#AoT Writing

[heich0e]

lucky strike - eren yeager/f!reader (3.2k) tags: baseball player!eren, college!au, modern!au, somewhat toxic relationship dynamic, childhood friends to good luck charm/fwb, reader is blatantly trying to get in zeke's pants and also she kind of sucks, heavy petting, making out, slightly rough/manhandling, eren picks reader up, mentions of eren being a big boy, tw reader is on a diet (/makes a questionable comment about bread), eren takes out his aggression on a sandwich. NSFW MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT (18+)

“Hey, want one?” Eren asks, the words vaguely garbled through a mouthful of food.

You scroll down on your Instagram feed, thumb hovering over a selfie of friend, before glancing up at him.

Eren is on the other side of his family’s kitchen, half a sandwich hanging from his mouth, and a peanut butter coated knife poised mid-air as he looks at you.

“Ew,” you say, returning your gaze to the phone in your hands, “no.”

“What do you mean ‘ew’?” Eren asks, swallowing his bite of sandwich. “You love peanut butter.”

“Peanut butter is so bad for you,” you remark, scrolling again. “And I’m not eating bread right now.”

“What the hell is wrong with peanut butter?” Eren mutters, setting the dirty knife on the edge of the sink. He shoves a hand up underneath his baggy t-shirt to scratch idly at his tummy. “And mom just got this bread this morning from that bakery in town you like. It’s so good.”

“It’s also a simple carbohydrate which means—“

The Yeager family’s back door swings closed, and your head swivels towards the sound. In the entryway, you spot a head of blonde hair as the figure ducks down to pull off their shoes. 

“Zeke!” your voice is a full octave higher—and notably more enthusiastic—when you see Eren’s older brother.

Zeke tilts his face up as he unlaces his boots.

“Hey, kid,” he laughs when he sees you draped across the kitchen counter where you sit upon your barstool, beaming at him with a wide smile, “you here again?” 

You nod happily, and Eren makes a noise of disdain from the other side of the kitchen. You shoot him a pointed look to shut him up as Zeke finishes removing his shoes. 

“Don’t you ever get sick of hanging out with this guy?” Zeke drawls, shuffling in and slinging an arm around Eren’s shoulders, tugging his little brother into his side.

Eren takes a large, resentful bite of his peanut butter sandwich (nearly finishing it off), while simultaneously elbowing Zeke roughly in the ribs.

“It’s torture,” you sigh dramatically. “Better now that you’re here, though.”

Zeke snorts, quirking a brow. “My occasional appearance can’t be the only reason you’ve stuck around this long—”

Eren slips out from underneath his brother’s arm, slinking towards the loaf of fresh bread on the other side of the kitchen. 

“—and twenty years is an awfully long time to put up with someone like him.”

“You’re right,”—you nod solemnly in agreement—“Eren, I think we should end it here.”

Zeke barks out a loud laugh, leaning towards you on the counter with his weight resting on his elbows. He props his scruffy chin up in his palm, smiling as he tilts his head to the side.

“C’mon kid, don’t break his heart like that! He’s been following you around like a puppy since you two were in diapers.”

Eren remains silent on the other side of the kitchen, sullenly preparing another peanut butter sandwich. 

“But if I keep spending all my time with him, how am I supposed to find a boyfriend?” you pout, peeking up at Zeke through your eyelashes. 

“Oh, I’m sure you have no trouble in that department,” Zeke says, a blonde brow quirking in mirth and his blue eyes crinkling at the corners. “Much to my dear little brother’s dismay.”

Eren sets the jar of peanut butter down on the counter with a little too much gusto to be casual, snapping out a curt: “did you come over just to be annoying? Or is there actually a good reason you’re here?”

“Aww, baby brother,” Zeke coos, feigning hurt as he turns towards his brother and away from you. “I came to see you!”

Zeke reaches out for Eren, and the younger (but taller) Yeager son bats the elder’s hands away. 

“Fuck off,” Eren grunts. 

“How’d your game go on Friday?” Zeke asks, dropping the act and instead addressing his brother with his usual warmth. The eldest Yeager loves to tease, but he loves his younger brother even more. “Dad said you got a couple really solid knocks in.”

“Obviously,” Eren snorts as he rips a bite out of his second sandwich not dissimilarly to how a predator might devour their prey, his tone making it sound like it should be obvious that he played well.

There’s a reason he’s the star player on the Shiganshina U baseball team, after all. 

“What are you batting these days?” 

“Coach says it’s a .314 after last week's game,” Eren replies, wiping a bit of peanut butter off the corner of his mouth with his thumb before licking it clean. “More than good enough for the National U22 team scouts.”

Eren and Zeke continue to talk baseball for a while longer, and you quickly lose interest—opting instead to watch Zeke’s profile as he chats with his brother. The sharp lines of his stubbled jaw. The delicate slope of his nose. The way the afternoon sunshine soaking in through the kitchen window over the sink makes his blonde hair burn gold.

He really is just unfairly handsome.

“-right, kid?” Zeke is smiling at you as he waits for your response to a question you didn’t hear, snapping you back out of your own thoughts.

“Hm?” you hum, blinking through your confusion. “Sorry, I missed that.”

Zeke chuckles, stepping towards you and dropping a large hand atop your head to ruffle your hair. 

“I said,” he draws out the word pointedly, coming to stand behind you with his hands resting on your shoulders, “as long as you’re there, Eren’s sure to impress the scouts. You’re his good luck charm, after all.”

“Long suffering good luck charm,” you make sure to tack on, tipping your head back to look up at him, the crown of your head landing against his chest. He grins down at you.

“It’s a hard job, but if anyone can do it it’s you,” Zeke says, hands squeezing your shoulders affectionately.

You suppress a shiver at the feeling of his grip. The strength of his hands.

Pitcher’s hands, once upon a time.

“If only it wasn’t so thankless,” you sigh, feigning sorrow. You risk a peek at Eren on the other side of the kitchen from the corner of your eye, and see he’s glowering at you and Zeke’s friendly exchange. 

“Oh, c’mon,” Zeke laughs, dipping down and pressing a quick, prickly kiss to your cheek. The feeling of his stubble brushing against your smooth skin makes blood rush to your head. “You know you’re this family’s favourite child. Eren would probably be in prison by now if it weren’t for your positive influence.”

Judging by the positively murderous look in Eren’s eyes as Zeke pulls away, incarceration still isn’t entirely off the table. 

“Speaking of children and families,”—Zeke stands up straight and steps away from you, much to your dismay—"where are Mister and Misses Yeager?”

“Dad has that conference in Trost this week,” Eren says, his arms crossed over his chest in a way that makes their toned musculature much more evident than his baggy t-shirt betrays. “Left this morning.” 

He’s talking to his brother, but his eyes are on you.

“Ah, Carla went with him?” Zeke asks curiously. 

“Yep.”

“Home alone for the week, huh?” Zeke sidles up towards his brother again, poking him in the side. “You sure you don’t need me to come babysit you?”

“There’s nothing I’d hate more,” Eren says, his nose scrunching in disgust. 

“Aw, little brother,” Zeke clasps a hand to his chest in mock-hurt. He sighs, glancing back at you over his shoulder. “At least I know you’ll make sure he doesn’t burn the place down, right kid?” 

He winks at you.

“I’ll try my very best,” you smile cheekily. “My babysitting fees are pretty steep though.”

“Oh yeah?” Zeke quirks a brow, turning towards you on the opposite side of the counter, leaning forward on his elbows once more. “What’s the going rate these days?”

“Hmmm…”—you tap a finger to your chin in mock contemplation—“Eren’s got a game on Wednesday night. Come keep me company in the stands.”

Zeke laughs, pushing himself up onto his hands. 

“You think that’s a steep price?” Zeke teases. “I know a hundred guys who’d pay for the chance to sit next to you at a game.”

“And lucky you, you get to do it for free,” you say chipperly. 

“Lucky me indeed,” Zeke agrees with a nod, chuckling. “You don’t drive a very hard bargain, you know.”

“What can I say?” you shrug, utterly indifferent to the fact. Pleased by it even. “I’m not much of a businesswoman.” 

Zeke opens his mouth to reply when Eren interrupts. 

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?”

You and Zeke both look at him in surprise. 

His eyes are on his brother, his expression flat. 

Zeke hides a laugh behind his closed fist. 

“I do actually,” he replies, “I’m coaching little league tonight.”

Zeke peeks over at the clock hanging on the other side of the kitchen. 

“I better head over to the field, now that you mention it.”

You watch sadly as Zeke makes his way over to the back door and prepares to leave. You and Eren both follow.

“Call if you need anything while Dad and Carla are outta town, alright?” Zeke says to his brother once he’s pulled his boots on once more. 

Eren makes some sort of noncommittal grunt, shrugging as he leans against the archway into the back entryway. 

“Have fun at practice, Coach,” you chirp, sneaking up behind Eren and poking your head out from behind his broad shoulders. “Go warriors!"

Zeke smiles, shaking his head.

“I’ll see you on Wednesday,” Zeke says, eyes sliding from you to his little brother. He reaches out and knocks his fist against Eren’s chest affectionately. “Both of you.”

You wiggle your fingers in a wave as Zeke disappears through the door, slipping out of sight. 

You and Eren stand there until you hear the door of Zeke’s truck slam shut and the telltale rumble as the old engine roars to life. 

You’re pinned flat against the wall before the old truck even makes it out of the Yeager’s driveway, with Eren’s mouth pressed—hot and messy and greedy—to yours.

You can still taste the lingering sweetness of peanut butter on his tongue. 

“I hate it when you do that,” Eren whines, his teeth biting into your bottom lip. Biting, not nipping. Pinching down hard enough to hurt.

You make a little noise of complaint, squirming beneath the pressure of his broad, toned body and the equally firm surface of the wall. 

Eren pulls back after a few more moments of kissing you like he’s taking it from you, his chest heaving and a viscid string of spit joining his swollen lips to yours. 

“That hurt,” you complain, scrubbing at your mouth with the back of your hand. “You bit me.”

“You deserve more than a bite after that performance,” Eren counters, his eyes narrowed resentfully. “You might as well have hopped up on the counter and spread your legs for him right there. Might’ve been a little more subtle.”

“Don’t be an idiot,” you mutter, rolling your eyes. You duck out from underneath Eren’s arm as it’s pressed against the wall beside your head, stepping back towards the kitchen. 

“Me?” Eren guffaws. “You just spent the past twenty minutes drooling over my brother and I’m the idiot?”

“Your brother’s hot,” you say with a shrug, tossing an indifferent glance at him over your shoulder. “Can you blame me?”

Eren’s jaw sets, a rigid line as this teeth clench tight. His green eyes swim with spite.

“You’re kinda being a brat, y’know that?”

“Don’t be so jealous, Eren,” you say, your nose scrunching up in distaste. “It’s not a good look on you.”

You turn around again, a smug little smirk curling up at the corner of your lips that he can’t see with your back turned to him. 

Eren’s arms are around your waist in an instant, and you’re flat on your back on the kitchen counter in the next. Eren’s hand behind the crown of your head makes sure your skull doesn’t crack painfully into the marble countertop, but it’s still cold and hard underneath you as you’re sprawled across it like a rag doll. Eren’s mouth finds yours again in another hungry, domineering kiss. 

“God, how do you know exactly how to piss me off?” Eren rasps against your mouth, dragging you down the counter by the belt loops so he can grind his hips into yours. 

He’s as hard as the counter underneath you.

Your breath hitches in your throat, a moan caught just behind the air. 

You could answer his question. You could tell him that you've had two decades to practice and perfect the skill. You could tell him you got so good at it because you know how much he likes it. But you're too distracted as Eren’s hands slip up underneath your t-shirt, pawing at whatever skin has the misfortune of falling into his grip. His hips roll against yours again, and he grabs you by the waist to pull you down into the motion, and this time you really do moan as the tip of his cock ruts against the seam of your jeans—the pressure just enough to stimulate your aching clit.

“What would my big brother would think if he knew why you really spend all your time over here?” Eren mutters, dragging his lips along your jaw, his panting breaths tickle your neck as he mouths at the impossibly sensitive patch of skin just below your ear. The one he knows drives you crazy, in just the way he knows you like so much. “What would he think if he heard the way you beg me to fuck you?”

You gasp as Eren’s teeth bite down into your neck, fleeting but firm, your hands tangling in his half-tied hair and tugging at the soft brown strands. You pull him off your neck, and he meets your gaze with half-lidded, lust-filled eyes. His neck strains at the angle you’re tilting his head back, his prominent adams apple bobbing as he swallows thickly.

“I don’t beg,” you whisper breathily, but you're not sure how much truth there is to the words if history is anything to go by.

Eren smiles, the softness juxtaposed to the ragged breaths you’re both wracked by. The tenderness contrasted by the harsh pang of arousal in your gut. 

“We’ll see about that.”

Eren tosses you over his shoulder and carries you up to his bedroom on the second floor like you weigh nothing. Eren’s build doesn’t betray how strong he really is—years of training and conditioning befitting of a varsity athlete hiding under the baggy hoodies and joggers he lives in everyday. It’s not the first time he’s done this to you, in fact he seems to enjoy making a show of his own strength, but it is perhaps the roughest he’s ever been as he tosses you down atop his unmade bed, crawling promptly onto the mattress atop you. 

He pins your wrists down to the mattress, his hips straddling yours to confine your lower half in a similar way.

He’s so much bigger than you are; no matter how much you wiggle underneath him, there’s no chance of you slipping free.

Not that you particularly want to.

“Did you like teasing me like that?” Eren groans, grinding himself down into you and leaving you with no choice but to take it. 

“I wasn’t t-teasing you,” you stutter over the words you both know string together and form a lie, your head spinning from how good it feels to have his whole weight pressed against you like this. 

“You were,” Eren counters. “You flirt with Zeke just to get under my skin. To try and rile me up.”

You pant up at him, your heartbeat hammering in your chest.

“Did it work?” you ask breathlessly.

Eren’s lashes flutter, a little huff of air that’s not quite a laugh nor a sigh slipping from his swollen lips. He takes your hand in his—much larger, and rougher than your own—and guides it down to the swell in his sweatpants. Beneath the soft cotton you can feel his cock, hard and throbbing under your touch.

Eren’s hips jump slightly when you palm a little firmer against the shape of him of your own volition. His breathing is ragged when he fixes you in his stare, his green eyes burning with want that’s catching, like a fire consuming anything in its path.

“It always does, doesn’t it?”

You smile a little to yourself, and Eren leans down and kisses you again—it’s sweeter this time, a little needier than before. He’s kissing you like he’s asking for something rather than taking it at will.

“Strip,” he grunts, pulling back slightly and tugging hastily at the material of your top.

You look up at him through heavy lidded eyes, the boy you’ve known all your life flushed down to his neck as he watches you just as carefully as you do him. You brush a little piece of hair that hangs down over his eyes back, fingertips ghosting against the shell of his ear as you tuck the tendril behind it.

“Do it yourself,” you chirp, your lips quirking at the corner.

The fire in Eren’s eyes burns brighter, and the cycle, as ever, starts anew.

You fight, you fuck, and then you go back to being whatever the hell the two of you are—and have been all your lives—until the same wheel spins again and brings you back around to the beginning. 

And come Wednesday you find yourself in the stands at Eren’s game, as usual; his long-suffering good luck charm with his jersey on your frame, and his teethmarks pressed into your skin underneath it. 

Zeke sits beside you, glancing at you occasionally from the corner of his eye. He spies some evidence of just what the two of you have been up to in the days since he saw you last, but says nothing, laughing to himself at the strange dynamic the two of you have. He’s long stopped questioning it—or the role he occasionally plays as a pawn in your unusual game.

You watch Eren step up to the plate, bat in hand, and you can’t help but appreciate how nicely his tailored uniform fits his body. Can’t help but think about what you know he looks like underneath it. Can’t help but think about the promise he made to you just that morning, fucking you over the bathroom counter at his house, his lips pressed to your ear.

“The only thing you’re gonna be able to think about tonight when you’re sitting next to my brother at my game is how hard I made you cum on my cock.”

You can't help but think he's made good on it.

The pitcher at the mound in the centre of the field winds up, and you feel the palpable anticipation crackling through the stands. It’s eager and visceral, like a collectively held breath.

At home base, Eren lifts his bat. He wiggles his fingers, a ritual he always does, before his hands tighten around the grip. 

You swallow thickly, your heartbeat thumping in your throat.

The bat cracks against the ball in a clean hit that sends the spectators into a roar, and Eren takes off running to first base, then to second. As he rounds his way to third, you spot the almost feral grin on his face because he knows he’s going to make it home. His eyes, though you can’t quite make out the green from such a distance, find yours in the stands.

You clench your thighs together in your seat.

Beside you, Zeke laughs, slumping back into his seat almost incredulously. 

Like he just can’t believe his little brother’s luck.

#eren x reader #eren x you #eren yeager x you #eren yeager x reader #eren yeager #aot fic #aot drabble #aot writing #writing

[missmeinyourbones]

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐑 | (eren jaeger x reader)

“come here, hold my hand.” “you’re washing the dishes.” “..i can do both…” from this list of prompts | cw: slightly suggestive | wc: 0.8k

Your boyfriend is clingy. It’s something you’ve learned the hard way. 

Lots of misunderstandings and awkward situations and eventual confessions have allowed you to come to the stark conclusion that Eren wants to be around you—all of the time. 

You don’t mind it, truly, you enjoy having his presence always around you. A quiet and comfortable love always lingering between the floorboards, sometimes paired with fleeting touches or silly commands. 

It’s his love language. Quality time—that, and being an idiot. 

“C’mere,” he casually summons your presence from the kitchen. 

You wordlessly obey his command, making your way over to lean against the counter, silently admiring his busy state. He washes a plate with a sudsy sponge in hand, hair pulled away from his face, save for a few stray hairs decorating his forehead. 

“Come here,” Eren repeats, clarifying with a bit of a whine. 

“I am here,” you emphasize with a slight tap of your foot. 

He rolls his eyes, as if you're not understanding him, as if the words he’s speaking needed to be translated in order for you to truly wrap your thoughts around what they mean—what he wants. 

“Closer,” he insists, tone now slightly grumpy as he nods his head towards where he stands. “Hold my hand,” he borderline demands. 

It’s meant to be threatening, and if it were based on his tone alone—it might be. But the words he says are ones of need and desperation, so they juxtapose his intimidating tactic.

Your brow furrows with confusion as you slowly take in the scene before you, thinking for a moment before stating the obvious.

“You’re washing the dishes...”

“...I can do both.”

With a scoff, you roll your eyes at him. Assuming he’s joking, you manage to bite back a snide comment about him finishing the chore. 

However, Eren’s deadpan expression fails to falter as he stands still before you, hand outstretched for you to grab for the taking. 

With a glance of suspicion, you skeptically obey him. He naturally accepts the offer, as if your hand were as big of a necessity for washing dishes as a sponge or drying towel. Intertwining his fingers with yours and returning his attention to the dirty dishes littering the kitchen, Eren returns to work. 

You watch him struggle as he tries (and fails) to both hold and scrub a plate with just one hand—the other one extremely busy as it holds yours off to the side of the sink. Eren shakily attempts to keep the plate steady in his hold, but he loses his slippery grip on it as you hear it clank around the sink with a bang. 

He avoids your gaze as he picks up the plate once more, knowing all to well that you wear a look of smug affirmation—one practically itching to tell him I told you so. 

“What happened to doing both, huh?”

He huffs, voice quiet and eyebrows furrowed as he concentrates on the impossible task, “S’harder than it looks, alright?”

You let out a knowing, yet unconvincing mhm and he gives in, turning to look at you. Your face is flushed as you bite the inside of your lip, stifling a laugh at his childish stubbornness. 

Eren scoffs before putting the dish down in the sink. “I’d like to see you try and do it,” he challenges, but doesn’t remove his hand from yours.

Your smile meets your eyes as you honestly shrug, “I couldn’t.” 

Eren squints his eyes at you, surprised with your rather easy defeat—though your free hand cupping his jaw as you place a trail of openmouthed kisses up his neck relaxes the wrinkles adorning his forehead.

“Because if I wanted to hold your hand,” you rasp onto the skin of his adam’s apple, hand still interlocked with his as you gently suck a blushing mark onto his skin, “I’d just do it. The dishes could wait.”

Now riled up from your teasing touches, Eren releases a bit of a groan as he closes his eyes and lets your teeth graze the sensitive flesh of his neck. He relaxes into your caress, relishing in the feeling of your lips climbing higher and higher and higher until—

His neck and hand suddenly feel cold and barren as you separate yourself from him with a smirk, lips swollen as you nonchalantly attempt to make your way out of the kitchen. 

Needless to say, you don’t make it very far.

Eren’s calloused palm is quick to wrap around your wrist and pull you back towards his warmth. Assuming he wants you to prove him wrong, you expect him to put you to work washing the dishes yourself.

But again, you’re assumptions of him are wrong—within the blink of an eye, he has you hoisted up on the counter and molding like putty in his hands.

His lips are on yours in a matter of mere seconds. He wastes no time, automatically caressing your jaw and beckoning your mouth open for his tongue to slip inside. The kiss is heated and the air between the two of you is thick, the lewd sounds of his tongue down your throat and your spit being swapped are the only things heard echoing throughout your kitchen.

Shocked with his sudden change in demeanor, you finally manage to pull away from him to catch your breath. With your head titled up towards the ceiling, you gasp for a few shaky inhales as you grasp onto the cold counter. 

Though his kisses can no longer reach your mouth, Eren shows no sign of slowing—he hungrily moves down your neck, sucking and biting and licking on any area of skin he can reach. He’s everywhere all at once. Too quick, too much, all so suddenly that he has your head spinning in every direction. 

“Eren,” you shakily gasp, thighs pressed against the cool marble of the kitchen counter, “The dishes.”

His chuckle sends vibrations straight to your core. 

“You said it yourself, baby,” he practically growls against your jaw, tongue tracing your pulse point, “The dishes can wait.”

#posting this to get it the hell out of my drafts #eren jaeger #eren x reader #eren jaeger x reader #eren fic #eren jaeger fic #eren blurb #eren jaeger blurb #eren drabble #eren jaeger drabble #eren fluff #eren jaeger fluff #aot #aot x reader #aot writing

[faevi]

LIFEGUARD!LEVI - PART TWO (smut)

Scenario: It’s the night of the bonfire and you’re ready to let loose with Levi; the lifeguard you’ve been crushing on.

AKA - Smut.

Other Parts: PART ONE HERE.

Word Count: 10,014.

Content / Trigger Warnings: Please let me know if I missed anything!

Sex (obviously), unprotected sex, creampie, cunnilingus/eating out, blowjob, handjob, public sex, outside sex, sex on a beach, doggy style, cowgirl, cursing, brief mentions of alcohol, pet-names, slight dominant implications, praise, messy? saliva, cum, etc. I think that’s it! (:

Notes: I barely edited it and so if you find mistakes, please just ignore. It’s been so long since I’ve done writing so it’s a bit rusty but I just want to get back into writing. Please read and hopefully enjoy. I'm a little nervous LMAO. T T

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS, PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT !!

"If it's a bonfire we're going to. We have to dress like, ultra slutty."

You swear your eyes could have gotten stuck by how hard you rolled them from your best friend's words; lips curling up to form an amused smile. You're sitting in front of the dresser, hands blindly scanning across your make-up products. ”You should totally dress ultra slutty, Eren will love it.” You point out, voice laced with playfulness and you quickly glance towards your best friend to see her reaction. Bingo. Completely flustered. You heard all about your best friend and Eren’s obvious flirting from Levi when he helped you sign out from the hospital. Apparently it was an absolute cringe-fest in Levi’s perspective. Personally, you sure it would have been cute to see Eren pitifully attempt to comfort your best friend, only to lead on commenting how hot she is AND that the ocean would totally not punish such a hottie or her best friend. The comforting worked, at least. You could see it in the way your best friend sheepishly giggles and drops down onto your bed, fingers twirling her hair.

It’s currently afternoon on the Saturday. Only a few days ago were you in hospital. Only a few days ago were you saved from… basically an actual death experience. You died. Briefly. Thankfully, Levi saved you. Breathed life back into you and was there every step of the way to the hospital. Even though you insisted you were completely fine. It was rather endearing that the older male refused to let things go easily. Not to mention, you had your first kiss with him in the back of the ambulance. May not be romantic in most people’s eyes but to you, any kiss with the lifeguard would be a romantic one. He invited you to a bonfire that very same day and now, it is that day. Bonfire time. Your heart thumps wildly in the your chest, inspecting yourself in the mirror.

You’re not against slutty. Slutty is fun. Adventurous. You always feel good when you style yourself up that way. You know it’d work like a charm on Levi but, for tonight… You think that you want to go down two routes. Who says you only have to stick to one style? You bite back a small smile before standing up to walk to your set of drawers, tugging the bottom one open. Your best friend watches with eagerness, crossing her legs. “Ultra slutty?” She asks.

“Not just ultra slutty. I think I’ll leave that for him to just see… Hopefully.” If things go right tonight. Many would probably find you shameless for thinking such ways for only knowing him for just over a week but, hey! One night stands exist and you just feel it in your core. You feel your attraction for the lifeguard deepening so, yeah, maybe seduction is one of the plans tonight. Asides from spending quality time with the male, adventuring further to see if what you have with him is clearly only physical or could it potentially be more?

You pull out the two piece bikini in a fiery red, dangling it playfully from the tips of your fingers for your best friend to see. You definitely expected the excited clap from her and the ramblings of how Levi or any man you’d want wouldn’t be able to resist you and you giggle, cheeks hurting from smiling so wide. You could only hope. To hide the bikini, you pick a sundress from your wardrobe that is white and pink petals looking like it’s floating across the fabric. Perfect. Pretty enough to hide the danger beneath.

Not wanting to waste anymore time and desperate to be there at the bonfire location, you swiftly move towards the bathroom, pointing playfully towards your best friend. “You get ready, too. Don’t make us late.” You warn before closing the door and turning the shower on. You place your planned outfit on the counter before breathing in deeply, trying to settle your nerves.

“Right, let’s do this.”

------

He kept insisting on picking you up. You declined every time. Maybe silly in another person’s eyes but, you wanted his raw reaction to your appearance when you arrived in front of everyone. Sure, it may be a simple sundress for the public eye but, your playful side easily slipped out when you were preparing and so, a bit of a cleavage and dress length at the knees sounds like it’d be more than enough to keep his eyes on you, wondering what could be underneath.

You bite back a giddy smile, listening to your best friend ramble on as you hold onto her hand in the backseat of the uber for moral support. If you didn’t, you felt like you’d melt into some sort of disgusting pile of goo on the uber’s seat and have to pay for cleaning. It’s a miracle that your heart isn’t out of your chest yet.

“I swear, Y/N. Eren better look at me after all this effort I put into this.” Your best friend says with a frustrated huff. You raise an eyebrow as you look towards her. She’s in a pair of tight booty shorts, the strings of her bikini exposed as they’re wrapped around her waist, nothing covering the matching bikini top. You snort softly, squeezing her hand.

“He’s going to be frothing at the mouth, truuuuust me.” You reassure her and look out of the window. The sun is setting, sky full of soft pinks and oranges. Not a cloud in sight. The uber continues to drive down the spiralling road towards the secluded location of the bonfire. It’s part of the beach still but an area that’s closed off to the public. Not everyone, you assume. Apparently the captain in charge.. Erwin, was it? He’s part of the family that owns this part of the beach. Whoever it is— You feel both relieved and spoiled.

The driver slowly comes to a halt in front of a pair of gates, rubbing the back of his neck. “I can’t go any further. Is this okay?” He asks as he looks over his shoulder. Both you and your best friend are already hastily unbuckling yourselves to open the door. “This is perfect, thank you!” You smile warmly and swiped on your phone to add an extra tip. You share pleasantries with the driver before you hear your best friend starting to whine after already expressing her gratitude. ‘So impatient’, you think fondly as you close the door and look towards the gate.

With your arm linked with the other girl, you inspect the fence and just as you were about to press the button for the buzzer, the gates swing open to allow entry. “Come on in, Levi’s gir—“ The stranger’s voice from the intercom is suddenly cut off with a sound of a strangled laugh and you blush. Gir.. girl? Girlfriend? Just girl? Whatever it is; you couldn’t help but grin, heart swelling up with fondness and pull your best friend in with you. It’s rather cute to think that maybe Levi has shown excitement for your approach. The feeling is mutual and so it’s only fair for you feel elated. Your free hand has your dress bunched up as you walk along the sandy path, winding through tall trees, enjoying the sounds of the waves in the distance and the birds twittering away in the tall trees. Each step making your heart ache with anticipation. Why does it feel like eternity since you’ve seen Levi? Are you really crushing that hard on the lifeguard?

Eventually, the trail that has been going up a slope, finally leads down towards the private opening of the beach. You already see the small group of people and the bonfire starting to blaze. Your eyes were scanning, looking for the black-haired male. “Come on, Y/N! Stop daydreaming and get your man.” You hear your best friend playfully hiss against your ear before letting go to run down the sandy hill, arms up to greet the others. Firstly, you could see Eren snapping his head towards your best friend and choking on the beer in his mouth, spluttering. A hand comes up to cover your mouth, hiding the amusement. At least your best friend succeeded.

That’s when you see him. Just a bit behind Eren spluttering about. Levi is smacking a man’s hand away from his shirt that’s unbuttoned to reveal his smooth and toned chest. Even from here as you walk down the hill, you can see his eyebrows pulled together to form a scowl as the other man’s hand— A tall blonde; continues to try and unbutton Levi’s shirt further. He nearly managed to unbutton the one hiding his abs if it wasn’t for Levi’s swift hand smacking the taller male.

“Being a Captain doesn’t mean you can strip me down, Erwin. Stop that—.” Levi warns, face expressing slight annoyance towards his Captain. Though, you have a feeling his respect for the tall blonde is sky-rocketing.

“Aw. Come on. Do it for Y/N. Bet it will turn her— Oh.” Erwin pauses, taking a sip from his ice cold beer as he looks directly at you, smiling. Levi’s gaze follows until his cold gaze meets yours. Instantly, his eyes fill up with a familiar warmth, widening a little and even before you, he couldn’t resist looking you up and down. The tightness of the chest of the sundress, flowing into loose fabric that barely covers your soft thighs, looking so squishable. His fingers twitches. You bite back a knowing smile. Sundress was the perfect answer, it seems. Simple yet, impactful.

“Should I finish my sentence?” Erwin breaks the silence with a deep laugh, hand threatening to unbutton Levi’s shirt once more. “Go annoy someone else.” Levi mutters, completely distracted but still aware enough to smack Erwin’s hand for the final time as he steps closer to you. Erwin smirks behind Levi’s shoulder before deciding to finally leave you two be.

“You arrived safely— That’s great. Great, right. You look great.” Levi says a little too bluntly, his nerves clearly giving him away. You smile, eyebrow raising and you just couldn’t help but tease the black-haired male further.

“Just great?”

“What? No, of course not.”

“You don’t sound so convincing. To think I specifically chose this for…”

Levi has a hopeful glint in his eye when he eagerly waits to hear his name fall from your pretty lips. Still, he’s not going to let your teasing get the better of him. “You look beautiful.” Levi says softly, voice laced with genuine warmth, coaxing butterflies to start fluttering in your stomach, gut clenching. “Thanks. ‘Cause I did choose this for you.” You say softly, leaning in. Your fingers help smooth out the collar of his buttoned up shirt, deliberately grazing against his skin. “Keep some of this just for me later, won’t you? I don’t want everyone to see.” You tease softly through a whisper against his ear, hearing his breath hitch with anticipation.

Levi’s hand automatically lands on your hip and both of you could agree in silence that it just felt right for him to hold you there. A soft chuckle escapes and he decides to play along, ignoring that fact that his daily job literally means often shirtless. “All for you, princess. The same goes for you, huh? If I see any part of this dress becoming undone in front of their eyes, I won’t be too pleased. You’re mine for the night. Aren’t you?” Levi asks breathlessly, steady gaze focusing on you. Rosiness dusts across your cheeks, feeling more warmth than just the sun. Even your heart picks up the pace in heartbeats. Two minutes in and he’s already showing his possessive side. Just the way you like it. It’s endearing, really. As if you’re attending not just for him? Silly.

“I’m leaving for what’s underneath as a surprise.” You hum sweetly, snaking your arms briefly around his neck to pull him in until both of your bodies collide. He’s not much taller than you; bodies able to press perfectly against one another. Even with fabric pitifully trying to block the way, you could feel the warmth radiating off of his body, his muscles tensing from the contact of your soft curves. Levi’s gaze clouds over as he stares at you with pure desire; wanting you in completely.

Not yet. You pull away with reluctance, hand touching his bare chest lightly for a moment. “Later, just you and me. What we both wanted since day one.” Levi says soft enough against your ear and your teeth bite down on your lower lip. It’s always nice to feel reassured that it’s all mutual. The lifeguard you’ve been craving wants you just as bad, if not, worse. Levi desperately needs you and he is no fool to his yearning. Your eyes once more look over him and his fingers twitch with the urge to hold onto your waist. To pull you in close and basically say ‘Back off, she’s mine.’ to his fellow co-workers. He couldn’t, though. Possessiveness in front of others so soon doesn’t seem appropriate. Still, you smile when his hand rests on your lower back and he guides you closer to everyone else. You notice your best friend already giggling at Eren’s words.

“Let’s entertain them for a bit before we sneak off, shall we?”

You smile at his words and nod.

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You find yourself thankful for the bonfire blazing away near you, arms crossing against your chest and hands caressing along your bare arms. The night sky above is glittering with stars but, it still wasn’t enough. Nothing could resist either of you from looking at each other. Levi’s gaze flickers towards yours, his long fingers now dancing gently against the side of your waist. Everyone was too drunk to notice just how close he is to you. It feels comforting to know that you both shared the idea of not becoming intoxicated.. Why? Sometimes being drunk can heightened ‘certain’ experiences but, it’s just not one of those times. It’s as if both of you want to be clear headed. To remember every single detail—

“Can we just get out of here already?”

You bite down on your lower lip to prevent yourself from grinning too much as he whispers against your ear. The hot breath fanning against it leaving you to squirm. “Took you long enough.” You huff, hands latching onto his to give an eager pull, head tilting upwards slightly to look into his clouded gaze. “Lead the way, Mister Lifeguard.” You tease through a purr and he rolls his eyes before he does pull you along, not needing to use much of his strength to do so. Levi makes sure to pluck a towel from the sand as you both finally depart the others.

No one seemed to bother or care to look in your direction as you part from the bonfire. The summer air still warm enough to keep you from shivering properly but.. You fake it. Just a little bit. Free arm to rub along your bare arm as you feign interest in your surroundings. The sandy hills and gentle waves. Levi noticed instantly and without questioning; cause hey, girls feel cold easily — He wraps his arm around your shoulders to gently pull you in, lips grazing against your temple. He couldn’t get over how beautiful you look. Especially under the moonlight. Absolutely irresistible and the older male personally, couldn’t wait to strip you out of your pretty little sundress.

You find yourself leaning into Levi for support as you walk across the sand, feeling your feet sink into it. You have no clue as to where exactly you could go on a beach for some ‘fun’. All you really know is that you’d do it right here if he expressed desire to. Except, he seems to be a man on a mission. “Nearly there, Y/N.” Levi reassures, thumb caressing against your bare shoulder and nudging against the strap of your dress. You could sense his own desperate needs deepening. It’s cute to know that you’re not the only one who is getting impatient. “You know, I’d be happy with right here.” You decide to say, glancing over your shoulder. The bonfire is far enough to look like a tiny dot against the sand. The older male pauses— following your gaze to where they basically abandoned their friends. His long fingers drag through his black hair, teeth clenching together. “You’re tempting me, Y/N. I was planning to take you—”

You cut him off. “Take me there on a future date. Keep it a surprise. Just..” You trail off as you step in close until the front of your body presses against his, hands gently trailing down the length of his arms before so boldly lacing your fingers with his. Your fingers are short compared to his but, fit so perfectly between the gaps of his. Levi could see your gaze clouding further with need and something stirs in his stomach. Fuck. It’s a miracle that he even lasted this long. If he really could have had it his way; he would have been buried deep in your cunt on day one.

“Fucking hell, Y/N.” Levi groans out in the mixture of frustration and affection towards you, one hand letting go of your own as he firmly cups the side of your neck. His lips press against yours hungrily to form a passionate kiss; one that already leaves you breathless and head spinning. You lean up on your toes, ignoring how you sink further into the sand as your soft lips move eagerly against his own pair, easily falling into the rhythm that he provides. His head tilts to deepen the kiss as he pulls you as closely as he could against his body. It baffles you that some commented on him as ‘tiny’ just because he’s shorter than the other men and few ladies on the lifeguard team. Even now, it feels like he towers over you in simply power, leaving you weak at the knees. He loves it. Being able to lean over you as his tongue swipes along your lower lip for permission. Playfully, you refuse it. Keeping your lips pressed together for just that moment. “Sweetheart.” He warns through a low grunt, his hand that hold yours, giving a squeeze before his other hand against your neck travels down to your waist.

You feel saliva smearing against your chin as his tongue drags teasing and slow against your soft skin. The dark-haired male murmurs on how sweet you already taste, mind spinning with the idea of how you’d only taste sweeter between your legs. That’s what motivates him to pry your lips open with his skillful tongue until you’re whining at the invasion. His tongue glides against every inch of your mouth, before rubbing against your tongue. It’s messy. Filthy, even. When you feel the slick saliva dribbling out from you not being able to control anything. He’s the one in control and fuck, do you love it. Your first kiss in the ambulance was nothing like this. It was sweet and to be frank, you didn’t think he’d ever kiss you like this. Silly you, for thinking he’d always be proper and not being able to let go.

Levi is ready to let go of it all completely. His cock is throbbing painfully, eager to be released from it’s constraints. He refuses for now because to him; this is all about you. His pleasure is just a huge bonus. You could feel it despite the layers of clothing. It’s pulsating against thigh, pressing into you. Your hand that he let go of clearly needs to be busy. You try to be sneaky with your movements— simply resting your hand against his own waist, moaning into the kiss. You inch closer and closer. Levi’s hand is swift to slap yours, causing you to gasp at the stinging pain. The pain subsides as he squeezes his hand around yours, pulling away from your lips. Both of you are standing far too close, bodies pressing together. You’re panting, lips coating in the mixture of his and your spit, glistening in the moonlight. He almost goes cross-eyed from just admiring how fucked out you already seem to be just from a kiss.

“As much as I’d love to feel your hand on my cock, I’m the one in control right now. Understood, pretty girl?” Levi whispers against the crook of your jaw, nails digging into the flesh of your hand and you couldn’t help but whimper. Your heart races with excitement from witnessing this dominant side of the lifeguard. It only leaves you squirming, thighs pressing together as a pitiful attempt to contain yourself. “Yes, Captain.” You say lightheartedly, free hand coming up to do a small salute with two of your fingers. Levi bites back a smile from witnessing the endearing act, leaning in to press chaste kiss along your jawline, his hand letting go of yours to slide behind your body, fingers now splaying out across your ass cheek. He bunches the fabric of your sundress as he squeezes the tender flesh of your ass. Your hands grip hopelessly onto his shoulders, needing to hold onto something so you wouldn’t fall from your knees becoming so weak. Discovering only now, that you’re ultra sensitive to the man’s touch.

His tongue dances across your warm flesh as his lips travel down to your neck. “Mark me—” You gasp out as both of his hands now continue to grope your ass cheeks relentlessly, only wishing you were out of the stupid dress now so you could feel the warmth of his palms and nails scraping against your flesh. Levi only hums in response, finding your responses to his touch to be adorable. He definitely likes this needy side of you. His teeth grazes against your neck before he kisses on the warm skin, directly in the middle of your neck. He sucks harshly on your skin, tongue gliding across to feel you squirm in his strong hold. He pulls away with a soft sigh, bringing a hand up to smear the saliva further across your neck, inspecting the dark bruising that has now formed from his eager lips. Perfect. Everyone will see it and that’s what he wants. “You’re all mine, you know? No one will lay a hand on you without receiving broken bones in return.” Levi murmurs, prompting you to exhale out sharply. Possessiveness. Another mega turn on.

“Levi, I swear if you continue to tease me.” You whine, leaning forward to press your own needy kisses against his exposed collarbone, nipping playfully at his pale flesh, watching with eagerness as blood rushes to the surface and leaves a lovely red hue across his skin. His hands that were continuing to tenderly grope your behind pulls away, grabbing the towel that was hanging over his shoulder and drags it off. “You’re impatient. I like to take my time, y’know.” Levi comments with an amused chuckle, watching as your feet shift anxiously in the soft sand. He deliberately goes slow with his movements so you continue to be restless; draping the towel over the sand. It’s definitely not big enough for the two of you. Levi is used to the sand from his profession so he doesn’t give a flying fuck. Neither did you, but… you appreciate the gesture and say nothing. “You’re such a gentleman. From giving me CPR, visiting the hospital and now laying a towel down for me? Phew, lucky girl.” You express with a giggle escaping.

Levi rolls his eyes, gently taking hold of your hand to guide you to step onto the towel. “Am I sensing some bratty moments in our future, Y/N? I’ll put you in your place.” He says, voice dropping lower and his piercing gaze never leaving yours. Oh. You blush profusely, fingers bunching up your dress. You just know the damp patch on your bikini bottoms are going to be completely obvious now. “You are lucky, though. I wouldn’t do this for anyone else. Well, minus the giving CPR. That comes with the job.” The lifeguard remarks, his hands coming up to delicately pull on the tied straps of your sundress, eyes revealing deep hunger as you move to pull the loose fabric down before him. The dress pools around your bare feet, finally revealing the dangerous red bikini. You feel somewhat vulnerable as you stand on display for the lifeguard. He’s quiet as he stares intently.

His cock is starting to hurt, throbbing further as he takes in the glorious sight of your gorgeous figure before him. Levi’s gaze scans across you, taking in the way the tiny strings seem to sit perfectly on your hips. The thin fabric barely able to cover your breasts as they spill out from the sides. You’re dangerous and red, is now his favourite colour. His fingers twitch and it takes everything within him to stop himself from just tugging your bikini bottoms aside and rail you hard. Fuck, his mind is a swirling mess of filthy thoughts. From how you must taste to how tight you’ll be when you squeeze around every inch of his raging cock. Fingers drag through his hair as he shakes his head, lips curling to form a smile of disbelief.

“Y/N, you’re messing with me.” He groans, stepping forward to tenderly cup your cheeks as he presses another fierce kiss to your swollen lips. Usually, he’d love to take his time. Kiss you breathless. Over and over but, you standing before him in nothing but a sinful looking bikini? Fuck his patience. You try to lean into the kiss but, Levi pulls away. His strong arms easily scoop you up and before you could even process it; you find yourself now laying down on the beach towel, blinking innocently as you look up at him, panting softly. He’s kneeling above you, one hand traveling along your side as he quietly admires how beautiful you look on display beneath him. It’s a sight that he thinks he’ll never get used to but, a sight he’ll desperately crave to witness daily to worship for eternity. The tips of his fingers glide along your stomach and he smiles from seeing you squirm from the ticklish touch.

“Noted.” He says and you huff, moving your left knee to nudge against him. “You hush.” You retaliate, lips still forming that pout that he’s a sucker for. Levi’s fingers now brush against your covered womanhood, thankful for the full moon as he’s able to see the damp patch so clearly despite the pair of them being surrounded by darkness. “Baby girl, you’re an eager little thing, aren’t you?” Levi teases, fingers gently pressing further until you feel the fabric press against your sensitive clit, causing your toes to curl and teeth digging into your lower lip as another pitiful attempt to prevent yourself from giving away too much. That even this touch alone is enough to let you unravel. The corners of his lips curl up to form a smirk and he pulls his hand away. The hand unbuttons the rest of his shirt undone until his chiseled abs are now on display for you. Saliva already begins to drip from your parted lips as your gaze focuses on his toned body. The way his bicep muscles tense with his movements of shrugging his shirt off.

He tosses it to the side, arms trapping you between as he grips onto the towel on either side of your head, wanting a moment to admire you once more. “You have no idea how fucking hard I am just from looking at you.” He says, speaking softly as he leans down to kiss just beneath your chin. You bite down on your lip, eyes glancing up to the stars as you feel his lips leave a trail of kisses down towards your chest. The tip of his tongue teasingly dips between your pressed together breasts, hands coming up to squish them together. You glance down as you watch the lifeguard bury his face into your covered breasts, your own hand coming up to cover your mouth, muffling the soft sounds that escape. Levi breathes in deeply, inhaling the subtle sweet scent of whatever perfume you’re wearing. God, he could never decide if he’s a boob or ass man. He selfishly wants both. Blindly, he reaches around to untie the bikini. You oblige by arching upwards.

“Good girl.” He praises with ease as he tugs away the skimpy bikini top and lifts his head to watch as your breasts spill out and be free from the clothing that barely contained them. He sighs heavily, head hanging forward. This is unfair. How could someone be so perfect in every way? Half of your face hides behind your hand as you shyly glance towards him. “What is it? They’re not.. bad, are they?” You ask timidly, wondering where your confidence is. Levi shakes his head quickly, large hands now cupping your breasts to give a loving squeeze. “Beyond good, darling. Are you getting shy on me now? Cute.” He comments as his index fingers gently flick against your hardened buds, noticing the way you whimper from the contact. The mere thought of you responding so sweetly to a moment of pain is enough to fuel the sadist in him but, it’s not time for that.

He lowers himself over you, one hand still massaging your soft breast. The warmth of his breath fans over the one receiving no attention before his lips wrap around the sensitive nipple to suck on sweetly, lips parting further to take more of you into his mouth, groans muffled. You pant heavily, one hand coming up to thread your fingers through his silky hair to give a sweet pull. It only encourages him. Levi shifts, his right leg pressing against yours, guiding it to move up with his so your legs were spread out further and his covered crotch is pressing against yours. You could feel it. His contained length throbbing against your soaking core. Everything he does, leaves your heart racing and lips forever to parted to let out the needy sounds. The way his leg pushed yours upwards so he could press down against you. The way you could feel his tongue swirl around your nipple as he sucks on your tit with eagerness, drool seeping out as he frankly did not care about leaving a mess.

The towel bunches up slowly beneath you as you continue to squirm against it, unable to do anything but take what he happily gives you. The pleasure leaving you hot and flushed. Your toes curl into the sand and nails grazing along his scalp. The reactions only encourage him, pinching your other nipple to tease, twisting and pulling just hard enough for you to feel the sweet pain that leaves you whining out for him. “Levi..” You whine out loudly, face turning to rub against the towel, feeling completely blissed out just from the attention to your breasts. The lifeguard only hums in response, deciding to switch his mouth to the other nipple to suck on, tongue flicking against it. His hand moves to squeeze the other breast, smearing his saliva against the squishy flesh. His back stays curved just so he could give your breasts attention as he slowly grinds against you, finally needing just a tiny bit of relief for his hard aching cock. The friction coaxes out a low moan of your name, teeth grazing against your nipple before he pulls away with a heavy pant.

“Levi, please— Let me.. Wan’ touch you.” You plead quietly and if it was any other day, Levi would have happily gave in to feel either your hand or wet mouth around his cock. He promised to himself tonight that this was all about you, though. “You’re going to lay there and take what I give you. Like the good girl I know you are.” He gently reminds, hand caressing your rosy cheek as he gazes down at you; eyes a swirl of fondness and desire for you. You pout a little, ignoring how your heart flutters from basically being treated like a pillow princess. Well… minus the pillow. He waits to see if you’d retaliate and soon smiles when he knows you’re obeying him. Truly, such a good girl for him. He adores it.

His hands gently grip onto your knees to keep your legs apart as he leans down to press hot, sloppy kisses down your soft tummy, allowing you to wiggle beneath him. “Tsk, how are you going to handle me fucking you if you’re already so squirmy?” He teases, teeth latching onto the edge of your bikini bottoms to give a teasing tug. You whimper, hands covering your face once more as you feel so flushed. The cool night breeze isn’t enough for you. You just feel so hot as you lay there for him, taking every touch he blesses you with. Levi could smell your excitement and it drives him further, fingers quick to untie the sides of the bottoms before he tugs them off. Instantly, your face heats up. You didn’t think it could feel any hotter but, it’s only natural when he’s staring so intensely at your dripping pussy.

“Fuck.” He curses out in near disbelief again from just how pretty you are; pussy alone. The entirety of you is nearly beyond what he can comprehend. Fingers are gentle when he they push apart your slick covered folds to inspect your further. The way your clit looks so inviting to suck and kiss on. The way your juices just slowly drip downwards onto the towel. The way your hole clenches around nothing and looking so inviting for his cock to just bury deep in. He has to wait, though. Just a little longer. If it’s possible. His long fingers stroke up and down your pussy, watching in silent amazement at how quickly his fingers get coated with your excitement.

“Such a pretty pussy.” He compliments quietly and you’re panting from feeling his featherlight touch of his stroking fingers, your hands gripping onto the towel. Were you always this sensitive? You couldn’t remember being this riled up by a man’s touch. Maybe it’s because it’s the lifeguard and you clearly festered both a romantic crush and deep attraction for him. Levi shifts to look at you as his fingers become more firm with his touch. It’s still gentle, swiping up and down slowly and barely brushing against your clit. You feel it throb and let out a whine, trying to angle your hips to feel more. Levi chuckles softly, pressing loving kisses to your inner thighs that quiver. “So needy for me.” He purrs softly, finally giving in for you. Long fingers tease around your tight entrance before slowly pressing in middle finger in. His own head hangs forward as he feels your inner walls squeeze around the new intrusion. It feels so warm and inviting. Wet enough to practically suck his finger in.

With one final kiss to your womanhood, Levi’s tongue meets your clit. You choke on your own moans from the new sensations. Your velvety walls squeezing around his finger that slowly pumps in and out. You feel his tongue swirling around your throbbing clit, the pleasure surging up your body already enough to coax you to tremble. You feel too sensitive— Clear from how your legs clench around the lifeguard’s head. Levi doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he’s just endeared and encouraged to go further. His long middle finger continues to slide in and out with ease, pushing in deep as he could to feel more of you as he presses sloppy kisses and tongue dragging against your clit. His wet muscle flicks against your clit repeatedly, watching with eyes alight with passion for your reactions. Each squirm. Each wiggle. The way his name sounds like a prayer you’re chanting between your needy moans. All of it is glorious to him.

He slides his index finger with his middle to stretch your hole out further, watching as you sob out in ecstasy already from the pleasure that washes over you in waves. Your eyes stay open as you stare up at the night sky, lips open and drool seeping out. It feels so good, the way his tongue expertly rolls against your clit and how his long fingers seem to reach further, angling enough until your body jolts with something further. “F-Fuck.” You stutter out, hand quickly gripping onto his black hair. Levi’s head tilts slightly, keeping his fingers angled as he continues to relentlessly finger you in the same position, enjoying the wet sloppy sounds of your pussy and your internal walls squeezing around his fingers. It only drives his imagination to go crazy and crave for further things. He’s not going to. Not yet. Not until you cum around his fingers first. He’s evil like that. One orgasm is never enough for his eyes to witness.

Your eyes roll back before closing tightly, the sounds of your moans becoming louder as his fingers continue to abuse the sweet spot in you, leaving you trembling and your face scrunching up. Unable to contain just how heavenly it all feels. Your stomach begins to feel tight and hot. The desperation to let go going further. Fuck, you know you need to. You try to hold it back. Thinking it’d be unfair to climax without him doing it alongside you. “Le-ah… Levi— Please. I can’t— If you keep— Nnghh..” You whimper out loudly, unable to form a proper sentence to warn the lifeguard. He snorts quietly, face burying further against you as his tongue rubs against your clit and fingers skilfully sliding in and out. Not too rough. Just enough to drive you further. Your nails dig harshly into his scalp as you try to grip onto his hair. The stars seem to double in the sky as your built up high finally snaps.

His arm wrapped around your thigh loosens up once he begins to feel your thighs tremble hard through your orgasm. The lifeguard watches in silent adoration, taking in every way your body relaxes. Muscles tensing up, only to relax. Toes curling and legs squirming against the towel and sand. You’re panting heavily between your needy cries, face still scrunched up as you truly can’t comprehend the explosion of an orgasm you’re feeling. Just from his fingers and tongue alone. Your body and mind feels like jelly. Unable to think of anything as you lay there, happily riding the absolute bliss. Levi’s hands tenderly stroke your thighs, smearing your slick across your skin.

“Such a good girl.” He praises you gently, prompting a shy smile to appear across your face. “Hush..” You mumble, knee bumping against his face lightly from where he lays. Levi chuckles softly before leaning down to slowly drag his tongue up between your folds, collecting more of your sweetness to consume. “The sweetest, too.” Levi groans out. You whimper softly, feeling too sensitive from just climaxing. He doesn’t care. “Please let me just touch your cock. I haven’t even seen you yet! Bit unfair…” You complain, lips forming your signature pout once more. Levi snorts. He is leaning on his knees now, hands rubbing still along your legs, fingertips massaging your muscles.

Levi thinks it’s a miracle that he’s even lasted this long without whipping his cock out and, could he truly deny himself this pleasure? The dark-haired male’s tongue drags along his lips, still able to taste you. “Come on, then.” His long fingers gesture for you to sit up and his eyes widen momentarily from just how quick you obey him. You sit up properly, eyes eager and darting from his face to his crotch. “You’re like a puppy.” Levi comments, ignoring the way your cute eagerness just makes his raging cock throb.

His fingers slip past the elastic band of his boardshorts before he slowly begins to pull it down. He’s still teasing you. Intentionally and you know it. You huff quietly and your eyes focus on seeing a nice trimmed area around the base of his— Oh. You watch as his thick erection finally springs out from the horrible constraints. He’s big, which unsurprisingly you weren’t truly expecting. All you knew was that you’d be obsessed with his cock no matter how it looks. You lean in close to inspect the way his cock curves slightly, two veins protruding slightly along the length of it and the perfectly pink-ish tip leaking with pre-cum already. Will it even fit? You couldn’t help but wonder.

Levi watches you anxiously as you just stare at his cock, hand extending out to brush the hair out of your eyes. “Hurry up and touch my cock. It’s what you wanted.” He huffs out the order, prompting a shy giggle to escape you, cheeks feeling hot. “Your cock is so pretty, I’m obsessed.” You say sweetly, shifting your body until your knees dig into the beach towel, one hand planted against it as your other reaches for his length. Your fingers wrap around the base of his cock, feeling it throb in your hold and your warm breath fan against the tip. Levi’s breath hitches, looking down at you in a rather vulnerable position. Ass hovering up before him and face pressing against his erection. He finds himself wishing he could tattoo this image in his mind to have for life.

He tries to stay quiet, minus the soft panting that escapes as he tries to contain himself from not showing too much. Your hand begins to gently stroke along the entire length of his cock, fingertips just being able to touch around the thickness. He’s going to stretch you out so well and your pussy is already dripping with need. You look up at him from beneath your long lashes as your lips wrap around the leaking tip and suckle on it gently, allowing saliva to dribble out. Levi groans, fingers threading through your hair to grip firmly as he focuses deeply on both the sight and the way his cock feels the wet warmth of your sweet mouth.

Your tongue teasingly swirls several times slowly around the tip, enjoying the salty taste of his pre-cum that leaks as your hand continues to move slowly along the length, fingertips pressing lightly against the protruding veins. Your wrist twists lightly with each stroke and Levi couldn’t help but mutter filth beneath his breath from how good it feels. Just from your hand and tongue alone. It encourages you to squeeze around the base of his cock as your lips stretch around the width of his throbbing cock, moans muffled by your mouth stuffed full. It sends vibrations along his length and he strangles out his own moan of your name, tugging on your hair.

You begin to slide your mouth along. You keep your jaw nice and slack so you’re able to take most of him into your mouth. The tip brushes against the back of your throat as you take him further, prompting you to gag lightly. It sounds heavenly to his ears, always been a lover of the wet sounds of a blowjob. He presses gently on the back of your head, forcing you to take more, which you do so eagerly. You don’t care about choking. Hell, you love the feeling of it. Throat stuffed full of his cock and the only access to breathe is through your nose heavily. Your throat muscles constrict around his pulsating cock and it coaxes a tremble out of his body, hips bucking slightly.

Your tongue presses against the underside and no matter how much you slurp up your saliva, more just continues to spill out. The blowjob is filthy and loud. Just the way he likes it. Levi wouldn’t give a flying fuck if one of their friends happens to walk by on the beach. All he can think about is your heavenly mouth wrapped so sweetly and taking every inch of his length. He didn’t care about the salty air or sand between his toes. He just wants you. As you continue to fuck your mouth onto his cock, he could feel the hotness in his stomach tighten with the need to release. The desperate build continues and this isn’t where he wanted to finish. “Fuck— Baby. Stop, I want to fuck you properly.” Levi breathes out heavily, eyelids heavy as he looks down at you.

You whine, wanting to continue to taste his cock on your tongue but, you obey and slide your mouth off with an audible pop. You couldn’t stop yourself from breathing heavily as you lacked air for so long. A string of saliva connects from your lips to the pulsing tip of his length. Your chest rises and falls with each deep breath, leaning forward to give the tip a loving kiss. Levi hisses lowly, already kicking off his boardshorts properly before reaching into the pockets for the condom he tucked away hours before.

“No.” You say, playfully swatting at the condom in his hand, still on your knees. He looks at you for a moment with an eyebrow raised. “Wan’ be stuffed full of your cum.” You say sweetly and his brain instantly short-circuits. Cum. Inside. Fuck. His hands roughly cup your cheeks, forcing you to kneel up before he presses a fierce kiss to your lips. You couldn’t help but moan at the taste of yourself still lingering on his lips. “You’re so filthy, I’ll break you.” He breathes out before his hands forcefully move your body. You found yourself turned around, unable to see him. A soft mewl escapes your lips as his hand pushes against your back until your breasts meet the towel and sand. You could barely focus on trying to straighten the fabric beneath you as his large hands grope your ass cheek with roughness.

Levi’s nails drag along your ass before his hands spread outwards until he could see everything. Your face feels hot once more from being moved into such a compromising position, nuzzling your face into the towel. He watches as your juices slowly drip from your pussy, clearly ready to invite him in. He’s going in bare. No condom. He’ll be able to feel— Fuck, he couldn’t wait anymore. Courtesies be damned. One hand keeps you spread out for him as his other holds the base of his cock. For several moments, he just rubs his throbbing length between your slick folds, breath becoming heavy. “Don’t you dare stay quiet.” He warns you gently before pushing the tip of his cock into your tight hole.

You whimper loudly when you feel just the head pressing into you. You could barely focus on how both of his hands grip onto your ass now, ignoring the stretch of your cheeks and only wishing you could see his face. The lifeguard watches as he slowly sinks his thick cock into you, deep desire for you only growing as he witnesses every inch disappearing as your velvety walls seem to grip onto his cock and pull him in. As if your body acted alone on wanting to be filled to the brim of his cock. Levi’s head tilts back as he groans at the heavenly feeling of your tight, wet hole.

Your hand reaches out to pitifully grip onto soft sand, trying to get used to the sweet painful feeling of his erection stretching you out so quickly. You pant heavily between whimpering moans, mouth hanging open and eyes barely able to focus on the dot of red in the far distance; the bonfire. Here you are, ass propped up and Levi’s cock buried so deeply inside of you. Levi’s hand reassuringly strokes along your side as he leans forward to press chaste kisses against the back of your shoulder, feeling his hot breath. “You feel like fucking heaven..” Levi mutters breathlessly and selfishly, he doesn’t even wait for your signal to continue as he starts to pull out, only to fuck back into you.

You blush at his words, head tilting to press against the towel and it muffles your already loud moans as he takes his time fucking into you. Levi feels almost delirious as he feels your slick walls stretching out for him but staying wrapped so snug and tight around him each time his length invades your sweet hole. He grunts, reaching out to grip onto your hair, forcing your head to tilt to the side so he could hear your beautiful moans of his name. You squeeze around his length, feeling him dragging along your inner walls. It only leaves you sobbing out for him, addicted to the pleasurable feeling. How will you ever live without his cock again? It drives the lifeguard further and he picks up the pace of his thrusts. Skin slapping against skin becoming louder and mixing with both and his own sounds that continue to escape.

The dark-haired male drills his cock into you relentlessly, fucking you into the ground of the beach. The sound of the gentle waves weren’t enough to mask anything anymore. He’s thrilled by the squelching sound of your pussy as he continues to fuck you, fingers gripping onto your hips hard enough to leave bruising. Levi’s eyes are closed tightly, riding the sweet pleasure he feels as you continue to squeeze around him. Your moans turn into loud cries, body jerking forward each time he slams his thick into your hole, stuffing you full to the brim. One of his hand travels along your hot skin until it presses flat against your lower stomach. He’s leaning over you, whispering into your ear.

“Feel that, baby? Can feel my own cock inside of you.” He presses down further, feeling your stomach bulge as his cock fucks into you deep. You whimper loudly from feeling every inch, tears glued to your long lashes. “L-Levi, please..” You beg, arching into his hand. He chuckles breathlessly, reaching for your hand in the sand until his fingers lace with yours. He pulls his length out until it’s only the tip before he slams back into you. He repeats it, breath ragged and unable to ever get used to feeling of your sweet dripping cunt. “Ah~ Wan’ face— see.. please!” You babble out, feeling as if your mind is slipping away as you’re completely embraced by the pleasure he blesses you with.

The lifeguard is panting heavily, heart jumping at the idea that briefly crosses his mind. Even if he loves the stunning sight of your cunt squeezing around his invading cock; the idea of you on top becomes more appealing. Levi slides his cock out, noticing it already dripping with your juices. “Come on, Baby.” He groans at the loss of your hole, hands lifting you up. Your body already feels like melting jelly, but you obey his guidance by moving until bodies are twisting and he’s the one now laying down on the crinkled towel, cock slapping against his toned stomach.

“Good girl. So pretty. Such a pretty girl, going to make me feel all sorts of pleasure, hm?” He praises, prompting you to feel giddiness as you straddle him with ease. One of your hands gently takes hold of his cock once more to position against your needy hole. Sweat lightly coats both of your bodies and Levi is watching with silent desperation as you position yourself. He needs your cunt again. His palms caress your weak thighs as silent encouragement, chewing on his lower lip. You finally sink down onto his cock and the pair of you moan together. All over again, you feel the stretching pain subside quickly as his length buries deep inside of your pussy. You look down to see the lifeguard looking like he’s on some high, which he definitely feels like he is as your warm, slick covered walls clench around his throbbing cock.

Pretty moans are dragged out of you as you begin to ride his length like it’s the only thing your body was created for. You move eagerly; up and down. Unable to contain the ecstasy that surges through you. Levi thinks the entirety of you is an enchanting sight — From the way your breasts bounce, to how your cunt just swallows his cock so eagerly each time you slide down, the wetness of your womanhood aiding with each swift slide. Even the way you roll your hips is heavenly. His hands slide up your thighs, fingertips ghosting across your hips. You angle yourself into his grip, pressing your chest against his. You whimper directly against his ear, pressing wet kisses to his jawline as you fuck yourself onto his perfect cock.

His hands squeeze your hips before he holds you in place, preventing yourself from grinding down on his cock and begins to pound up into you, head falling back onto the beach towel as he groans from the pleasurable feeling that continues to smother his own length. You gasp sharply when his thickness begins to drill into you, abusing that sweet spot that leaves you seeing extra stars for the night. You’re clinging onto him, nails digging into his shoulders as you sob, feeling overwhelmed and overstimulated from the way he fucks deep, dragging along your walls that continue to clench, as if your hole is begging for him to stay inside.

It’s all becoming too much. You’ve become a big crybaby in his arms as you just simply enjoy being used by the lifeguard. Utterly drunk off of the delectation and all over again, you could feel the rush of the orgasm approaching. “Le-Levi!” You choke out as you tighten your hold on him. Levi groans, feeling his own orgasm rapidly approaching him as he fixates on his hips thrusting upwards sharply. “Let go, sweetheart.” He whispers, sounding like the oxygen was already knock out of him, strands of hair sticking to his temples from the sweat. Your face is buried against his neck and as you hang on for dear life, the last few sloppy yet deep thrusts sent you over the edge for the second time.

Your mind is completely wiped, eyes rolling and crying out loudly for the lifeguard as your body trembles on top of him, walls clenching repeatedly squeezing around his thickness as if hungry to milk him of every drop of his own cum. Levi groans, arms wrapping around your waist to embrace you, giving one last final thrust through your orgasm until he finds himself chasing you over the edge. He’s panting heavily, thigh muscles tensing and hips stuttering as his cum spills from the sensitive tip of his cock, pumping you full of his hot, sticky cum. “Good girl, fuck.. You feel so- fuck..” He murmurs breathlessly, unable to focus on anything but the pleasure surging through his body and leaving his head spinning.

He slowly rides out both his and your orgasm by slowly thrusting into you, noticing how much full you feel from his seed filling you up to the brim and even dripping slowly from your stuffed hole. His cock being coated with a mixture of your slick with his cum. You’re panting heavily, an occasional whine escaping in response to his cock slowly sliding in and out of you; each glide of his cock with ease. “You’re perfect.” He whispers softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as you continue to cling onto him.

You feel like you’re floating, completely buzzed from being blessed with two orgasms. Truly overstimulated, you don’t think you’d be able to handle anything else. You feel sweaty and sand— It was unavoidable, even with a towel. You couldn’t stop yourself from giggling as you continue to lay on top of him, pressing lazy kisses to his neck. The corners of his lips curl slightly from hearing your endearing giggle. “What’s so funny?” He asks with an eyebrow raising, hand caressing along your back. “I never fucked on a beach before. Was definitely an experience.” You comment lightly, ears finally starting to tune in on the wind through the trees in the distance and the waves of the ocean. “A good experience, I hope.” He grunts as he finally decides to slide out of your comforting warmth, feeling his own sticky cum oozing out onto his lap. He refuses to move, just hugging onto your waist.

You squirm from the sticky feeling between your legs, pouting at the loss of his pretty cock inside of you. You shift yourself until you’re hovering above, face to face. “The best experience.” You whisper before leaning down to press a loving kiss to his sweet tiers. You could still taste yourself on his lips and it prompts your face to heat up. He smiles against your lips, a hand coming up to cup the back of your head. His lips move slowly against yours, savouring the kiss and pouring everything into it. It leaves you breathless again, fingertips brushing along his neck before you finally pull away from the kiss.

Quietly, Levi sits up slightly to try and straighten out the towel beneath him, one arm still wrapped around your waist. You grin, brushing the sand out of his hair. Well, the best you could. He smiles softly towards you, gaze holding warmth. He uses his strength to move you with ease until you’re both laying on your sides, facing each other and legs tangled. Clothes lay forgotten to the side, abandoned condom on top. Your hand rests against his toned chest, silently admiring him. Tonight was perfect. Sure, to others it may not be so appealing to fuck in an open space. You’re 100% sure that the sounds of your pleasure would have carried with the wind towards your friends at the bonfire. Everything was public. Still public, as you lay beneath the stars and gentle moonlight. You like it. Even if others exist on the beach — Night or day, it always just felt like you were in your own world with Levi. Besides, it’s rather attractive that someone ‘oh so serious’ seems to be into public sex and possessive over you.

Levi takes hold of your hand, bringing it up to his lips and he kisses each of your knuckles tenderly before his long fingers lace with yours. He didn’t care about the bodily fluids drying up. He just wants to hold your hand. He wants to hold you, all through the night. To hell with the mess, really. Both of you can just wash up later at his apartment. Mm. He smiles at the thought of you sharing a shower with him. You give him a questioning look, head tilting slightly and your thumb caressing his hand lightly. Levi inhales deeply before leaning in until his forehead rests against yours, noses brushing against each other.

“I just look forward to even more time with you.” He whispers, not caring how bold it is of him. It’s how he feels. It’s genuine. No one else has ever captured his heart like you did when you walked through the door to ask help for the lost little girl. Levi is the type to be honest and he definitely refuses to hide anything from you, the one he’s falling in love with. You smile softly, easily melting at his words. Heart becoming jelly, just like your body. You kiss him softly before snuggling into him, closing your eyes. You have no intention of moving an inch away from the lifeguard that you’re falling so deeply for. You look up towards the dark sky. Your previous empty mind now swirling with love and affection you hold for Levi. You breathe in before you finally, sigh out happily.

“Me, too.”

#fae's writing #fae; writing. #levi x reader #levi x y/n #aot x reader #aot x y/n #aot writing #levi writing #aot scenario #levi scenario #fae; levi. #um what else do i tag #anime scenario #anime x reader #anime x y/n #also i hope my writer fellows don't mind that i #looked at 'how' they post their writing eg the aesthetics #and tried to mimic it #so i can fit in DFGLKFDJ #like using dividers?? and stuff #ah : ) i'm nervous #why did i wait too long to write this #i am an ass #CLOSES EYES AND CLICKS POST

[laceymorganwrites]

Post war: dating hcs

Uh this got a bit out of hand so I´m putting it under a cut. (characters are Jean, Levi and Reiner)

Jean:

You said you loved me but you threw me out in the garbage 

Now I´m starting to stink but everybody says I´m flawless

it´s fair to say that his dating life had changed the most drastically 

he used to be a hopeless romantic that was known for falling too fast and never having any luck with it

he had his head in the clouds and great aspirations

needless to say everything changed after the war

in a sense he got everything he always wanted

he was celebrated as a hero, he was one of the people who saved the world

and yet he didn´t take any pride in that

if it was four years ago he would´ve but he had changed a lot, like all of them did

it was all so shallow at this point

he could get everyone he wanted to but it didn´t mean anything

it all became worthless to him

no matter what a mess he becomes after the war everyone still looks at him like he´s the best

he has a lot of unhealthy coping mechanisms and his life is horrible, he hasn´t slept well in over three years now

he doesn´t take care of himself, has distanced himself from all his friends and is just miserable overall

he is so annoyed by everyone who is coming onto him in hopes to get lucky

just so they can say they fucked one of the heroes who saved the world

because he wants to drive off those people his situation gets worse and worse, he purposefully gets lost in the misery and lashes out at anybody and anything

he doesn´t even want to date anyone anymore, romance is dead in his eyes

relationships are meaningless to him

but then he´s invited to Connie´s wedding and has to pull himself together

his friends haven´t forgotten about him, they didn´t even judge him, they were just concerned

they were the wake up call he needed

he cleaned himself up and showed up, he had a great time at the wedding, reuniting with everyone 

and he also got to meet you

you were a friend Connie met after the war and were excited to meet his other friends

of course you heard a lot about them but you didn´t really care about any of it, to you being a war hero wasn´t something to boast about

you knew yourself how horrible war was and never would think about believing anything about the honor bullshit

it was a badge of luck, luck that came with survivor guilt and the inability to live a normal life

you promised yourself to just talk to them normally but Jean immediately peeked your interest

he was just too handsome not to notice him

which is why you were surprised that nobody made any moves on him

he didn´t seem like a bad guy so you were even more curious now

Connie introduced the two of you and you two bonded over sharing embarrassing stories about him

at the end of the wedding you ask Jean to stay in contact, asking him to hang out more since he was a fun guy

and Jean agreed because that´s the first time someone has ever said that to him and actually meant it without any hidden intentions

casual and friendly hangouts turn into dates at a healthy pace, enabling him to finally enjoy and live in the moment

he still finds it strange how just one person could change his perspective 

he´s way too lucky since he gets to have the perfect relationship he´s always dreamt about with you

Levi:

Control me I don't own myself Just a product of your design

much like Jean his reputation precedes him

to him it isn´t anything new however

people always looked at him as a weapon and used him accordingly 

he fit in perfectly in this world and earned his respect and status

his view on dating didn´t change after the war

even before he never cared for any of that

Levi did date a few people when he was still living in the underground but he always got bored of them

then he dedicated his whole life to the survey corps and nothing else had space anymore

it was an empty and fulfilling life at the same time and because he didn´t know inner peace to begin with he didn´t have any regrets after the war

but because all of his closest friends are dead there still is this emptiness inside of him

it´s the worst when he´s in company of strangers who don´t know him but act like they do because he´s a war hero

Levi absolutely hates that term, fighting´s all he was ever good at and for and that´s why he despises it

especially after finding out about the truth he feels utterly lost

and now there´s no one there to guide him anymore

he´s always been lonely but it´s been a long time since he´s been utterly alone

he hates the pitying stares he gets because of his injuries, it´s humiliating to have to rely on others for daily chores 

ever since Gabi and Falco returned to their families and were finally able to live a normal life he´s been the nightmare of many nurses and hospital staff

not a lot of people can put up with him and his quirks

you´re the only one he tolerates at first

you don´t complain, you don´t ask stupid questions, you keep things clean and most importantly you neither pity nor glorify him

you´re just there to help when he needs it and he really does appreciate it 

over time he finds out that you´re very close with Gabi and Falco as you used to babysit them 

they were the ones who got Levi to the hospital when they found him

at first you were wary of him after everything they told you but he wasn´t arrogant as you would expect from humanity´s strongest soldier

before you there was just one broken man

and a part of you was relieved, if he was just some guy you could do your job

there were so many war veterans that made you want to quit with the way they acted and behaved but he wasn´t like that at all

in fact sometimes you wished he would speak more, you would like to get to know him

after his wounds have healed and he´s discharged he´s just wandering around town aimlessly

he doesn´t know where to go, he doesn´t really want to go back to Paradis, he doesn´t have anyone or anything left anyway

but he doesn´t belong here either

or so he thought

Gabi and Falco ask you if he can stay with you until he finds a job and his own place and you agree, taking pity in him

you could only imagine how hard it must be for him to resume with life after everything that happened

still, you didn´t think that Levi would get back into things so quickly

he tries to do everything on his own just the way he did before but obviously he can´t and that frustrates him

he absolutely hates it when you help him

but slowly he learns that it´s okay to rely on people again, that they won´t disappear this time, that yes, even after the war, he has the right to build a life for himself again

actually it is the first time he is allowed to be selfish 

Levi takes a long time to even fathom the idea of a romantic relationship, the feelings he experienced in his life have exceeded those of love by far and so he is a bit unsure on how to deal with your confession

because of course you would fall in love with him, maybe it was your savior complex or the way you saw life return to his tired and sad eyes, the way he would crack a smile and joke here or there, it was inevitable 

you didn´t like waiting around so you took your chance and just told him straight up you had feelings for him

Levi didn´t understand (and still doesn´t, but he appreciates it now) how that is even possible but he listens to you and is touched by your words

your confession does mean a lot to him and he doesn´t turn you down right away, however he does ask you to wait a little longer for his answer because you´ve become important to him and he needs to be sure he can give you what you´re looking for

it´s not even about his body at this point, he´s not ashamed anymore, it´s just that he´s so scared of being emotionally unavailable that he cna barely breathe

hell, he has to ask Jean out of all people for advice, but he did get a fiancee somehow so he thinks he could make an exception

it´s only when he sees how happy Jean is with his partner and how happy they both are for Levi that he himself realizes that the way Jean looks at his fiancee is the way you look at him

and that knowledge hits him hard, he feels his heart burst out of his chest

he....could have that too? this happiness? and it could be with you? the person who somehow raked their way so deep inside his heart he didn´t even notice it? the person he trusted the most? the person who knew him better than anyone else ever could?

he does agree to date you naturally but does warn you that he needs time to adjust to expressing his feelings, to letting them in in the first place

you´re over the moon and just seeing your reaction assures him that he made the right choice, he himself can´t help but grin and extend his hand to you

naturally you go to Jean´s wedding together and are bombarded with questions after the reception

Levi tries to be annoyed but even he can´t suppress the little smile that forms on his lips

Reiner:

I´d like to find my old self again but I´m still trying to find it

dating is literally the last thing on his mind after the war

he never has dated before and doesn´t plan to now either

realizing your whole life has been a while, you were responsible for hundreds and thousands of deaths and destruction and didn´t even know who you were fighting for

Reiner just feels utterly lost in life now that everything´s over

and he doesn´t even have a place to call home

he´s glad to be able to see Gabi and Falco at least, he wants to make sure they have a good life and a good remainder of their childhood

hell, he didn´t even know if he had any more years left to live but apparently the curse is broken now

a part of him is sad about it because in those years of uncertainty he was hoping for it to end, maybe a part of him would be redeemed that way

his friends have stayed with him throughout everything though and he still doesn´t understand why

they all have their own family and he doesn´t know how to react to their attention

now that everything´s over he feels even more than he did back then, actually he thinks about whether there was a time in his life where he was happy at all or if he would ever be happy again

his friends tell him it´s alright and that he will find his place, that they´re there for him at all times

to get back into things they help him find a good schedule and plan hang outs with everyone

Annie goes running with him, Levi out of all people helps him find a job

he takes Reiner with him for his monthly check up, he´s very close to being able to walk with just crutches now 

there Reiner meets his S/O as well who then introduces him to their colleagues while they´re doing the check up

you´re among them and he finds it surprisingly easy to talk to you

so much so that he talks to you about how scary he finds it how easy the people seem to have forgotten about his and his friends´ past crimes and forgave them so easily

´forgiving others is easy, forgiving yourself is the hard part. it´s no use getting stuck on the past when you´ve got so much longer to live´ you tell him 

somehow your words strike a cord within him and he does his best to actually forgive himself, it´s hard because he doesn´t want to, he doesn´t see a man in the mirror but a monster 

still, he tries and he slowly gets back into working

funnily enough he starts working at your parents´ shop so you see him more often now

your parents even invite him over for dinner once a week now which makes it hard for you

you know that Reiner needs time to work on himself before even thinking about dating but you find it so easy to fall for him

and your parents aren´t exactly subtle about it either, always pestering Reiner with questions if he had anyone special in his life and how long you have been single now

actually it´s in this conversation both of you realize that you´ve been holding yourselves back with stupid excuses

you work too much and Reiner is just a mess

but you realize that both of these things don´t stop a relationship from forming, after all in a good and functioning relationship you support each other, lift each other up 

´I´m flattered but I don´t think I´m good enough for you, you´re gonna get tired of me...and it won´t take long´ are his words when you tell him you want to give it a try

you take his fear away a bit by saying you´re just dating and that you´re just trying it for now, that he can always leave if it´s too much

and when after a year he doesn´t you make it official

it´s new to Reiner but he´s so happy to have you by his side because with you he finally found someone he can cry to and feel safe 

at the same time he is beyond proud of himself that he manages to take care of himself now, he can feel himself getting better slowly, day by day

to a point where he can open his own shop and work there, helping around town 

it´s certainly a nicer feeling to be depended on and needed in building things up rather than destroying them

and having you support him with everything, showing him the love he´s been missing his whole life, for the first time he´s genuinely happy

the relationship you have is something so precious and intimate to him he goes above and beyond to make sure you feel the same way

sometimes you have to slow him down and assure him you won´t leave him

definitely the type of guy to build a family with, he´s here to stay

Songs used as inspo: 

Flawless - Dorothy

Perfect Blue - softcult

All Too Well (Taylor´s Version) - Taylor Swift

#attack on titan #attack on titan reiner #attack on titan imagine #attack on titan hcs #attack on titan headcanons #attack on titan jean #attack on titan levi #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan x you #attack on titan x y/n #aot #aot writing #aot reiner #aot imagines #aot hcs #aot headcanons #aot jean #aot levi #aot x reader #aot x y/n #aot x you #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyojin imagines #shingeki no kyojin headcanons #shingeki no kyojin hcs #shingeki no kyojin jean #shingeki no kyojin reiner #shingeki no kyojin levi #shingeki no kyojin x reader #shingeki no kyojin x you

[angelanimedesaray]

Was re-reading Wings in the Dark the other day looking for a scene and stumbled across a part where Reader refers to Levi as Levi Ackerman.

Whooooops, gotta go in and fix that, this is 3 ish years before Eren even shows up as a titan: bitch, you do not have that knowledge, get that last name out of here, it hasn't been unearthed yet. We may have finagled the timeline a bit and blamed butterfly effect of introducing vamps into the narrative, but it hasn't changed THAT much.

(yet)

Slaps self in the face a few times.

And don't do it again!

#aot writing #snk writing #wings in the dark #writing problems #fanfic writing problems #fanfiction writing problems #aot fanfic writing problems #aot fanfiction writing problems #foresight is a bitch sometimes

[selarina]

Warmth

→ Levi Ackerman x Fem!Reader

Chapter 1

Series Masterlist | AO3 link

Summary: Levi comes to understand second chances, dreary yearning, and comfort.

Chapter summary: Seven months after the incident, Levi is still experiencing the effects of his injury. Oh, and he misses you.

Word Count: 5.3k words

Content Warnings: childhood friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, fluff, eventual smut, description of injuries, headaches, levi is injured, high school au, eventual college au, possibly medically inaccurate

(warnings will be added as I progress with the story)

Author's Note: Well, it's finally here. There's a prologue painting a picture of how the injury happened. It's linked on my pinned post but I'll create a masterlist for this series soon.

Final year of high school

Levi entered the otherwise crowded cafeteria, looking misplaced in the vibrant crowd. He was clad in his monochrome outfit, a neutral expression gracing his face. He never really understood the practicality of the placement of the tables here, but now, he has a newfound appreciation for their erratic placements that make each table far apart from the others.

He has to push himself to regain consciousness to pause from glaring at his dismal excuse for lunch. At his first glance at the hall, he discerns the blur of a bright red standing out to him unusually. Blinking away the blurriness, he notices an even brighter, golden hair that is accompanying the wearer.

He is turning towards Levi now. It isn’t like he can make a run for it now. Fuck.

"Levi, come over", Erwin yells out to him upon easily distinguishing Levi in the crowd. He espies the other occupant accompanying him on the table, their clamorous energy detectable from a mile. Hange.

He ignores his invite, making his way over to a table that is relatively unoccupied and closer in proximity.

Now, Levi could be a dick sometimes, but he wouldn't normally do anything like that, but his head was aching more than it usually did, and the Tylenol he took this morning didn’t help with shit. He was irritable, more than usual, at least. He wasn't really looking forward to their sorrowful expressions when he would inevitably have to ask Hange to tone it down. He doesn't see why it was warranted with him when they didn't give Miche the same shitty look when he asked.

He captures the sound of giggling before he can see it – two people, he presumes. He hopes they’ll walk past his table. He takes notice of his feet tapping, he sets a hand down on his thigh to still his unbeknown motion. Looking up again, he resumes tapping his feet, with more evenness this time.

Two girls approach his table, evidently oblivious of his presence. The first girl with auburn hair that looks crispy enough to burn in the sun, looks up at him. She holds his eyes for only a second before she is getting her plate up in haste, almost as quickly as she set it down on the table. The other girl whose features he did not bother taking into account, follows suit, but she seemed fairly confused.

He couldn’t say he blamed them. 7 months after the incident and Levi’s a really shitty person.

"He’s having a character development moment. I forgive you for your rude comments, Levi.", Isabel beamed out to Furlan, who has been visibly expressing his distaste towards Levi’s change in behavior. “But say something like that again, and I will be kicking your shin”, her grin only grows wider at that and he finds himself finding it plausible enough to happen.

Isabel’s fully convinced he’ll find the light of life, and change his entire being or something along those lines. Levi thinks he’ll get there when his head will stop its throbbing.

He’s not really aiding his case though, he doesn't sleep at night. But, he would if he fucking could, okay? With the aid of drowse-induing meds, the headaches become mildly bearable but they don’t cease to fully exist.

To reach the horrible conclusion: he doesn’t sleep to cease the headaches and he can’t sleep at night because of the headaches. It’s a real fucking paradox.

A few minutes into his introspection, he notices a figure in his peripheral vision. They come and seat themselves across him.

He looks up begrudgingly, putting no effort to conceal the harshness in his expression.

It’s you.

It's you.

He is looking at you, eyes unblinking, and capturing for long, few seconds. He is waiting for you to say something. He’s certainly not going first. I mean, what’s he supposed to say? I’m sorry for pushing you away all this time. I miss you. Please leave me alone. I want you back. Please.

The two of you just stare at each other and Levi’s starting to feel awkward. He thinks he should probably say something, but it was you who came to him. You probably came with a certain intention.

You look pretty, he notes meanwhile. Well, you always did look appreciable as a person when subjected to the judgment of appearances, but you looked pretty today.

Maybe it’s an added effect of the long gap since he last saw you in person. He has noticed you in hallways since the two of you stopped talking, but he usually just brushed past you, so there was not enough time to notice much. Like how your hair has grown and has gotten a bit uneven since he last saw you, or how the top you’re wearing is something he hasn’t seen ever before.

He doesn't think he deserves to look at you anyway, so he averts his gaze back at his lunch, as he's practiced for the previous several months.

You are still not saying anything – he looks up again, only to see if you were still there. You were.

You look older, as is expected with time. But there was something suffocating about you, he didn’t feel suffocated in your presence. He just found that you looked suffocated, in your posture. Your shoulders were tightly bunched like you were mulling over something. You're fidgeting with your hands, with the sleeve opening of your long-sleeve shirt. It looks warm and comfortable on you, but you don't look comfortable in it.

He hopes it isn’t because of him, but it most likely is.

“Hi”, at the sound of that, he almost stood up to walk away.

“Hey”, he replied flatly.

“Luna misses you. You should come over to see her, she’ll appreciate it”, you mirror his flat tone, leisurely inspecting your nails. A calming mechanism, he remembers.

Right, your dog misses him. She probably does, but how would you know? Maybe you do know. He recalls being 12 years old, convinced that you could read Luna’s mind.

Now, he’s not sure why he is saying this because he could just get up and leave, it wouldn’t be out of character. It certainly wouldn't make situations worse than it already is for the two of you. But it’s you and he misses you and your dumb dog.

“Today?”

“Today”, you honor him with a faint smile. It's been a while since he's seen you sporting that, even if it does look rather contained when in comparison to the wide toothy grin he's used to seeing.

You rush to join a couple of your friends after adding, “Wait for me after school, I’ll be out at 3. Enjoy your lunch.”

He remembers them, your friends, but he doesn’t really care for them at this moment. He isn’t sure what to make of this. He's not sure if this is a second chance at relighting your friendship with him, maybe it’s closure, or maybe it’s actually just your dog missing him and he’s reading into it. He's not sure about anything at this moment.

–

After school, he waits outside the campus, underneath the cherry blossom tree. It’s where you usually met him back when the two of you would walk back home together every day. He’s not sure if you even remember to come here but he waits here anyway. Because maybe he didn’t want you to show up at all.

Or maybe he wanted to know if you still remembered your everyday routines when it involved him, maybe that would make him feel less shitty about himself or even worse. He can't tell.

His head's fucking pounding against his skull, and he can call this off and go home now. He can. But he’s feeling braver and rather desperate, so he waits instead.

He moves a few steps forward to step away from the shade, standing right beneath the faint sunlight. It’s warm enough to serve somewhat as a palliative for his headache. It gradually dispels the anxieties he has managed to accumulate over the day. It felt familiar, the warmth, like he could stand in it for hours while slowly melting into a pool of warmth himself.

He averts his head slightly, watching as the group of students leave the gate with their respective friends, and he thinks maybe the familiarity lies with waiting for you after school.

“Ready to go?” an overly breathy voice reaches him from behind.

You are 15 minutes late, which was to be expected. It’s why he showed up 10 minutes late himself. You and your shitty time management habits manage to piss people off to no end, but he’s used to it. He knows that when you said 3, you actually meant 3:10.

Well, maybe he miscalculated because you arrived at 3:15, but it’s been a while since he’s had to consider you in his routine.

He nods but does not turn to face you. He’s not necessarily eager to experience the influx of desperation all over again, as he did in the cafeteria. He's sure he cannot avoid your gaze for the rest of the day but he'll try for as long as he can.

After a five-minute walk in silence, barring the frequent sound of cars passing by, the two of you arrive at your doorstep. And suddenly, he feels guilt. He realized he didn’t just abandon you, he abandoned your family. The one that nurtured him with love over the years.

With the fresh orange slices that your father placed for the two of you every evening, even though Levi knew it was more for him than for you.

With the fresh linen sheets, your mother laid out for him whenever he stayed over when his mother asked for them to let him stay. He insisted on staying alone at his house, yet he invariably ended up in your linen-clad guest room bed.

With twitching his lips into a rare smile at your brother’s initial awestruck expression from when Levi agreed to help him practice for the try-outs.

With your dumb dog’s ever-growing curiosity for the most mundane shit ever when she would accompany him on walks because you were too lazy to take your own dog on a walk.

With the warmth that emanated from your room, from when you would force him to sneak into your room from the guest room. You would both lie on your bedroom floor at 2 am, thinking and feeling like poetry. As you got up to open up the window, he would watch the ceiling, as the cool night drifted in to engulf him with warmth, not the warmth that came from the searing sun but the warmth that came from the comfort you leisurely provided for him.

“You can leave your shoes on the rack outside, and you can use the washroom to your left to clean up.”, you say and Levi wants to tell you that he knows, he’s done this only a thousand times, but he thinks that would piss you off, which would piss him off, in turn.

He just nods and does what he’s told.

He can hear your muffled greeting to your brother who seats himself on the living room's pale sandy fawn sofa. He might be leaving for practice, as Levi peaked a brief glimpse of the familiar sportswear. He feels guilt, yet again. He isn't sure how many of your brother's matches he has missed at this point, but he believes your brother would understand. That isn't as reassuring as it seems, it makes him feel all the more worse.

He steps out of the washroom and he feels a bit out of place and finds that your brother isn’t there anymore. He must have taken off, ever the hard worker.

“Water?” you gesture to the empty cup in your hand. “No, thank you”, he says as though he’s not parched.

The air feels comfortable to be in, his headaches a bit mellow.

“Where’s Luna?”, he wants to get this over with. He has an inkling that you didn’t just call him because you could read Luna’s fucking mind. Luna’s an idiot and has most likely mistaken Nile for Levi. He wonders if Nile has been here. He finds solace in the fact that he couldn't have possibly been here more than Levi has. And now he wants to punch himself because he was very close to actually doing the math of the years in his head.

As though you were all part of a well-timed play, Luna comes dashing through at the mention of her name. She knocks Levi down in less than three seconds, and he attempts to contain his hissing, but everything still fucking aches.

He's not as agile as he once was, and if he's being honest, his legs forsake him more often than not. He can no longer impulsively decide to walk over to Furlan's apartment only to save money on gas; he can't afford to, as his legs would give up halfway through the journey.

He tries not to focus on the throbbing sensation his head inconveniently provides him. He has to go through with this. It’s the least he could fucking do.

He feels compelled to grovel and beg for forgiveness. And, besides, he's already on his knees for you right now, but he’s not sure if he’s deserving of the opportunity to beg for it.

He feels Luna’s weight shift on his leg and he’s preventing himself from leaving out the yelp that almost left his mouth.

“Levi! Are you uncomfortable? Is Luna hurting you?” you move towards him with worry etched onto your features. It’s the first time you’ve abandoned the monotone today, intonation adjoining your sentences.

The light is unflattering on your face from this angle. You look nice, even still.

Fucking hell. He forgot about how active your dog was. He contains another hiss as he feels her press against his ankle this time.

“I’m fine. I’ll be leaving now. I hope my services satisfy your dumb dog”, he sets himself on his feet, gently pushing Luna away with his hands as he ignores the way he felt his head dizzy in motion.

You gasp. Ever the histrionic. "She. Is. Not. Dumb," you say emphatically, tortuously accentuating every word.

At that, he rolls his eyes quite emphatically for someone who called you histrionic. He waits for it. Your face is scrunching up, your eyelids reaching the apple of your cheeks. Here we go-

“You’re a remarkable, curious, truly gifted, and exceptionally exceptional dog. Aren’t you, baby?”

It's your version of a dog voice that always manages to send him into a cardiac implosion. He convinced himself that your house had residues of some weird cardiac-inducing substances littered around the living room during the initial few times he started witnessing the horror that was your dog voice. It took him three years to come to the conclusion that he might be possibly inclined towards liking your voice when it comes out all uncaring and affectionate. And…cute.

You turn to him and he feels like it’s been forever since you actually looked at him. “I’m dropping you back”, you add despite rushing back to the kitchen.

“I live next door. I can walk myself just fine”, he says as he stands up to brush off specks of fur, but you’re quick, holding a brindle-colored cloth bag and heading out the door, as though his protests seem to fall to ostensibly ignorant ears.

The two of you reach his doorstep and you make no move to join him inside. He’s glad you didn’t barge in like you usually used to, his place doesn’t exactly live up to his cleaning standards, and he doesn’t really want you of all people to witness that.

“Here, take this”, you hand him the bag you carried from the kitchen. “It’s soup, the one dad used to make. I tried to make it myself so for all I know, it’s, uhh, terrible”, you add for his own safety.

“Could have just given me some from Sunday’s batch”, he was genuinely confused.

Your father always made soup on Sundays to give some out to the homeless shelters, it was a weekly tradition that you adopted at the age of 6. But when Levi came into the picture, your dad would save some leftover soup for him. Just like that, it became this tradition between the two of you.

He would leave after practice and come over to your place, disrupting the thoughtfully organized wood pieces that you carved your engravings on. Ever the opportunist, you were planning on selling them and saving money for food. It would piss you off when he would walk in abruptly, he didn’t necessarily do anything but it would still disrupt your mind, and you would get jittery and annoyed. He would go to the kitchen and get you some soup. You would immediately go back to the way you were when nothing happened but he would still be forced to take home all the ruined engraving you made when he was gone to fetch the soup. Not that he was complaining really. They were abominations. Too unsymmetrical for his tastes but you made them.

You don't provide a response to his inquiry.

“I’ll see you, Levi”. He watches as you step back to take your leave. You eye the bag that sits neatly in his arms, jerking your head up to meet his eyes. He looks away at the tree standing at a distance. He misses the sad smile on your face as you turn to take your leave.

He goes to bed with warm soup calming his mind, hoping he’ll really see you again.

–

He does see you again. You appear from time to time to join him for lunch. You don't initiate conversations, other than brief small conversations about the class before or after lunch. He interprets this as a message not to start anything himself, no matter how much he wants to. He doesn't understand why you felt the urge to rekindle your friendship. Is he even allowed to call it that? But he realizes he shouldn't be questioning what he's been wanting all along.

Somedays, you accompany him on walks back home, and on some nights, he can sleep for a good three hours, which is a lot for Levi.

He wouldn’t claim that the two of you are back to the way you were before everything took place, but he believes that even a semblance of your return contributes to something. He’s not entirely sure what that is, but he has an inkling. And he's certain that just thinking about it would cause him to have a full-fledged panic attack. So he doesn't, but it sneaks up on him on a few sleepless nights.

He decided to take a nap, or rather his body chose to lose against his exhaustion today. After all, three hours of sleep is not exactly ideal either. But he focuses on the progress aspect of it.

Waking up from his nap. He is greeted by the strident sound of his phone ringing, he really needs to change it from the default setting. He hates it. He lets it ring because he needs time to reconnect with reality, but mainly because he knows it might be Kenny. It is a Saturday after all, occasional check-ups from Kenny were frequent on a rare few Saturdays. He knows he should pick up, but he’s also aware it’ll just contribute to him feeling shittier somehow.

He uses his core muscles to rise up, not straining his feet. He makes himself lean against the headboard, cushioning his hair, and ruffling it erratically at the back as he moves around to find the right comfortable spot. He is accustomed to not waking his neck first, it hurts to do so sometimes. He’d rather not take the chances.

Glaring at his phone to adjust his eyes, he recounts the fact that it was a Saturday and glances back at the clock to notice that he has slept through lunch. Then, he hears a ping! from his phone.

9 messages and 1 missed call

He’s finally using his phone now. He’s not entirely happy with his whole experience with the device but you’ve been texting him as of recently.

He reluctantly opens his messages.

Erwin Smith (Paradise High School)

4:09 pm: We are meeting today at Trost Cafe. We may watch a movie at Nanaba’s after. You’re welcome to refuse, but we would like it if you could make it.

Hange Zoe (Paradise High School)

4:15 pm: LEVI

4:15 pm: LECVI

4:15 pm: LEVI

4:17 pm: i know erwin told you already but i wanted to let you know that we,re going to Nanaba’s and that tea shop you reallu like is nearby so you can buy some if you show up todayyy

4:17 pm: pluss you get to see me. isnt that a delight on its own (￣∇￣)

Brat

4:30 pm: hey levi, I can’t join you today since I’m meeting up with the group

4:30 pm: unless, I see you there?

Hange Zoe (Paradise High School)

4:32 pm: LEVI i can see that youre online you know!!!

4:32 pm: ALSO, she’s coming today so you should consider it!

She.

He doesn’t get why Hange thinks he’ll show up just because you’re showing up. He doesn’t like the implication of that. He really needs to block Hange, but he can never bring himself to do it – just in case something happens. He will end up muting her chats after today though.

—

Against his better judgment, he agrees to attend. He's dressed in a well-thought-out outfit, consisting of a black shirt and black slacks. Truly revolutionary for the fashion industry. He likes the way it feels on his skin, okay? He’s keenly aware that it sits on him. He’s also barely aware that it’s there at times. It just works.

He barely remembers going up and greeting the group. However, he vividly remembers that you were wearing that ring he bought for your 16th birthday. It’s nothing grand, it’s a simple, randomly engraved silver ring that is now lacking its luster, blemished with darker shades of grey along the edges of the engravings, he cannot help but think of a certain uncanny resemblance.

He pushes that thought away to focus on the ring. He remembers how you told him you wanted opulence on your 16th birthday, as though that occasion meant something more than it actually meant to you. He’s certain it was the peer pressure aspect of it all, but he wasn’t going to falter from giving you what you asked for.

Time passes and he’s suddenly beside Miche at Miche’s fairly clean apartment, but he can't stop staring at that ring on your distinctive finger. It’s consistently there, adorning your finger throughout his evening, it was grounding. Social situations sap him out, but he always had you to tether him, in a way. You didn’t necessarily do anything for him. He was simply content with knowing that you will be around, even if it was a harmless birthday party. For the time being, he is content with your ring.

He looks away to make note of how comical everything looks right now – Hange is figuring out how to play the movie they rented out, with Moblit trying to ensure none of the wires get cut in the process. Miche looks seemingly misplaced, even though it is his house. He puts the effort to turn around to notice Erwin salting a tomato, he moves to pick up a handful of walnuts right after, and at the addition of that into the dish, Levi loses his appetite.

He turns back to witness Moblit trying to snatch the CD from Hange’s hand, he scrunches his nose slightly. He looks back at your hand, now drawing circles on your jean-clad thigh.

He shudders at the thought of being able to seek them out if he truly wanted to. He could just walk over and reached out for your hand, feel the balanced weight of your fingers against his own marred and blemished hands. Though, he isn’t certain what would happen after.

Usually, he isn’t one to think greatly about what could happen or what could have happened but you — you make him think about both of these impossible situations that he has seemingly deemed unworthy of his regret. He despises it but he can’t stop thinking about it, like a parched man craving for the taste of water more and more as he longs for it.

“Ugh, not this movie again”, Miche almost whines shortly before he catches your glare.

Shape eyes shooting daggers, mouth parting to defend its honor.

Levi feels his lips curling into a smile at that. He isn’t sure what it is about this dumb movie that you like so much, not when the main character in the movie is a total piece of trash – in Levi’s opinion.

“Flipped is a work of art at its finest, most purest form that we get to see for the millionth time –” Miche switches his tone of exasperation to one that is meant to tease. “– all thanks to you madame”, accentuating the last word with a slight French accent.

He reaches for your hand and gently taps it with his own, a stupid boyish grin gracing his face.

Levi shifts in his seat, getting up as he decides to help Erwin.

—

“I can’t see shit”, Hange tugs at Levi’s jacket. Unfortunately for Levi, he downgraded when he left his seat to help Erwin in the kitchen because he’s next to Hange now, who won’t stop fidgeting in their seat.

“I’ve been telling you to get your shitty vision checked since you were 12". He’s not exaggerating.

“Go sit on the floor if you want dumbass”

“But it’s cold”, pouting for no one to see because it is pitch black, aside from the faint light from the screen of the TV that illuminates their face.

“Oi”, Hange calls out your name loud enough to have broken you from your trance-like state.

Levi’s certain you were running through the dialogues in your head like the madman you are. “Switch seats with me. Pretty please?”

You don’t say or make any moves to indicate an answer of any sort.

Levi’s not sure he’s holding his breath but he silently sighs when you wordlessly get up and place yourself next to him.

From his peripheral vision, he notices the bright light illuminating your face, more prominently than it did with Hange. Or maybe he’s just more aware of your features, which is why he can fill in the blanks of what’s not visible.

He makes the mistake of slightly tilting his head because he catches you looking at him. He’s thankful for the dark state of the room.

“Need something?” At that, you simply look away. He looks away too. He wants to leave now but at the same time, he just wants to exist in this moment, but only in this millisecond of a moment. Next to you having just acknowledged his presence in a way, with his boisterously annoying and maybe, endearing friends. It’s unfamiliar but familiar.

So much has changed but at this specific moment, nothing has. He’s 12 again, having just warmed up to his newly acquainted friends, he’s happy you’re still friends with him somehow, his mother’s laying out snacks that he helped her set up, he’s happy and you’re there. And he's happy she’s there.

Levi knows this is the part of his life where he either redefines the people in his life and the relationship he has with them or alternatively – he moves on from said people.

He doesn't want either, or maybe he just wants it to come easily, for once. Like water flowing against the grovel, he wants it to happen at its own natural pace, whether it’s rough or smooth sailing is up to the higher forces or whatever. But then again, maybe the natural aspect of it all involves him putting effort into making a decision.

—

“We should do this more often”, Erwin earnestly expresses as he searches for his coat in the pile of coats no one bothered to organize.

“Levi! You should come more often, we do this almost every week now, as you know. And we miss you”, Hange’s hugging him now and he lets her. He counts for 5 seconds instead, hoping he’ll get acquainted with the abrupt physical contact, or maybe she’ll get off by then.

She does.

“Yeah, my mother was asking about you the other day. She misses your-”, Miche starts. “Er, jovial presence?” he reluctantly continues to conclude, voice wavering at Levi’s hard expression directed at him.

Levi’s mildly annoyed, he’s even more annoyed at how he’s just proving the point of his joke.

You snicker at that.

And like a moth drawn to a flame, he can’t help but seek you out.

You’re walking over to the coat hanger, procuring two coats, hands delicately brushing off the invisible specks of dust.

He notices his coat. He’s also pleased to label the other beige-colored one as yours. He's pleased that used the coat hanger, unlike the other idiots in the other room.

After stating goodbyes and ignoring Hange’s attempts to ensure he shows up next weekend, they all go their separate ways.

–

“Walk home with me?”

“Okay”, he responds, almost readily and that's how he finds himself walking side-by-side. It's been 5 minutes of silence, with removal of the external noises around them - boots against the snow, cars speeding through, wind breezing through.

It’s comfortable, serene even. He can barely hear his throbbing head today.

He’s feeling content. He feels as though he's content enough to possibly do something that could change his current state.

He’s thinking and thinking and thinking.

He can feel the throbbing of his head creeping in a nearby corner, waiting like a hungry monster, lurking to take him away.

“Well, I’ll see you then”, you say.

You’ve reached your destination, you’re moving, in and out of your front gate ever so slightly.

50 meters more and he can happily slip into the sleekness of his oddly shaped pillow.

He should just go and rejoice on a decent day in a long time. He should.

You're moving now, moving towards the front of your door.

He makes a sound that's actually supposed to come out as a “Hey”.

“Yes?” you raise your eyebrows expectantly.

"Well," he continues to stare at you in silence, begging for you to just read his mind. As though you were actually reading his mind, you’re starting to trudge towards him now.

You’re standing face to face now, head slightly tilted, hair slightly untamed from the long evening.

He says nothing.

You scoff, ever so lightly. He catches it, but still, he says nothing.

Nothing, when you begin to walk back towards your front door. Face somber. No doubt disappointed at yet another one of his inactions.

“I miss you”

You stop. His heart is fucking throbbing. He can actually feel it.

He's waiting. He's waiting for one of the possibilities to come true - a confrontation, a demand for an explanation, a warning, an end.

Instead you say, “Me too, Levi”.

You begin your feet, shifting closer and closer to him, moving your head, you place your head on his shoulders – forehead against the clavicle of his shoulders.

You look up, so close to his face. Your fingers brush ever so slightly against his hip, he hopes it burns against his skin.

You engulf him into a hug, one he’s so familiar with. He cannot help but give into his sense of craving , cooing at him, asking – no, begging for him to reciprocate.

“I missed you so much”

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Attack on Titan MAJOR Manga Spoilers (Chp. 139)

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As an AoT fan of over 9 years, I have sat and processed the final chapter for almost a year now, and this is how I perceived the ending (Chp. 139).

Updated;; 10/01/22

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Eren did NOT activate the Rumbling for vengeance or revenge (obviously).

Eren had no choice but to commit the act of the Rumbling, even though he knew the Rumbling was wrong (as we saw him explaining to Armin in Chp 139, and when he expresses his hesitation abt it in panels while the scouts were in Marley in flashback panels). He knew that by pushing his friends away, committing such an abysmal act —The Rumbling, and actively attacking his friends, Mikasa would realize that there is no redemption for this, there will be no “let’s talk to Eren about this”. Coming to the realization that she has to be the one to end it- to kill Eren (Eren, learning that Mikasa is the answer to ending the curse, as he also explained to Armin in the paths. This is my guess, but Eren does mention in Chp 139 that "The possession of the Founder's power has made it so that there is no past or future, it all exists at once."

So I'm unsure if Eren 100% knew Mikasa would be the one to kill him. I need to explore that thought more. Because a few pages later, Eren mentions that "Even If I didn't know that you'd stop me in the end, I think I still would have flattened this world." to Armin),

Eren sacrificed himself to obtain freedom for his friends and their futures, ending the curse of Ymir. Pinning his friends as heroes of humanity and to the world.

The curse of Ymir, being her traumatically tied to her abusive "lover" and dedicating her life and all her efforts to the original King Fritz, thus serving the royal bloodline. Mikasa was, of course, tied to Eren (by love). By killing her love and separating herself from him, Ymir is moved by Mikasa's resolve and is able to free herself from her 2,000-year-long slavery.

By ending the curse, the reign of titans ends as well, since Ymir is no longer there to abide by the king's will, and won't be producing any more titans.

--

This leads me to the final page. A boy finds Eren’s grave tree (?)/a tree that looks similar to the one Ymir found. I believe Isayama is trying to convey the cycle of hatred in the human race through this panel, and how history is unfortunately bound to repeat itself (as we all saw through Paradis being bombed long after the Rumbling). No words, only visuals that inspire dread, fear of the unknown and acceptance that certain things just cannot change, that no matter how big the stone you throw is, the flow of the river cannot be changed forever. I really can't imagine a more fitting image to end AOT on.

I had no idea how Attack on Titan was going to end. Isayama really had his work cut out for him, as bringing this epic tale to a conclusion is quite a feat. After following this story for 9 years, the story absolutrly had a satisfying conclusion to me.

I always had a thought in the back of my head that Mikasa was going to have a certain, significant role in the story at some point (not that she doesn’t throughout the story, but yeah).

*gif of Milo from Atlantis shouting: “hAve i left anYTHING oUT?”*

I will write a thorough paper about my thoughts on the ending, complaints, things I am heartbroken over, things I loved, things i wish Isayama explored more, rating the arcs and etc, but this is just a short post of me getting my thoughts together.

#this will probably go unseen but i want to make sure i have my facts straight #snk #aot #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan spoilers #shingeki no kyojin spoilers #eren jaeger #eren yaeger #mikasa ackerman #armin arlert #levi ackerman #analysis #anime #manga #writing #aot writing #mywriting #aotwriting

[moonyy-writes]

since i'm refreshing my blog and i've started getting more followers i figured i'd do an introduction !

hello everyone! i'm moony :) i'm 19 and i currently write for aot, but am looking at writing for other fandoms. i think a few of my favorite animes (besides aot) are violet evergarden and anohana, but i'm open to anime recommendations :)

i take requests! but as of right now i enjoy writing for jean, levi and miche.

my blog is going to have a lot of my interests, like studio ghibli, some things about the environment and then ofc aot and anime things :)

a few fun facts:

- i'm a freshman geology major

- i play flute!

- i have a twin who also loves aot

i've currently got a lot of things planned for my writing, i'm very excited to share those with you all :)

#moonyy writes #attack on titan #moony-writes #moony rambles #aot #introducing myself #aot blog #attack on titan blog #aot writing #fanfic writer

[sugawara-levi]

Eren x Levi, one shot/shortie/idea/idk

wrote something out of the blue while listening to cardigan - taylor swift, it’s angst, it’s random, it might only make sense in my head

kinda wanna write more on this now but we’ll see what student-life gives me

established(?) relationship, fighting

“Levi, that just doesn’t make any sense!”

“I KNOW IT DOESN’T”

“I KNOW OKAY”

His hans were in his hair, pulling at anything they could reach. The strands that were always so perfect patted were now completely disheveled, the stark contrasts making the severity of it all even more apparent.

“IT DOESN’T MAKE SENSE, BUT I CANT STAY HERE, OKAY?”

His eyes were gleaming, pure silver, no blue left. Only silver around those black pupils.

Eren tried to speak, say something, anything, but only tears came out.

He felt utterly hopeless, like his soul had been ripped from his body, replaced only with a hollow, a vacuum.

He looked at Levi, but all the soft was gone, only the hard was left. He couldn’t find the man he knew inside those eyes.

sigh

Levi’s arms fell weak against his body, turned completely away from Eren. He picked up his jacket from the sofa. The leather jacket, the one that Eren had always loved on him.

“I’m sorry, Eren”

Without even a glance back he made for the door. Stopping momentarily in it, a hand on the frame.

Another sigh.

Eren couldn’t look.

He didn’t know how long Levi stayed in the doorway. Maybe it was just a second, maybe it was a minute, maybe more.

If he closed his eyes he could pretend he was still there, still waiting, still deciding. But deep down he knew, he knew the man had already left.

Neither did he know how long he stayed like that. Crouched down on the floor, tears rolling down his cheeks, hands, landing everywhere. Chest heaving until there was no more air in the universe, and the world beneath him had turned into the ocean.

—-

At some point he must have made it to bed.

When he woke up, miraculously, he wasn’t in his living-room, he wasn’t crying, there was air to breathe, and the floor was no longer ocean. But he was still hollow.

#girl this angst came out of nowhere #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #levi ackerman #ereri #riren #rivaere #eren yeager #eren jeager #levi x eren #angst #ereri angst #riren angst #rivaere angst #snk #snk fanfiction #aot fanfiction #aot writing #ereri fanfic #riren fanfic #rivaere fanfic

[heich0e]

"You're taking fucking forever in there."

You ignore Levi's irritated comment as you fiddle with the buckles on your shoes, too tiny to clasp easily and at a part of your ankle that requires your legs to be both tilted and bent to access them. A lethal combination in opposition to your dexterity.

"Are you sewing that dress by hand or what?"

His voice is nearer to your bedroom door now, a little bit more difficult to tune out with only the thin wood between you.

"No, my little mice helpers are doing that for me while I sing to them," you call back, but your words are light and flippant where his were heavy with the weight of his impatience.

"It wouldn't surprise me if you did have your own army of vermin with the amount of junk you've got in this apartment." You can't see Levi's face but you know he's looking around your living room with his nose crinkled in the particular way he does when he finds something distasteful.

You scoff as you finally succeed in doing up your second buckle. You lift your head so you can snap your rebuttal directly towards your closed door.

"Sorry we can't all live like minimalist monks!"

Levi snorts in reply. "I'm hardly a minimalist, I just don't accumulate needless things."

"You only own one bowl, one plate, and one mug."

You've known Levi since college, and you're fairly certain he has the same amount of possessions filling the entirety of his one-bedroom apartment that he did in his one-room dorm a decade prior. Probably the same ones, too.

"That way no one ever tries to come over for meals, it's clever."

"It's spartan."

There's a light thump on the other side of your door, and you wonder what it may have been.

"Didn't you ever read those Marie Kondo books?" Levi's voice is impossibly close now, like he's got his forehead pressed to your door. The thump makes a little more sense.

You laugh a bit to yourself as you imagine the way he's slumped against the expanse of wood, long-dressed in his suit and ready to go where you've taken your time getting ready. It's not your fault Levi showed up thirty minutes earlier than he said he would to pick you up for the company party your shared workplace was throwing that evening--though you should have expected it, given he's never been tardy to anything in the entire time the two of you had been friends.

"Can't say I did," you reply as you cross your bedroom, leaning over in your mirror to get one last close-up look at your face. You run your thumbnail against the edge of your bottom lip where your gloss was slightly ill-applied. "Why do you ask?"

"S'all that," Levi sighs, "'spark joy' bullshit. Don't keep things in your space if they don't make you happy or whatever."

You smile at your own reflection, eyes flickering to the image of your bedroom door you can see in the glass.

"And what if all my 'junk' makes me happy?"

There's some shuffling, and a moment later Levi mutters: "How can an issue of a magazine from 2010 make you happy?"

You suspect he's plucked an old copy of some fashion magazine off the stack resting on the bookshelf beside your door. You've actually been meaning to throw those away for a while, but you don't tell him that.

"How can you manage to not find happiness in anything?"

"That's not true," he argues.

"Oh yeah?" you counter, adjusting the way your necklace is resting against your collarbones. "Name something that you keep around just because it makes you happy."

"My kettle."

"Nope," you answer immediately, grabbing your purse off the end of your bed and heading towards the door, "that serves a practical, utilitarian purpose. I mean something useless that you just like. Just something you think is pretty."

You grasp the handle and pull it open, and you take Levi by surprise--he barely catches himself with a hand on either side of the door frame to keep from crashing into you.

There's a little pink mark at the centre of his brow where he'd been leaning against the door, and his eyes are wide.

"You ready to go?" you ask him, tucking your bag under your arm.

He's frozen, his expression still a little taken aback.

"What?" you ask him, suddenly self conscious. Your hands tug at the material of your dress nervously. "Should I change?"

"No," he says, soft but sure. "You look... fine."

Your face pinches.

"Fine?"

"Nice," Levi corrects himself, finally looking away. He fiddles with the stack of magazines he'd been complaining about moments prior. "You look nice."

"Wow, Ackerman, with compliments like that it's shocking that you have to take your best friend as your date to the company party and not one of the countless women I'm sure are knocking at your door."

Levi narrows his eyes, tossing you a withering look.

"You're the one who said we should go together."

"That's because I want to blackout at the open bar, and you're the only person I know who turns down a drink on the corporate dollar," you say with a bright smile.

Levi tuts in annoyance, crossing his arms over his chest, his eyes wandering away from you again. "Charming."

A beat of silence passes.

Levi sucks in a little breath.

"You."

"Pardon?" you ask, and not even because he said it so quietly you barely understood him, but because it doesn't quite make sense.

"Something I keep around just because I like it," Levi says, his eyes fixed so intently on the outdated magazine stack that you're surprised the pages don't burst into flames. "Just because it makes me happy..."

Your heart stutters in its rhythm, a sudden weakness in your knees you can't chalk up to the height of your heels as easily as you may have liked to.

"...Just because it's pretty."

You swallow thickly.

His eyes meet yours.

The time and space between the two of you is thick and sweet like honey, and you wade through it slowly as you fight to find your words. You swear you can almost taste it as your tongue peeks out to moisten your already glossy lips.

"We should probably go," you say quietly, reaching out to adjust the lapel of Levi's suit. If your touch lingers a moment longer than it ought to, if your fingers brush against him in a way that friends' shouldn't, neither of you says anything about it.

Levi nods and clears his throat, taking the slightest step away from you towards your front door. "We gotta get you back before midnight after all, Cinderella."

You blink, a little confused, a little dazed, a little bit of a head rush still clouding your thoughts.

"The mice, remember?" Levi offers when he sees your curious look, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

"Oh," you laugh, letting your head hang as you nod slightly. "Right."

The two of you make your way down to the parking lot outside of your apartment building towards Levi's car, and you watch as the lights flash when he unlocks it.

"I've got two mugs, by the way," Levi says as he pulls the driver's side door open, and you pause with your hand on the handle of your own. He looks at you over the roof of his car, his eyes suddenly firmer than you'd seen them all night. More insistent. More sure.

You tilt your head, confused.

He ducks down to slide into his seat, but not before calling back to you one last time:

"The other one is yours."

#levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi x reader #levi x you #levi ackerman #aot drabble #aot writing #writing #here u go anon idk what this is

[missmeinyourbones]

i would literally kill for headcannons about the AOT boys’ (and girls and Hange too tbh) preferences in women atm, and written by you because your headcannons actually make me cackle out loud, and are so well-written and profoundly accurate. i’m feeling introspective like… who would really be into what traits? what shit actually captivates and attracts them? what little quirks allow someone to catch their eye? you seem to have such a well-rounded and thorough understanding of the characters so i thought i’d ask if that’s something you’d be interested in writing about<3

how fun!!!! here are a few thoughts on the matter…of course all personality and character traits, no physical ones :)

eren likes a s/o who’s a lil crazy LOL he likes spontaneity and fearlessness….he likes when someone is quick to say yes to new things or has a crazy story to tell at a party—he’s automatically pulled in by extroverted people. you tell him about how you pierced your own ear once or gave urself a stick and poke tattoo and he is horny on the spot

armin likes a s/o who’s a bit snippy, a bit dominant—he likes someone who knows what they want and isn’t afraid to fight for their own fairness. likes when someone keeps him on his toes with their quickness and brashness. ur at a party and someone accidentally bumps into him and doesn’t say sorry and you go right up to them like “you hit him, you owe him an apology” and he has to mentally muster up all of his strength not to get hard LOL

mikasa likes a gentle s/o, maybe a bit soft spoken and dreamy (kinda like her) who is very protective of and attentive to her. she’s used to being the giver—being the one to fill others cups with her own empty pot. when you put her first, above others and yourself (like she has done her whole entire life), she feels like it’s too good to be true. she loves someone who can prove that doting doesn’t have to mean weak—you can be sweet and salty, soft and driven

similar to armin, jean likes a s/o who’s a little mean LMFAOOO not like actually mean but he just loves to be walked like a dog. he loves a s/o that can “wear the pants in the relationship” and he can just sit back and be like wow...thats hot LOL. loves someone who can hold their own, as well as his own (even tho they dont have to be any means, he just thinks its attractive) he’s always been second choice so he loves someone standing up for him. someone hits on him and ur like “he’s my boyfriend :) do you not have fucking eyes?” and he’s literally mind body and soul all yours in that moment LOL. he admires someone who is straightforward and a bit aggressive with what they want/like

connie likes someone who can match his energy while simultaneously looking out for him and making sure he’s not being stupid lmfao. he loves someone who is willing try new things with him or express interest in something that he likes! but then when he gets a bit too into it and is about to make a bad decision, he appreciates when you hold him back. hes like “lets go out to the bar and see some friends tonight!” and ur like “yes! how fun!” and then you get there and hes like “i am gonna get so drunk, bartender gimme a round of shots!” and ur like “no, you have work tomorrow” and hes all “🫡🫡🫡 yes boss” he just loves to trust you blindly, his fav thing about you is knowing that you always do whats best for him

sasha likes someone who is patient. patience and kindness are so important to her!!!! she always tries to put her best foot forward and be kind to all without reasoning, so when her s/o does the same thing to her???? shes folding. shes often overlooked for being “slow” or “stupid” so when you praise her and treat her with respect, or take a moment to explain something to her instead of overlooking it, she appreciates that so so so so much. she is so attracted to someone who is genuine and caring and communicative....she loves to repay you for all you do (esp in the bedroom, shes a giver ;P )

hange is attracted to responsibility and stability. they need a s/o who will remind them to eat, go to bed, shower, etc. they love knowing that someone is looking out for their best interest, that they are someone’s first priority in a way as sweet and intimidate as domestic little errands or chores. they like someone who is attentive and observant—someone who remembers the little details of their tangents and asks them to further elaborate on something that intrigued them. hange loves effort

levi likes a clingy s/o….yes i think he’s overwhelmed at first bc he’s not used to receiving attention and openly accepting love in forms of physical or verbal affirmations…but once he experiences it, he’s addicted. he loves a s/o who always wants to be around him, touching him, resting on him, always near and with him in some capacity. he likes the permanence of a life long commitment to someone. he is so so so incredibly attracted to loyalty…the thought of you choosing him to spend the rest of your life with makes him literally feral

reiner likes a supportive s/o bc i think he needs a lot of reassurance and validation :/ he likes someone who will constantly verbally remind him of their love for him. likes a communicative and doting s/o. he’s such a big baby—you scratch his back when he’s laying down and the intimacy of the simple act has him tearing up like you’re scratching my back??? of all peoples backs you could be scratching??? 🥹🥹 he needs help lol

porco likes to be the boss of someone, or rather think that he’s being the boss of someone (when he’s in reality not in control at all lmfao) ive said this a handful of times but he likes to be the fun police. likes to watch over you, let you have your fun but stop you when you’re being too reckless (kinda the opposite of connie), likes to be the one to pull you in and say ok that’s enough 🤨 or what am i gonna do with you 🤨 when in reality he is wrapped around ur lil finger, constantly thinking about you and if youre ok / having fun

#aot headcanons #aot x reader #aot writing #eren x reader #armin x reader #mikasa x reader #jean x reader #connie x reader #sasha x reader #hange x reader #levi x reader #reiner x reader #porco x reader #eren headcanons #armin headcanons #mikasa headcanons #jean headcanons #connie headcanons #sasha headcanons #hange headcanons #levi headcanons #reiner headcanons #porco headcanons

[mvrtaiswriting]

hi lovely i just wanted to say your comment on my sappy armin fic rlly brightened my day 🥺 you're so sweet and i appreciate you SO MUCH

omg hiii!

first of all sorry for the late reply i am so caught up with uni exams 😭 anyway the compliments you received were 100% DESERVED!! i truly loved your piece, i read it first thing in the morning and it just made my day. sending a big hug your way, you are truly talented and i can't wait to read more of your work x

#marta talks #marta recommends #snk writer #snk #snk fluff #attack on titans x reader #aot writing

[merakidoll]

i love rockstars, especially if their name is eren yeager

mirah note : the amount of times i’ve posted this and have not been in the tags is sick. if im not this time oh well, anyways i missed daddy as always, enjoy 🎀

eren enjoyed the feeling performing brought him. the crowd cheers, and the many beautiful women crying at just the mere sight of him. but what made him really feel alive was knowing you were watching. he could feel your hard gaze on his back, you taking in his low waisted jeans, and cropped muscle shirt. while he basked in it all; he threw his head back feeling the wind from the set blow against him. tuning out everything but the chants of his name.

“Eren”

“Eren”

“ERENNN”

your moaned, your nails digging into his shoulder, arms wrapped around his neck taking his long length that wasn’t giving you a break. you had to take everything, while keeping your eyes open because if you didn’t, it would all be taken away. “focus pretty, daddy doesn’t wanna stop,” eren was in his own high. the stage making him so hyper that the only way it would be fixed was by ruining your pussy. his brown hair was in a messy ponytail, emerald eyes staring into your soul daring you to close your own.

you could barley keep them open; the feeling of your orgasms right there making you lose focus. it was one second. it was only one small blink, just to stop the burning and let yourself go! but eren didn’t like that.

his cock stopped fucking your walls, the room silent, up until you began to cry. the feeling subsiding slowly, and the ache coming back ten times worst. eren kept quiet observing you. letting you get your tantrums out, with your small jumps as you tried to make to bring back the pleasure. and once you’ve accepted your fate pushing your face into his neck.

he started back- harder. “didn’t daddy say don’t. close. your. fuckin. eyes?” with each words he found himself going deeper into you. your teeth clamping down onto the ripped shirt that hung on his shoulder, crying. pussy hurting from his pounds, in the best way. he held you closer just when his balls grew too heavy. your pussy clenching down onto him, and his seamen shooting into you as your cream made a mess over him. rockstar eren was just the best

#— writings! #tumblr hating mirah? not surprised #eren x black fem!reader #eren x reader #eren x chubby reader #eren smut #aot x chubby reader #aot x reader #aot x black reader #aot smut #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan x black reader #attack on titan smut #anime x chubby reader #anime smut #anime x black!reader

[angelanimedesaray]

Sips tea

I have decided that in the story(ies) where it makes logical sense for SOMETHING to interfere with or change the outcome of the thunderspear explosion, I'm gonna leave how much of the original damage Levi takes from it to chance.

Literally.

The dnd fan in me has decided I'll just roll some percentile dice twice and take the lower number, and scale the damage from there (different roll/outcome for every story that still has the thunderspear explosion).

.......or I could leave the possibility for WORSE damage and say 100% was death, 80 was what happened canonically, so any cruel twist of fate/chance where the lower number is above 80 actually means the damage is WORSE than what happened in Canon and I scale from there.

Hmmmmm, tempting...

#aot writer #aot writing #aot levi #levi ackerman #captain levi #aot levi fanfic thoughts