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screpa · 11 months
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Tram Ride with Sweet Bertolt
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Reiner often asked Bertolt in annoyance about his jacket. It was too big and made Bertolt look like a giant scarecrow.
Now you know the reason. Bertolt just wanted you to fit inside his jacket, all warm and cozy during the cold winter days...
Don't you just love your sweet, sweeet giant?
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girlunknownsblog · 1 year
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How long did it take him to kiss you for the first time ?
• ᣞ ˳ ꒪ ۫ ⁎ ♡⃝ ˳ ꒪ ۫ ⁎ ᣞ• ᣞ ˳ ꒪ ۫ ⁎ ♡⃝ ˳ ꒪ ۫ ⁎ ᣞ
Eren Jäeger : He waited about 1 month after becoming his gf/bf. I think he waited to make sure you were sincere. The kiss was passionate and sincere.
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Armin Arlet : We all know that Armin is very shy. You kissed after 3 months of relationship, he was all red and embarrassed. His kisses are tender, shy and sincere.
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Jean Kirschtein : Jean is a passionate boy, he cares about you like his life. He is so in love with you that you kissed after 1 week of relationship. His kisses are passionate and languorous.
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Levi Ackerman : Levi has big trust issues that's nothing new. He kissed your cheek then after 5 months of relationship he finally kissed you on the mouth.
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Erwin Smith : Erwin is very confident, but a gentleman. He kissed you after 2 weeks together, that was gentle and sincere.
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• ᣞ ˳ ꒪ ۫ ⁎ ♡⃝ ˳ ꒪ ۫ ⁎ ᣞ• ᣞ ˳ ꒪ ۫ ⁎ ♡⃝ ˳ ꒪ ۫ ⁎ ᣞ
Hello, little note to revive the imagination.
The continuation of the series on marriage is coming very soon.
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Masterlist.
Mental Hospital AU! Yandere! Attack on Titan x Female Reader Chapters.
Prologue
Chapter 1- Meeting Eren
Chapter 2- Meeting Armin
Chapter 3- Meeting Levi
Chapter 4- Break Time
Chapter 5- Meeting Connie
Chapter 6- Meeting Jean
Chapter 7- Meeting Reiner
Chapter 8- Lunch Time
Chapter 9- Meeting Bertolt
Chapter 10- Exchange
Chapter 11- Yeager or Ackerman
Chapter 12- Eren
Chapter 13- Armin
Chapter 14- Lunch Duty
Chapter 15- Levi
Chapter 16- Break In
Chapter 17- Connie
Chapter 18- Jean
Chapter 19- Reiner
Chapter 20- Bertolt
Chapter 21- Blackout
~| Eren Ending |~
~| Armin Ending |~ ~| Levi Ending |~
~| Connie Ending |~ ~| Jean Ending |~
~| Reiner Ending |~ ~| Bertolt Ending |~ ~| Erwin Ending |~
Yandere Attack on Titan one shots
~| Reiner Braun x Female Reader |~
Summary: Reiner won’t stop bothering you no matter how far away you stay from him. You even have a boyfriend but that won’t stop him.
~| Erwin Smith x Female Reader |~
Summary: Working as an intern with your three best friends, you’d never think you’d meet the CEO of a massive company. Working as his little assistant for a day, he seems to be quite attracted to you.
~| Connie Springer x Female Reader |~ Summary: Your boyfriend is so overprotective over you the second you mention another person, that’s why you took matters into your own hands.
~| Annie Leondhart x Female Reader |~ Summary: Bertolt has been your 4-year-long crush and after he came back from holiday, he seemed to be really nervous around you. He even gave you a gift! Annie won’t tolerate that..
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firefly--bright · 9 days
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illuminated.
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masquerade chapter two.
jean kirstein x fem!reader, regency a.u.
chapter summary ; for the first time, under the glimmering lights, there he is, his mask stronger than ever.
chapter warning ; familial issues/abandonment, trust issues, slight angst?
a/n ; kinda went insane and wrote most of this in one sitting haha. anyways, as always, i hope this is well enjoyed :) comments, reblogs, likes, etc are always deeply appreciated!
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it happens a little too fast. you're fifteen, and your mother stops oiling your hair for a moment, making you snap your eyes open from the relaxed state of your body.
"your father and I were discussing your future," she says, and her soothing voice grates against your ears because you knew this news could not be a good one. when your 'future' was in question, you weren't given much of a choice, really. it was one of two routes, either those choices or uncertain poverty at the hands of a merciless god.
they weren't god. you were sure no god could be as cruel as this, but you were fifteen. how would you know? you're sitting on the cool floor in your childhood house, in the belly of the beast as your mother had asked you to. it smells like the night - faint Jasmine and the fire burning in the little fireplace in front of you. your house, your beast, was far smaller than the richer folks that conditioned you into being there, but a little larger than the ones more unfortunate than you - the ones without any familial connections and controls pulling on feeble life that they willingly created.
the Marleyans weren't gods, yet they controlled your life as one. you were sure of it, because even while giving mercy to your family, you were still trapped by people you knew were seventy or older, people who only smiled gleefully when inferiors were shamed. the inferiors in question, however, were you. your people. your mother, your father, your grandfather, your brother. in this beast - this house that was paid off as a so-called gift but was built on shame and guilt - that was lit up by their inventions. your mother was devoid of all the riches you'd seen them wear, but even seeing them up-close without threat was a privilege that you considered in your defence.
you blink, looking at the dying fire, not opening your mouth to speak. you're too afraid. you always have been, you think, ever since you were younger than this.
you hear her sigh placatingly, braiding your hair into a single plait.
"We will marry you off next year." she says. "There are no other choices." your language rolled off her tongue smoothly, something you knew she was ashamed of because of them. the non-gods. the Marleyans.
it felt like a slap to the cheek even when all she was doing was combing back your hair with feather light hands, speaking in a gentle voice that carried out the letter of a language you learnt from infancy because your grandfather refused to let it be forgotten.
"why can I not do as you are now?" you ask. at fifteen, your voice was shaky and unanswered.
"this does not make an adequate living."
there's a pause. you refuse to speak because you are far too stubborn to admit that she is right. but that cannot be an answer you accept. you blink again, turning around to face her, your knees on the ground and your hands grasping her oily ones.
It smells like jasmine and coconut.
"but I do not want to. it will not be out of love-" you start, cut short by your mother's sound. you're not sure if it's a laugh or a sob but she looks at you as a burden. you think you might be.
"love is not meant for us, sweetheart."
that night, it was decided. you would be married off to an officer - 'young' they described him, but you knew he wouldn't be with the way your father covered his mouth with a cough, his telltale sign of a lie. your life would no longer be yours, but you supposed it never was.
a week later, you were nowhere to be seen. it was raining, a torrential downfall as your mother (you imagined this. you're not sure if this really happened or if you wanted to cling on to the last bits of hope you had left that your family was still yours) would read your letter in broken English and your older brother would lock up the chest with the remainder of your clothes and paintings, your grandfather would pace around the house slowly, as best as his feet could allow him, and your father would go out in search for you, unknowing that you had crossed half an ocean already.
but Mikasa didn't do as such. she was not like you but you always wondered why she felt this heavy while talking about duty. Was it the surplus wealth that she had that you lacked during your childhood? or was it the fear of uncertainty?
you didn't know what it was and you didn't dare ask. you were afraid, as you always had been, but you knew when to show it and when to keep it hidden away, damning it from seeing the light.
her shoulders did not shake with sobs, her lips did not wobble with unshed tears. in this, you were similar - you'd never show anything other than hope and thankfulness towards each other. or anyone, really, because you knew that line could not be crossed. yes, you had seen her in her most vulnerable states, but she never shed a tear, never claimed her woes even while you knew she wanted to.
she simply walked; steadily, unshaken, from her father's study to her bedroom. the door was left open for you to step in, and you took the invitation with a little pride. she wouldn't hide from you.
you shut the door behind you. Mikasa let out a heavy sigh, her shoulders sinking. she sits at her bed and you sit on the floor, holding her knee gently as she looks at her feet.
"there is... a ball to be held. here. people will be there. everyone." she spoke in broken sentences, as if she was trying to formulate a language of her own. but you understood anyway, rubbing small circles on her knee. "i am to choose someone. not sure if it's even a choice," there it was. the breaking point. she breathes out a humourless laugh, a small breath.
"i..." you start, but there is no end to your statement. you can offer her no words of comfort. what would you have wanted when you were fifteen? you'd have wanted a choice. and when you didn't have one, you created one for yourself, playing your own god.
but she cannot. she would not, something you knew for a fact, go against her family's wishes, for reasons you could not find.
You hold her hand with everything you could. Words have always failed you when you’ve needed them the most, but your touch was always present. Your want for it may have been compensated by your abundance of giving it, but you hope it’s enough as you hold her right hand with both of yours, rubbing circles into the her soft palm.
“maybe... maybe you really will find someone wealthy in both personality and money. If you find someone in that ball that is strong in both; his character and his assets, then you would be satisfied, if you cannot be happy.” you say. You try – so hard – to make sure she knew that she could live a normal life after these events. As hopeless as you sounded voicing out the possibilities, you had to make her believe that it could not be completely worse, her life could not be completely trapped.
She sighed. She says your name pleadingly, “half the men in the country lack in either one of those things if they have the other. It is not money i care for.” she states, a truth you’ve known since knowing mikasa.
Her eyes don’t meet yours, but you know she is still unshaken. Her fingers grab yours, now, and you count that as a small victory. You shift a little closer to her, your knees scraping against the rug.
“i’ve heard there are new families that have travelled from far to live here. Maybe one of them could be a little...adequate.” you speak, hesitation lacing your voice. You could do nothing but offer some hope to your dear friend, despite these being half-truths. It was not completely false. You had heard some stories claiming there to be some new families having moved in, but these were not guaranteed to be all the traits Lord Ackerman has been searching for. You were sure no-one would be able to fulfil the man’s expectations, especially not when it came to his only daughter.
Mikasa had never been one for romance. Not overtly, at least, because you never saw her yearning of her wedding day like you had heard your childhood friends do, in their childhood innocence and sparkly eyes as they stole their mother’s hidden precious jewellery, looking into the mirror. You also had hope – refusing to participate in the realities of the world, indulging in your little fantasies instead. But those fantasies had faded away shortly after you had left everything behind. The hope never had, but you could not let your imagination run rampant. But not mikasa.
You werent too sure why it was. Why she chose the books that described history and the world outside of this town’s limited lense, biographies of authors and experimentalists until she’d fall asleep at her desk and you’d have to guide her to her room before she fell too deep into her slumber.
Romance wasn’t something she was looking for. Even now, with a grand marriage prospect in the near future, all she hoped for was to tolerate the man and family she would forced into.
She nods slowly, letting you know that she’s considering your words that had nothing but fragile hope, but she knew this was the best she could have.
You smiled a little, your fingers not ceasing from comforting her hands. “if all else is hopeless, we can always run away together.” she smiles back, breathing out a laugh.
“two cats?” she asks, fully engaging in the childish daydreams you had curated through sleepless nights.
“black and ginger.”
you were grateful that the late afternoon did not bring the heat as much as they did during blazing summers. The clothes had been hung up to dry shortly after your conversation with mikasa, who wished to have some time alone, requesting some parchment and ink. You knew a little too well who she’d be writing to, who she’d pull you aside to tell you where to deliver the letter to.
These few hours were yours. During the day, you would be buzzing around the house until your heels ached, giving Lord Ackerman his mail from overseas business, dusting the small corners of the house, helping Mr. Berner with his new, experimental dishes and then helping him clean right after. Despite all of this, the late afternoon was yours to cherish. Lady Ackerman was either in the salon or her chambers, talking to a friend with frilly skirts and updos or peacefully taking a nap. Lord Ackerman would be busy with whatever it was that needed his financial attention, Levi Ackerman would ideally be out of the house, visiting his eclectic friends from the military that you had only been acquainted to once or twice in the flesh, but felt as if you knew them beyond those times due to Levi’s stories over the years, given with a begrudging and small smile hidden under his cup of warm tea.
Your room is small, at the very end of a long corridor at the very top of the house, leaving your room’s ceiling to slant under the roof. it’s quiet the trek to get up there; two flights of stairs that were greeted with a groan after a long day and not enough sleep. The air is a little stuffy, but the windows wake you up right when you need them to in the mornings. You had taken the liberty to decorate your room how you saw fit, but everything ended up in their designated piles on the floors. The only furniture available was an old and creaky wooden desk along with it’s chair that would scuff up the floor every time you dragged it, and a single bed that you had draped with some warm sheets. you didn't have much time to decorate it and make it yours, but somewhere along the years, the must of the room mixed itself with the warmth of the outside breeze when you decided to open it, claiming it to be yours.
and it was. Like a signature left behind on a letter, your painting materials laid on the floor - canvases stacked on top of each other near your desk, paintbrushes being held together by a glass jar that was once clear but was now painted with accidental streaks of miscellaneous coloured paints, an old and stained rag. the supplies that would usually be expensive considering the part of town you were in, but due to your personal connections were now cheaper and more affordable than you had considered them to be.
every week, you'd work on a new painting. a new landscape, maybe, or sometimes it would be one of the sketches in your sketchbook that would materialise on your canvas with full colour, taking days to dry. once they were finished, you'd haul the canvas with your pen-name on the bottom right corner, scribbled out in stark black oil paint and your thumb-print, to your...dealer? you called her as much. you did not know much about her life, despite knowing her since when you first stepped foot in this town, a scared but hopeful fifteen year old caught the eyes of multiple onlookers, but she helped you, if only a little, to get up on your feet. enough to look after yourself. she'd only appear when you'd needed to sell your art.
her name was Ymir. that is all of the information you had of her. you hadn't known where she'd come from, whether she, too, was under some kind of disguise or was pretending to be someone else entirely. she'd take your canvas, careful on her grip, give it a look-over and raise her brows in acknowledgement, handing you a bag of money. it was nothing much, just enough for you to get your painting supplies for the next project, but it gave you a sense of purpose and stability after living under someone else's roof for so long.
humming a tune you had heard in the streets the other night, you begin to work. your subject - the cat from last night - gets painted on with strokes of brown paint as it's under layer, as you sketch out the background with the same colour, mixing and dipping your paintbrush as if it's second nature. you try not to think too much about the preparations you'd have to be an active part of in the near future, relishing these few moments you'd have to yourself before something close to hell breaks loose in the Ackerman household.
Mikasa's father had a knack for perfectionism. everything has to be kept well, nothing should be left askew - the band should be booked and the queue of music should be made before all else, followed by the booking of the local florist, then the modiste, the cooks...everything should have to be perfect in order to please him. you had been a part of these preparations around five times now, when occasion called for it. the house would be full of guests you barely knew the names of, names you could barely get acquainted to before you'd be whisked away to serve something you could barely pronounce. you tried not to think about the fact that this could very well be the last time you ever are a part of a preparation as such; with Mikasa getting married, Lord Ackerman would have no real use for you. you'd be suspended, yet again, finding a place to live, a purpose to fill.
no, you would not think about it. as much as you enjoyed the prospect of freedom, you more so dreaded the uncertainty of it, the fact that you would not be able to face the turbulence this time.
in all honesty, you were sure that if Mikasa hadn't found you, you'd be done for. the guilt of leaving would be far too much for you to handle, but you could not go back should you even want to. not so much guilt, but more shame.
Taking one day at a time had taken a toll on you. The comfort of a routine was much needed after you entered the Ackerman household, albeit a little boring, you forced yourself to view it as a novelty. And then he came along, taking your nights and making them his own. He’s trapped himself as your muse, with no way out, locked himself in without a key. You weren’t particularly searching for him, as you stumbled into his life. it seemed that you’d met everyone important to you by stumbling, crashing and searching for them but having found them regardless.
You could not forget it even if you wanted to; how his sketchbook, wrapped in what you assumed was expensive and rare leather, went flying away from his hand. How he’d grumbled at first, stubbornly accepting your whispered and rushed apologies and walked along the empty path with long strides, only to realise that you were following him. You didn’t mean to, of course, it only happened to be a coincidence that this path happened to be your only solace for the past two months. It was almost always empty, save for the rare visitors with their smoking pipes, speeding and secretive teenage boys on their bicycles. Some days you would sit there to simply observe how everyone else dealt with their own large but little lives under the light of the street lamp. Other days, you would sketch out your observations, listening to the sounds of twigs snapping and heavy boots walking on the path.
But when he - you could not keep calling him that - walked the same direction as you, you couldn’t control your curiosity.
Your muse (you should call him this only in your mind) was a man of very few words. At least, he was at first. Coincidences lead the pair of you to share the same bench and sketch the same scenery - a parked bicycle in front of some stairs to a small institution. Your guess was that it was a school, and someone had forgotten their transportation near the gate. Your muse seemed to be drawing the same, and you tried not to peek into his page too much, but you wandering eyes had failed you. He hadn’t noticed, thankfully, which allowed your mind to wander farther than your eyes. You weren’t that much of a curious creature by nature, but this man’s thick, long coat, boots that covered up half his legs, a collar and hat that concealed most of his features and hair – he had to hide himself, which allowed your imagination – the one that had become your only home for your nineteen years of short life – to create stories beyond your words.
He cleared his throat. “I can feel your impertinent staring.”
Your eyes turn back to your half-completed sketch, fingers readjusting the pencil in between them. “I can feel the secrets you hide.” You would not be this rude in any other context. You knew of your shackled place in society and speaking out of line to anyone would be considered more than a heinous crime. But this situation; one where both of your identities were sealed and unknown, where the uncertainty of seeing him the next night was higher, you could.
There was a pause in his movements after your statement. his pencil stopped scratching on the smooth paper, reminding your mind that yet again, he possessed wealth or power. Or perhaps both.
He breathed out an amused laugh. “you’re observant.”
“and you’re silent.”
Another pause.
“you prefer me to talk?” he’d asked. He’s amused, again, as you looked at his side profile. He has a distinguished nose, you had noted, but none of his other facial features are visible due to his thick coat collar.
“I prefer to engage in polite conversation.” You had smiled. You had a guess to where this confidence is coming from, blaming everything on the excessive amount of sugar you had consumed before mounting your horse.
This time, he chuckles. “in what world do you think you have been polite?”
“this one.”
“very well.” He looked at you. His eyes are perfectly brown. “how have you been, o’ kind lady?”
“perfectly alright, my grace.” You say, the respect rolling off your tongue as habit. He had stiffened beside you after hearing it.
Maybe the entire reason your muse interacted with you was because of the sole fact that you were being…annoying, a loud handful that would usually be under control in the daylight, under the gaze of several too-important shadows. But it was night time, and there was no room for those shadows to exist, no room for the performance and the masks to be kept perfectly on your faces, allowing there to be a perfect view of the other’s face despite the lack of light.
Two months was all it took for you to make a friend, albeit without a name. his sometimes scratchy beard, hesitant scribbling, keen, beautiful eyes had become more familiar than your own reflection.
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Lord Ackerman had called for the best of maidens and help he could gather to host a prestigious ball, one that stood up to the Ackerman name. heeding his criticisms and temper, you guide the new help to remain perfect under sharp eyes.
In all honesty, you needed this. There were more people in the large and empty house, and the attic no longer felt as cold as they used to with the voices that tried to hush themselves. You smiled to yourself as the girls – Mina and Marlene, they had told you with a wide smile and shaking hands – asked you if what they were doing seemed right. A plate of assorted pastries and finger foods sat prettily on a plate, ready to be whisked away to Lord Ackerman for his approval. a day before the ball and the head of the house refused to not triple check every little detail, noting down every possibility and every outcome of said possibility, warning you and Mr. Berner and the others that, “if even one leaf on even one bouquet is not in place, it will be your livelihood that will be accosted. Not mine.”
“I wonder how you can even breathe in such conditions. If I were you I would’ve stuffed my head under a pillow until I stopped breathing. And this is coming from the only modiste in this dreaded town.” Hitch whispers to you, handing you the gown that Mikasa would wear next evening, holding it with utmost care so as to avoid wrinkles. You breathe out a laugh at her dramatics.
“it’s not all bad. I enjoy the hustle-bustle.”
She rolls her eyes. “you’d be the first. Leave it to you to view the glass as half-full.”
You shake your head. “it’s not that. I simply find comfort in a small crowd. More than I find comfort in a large house with isolated inhabitants.”
“you should attend more of the parties that I go to. I’ve heard-“ she whispers, leaning in closer to you. “I heard that Reiner Braun was in the last one. Didn’t see the man, though. What a shame. I’ve heard tales about his…activities.” She says. You laugh again, an unladylike noise, but you do not care. Nobody is around to witness as the two of you shamelessly gossip. It is not often you meet her, not as often as you meet your muse, at least, but you meet her occasionally, bumping into her at the towns square while she does her hectic shoppings or to accompany Mikasa to her boutique. Mikasa simply witnesses as Hitch talks, hurriedly at first, then easing into Mikasa’s quiet and reserved smiles at some of Hitch’s most odd jokes and observations.
“and? What is new with you?” she asks after you don’t further her conversation. You have too much on your mind to answer her, but you wave an idle hand in front of your face and shrug. “not much,” you tell her. Hitch is too observant, much like you, to lie to, which is your first mistake.
“oh, come on. You are my friend. I know you better than this. You’re lying to me, it’s clear.”
“it’s not…much,” you say. Your second mistake.
Her brows shoot up to her forehead as a smirk etches itself onto her face. “oh? What is it? Someone found out about your secret identity?” she asks. Hitch was one of the only two people who knew about your financial and artistic transactions between the prude upper class that accepted nothing but the best and meaningless.
Business women had to hold each other’s secrets dear to their chests.  
You shake your head. “it is nothing, really-“
“have you met someone?” she asks. you hesitate before shaking your head this time. Your third mistake.
Three strikes. She squeals, going in to wrap her arms around you, but realising she cannot due to the precious fabric in your arms.
“oh, come on, tell me! Is it man? a woman? You know I do not judge. Lord knows Ymir has been engaging with a lady – she refuses to name who, but never shuts up about her.” She rambles, not letting you get a word in. when she finally breathes in with a gasp of air, you find your entrance to clear up her misunderstanding.
“it’s not anyone special, really, you’re making it far too big of a deal. It is simply a friend.” You explain, laughing nervously at the end of your statement. she looks at you knowingly.
“he’s-“ you start, but you’re immediately cut off by hitch’s “aha! So it is a he.”
You sigh with a smile. You had forgotten how…engaging conversations with her usually went.
“I barely know his name.” you clear your throat, leaning in much like she had before, lowering your voice to a hush despite the fact that the basement was empty save for the rare dust mites, your whispers echoing throughout the hall that contained racks of wine that was to be served to the guests the next night. It smelled much like the attic, a little more musky and mossy, if anything, with hints of leftover detergent that contained saffron and a little lemongrass from earlier this morning. The garments had already been hung out to dry in the field, thankfully, allowing you these little moments of talking with your friend before being swept up in chores yet again.
“I’ve been sneaking out these past few months-“ “months? You’re secretive aren’t you?” “just a little. Any how, I’ve been sneaking out for… creative purposes. I go out to this path that leads outside Rose.” “the one that leads to Singhansina?” you nod to her question with a slight smile. She matches your expression. You continue. “yes. That one. There are a lot of tradesmen there, and they travel and take breaks into the night. They make for interesting subjects.”
“is this person of yours one of them?” she asks, leaning in even further.
You shrug, “I do not know. I bumped into him while looking for a subject to draw for that night. Honestly, I do not wish to know his name. I know him more than I know Mikasa, in some ways. But I do not know his name. he is merely a friend, Hitch, really. I do not feel much other than platonic affection towards him.” You tell her, laying your left idle hand on her shoulder convincingly.
She looked at you suspiciously. “better than Mikasa?”
You nod, smiling. “better than Mikasa.”
“and are you sure he’s being truthful with you?” she asks. her face holds an expression of concern, the glint in her eye that was present before having diminished due to her worry for you.
You pause. You hadn’t given it much of thought, how honest your muse was with you. you had simply assumed he was because you were. But you were honest with him because of your feelings of comfort under a guise.
What if he was lying about everything he was telling you? you might’ve thought you were gaining a good friend who cared for you even if it was for a couple of hours every other night, but what if he was simply toying with you precisely because of the same reason as you? under the same guise that you had used as an excused to be honest to him?
Hitch copies your stance as she places her own hand on your shoulder, warm as her thumb rubs circles into your sleeve. “I know you think of him as a friend. Maybe he does too. But if I were him, I would really have no reason to be honest.” She says. You suppose she is right. This stranger – that’s all he is, at the end of the day. A stranger that doesn’t owe you a single penny or a single thought in his mind that is not as wandering as yours.
You sigh. “I hadn’t thought of that.”
“but, then again, don’t let my words be a judge of his character. I’ve never me the man. if you trust him, then I trust your judgement of him.”
The conversation with Hitch is soon washed away from your mind as you babble on to Mikasa about what Hitch had informed you, not mentioning your mention of your muse. You told her about the parties Hitch had attended, about Reiner Braun and his companion that was far taller and more shy than him, Mr Hoover, who seemed to catch the modiste’s eye as she told you, in excrutiating detail, how she tried to flirt with him and his flustered gaze. How she went home with a completely different young man instead, one that seemed to be the perfect blend of sweet and stubborn. You narrated your friends’ tales to Mikasa while combing out the tangles in her hair after her shower.
“really? Who was that man?” she asks, every bit intrigued. She might not be one to talk in front of other people, but here, with the door shut and your fingers working their magic over her scalp, she let down her guard, talking, laughing, being a girl with you.
You laugh, “something from the letter ‘M’, if I’m not wrong. She doesn’t remember herself, she told me. She’d seen him at enough gatherings to know his face and admire it. She only acted on it last week.”
“do you think she’ll see him again? What will she even say?”
You shrug, and Mikasa watched you through the reflection in her mirror as your stand behind her. “I don’t know.”
She hums. “what would you have done?” she asks, her eyes glistening as a small smirk set on her face.
You smile your own little one, “probably seek him out in the next event. Glance at him throughout the night, slowly make my way towards him and then,” you lean down towards her ear, matching her gaze through the mirror, “hey.” You say. Mikasa laughs as she squirms away, your breath tickling her neck.
You laugh as well. “that is not what you would do,” she says, rolling her eyes with a smile, still laughing.
“yes, I would! Why not?”
“because,” she says, shrugging, matching your eyes through the mirror yet again. “you’re a hopeless romantic. You would…exchange looks with him from afar, wait for him to make his move so you can be sure he likes you as well, and then you’d say hey,” she says, imitating your tone from before, laughing with a hand covering her mouth. You gasp in faux offense, laying a hand over your chest, acting hurt.
“how dare you be so accurate?”
Mikasa laughs, her smile turning soft.
“I know you too well,” she says your name affectionately.
“unfortunately, you do.”
She pauses, opening and closing her mouth. You know her just as well as she knows you to know that she wants something of you. you tilt your head as you look at her again through the mirrors shiny, smooth surface.
“what’s wrong?” you ask.
Her gloved hands fidget on her lap. You were sure if they weren’t gloved, the skin of her hands would be red and raw with how much fidgeting she does throughout the day. She shakes her head, looking down at her lap.
You knew her well enough to also know how to get her to answer.
You start with her hair again, raking your fingers through it gently. Your fingers trace light patterns on her scalp as she closes her eyes. The one thing you learnt well from your mother – how to render anyone speechless. You’d seen her, like a seasoned artist perfected in her craft, as she did the same as you were doing on your father’s and your brother’s hair, making the latter spill all his heavily kept secrets to her ears that were only ever gentle to him. 
And it does the same to Mikasa now, too, as she sucks in a breath and whispers out what was weighing her down only a few moments prior.
“come to the ball with me.” She says. Your hands stop in their tracks. She continues, sitting up straighter, her eyes still closed as if dreading your expression. You look at her with patience and understanding even if she doesn’t see it. “not as my handmaiden. As a member of higher society, as my friend. Just this once.” She says, pleads, really.
Your brows pinch together in worry, concern flowing in your head. You breathe in, preparing to ask her, but she doesn’t let you speak. She knows you well, too, she proves, by opening her eyes and turning her body towards you and away from the mirror perched on her vanity that was twice the size of your desk in the attic.
“I’ve already asked my father. He was…himself, at first, but… well, I told him I was not to attend if you were not there.” She says. You blink at her, starting to shake your head. How could you? facing all of these important people would be too much. How would you even conduct yourself? You knew how the night would go already, you knew how you’d somehow end up saying the wrong things to the wrong people, or somehow be obnoxious and loud. You’d be on thin ice the whole of the night and-
“please? I… I’ll need you. you’ve been my only friend for so many dreadful years. You’ve been my only thread of sanity. Just one night, please.” She asks.
Its rare to see her like this. The last time she had ever asked of anything from you was on her last birthday, where she had asked you to take her to town and show her your favourite places to visit. You had done so, and she had held up her part of the vow as well – to not ask for it ever again. It had been dangerous enough that you were sneaking her out but it would be even more so dangerous if anyone were to find out about it.
But you remembered how she had smiled after tasting your favourite ice-cream, how a slight blush covered her cheeks as she hummed in delight. You’d never forget that day and you knew she would never dare to either.
You sigh, a tired smile resting on your lips. “of course, mika.” You say, using her rare nickname with warmth despite the cold and harsh nerves pooling into your veins. “of course I would.”
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It seemed like a charade, really. How everyone seemed to be in frills and feathers and the purest of silks and still keep a polite smile on their face, taking small and practiced bites of the pastries that had been made with the utmost perfection by Mr. Berner. The men with their hands folded neatly behind their backs and the women with their hands in front of their mouths, covering it as they laughed to jokes you were sure weren’t all that amusing.
You were not used to this. You had never been one of the people in the hall, used to being the outside looking in rather than the other way around. You were not used to wearing such shoes, wearing such a dress, having your hair pinned up in this manner as you shifted your weight from one foot to another, breathing in and out slowly as Mikasa is forced to make the same conversation with the fifth party of strangers tonight – a man that was far too old to be coddled by his mother as he was.
“oh, but he is such a nice boy, my Thomas. Really, if I were you, Miss, I would snatch up the opportunity to wed him instead!” the lady says, bursting out laughing afterwards. Mikasa forces a slight laugh that is more of a grimace than anything, but nobody other than you seems to notice. The young man in question seems to blush and duck his head, relaying the embarrassment his mother should have had herself for uttering such a statement.
The mother talks prudely and loudly for a few more dreadful minutes, leaving you and Mikasa alone to talk about the exchange before her mother were to find her and drag her to yet another family. Mikasa takes a sip of her drink – clear white wine, the light reflecting off of the surface of the flute beautifully. You make a note to paint it if you ever have the time and resources.
Mikasa sighs. You shoot her an apologetic look before doing the one thing you know how to do best – diverting her attention and lightening the mood briefly. “she was an… interesting character. Do you believe her to be in love with her son?”
Mikasa laughs, and much like the other young ladies, covers her smile with her hand. You continue, imitating the lady you were sure had the power to very well execute you should she hear you speak of her in such a manner, but all you care about in the moment is to make Mikasa smile, to keep her smiling.
Despite your cut off from education at a young age, you were wise. As your muse had said on that first night, you were observant. You were keen enough to see – while sweeping the hall time and again with your eyes – Lord Ackerman and his distant cousin glancing at you and your best friend, making sure she was in good spirits. Lord Ackerman, somehow and maybe a little too late, had recognized your value tonight. To keep his daughter happy above all else. But where you were keeping mikasa’s spirits high due to reasons completely selfless and concerned, he did it with his own satisfaction in mind. To keep Mikasa well enough so she wouldn’t run out of patience to engage in civil conversation before the night ended, to keep the importance of his name intact.
“it was bordering on incestual relations. I sure do hope she doesn’t have a daughter.” You say. You’re well aware of the fact that you’re gossiping now, but it puts a smile on Mikasa’s painted face.
“who’s caught your eye from here?” she asks, entertaining the thought of you being far more important than you are. You hum, giving into her thoughts, glancing around.
Some faces are unrecognizable. Men with well combed hair and beardless faces, all gracing the same charming smiles. The women were always gorgeous; you admired them every event that you had to host in this house, admired how they kept themselves orderly and how pretty their smiles were. If you were in a sour mood, you’d indulge yourself in a little unfair jealousy, knowing that it wasn’t their fault that they were graced with good looks and wealth and maybe a prosperous life as well.
You keep looking. Pearly white teeth, black hair. A man wears monocles, another has a full mustache over his top lip and clean shaven on his jaws and cheeks. A young boy covering his mouth with a fist as he laughed with a young woman, another one with pure blonde hair, and then-
Ah.
His beard was shaven. You notice that first, then everything else. He’s dawning a dark red suit with accessories to compliment it, no longer wearing that thick black coat he usually wear with the collar that reaches the high part of his cheekbones. His lips are pressed into a thin line and you know him well enough – or, you assume you know him well enough – to know that he is unhappy here. You notice his brows next, thin, pinched. His jaw is clenched.
And his eyes. Hazel under the well-lit ceremony, and it’s a stark contrast to when you see him in far dimmer lighting, but just as beautiful. It would be more artistic to point out the most specific shades of his eyes, of its amber hues and its mossier specks, but it would be friendlier to point out that they were his. They were your muse’s eyes, no doubt about it, and his hair – it was ashy blonde and not dark brown as you had presumed – was slicked back with only a few strands grazing his forehead.
An artist would point out that he was beautiful. His form, his power, stride. A friend, as you were, would point out that he was himself. His shoulders were no longer relaxed. his hand twitched from his sides irritably.
His nod as he greeted the host was short and curt and allowed no input.
Just as Lord Ackerman liked.
You breathed in, looking back at Mikasa and her face, her beautiful, shining face with worlds in her eyes and worthiness in her smile, and you cleared your throat, shaking your head, taking a sip – the last one – from your flute of champagne that was far too expensive for your taste, gulping down the feeling of estrangement from this crowd, from this world. You smiled at her.
“no one. I’d much prefer an artist, or a poet, or someone who writes.”
She shakes her head with a smile. “hopeless romantic,”
She knew you well. But not well enough.
“Mikasa, there you are. Come along, we have someone we need you to greet.” Mikasa’s mother says, pulling on the former’s elbow. Mikasa merely glances at her mother, looking at you for reassurance. You hook your arm with her free one, ignoring the glance Lady Ackerman throws your way, smiling at Mikasa as her mother leads the two of you through the crowd. You glance at your feet to avoid stepping on the other’s and your own.
You realise, too late, that your feet are pointing towards a pair of shiny black boots, buckled tightly. You look up to meet your eyes with him.
He’s already looking at you. you breathe. In and then out, inhale after exhale.
He does the same, and a friend as you assumed you were, would point out that he was as overcome as you were. His eyes squinted and his eyebrows lifted only slightly as if he were trained to be kept under a guise.
So were you.
“this is Viscount Kirstein. He only recently stepped foot in Rose.” Lord Ackerman says. Mikasa, as practiced, bows to him, making your muse – Kirstein – blink back at her, nodding with a gulp and another clench of his jaw.
“yes, only recently. About two months I’d say? Right, Jean?” you hadn’t noticed him, but his companion said from the right of him, of Jean.
With dark brown hair parted in the middle and freckles dotted all over his slightly tanned face, he looked quiet charming. Your muse – Jean. Jean Kirstein, a Viscount – nodded to his question, clearing his throat and saying, “yes. Two months.”
His voice would be the same if there weren’t an edge to it, and people would have noticed if they were close to him. You did.
“and this is my daughter, Mikasa.” Lord Ackerman speaks, but it seems far away from you as Levi Ackerman clears his throat from you left, capturing your attention.  
His head nods towards his general left, pointing slightly, deliberately and subtley for you to leave. Jean catches all of it, and maybe it the part of being an artist to observe and take note of, but you pretend not to notice it as you make your way towards the glass doors, excusing yourself from the crowds, opening the doors to reveal sweet, soft night air.
You breathe. In and then out, inhale after exhale.
You were right. You did not belong here, and your estrangement in this society seemed to echo tenfold after seeing him again, under light but somehow more masked than he was the first night you’d met.
But then again, so were you, dressed in garments that were never yours, with a face painted with pigments you’d much prefer to transfer onto a canvas.
You did not belong here. but where would you belong? Where would your mask find its home? When would your discomfort leave?
It happens to fast. You’re fifteen, running away from the only house you’ve ever known despite it never being kind to you.
And then, suddenly, somehow, you’re nineteen, hiding away in the garden of yet another house that you would not be welcomed in after time passes.
You are nineteen and lonely, and maybe that will always be your story. Maybe you were foolish to think that you would be able to change it.
You are nineteen. Foolish and lonely and without a home.
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quills-of-freedom · 1 year
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Cock Canons ~
Reiner - Porco - Bertolt - Levi - Hange
Detailed descriptions of their junk, including pictures and links to buy one if you so wish... Lovehoney is NOT a sponsor. Although they should. I'd be happy to endorse sex toys.
Warnings: Well, Peni. 18+ only
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Reiner Braun 💥
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Reiner has a monster cock. It’s at least 9" and its girthy too. It slightly curves at the top, rendering it impossible to not have an orgasm while he’s inside of you, as his fat head prods at your G-Spot over and over.
Reiner’s cock has that clean salty taste. He showers often with all of the training he does so it’s never unpleasant to have in your mouth.
When it’s errect the veins are pretty protruding; having to keep such a large muscle supplied with plenty of blood as he fucks you into the other world.
His balls a large but not overly so. The skin around them is pretty tight and he likes to shave them because he doesn’t like the feeling of being over-grown. And he loves it when you sensually suck on them.
[ This ] is the closest pic I could find of what Reiner’s cock would look like. It would be a slighter darker shade but the heads shade of pink is pretty spot on.
His pre cum is super sweet, like corn syrup or something delightful.
His cum is more salty but still not bad. It’s extremely thick and ropey. This cock, with all of his testosterone, breeding kinks and his natural pheromones, is just designed to impregnate.
Porco Galliard 🥵
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Porco’s precious penis is shorter than Reiner’s but just as - if not more - girthy.
It’s more rounded at the top and oh so deliciously fat. Like his neck.
Porco also showers as often as he can, as he’s always pushing himself during training so his dick is usually nice and clean.
It’s still a fucking weapon so his also has a strong appearance of veins as it requires a lot of blood flow.
Porco has a hard time dealing with intense feelings of lust, often losing control and letting himself getting too fired up, so you’d better make sure the safety is on for this gun, pal.
The closest pic to Porco’s junk is [ this ]. But longer and more girthy. His balls are also larger than that.
Porco Galliard is an absolute animal in bed once he’s within his comfort zone with you, and this dick can deal a lot of damage.
His cum is sweeter than Reiner’s but is just as thick.
Bertoldt Hover 🌭
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Bertoldt’s banging baton his like him; long, slender and timid. But awaken it and… My god you’ll be sorry. Once this man gets fired up and slips into the mists of madness, there’s is no stopping him.
Bertoldt’s cock loves attention; start stroking it or touching it in any way, it won’t be long until every shy fiber in this boys being turns to cinders and ashes.
There’s a few pictures I found that’s pretty accurate. Let me know which one you like the best for this beast boy.
[ here ] , [ here ] and [ here ] .
Bert’s cum tastes the best out of anyone in this list. It’s almost like salt water taffy or sweet and salted popcorn.
His balls are tight, slightly smaller than his fellow warriors but that really doesn’t mean a thing. He will still absolutely ruin you with ease. Once he sees the red curtain he’s sure to perform well.
His cock is the twitchiest of the bunch. When it’s errect it can not stop still, almost like it’s trying to hurl itself into your hand or any part of you, really.
Levi Ackerman
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Oh boy.
O—h boy.
Levi Ackerman is one with his cock. It’s like it has its own consciousness and they meld into one. He knows just how to use it, what to do next to push you to the next level of ecstasy.
Levi’s dick is big and thick. Deliciously thick. He’s definitely packing down there. It’s got a nice shape to it to, and the closest pic i could find to do it any justice is [ this one here ] (except bigger)
If he’s not on an expedition, Levi’s hygiene practices are second to none. It’s always a pleasure to have him in your mouth.
His jet black pubic hairs are trimmed nice and neatly into a cosy little landing strip, beckoning you to descend onto the rolled out welcome mat.
Levi is short because of his malnutrition as a child. But that did not effect the growth of his manhood. It’s a nice clue to how well built he would have been, had circumstances been different.
He can go again and again and again with short intervals. He truly is one of the king’s of sex in this universe.
Hange Zoë
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Hange has a wide range of strap-ons and dildos she likes to use on her partner whether she’s being Dom or Sub.
When she’s feeling particularly dominating she likes to unleash [ this ] onto your poor, unsuspecting booty.
It vibrates and her womanhood is very sensitive, so when she’s unleashing this on you, she’s pretty much constantly cuming.
It helps that she has the sight of you being absolutely destroyed by her device .
Hange is loud during sex so with her repeating orgasms, you’d better prepare yourself for Levi to complain about the noise when she’s using it.
She’s a squirter so sex gets very fuckin messy when she’s using this.
She has a name for it too; “Titania”
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moonbeamoclock · 2 years
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sleeping in the same bed for the first time: Bertolt Hoover
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bert! (get it^^^)
okay folks so we all know that bertolt's got some weird sleeping habits but that's not even half of it
he's really particular about his habits and he doesn't feel too good about having someone disrupt his rituals so give him a second to adjust
even when he is comfortable enough with you to let you in his space during bedtime it's gonna take him some time to be able to include you in those rituals
so the first time you stay the night he tries his best to explain his habits in a way that won't make you feel like he just doesn't want to sleep with you
please be nice he's trying his best
he needs to do all of his pre-bedtime things by himself in the bathroom so you'll have to do all of your stuff somewhere else because he won't wait for you to be done with yours the light needs to go immediately off once he's in that bed
NO PHONES
he firmly believes that having a phone in the bed is bad for you
he does a little counting exercise so he can go to sleep properly
the first couple of nights he won't even acknowledge you in his bed
(at least that's what it seems like on the outside but on the inside he's just trying to figure out what to do with the person he loves in his bed)
he has to take some time to get comfortable touching someone before and while he sleeps but you'll have to be gentle and patient in easing him into cuddling if that's what you want.
(he truly does love to touch you and he's a huge cuddler but just not during his very important bedtime)
eventually, he figures out how to get ready for bed in the bathroom at the same time as you and do his sleep counting while holding you
in conclusion he might jostle you around in the night but it's actually not that bad it's almost like his body knows that it has to be gentle because your there.
he's sensitive but he loves you so just be gentle and patient with him
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sofiafushiguro · 2 years
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all the good boys go to hell
Where your favorite good boys do the nastiest and dirtiest things while thinking about you <3
└➤ 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: armin arlet, takemichi hanagaki, hinata shoyo, bertolt hover, izuku midoriya, chifuyu matsuno x afab reader 
└➤𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 0.5k
└➤⚠️𝖙𝖜: they are all pervs lol. tons of dirty thoughts, panty stealing, masturbation (m) non-con pictures. All characters are 18+ here.
↳𝖆/𝖓: I might do a part two so lmk who do you wanna see next!
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𝖆𝖗𝖒𝖎𝖓: He is addicted to the sound of your voice. I'm not lying when I say that Armin could nut to the sound of your voice, because he has done it! The late-night calls you two do are the perfect moment for him. Hearing you rambling about your days has his mind going dizzy, imagining how pretty you would look babbling, and talking nonsense when his cock hits that spongy spot inside you. The little "Yes," and "Hmm," he lets out from time to time are his moans because he sure is masturbating while you talk
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𝖙𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖈𝖍𝖎: Poor baby, he's too shy to ask you on a date. He is a pathetic loser while you're a superior human being to him, so he never makes the move. The only thing he has left is his imagination while he fucks himself with your used panties that he steals from time to time when you invite him to chill in your house. But he feels so bad afterward, so after covering them when his cum, he throws them into the washing machine to give them back to you.
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𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖆: You know that he loves to play volleyball with you and that as he has more experience, it's not his fault that he pushes you, and you fall on the court. What you don't know it's that pretty boy Shoyo makes you fall on the court so he can hear those cute "Ah!" falling from your lips as your ass hits the ground. And while you try to get up from the floor, he has a perfect view of your ass on display, just for him to touch himself later that night.
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𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖙𝖔𝖑𝖙: He is a gentleman, he truly is... Or at least, that's what he wants to believe. I mean, he always offers you to go upstairs first because that's what he's supposed to do, right? In reality, he just wants to see your ass.My tall boy is so discrete and measured with his moves that he will tell you that you have fluff on your pants, to make an excuse and touch you. He wishes to squeeze your thighs and ass so bad, that when he is minding his business late at night, he imagines you bouncing a top of him.
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𝖎𝖟𝖚𝖐𝖚:  This boy must be the most perv boy on the list. He makes everyone think that he is this type of shy boy that doesn't know how to talk to a girl when in real life, his mind is thinking of lustful things he wants to do to you. So he tricks you into thinking that he's just a good friend, giving you hugs here and there, to feel how you press your tits on his chest. But he can't help it! It feels so good that he has spent a thousand nights fucking his cock thinking about shoving his face on your tits because he doesn't care about the size- Izuku loves them so much.
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𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖋𝖚𝖞𝖚: He likes pictures, he thinks that pictures help him keep beautiful memories. His favorite pictures are from you, of course. He has tons of pictures of you- sitting on the ground while talking with Baji and Kazutora, eating lollipops, you kissing him on the cheek... But the one he adores the most at the pictures of your pussy <3 Cautiously, Chifuyu lifts your skirt and takes several pictures that he uses later to jerk off. He always imagines his dick covered in your slit, and the lew noises your wet pussy makes while he fucks you merciless.
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milfs4lif3 · 2 years
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Bertholdt Hoover HCs
I honestly dont really know what this is exactly, i just randomly wrote this.
(Bert is like 21 in this)
Bertholdt hoover
You guys have been dating for like 3 years
You kinda just got used to his weird sleeping positions
But I feel like as he got older, his body just stopped doing those positions.
So now he just hugs you while sleeping. It’s really nice though, you don't even need a blanket because he’s like a big warm blanket.
His legs kinda get tangled up with yours.
When you’re ever sad, he starts stressing out a bit because he doesn’t really know what to do.
He then kinda gets a hold of himself and will go up to you and hug you, and will tell you how amazing you are and every little thing he loves about you. 
Oh, speaking of hugs. He’s kind of awkward with them. I mean like, he’s good at them, they are really comforting and they are just amazing. But it's letting go that he’s awkward doing.
His arms get a bit tense if he wants to let go, but he doesn’t wanna seem rude so he just keeps on hugging the person. But when the hug finally ends, it looks like his arms are lagging?? 
Bertholdt loves giving you affection but not with people he knows. He likes to give you affection privately. 
But if you offer to hold hands in public, he’ll do it. 
When he gets jealous it’s kinda obvious
He'll kinda get quiet and avoid you a bit.
But just reassure him that you love him and all of that jazz, and he’ll be good.
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bertholdts--butt · 2 years
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Thigh Highs
Warning: NSFW Minors DNI, super cheesy and my second smut ever, not beta read, couch sex, rough sex, some light choking, oral, Reiner makes an appearance, all characters are aged up
Bertholdt Hoover x Fem! reader
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You threw yourself down on the couch with a huff, balancing the large bowl of popcorn on your lap. Lazily lolling your head to the side to meet Bertholdt’s hard stare. Lifting the bowl, you offer him some and he shakes his head, eyes darting back to the idle screen on the tv.
“I bought this for you! And now you don’t want it?” You grumbled while pouting at him. He didn’t respond, only cleared his throat and shook his head again. Shrugging to yourself, you tossed a piece in the air to attempt to catch it in your mouth.
“Guys, I have to leave in a minute. They asked me to come into work early again tonight.” Reiner trudges into the room while glaring at this phone. He plops himself between Bertholdt and you, scooping a handful of popcorn and shoveling it into his mouth. More than half fell down onto his lap and you snickered at how sloppy he was.
“And this was supposed to be a really good horror film, too.” He groaned, throwing his hand up towards the tv. He slowly begins putting on his boots, frowning.
“Reiner, we can wait for you if you want.” You patted his shoulder lightly.
“No, Bertholdt has been begging for us to watch this for weeks, remember? Just watch it without me. You can host the next movie night.”
Both of your gazes landed onto Bertholdt who had his eyes fixed already on you. He seemed distracted and nearly flinched at the sudden eye contact.
“What’s going on with you today, Bert?” Your brows furrowed in concern as he instantly avoided the attention.
“Nothing, it’s fine. Let’s just watch the movie.” He pointedly turns towards the tv. 
“Okay. I’m sorry, let me just grab a drink really quickly. Do either of you want anything?” You stood from your seat and placed the popcorn on the table in front of the couch. You adjusted your outfit slightly as you glanced back to both of the boys who were blatantly staring.
“What? Is there something wrong?”
Reiner snorts and shakes his head. “No, those socks are hilarious though.” You grabbed popcorn and threw a couple at him.
“Come on! I just cleaned the place, don’t make a mess just because you wear weird socks!” He cried out, quickly gathering the food off the floor.
Pouting, you tugged one of them up higher. “I just bought them, I thought they were cute. Thigh highs go with a lot of outfits for fall.”
“They aren’t hilarious, they’re ridiculous.” Both heads snap to Bertholdt who was glowering at the garment. “And with shorts? What’s the point? Go put on pants or something.” He finally lifts his gaze, his eyes set in a hard glare. He never is rude like this and you felt a small tug in your chest from how harsh he spoke.
“Cry about it, Hoover. I think they look great.” Sneering, you tugged the opposite side up higher before straightening up and flicking your hair over your shoulder to head towards the kitchen. 
Digging through the refrigerator, you could hear Reiner’s deep voice muffled from the other room. He suddenly burst into laughter then a small scuffle followed by an ‘ow’ floated back to the kitchen. Sighing, you shuffled back into the living room and raised a brow at the sight.
Bertholdt was leaning forward in his seat, shooting his roommate the most murderous look you have ever seen. His face was as red as a tomato from what you could only assume from anger. Reiner was rubbing the side of his cheek, clearly holding back laughter.
“You should apologize now.” Reiner raises a brow as he begins heading towards the front door. “Anyway, catch you later guys.” He sends a wink before heading out. You shook your head and giggled, your smile instantly dropping when you turned back to see Bertholdt hastily trying to hide the fact that he was glaring at your legs again. 
You stomped closer to the couch, leaning over him as you held my glass in one hand and placed the other on your hip.
“Okay, Hoover. If these fucking bother you so much, then I’ll take them off. You’re being dumb.” With a huff, you began to slowly pull off the garment with one hand, careful not to spill the red wine in the other.
“No!” Frozen in place, the thigh high slipping down your knee as you looked back up to see a desperate expression on Bertholdt. You couldn’t help the small smirk forming and pulled it back up again.
“Pfft. If I’d known any better, I’d say you actually like them.” You wink playfully as you snap the black stocking against your thigh. A small yelp escapes involuntarily as you feel yourself falling, the drink slipping from your fingers when you attempt to brace yourself.
Two hands snaked themselves around my waist, pulling me close as you landed on Bertholdt’s lap, practically straddling him while gripping his shirt to stop the fall. You lifted your head in surprise and felt every muscle seize in your body. Your faces were centimeters apart, his breath fanning across your skin. He almost looked surprised at his own actions as a heavy pink stains his cheeks.
Deep green eyes burned into your own, they seemed to only darken as you parted your mouth in an attempt to find words, only to miserably fail. Your heart was beating so rapidly in your chest that you were certain he could hear it.
It felt like you were in a trance, unable to move as he brought his face closer. His soft lips brushed against yours, one of his hands trailing to rest on your lower back as the other resting on your hip.
“You can’t wear this around me.” His voice sounded strained as his fingers danced across the hem of the garment. “Because I more than just like them.” 
His finger hooks underneath the soft material, snapping it suddenly against your skin.You flinch slightly and let out a shuddered breath “I love them. They drive me crazy. You. You drive me crazy.”
The world around the two of you turned into a blur as you felt your heart leap into your throat. You were a stuttering mess, cheeks flush as your body felt itself alight in flames. 
“I-I didn’t realize I had that sort of effect on you, Hoover.” Your attempt to sound confident was pathetic, feeling incredibly small under his smoldering gaze now. To your surprise, he lets out a deep chuckle and leans back to shamelessly look at you up and down. You’ve never seen Bertholdt so confident and so… determined.
His eyes drag themselves back to yours, sharp and fierce. “You haven’t realized what you’ve been doing to me by now?” He nearly scoffs as he pulls your body in closer. Your chest became flush with his own as his hands pulled your hips into him. You felt him hard beneath you and all coherent thoughts flew out the window.
“N-No.” You gulp with widened eyes, turning just in time to see a smile creep on his face.
“Would you like me to show you?” His deep voice whispered into your ear, an involuntary shudder trickled down your spine. You couldn’t respond, completely hypnotized by his presence, leaning in slightly. Lips meeting in a silent agreement as your heart exploded with excitement.
The softness of his lips was intoxicating and you craved for even more; throwing your arms over his neck to pull him impossibly closer, deepening the kiss. Your body felt like it was being sparked by every touch. His hands felt every inch of your skin as the kiss became desperate.
His tongue dragged across your bottom lip, begging for more. You didn’t hesitate to allow him in, tasting him, drinking him in. He bit at your lip teasingly and smirked to himself as an involuntary whimper escaped. His fingers tangled themselves into your hair, tugging slightly to pull you both apart. 
Chests heaving, swollen lips and desperate eyes meet. His smile never left his face as he took you in, it grew even bigger as he pulled your hair further to expose your neck. You couldn’t stop the throaty moan at the sensation. He quickly peppered kisses along your jaw and down your neck, stopping just at your collar bone. He felt your body tense as he found the spot that brought instant goosebumps, his teeth sinking softly into the flesh as another moan fell from your lips.
You shifted your hips to straddle him properly, grinding yourself into his now painfully hard erection. He released the most delicious groan and you absolutely needed to hear more of it. You tug at his belt desperately as his lips continue to attack my neck.
“Aren’t we eager?” He smirked and lifted a brow. “You’ll have to wait your turn, darling. Right now, you’re all mine.” 
Hooking his arm around your waist, he lifted you off of his lap, gently laying you down across the couch. He kissed and suckled down your neck to your chest, leaving soft bites and nips along the way. His lean body hovered over your own, you couldn’t stop your hands from trailing down his chest as he continued to travel further down your body.
His large hand gripped your hip, slipping his fingers under the fabric of your shirt. In one quick motion, he pulls the clothing over your head, his own shirt following. Soft lips reattach themselves to your neck, hands traveling across your body, goosebumps following his every move.
He suddenly captures you in a kiss that was more dizzying than before, his hand settling on your upper thigh as the other cupped your breast. You moan softly and instinctively buck your hips into his as his fingers flick and lightly pinch your nipple, rolling it between his fingers. You were completely throbbing for him, raking your nails down his chest as he broke the kiss only to begin suckling on the other bud.
You writhe underneath him, needing more of his touch. Without warning, he yanks your shorts and panties down. A deep blush settles across your face, biting your lip as you watch Bertholdt’s lips part in awe.
“You’re so beautiful.” He gives you a bright smile, eyes twinkling in sincerity. A switch appeared to go off as he took you in. “And tonight, I’m going to ravish you.” 
His lips crash into yours in hunger, gripping your hair tightly as your tongues fight for dominance, his ultimately taking over. You moan into his mouth and he quickly trails kisses down your chest, freeing his hand to grope your breasts as he continues down further, stopping just at your hip.
Your eyes lock when he softly nips at your thigh. His hands weaving around your legs, pulling you towards him. His breath fans across your now soaked core, chuckling lightly as you shift anxiously under him. His fingers caress you gently and his eyebrows rise in satisfaction.
“So wet for me and I haven’t even gotten started.”
Eye contact is never broken as he flicks his tongue between your folds, eagerly tasting you. Jaw slack, you watch on as his tongue finds your most sensitive spot. You couldn’t stop yourself as you threw back your head and bucked your hips when he began to suck softly on your clit.
The grip on your thighs tighten and he doesn’t stop his attack, your body jolting from his touch. Any form of self control was gone as you moaned from his touch, crying out his name like a prayer.
You tightened your legs around him while your hand reached for his hair, pulling him further against you. He moaned as you shamelessly grind yourself against his face, the vibrations causing your eyes to roll into the back of your head. 
“B-Bertholdt… I..” Stammering and unable to speak, you come undone beneath him. Gripping the couch so hard that your knuckles are white. He continues to lap your sweet juices as your back arches. He mercily removes himself from you, watching as you attempt to come down from your high, panting heavily.
“I’m not done with you yet.” He wolfishly grinned. His long fingers began to stroke you once more. “You taste so good.” He sighs in contentment when you release a strangled cry in surprise, his finger sliding into you with ease. He began at a teasingly slow pace, leaving your whimpering.
He leans forward, lips grazing your ear. “Do you want more?” You nod quickly, not even hesitating. He chuckles darkly. “Then you’re going to have to beg.”
Whimpering, your eyes meet and you give him a desperate look, nails digging into his shoulder. “P-please?” He shakes his head with a smirk.
“That won’t do. I’ve waited way too long for this moment.” 
“Please, m-more?” He doesn’t say a word, only cocking his head to the side with a raised brow. 
“Bertholdt. Please, I need more.” He stops his movements for only a moment but it was enough for you to completely snap.
“Please, make me cum Bertholdt. Please.”
Your words drown out as a moan erupts from your throat. Another finger was added, hooking them slightly, he began to increase his speed. He continued to pump into you, hitting the spot that made your toes curl. 
It was when his lips reconnected with your clit that you saw stars, tears pricking your eyes from ecstasy. His tongue flicking and suckling you as you hit your peak, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.
When you feel yourself come back to earth, your eyes meet as he leans over you. He grips your jaw, turning it slightly to face forward. He brought his fingers to your lips. “Suck. Now,” 
You happily oblige, tasting yourself as your tongue swirls around his long digits. He watches you, dazed and mouth parted. Pulling himself away, he swiftly undoes his belt and takes off the rest of his clothing. Your eyes bulge as you take him in, openly gawking at the incredibly stunning man standing before you.
He positions himself between your legs, leaning on the couch slightly to keep his balance. You instinctively part your legs for him. 
“I don’t think I can’t hold off any longer.” He groans, stroking himself as he takes in your disheveled appearance. You couldn’t stop the shudder of excitement as you shifted yourself closer to him. He drags himself though your soaked folds, teasing your overly sensitive clit.
“I’m going to make you scream.” He smiles as he aligns himself at your entrance. Slowly, he eases himself in, pumping slowly until he reaches the hilt. You both moan collectively from how deep he was.
Berthold began to rock his hips against yours, beginning at a slow pace. Grinding slow and hard, feeling every inch of him as he went deeper and deeper. “God- you’re so tight. Fuck.”
Hearing him curse under his breath only made you want more, meeting his pace to thrust into you harder. He gripped your thighs and watched himself pump in and out, delighted at how well you were taking him. He began to increase his speed, trying to hide a triumphant smile as you moaned.
Your nails desperately clawed at his arms as he snapped his hips against yours, already feeling the orgasm building. He continued to pound into your now drenched pussy, the lewd sounds bringing a deep groan from him.
He pulled out suddenly, the absence of him made you whimper. You don’t get the opportunity to question him before he’s pulling you to the end of the couch, twisting you so your body partially lays over the armrest.
You watch as he approaches you from behind, a devilish smirk erupting on his features as he slaps your ass. Yelping in surprise, you find yourself leaning back for more, happily accepting another hard slap to the other cheek. 
He slides back into you with ease leaning his body over yours. The new position angled him to hit just the right spot as he grinded into you once more. The animalistic moans and grunts from you both only made you want more.
His hand traveled around your neck, squeezing slightly and you nearly lost it right there. He fucked you ruthlessly, holding your waist with his free hand. Your pussy squelched from the deep thrusts, your head leaning against his shoulder as he gripped your throat tighter.
“B-Bertholdt!” You felt yourself begin to lose control, your moans turning into desperate cries.
“I know.” He coos in your ear. “I know. Let go for me.” He bites the base of your neck as you scream out his name, unable to contain yourself any longer. He rides out your high, never relenting his pace.
He pulls his hand away from your throat, shifting himself from leaning against you to gripping your hips and pounding harder than before.
“F-faster. P-please fuck me faster.” 
Bertholdt moaned as you pleaded to him, happy to do just that. He slapped your ass again, harder than before. Your moans driving him completely insane. He laced his fingers in your hair, yanking it back to him as he fucked you.
The next orgasm rippled through your body, the scream of pleasure sending Bertholdt into a frenzy. His thrusts grew sloppy as he grunted your name under his breath. Pulling himself out, he spilled white hot ropes of cum onto your ass and back, dripping down the back of your legs.
You both took more than just a moment in an attempt to catch your breaths. You have never cum so hard in your life, your entire body was exhausted and trembling.
Bertholdt stepped away to get a rag, panting as he helped clean you up. For the first time since you two began, he appeared to be feeling shy.
“So I guess I learned something today.” You shook your head with a slight laugh, slowly getting back your breath. Bertholdt sent you a confused look.
“I will always wear thigh highs around you.” You winked as Bertholdt blushed heavily.
The two of you entangled yourselves together on the couch, too lazy to move. Neither of you realized that you had fallen asleep.
“Oh what the FUCK?”
The two of you wake up in a panic to see Reiner on his knees, waving his hands dramatically at the wine spilled onto the carpet. It was then that he noticed you both on the couch and nearly fell over.
“OH WHAT THE FUCK?!” He clamps a hand over his eyes and dashes out of the room, leaving you and Bertholdt completely flushed in embarrassment.
“You two owe me!”
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Righteous
part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 PART 5
Reiner Braun Soulmate AU
- Soulmate AU (childhood friends to lovers. afab!reader. The entire chapter is flashbacks. Soft!Reiner. Depressed!Reiner. Clueless Children.)
cw: Season Four Spoilers (specifically episode 3 : The Door of Hope)
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Just do what you have to. Keep moving forward. That's all we can do. You're gonna butcher all the titans, right? I'm sure you can do it.
"I, Reiner Braun, take you, (y/n) (l/n), to be my beloved wife. To have and to hold, to honor you, to treasure you, to be at your side in sorrow and in joy, in the good times, and in the bad, and to love and cherish you always." Reiner took a pause, hands shaking as he tried to place the ring on (y/n)'s fingers. "I promise you this from my heart, for all of my days."
He held her hands in a scared manner, thinking over the last of his vows and how much of a heavy meaning they held. They didn't want to comment on it, they just wanted to live in the moment they were in. 
"I, (y/n) (l/n), take you, Reiner Braun, to be my beloved husband. To have and to hold, to honor you, to treasure you, to be at your side in sorrow and in joy, in the good times, and in the bad, and to love and cherish you always. I promise you this from my heart, for all of my days."
The girl pulled Reiner's ring onto his finger, clenching tightly onto the hand as her nervousness caused them to shake. 
It was just them, covered by the moon light, outside the internment zone. They had decided on a small park, trees surrounding them. They were 18, barely adults, but they had nothing to lose. Reiner had so much left to live. He wanted to make it count, wanted to experience the most he could with the girl he loved; wanted her to experience it as well. 
Should he have told her it was best to move on? Find a better life that was outside of him? 
Of course. 
But he had spent the last 5 years risking his life for a country that doesn't even treat his people right. He had every right to be selfish. It was just something he wanted to do before he left the world. He wanted to feel something. 
Reiner looked down at (y/n), her eyes filling with tears as her smile was shaky. He felt a thump in his chest, his heart skipping a beat looking at her. There was so much love in her eyes, the moonlight on accentuating it more.
"I do." Reiner whispered to himself, saying it to any higher being who was listening. 
"I do." (y/n) said it back, holding onto Reiner's hands that were on her cheeks. 
No one was there to reverend the ceremony; the two adults doing it on their own and memorizing their vows. 
There was a small tick in their heads, one saying: you may now kiss the bride. 
And kiss her he did. 
(Y/n) sniffled, trying so hard not to let the tears fall from her cheeks and ruin their kiss. Wind suddenly blew through their clothing, the fabric shifting along the air. When the couple pulled away, they stayed a breath away; just feeling content with each other's closeness. 
"Are you sure about this?" Reiner asked her, his voice a whisper as he was scared of having her leave now. 
"With you?" (Y/n) told him. "Always."
****
(Y/n) was writing down notes at her desk, the yells of Commander Magath being heard outside from the window. She stared down at the papers that were given to her; a list of the candidates that would go to the last stage of Titan selection. 
Gabi Braun was one of them. Of course she was, she was exactly like her cousin. Such a common thing with the Braun's. 
Reiner was standing at the window, watching the kids train out in the courtyard. He had walked into the office with the other Military officers; a meeting being held for the candidates that would be selected to stay. Magath had already left the room, quickly turning up at the courtyard to look at the kids. 
"(Y/n), do you want kids one day?" Reiner suddenly asked, watching the kids run around. 
"Are you asking me as my husband or as a warrior?" (Y/n) paused, turning her head to look at the man. He didn't look at her, he had a blank look on his face, seemingly trying hard to focus. The woman sighed, crossing her arms over her desk. 
"As a wife, isn't it a duty to give you a child?" She asked him. 
"I don't want you to think it's a duty." Reiner said, finally turning to look at her. 
"With you it's not." She tried to reassure him. "Having someone who's half you would make everything go away. They are created from our love."
She had a dazed look to her eyes, seemingly feeling content with the idea of having someone who looked like Reiner. She suddenly took a deep breath in, coming back down from her fantasy.
"As the Warrior Unit Advisor, starting a family is pointless. You are going to die for this country anyways. Why leave a poor child without a parent?"
"I guess you're right." Reiner paused, looking back over towards the window. 
"Yes." Her voice was much closer, Reiner flinching a bit as hands wrapped around his torso.  "Lucky you, I am your wife."
"You want to do that?" Reiner asked incredulously, grabbing onto (Y/n)'s arms and looking at her. "You want to risk everything, just to have a kid with me?"
"What am I risking?" (Y/n) pulled away from him. "I'm already married to you."
"But no one knows you are." Reiner suddenly spoke, looking away from the girl and around the room.  "What would you tell your parents? I came back from that mission as a failure. I'm not a hero. I didn't get to buy a house that we could live in."
"Look at me, Reiner." (Y/n) pulled on his arms, forcing him to turn. She raised a hand to his cheek, giving his one hand a squeeze. "I don't care if you didn't get the founding titan. You are still my soulmate. You're still going to be the person I love. I'm already 20, I need to make a life of my own outside of my family."
"But you're gonna end up doing it alone! I would love to support you, care for both of you. But if I leave you're gonna be left alone."
"And that's just something I'm going to have to get used to. You made it this far Reiner, don't give up on me now. Not when this is the one way I can have you left with me."
"You're being selfish." He told her, trying to find any form of hurt on (Y/n)'s face.
"Weren't you when you asked me to marry you?" She asked him.
"We are rushing. It's a terrible thing to do." She pulled his head down, placing her forehead against his. "But what does it matter if we already know that our love isn't going to go anywhere? Even if you leave, and I grow old. You, Reiner Braun, will be my one and only love." 
Reiner sighed, but still closed his eyes and placed his lips on the girl's. She gave him a smile, hand slowly falling onto his neck to be pulled closer. He wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her. 
Though the couple was quick to pull away, a sudden yelp from the door startled the two. They turned wide eyed, facing the little 11 year old who had barged into the office. 
"I'm sorry!" Falco Grice shouted. "I didn't mean to!"
He turned around about to run out the office, when Reiner called for him. 
"Falco, wait!" The man said, running to the door to shove the boy back in. 
"I won't tell anyone!" Falco cried, trying to stop Reiner from shoving him onto a chair. "I swear!"
 "Falco, we know you won't." (Y/n) sighed. "Calm down."
Falco looked between the two adults, still anxious that he would get in trouble. His eyes landed on (Y/n), her arms crossed as she leaned against her desk. His eyes landed on her hand, the wedding band he knew she wore on display.
"I thought you said you were married!" Falco asked incredulously. "I always see you telling the other army generals you are" 
"Because I am." (Y/n) told the boy. "To Reiner."
"But you're Marleyan?" Falco said. He looked between the woman in front of him and the much bigger man behind him. His face was much more stern, his usual scowl on his face.
"Love doesn't really have a limit." (Y/n) told him.  "You find it in whoever it wants you to find."
"You're a sweet boy, Falco." (Y/n) sighed. "There is no need to worry about us getting mad at you."
"Unless you do tell." Reiner told the boy, hand quickly falling onto his head. "In which case, I'm going to have to eat you." 
"Reiner! Don't traumatize the boy." (Y/n) scold him, the man laughing at his joke. (Y/n) gave him a half-assed glare, moving to hold onto Falco's hands and wiping away at some tears that fell from his scare. 
 "The Marleyan army will already be doing that for him." (Y/n) joked, glancing down at the boys hands. She tilted her head, eyebrows pulling together when she noticed a small mark on the boy's left hand.
"Falco?" She asked.  "What is this?"
She rubbed at the mark, trying to make sure it was the exact same one she had. 
"I don't know."The boy answered. "I've had that for years now. Doctors said it was probably just a mark from training or something."
"No." (Y/n) smiled somberly. "No, I don't think it is." 
"What is it?" Falco asked with a curious tone. 
"That's for another time." (Y/n) patted his knees, standing up from crouching over the boy. "Now, you came in for a reason. What did you need?"
****
"Falco! Have you seen Reiner?" (Y/n) asked the boy, walking up to him after she had caught him banging on the wall of the Warrior building. 
"Are you alright?" She asked, hand rubbing his face in a motherly way. 
"Yeah, I'm fine." Falco smiled softly, subtly falling into her affectionate touch. "I haven't seen Reiner. I was about to go home."
"Ah, I'll accompany you then." (Y/n) smiled at him, the boy only looking at her wide eyed. 
"You don't have to! I'm sure you should be going home now! It's getting late." He tried to reason with her. 
"It's alright. I'm gonna stay in the internment zone tonight anyways." Falco frowned, beginning his journey home as the woman followed behind him. 
"Why?"
"Ah, I don't think I should be telling you why." She laughed.
"Right." Falco's face flushed, looking down at the ground. 
“That's right. I still have...them.”
The two citizens continued their walk into the internment zone, Falco leading the way to his home as they passed by the mental hospital. 
(Y/n) paused, watching as the boy took a look into the fenced in area. She waited patiently, hands clasped together. 
"The hospital."
"Hey!" Both Falco and (Y/n) turned, noticing a man with long hair waving at Falco from a bench. 
"So you're able to talk now, huh?" Falco spoke, sitting down next to the legless man. "Guess that means you're recovering?"
"This place is for treating psychological wounds, but mine are fake."
(Y/n) frowned her eyebrows, looking at the man. She felt out of place, rubbing her arms in anxiousness.  
"Huh?"
"I said I forgot where I came from due to amnesia, but I just don't wanna go back." The guy spoke, looking down at the floor. "I'm not quite ready to face my family yet" 
"Will you report me?" He asked, after pausing for a bit.
"No, I wouldn't do that." Falco told him. The two men turned to look at (Y/n), the girl suddenly shocked to have them both staring at her. 
"I-it's none of my business." (Y/n) spoke. "Sometimes families can be hard to face."
"You don't have an armband." The man squinted, looking back up at her face to try and understand who she was. 
"I don't need one." She told him. She took a breath, staring down at his green eyes. They looked full of life, but also without a soul at the same time. She was uncomfortable, feeling as though he was looking straight through her.
"I'll wait for you outside." She turned to the boy. "Okay, Falco?"
The boy gave her a nod, going back to talking with the mental ward patient as (Y/n) went to stand outside the fence. It was a short talk, one she didn't hear but the boy came out with courtyard, an envelope in his hands. 
"I have to go back to HQ. Do you mind?"
"Not at all." (Y/n) told him, patting his head as they began their trek back to the Warrior Unit. As they came out closer to the building, (Y/n) smiled, watching Reiner walk up to them in the distance. 
"What are you two doing out this late?" Reiner asked, glancing worriedly at (Y/n) who stood behind him.
"I left something back at HQ."The boy told the man. "You can take, Miss (l/n) home. I'll see you guys later."
He ran off, waving behind him at the couple. 
"What was that about?" 
"I couldn't tell you." (Y/n) laughed. "But I can tell you something very exciting."
She took his hand in hers, giving him a smile, as she placed the other on her stomach. Reiner wanted to cry, looking over his wife. He thought about ending his life; leaving the one thing that kept him sane. 
"Hey don't cry!" (Y/n) laughed, pulling Reiner off the side to keep away from prying eyes. She wiped at his cheeks, quickly catching any tear that fell. 
"Everything is gonna turn out alright!" She gave him a small smile. "For both of us."
"We're gonna make it. You're gonna make it. I'm sure you can do it."
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Bertolt's Insecurity (Chp 2)
Summary:
You spent time with Levi after training, oblivious of Bertolt's insecurity.
Tags: SFW, jealous boyfriend, oblivious girlfriend, Levi's unrequited love, comfy friendship with Levi, small fight then make up.
Read chp 1, read chp 2 here or on AO3 up to you ^^
The talk with Bertolt
After screaming out your frustration, you saw Levi approached and offered his hand to help you up. You firmly took his hand and pushed yourself up. You were still annoyed at yourself for failing to kick him, so you brushed dirt from your clothes to avoid meeting his eye.
You were startled when you felt him ruffling your hair and said, ‘you did well. You deserve a cup of tea’.
You looked at him and laughed. You were relieved that the dreadful training was over and the eel had turned into the dear friend that you had missed.
You left with him, oblivious of the wrath of your insecure boyfriend.
You directly went to the dorm to take a shower and change. Then you went to Levi’s office to have the tea he promised.
You found him there sitting by his desk doing some paperwork. He looked up toward you and gestured you to take a seat on one of the sofas opposite his desk. ‘Let me just finish this one and I’ll make the tea,’ he told you.
You took a seat on the sofa, immediately enticed by its plushiness. You yawned. You thought you could close your eyes for a bit–
You jerked awake and saw that you were covered by a blanket. You wondered how long you had slept. You gasped as you saw that it was dark outside.
You abruptly turned to him and asked, ‘Why didn’t you wake me?’.
‘Welcome back,’ he replied flatly. ‘You know that nothing, not even an earthquake, could wake you when you sleep out of exhaustion’.
He was right, but you were annoyed, nonetheless.
You felt extremely hungry so you asked him wistfully, ‘Has dinner time passed as well?’
‘Hmh, a while ago. But there must be some leftovers in the kitchen. Let’s go check and catch up while eating’. He stood up and walked toward the door.
You prayed that there’d be something left as you knew you couldn’t survive the night being this hungry.
Thankfully there were plenty of leftovers. Turned out that the cook always kept something warm on the stove, knowing that the hardworking soldiers may get hungry during the night. You greedily took a large serving of the thick stew and two loaves of bread. You saw Levi’s judgmental expression but you were too famished to give two hoots about it.
The two of you took seats opposite each other in one of the long tables. You directly attacked the food while Levi lazily picked at his food.
‘I saw Sasha’s influence rubbing off on you’.
‘Hmh’ you just grunted in reply.
You were too focused on your food that you didn’t see him leaning on one elbow, staring at you with affection. His food left untouched.
His eyes drifted to one of the entrance as he saw someone coming into the mess hall.
‘It’s your boyfriend,’ he told you flatly.
You sat up straighter, quickly wiping your mouth with a napkin then turned your head toward the entrance.
You saw Bertolt by the door, watching. You waved at him cheerfully, but he just nodded and went into the kitchen. You followed him with your eyes, puzzled. You saw him going out of the kitchen and you sat up with an expectant smile. But he just nodded and walked out of the mess hall.
You puffed your cheeks and turned your face back toward Levi.
He was still leaning on one elbow, intently looking at you but with a grim expression.
You shrugged your shoulder and went back to your food. You relationship with Bertolt wasn’t something that you’d want to share with Levi. And you didn’t want the limited time you had with him being ruined by a lover’s quarrel – which you didn’t know the reason for.
Levi broke the silence, ‘I’m leaving tomorrow, so I’ll see you again next week’.
You mimicked his position, leaning on your elbow, but your cheek was squished by your fist. You lost your appetite as you heard about him leaving again. You knew he was leaving, but it didn’t lessen the sadness you felt. You started to play with your food and sighed.
‘What?’ he asked.
‘Nothing. It sucks when you and Hange aren’t here’.
‘You have the recruits –,’ then added with a scornful tone, ‘and the pine tree. To amuse yourself with’.
‘It’s not the same’.
Your vision started to blur as tears started to form in your eyes.
He sighed and ruffled your hair.
‘Suck it up. We’d be back in no time,’ he told you gruffly.
You looked up to him expectantly and asked, ‘great progress with Eren?’
He looked at you without expression. You realised that you may be asking about a classified information, so you weren’t offended by his silence.
Then you remembered that you promised Mikasa and Armin to ask him about Eren. ‘Oh, yea, tell me something about Eren to appease Mikasa and Armin’.
‘His cleaning competence had improved admirably’.
He saw your face darken and added, ‘he’s fine. Hange hadn’t killed him. Yet’.
You grunted in exasperation.
‘Shall we call it a night?’ He asked you kindly.
‘Ah, yes’.
You started tidying up the bowl and cutleries. Then you realised that he didn’t invite you for tea as he usually did. You became conscious of the change in your friendship. He knew that you wanted to be with Bertolt right now.
You felt a twinge in your heart, but quickly pushed it away. You had let Levi go, and you were sure of your feelings for Bertolt.
‘I’ll handle it. You can go,’ he told you.
You clapped and smiled at him.
‘Thank you! And thank you for the training today. Too bad I couldn’t smash that gorgeous face of yours, but maybe next time!’ you told him cheerily as you went out of the bench.
He snorted. ‘Looking forward to it’.
You jogged toward the door, stopped by the door and waved cheerily at him before going out.
You saw his expressionless face staring back at you.
You directly went to look for Bertolt. You guessed that he’d be in his dorm room already, but you were not allowed to enter the men’s dorm. So you grabbed one of the cadets and commanded him to get Bertolt to meet you by the entrance.
In less than five minutes, you saw your smoking hot lover walked out of the door. His tall, lean, and muscular body always make your heart flutter and your body burning with desire.
‘Bertolt,’ you called him.
He saw you and slowly walked toward you. You were puzzled as your sweet giant usually greet you with bashful excitement.
‘Hi’ he said in a whisper.
‘Want to go to my place?’ You asked him, hopeful.
He folded his arms and avoided your gaze, ‘I’d rather not’.
‘Oh’. You were unable to contain your surprise. ‘Have a walk with me?’
He nodded and followed you.
He walked beside you until you both reached the castle’s backyard. His hand still folding on his chest.
You guided him toward the large tree on the edge of the yard, welcoming the privacy it offered. Once sure that no one was nearby, you faced him and asked him sweetly, ‘what’s wrong, baby?’
He averted your gaze and refused to answer.
You moved closer to him and wrapped your arms around his waist. You felt his body tensed, but he didn’t do anything to push you away. You tightened your embrace. You pressed yourself against his folded arms as you rested your chin on the hollow between his collarbones. You looked up to him, waiting.
You felt his body relaxing. His eyes glanced down to you.
‘Please tell me if I made you angry. I’ll do my best to make amends, okay?’ you begged him, expressing your true intention to reconcile with him.
Still not looking at you, he sighed and said, ‘I wasn’t angry with you. I was just– I witnessed something today that made me,’ he sighed again. You could see frustration on his face.
He continued, ‘made me unsure of us’.
You felt blood rushing in your body as you started to get anxious. You felt you knee weaken and you grabbed him tighter for support.
‘You– you no longer have feelings for me?’ you asked with quavering voice.
‘What? No!’ He snapped and looked down toward you. He saw the tears that started to spill out of your eyes. He panicked and started to stammer, ‘No, no, no. That’s not what I meant’.
You started to let out crying sound, your body shook with every sob.
He unfolded his arms to cup your cheeks on his palm, his thumbs rubbing off the tears from the edge of your eyes and cheeks.
You felt foolish for crying like this, but you felt that everyone precious to you was going away, leaving you behind in this wretched place. You couldn’t help exposing your vulnerability to him.
‘No, please, listen, Y/N. I’m not losing feelings, on the contrary it’s growing stronger by the day. Believe me, please’. He desperately tried to assure you.
‘Then why are you unsure about us?’ you asked him, still crying.
‘I saw you and captain Levi, and thought maybe you still love him and would rather be with him,’ he told you gently.
Still sobbing, you looked at him in surprise.
His furrowed brow indicated deep sadness.
His sad face made your heart ache. You started crying again and scolded him, ‘That’s so stupid! I want to be with you! I’m so angry at you now!’
You didn’t mean your last statement. You were far from angry. You were so relieved that he still wanted you.
‘I- I- I’m ssso, soooo very sorry. My love, please. You’re right. So stupid of me. Such an idiot. Sorry, my love,’ he begged. He started to shower you forehead with kisses, then your cheeks.
You seek his lips. You kiss each other with passion, greedily taking in each other, wanting the assurance that you still belong to each other.
Your fingers digging in his back, pulling him closer. He too, held the back of your head, caressing you hair, his other hand planted firmly at the small of your back.
You kissed until you were left breathless.
The kiss slowed down and became more tender. He rested his forehead on yours when you stopped.
‘I’m sorry,’ he whispered to you.
You nodded.
He wiped your tears with his warm fingers.
He guided you to sit with him. He put his back on the tree trunk and placed you on his crossed legs. You circled your arm around his shoulder. One of his arms supporting your back, while his other hand interlock with yours.
You look into each others’ eyes. You rested your elbow on his shoulder and started to caress the top of his head, twirling his fringe with your fingers.
‘Tell me what was on your mind,’ you asked him gently.
He rubbed his cheek on to your hand and said without taking his eyes off yours, ‘I watched the dreadful training. Worried of your safety. When I saw you fell, erghhh. If Mikasa wasn’t there to stop me, I would’ve lunged at the puny captain’.
You heard his frustration. You knew you would’ve felt the same if you were in his position.
He continued, ‘Then I saw him approaching you, helping you up. I thought you were going to rebuff him in anger. Instead I saw you giving him the sweetest smile. As if his cruelty had never happened. I could see the bond between you, the emotional bond that didn’t need any physical intimacy to forge. Unlike ours. Then I saw both of you in the mess hall. Him gazing at you with love and longing. I wanted to gouge his eyeballs out with the spoon he was holding. I was boiling mad!’
You felt his body shook with emotion. You thought he must be imagining things. Levi would never!
He sighed and looked down to avert you eyes. Clearly embarrassed of his brooding. ’That’s when I came in to break his gaze. I ignored your friendly greeting. So sorry for that. I was sulking, annoyed that you’ve been spending so many hours with him. I couldn’t find you after the training. Turned out you’ve been with him’.
You hated your weird habit of falling into deep sleep when exhausted.
You cup his adorable face in your palms. Showering him with kisses all over his face.
‘My sweet, beloved, Bertolt. I’m sorry for making you feel this way’. You paused. He nodded and gave you a sweet smile.
You continued, ‘although I’m truly sorry for causing the misunderstanding, I can’t stop being friends with Levi. I understand that you knew very well of my feelings toward him, but I had let that feelings go. I would not, I can’t stress this more, I would NOT have opened my heart to you and give myself to you, if I wasn’t sure of my feelings for you. He, also Hange, are two very important persons for me. They are my home, and so are you. I truly hope you could accept this selfish part of me. I know that I’m greedy for not wanting to let go of any of you’.
He still looked at you with his sweet smile.
‘We’re both greedy. I for wanting you all for myself, you for wanting all of us on your side’.
You laughed, ‘if you put it that way, yes, we’re both greedy’.
‘I’m grateful that you told me that you were sure of me before being with me. That’s what I needed to hear. I can’t promise that I won’t be blinded with jealousy in the future. When that happens, promise me to kiss me like you did just now’.
You rolled your eyes, ‘I’d most likely be furious with you. But, I don’t think I could resist you. Your adorable face and,’ you paused to run your hands all over his upper body. You let out a lusty roar and said, ‘steamy, smokin’ HOT body, that’s too impossible to resist!’
You then attacked his neck with fluttery kisses that tickled him until he let out a cute squeal. You both giggled.
‘Are we good now?’ you asked him sweetly.
‘Yes’. He took your hand and kiss it.
‘What do you say we continue this in our love nest?’ you gleefully proposed.
He answered with a passionate kiss as a prelude to the impending love making.
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This story is part the "Detours to Your Heart" series, comprises of stories of YOUR friendship and slow burn romance with Levi Ackerman. You build many interesting relationships with other AOT characters, such as ambiguous friendship/ romance with Hange Zoe, a whirlwind romance with Bertolt Hoover, sibling-like relationship with Jean Kirstein, and many more!
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What would your dress be if you went out with the SNK boys ? MODERN WORLD
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Mental Hospital AU! Yandere! Attack on Titan x Female Reader ~| Reiner Ending |~
“Y/N! I told Erwin you weren’t with the rest of the group and he went mad. He sent a whole group just to look for you!” Moblit said.
”Moblit.! Where is everyone?” Y/N asked.
”Hange and Erwin are getting some doctors out of here whilst everyone else looks for anyone injured or in need to help.” Moblit explained.
”L-let’s get going.” Y/N said as the two quickly walked away and into the dimly lit hallway.
The lights were still a dark red and some of the hallways weren’t even visible so the pair avoided those areas. Most hallways were either trashed or were empty to the point were even that was suspicious.
”Did anyone find any patients.?” Y/N asked.
”We’ve found a few from other peoples Wards but not any from your Ward. I think some of the children escaped too..” Moblit said.
”What about the emergency exits? Are they blocked off?” Y/N asks nervously.
”A few are which is good because the patients can’t leave. But bad for us because we can’t leave either.” Moblit muttered.
The two walked in silence once again to prevent any sort of surprise attack from the patients, until Moblit radio started to report something.
”H-Hange?! Where are you guys? I have Y/N with me.” Moblit spoke into the radio.
“We’re in the Cafeteria. Come over here now.”  Hange said on the radio.
”O-okay!” Moblit said before looking at Y/N. “Hange and Erwin are in the Cafeteria. Hange told me to go there now.”
”Let’s go then!” Y/N said before rushing towards the Cafeteria.
For some reason, the hallways were cleaner and more silent than the ones Y/N had seen before. She shrugged it off as they continued walking in and out of hallways.
”By any chance.. did you happen to see and of my friends?” Y/N asked.
”I did see them, yes. I was able to get them out safely so that they wouldn’t stay here longer.” Moblit answered whilst smiling at her.
”Thank you Moblit.” Y/N said before reaching the Cafeteria doors.
The two walked in and looked around the Cafeteria, confused. No one was there.. all of the plastic utensils seemed to be scattered along with trays and plates. Hange and Erwin were no where to be seen.
”Are you sure they said Cafeteria?” Y/N asked.
”M-maybe they are at the exit and are waiting for us outside.” Moblit said.
They walked towards the exit and saw two duffel bags. Curious, Moblit opened them and instantly backed away with a disgusted look on his face.
”M-Moblit.? What happened.. what’s in the bag?” Y/N asked whilst stepping forward.
”N-No! Don’t look in there!” Moblit exclaimed but it was too late.
Opening the bag, Y/N saw a body bruised and beaten to the point where it looked unrecognisable. She fell backwards and let out a small whimper.
”W-who is that?!” Y/N asked.
”They have goggles.” Moblit muttered under his breath. “It’s Hange.”
”I can’t even imagine what’s in the other bag.” Y/N said as she clasped a hand over her mouth, trying not to vomit. “If I had to guess.. it must be Erwin.!”
”I’ll go get help. Y/N, you stay here and radio me with this extra radio.” Moblit said whilst handing Hange’s radio. “I’ll be right back with people or supplies.”
Moblit ran off, leaving Y/N near the duffel bags. Clattering noises could be heard from a distance, making Y/N shift towards the bodies a bit closer. There was just something wrong about this. Hange and Erwin were in the Cafeteria but now they were in the duffel bags? There was no blood on the floor meaning.. the person on the radio wasn’t Hange.
Grabbing the radio, Y/N began twisting the volume and dialled Moblits radio.
“M-Moblit! Can you hear me?!” Y/N spoke into the radio. “Moblit are you okay?!”
A hand calloused Y/N’s mouth and an arm wrapped around her stomach. The figure pulled her back into their chest and shushed her muffled screams.
”Darling, I’ve been looking for you!” The voice called out. 
In the corner of her eye, Y/N saw Reiner. In that moment she struggled in his grasp, making him tighten his grip around her. He continued to shush her until she eventually stopped moving and began to breathe heavily.
”Good girl. I didn’t want to use that drug on you, it’s bad for a pretty girl like you.” Reiner said as he continued to hold her.
”Oi Reiner. What do we do about the bodies?” Porco asked.
”Just leave them here or throw them away. Colt should be arriving any moment now and Connie is still wandering the Hospital since he hasn’t found Y/N.” Reiner muttered.
”R-Reiner. You should let Y/N go now.! She must be feeling scared right now-“ Bertolt began to say as he looked at Y/N.
”No Bertolt.” Reiner bluntly said as he cradled her.
Soon, Colt had arrived with a bag of supplies and walked towards the group. He stood next to a little boy with blonde hair just like him. Beside the boy was a young, brunette girl who looked similar to Reiner and beside her was Pieck.
“Zeke’s outside with a van. We have to get going now.” Annie said as she walked in and saw everyone. “Y/N..”
”Don’t speak to her, Annie.” Reiner said as he looked at Y/N. “If I move my hand, will you promise not to scream?”
Y/N nodded quickly and soon Reiner move his hand off her mouth. She gasped as soon as the hand moved, finally letting her breath again. Bertolt bent to her level and reached out to help her but soon backed away, scared he might hurt her.
”I won’t tell anyone!” Y/N coughed out, making Reiner look at her confused.
”What’re you talking about?” Reiner asked as he still held her.
”I promise I won’t tell the authorities if you just let me go! My friends are-“ Y/N started to say before Reiner slapped his hand in front of her mouth again.
”Don’t say stuff like that, Darling.” Reiner said. “You’re coming with us whether you like it or not.”
”R-Reiner! Let her breath please!” Bertolt begged.
”She’s gotta learn to behave and not say stuff like that.” Reiner replied before turning to his ‘friends’. “You guys get going with Bertolt. I’ll handle her.”
”R-Reiner. What are we going to do when we escape?” the small brunette asked.
”Don’t worry Gabi. Zeke has it figured out.” Reiner reassured as everyone started to leave.
Tears trickled down Y/N’s face and onto Reiners hand, making him look at her unhappy. Annie and Pieck looked sympathetically at Y/N and mouthed a ‘sorry’ at her before rushing the kids out. Colt and Porco held bags on their back and rushed out after them and into a van.
”Darling, why are you crying?” Reiner asked. “Just think about it! You and I can get married, have those kids I was talking about and we can have so much fun together. Imagine how pretty you’ll look when you’re all dressed up in that wedding dress-“
”R-Reiner.” Bertolt interrupted nervously. Reiner looked at the sweating boy in anger.
”I thought I told you to go in the van. What is it?” Reiner asked, annoyed.
”I thought we agreed to share Y/N..” Bertolt said.
”Right.. did you actually think I was going to share such a beautiful goddess with you? You’ve been pissing me off ever since we agreed on Y/N coming with us.” Reiner said.
”B-but you promised.!” Bertolt said.
Reiner moved his hand from Y/N’s mouth to throat and held her to his chest. With his other hand, Reiner pulled out a pistol from his back pocket and held it, pointing Bertolt.
“N-No! Stop it! Reiner don’t shoot-“ Y/N screamed out.
”Quiet Baby. I don’t want to put this in your mouth and shoot you too.” Reiner said as he smirked at Bertolt, who has stepped back.
The gun sound itself was terrifying and the scene before Y/N was even worse. Bertolt dropped to the floor as the multiple wounds let out blood.
”There’s no one to stop us Darling!~” Reiner said excitedly as he began to pepper her neck with kisses.
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Stuck in a room. Chained by the ankle with a leg iron. Only socialising with him, her kids and occasionally Annie, Pieck and Gabi. Y/N looked at the clock, Reiner would be coming home soon.
”Mommy! When is dad coming home to play?” Chase asked.
”S-soon honey.” Y/N said as she looked at her eldest son. “Go get your brothers, dinner is ready and we’re just waiting for-“
The front door opened to reveal Reiner, who looked tired.
”Guys! Dads home!” Chase yelled out.
Two other boys came running downstairs and hugged their dad. Reiner hugged them back and ruffled their hair before telling them to go wash their hands for dinner. Making his way to Y/N, he sat beside and pulled her into his lap and kissed her passionately.
”Did you have a good day, Darling?” Reiner asked. Y/N hummed in response, making Reiner annoyed.
”Speak with your words, I want to hear your voice. You don’t want to go back in the basement do you? It hurt me and you the last time I punished you like that.” Reiner whispered.
“I h-had a good day.” Y/N quickly said.
”That’s nice. I don’t see my new boy anywhere.. is he sleeping?” Reiner asked.
”I put him in h-his crib. Luke and Ryder were watching over h-him.” Y/N said, making Reiner smile.
”That’s good. Let’s have dinner now, the boys are waiting.” Reiner said.
“Yes..” Y/N muttered.
“Yes what? Don’t make me remind you especially after all these years, baby.” Reiner threatened making Y/N gulp.
”Yes Darling.” Y/N whispered.
”Well done. Love you babe.” Reiner said whilst picker her up and carrying her to the table.
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Quote for Chapter 15 of ‘Carving the Running Path’, to be posted this Tuesday!
“Carol used to say that fireflies were stars that had chosen to come to earth instead, and that someday they'll reach the skies again. I don’t think she actually believed it, but it’s a nice sentiment.”
See you Tuesday! Here’s a link to the fic, if anyone needs it. 💜
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Feel It In The Air Tonight
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Pairings: Eren Yeager x Chubby!Fem!reader
Encapsulation: there's always someone to pick you up when you're feeling down, especially in college even through words on cards. In which, Eren plays the two card game with you
Warnings: fluff, talks of the Uni college experience, TikTok card game, pain splatter rage room, Starbucks drinks, eren being a little jealous but not over the top, hints of depression,hard times, etc., other talks of mental health, loving and healthy obsessed Eren, making out, touching, smut towards the end, Eren with a tongue piercing but it’s not highlighted like that because I’m a dumb bitch and forgot to punctuate it in this fic, tatted Eren, pussy eating Eren, squirting, exhibition, cumming over fingers, overstimulation, fingering, dirty talking, some of the cast appears here, modern day au, black reader ( not explicit), car sex, oral( f receiving), overall you two are in love
Word Count: 6.8k( I know I know, a lot)
18+ Babes Only
Ps: Eren may be ooc for some, dont really write for aot so this is me coming back into the fandom for a little while &lt;3
( I'm so tired and I had to do this on two phones)
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The void space clouding your head was too expensive to handle for your taste. The vision of a red door with words you heard in the past and up until now painted the door like the paint should be black instead. The only way to jump out of this disgusting vision was to walk to the door, opening the door to get to the bright side, but you couldn’t. Everytime you walked to the door, it felt like you were being pushed back.
With one heavy foot over the other one, you felt as if there was a 100lb dumbbell hanging onto your ankle, the feeling coiled up inside of you was tragic for both you and Eren. Eren wondered why you weren’t present in class for these past four days, he’s so used to you coming into the class, holding a fresh water bottle in your right hand while your phone and keys are in the left hand.
He always watched the door to see if you were gonna come in and he was curious as well as worried over the days you didn’t walk through the wooden door. Eren asked Mikasa and Jean if they’ve seen you and they’re answer was the same. He asked Zeke have you been to his psychology class and he said no but not without leaving a message to you in regards to his class “ if you do see yn, please make sure she’s ok first and tell her to get to class when and if she could, she’s missing out on a lot”. 
Eren nodded his head before leaving the classroom only to bump into Armin with Sasha and Connie  on his way out, “ Oh hey guys, you seen y/n around campus? Or did she go home because she’s not answering the phone?” 
Sasha thought about it while Armin shook his head. Meanwhile Connie gave him a goofy grin, “ Did you even check her dorm, bro?” He placed an arm around Eren as they walked to the exit of the Housement building their reading comprehension class was in, “ You can’t honestly be that stupid, Eren.”
Eren snapped his fingers prior to running off to the building your dorm was in. He was so glad you didn’t choose a building that was far from the building with classes on the inside . He ran past Annie and Pieck bidding them hellos and goodbyes as quickly as he said it. He Slid in the elevator saying a few sentences to the two people that were already in the elevator: Reiner and Bertolt. After some time he finally made it to the opening of your dorm with the pleas and begs to be let into the dorm area by the front desk student employer and she let him since she had a crush on him once. 
He only came to your dorm twice. One time for a school project and the second time for a place to chill and talk to each other. You two weren’t exactly in a relationship, yet. You both are in the talking stage so you didn’t really invite him to your room like that. Luckily he memorized the room number as he finally came to a stop in front of it: 313b.
Eren took a deep breath before knocking on the door. He waited for you to answer but you didn’t. He grew even more worried so he began banging on the door, calling out your name as well. Everyone on your floor could hear this commotion and you were embarrassed even if you were on the inside trudging to the door with your cover over your body. You could only imagine what people on your floor are thinking about this.
The banging got louder as you came to a stop in front of it, “ Go away, E’. Not in the mood for anything or anyone right now.” Eren placed his hand on the door while leaning his forehead against it. “ Come on, yn. Let me in. Look, I know you’re not in the mood right now but please can we just maybe sit in silence on the inside? I need to know if you’re okay.”
You huffed, “ You’re hearing me fine as of right now, E’, so I don’t understand why you need to know if I’m okay. I’m good.” You paused because you knew you were lying to him and yourself. “ Yeah I’m good, so please just go to your room and leave me be.”
“ Y/n, Listen I know everyone has days like this, so it’s up to their friend to make their days better. Please let me in?”, Eren says, jiggling the doorknob. “ Please, I wanna be close to you.” You hesitantly opened the door revealing Eren with his sleeve tattoos showing and his hair down in a middle part, some hair tucked behind his ear showing his beautiful jade eyes clearly.
Eren took in your look and wanted to hug you until he couldn't. Your cover covered most of your body but your hair was out of its bonnet, which was a huge no-no in his mind because you always wore a bonnet whenever you were comfy in your dorm room. So that’s how he knows you’re not okay.
You moved to the side and he came in sitting on your desk chair— spinning the chair to face your bed, “ Whenever you’re ready, you can talk. I’m listening while writing something down. We’re getting you out of this room whether you like it or not.” You couldn’t even argue because you were mentally drained. School fucking sucks the fun out of the college expeirence but no one talks about it. 
Moving to the bed to plop down on your stomach felt so good, you just wanted to lay down all day and here he comes, demanding to take you out of it. Oh, how you wanted to curse him for life for disturbing your saddening peace.
30 seconds passed and all you could hear was Eren messing with your school materials bucket and your desk drawer— searching for index cards, “ Yes, finally found them.” He was mildly whispering and it was a little funny to you because he was never good at whispering even in your high school years.
The clock was turning and the sound of his writing was beauty to your ear drums. He was basically doing an asmr for you and you were almost falling asleep but the squeak of your desk chair pulled you out of you dozing off, making you roll your eyes.
After 30 minutes or so, you stopped hearing Eren writing and rocking back and forth in your chair. You could practically feel his jade green eyes digging into the back of your head as his breathing got more heavier. So, you decided to talk because the silence and the feeling of being stared at killed you, “ School.” Eren leaned forward with his elbows on his knees trying to hear you better. “ What about school? What’s going on?”
You sighed before turning over to face the ceiling with your arms around your comfort stuffie Armin brought you as a birthday gift. “ School has been so exhausting and I’m ready to quit, E’.” Eren moved his chair closer to the bed as you continued speaking, “ the work. The money. The food expenses. Everything. Yesterday I had to turn in a thirteen page essay about the 1916 project, then on top of that I have to battle with chem 101 work. Those fucking atomic theories and all that other annoying ass shit. The school lunch is horrible, don’t know how hard it is for a fucking college that we pay for to have a decent meal. I’m just  … just so overwhelmed with everything.”
His heart felt heavy for you because he felt like this once too, he felt like it was the end of the world and there was no one who could pull him off the dark stairs he was walking down until you and his other friends opened the other door he didn’t even see when he was walking down blindly through the darkness. So he made it his duty and honor to do the same for everyone else, especially you. 
“ E, I’m this close to dropping out and it’s sickening because my mother and father put everything into these past two years of college—I’m halfway there. Idkk… I just want to take a break for a little while.”, You say, finishing your little rant to him with a few silent tears down your beautiful eyes. 
Eren learned to kiss your salty tears away, causing you to be taken by surprise. “ Can we do something really quick, I can’t say anything that can ease your mind so I’ll just let my actions keep your mind from walking through the darkness and overload that college has to offer right now for you.” He moved over to your desk in the computer-like chair to collect the index cards. “ I know you’ve seen this so many times so why not make it reality for you. Pick one.”
He held out two cars facing him with sticky notes blocking the view from behind to stop you from cheating while you picked the cards. Sniffling, you took the card on the right as he smiled at you knowing you’re gonna love it.
You turned the card over and cracked a hurt smile at the words on the card, “ 100 dollars?! Really, ren’.” He laughed with his head thrown back and his hair crowding his face, hiding his beautiful smile, “ Princess, you know that’s not the end of this and besides, even if you hate that it’s coming out of my pockets, I don’t care. You deserve it for existing.”
You couldn’t help but to smile behind your plushie you now held to block your face, “ You’re so irritating.” Eren smirked— running his fingers through his long, pretty healthy hair. Afterwards, he held up two new cards with a pink and blue sticky note on the back of them, “ Go on, baby. Pick one.”
Sitting up at the edge of the bed and in between his legs— almost, you picked the left card with the pink sticky note on the back. Turning it over, you gasped at the result, “ Starbucks, haven’t had that in forever.” You smiled sitting the card down. “ What does the other one say?” Eren grinned whilst flipping the card over to show you the writing, “ It was the bookstore shop, I know how much you love reading books so I wanted to take you.” He shoved the other cards into his black jacket pocket— standing up to walk to your closet. You were honestly glad you were this comfortable and secure with him, plus you didn’t have a Roommate so that’s maybe why you’re really at ease. 
Eren brought out several clothes, tripping over your shoes spread out all over your floor when walking towards your bed. Throwing the clothes on the bed with the shoes he pulled from under your bed positioned below the outfit, “ Put these on, we’re gonna take your mind off this shit hole we're in, hope you’re ready. See you in 20 or maybe 30 depending on your time freshening up of course.
You watched him walk out the door, texting on his phone prior to laying back on the bed, kicking your feet and giggling in excitement. You needed this and you were gonna get it. Today is all about you, not school, not work. You.
After some time of cleaning yourself up, you managed to make it out to Eren’s car, hopping in. You two didn’t really talk in the car since you were still a little down from being dragged out here but grateful—nevertheless. He’s been trying to get you to talk but you only said about two or three words a sentence. Luckily it didn’t take that much time for you two to arrive at Starbucks.
You were about to open the door but he smacked your hand, giving you a pointed look. “ You know we don’t do that.” You had a little smile as he got out to walk to your side, opening the door with his beautiful smile on display, “ Your hand, mi lady.” Your smile widened a little when he kissed your hand as he grabbed it to help you into the car. He’s always been such a gentlemen with you and you loved it. 
Eren interwined his hands with yours— walking into the Starbucks which was luckily almost empty. People were just sitting down and talking with their drink and little cake pops.
“ I either get my favorite or something elsee… You know I always have a hard time deciding what to get, there are too many good ones. What’s your favorite, E’?”, you say while looking at the menu, squinting a little. Eren was paying attention to you the entire time you were talking and you didn’t even notice. Do you ever? The answer is no. 
Eren's eyes widened when he noticed you tilting your head whilst looking at him in confusion, “ What’s wrong, ren’? I asked you a question and you zoned out.” Eren cleared his throat prior to taking his eyes off you. “ Oh, my bad, babe. I like the salted caramel mocha with dark caramel foam, the foam adds so much to the drink. It’s really good.”
You hummed, turning back to the menu. Luckily a lightbulb came to your head— “ wait, I think I wanted to try one on my phone. Hold on.” You went to your photos and searched Starbucks in the search bar to find different varieties of drink mixes you wanted to try. You scrolled while Eren ordered his drink for Floch to take, he happens to be the cashier right now. Eren noticed the little looks floch snuck in as he was talking to him. He knew floch had a little crush on you ever since last year, so he gently put his hand behind your lower back, caressing it in the act of you're still searching in your phone. 
Jealousy was a beautiful and ugly thing, right now it was beautiful on Eren. His jade green eyes were narrowed as he still spoke to floch with a now hard but mellow tone. Floch for sure took notice and almost smirked a little bit at how foolish he was acting, in his opinion. He thought you were always so sweet and pretty so why wouldn’t he fall for you at the same time as Eren trying to court you.
“ Okay, I got my order ready, floch? Wow I didn’t know you worked here. Nice to see you as well, but may I please get the - your choice- please?”, you asked as you told him the right ingredients for the drink you choose— afterwards. Floch loved hearing you speak to him so he was rushing to complete your drink even after you told him to take his time. 
You turned to eren smiling, “ May I taste it? Here I’m gonna get another str-” eren held out his drink with a look that’s telling you he doesn’t care if it’s the same straw. You reluctantly took his drink and wrapped your two- toned pretty lips around the top drinking from it. It tasted so good in your mouth, you had to get this flavor again. 
Eren was watching you with a dry mouth the entire time. He was such a fanboy for you and you weren’t even a superstar but to him, you were his superstar. God, did he sound so corny in his mind. He can’t help it around you. This was the best step, I mean you always shared chips or other snacks whereas when you two shared beverages you always did a waterfall or grabbed the nearest cup— rinsing it out. 
Floch called your name as he flashed a smile at you to which you became very shy since the way he was staring at you was unusual. Floch was sometimes a cool guy in the past, you didn’t really talk to him to say the same now. 
You grabbed your drink from Floch after giving Eren his back, “ Thank you, Floch. See you around.” Floch was smiling into space because when you grabbed your drink his hand touched your hand creating butterflies in his stomach. He couldn’t wait to ask you out, hopefully he will do it before Eren. That’s why he gave you a little surprise with your drink.
“ Can I taste yours? It looks too good to not ask, sorry.”, Eren says as he eyed your drink with a cute scrunched up face. He didn’t even know his face was scrunched up because he was too busy mad at what he’s seeing on your drink. You let out a small laugh, handing him your drink, oblivious to the small number on the receipt, placed on the Starbucks cup.
Eren held the door open with his back as each drink was held in each hand. You two walked out as Eren took a sip from your drink almost walking back to get his own from the way your drink tasted. He hurried and snatched the receipt off, ripping off the part where his number was displayed when you were looking around, always being aware of your surroundings. Eren turned to you and held out your drink with a little smirk displayed on his face. You raised your eyebrow, “ What did you do?”
He shrugged, “ Nothing, now come on, today’s not done. I’ve got a few ideas in mind.” You smiled as he opened the car door for you letting you get inside. He closed the door, walking to his side afterwards. He almost dropped his drink while getting into the car, making both of you panic because that was gonna be hard to clean up. 
Eren sat his cup down into his cup holder anterior to him fishing for the cards in his jacket pocket, he held up the next two card with a orange and yellow sticky note in the back of it this time, “ Pick one.” You thought carefully afore picking the orange card with your eyes closed. Turning it over you were confused, “ What’s the paint job? Eren are you trying to t-” 
Eren almost choked on his saliva laughing at your answer, after he got himself together he answered you, “ Not that kind of paint job, honey. It’s a place, you need to let out your frustrations and I think that’s a perfect method. Our rage room is closed for renovation right now so I was gonna have to go out of the city if you choose the yellow card. Not that I mind, get to spend more time with my girl.” 
Your ears were heating up as you heard what he said ‘ his girl’. You loved the sound of that coming out of his pretty pink lips. You wouldn’t even mind giving him a paint job. You smiled at him, “ can’t wait to see this, never heard of that before.”
You two were talking during the car ride to the paint job. Most of the topics were about your friends and family having a fun time with your close friends. You two reminisce about upsetting Armin when you volunteered to help him bake just for it to turn into a disaster with flour everywhere and some of his backings burned — cough cough Eren’s fault. 
When you two arrived the parking lot was semi-full and the place was huge and pretty on the outside, so you can just imagine the inside of it. On the outside, the paint job had a paint splat next to the name colored in light blue, the brick walls were colored light pink and the outline of the bay windows was light purple. Making this look like a doll house. 
You looked up in awe while Eren looked at you the same way you looked at the building. “ This is so beautiful, I love the colors so much.” Eren chuckled at the warm energy coming from you, taking a look at the color of the place where everyone comes to rage while his hand rested over your back trying so desperately to not trail his hands, “ let’s go, baby doll. I got a feeling you’re going to have so much fun.”
Looking at him as he held your hand in one of his hands, opening the door with his free one, “ no we’re going to have fun. This is for both of us now. You didn’t think when I was at school that I didn’t see the stress in your eyes as you gave me that tired but still pretty ass smile. You need to have fun just as much as me, ren’.” Eren looked at you with wide eyes because no one else noticed the layers of stress developing in his eyes this past week, he always kept to himsel, just like someone you knew all too well.
Eren smiled at you with a real smile this time, eyes closed and all, “ You’re right, baby. We will enjoy this. I thank you for paying attention to that, I just don’t know how to openly talk about my struggles without getting too emotional. Don’t wanna seem like a pussy in front of you now, that wouldn’t be cool at all.” You scoff loudly at him, making sure he heard it before speaking, “ Boy, please don’t ever say that shit again, I don’t like when men do that. When you’re with me, you express every emotion and feeling you have inside of you.” 
You grabbed his face pulling him close to yours just to look into his eyes, “ I’m gonna touch your face when I say this, Ren’, don’t you ever feel like you’re gonna be a pussy when you’re with me expressing yourself. It not only hurts you, it hurts me because I feel like you don’t trust me enough to show me your real emotions and feelings. I’m always here for you and I already can see that you’re here for me, you don’t gotta say it back to me because you showed me countless times. Okay? So stop that.” 
Eren almost wanted to cry because his ex and father left him scarred so to hear this from the woman he loves even after the end of the world is very endearing. Eren looked at you with love laced in his eyes, “ {reader}, I lo-” a voice interrupted Eren’s confession, causing him to roll his eyes sighing loudly afterwards. 
“ Hey, hey, ready to paint walls? That’s a double entendre by the way.”, Connie says coming down the hallway laughing and pointing at you and Eren. Eren almost smacked his head against the wall on the side of you two. For one, this lame joke and two for him not doing this outside that way Connie and everyone else wouldn’t even know that they were here. 
“ Connie, I haven’t seen you in forever, how are you and the others?”, you asked as you went in for a hug and he gladly accepted it because he missed you just like the rest of them. 
Connie pulled away and was about to answer you until you felt someone jump on your back screaming your name. Just by the faint smell of peaches, you knew it was Sasha, “ Sasha!! Oh wow, I missed you. All of you.”
You turned around with Sasha now off your back clinging to your right arm whereas eren clung to your left one. When you turned, you saw almost everyone here. Jean stepped up and smiled at you, “ We missed you too.”
Mikasa smirked at you and Eren. She shipped you two like you were a part of her favorite movie as a couple. She knew of Eren's feelings so she was happy at the little affection you two had going on, “ Don’t you ever leave us out again, {reader}. I was so concerned about why you aren’t showing up to class. We’re talking about it later.” Your close lip smile brought joy to everyone because they could see the shimmer of light slowly coming back into your eyes as you heard their voices. 
Armin laughed, placing a hand on your shoulder whilst he was in front of you, “ Yeah, as I told you before, happiness is not about whether you can get a job or finish getting your degree, it’s about you. Happiness is about listening to yourself whether it’s your mind, body, or soul. Please take care of yourself, {reader}. You don’t deserve to suffer alone, we’re all gonna suffer with you just to pick you back up.”
You so badly wanted to cry because your heart was releasing the toxic gas of stubbornness and unhappiness as you looked around at your friends. Just seeing Annie, Pieck, Reiner, Bert., and of course you main 5 was so important to you. You needed this, to be around friends. No, family. 
You all walked up to the counter with Eren asking the lady about his reservations he made. Your brain finally started turning again and the thoughts made you gasp— smiling as you looked over at Eren, “ E’, did you plan this ahead of time.”
As everyone else was putting on their goggles, shower caps, and coveralls, he spoke to you, “ Actually I didn’t, I told them that you needed a get away and that I’m planning on taking you to either the rage room or paint splatter rooms. They did a coin toss— heads being the rage room, tails being the paint splatter room. Keep in mind that they did this coin toss with no acknowledgment that you picked one already. They would’ve been pissed if it landed on heads. Would’ve been hilarious to me though.”
You laughed at the thought of them going to the rage room instead and being very angry when you two didn’t show up, “ Yeah, that would’ve been video worthy too.” You changed into the attire you had to wear due to not wanting to get paint in your hair or clothes. 
Afterwards, you all headed to the plain white room that was available for you all. You all were playing with the equipment you all had on while walking and skipping through the hallway. You knew this was going to be an unforgettable experience, sharing it with your family and the man you were in love with.
You all stood there in silence not knowing how to throw the first paint splatter until you felt some on your coveralls. You looked down at yourself covered in yellow paint preliminary to looking back up and seeing a dazzling smile with an eyebrow cocked up as in issuing a challenge to you, “ Eren, I’m gonna kill you. We’re supposed to be painting the walls.”, as you put emphasis on the wall you hurried over and grabbed the red paint brush splatting eren with paint. “ Now what?”
Mikasa was minding her own business with Armin as they painted the wall while laughing with each other while Connie was running from Jean who picked up an entire can of pink paint, “ Come on, Connie. You don’t like pink, I heard you watched my little pony with your sisters last night. Why not have their own pinky pir in the flesh.” Sasha was laughing at them until Pieck splashed her with blue paint. Sasha stopped laughing as her eyes twitched in giddiness and excitement, she was going to devour Pieck for getting her first, “ You are so on, Pieck. Ymir you’re next and after that is Reiner.” 
Ymir was on alert until she got an entire paint can dumped on her head by Porco and Annie causing her to scream in horror at her body being covered in orange paint. You didn’t want to laugh but couldn’t help it when she yelled her girlfriend's name in hopes of rescuing her, and Historia was already there with black paint splattering all over Porco and Annie. Reiner and Bert. were enjoying themselves until you and Eren splashed them with two different purples: violet and lavender. Half of the room and people were covered in paint while the other half wasn’t due to different arts being displayed on the wall. 
This was what fun is. You were having so much fun with your family and this is where you belong. You felt safe, welcomed, and loved whenever you were with these people. Nothing but laughs, screams, horse playing, and you and eren rolling around in paint while trying to get one another was heard throughout the room. You felt so much has shifted just from these last few hours and you were right because now you and eren were saying bye to everyone after spending two hours in the splatter room. 
You waved to your friends out the window, smiling your usual smile without you, yourself, noticing that your actual smile was back, yet they did. They noticed and couldn’t help but to wave back, “ See you all and thank you all for being with me today, I really appreciated this so much, love you all and goodnight.”
Mikasa made a little phone gesture to remind you to call her after today with Eren as he pulled off with his hand placed on your thigh. He was already driving with one hand and looked so damn good while doing it. The tattoos that painted his arms were so intriguing to you. One arm was a full sleeve with faces of his mother and flowers surrounding her trailing all the way down to his wrist. The other one was a half sleeve filled with meanful drawings and a spider tattoo on the inside of his forearm. His hair was still down with a swoop of hair behind his ear, blunt behind his ear to hold it in place.
 He was cruising to calling on you by Jon b with the stars above you on the car roof and in the sky. You had an amazing time today, but would this be considered a dat-. Eren chuckled, “ not yet, this is the pre- first date, princess. Did you have fun today?” Yes, you were mumbling to yourself. 
You covered your mouth, yawning into your hand. “ Yeah I had so much fun today, I literally forgot about college until I realized we’re driving back to my dorm. I was also thinking about what you were gonna say earlier today in the back of my mind, do you mind repeating it?” Eren looked over at you— suddenly whipping the car into a parking space in the Saint Smith avenue park lot with the abandoned cvs on the street of Paradise. 
The roar of his engine died down as he cut off his car, looking over at you, “ I was going to say I love you, {reader}. There’s not a day in life where I can not stop thinking about you. Every time you came into that class, I wondered what perfume you were going to wear, what clothes you were going to wear, what hairstyle you were going to do, your natural hair or the other hairstyles you wore. I also wondered about what lip gloss you’ll bring, seeing you clearly have a preference for { your favorite lipgloss/lip balm/ carmex} instead. I paid attention to what pen or pencil you would write with, don’t even get me started on most things I’ve been noticing about you ever since I met you in 8th grade. I fucking love you and could not imagine my life with { reader’s first and last name}. I tried that shit for three days and did not like it at all.”
You were in awe at his confession and was about to say your own, but he spoke again, “ Can I kiss you?” You nodded your head in a meek manner to his question, “ Yes, you can, Ren’.” He smiled as he pulled you into a slow kiss with his hand on the side of your cheek. His lips felt like warm marshmallows on your own soft { favorite lip material }. He loved the taste of the flavor you had on your pretty plump lips. Your apple cheeks may be his second favorite feature on your body. Your stomach was his second after your eyes. Eyes were so important to Eren, he couldn’t explain it but whenever he looked into yours, he escaped to another place where he’s free of everything but you. That was a perfect world to him.
Your tongues moved against each other like two bodies covered in honey. You savored the taste of eren in your mouth as your tongues swirled with one another. You felt like you were about to suffocate from the lightness your head was feeling right now. The kiss was beautiful to you as you both took your time exploring each other's mouths. You heard his seat belt unbuckle prior to getting a tap on your thigh after he broke the kiss with your saliva disconnecting with the kiss, “ Get in the back, I wanna eat your pussy baby, I can’t take it and need to taste you. And you’re gonna taste how you look, I already know that, that’s for sure. But before that, may I eat your pussy, my pretty butterfly?”
Your pussy got wet just off the deep tone of his voice alone and the words he was using was the icing on the cake, so you spoke in a low voice, “ Yes, E’. Please eat my pussy, I need your tongue inside of me so bad right now.” Eren smiled as you finished your statement, “ Good, hope you’re ready baby, now go.”
You took off your seat belt before slowly climbing to the back trying not to knock over or break anything. You laid down as soon as your body sat down on his back seats— sliding down/ taking off whatever bottom wear you had on, leaving yourself in your panties. 
Eren eyes were trailing from your head and down to your thighs and pretty chubby feet. He was so in love with you and your chubby body. He always had a thing for you and he was about to show you right now. 
Eren paused his movement, reaching in his middle compartment grabbing a packet out of there. He turned away from you while you stared at him in wonder of what he’s doing. After a minute or so, he turned around with a devilish smile on his face, “ Ready?” You nodded at him and watched as he opened his door just to come to the backseat of the car where your feet were at. 
When he opened it, the breeze dancing along your pussy was wonderful. He told you to sit up against the door of the car and you did just that. All the while, he was watching your every move like a mantis watching its prey, Eren stuck out his tongue— tapping his index and middle finger on his stud tongue ring he got three months ago. 
Laying on his stomach with his face in between your legs;  Eren kissed your inner thighs with tender touches to them, he was whispering to himself— “ God, you’re so damn beautiful. I wanna stay down here forever.” Your big thighs were crowding around his head as you peered down at him in lust, “ Come on, E’. Stop teasing please.”
Eren placed two more wet kisses to your upper inner thighs— laying his head on your right thigh afterwards during which he lays his eyes upon you with a low gaze and small smirk tracing along his lips, “ don’t be impatient baby, a man gotta admire and appreciate a special piece of art in front of him right now. This is a special edition because I get to touch this, like this. Eren proceeds to place both arms under and around your thighs bringing his entire face to your wet, soaked pussy leaking through your panties.  He breathed in your scent and almost moaned at the thought of him tasting and fucking into this glorious pussy.
He kept eye contact with you as he placed three big smooches on the outline of your fat pussy against the fabric of your soaked panties. He smiled at your body shuddering underneath his arms whilst looking around to see if anyone is looking at him and you in the back of his white BMW X5 truck. You could almost taste the smell of this new car and you hate that this is about your second time riding in this since he never brought it out until now and the other time he picked you up to go get food. 
You didn’t know what it was but when he placed his thumbs underneath your fupa lifting it a bit with his hand prior to lifting his head up higher to bite the band of your panties to pull them down— his pretty white teeth showing perfectly— you caught butterflies in your stomach, clit twitching in anticipation at this action. He slipped them off and put them into his front seat back pockets. He was gonna try to have a collection of your panties in his car and dorm. When summertime comes, he’ll keep some in his house. That’s how much he plans on fucking you. 
Meanwhile, You couldn’t even think right now when he was just staring at your pussy on full display in front of him. It was like he was trying to take a photographic memory in his mind and keep it there. With Eren, it wouldn’t be so much of a surprise if he did. He stuck out his long, hot tongue licking the opening of your inner labia. You whimpered at the feeling of his warm tongue in your pussy and when he heard that he had no choice but to keep flicking his tongue up and down your pussy in complete desperation. His moans were audible as he flicked his tongue— making little mmm noises as he licked around your pussy. The feeling of his tongue tracing your pussy lips were astonishing, he was admiring you even with his tongue.
You grippped his hair, pushing it to the side to really see his face, “ Ahh fuck, Eren. Make this pussy cum, Mmgh.” Eren put more pressure into eating you out as his tongue was now moving in circles. As he was slurping up his spit and your juices, he placed two hands on the back of your thighs—slightly lifting them up to make your pussy even more fatter and seen. Eren loved the taste of your pussy in his mouth, he pulled away to catch a breath, “ shit! Your pussy is a fucking ocean right now. Don’t cum until I say you can, okay princess?” 
You didn’t hear anything he said, especially when you felt a dripping liquid plant itself on your pussy, it was his spit and you wanted him to do it again, “ ple..please, do that again, E’.” Eren took his mouth off your pussy, slowly spitting on your pussy. You moaned at the feeling of his spit hitting your clit and at the way he looked right now, “ Fuck! you look so pretty doing that Eren, please continue.” You honestly forgot that you two were in public because this was the greasiest you ever felt, you could only imagine how his dick gonna taste and feel like.
Eren quickly went back to creating zig zag motions with his tongue. He felt your pussy opening and closing and knew he had to add his fingers in, so he did add two fingers in making you gasp with your eyes rolling to the back of your head. He watched as you bit your lips with a loud hmm moan, God!, were you perfect right now, “ You like that huh? You like when I put two fingers inside this slippery pussy, fucking hell {reader}, can’t wait until I fuck you.” Eren’s tongue moved quickly over your clit as he spoke so whatever he said was muffled a little bit but you could still pinpoint what he was saying. 
Your moans were getting louder as he twisted his hand to have his fingers twist and curl up inside you just right. Spit and pussy juice dripped down your pussy and Eren’s face was like a thirsty person spilling water on them as they were drinking it on a hot sunny day. You both were enjoying yourself at this moment that you didn’t realize your big thighs were clamped around his head at the same time as your hands gripping Eren’s hair in a tight ponytail form, he was for sure going to have a headache tomorrow. Your moans were so pretty coming out your mouth, “ Fuck, fuck, fuck, M’cummin ren’! Let me cum! Let me cumm…. Pleasee fuck~”  the word “fuck” was dragged out long because of him sucking on your clit while his hands sped up even more making wet squelch sounds as he moved in and out of you. 
Eren nodded his head at your demand, letting you tighten and untighten around his thick fingers inside of your wet cunt. He felt like he was gonna suffocate from the way you tighten your thighs around his head, but hey that’ll be a good way to go out in his book. Luckily, your legs went limp on the side of his body. One leg against the seat and the other hanging off the seat with your feet on the car floor. Your screams were loud and your body shook underneath him, cream was cummin out of your pussy and onto his fingers. Eren’s shirt at the top was covered in sweat and juice from your pussy. 
Eren watched with hooded eyes at your body calming down,” That’s it, cum for me, pretty girl. You’ve done such a good job containing yourself from cummin.” He leaned down to lick his fingers before licking around your hole opening and closing. “ Mmgh, stop before I squirt, you had enough~.”, you screamed the last part, dragging the word out as your pussy was now squirting in his face. He did it on purpose because he flicked your clit with his finger, “ Ahhh, ren’, Ren’ stop, fucking dick.” Eren laughed at your reaction as your pussy was squirting back at him in response to him flicking your clit playfully. He stopped on your command though. 
Afterwards, Eren helped slip { your bottom clothing gear of your choice} on without panties this time. He took off his shirt showing his 8 pack, chest tattoos, and full arm tattoos. His body was sculpted to the max. Meanwhile your body was tired and you couldn’t even push the bottom half of your body up when he put back on your clothes. Eren took his shirt and whipped his car seats off, throwing the shirt in the trunk afterwards. You let out a tired sigh and he chuckled at that, “ You wanna get a 30 minute rest and just stay like this.” Eren kissed your nose and your forehead, looking you in your eyes after that. 
You nodded and kissed his lips, “ I just need a pillow for my back, but I don’t think you have th- oh you do.” He grabbed the pillow from his trunk as soon as you said you didn’t think he had one, “ Let me guess, you got a cover too.” You pleaded the pillow behind your back and got comfortable, well tried to. Eren laid on your stomach with his hair covering his face,  nodding his head at your comment, “ Yeah.”
You took the black scrunchie off your right hand, tied his hair up in a high bun, placed a kiss on his forehead afterwards, “ I love you, now close the door and get some rest with me.” Eren got up again to close the door. He reclined the backseats back a little— laying back down on your stomach with his body between your legs. “ I love you too, my sweet doll. Get some rest, babe.” You yawned and dozed off to la la land after the good session you had. He was finally yours as you were his. 
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AoT men favorite places with you
description: AoT men’s favorite place to be intimate with you
pairing: Eren, Jean, Connie, Reiner, Porco, Levi, Erwin, Armin, Zeke, Bertolt // x reader
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Eren
• prefers public places, not well hidden, like fingering you under the table or having you suck him off behind the racks at restaurants and shops
• risky, likes the thrill of potentially being caught, swears the adrenaline makes you look and sound sexier
• loves sucking on your neck and leaving hickeys, bites your shoulders enough to leave a visible mark for days
• shushes you while he strokes your hair, tells you that you need to be more quiet when you swallow him whole, that you need to bite your lip when he rocks his hips
Jean
• at home, in the kitchen, while prepping for dinner or while baking desserts
• likes lifting you onto the countertop, kissing and fondling you until his preset timers are going off
• always takes his shirt off before putting the apron on, just in case he spills something on it anyway
• smacks you with a spatula or wooden spoon when you walk by, threatens to do it again when you squeal
• watches you lick the batter off your finger with dilated pupils and starts palming his erection through the apron, staring at your lips the whole time
Connie
• well if it wasn’t the arcade, it wasn’t anywhere but home
• hes winning prizes and tickets at every game, smiling and handing you the gifts to keep, smacking your ass and kissing your cheek intermittently
• sometimes asks you to blow on his hands before ski-ball or air-hockey for good luck
• reminds you of that when he asks you to blow on his cock later, behind the pac-man operator, when he’s unzipping his jeans and you’re dropping to your knees
• sometimes will push up against you from behind, pushing your hips into the game as you play, as he teaches you
Reiner
• rents cabins so you two can be conpletely alone because he loves to hear you scream, and doesn’t want a soul to hear or see you (only him)
• likes you on your hands and knees, his hand roughly pulling your hair
• situates you so both of you are facing the wide window, overlooking the natural scenery as his hips slap against yours
• smirks at you in the reflection in the window, blows kisses when you both make eye contact in it
Porco
• could always find him hanging out under the bleachers, and he greets you with open arms and a big kiss each time
• wraps his jacket around you when he takes your shirt off; puts your shirt over his backpack so it doesn’t touch the ground
• holds you so close and so tight, protects your head with his hand if you two get too close to the metal benches
• loves the rattle of the bleachers when you grab onto the metal bars or benches as he fucks into you from behind
Levi
• hates doing it in bathrooms and kitchens
• prefers taking you to expensive hotels with clean sheets and fluffy towels, usually rents a room with two large beds so you can rest and relax on spotless sheets
• cleaning up is his favorite part, lapping up your streams of fluid from your thighs like a parched dog
• loves shoving his cock down your throat when he’s about to orgasm, loves feeling and watching you swallow his cum, enjoying everything more thoroughly with the knowledge that he doesn’t have to dirty a towel
Erwin
• back of the car, like you’re both hormone-crazed teenagers who can’t keep their hands off each other
• has a huge car, so sprawling you out into any position isn’t an obstacle
• always wraps his tie around his wrist, dangling it slightly, and sometimes sharply slaps it against your ass
• plays music through the speakers every time, always drives to the ocean or the lake
• likes the visual of you beneath him, his cock pushed between your breasts
Armin
• likes to be in private, at home BUT the back room at the public library comes quite close
• works there part time, so acquiring the room was easy, and there was something about seeing you amongst unbound books that evoked something inexplicable within him
• loves when you bend over him like an open book, especially when you’re asking him to lick you out while you suck him off
• always reminds you to be quiet when he’s louder than you are
Zeke
• likes to take you to plays and musicals and theaters and operas, “to enjoy the sounds and symphonies of art,” he’d say
• his hand is crawling up your thigh before intermission, tracing the tights pattern up your skirt
• hides the playwright over your lap so those in neighboring seats can’t gawk (but he also kind of likes it when they do)
• rushes you to the bathroom during intermission, hiking up your skirt and ripping a hole in the crotch of your tights
Bertolt
• plays basketball, so meeting him in the locker room after practice is the routine
• explores different positions on the benches and in the showers with you, bending you over it or holding you up
• loves holding your butt cheeks like two globes, moaning every time he compares his hand and dick sizes to the size of your ass
• blushes when he sees you at his games because he knows what will happen later in the locker room, what you’ve both practiced for
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