his cock against the small of your back. He makes you feel so small. "What is your plan, again? —what do you want from me?"

"This character of you, this role—" He starts just after the hand was on the back of your head grips your jaw tightly. You know you are going to let him to do everything, as he whispers in your ear. "I want to fucking tear you apart."

"Go ahead, Jaeger." You whimper, his fingers digs into the flesh of your thigh dangerously. "I want to see you try—" He cuts your voice, his palm is flat against your clothed cunt and you know he adds the pressure not for your but his own like. "Can feel your pulse," He murmurs lazily. He kisses the soft skin behind your ear, you feel his teeth grazing up teasingly. His other hands falls on your breast. However he doesn't cup your breast, his palm flat again on the underside of your bra. "—can feel how it beats for me— all because of hate, hm?"

"Yes—" You sigh. It sounds like a moan more than an answer as he moves his hand upwards and pull the cup down to catch your nipple over the fabric. "Oh yeah?" His voice is thick and melodic next to your ear. This time he enjoys the fact you are so stubborn. "Tell me how much you hate me then— how wet are you?"

You push your body to his, aggressively. When you talk between your teeth, it almost like a hiss. "You tell me, how much you hate me— how hard you hate me?"

You feel his smile on your neck, he is kind enough to be careful about not leaving any marks on your skin. 'I wouldn't suggest you to mark her, Eren. Let her think she won at the end.' Armin had said. Eren trusts him, so does it exactly like that. He has another plans, they have another plans.

His hand caresses the side of your panties, you don't understand for a moment until he hooks his fingers. He is very pleased to see only thing holds the fabric that covers you is thin strings.

Even though you know what he is about to do — you can tell by the way his grip becomes tight around your waist — your mouth gapes open as he rips your panties. You exhale, shakily. "Did i hurt you?" His voice is soft, he knows how to change his tone so perfect that you can't even realize he distracts you with it as he stuffs your panties inside of his back pocket.

"No— you can't," Your response is quick again, just like Eren's. It almost like you are arguing again.

"Hm, do you trust me that much?" He starts, he exactly know you mean that you can protect yourself. However Eren is so good at dragging the conversation to the place where he wants. He doesn't need to see your knees to say that they are pressed up together, almost painfully to hide the wetness of yours. Both of your bodies betray you and unlike Eren, you hate it for this. One of his boots lands on the small space you left between your heels, and there's nothing you can do as he parts your legs with dragging his boot on the ground.

His hand finds yours on the granite and he is so gentle while holding it and placing it on the mirror for his own like. He whispers in your ear again, his eyes catches yours. His other hand finally has a chance to wet his fingers with your slick. The touch is so featherly, it does nothing other than making you more wet for this cursed man.

"Tell me, just one sentence— let it out." Eren sighs, his fingers wait patiently as they draw circles on your inner thing just to show you what you are missing. He mocks your early words, anger drips down from his voice as he seeks for his revenge. "C'mon, baby— you know i can't give you anything if i don't know what you want.”

You hold onto the one thought, maybe you can use him for your wants. Eren Jaeger makes you believe that you can, he let you. “I want you to touch me, Jaeger— you already know that. I want it as much as you want to fuck me—”

His cold fingers against your wet folds cut you. A small voice escapes from your mouth and hits the soft skin of his neck as your head falls to his wide shoulder. “Say please,” He purrs. “Say fucking please or i will do nothing other than teasing you like that.”

“Please.” You spit. The tip of middle finger finally climbs up to your clit and circles it only for once. You roll your hips unconsciously, he stops. His voice carries a hint of anger, but it’s playful— and his already deep voice is husky with lust now, it distracts you more than anything. “Please what?” He starts. “It’s only my name, sweet girl. And i am pretty sure you are no stranger to moaning it.”

“Please, Eren—” You suck a shaky breath in. “At least fuck me with your fingers before i do it myself.”

“Oh, you think i am going to let you?” You know he is trying to dominate you with every chosen word, with every move that has a calculation behind. The pads of his fingers starts to massaging you with a slow pace and your whole body responds to him. “You think your fingers are gonna make you feel better than me?”

You hate it the way he says me instead of referring his fingers. You know him so well, you know he talks about his cock that pulsating against your back, never making you forget that you are not just trapped in this bathroom but also in Eren Jaeger. You are trapped in his mind for so long.

He continues, whispers in your ear in that baritone. “Do you really think that my fingers won’t go deeper in you? Fuck you better than your pretty dainty ones?” Your left hand is gripping the granite tightly, Eren covers your hand with his left one, it’s almost ridiculous how your hand disappears in his. Thick fingers slide between yours, the image of your fingers intertwined like this is erotic. You hate to admit but almost romantic. It makes another feeling bloom deep into your heart, because you know Eren Jaeger never hold hands. Just like you.

“We will never know if you don’t put them in— fuck— please, Eren.” You whimper, and as soon as you do, the song changes in the club. A familiar melody starts to play and Eren smiles into your hair as he adds pressure to his movements, just enough to make you squirm under his touch.

Armin Arlert likes to wear black leather boots, however unlike Eren Jaeger's type Armin Arlert wears heeled ones that looked so pretty when they were on Niccolo's collarbone as they had their talk about hurting you. They makes him look taller, not much, maybe an inch or two. Now the tip of his boots looks dangerous on the chair, he stands tall in the cabin where a boy controls which song plays in the club. Armin remembers him, of course he does. He forgets no one, a strange habit of him.

His elbow rest on his knee as he leans over the boy’s face. His leg stretches only a bit in his black jeans, the boy had to open his legs as Armin put his foot on the chair without a warning, teasingly. “As i said,” He purrs. “I really wanna set the mood for my friend— will you let me?”

The boy blushes, Armin keeps looking at him. His intimidating aura floats around the small cabin. However it’s not just intimidating, it’s also intoxicating. This is one of the main differences between him and Eren. Women are ready to worship Eren, they adore him. And he is pretty generous to show the power he holds, such a stupid move, the blond boy thinks.

Everyone is ready to worship Armin Arlert, they just don’t know that they are because Armin doesn’t let them. This makes him more powerful than Eren, everything is more dangerous when you can’t see it, you are not aware of it.

Armin has no time to listen flustered boy’s murmurs, he can barely hear an i don’t know between his words. “—ah, wait a minute. I know you.” He smiles, his other hand that plays with the end of your ribbon finds the boy’s forearm. His thumb strokes the tattoo on him, he leans more on his leg, his balance is just perfect.

The tattoo is not in english, he knows. He needs to look at it only for a second, Armin smiles. It’s greek, for his luck. And he starts to talk in that language, words flow from his mouth and they all sound like velvet. He never stops to think as his tongue rolls in his mouth.

“Love is love, hm? Such a pretty tattoo for a pretty boy— i would love to learn where did you get it because i really want to get one on—”

He continues, his voice is low when he strokes a random place on the boy’s neck— he really doesn’t care where because all he knows is the boy will let him to do anything in seconds. And he will be very upset to watch Armin leaving as soon as he gets what he wants. “Here.”

In the same club, your voice echoes in the bathroom; the same bathroom that Armin left a sign on the door knob just to make sure you won’t be interrupted.

“Fuck, here—” You moan. “Right there, please—”

“Oh, here?” Eren lulls as he curls his fingers inside of you one more time, his voice softens only for a moment to mock the way you talk. You try everything to pull out any pathetic noise from his mouth, you even give a couple of bites on his neck as you try to stay on your tiptoes. Eren is cruel, he never loses his control as you give him yours with every small whimper. He knows how to make your knees weak so you won’t even be able to reach him.

Your hand that just left his hair find its way to the edges of your skirt that he kept them untouched the whole time. Just one look, you think. All the cells in your body screams that it’s a sight you have to see, you need to see how Eren Jaeger’s fingers enter to your body, how they are knuckles deep in you.

His reflexes are quick, it makes you remember those times in high school that you went home late just to watch his team’s practice. He holds your wrist before it reaches to your skirt, his grip on it is like a vice.

The man whispers into your ear is nothing similar to that boy. You changed him, you turned him into this. "Oh— you think i'm gonna let you see how my fingers disappears in your cunt, hm?"

He gives you a breathy laugh like you are nothing. You watch his reflection as he doesn’t even look at your face now. His glowing eyes under the pink neon lights are on the place where your bodies join. "Do you really think i am gonna do it for fucking free— gonna put the image deep inside your little head so you can think of it over and over again as you play with that pretty pussy of yours?"

This time you are having a hard time to find your voice when his fingers start to move faster, just before you open your mouth to talk. Asshole. "T-tell me then— what's the price, Jaeger?"

You hate it he is able to talk almost casually. Now his free hand holds your arm between your bodies because you just tried to stroke his cock to make the conditions even; he didn’t let you.

"Oh, it can be so many things. Would you be interested in selling your soul to the devil? Would you let me to take your voice away since it's fucking useless if i can't hear my name from it? Would you let me to know— know every single time you touch yourself with the thought of me? Every single thing comes to your head, every single fantasy?"

You don’t know how he is able to touch the right places in those right times, your walls squeeze his digits and it only makes him breathe heavier. This is the best you can do to distract Eren Jaeger now, you are about to believe that you lost his game. However you know it’s so hard for him to hold himself with a fully erect dick, you can even guess his size with the feeling of it now. He’s big, he’s fucking big.

Your whimpers fill the room as you know you are close. You keep clenching on his fingers and after this point he doesn’t care about cumming in his pants. He releases his grip on your arm and he loses no time to find your jaw again.

This is when you realize you can’t even look at his face now, you don’t want the image of him breathing heavily with parted lips, next to your ear as his bottom lip keeps brushing the shell of your ear. You know if you welcome him in once, he will haunt you.

“Not that easy,” He mumbles. “Look at you— yeah, just like that.” His fingers are digging into your skin and as soon as he makes you look at your own reflection, you realize you were lying to yourself this whole time. You are not that different from Eren. His image is not the thing you desperately run away from, it’s yours. You don’t even realize until now that you have tears on the edges of your eyes, and it falls onto your cheeks as you try to make them gone, making it all worse.

One shaky hand of yours tries to reach it. You can’t even lift it enough, Eren traps it under his palm on the granite. “Leave them be,” He whispers, softly. “They look beautiful.”

“—want to cum,” You whimper. “Just make me cum—”

“L- let you cum, you mean?” His voice breaks for the first time, but he doesn't care since you milk his fingers this good. His head is filled with thoughts and it’s about to make him crazy to think how your walls would milk something much more thicker, longer.

“Yes— fuck, yes ‘ren. Let me cum. Please, let me.” He lets you, he can hear his own voice from a distance, whispering things into your ear like let it all go or cum on my fucking fingers. And he only realizes that he is crushing you under his weight when you give him a whimper other than a sexual one.

You see your face only for a second after he takes out his fingers. Your whole body is needy for him— and with that you finally realize he wasn’t prepare you for his cock this whole time. He was preparing you to make you see how broken you look if Eren Jaeger plays with you enough. This thought makes you push him back with your hips and you are happy to catch him by his surprise because you are finally able to step out of his cage.

You take a step to him like a wild animal, your hair is messy. Armin Arlert’s words echoes in your mind, you realize an other thing. He was preparing you for Eren. You hate Eren for this because you know Armin is just too sweet for you to do something like this. It must be Eren’s plan, you stumble but you don’t care. It only makes you feel more broken.

“I fucking won, Jaeger.” You speak coldly, it takes a lot of effort since your body still twitches because of the orgasm he just gave you. And you are so angry it makes you step outside with your skirt and nothing more, you just need to find Jean. You know he will do anything to please you since you finally gave him a chance after the months of friendzoning your old friend that you found again this year.

Your head is dizzy, you feel like drunk even though you know you weren't able to drink much thing under Eren Jaeger’s gaze on you the whole night. The clock is about to hit midnight and you feel like cindirella as you stumble on your way to Jean. You are missing something just like her— but what? You can feel your slick between your legs with every step you take and you wish it would be the only thing you feel there. You feel like you are cursed, you can still feel his fingers drawing those damn circles on your inner thighs.

You hold onto someone to not to fall of, the scent is familiar. Oh, it’s Jean. He’s quick to understand you need to go and you can kiss him only for that. You walk before him, it almost look like you are dragging him out of the club. The door is so close, other than a few people you know it won’t be that much gossip. You really believed it, desperately.

A lean body cuts off your way and you sigh as you try to walk past, you don’t even care about who is this. The gold rings on long slender fingers make you recognize the person; they decorate his hands prettily as they hugs his thumb, middle finger and pinky. Armin Arlert always carries a fresh scent to the any place he goes, the same scent surrounds you even in this crowded club. “I think you dropped this.” He talks sweetly, hypnotic blue eyes almost make you believe him.

Armin ties the ribbon he stole from your hair earlier around your fragile looking neck instead of just giving it back, eyes never leaves there as his skilled fingers move on your skin to tie a knot. It feels like a collar.

Once you lost your logic, you are not able to think like them now. So you let Armin to keep you in this club a little more, you are sure Eren Jaeger won’t be able to leave the bathroom for a while.

"It's prettier like that." The blond man murmurs, almost to himself. It's loud enough to make Jean hear him, he only grunts.

In that moment, you suddenly understand why this whole night didn't feel fair to you; it was because they were playing this game as a team for the first time. Two demonic men trapped in the bodies of fallen angels. You were early to think you won this round against the famous Armin Arlert and Eren Jaeger, it was the hardest to win yet the most intense one that left a heavy fog around your head.

'Oh, you really think you won. How fucking adorable. Leaving the club with a bare and soaked cunt, Jean Kirstein around your finger to drag him in your nest so he can be your voodoo doll as you think of my best friend.' Armin Arlert thinks, the smile keeps its place on his pink lips and he just looks so innocent with his boyish smile.

There’s an unusual silence inside the club and you don’t know why until it’s silent enough for you to hear the thuds of a pair of boots. You close your eyes slowly, but Armin Arlert is careful enough to catch the desperation behind your eyes just before your eyelids hide it.

You turn around to meet with Eren Jaeger, it’s not the same man that was standing painfully hard behind you as he was whispering how beautiful you look like this. The fabric drops onto Jean Kirstein’s palm, everyone can see it’s your panties that Eren Jaeger carried all the way from the bathroom. His green eyes on you, never looks at Jean. “You forgot this.” He speaks, his voice is calm and steady.

And only for a moment you can swear he looks at Armin for an approval.

Your steps are quick as you leave the club, your chin is up and you leave Eren almost fascinated after you. He feels lost, you are still leaving the club with Jean fucking Kirstein. Weren’t his plans good enough?

You push the door of the club gracefully. An hour and a half later your front door closes with a loud thud seconds later you stepped outside with your slip dress and nothing more. You have only socks on your feet, you don’t care as you try to find your car with a blurry vision. The words of Jean Kirstein still hurt you, he haven’t said much but it was enough to wake you up from your short sleep and make you cry as you remember. Maybe you don’t know how to do that but you know so well where to go.

You finally can see your car and one step is enough to hear the blond man. “There’s no way i am letting you drive like this.” This time he doesn't even try to sound extra worried, he talks casually since he knows that you are not in a state to analyze him.

“Armin?” You softly call for him, he smiles. You are not so far from his car so he patiently waits for you to come to him with cute little steps, he watches your white socks painting with green and brown.

“Yeah, it’s me. Come here,” He looks at your bare legs only for a moment before making you sit on the passenger seat. “D-do you know—”

He cuts you as closes his own door of his vintage car. “Yes. I know where to go. I wasn’t expect you this early, i’ll take you to him.”

The car ride is almost comforting, frighteningly calm. Nothing hides your small hiccups, it’s almost like Armin doesn't even turn on the radio to hear them. You shiver. "Don't cry. Do not even try. I am only here to give you a ride tonight. If you start to cry again then i am gonna have to pull over and—“ His voice suddenly softens. “— and take care of you. Focus on my voice, yeah? We are almost there. Just tell me what Jean called you again, with a more clear voice. C’mon, love."

Armin Arlert stops his car in front of a small house. As soon as the house is on your view, you feel the anger crawling back into your blood again, poisoning you. You keep telling yourself one thing. You can’t lose twice. You have nothing to lose now.

You feel a hand on your cheek, his thumb caresses the skin gently and a distant memory blooms into your mind, it’s familiar to that feeling you’ve felt when Eren kissed you. In the memory, you stand with Armin Arlert behind the red stage curtains, you were nervous. He could feel it, he caressed your cheek just like that, in his Romeo costume.

"Don't make me regret this, 'kay doll? If you are here to fight with him just make sure he is deep inside of you while you two doing it." He speaks shamelessly, there’s no blush on his pale cheeks like he usually carries. He licks his lips, eyes never leave your wet cheeks. You are a pretty sight to watch, he can't deny. "It's very unhealthy to hold the body back when it comes to basic needs, you see."

You nod Armin without even hearing the words that fell from his mouth, he silently watches as you walk to the Eren Jaeger’s door at 2AM in the middle of the night. Armin already told you that he’s sure he will be alone in his house, even after you said that probably he invited a girl over. He can’t do such thing, he had said. You trust him, so your fist meets with his front door without losing any time. You can hear his footsteps, your heart beats in your chest with the same rhythm while you are waiting to see his damn smirk not so patiently.

When he finally opens the door, you hear him cursing under his breath first. Then the smell of his shampoo fills your nostrils as you sniff again, you are able to recognize his scent; freshly gotten out of shower, chest bare and his hair frames his face. His hair is not the thing surprises you most, it was too long since you see his hair like this. Wet drops kiss the top of his broad shoulders, you are glad he wears sweatpants because wetness already pooling into your core. It’s his face that sucks nearly all of the anger out of your body, leaving you with undeniable lust. It makes you feel empty and it just want to make you want to be filled more. Filled with him, anything.

All the scenarios you builded up for the last two hours flies away, all of them is useless since you always imagined him with a devilish look on his face. However this Eren Jaeger carries a face of a boy that you met long before, it carries youth and innocence. He carries pain in his eyes, in that moment you know the red tint around it is only because you finally made Eren Jaeger cry.

You don’t know what to say for a moment, it makes you panicked so your tongue pushes the first words that your brain put into your mouth. “I hate you.”

You take a step in without a doubt, once again your own voice echoes in your head. You have nothing to lose. His tired eyes only looks at your socks for a moment, he doesn’t humiliate you this time. A smile appears on his lips and you can’t even call it a smirk to make yourself keep going. You take another step in as he takes his step back. A playful dance.

“I fucking hate you, Jaeger—” You continue. Eren’s movements are so careful while he is trying to close the door without startling you. He knows the weather is cold to wear a damn slip dress. He is careful not because he is trying to follow the plan now. He can swear he burned all of his plans that waits inside of his mind in the second he saw you leaving with him. Leaving with—

“Wanna know how Jean Kirstein called me?” You cut his thoughts as you scream at his face. You are in the middle of his corridor and you don’t even care while he is taking small steps back. Your weak fists fall onto his chest the next time you speak. “He called me Eren Jaeger’s whore.”

Eren holds your wrists with another quick reflex, his voice gets dangerous in a second. “He said what?”

“He called me your slut!” You speak weakly. He takes you with him one step back. “N-now you are going to do everything to show me that i am not. I fucking hate you— you owe me this. You o- owe me.”

“Ssh, hey- hey, calm down. It’s okay— i got you.” He releases your wrist when he hears that your voice broke, the sign of a cry but he doesn’t let you. One of his arms snakes around your waist to keep you close to his naked chest. He freezes when you press your cold cheek against his warm chest. ‘s warm. He can barely hear you before he finds his voice again. “Just breathe, okay? You are going to faint— breathe with me, yeah?”

He positions your head gently on his left side, where his heart beats. Just to give you something to give your attention, like you are child throwing a tantrum.

In that moment he knows that he is also not a very good example of a calm body but he can feel that you relax between his arms. It almost ridiculous you do anything he wanted for a long time when there is no game left to play. He murmurs into your hair. “Here, just like that.”

He hears your sniff, you are still giving slaps on his sides, you stopped giving them on his abs after one or two experimental ones. And if he would be the Eren you know, he would tease you about how it made you wet to feel his abs stretching under your touch so you keep your hands away from them. Because he knows they did.

You spoke meekly just like you hear his thoughts. “I hate you, ‘ren—”

Eren hates it even in such a time like this the way you say his name, the fact that you finally say his name makes blood rush down his sweatpants. You almost moan his name, weakly calling for him.

“You do, pretty?”

“Mmh-hm.” You talk into the man’s chest as Eren rubs your barely covered back with one hand to share his warmth with you, his hands feel unusually bare against your skin without any silver rings that he normally wears. Next time you talk, not just your broken tone but also the things you say hurt him. “I hate you so much for— for telling everyone that i fucked Jean Kirstein at p-prom— that he took my v-virginity.”

He tries to cut but you are aggressive again, this time you try to push him by his chest. He let you only because you let him to drag you with his body. “He- he had a girlfriend— Mikasa hated me so much.” A hiccup. “I wouldn’t do that, Eren— i swear, i don’t remember-”

He kisses the top of your head, you can feel his lips take their time on there. “Ssh, i know. It’s okay, it’s okay now.”

A sigh falls from your lips and lands on his skin, it’s a different one, it wakes up a feeling inside. You finally press a kiss on his chest, it’s timid. But after he caresses your hair like you did a such a good thing for him, you do it again just to make him admire you a little more. You kiss the tattooed key that looks so good on his sternum.

Your tangled bodies stumble with the contact, both of your knees are weak. “I- i think i broke something—” You say, head tries to look back but his one hand cups your cheek tenderly.

“Nah- ah- ah.” He tutts, next time he speaks the familiar gravelly tone fills up your ears. “Don’t. Do not look at it, i don’t fucking care— okay? Keep looking at me.” He sighs like you just did. He kisses your temple. “I broke you, here— we are even.”

“A- are we?” Your eyes find his ones, they are glowing in the dim-lighted room as you stand in front of a door, with all of your heart you know it’s his bedroom.

You look at him under your lashes, a shaky breath escapes from your lungs. Your hands that was flat on his chest climbs upwards until they rest pretty on the place where his neck meets with his shoulders. Every single plain your fingers wander on him makes you feel tense muscles under his skin. You didn’t know it was easy like that to make him putty in your hands, now his beautiful eyes are begging for one thing.

You whisper, your breath only reaches up his neck. “I hate you so much for kissing me that gentle.”

“Yeah?” He murmurs against your cheek, the tip of his nose tickles your skin. He tries everything to reach you as you hide your face a little more into his chest.

Eren lifts up your chin, he finally gives you a smirk that you missed. You can feel it on your lips but it doesn’t stay much. “Wanna hate me more, baby? You want me to kiss you like that again?”

“Yes please.” You sigh.

And it happens in a flash just like the way it happened before you found yourself in the club’s bathroom. Maybe your heart beats with the same rhythm but this time you create your own game together. Do you?

Your back meets with his wooden door with a little force but you know his hand hurt more than your back as he kept it between. Your lips crash and you don’t care when he can’t keep his promise and kisses you like he hates you this time. It only lasts couple of seconds because Eren really needs to ask you, he needs to ask you now.

“Would you— would you hate me if i fuck you that gentle, baby?”

“Yes—” You giggle. God, you giggle. How fucking adorable. “Please Eren— ah, your name is so pretty. P-please, make me forget every name but yours.”

He knocks off another frame from his wall as he picks you up from the floor and kisses you a little more. You are the one who opens to door as he uses his both hands to keep you flush against his naked chest.

He doesn’t lay you on his covers, he didn’t forget how you were just screaming at him to make everything to show you that you were not his whore.

He combs your hair away from your face, you lean over his lips to stole another kiss but he stops you, he leaves a kiss on your collarbone instead. “Look into my eyes. Are you drunk?”

“I guess—” You murmur on his lips, you smile and he is glad to see that wicked smile. “—‘m drunk of you.”

He curses, pulling you into his lap completely. “Fuck— c’mere.”

In that night, Eren Jaeger keeps all of his promises. He does everything you shyly whisper into his ear, everything you command him to do. He fucks you with the way he kissed you in that cursed bathroom. Every move is gentle even after you beg him to folding you in a half. Maybe it’s natural talent, because you know Eren Jaeger never fucked a girl like that, this gentle, with giving up this much control. He intertwines your fingers and they look better on his white sheets more than they look on the dark granite. He doesn’t even need to thrust into you since you suck him in after those orgasms he gave you, face between your legs.

It makes you shiver every time you remember that how Eren Jaeger caressed your skin even before you were completely naked on his lap, it was almost like he was undressing you from all those roles you had to play. And he hugged you tightly while giving his everything to not to pound his hips into you as he let you to ride him first. You are even able to pull whines out from his mouth, and you can feel how his hands are aching to do something when they only supports your back to help you grinding on his cock. He thinks he was so right about the milking part when he watches how his cum that he fucked so deep inside of you is leaking onto your thigh. The image of you laying on your back for him, legs apart, will burn into his memory forever.

Eren doesn’t know when but he can remember for a one moment you stopped and pulled his hair tightly to yank his head back, his mouth that was latched around your nipple leaves its place with a wet sound. “Now you can fuck me like your whore—“ You start. For a one second his heart skips a beat because he knows that seductive tone of your very well like a character of his favorite play. He knows you are going to call him Jaeger, he slowly closes his eyes. You softly purr, or this is just an illusion of a desperate boy that doesn’t want to believe his best night is a game and nothing more.

“Eren, what are you waiting for?”

Armin Arlert leans back against the back of his vintage car, he watches the city as the smoke mixes with his view time to time. He smokes rarely, however this night there's something he needs to celebrate. His hand is slightly shaky, his lips can't meet with his cigarette because of the sharp pain on his ribcage. "Fucking Kirstein—" He murmurs, in the next second he lifts his arm. That pain on his chest, or his bloody knuckles is the last thing that makes his head busy— he doesn't feel any pain when his head is filled with thoughts.

He parts his pretty lips again, there's a fresh blood on the left side that he keeps licking with the tip of his tongue. Armin smiles as he thinks of your cute sniffs in the car, curious puffy eyes are on his fingers most of the time. You really look like his roommate, you already planted an idea deep inside his mind.

There's a small thing he holds between his index finger and thumb, it has dried blood on it now but Armin can still smell your hair when he inhales the scent. You didn't even realize it was a little shorter when he wrapped the ribbon around your neck. You were not a stranger to focusing on the details, however you always played this game with Eren. The game that just ended this night, thanks to his bright plan that he thought about every possible thing that can happen. He was going to let you think it's Eren's.

Armin Arlert really tried, all these years he kept you away from his mind as you danced around it teasingly in the costume of a gypsy; Esméralda, barefoot. He had a role in that play, your last play together, he was your Quasimodo. A sick mind in the role of a sick body, a pretty face that can't even be covered by heavy makeup.

Now both your body and mind was tired of those games. All of your walls were destroyed, resistance broken and he didn't even have to use anything but his head.

Now he was welcoming you into his mind; finally letting his addictive actress in. Because Armin knows how to go deeper, deeper than Eren. In every possible way. He knows all these years he earned your trust thanks to all those games he put inside of Eren's mind so when he breaks your heart, he could be the one who mends it.

After all these time that he watched how Eren kissed pretty girls in front of him while calling him fucking shy, Armin Arlert was the one who stole your first kiss the first time he saw you in that Juliet costume. He stole the first kiss of the girl Eren was in love with. He was the one who took your virginity, he was the one who made Eren think it was another innocent guy.

Armin Arlert's laugh echoes in the silent hill as he crushes the head of his cigarette. The edges of his soft blond hair kisses the top of his shoulders, he needs to tie them into a ponytail again before driving back. He watches his bloody knuckles in silence, it wasn't a wise choice to call you Eren Jaeger's whore.

Armin Arlert wants to ruin you since the day he first saw you. First, he wanted to ruin your innocence, the innocence that you lost it under his body normally you wouldn't even lay a hand on; if he sticks with that poor description of the word. Then his wants became more feral, wilder until the only thing he wants became ruining the ones who had a chance to ruin you after him.

He stretches his long slender fingers, just an instinct. It makes him smile like a mad man, because the movement makes him remember a faded memory. While he was just a small boy he was interested in puppet shows— puppet masters to be exact; puppeteers, marionettists. And he can remember how they would stretch their hands after a long show, tired of controlling all of those puppets with long strings tied around their lifeless limbs, or a black ribbon tied around their necks.

the end.

author note

in ‘on the nature of daylight’, there was always two readers in the story. one of you were desperately trying to warn the other.

welcome to his mind, again.

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dedicated to my lyra and her sirius.

song that plays in the club: you know me too well by nothing but thieves

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