Attack on Titan One Shot Kinktober
#17 Nipple play and Unprotected Sex Eren Jaeger x Fem Reader
CW: AU Eren (Tattoos, eyebrow piercing, what he looks like in my commissioned profile pic is what I’m saying he roughly looks like 🤤), jealousy, Slight Grinding, Exhibitionism, Hickeys, Nipple play, Unprotected Sex, Creampis, and aftercare.
What happens when Eren sees you talking to Reiner.
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You felt presence behind you, then a weight on your shoulder. A feeling of someone’s chin, turning your head, you were met with Eren’s unenthusiastic face. His eyes glaring at Reiner, his hands rested in his pant pockets, shoulders shrugged over to be able to place his head on you.
“Oh, Eren! Reiner was just telling me about the class I missed”
“Mm” Eren hummed his response, still uninterested in why Reiner was talking to you. He knew Reiner had a crush on you and although Eren had confessed first he knew Reiner would probably not stop having a crush.
“I’ll see you around y/n” Reiner said, waving Goodbye and walking more into the party.
“Sorry” Eren mumbled into your ear, his lips touching your neck leaving soft kisses. A soft moan slipping past your lips, your eyes widened, slapping your hand to your mouth. “E-eren ah people are going to start looking over here”. His mouth continues to sucking on your neck leaving marks all over “you're the one that’s a moaning mess. Acting all touch deprived. I bet you're already so wet for me.” Eren cooed into your ear.
His hands resting on your hips as he swayed your body onto his, your ass rubbing against his growing hard cock. A gasp leaving your lips “Eren-“ his sudden grip on your wrist and pulling you upstairs towards an empty room. Locking the door behind him, he was glad to see you were already working on getting your dress off for him and then your mating set of underwear and bra. He pouted his lip out not being able to look at your long enough in it but quickly loved the sight of your body fully bare.
“F-fuck. Look at you, it feels like the first time I’ve ever seen you like this can’t get enough of it” Eren said, his voice sounding husky and full of lust.
You walked over to him, lifting his shirt up from his stomach you touched along his abs, softly giggling at the Freedom tattoo you loved so much that he had just below his happy trail. He impatiently undressed himself the rest of the way, you started kissing along his neck biting it softly, a low groan quickly came from Eren as he worked at getting his pants off.
Grabbing his hand you led him over to the bed pulling him down with you. Your bodies entangled each other, hands exploring like you’ve never laid a finger on one another before. His lips were so soft against yours, opening your mouth slightly to allow his tongue to push through and play with yours. His hand went between your legs and began massaging your clit. Biting down on your lip to try and be quiet. Slipping his fingers between your folds and bringing them to his lips, sucking them clean. “Taste so good y/n” he cooed into your ear.
His other hand teased at your hard nipple, tweaking it between his fingers wanting to hear you moan for him. “Com’on baby, moan for me please” Eren said. His eyes hooded as he gazed at you, your cheeks already turning pink from his teasing.
He pinched your nipple harder in his fingers, bringing his lips down to the other one and licking it. His tongue flicked at the one while the other pinched and pulled, swirling it around on this thumb. Putting your head back you moaned out his name followed by begging for more. He gladly obliged, spreading your legs open he rubbed the tip of his cock already leaking pre along your folds.
Bumping your clit with it making you curse under your breath with another airy moan. “Good girl.”
He stroked at his cock watching you play with your nipples, your eyes glazed over as he kept toying with your clit. “You ready for me y/n?” He asked, his body now hovered over yours. “Yes” you said, his lips connected back with yours pecking them over and over again till he went back to his position. Lifting your legs over his shoulders he aligned the tip of his dick with your cunt inching it in slowly to allow your body to adjust.
“S-shit y/n your so tight fuck” Eren moaned, biting his lip. You did the same instead you moaned out his repeatedly till he bottomed out in you. His cock stretching you out feeling like he had split you in two. He started at a slow pace before picking up speed and force.
Each thrust going deeper and deeper hitting your g spot making your cunt squeeze around him. Pieces of his hair started to come undone from his sloppy bun he always wore. You tried to reach up and push it away so you could see his face, he got the hint and leaned down pushing your legs closer to your chest making you scream “a-ah f-fuck Eren” your eyes rolling back into your head from the pleasure.
Opening your eyes you were met with his Handsome face, his hair hung down framing his face as sweat started to form around his hairline. “That’s more like it, baby. Ganna make you cum” he breathed out, gritting his teeth as he jackhammered into you faster. You wrapped your arms over his neck before clawing at his back while you came around his cock.
Your walls clenching around him as he continued to fuck himself into you. Your clit becoming extremely sensitive, you whined at the feeling. “Y/n fuck ganna cum.”
“I-inside” you panted.
“Inside? Y-yeah I’ve always wanted to know how it would feel filling you up with my cum” He said, his breathing quickened, he thrusts going sloppy as he bottomed out inside one more time. Hot ropes filling you up with some seeping out with his short thrusts to ride out his high.
Pulling out he stared at your cunt, his cum confined to seep out of you. “That looks so hot. You wanna see?” He asked, his eyes blown out from lust. You nodded your head, he quickly grabbed his phone, turning the flash one to start recording. His free hand going to your cunt, two fingers rubbed down collecting his cum and shoving it back inside. You watched him bite at his lip, his cock getting hard again just by the sight “don’t wanna waste any” he said. The flash cut off and he handed you the phone, your cheeks blushed watching it back a few times.
You were too distracted by it to notice Eren was off the bed and staring at you. “Com’on let’s get you into a shower” Eren said. He bit the inside of his cheek when he saw how fucked out you were. Helping you up he walked you to the connected bathroom and started up the shower.
Once inside he held you close to his body so you wouldn’t lose balance. Helping you wash your body although you could do it yourself you enjoyed his hands on you.
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me: i watch attack on titan for the plot
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AoT Boys - Preferences
This is something... I have nothing else to say about it lol
Also it may be a bit all over the place idk
Fandom: Attack on Titan
Characters: Reiner Braun, Armin Arlert, Eren Yeager & Jean Kirstein
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, Fem! Bodied Reader, Mentions of sex, Swearing, lot of boob, ass, & thigh talk, also switches b/w saying s/o and you I'm a mess :)
Enjoy ~
Reiner
Reiner is a simple man that loves dem tiddies!
Big or little doesn't matter
Man has giant hands and if it fits it ships
“You fit so perfectly in my hands.”
Loves to lay on your chest - #LittleSpoonReiner
When he had a particularly rough day all he wants to do is nizzle into your chest and breathe in your scent
Likes to massage them over your clothes when y’all make out
Can’t keep his mouth off of them, licking and biting them as he also plays with your nipples
He may give them a few smacks here and there if that's the mood 😉
Honestly would so happy to just play with your chest and nothing else, especially if you really like it
Likes when his s/o rides him - not only cuz it gives them more control of the pacing but also bc he gets a full view of their breasts
If you want to make this man nearly combust send him a saucy pic while he’s out/at work and can’t get to you
Man is weak for some lacy lingerie - really likes pastels and white (to him if makes it almost feel naughtier cuz of how sweet it looks)
“I was thinking of wearing this to our date tonight, do you like it? 😇” - w/ a mirror pic of you in a matching lacy set, wearing one of his large button up shirts and make sure you put your hand on your cheek sweetly, pressing your breasts together
He would call you so fast!
“Sweetheart, I am at work! Please-”
“And change of plans, instead of going out Imma need you to be on that bed when I get home tonight because we will not be leaving that room till you’re completely fucked out.”
Really likes clothed sex - why would he just rip of that pretty lingerie you put on for him when he can continue to enjoy it on your beautiful body while he rails you?!
He just overall enjoys seeing and feeling your chest and bonus points for it also feeling good for you though he doesn’t really touch them w/o your permission/ when y’all are getting it on
However, in his sleep his hand can become a bit of a wanderer
So he is a perv but not so outwardly so
Really likes lacy or mesh shirts where can see your bra/bralette - though sometimes it can make him feel some type of way
“Beautiful, I always love what you wear but you gotta stop doing this to me, my heart can’t take it.”
Man just melts for you! ok?!
Armin
Armin is a Thigh Man! and I will die on this hill!!!
He loves to hold and squeeze them - in both sexual & non-sexual situations
Laying on them is prime time for him, he may even leave a few sleepy kisses behind before falling asleep on them
Also Thigh fucking is his jam!! And you can’t convince me otherwise
Not only does he love the feeling of your thighs jerking him off but also it’s about that teasing he loves to give his s/o
May even taunt them about it
“You like feeling my cock slide between your thighs?”
“My Angel wishes they had my cock inside them, huh.”
He also just generally loves kissing, licking and biting your thighs, he likes to take his time especially when he is about to go down on you
He likes to have his hand on his s/o’s thigh while sitting next to them, whether at home or out for lunch with friends - not necessarily in a sexual way well… unless you want him to 😉
Want to make him excited? Wear some thigh high stockings
If you are wearing a skirt and at some point in the day you lift the hem to show the garter strap holding up your stocking he’ll let out a little low hum of approval and needs to get his hands on you soon
That also goes for if you want to send him a little pic in the day to show you miss him just a little
“Thinking of you bb 🥰” - w/ a picture of your skirt raised or just in a pair of cute panties while sat on your knees with your thighs pressed together would do the trick
He would blush a little at the initial shock -especially if around others- but would be quick to excuse himself before responding
“You’re so beautiful, when I get home I’m gonna spread those pretty thighs open and have you screaming for me.”
Boy really likes not only shear tights but also fishnets
Whether you wear them under a skirt/dress or under distressed jeans and it peeks through holes and over the top he’s in for it
Has 10000% had sex with a pair of fishnets on - the ones with the extra large holes that he can fit his dick through - yes ma’am
Also just plain old ripping them open so make sure you don’t spend a lot of money of your tights cuz they might not last too long oop
Eren
Also a Boobie Man!
Whether he is just chillin on the couch watching t.v. with his s/o or making out and getting down to business, his hand somehow always finds its way to a boob
He will just put his arm around your shoulder and snake his hand down the collar of your shirt and just cup it - maybe will begin to give a few squeezes here and there mf treating it like a stress ball smh
Will motor boat you - he doesn’t care if there isn't much to your chest either cuz he will go for it anyway
If he is having sex in missionary best believe both his palms would be kneaded his s/o’s breasts
Or if from behind he will lean over and wrap his arm around their front to hold them
But lets need not forget the tiddie bounce when his s/o rides him
So many choices baby boy doesn’t know which one he likes best 🤔
Loves some tiddie-fucking
And cumming on dem boobies as well
“You look so good with my cum drippin down your tits.”
This bitch will be at work and ask for nudes smh
Of course he wants boobie pics - loves when you are topless and holding your breasts with your hands or simply just your cleavage down your shirt
“You’re always so good to me Babygirl. I’ll see you when I get home 😉”
Likes when you wear revealing tops
Of course he’ll about throw hands if someone's gaze stays a bit too long but he is proud of his baby and knows they are beautiful
Eren, unlike Reiner, is more outwardly pervy
Always encourages you not to wear a bra
“Your nipples are so cute, why wouldn’t you want to show them.”
Also you know he aint afraid to stare and when you catch him he’ll just give you a wink and a cocky smirk
Jean
Bonafide Booty Man!
Like Reiner, the size doesn’t matter!
Big or little - if he can grab he can vibe with it
This boy always has his hand on the butt any chance he gets
Cuddle Time? His hand will rubb and hold the booty
When y’all are making out? You best believe he’ll pull you real close and squeeze your ass
So safe to say that taking his s/o from behind is great booty access
Also reverse Cowgirl is a nice view as well
“Fuck, I love seeing your ass bounce on my cock.”
Loves to squeeze, jiggle and spank your butt
Also kissing and biting the cheeks are a yes in his book
Likes to bend over his s/o and go down on them from behind, having is tongue covered in their taste as his hands grope and smack their ass - sign him up
Likes days in at home with you, especially if you opt out of wearing pants - Pants are always optional in his household 😉
If he sees cheeks he’s a happy man
Expect to get little booty love taps &/or pinches while around him - mostly when it’s just you two at home
If you want to fluster him a bit give his ass a little smack/squeeze of your own
Likes when you send him pics but when he’s at work? He’ll have to breathe for a minute and leave the room if others are around
“Baby, should I get these?” - w/ a pic in a dressing room wearing a silky “pajama” short set that leaves little to the imagination; booty on full display of course
“Yes! 😍😍😍”
“My sweet girl, I want to see you in that when I get home.”
Big fan of leggings and high waisted pants on his s/o - all about extenuating that booty
Just tight pants in general tbh
If you ever come out in a little number and the booty is poppin he’ll grab your hand and make you do a little spin for him to get a full 360 view
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hello! i really enjoy ur content and i read that ur requests are open, so is it okay if i can request something where levi and the reader had an argument, and the rest of the scouts are very aware of it because of the very cold and scary aura coming from them, and so the squad tries various ways to set them up so they can make up with another? thank you!!😁
a/n: ahh first of all thank you! second off, i love this idea omg 🙏 also the reader is another captain!!
levi x reader
“don’t die on me.”
cw: swearing, one kiss scene, mentions of death (barely)
The scouts immediately knew something was wrong when you entered the dining area. It was like there was a dark aura floating around your body that caused everyone within a 4 foot vicinity of you to scatter away like startled birds. Your eyebrows were furrowed and your back was hunched. You stalked into the room and sank down beside Hange who seemed rather unfazed by your cold attitude.
“Oi. Y/N. What’s up with the murderous look in your eye? I think you made the scouts shit themselves.” They chuckled, biting into their bread and looking at you with a hint of amusement twinkling in their eyes.
You lip twitched downward as you scoffed, “Ask shorty.”
Hange made a noise of surprise that you ignored, turning back to your food. You were not in the mood to be pestered. Picking at your food with distain, you tuned out the rest of the room. Due to this, you missed the short raven-haired man walking into the room with the same cold presence that you were amitting. You felt his eyes burning holes into your head but refused to look up, you didn’t wanna give that bastard the time of day.
Levi scoffed when you ignored him, grabbing his plate and settling down at the opposite end of your table. Hange nearly rolled their eyes at the pettiness the two of you were displaying.
Clearing their throat, the titan enthusiast spoke up, “Trouble in paradise?”
“Shut up.” You both countered in sync, still refusing to acknowledge eachother.
The two of you were too stubborn to admit that you were wrong. Maybe neither of you were in the wrong but after the shouting match that took place last night, you didn’t feel like immediately making amends. You had tried to express to Levi how scared you were that he was going to die on one of these missions, however your tone was quite harsh and Levi misread it. He took it as you not having faith in his abilities which was a punch to the gut for the stubborn Captain. He in return, argued that you were running the same risk on missions and since you weren’t nearly as strong as him, you had an even higher risk of getting hurt. Frustrated that he insulted your abilities and didn’t see your point, you stormed out of his office, slamming the door behind you.
The two of you hadn’t spoken since the blowup last night and it was now mid-afternoon the next day. You were in charge of training the scouts this afternoon and due to the anger boiling up inside of you, you put them through a particularly rigorous training course. All of them were clutching their sides and panting heavily when you finally dismissed them.
“Is it just me or does Captain Y/N seem a little harsh today?” Connie spoke up as he downed a glass of water.
“Yeah, that training course kicked my ass. I think they had a fight with Levi, I heard some of the soldiers talking about it.” Jean replied.
Sasha was quiet for a minute before she finally spoke up, “I have an idea!” She exclaimed with a mischievous glint in her eye.
“That’s not good.” Armin commented quietly.
Later that night, Sasha had cornered you and told you there was scary noises coming from a broom closet and had asked for help checking it out. You reluctantly agreed, only because it was getting late and you wanted to get to bed. The two of you went to the closet, footsteps echoing across the quiet halls.
Entering the small room, you spoke, “Hmm. Sasha there’s nothing in here, are you sure-.” You got cut off due to the door being slammed in your face and locked shut.
Jiggling the handle aggressively, you yelled, “Sasha Braus I swear to god, if you don’t let me out of here it’s no bread for a week!”
Sasha gulped but stayed strong, hoping Armin was on his way with Levi. Ten minutes later, Armin showed up... without Levi. Sasha’s eyes nearly popped out of her head, “Armin, where the hell is Levi?!”
Armin scratched the back of his neck, “He wouldn’t come. Said I should ‘get some balls and go look at the noise by myself’.”
Sasha sheepishly opened the door to a very angry Captain, crying as you yelled and told her she wasn’t getting bread for a week. You’d almost felt bad if it weren’t for the fact that several spiders decided to crawl up your leg while you were trapped inside the miserable closest.
The next day, you were in an even worse mood because of the broom closet accident. So, the scouts went back to planning the reunion of their two grumpy captains.
The new plan consisted of getting the two of you within ten feet of each other, which proved difficult. Eren and Jean would both ask for combat training from the two of you and hoped that maybe being close to each other would spark a conversation between you two.
However, the plan backfired when seeing eachother made the two of you even angrier so you both fought the boys aggressively which resulted in Jean and Eren laying on their asses as the two of you stalked off in seperate directions.
You were quite grumpy at this point, snapping at the smallest things and taking things out on the wrong people. You knew it was wrong but you couldn’t help it; it felt like everyone was trying to piss you off.
By now, Hange had grown tired of you and Levi’s negative energy and the beat-up scouts. So finally, they decided to step in.
They found you in your office working on paperwork and quickly grabbed your hand, rudely dragging you away from your work.
“What the hell Hange!” You exclaimed, trying to turn back to your work but Hange had a suprisingly strong grip.
“Sorry! But I need to show you this thing I’ve been working on. It’s urgent!” They explained as they pulled you through the halls. They stopped in front of a random room, opening the door and shoving you in.
“Oi, four eyes, where is the ‘urgent thing’ you needed to show me?” You gasped as you realized Levi was in the room that Hange had just thrown you into.
Levi’s eyes widened when he noticed you in the room and he started shaking his head, “Don’t you dare Hange-.”
SLAM.
Hange locked the door, leaving the two of you sitting alone in your tension. The silence was heavy as you avoided eye contact, plotting the many ways you could get back at the scientist for this later. You were so caught up in your own thoughts you didn’t even realize Levi was staring at you till he spoke up.
“Do you ever plan to let us talk this out or are you just gonna be an angry brat for the rest of your life?” His tone was cold.
Your eyes snapped up to meet his grey ones, searching them for any emotion but you were met with nothing, his walls were up. “What is there to talk about? You made it clear how you feel.”
“How I feel?” He questioned.
“That I’m not strong enough for you. Maybe I’m not humanity’s strongest but I’m talented and that deserves to be recognized. I’m not gonna let you shit on my talent just because I hurt your ego. Which by the way, I don’t even know why you thought I was attacking your skills. I just want you to be safe and I don’t know why you can’t just- MHPM.” Your rant was cut off midway by the feeling of warm lips against yours.
You froze for a moment before returning the kiss, running your hands up into his hair and opening your mouth to deepen the kiss. Levi’s hands snaked around you waist, pulling you tight against his chest. This continued for a few more seconds before you pulled away, cheeks flushed and lips swollen.
Levi spoke up, “I know you’re a talented soldier, it’s something I really respect about you. I shouldn’t have phrased it the way I did, I just... I don’t want to lose you. So, I want you to be the best because then, my chances of loosing you are less.” You looked at him in shock.
His grey eyes showed love and ... fear. The fear of loosing you like he’d lost so many. Your chest tightened at the sight. Tears pricked in your eyes as you pulled him into another hug.
“You don’t have to worry about me, okay? I’m gonna fight with everything I got to make sure I come home to you. You just make sure you do the same, don’t go dying on me.” Your speech was slightly muffled by his shirt but he nodded nonetheless.
“Yay! The lovebirds finally made up! Good! I was worried you were gonna kill the scouts.” Hange laughed from the other side of the now opened door.
a/n: this ain’t the greatest but i wrote it at midnight so yk 😐👋
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Red Wine | What Turns a Man On
18+ SMUT
pairing(s): levi ackermann x f!reader
content: 69′ing with captain levi
a/n: sorry for any grammar errors! -scar <3
You held your fancy wine glass in an elegant manner; bringing it up to your lips. However, that classy facade fell short when you downed the entire glass as if it were water. The point of tonight was to mingle with Marleyan soldiers that were betraying their own country in favor of Eldian freedom.
In your head, tonight was a competition to see who could get drunk the fastest. And you were in the lead by a major feat.
“Seriously, Y/n?”, Connie questions. You glare at him.
“What?”
His judgmental gaze turns into a dramatic pout, “Without me?!”
Soon; you, Connie, and Sasha were drunk. Your booming voices and annoying laughter caught the attention of everyone in the room. “Ah..who let the idiots have wine?”, Levi groans to Hange.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen Y/n this happy.”
You were lively. Mingling with everybody. You even got Jean and Eren into the mix. They became competitive with each other, and drank until Jean's face was on the table. “HA! Y/n, look! I won~”, Eren smiles at you.
You were the most fun anybody has had in ages.
It went too far, though, when you accidentally spilt red wine on Zeke’s white suit. “What the fuck?!”, he gasps. You look at the spreading stain on his pants with wide eyes. “I..I am so sorry!”
Zeke realizes it was you and softens. In a quick motion, you grab a napkin off a dinner table, dunk it in a glass of water, and attempt to wipe out the stain on his pants.
Zeke can’t help but just watch as you mindlessly rubbed away at his crotch.
You knew a few things..
But social cues were not one of them. In sincere truth; you really were dense when it came to stuff like this.
But that didn’t matter when everyone is watching in shock.
You decide that the stain is never coming out and grab your wine glass, “I’m really sorry.”
“It’s okay.”, Zeke shrugs it off. You take note of the sly smile he had. You felt relieved. Maybe he wasn’t that upset about it after all.
You’re suddenly grabbed by the hair, and everyone watched as you are unfashionably escorted out of the room.
You’re thrown against a wall—immediately scolded.
“Do you have a death wish?”
The voice makes you look up with bambi eyes. “Captain?”
You stumble back when he approaches you and end up on your ass like an idiot. He grabs your hair again, “It was okay for you to drink, but to make Zeke hard like that in front of your comrades?”
His grip tightens and you wince, “Are you truly that dumb?”
You shake your head profusely, “H-Hard? No he wasn’t!”
“Why do you think he was smiling like a kid in a candy shop?”
You yell, “How the hell am I supposed to know that would turn someone on?!”
Levi lets go of you and debates his next steps. He gets down to your level and uses his gloved hands to spread your legs wide open. Your dress barely covered over your underwear, and it made you blush intensely.
“W-What are you doing?!”
He takes the wine glass in your hand and splashes it in the same manner you did to Zeke. He takes his right glove off to reach for his handkerchief, and starts rubbing your inner thighs.
You immediately slap a hand on your mouth. His hand danced from your inner thighs to your pussy. Rubbing endlessly on your clit.
“O-Okay! I get it now! You can stop, I’m sorry!! I won’t ever do that again.”, You grab ahold of his arm.
“Why, are you turned on?”, he asks condescendingly, pressing his middle finger slightly into you. The barrier of the napkin and your underwear saved you from any more embarrassment.
“Yes!”, you angrily blush. He scoffs and you almost regret telling him to stop. “If you need any more help knowing what turns a man on so you don’t embarrass yourself like that again, let me know. For now, just go home. You’re done for the night.”
Before Levi leaves your view completely, you wobble over to him. You grab a hold of his hand and ask, “I, uh..can you tell me what turns a man on?”
You’re now in Levi’s room.
On his bed, more specifically.
You’re sitting awkwardly on the edge and he’s in the chair across from you.
“Men can get hard from physical touch. Sexual or not. What you did was the perfect example.” You sink into your shoulders. Ugh. “However, there are some perverted men that can get hard at just the sight of something they find attractive.”
“So they get hard over everything, basically?”
Levi nods, “Depends who we’re talking about. Most of it is all in here.”, he taps on his head, “Thoughts are powerful. Get a man started on just one dirty thought, and their mind will run freely.”
You sigh into your palms, “Now I really feel like an idiot.”
“It’s okay. You didn’t know”, he shrugs.
Sexual Education wasn’t exactly a hot topic in Paradis. There was only 1 school where you grew up, and they taught you mostly about titans; how to kill them and how to survive.
“What about you?”
“Hm?”, Levi looks up
“What turns you on?”
Silence.
You feel a sweat bead ready to fall from your forehead. Did I mess up again?
“Why does that concern you?”
“Um, so I don’t make another mistake?” Goddamnit, Y/n. You can at least sound sure of yourself.
“I already told you what turns me on.”
You blink. Eh? You think back to what he said merely minutes ago, and go through a process of elimination. Okay, well, Levi isn’t a pervert. Sure, he’s a man. But he won’t die without sex...
“Thoughts and touching?”
He nods.
“Hm.”, you think. What else can he be into? Well, cleaning is one thing.. “Role play?”
His brow raises, “Elaborate.”
“Like..sexy maid outfits and making someone call you captain in bed.”
He tilts his head, “I never thought about that.”
You giggle nervously, “Haha, well. I guess I was wrong.”
There’s awkward silence in the room. Levi is looking at you stare at everything else in the room except for him.
“What turns you on?”
You burn up, “Touch.”
“Anything specific?”
You look off to the side, “Hair pulling and..what you did earlier, I guess.”
When you turn to look at him, you’re met with his belt. “So, all those years that I’ve been pulling your hair..?”
You nod up to him, “It’s turned me on.”
He’s peering down on you with a clenched jaw. The way his eyes are literally boring into your soul makes you feel small. What exactly was going on in his head? How did it get to this point?
He breaks eye contact with you and just clenches his fists. Hm? You stare directly in front of you and see the bulge in his pants. Oh.
“Captain.”
“Yes?”, he doesn’t look at you.
You take your hand and gently rub up and down his clothed cock. Levi snaps his neck to look down at you.
“Is this okay?”, you ask coyly. Those damned bambi eyes..
There was no more being clueless. You knew exactly what you were doing now. What you wanted, and what he wanted.
Levi places his hands on the bed so he can kiss you. It’s slow and passionate.
His tongue got familiar with yours in ways that made you feel butterflies. So this is what it’s like to get excited by just a kiss.
The two of you pull away for breath. “Yes, it’s okay.”, he finally answers. You put your hand back on his cock. This time, unzipping his pants and rubbing him through his boxers.
He lets you do whatever you want.
You put your hand down his underwear and can’t believe how nice it feels. “You’re huge.”, you say honestly. His lips fall agape before he kisses you again. You loved to be dominated by him, but you still wanted to follow through with what you were going to do before.
You roll over on top and push him back. He’s confused when you straddle him with your head facing his feet. It didn’t register in his head what you were about to do, until he felt your lips on the tip of his cock.
He fists the sheets, getting filled to the brim with arousal. You kissed the tip, licked it, sucked on it, playfully tapped it against your tongue. You wanted to make him lose his mind.
Levi is face to face with your open legs. You feel a tug on your underwear and cry out when his tongue on you. In you.
You pop off his dick with a moan. Was he seriously going to eat you out at the same time? “Don’t stop sucking until I cum.”, he orders you.
“Yes, Levi.”
He lands a solid smack on your right ass cheek. The sound that leaves your mouth is actually embarrassing. It’s a mix between a scream and a moan.
“Is that how you address your superior?”
You bite your lip, “S-Sorry, Captain.”
He smiles and kisses your clit, “That’s a good girl.”
The compliment is enough to have you deep throating his cock.
The position is a never ending cycle of stimulation. With his tongue working wonders on you, you can’t stop moaning on his dick. He returns that vibrating feeling back on your most sensitive areas—moaning into your pussy.
It’s enough to make you cum on his face.
You stop sucking on his cock so you can enjoy this euphoria. “Agh!! Fuck.”
He lets you ride on his tongue like a desperate whore. The aftershocks of your orgasm are toe-curling.
You collapse to the side and shakingly crawl back down to his legs. He watched as you put your mouth back on him, looking up into his eyes.
“Fuck, y/n.”, he grips onto your hair just how you said you like it, “You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.”
Again with the compliments. You’re now determined to make him cum like it’s your life purpose.
“Take it out of your mouth, I’m going to cum.”, he says softly.
Instead, you suck as hard and fast as you can. He moans in surprise, “S-Stop!”
You use your hands for the rest of his length that you couldn’t fit in your mouth. He pulls your head back so you’re looking up at him, “If you don’t stop, I’ll cum in your mouth!”
You give him the dirtiest look he’s ever seen. Your cheeks are red, you have tears brimming in your eyes from your orgasm before, and there’s saliva running down the corners of your mouth. Wow..
“Don’t worry. I’ll swallow it all, Captain.”
Soon, he’s spilling down your throat. “Jesus Christ, Y/n.”, he groans. You swallow every drop and don’t pull off until there’s nothing left. Once you both had a chance to collect yourselves, he kisses you.
Your eyes widened.
You can taste yourself on his tongue. And you’re sure he could taste himself too. It’s such a lewd feeling. Was it bad to like it this much?
You’re now both lying down against the pillows with the sheets over your body.
“Ah..I’m so tired.”, you sigh, giggling.
“Go ahead and sleep. I’ll wake you up in time for tomorrow.”, he pushes your hair back out of your face.
“Okay.”, you reply softly.
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hey😝😝🙇♀️ i love ur fics sm ur writing is so good oml🤭🤭🤭🤭 can i request a jean fic where they go out and jean Likes(😏) her outfit and then semi-public sex idkidk do with that what u will😌😌 TY and remember to drink water😌🥰🥰🥰
“get in the fucking back, now”
pairing: jean kirchstein x female reader
cw: modern au, fluff, language, nsfw (female receiving oral, exhibitionism, degradation, praise, nipple play, biting, fucking (obvs), dacryphillia, dumbification and breeding), kissing and jealousy
word count: 2800+
a/n: thank you for this request and i will make sure to drink hella water, @katsuhera for out midnight simping and thinking of these kinks and ideas also i have a platonic aizawa request coming out later on so hopefully you guys enjoy them both
summary: in which you and jean meet up for a date, instead of the coffee and cakes you find yourself in an empty car pack, bound in the back of his car ready to have his way with you
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The smell of fresh coffee and cake filled the room, Jean sat on one of the corner tables playing on his phone as he waited for you to come. You had both agreed to meet after your lectures having not seen each other since yesterday.
You both were needy, needing to at least see each other once a day to be content. It was bad enough both your schedules had fucked your time together, but your friends always seemed to drag you both away from each other.
Finally finding time for a proper date and not just going to each other’s apartments to cuddle and watch movies. Which you had to say was an amazing date in itself. But wanting to spend the afternoon together felt just how your relationship had been. I'm the first couple of months together.
He heard the ring of the door to your favourite cafe, as he watched you on the phone with someone. You spotted him giving him a wave, but his eyes had turned to something else. The skirt you wore, the short black skirt that pressed against your ass and thighs, the way that it squeezed your whole body. It made his head go wild and worst of all the long-sleeved shirts you wore in the spring heat had a low cut allowing all eyes to fixate on the curvature of your breasts in your white bra.
You had put the phone down walking up to the bot with a smile, seeing a server ready to come and ask you what you wanted. But Jean had an inkling the male server would be looking at you a lot more than he should be.
“Sorry, I’m late, our professor kept us longer to talk about an assignment.” You leaned over kissing his cheek, his eyes not daring to look down to see your breasts.
He had missed the simple feeling of your lips on his cheek, even if he had felt it yesterday. “That’s fine, I wasn't waiting long, who was on the phone?”
You had perched yourself on the chair skimming through the menu as he looked at you. Almost admiring his girl, the way his head was planted against his hand just watching how perfect you were.
“Oh, my mum wanted to ask if we’re still okay to come round on Saturday.” He nodded already knowing how your mum had been begging to see the boy who she already considered her son in law.
“Eren brought another fuck round last night.” You muttered unamusingly, you both ended up just talking about the events of this morning. You explained how your mutual friend Eren had brought what seemed like the fifth girl this week back to your shared apartment. You and Eren had been friends for a while and becoming roommates seemed like the best bet when you both had first been let free all those years ago. The idea of moving in with Jean had come up and you knew by the end of the year you’d both finally have your own place together.
“Eren doesn’t tell me shit about who he fucks, it doesn’t make you uncomfortable right?” Jean leant backwards on his seat eyeing you up again, you shook your head having gotten used to it and knowing Eren had had to handle you and Jean fucking before. “What made you wear this then?”
He needed to know if you were purposely making him hard or if it was just by sheer chance. “Why? Don't you like it?”
“Quite the opposite, baby, i think we all liked it.” He spoke the last part in a whisper watching as the server had come up to you both.
“What can I get you both?” He questioned eyes fixated on you alone.
Jean rolled his eyes, hating how others were looking at what was his. “We should share the pancakes, I’m not that hungry but I want some.”
“Pick whatever you want baby” He looked coldly to the man; your hand had been resting across the table as he grabbed it softly. You smiled at the action before putting the menu down and looking at the server.
“Can we get some chocolate pancakes and two coffees?” You asked politely, even in the outfit that looked like you’d just come out from a night out you were ever so respectful.
“Anything else…” Jean had interrupted due to having been ignored throughout the whole encounter.
“No.” The server left, and you went back to Jean.
You remembered his question and began explaining the events of this morning. “This dickhead ran into me with coffee so i had to wear whatever i could find in my bag.”
“You just happen to have a tight skirt and low-cut shirt in your bag.” He chuckled watching you gleam out to him.
You pout at his teasing before continuing, “it’s for special occasions.”
“Aww, is this a special occasion.” Jean teased again.
“I hate you.”
Jeans grip around your fingers tightened, “shouldn’t I be the one hating you, coming in here looking like that, how could any man not want you?”
“Jean.” You whispered slowly.
He checked his watch, he wanted something else, something more from you and prayed that you both would eat quickly so he could let himself have you. “What do you want to do afterwards?” You questioned just as the food arrived, the same server lingering trying to hear the conversation.
“I have some ideas in mind.” Jean smirked out as he took a fork and started eating the food.
“Ooo tell me?” You pleaded hating being kept in the dark.
He looks at the server who remained close by, “walking in wearing that, what else could it be?”
Your eyes widened at the thought that your outfit could really have caused him to get this horny. “Where?”
“Don’t worry about that baby, you eat your food like a good girl.” You didn’t speak, taking a bite of the chocolate, Jean watched as you licked your lips from the stray syrup, for a man with a horny girlfriend it seemed like he had finally reached your level of horny.
He understood all those nights he’d come home wearing a shirt and trousers. How in an instant you’d be on him, due to being, in your own words a sex god he hadn’t realised but you riled him up the same way he did too you.
“Jean.” You had been repeating his name to get him out of his trance. You were hiding a lot more than he had realised, at his previous words a slick had formed between your walls and worst of all there was a lot more limited clothes then Jean realised.
He looked up meeting your seductive gaze, “yes baby.”
“Come closer.” You beckoned, he obliged feeling his trousers tighten at how you moved forward. This time his eyes grazed your chest, seeing through your bra at the already hardened nipples. Your breath fanned his neck before you went to his ear, “the coffee went through my jeans, i didn’t have any spare underwear.”
His breath hitched, feeling himself unable to talk at what you had just said. You were bare between the skirt, the thought that you had been walking with your cunt on show. Worst of all he knew that if you were as horny as he would, the slick would be seeping down your thighs. “Get up.”
“But-” You were interrupted by him grabbing your hand.
“We’re going now.” He looked at the server who looked between the two of you. “How much is it?”
Jean was in a hurry; he passed the credit card impatiently tapping at where the register was. He could see eyes fixated on you, he hated how empty the place had been, with mainly uni students coming through. But in this moment the way their eyes seemed to undress you, he hated it and now knowing the extra information all he wanted to do was show you who you belonged to.
The server passed the card back. Jean in an instant pulled you out of the cafe, he walked ahead as you had been pacing yourself quicker to even keep up with the taller boy. “You’re lucky I brought my car.” He muttered as you went to the underground car park.
There were barely any cars, being the afternoon and people still at work, the parking lot seemed more secluded than you had ever realised. Being at the furthest end, Jean looked at you seeing how you pulled your skirt down. “No point doing that now, baby, everybody already saw that pretty cunt of yours.” He mocked before unlocking his car.
“Get in the fucking back, now.” He had opened the door, waiting for you to get in. With your back across the backseats, you were in perfect view of his own body.
He moved inside the car, locking the door and car behind him. It was in these moments you were glad he had tinted windows. He gave a smirk watching as you sat upright, one leg beside his body and the other dangling to the ground. “Spread those legs.”
You moved your leg to go onto his shoulders, feeling how his hands moved the skirt up to your hips. Your cunt dripping in wetness for his mouth to devour. “Baby.” It was muffled from your end as his hands had gripped your thighs.
His fingers leaving indents, his mouth bite at your inner thigh. The feeling of the speckles of his hair on his face brushing against your thighs before you felt him closer and closer to your clit. “If you touch me, I’m going to stop.” It was a punishment for showing yourself off, it was a punishment, but he knew it masked the reward of being eaten out.
“Yes, Sir.” You breathed out heavily. The feeling of his hairs across your thighs sent a shock wave, his tongue gliding across your clit tasting and feeling the slick in his mouth.
He groaned at the taste of your wet cunt, his tongue doing laps inside of your blushed cunt. His hand had travelled to your shirt having pulled it to reveal your breasts in the bra, his hand went underneath groping your left boob as his mouth was at work.
“Baby…I…” You could barely think with the feeling of him giving you so much pleasure. The way his mouth would leave soft kisses against your cunt before he went back in with his tongue.
He had told you after the first time you both had slept together how much he enjoyed eating you out. How much he loved the feeling of your cunt across his lips. He needed to feel your cum in his mouth and how it had become a mission to always eat you out before fucking you.
“Such a dirty little girl, getting this wet.” His breath was heavy, but he wanted more, pressing further into your cunt, his tongue swirling inside, the saliva mixing with your slick. His chin grazed your inner thighs, you always loved the feeling of the hairs brushing against your body. Often grabbing his chin when you both kissed just to feel the hairs brush against your palm.
“I...I...cum.” You could barely form words through the moans and groans that filled the car.
“Cum in my mouth baby, let me taste you all.” He whispered his hot breath against your cunt as he continued to lap his tongue in your folds. His hand had been moving along with his tongue, fingers pinching and tugging at your hard nipples.
“Jean.” You gave a final moan feeling yourself climax at the sheer power his tongue had inside of you. Cum dripped from his mouth, you saw him lick his lips to get rid of the cum that encased his lips.
“Such a good little cumslut, want me to fuck you now?” He teased already undoing his belt, your legs remained above his shoulders, but in a quick instant he moved them to his side waiting for your answer.
“Please, fuck me sir.” Tears had welled up in your eyes, the feeling of his tongue making your cunt throb for more. How could he resist those tears, the mascara dripping down to leave a black stain down your cheeks.
He gave a cocky grin, letting his belt fall to the ground before taking the hoodie he had worn off. The way his trousers were kicked to the front seat and he was left for you to admire sent a sensation through your body. He removed your skirt entirely, leaving soft kisses up your thighs to your stomach, before taking the shirt and pulling it over your head. “My pretty little thing.” He toyed undoing your bra to let your breasts spill out.
His mouth attached to your right nipple, his left hand still massaging the other. You felt him swirl his tongue against the hardened tit, arching your back to make more of your breast fit inside of his mouth. “Baby, fuck me please.” You were out of breath and could feel his hardened cock brush against your thigh.
“Are you begging, slut?” He moved his mouth to your neck, his hot breath fanning your breath waiting for an answer.
You looked down your hands moving to his hair and back, “please Sir.”
He smirked cockily, pulling his boxers down, letting his cock curve upwards ready to skim it past your folds. His hand lazily pumped back and forth to get him harder before you felt him direct his cock between your clit, sliding up and down your cum filled hole, “Je...Jean.”
“Come on baby, moan my name for me.” Your hands had reached for his hair pulling him towards your face.
“Jean.” You gave a lewd moan into his ear before feeling his cock slam into your velvety walls.
“You’re so tight even after I've gotten you to cum.” He mutters feeling suffocated within your walls. He brought his body down onto your own, your legs by his side as he began to move out of your cunt in a slow pace.
“Faster.” You breathed out.
“Sluts, don’t get an opinion.” He wanted to edge you till you felt dumb, he wanted to see those tears and watch as you begged for more. He may have moved slowly out but the noise of you moaning in his hair and pulling at his hair had made his slam into you quicker. He repeated it a couple times before seeing how your chest heaved under him, his bite marks cascading across your boobs and neck. You looked bruised and broken but the moans and look of your eyes rolling back had made him realise just how much you loved it.
With a quickened pace, he felt himself go deeper and deeper inside of your cunt, the cum that had been left inside of you, helping him slide back and forth. “Doing such a good job, baby.”
The praise was something Jean always came back too, the first time you both fucked you were unable to walk just at the sheer size of his cock. He knew to always praise you for doing so well with him, to make sure you knew that you could use his cock however you wanted too. “I… love you.” It was muffled through how Jean and you had been face to face, his mouth across your jaw, feeling the wetness still around his chin and face.
Looking into your eyes at the comment, he saw how truly in love he was, even with the quickened pace of him fucking you raw, you truly were in love with the man. “I love you too.” He spoke capturing your lips with his own, you had missed his mouth on your own. His tongue sucked on its own, allowing for more of your cum to mix inside of your mouth, you could feel yourself coil up inside, ready to orgasm for a second time.
He could see how your hands had stopped tugging as forcefully on his hair, how your nails had stopped scratching his back and instead skimmed across his skin. “You going to cum for me.”
“Ye…” You could barely speak at his pace increasing, wanting to fuck all the cum out of you in a matter of seconds. His mouth went to your neck, hand moving to take your own, he felt your fingers lace between your own as he sucked on the skin.
“Cum for me.” He ordered feeling you gush on top of his blushed cock, he felt himself cum from the feeling of being able to slide even more into your body, feeling his cum shoot inside of you. A bulge being prominent through your stomach of being filled up, “such a good girl.”
He kissed the top of your head with praise, sweat and cum filling the car, you only nodded unable to speak at the pleasure you had just encountered. He took you in his hands, letting you lean against his body. Moving the strands of hair that stuck to your body, he looked at how pretty you looked, even with the dishevelled hair and cum seeping out from your sore cunt. You looked as pretty as always, his pretty girl.
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GIRL I KNOW YOURE ASKING FOR A REQ THAT ISNT AOT BUT UGNNNN IM SO SORRY 😔✋ how about an eren request for where him and the reader are play fighting and she bites him in the chest/nipple and he’s like ow wtf. So the next time they’re rough housing he gets her back and bites her in the chest/nipple and she makes a noise but not out of pain and they both sit there confused like 😐 they’re so innocent but there’s a lot of tension after that yk
“Tension,” Eren x Reader
We’ll make Eren of age here🤧
Summary: playful fighting with Eren takes a turn.
Warnings: none
Eren x Fem!Reader
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Growing up, you and Eren have always been side by side. The strong bond you two had since you were kids only grew stronger as you got older. You had ended up following him into the scouts, only because you had some feeling to not leave Eren or let him battle alone.
When you both made it in the scouts Eren never once took anything serious, only when he was working and wanting to accomplish something like slaughtering all Titans.
But once everyone was back home at the base after training or a mission, he was far too playful and always liked to mess around with everyone, especially you. He made sure to keep people on their toes and always managed to make people either laugh or grow irritated quite quickly.
As you walked into his room in the middle of the day, seeing him taking a nap and it had gave you the sudden urge to wake him up. You had to admit he did look peaceful but every time you tried to do something, Eren always bothered you and made sure you didn’t have peace and quiet. So you tip toed up to his bed and jumped up on the mattress, grabbing the pillow and throwing it down on his face making a groan escape his lips.
“C’mon, wake up.” You kept jumping on his bed, trying to annoy him as much as possible.
Eren had grown impatient, reaching his hands out from the blankets and grabbed a hold of your ankles, dragging you down on the bed and removed the pillow to give you a dirty yet tired look but soon a evil smile had appeared.
“You’ve asked for it now.” He completely forgotten about the fact he was asleep minutes before as he rolled over, tickling both of your sides knowing that was where you were the most ticklish.
“Stop it, Eren!” You managed to kick him away, laughing at his attempts to try to come back and do it again.
“That’s what you get for waking me up, I was having a perfect nap.” He rolled his eyes, combing his hair back from his forehead.
“So what, it’s almost dinner time and you’re in here sleeping away.”
“Is that a problem?”
“Yes, it is a problem because I’m bored.” You sat up on his bed, watching his eyebrows raise in amusement.
“You woke me up because you’re bored?” He asked, making you nod your head and grab his pillow again before throwing it at his face, making him move too slow to try and catch it, another groan left his lips.
“Oh whatever, you just want to get your ass beat.” He spoke again, holding the pillow and hitting you with it but tried to not be too rough.
“You’re the one getting your ass beaten.” You point out, making him smile again as he got on his knees on the bed and grabbed a hold of your ankles again.
“Oh yeah?” The smirk on his face made your eyes wide as he yanked your body down and managed to straddle your waist as his fingers started to tickle your sides again.
You couldn’t help but scream, using your hands to try to shove him back by his chest and instead you managed to punch him hard enough for him to stumble back on the floor, making you sit up and look down as he grabbed the spot you punched him at.
“Ouch!” He said dramatically, making you laugh and he grabbed onto your arm and pulled you down on the hard floor with him, making you hit your knee pretty hard.
“You dickhead, that one hurt.” You knew a bruise was going to be forming on that knee but he simply laughed in your face.
“Oh cry me a river, Y/N.”
You tackled him on the floor, making him let out a girly squeal and you started to throw punches on him, knowing it didn’t hurt or phase him because your punches weren’t much to him.
Instead Eren laughed at your attempts, grabbing onto both your wrists with one of his hands and looked up at you with a proud smile on his face as he put the other hand behind his head against the floor.
You scoffed, leaning down and instantly biting his chest through his shirt and another girly scream had left his lips and his eyes went wide as he looked up at you like you were crazy.
“That was my nipple!” He had left go of your wrists, lifting up his shirt to look at it to see if it was fine and you shook your head, he was acting like you had completely bit his nipple off.
“Oh cry me a river, Eren!” You mocked his voice, making his eyes shoot up at you and he decided to play just as rough as you were, knowing well enough it could probably piss you off by the end of it.
He sat up, flipping the both of you over and tackled you to the floor, your back hitting the hard floor and his one hand had grabbed your wrists again, making you gulp slightly at the sight above you.
Now, this position had made you feel some butterflies but you had shoved them aside, trying to use your defensive techniques that Eren had taught you long ago to get him off of you but he wasn’t budging.
He used his free hand to grab a hold of your face, tilting it slightly as he saw how stuck you were beneath him and another evil smile had appeared.
“Look who’s stuck now, huh?” He said with a cocky attitude, making you try to use up all your strength to free your hands and trap him in a headlock.
He was stunned for a moment, both of his hands sat on the floor to support himself while his head was trapped between your arm and your side but the sudden urge made him turn his head and bite you in the chest like you did to him.
A sudden noise had left your lips, almost sounding like a moan mixed with a gasp and the both of you froze. Eren had removed his head, looking down at you with his eyebrows raised and your cheeks started to grow hot as his eyes burned into you.
Neither of you said anything, the awkward tension filling the air and you playfully shoved him off of you, making him laugh but it was more of a awkward nervous laugh.
Eren had noticed your red cheeks and soon his were starting to change to a light pink. He didn’t know what to really say or do. The fact that you had practically moaned from him playfully biting you had put him in a position where he was thinking too hard about it.
“That hurt, Eren.” You tried to play it off as if you didn’t make any noise and acted as if he didn’t hear it.
“Didn’t sound like it hurt,” He mumbled, your eyes growing wide and you reached over to punch his arm, making him grab onto the spot as he scrunched his nose.
“I hate you.”
“Well, pretty obvious you don’t and now I know you have a biting kink.”
“Eren!”
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I tried my best with this one🤧
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how eren lost his virginity
art credit to Redwarrior3 on DeviantArt
(not modern au, slight season 4 p1 spoilers )
“I’m making love with her through you, so let me keep my eyes closed”
warnings; smut, seducing manner, slight angst, masturbating, slight somnophilia, kind of dubcon? not really.
w.c; 2.4k
eren never thought much of his sexual desires, he didn’t have time to, neither did he have a logical explanation for them, no one had ever explained it to him either. as he grew older, he started feeling things, feeling things deep in his stomach. at first he associated them with his titan powers, he wouldn’t know what to make of it, his world was so much bigger now for him to focus on his raging hormones.
but he knew one thing, it only happened when mikasa was around. it would happen when he would watch her put her straps on for expeditions, the belts hugging her form tightly, showing out the features of her body. why was he always thinking about her body? his cheeks would grow a crimson red, looking away instantly, he was only fifteen after all.
but it started getting worse. at sixteen, his hair wasn’t the only thing that grew.. with that grew his lust, and his glances, and his frustration. one night, he couldn’t sleep, because something else was keeping him awake. he had woken up a few months ago with white, gooey liquid staining his crotch, he didn’t think much of it. only gave it a weird look and moved on with the trainings of his day.
but now? he was laying on his back in the sleeping quarters, his hair fanning around his neck as he sighed, his dick was straining against his pants painfully, even though he wasn’t wearing tight pants to sleep. he shuffled around his bunk bed, sitting up and looking above him, armin was asleep. his emerald eyes moved accross the room, to mikasa’s bed.
she slept on the bottom bunk, the top bunk empty. one of her arms was under her head, her knees bunched up into her stomach as she slept peacefully, her eyes were closed, lashes unmoving. eren’s lips tugged upwards, getting up from his own bed and tiptoeing over to hers.
he stood tall next to the bed, and then he leaned down, sitting on his knees so his face was leveled with hers. he stared at her, he didn’t even know how long, he studied all her features, he couldn’t look at her like this in the day. it would be too obvious, or she would think of him weirdly, he couldn’t stop the swooning feeling in his chest as he took her in.
her lashes were beautiful, he wanted to caress them. her cheeks were defined, he wondered how they would feel in his palms. her nose was turned upwards, he thought about how their noses would touch if they kissed. if they kissed… her lips, her lips looked so soft, he wanted to touch them, but he knew she was a light sleeper.
she always had her gaurd up, one touch to her face and she could wake up. he didn’t want to take that chance, but then he saw the way her short hair fell to her face, covering one side of her eye. his hands inched closer to her face, his calloused middle fingers grabbing at her hair and stroking it behind her ear, she took a deep breath in her sleep, and eren’s hand shook.
he retracted immediately, going back to his bed in slow steps, laying back down against the pillows. but his eyes were still open, and his dick was still hard, possibly harder now. he sighed, closing his eyes and squeezing them together, he had to focus. there’s no time for playing around now, he wasn’t a normal teenager. but didn’t he still have the normal teenager wants?
he moved up against the pillows, his back straight against the wall behind him, he looked down at himself, a very obvious bulge showing in his crotch, he furrowed his brows in confusion, what if he touched it? maybe it would go away. that’s what he thought.
his fingers gripped the waistline of his pants, moving it down slowly, he wasn’t wearing any underwear, he couldn’t sleep in them. his cock was now visible to him, standing straight up, dripping with precum. his face was disturbed, frowning because he didn’t even know his own body. all of his guardians have died before they could teach him anything.
he shook his head, trying to put negative thoughts away as he studied his own dick, he had never seen himself this big, this..long. he took his right hand, his fingers touching the tip of his cock, and he sighed, his eyes rolling back in his head. he looked back down again, wetness covering the tips of his fingers.
and then he experimented something else, taking his hand and wrapping all his fingers around his cock, gripping it like he should. he was panting, he hated himself for it. why was he so weak? his face was red as a tomato, he bit down on his bottom lip, closing his eyes, tilting his head to the side and gripping himself harder.
he then moved his hand, first in a circular motion around himself, and then up and down. they both felt different, one had him grunting deep in his throat, and the other had him panting crazy. then he combined them, and his eyes shot open in pleasure. but since his head was tilted, the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was mikasa’s sleeping face.
suddenly, the pleasure felt five times better, he threw his head back, adam apple bobbing as he swallowed. he looked back at her again, she looked so innocent like this, he wanted to ruin it. he looked at the same features he had before. her lashes, he wanted to see them flutter just like his were right now. her cheeks, he wanted to see a deep red like his were now. her nose, he wanted to feel her breath deeply through it just like he was doing now.
and her lips? he wanted to ruin them, he didn’t know how. he didn’t know how he could use his dick with her, surely there was a purpose for the pleasure he was feeling? surely he could share it with her. when he thought of that, and thought of her body, how her tits would slightly rise up and down with the calculated breaths she was taking, he wanted to ruin those breaths.
he moved his hand faster, jerking himself off to her. all he could think about was her, her, her. he brought his left arm up, wanting to bite down on it to hide his moans, because they were going to get louder, he didn’t know why, but he felt it. as soon as he opened his mouth to bite down on his arm, he retracted, images of him turning into a titan and destroying everything making him slightly panic.
he couldn’t take that risk, he brought his arm down in frustration, taking the blanket near him and biting down on it harshly, he knew he had sharp fangs. he couldn’t risk it if he drew blood on his own skin, he thought he wouldn’t be able to control himself.
his grunts were muffled against the fabric, his head tilting towards mikasa again, and when she moved her sleeping position, laying on her stomach, he could see her plump ass so perfectly. his hips bucked up against his own hand, tears prickling around his lashes as he came hard. he didn’t know what was happening, but it felt good. so he kept going until his stomach was covered in the same white liquid that he saw before.
some of it covered his hands, dripping down his fingers, he let out a deep breath, smiling and sighing at the same time. he got rid of the frustration. he didn’t know how, but he did. he got up to clean himself with a cloth, staring at armin which was sleeping soundlessly on the top bunk. he’d ask him about this stuff tommorow, surely he had read some books on human anatomy. the only thing eren didn’t know, was that this was a start of an addiction.
•••
eighteen.
he kept his eye on the marleyan nurse, bored and bland expression on his face, he studied her body language, he knew what it meant. he knew that she was desperate for him, her cunt was desperate for him. he could feel it everytime she wrapped a new set of bandages around his eye that he supposedly lost. she’d put one of her legs in between his crotch, her knee pressing against his inner thigh as she slowly wrapped the bandage around his head.
this time, she didn’t move after she had finished with the bandage. her knee inched closer to his crotch as she spoke with her too-girly of a voice, her fingers brushing up against the stubble on his jaw, “mr.kruger,” his eyes studied her face, she was biting her lip. he hummed indifferently, the name was now familiar to his ears, it was like he was one with him. he had his memories after all. “why don’t you shave your beard?” he wasn’t even blinking, just staring at her eyes as they raked over him shamelessly.
her hands went to his long hair, stroking some strands that were in his face back, “or cut your hair? should I cut it for you?” he stared back at her, his hand going to hers in his hair, putting it down so she could stop touching it. “I like it better this way, nurse.” he said in a bored tone. I don’t because I need to move forward.
she smiled, but it wasn’t the smile he wanted to see. it didn’t suit her, he wanted to get it off her face. her hands moved down his chest, his breaths controlled as she spoke in what she thought a seductive tone, to him it was just annoying. “call me mia, eren.”
his nose twitched, stopping himself from scrunching it at the way she said his name, her hands went to her throat in a mere second, pushing her close so their noses were touching, “but you need to keep calling me mr.kruger, got it?” his fingers squeezed around her throat, making her let out a choked out hum, smiling as she completely straddled his lap now.
he wanted to shove her off, bend her over the table next to them and fuck into her without having to see her face, it wasn’t the one he wanted to see. but he couldn’t even do that, he had to pretend he actually lost half his leg. how pathetic, he thought.
so he let her, he let her grind her cunt against his thigh with his eyes closed. he pretended it’s her, he thought of her, that’s the only way he could get himself hard. mia’s aroma was all around him, it didn’t smell like her. so he stopped breathing through his nose, he opened his mouth to breath instead. she thought he was enjoying it though, she though his simple breathing was him panting. so she smiled, eren didn’t even need to see it to know. dumb bitch.
he frowned as she let a moan out, opening his eyes and looking at her with anger, he pretend a fake smile, “you gotta keep quite, mi— mia, got it? wouldn’t want anyone to know you’re getting off on a poor patient okay?” he didn’t want to hear her. she didn’t sound like her. she nodded aggressively, biting her lips as her hands went to the waistline of his pants, pulling them down.
her eyes widened at his size, her movements on his thigh stopping. he scoffs, “what? didn’t you want it?” bet they’re all shrimps in marley, you’ve never had a paradis devil’s dick have you? he thought, internally smiling.
she was frozen, her jaw wide open as he took his hands to her hips, bringing her up to the tip of his cock, she looked alarmed, “you can take it. you have to, after all the weeks of touching me.” she winced as he entered her, he didn’t even make a sound. his eyes were open as she let out deep breaths, trying to keep her moans in like he asked of her.
he bottomed out, letting her adjust to his thickness for a few seconds as he shushed her, “sshh now, we wouldn’t want everyone to know how much of a whore you are to your patients.” she bit down on her own arm, circling her hips into eren, and clenching down hard around him.
eren threw his head back, tapping on her hip twice, “go on then, use my cock to fulfill your stupid desires.” he closed his eyes, feeling her struggle to move up and down above him, but she got the hang of it eventually, her hands bunching up eren’s shirt as she rode him.
all he thought of was her. behind his closed lids, it was mikasa who was bouncing on his cock, it was mikasa that he lost his virginity to, it was mikasa that was letting out ragged breaths struggling to take his cock.
until he felt lips on his own, kissing him. they didn’t feel like her. he had spent years looking at her lips, he would know every ridge of them if they were to ever be on his. he growled, his hands going to mia’s hips and starting to fuck up into her. her mouth was open, but no sounds were coming out.
he grunted as he fucked up into her, his hands tightening around her waist, some of his long hair sticking to his forhead. he could feel her clenching around him, her arms around his neck tightly, his head buried in her neck but still not breathing through his nose.
and as she came around him, he felt like he was close too, his eye squeezed so shut he could almost feel pain in the one he didn’t have. he was close, until he felt her boobs press up against his clothed chest. they were too small, they weren’t hers. she wasn’t her. she couldn’t cum without her. her, her, always her.
so then he refused the offer of the nurse going down on him, that would be worse. he wouldn’t want anyone’s mouth near his cock if it wasn’t her. the nurse got out, struggling to walk as she tripped on her own steps. and eren? he had to take care of himself, like the many times he did after that night.
all he thought about was her as he came, trying to scramble through the memories of the future in his head. one were he could feel her, feel all of her. how could he work towards that? what choices would he have to make? how many people would have to die? he was going insane.
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nobody’s fault but mine (pt. 2)
Levi wouldn’t really be Levi if he knew how to handle his intense feelings for you.
pairing. levi x fem!reader AND a little bit of jean x fem!reader (b/c once again i am a slut 4 jean too)
warnings. some fluff, language (b prepared for a lot of the f-bomb)
a/n. hi sorry 4 the long wait, life is a little hectic rn (it’s snowing n our power has been going out on n off for the past few days lmfao also school b lowkey kicking my ass) BUT i wanted 2 say thank u so so much 4 all ur feedback to part 1 it was so so so unexpected n sweet n flattering i literally still can’t wrap my head around it. i would rly appreciate some feedback 2 this one too since this is A LOT more levi n i actually adored writing him but i would luv 2 know what u guys think of my characterization of him (im a little nervy) but yes feedback is encouraged! this is kinda long but a lot happens so i rly hope u guys appreciate this n enjoy it bc it took me so long 2 write n rewrite it heheheh (side note 4 the sake of age n everything, all the 104th cadets r actually 18+ including our cute lil reader) also! pls continue 2 request more levi ok that’s it 4 now enjoy!
“Rise and shine, sleeping beauty.”
“Jean!”
The hushed voices stirred you out of the pleasant state of unconsciousness you had been in. A sharp pain shot through your head as you slowly opened your eyes, blinking quickly to adjust to the bright light. You flexed your fingers subtly as an attempt to gain awareness of yourself and your surroundings. Once you were comfortable, you slowly turned your head to your right and saw a scene you had grown painfully familiar with– Jean arguing with someone. The victim of the week was Armin, and you almost wanted to laugh at the quick back-and-forth between the two.
“Your bedside manner… sucks,” you managed to mumble. You cringed at the uncharacteristic hoarseness of your voice.
“There she is!” Jean exclaimed, shooting a victorious smirk at Armin, before fondly looking down at you, as he moved closer to your side.
You heard multiple gasps of your name, and you quickly turned your head to your left, before regretting it due to the sharp pang that followed in your head. Nevertheless, you mustered up as bright a smile as you could, looking at your friends who had all taken various positions throughout the room. Eren was the first to your bed, embracing you tightly.
“That was scary,” he softly mumbled your name, before pulling back, “Don’t do that again.”
The concern on his face startled you momentarily, and you couldn’t help but avert your eyes. You blinked quickly before looking up and shyly smiling at Eren.
“I’ll keep that in mind for next time.”
You then looked up at your fellow cadets, who stood surrounding your small bed in the infirmary. Your love for these people sat heavily in your chest, and you beamed up at them, before you realized you were in the infirmary.
“What happened?” you genuinely asked, your husky voice taking you by surprise again.
“Oh, I’ll tell you what happened!” Jean scowled, crossing his arms in anger, “That little bastard—”
“Jean, you can’t say that about the Captain!” Sasha chided, looking sideways in fear as if to emphasize her point.
“Captain, my ass!”
You attempted to stifle your giggling, yet your mood significantly dropped upon remembering Levi’s treatment towards you this past month. You tried to conceal your obviously bothered expression, but you felt a hand softly ruffle your hair. You looked up and smiled at Reiner.
“Don’t sweat it, kiddo, I’m sure he’ll tone down the punishments after this,” he reassured, obviously mistaking your dejection over your unreciprocated feelings for Levi for something else.
Appreciating the gesture, you continued to smile up at him while nodding softly. Reiner had a comforting presence, and you felt your mood brighten slightly.
“Fingers crossed,” you deadpanned, earning a soft laugh from Bertholdt, who had taken a seat at the foot of your bed.
Jean’s relentless bashing of the Captain continued, as Sasha, Connie, and Armin attempted to calm him down, warning him about the consequences they’d all have to face if word got back to Levi. Eren gritted his teeth in irritation, as he glared up at Jean, threatening to “knock him out if he didn’t shut up,” while Mikasa had silently moved around the chaos to rest her calloused hand on your own, silently squeezing as a gesture of comfort. You squeezed back.
“Look, all I’m saying is he obviously has it out for her. She’s a better soldier than all of us– even you, titan boy— and it’s still not good enough? I call bullshit!”
“I think he’s just trying to be a good teacher, I’m sure there’s a lot I can still improve on,” you justified, and all eyes turned to you.
“There’s not,” Mikasa bluntly stated, leaving no room for argument.
Your friends all agreed, and you scrunched your nose playfully to conceal the warmth that had spread throughout your body at their praise. You worked hard to get where you were– there was a satisfaction in knowing that all of your effort wasn’t going unacknowledged.
“Jean-boy’s right—”
“Bastard!”
“—Captain Levi has been unnecessarily cruel to her, and we’ve all noticed it!” Eren’s fists clenched in anger as he ignored Jean’s yelling.
“But the Captain isn’t the type to hold grudges or act impulsively, so I think there’s something deeper to it,” Armin reasoned, apologetically glancing at you in case his words offended you.
You nodded softly, not wanting to worsen your headache; however, it didn’t really matter when Jean’s painfully loud voice retaliated almost immediately.
“He overworked her to the point of her passing out from exhaustion and severe dehydration!” His eyebrows furrowed in anger, and his sandy brown hair bounced with his every move.
You winced from the pain in your head, and the movement didn’t go unnoticed by Reiner, who glanced at you from where he stood.
“Jean— inside voice, yeah?” Reiner softly spoke, subtly tilting his head down towards you. Jean’s gaze softened and concern replaced the anger on his contorted features, as he apologized to you.
“Yeah, seriously, what are you getting so worked up for?” Connie innocently asked, before a knowing look crossed his features. He turned to his partner-in-crime, and the two donned shit-eating grins as they turned back to Jean.
“Right, that’s why.”
Bertholdt, whose lanky body had been horizontally lying across the bed comfortably, sat up onto his elbows and cluelessly asked, “What’s why?”
Sasha’s smile widened, and she crossed her arms, mimicking Connie’s knowing smirk. “It’s because Jean-boy, here, is sweet on our dear little—”
“Would you shut up!” Jean yelled louder than before, fists shaking in anger. His face was flushed an impossible shade of red, and you would’ve joined in on the laughter, had your head not exploded from the pain.
You were fully aware of the incessant teasing Jean received regarding his relationship with you, and you would honestly be lying if you said you didn’t get a kick out of it as well. Deciding to spare your friend today, you sent a good-natured smile to him, hoping that would be enough to quell his frustration.
Had you not turned to converse with Eren, you wouldn’t have missed Jean’s dazed smile.
While talking to Eren, your mind briefly drifted to Levi and the situation that was weighing heavily on you. You didn’t want to believe that the Captain hated you– you desperately grasped onto your excuse that he was simply a harsh teacher. And yet, you knew there was something more to it.
In a panic-driven moment, you momentarily wondered if he had somehow found out about your feelings for him. You remembered him telling you about his upbringing— you knew better than most that Levi and confessions of love did not go together... at all. Before you could further dig yourself deeper into the pitiful hole you had been in the past month, a painfully familiar voice broke through your intrusive thoughts.
“You know how loud you are? This isn’t a damn daycare.”
“Sir!”
All conversation in the room came to an abrupt halt. You couldn’t help but grow amused at the sight of Eren and Bertholdt scrambling off your bed to stand and salute their superior. Your small smile was wiped off your face when your eyes met stormy grey ones. You quickly looked down, before inhaling quickly and swiftly pulling your bedsheets back. You attempted to muster as much strength as you could, ignoring the multiple eyes on you. You gracefully stood up from the bed, and turned to Levi, managing the salute as well. You slowly looked up at him.
“Sir,” you shakily mumbled, internally cringing once again at the uncharacteristic rasp to your voice.
You received proud looks of admiration from your friends, though Jean’s remained more concerned than proud. Idiot! he thought to himself. We know you’re strong, now’s not the time to prove it!
Levi, meanwhile, had tried his very best to suppress the guilt that had been eating away at him for the past day; however, it had only worsened when he saw you and heard your weak voice. Upon making eye contact with you, he almost wanted to fall to his knees and apologize profusely for everything he had put you through, audience be damned.
Levi had spent the better half of the day pacing around your room in the infirmary wing of the Scout Regiment’s base, lost deeply in his thoughts, as his concern for you weighed heavily in his heart. After a few more hours of pacing, he had finally come to the conclusion that he was an idiot (a grade A, unique brand of idiot all in a league of his very own), and that he was in love with you.
Where the first realization annoyed him to high heaven, the second one brought him a sense of peace that was only heightened every time he had looked at your unconscious form.
Levi, uncomfortable with the amount of self-actualizing he had done that day, had left the room after softly caressing your cheek, hoping to convey all of his guilt and apologies and love into the simple gesture. Once he was away from the infirmary wing of the base, he inhaled deeply, itching for the comfort of a cup of warm tea. On his way to the mess hall, he had passed by your friends from the 104th, all undoubtedly on their way to see you. Levi’s eyebrow had slightly risen upon noticing the varying looks of defiance and anger on each of their faces. He had remained unfazed, his half-lidded eyes looking away, as if he hadn’t even seen them at all.
Somehow, it was harder to face them now with you standing amongst them.
His face retained its usual impassive and bored expression, yet it momentarily faltered when he noticed you slightly stumble from where you were standing next to the hospital bed. Levi’s heartbeat quickened, and he made a subtle move to rush over to you to catch you for the second time that day, but Jean was quicker. The taller man had been keeping a watchful eye on you, and had quickly dropped his salute to stand behind you and steady your slightly uncoordinated form. You comfortably relaxed backwards into his arms as you sent a grateful smile up at him, and he softly smiled back in response, leading you back to the bed.
Levi was both relieved and a little fucking pissed off.
“Visiting hours are over— I need to talk to the brat,” he lazily said, authority ringing loudly and clearly in his command.
For the first time in all his years of captaining the scouts, there was a quick hesitation after his command.
Levi raised an unamused eyebrow at each of the cadets, silently challenging them to disobey him. Despite his threatening aura, he wouldn’t blame any of your friends if they were to defy Levi. The Captain deserved it for his treatment of you— he’d take it like a man.
Your eyes widened in surprise when your friends subtly glanced at you, silently asking if it was okay to leave you alone with him. Upon hearing Levi’s request to talk to you, your heart had begun to uncontrollably race and you swore you could feel it in your throat. You were disappointed in yourself for growing excited at finally being able to talk to him.
Blinking quickly, your cheeks grew hot under everyone’s gazes, so you reassuringly smiled at your eight friends, and you once again felt the genuine love you had for them erupt within your heart.
Ever the peacemaker of the group, Armin signaled for the rest to follow him out of the room, and they each uncertainly walked behind him. Mikasa squeezed your hand once more before following closely behind Eren, who sent you an encouraging smile. Bertholdt subtly sent a thumbs up to you, while Reiner winked at you as he looked over his broad shoulder. Your smile widened; however, it faltered when your eyes met Jean’s. His irritated expression worried you, yet before you could respond, he turned away and walked past Levi.
Levi had to give it to Jean— not many people had the balls to openly glare at the Captain.
Once everyone was gone, the tension within the room increased tenfold. You looked at Levi, and you bit your lip in contemplation, anticipating what he would say. Many thoughts rang through your head.
Was it another punishment? Was he going to yell at me? Did he find out about my fee–
“How do you feel?”
You almost had to pinch yourself. After one month of barely any interactions with your friend— if you were still even allowed to call him that— you realized how starved you were for pleasant conversation with Levi.
“I’ve been better,” you breathed out, still cautious. “How… how do you feel?”
Even after such an unpleasant experience, your unwavering kindness shone just as brightly. Levi’s heart ached so sweetly, and he internally groaned upon realizing how fucking whipped he was.
He silently stepped forward, pulling a seat to the side of your bed. Once he was seated, Levi looked into your eyes, and you felt your breath hitch at the intensity of the swirl of emotions dancing within his normally cold eyes. He exhaled softly.
You noticed how tired he looked.
“Just peachy.”
There was a pregnant pause, and you came to realize that there was just too much you wanted to say to him, and you didn’t know where to start. Your soft eyes held his sharp gaze.
“You scared the shit out of me, brat.”
Your heart involuntarily skipped a beat, and your eyes widened in response.
“I did?” you internally slapped yourself at your stupid response.
“Yeah. You did.”
“Sorry, sir,” you softly mumbled.
“Levi… just Levi.”
The Levi in front of you was a completely different man from the one who you’ve had the pleasure of interacting with over the past month. You thought back to your friends and their anger at your mistreatment, and you thought of the many unfair punishments, cold shoulder treatments, and overworking during training (despite you being second only to Humanity’s Strongest, himself). Slowly, your incredulity at being treated like a lapdog began to dim and was replaced by your growing indignation. Though you were no stranger to standing up for yourself, you still felt your anxiety skyrocket as you looked back up at your superior.
“Do you hate me, Captain? Did I… did I do something?”
And there it was.
Levi knew the question would come up at some point, and yet he still felt ill-prepared in his response. He knew this was a big step for you— in the whole year that he’s gotten to know you, he learned how much you hated confrontation. You blatantly ignoring his request and choosing to address him by his title caught his attention, and he frowned. When he looked into your slightly watery eyes, a warmth spread throughout his chest, and he had to clear his throat.
“Don’t say shit like that, you haven’t done anything.”
Levi wanted to punch himself— he was never good with words.
You, however, weren’t fazed by the manner in which he spoke. You had fallen for the man, harsh words and all.
“Then why have you—” you paused as you momentarily lost your voice.
Levi thought it was cute (to be fair, he found everything about you endearing), yet he knew it would be inappropriate to openly admire you when you were so clearly upset with him.
“Sorry,” you grew embarrassed and licked your lips, “It’s just… well, why have you been ignoring me? And— and yelling at me? We stopped drinking tea together, and practicing in the forests. You don’t even acknowledge me when I talk to you! I’m sure you have a really good reason, sir, but I just—”
Levi detested the sick feeling of guilt that churned within his heart. In hindsight, he really should’ve thought it through before he began his little plan of distancing himself from you. How else was he supposed to tell you oh, everyone in the fucking Scout Regiment wants you, and so do I, but I haven’t done anything about it because I’m a pussy, so I just decided to take it out on you and wallow in my own self-pity like the sad little man I am, without sounding like he was deranged.
“—I just miss you.”
Levi’s eyes widened a fraction of an inch, and his breath hitched. This time it was the sincerity in your eyes that made him look away quickly.
“I…”
I’ve missed you too, dammit.
At his lack of a response, your eyebrows furrowed, and your irritation grew. Your small hands balled the soft bedsheet, and you swallowed to soften the burn in your throat before speaking.
“Why did you even come here?” you scoffed indignantly, attempting to mask your hurt, “Was it to just to yell at me some more? Oh, I know! Maybe I need to run through training ten more times again, right?”
The guilt churned even more in his chest, and Levi seriously wanted to punch himself. He willed himself to say something— anything— but he felt speechless in front of you.
“Levi,” you hoarsely spoke with desperation, and he looked into your watery eyes. “Say something, please.”
It was as if you had read his mind, and a slight feeling of reassurance quelled the storm in his heart; you really were the only one for him. As he met your eyes— your beautiful, enchanting eyes— he felt his self-hatred skyrocket at the amount of hurt in them. He had grown used to seeing them filled with humor, kindness, and a soft edge that was rare to find nowadays. Yet seeing them filled with such pain and hurt was unsettling, and Levi went mute for the fifth time that day.
You nodded in understanding when he failed to say anything, and your heart clenched. Jean had been right— you were nothing more than a lovesick puppy. You blinked quickly as a poor attempt to conceal your tears, yet nothing ever escaped the Captain’s attention.
His gaze softened, and Levi found out something else about himself— he really didn’t like seeing you cry.
“Shit, please don’t cry,” he tenderly mumbled, as he leaned closer to you and gently cupped your face to wipe away your tears with the pads of his thumb.
Your breath hitched and your full lips involuntarily parted. You relished in the warmth of his touch, and you wanted nothing more than to lean into his comforting hand. Your name fell from his lips, and you felt yourself come back to reality. Remembering just how you had gotten into this situation, you decided to stand your ground. Despite everything in your body begging to give in and accept this moment with the Captain, you stood unwavering in your decision.
You gently grabbed his large hand with both your hands, and moved it away from your face and into your lap. You held it there loosely and delicately rubbed your fingers over his hand soothingly before eventually stopping, and looking back up at him.
His usual bored expression was long gone, and in its place was a very tender and vulnerable expression. A storm was brewing in his grey eyes, and you distantly remembered stargazing once with him. You had desperately wished you could read his thoughts— somehow, you had found his daunting eyes more fascinating than the starry sky. You felt an ache in your heart at the intimate memories, and you really really wished Levi loved you the way you love him.
“You know what, Levi? It doesn’t even matter if you hate me, because—” you inhaled sharply.
This has to be done, you reassured yourself, or else you’d be subjecting yourself to an onslaught of hurt and heartbreak.
“—Because I hate you.”
Your lip quivered and your broken voice faltered. And of course, Levi noticed.
His eyes darted down to your lips at the slight movement. His hands had stilled, and he decided that getting eaten by a damn titan would be much less painful than this.
And then he’s looking at you. You looked back at him, yet he’s looking at you— through you— in that way that makes you want to hide and hold your ground at the same time.
“Right,” Levi drawled, and you knew he didn’t believe you (hell, you were unconvinced yourself). His eyes reverted back to their cold nature, and he ran a hand through his hair, allowing the silky strands to softly land against his forehead.
He stood up, and wordlessly gave you a onceover. Under his scrutiny, you felt yourself grow insecure, but deep down you desperately hoped he’d stay. You bit your bottom lip in apprehension, and Levi’s eyes softened at the sight of your nervous habit.
How is it that he could kill titans all the livelong day yet when it came to this sweet girl, so small and disarming, he couldn’t even utter a single word?
Levi had never felt more pathetic. He peered down at you, momentarily debating whether it would be right for him to attempt one last thing before finally deciding fuck it, and gently cupping your cheek for the third time that day, bending down, and pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. He gingerly inhaled your enticing scent, appreciating how even after the hell he had put you through, you still smelled so alluring.
You were positive that Levi could hear your heartbeat. You blinked many times in disbelief, as he pulled away and sent one last lingering gaze down at you.
Levi slightly smirked at the pretty blush that had colored your cheeks, his half-lidded eyes drinking in the mesmerizing sight of you sitting up in your bed and gaping up at him, your cheeks flushed and wet with the remnants of your tears. He turned around and silently left the room.
He had ignored every part of his body that begged him to stay.
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“Shut up, I can barely hear them!”
“Ow— Bertholdt, you’re stepping on my foot!”
“Oh, sorry.”
“Watch it, horse face!”
“Eren.”
“You piece of shit, I’m—”
The piece of bread that had been tightly held in Sasha’s grip suddenly fell to the floor. Everyone went silent.
“Holy shit, I think… I think he just kissed her.”
Jean really hoped Sasha was wrong.
He decided to ignore the fact that her freakishly good hearing bordered on supernatural, so there was really no way she could’ve been wrong with a mere wooden door standing between her and the conversation.
“I knew there was something going on between them! Reiner— pay up.”
Reiner muttered several curses under his breath as he pulled out a hefty stack of cash from his pocket. Connie’s grin widened.
Armin had glanced up at Jean, slightly alarmed at the dark expression on his face. Before he could comfort his friend, the door suddenly opened. Everyone scrambled to straighten themselves up, attempting to act like they hadn’t been just eavesdropping on the entire conversation between you and the Captain.
A chorus of sir’s rang throughout the large hallway, and Levi grew amused at the sight before him. His lips twitched upwards, and the cadets had to almost physically stop their mouths from dropping open at the sight. Levi’s ghost of a smile disappeared when his eyes met Jean’s seething ones.
The two held each other’s gazes, Levi’s expression being cool, while Jean’s had been irritated. Levi was not a fucking idiot; he knew the kid was in love with you.
Join the fucking club.
Levi, realizing that this was the exact reason he had gotten himself into that mess with you and not really wanting to sour his somewhat good mood, looked away from Jean to nod at the group of your friends.
“As you were.”
He brushed past Jean, his gaze as intimidating as ever, as he silently walked down the hallway. Jean’s fists clenched tightly. Once Levi had turned the corner, the group exploded into chatter, their reactions varying from stunned to adoring.
Jean really really fucking hoped Sasha was wrong.
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Your horse trotted proudly through the vast landscape, the wind blew through your open hair, your friends teased each other amicably, and your excitement grew at finally being cleared to join the scouts on their next expedition. Though you hadn’t been getting much sleep lately, and you’ve been a little too preoccupied to eat much, nothing could bring your mood down at this moment.
You were alongside your friends as you all followed the section commanders as their horses galloped into the edge of the forest. The mission for today was to exterminate any titans who had wandered too close to the walls. A simple mission, and you were more than capable.
You had been in a great mood.
Until your eyes landed on Levi.
He had been further up, leading his own squad. He had turned around to respond to Gunther, and that’s when his eyes had met yours. Your internal conflict grew, and you ultimately ended up averting your eyes and ignoring him, deciding to maintain your cold treatment towards him.
Him kissing your head had only further confused you, despite the sweet butterflies you felt every time you thought back to it. Levi’s treatment towards you had unexpectedly changed since that day in the infirmary, and it had reverted to the way it was before his sudden aversion to you, though there was something much sweeter in his actions. You swore you were getting whiplash.
Though he had been significantly kinder to you, you had held your ground, unrelenting in your declaration. Part of you was terrified that if you gave in and became comfortable, he’d suddenly return back to the yelling, the punishments, and the overworking. Part of you also didn’t want to face reality— your feelings were unreciprocated, and they would only serve to bring you a world of heartache and sadness.
Your cold shoulder towards him was nothing compared to the way he had treated you. Yours mainly consisted of avoiding him, and when that wasn’t an option and you had to interact with him, you kept it civil and short. Your heart would ache, but you knew it was for the best. It helped that Jean would offer approving smiles and words of encouragement, even going as far as to smirk when you had ignored the Captain.
Levi, meanwhile, had frowned when he noticed that you ignored him. Again.
In all honesty, he did deserve it, but that didn’t mean it still didn’t hurt like a bitch. He grew irked at your display. Levi hoped you would understand that him kissing your head and showing affection towards you was his grand confession of love. You knew he was shit with words, and he hoped that that would be enough.
He was sadly fucking mistaken.
His attention had been on you the whole mission. Even when the scouts had to dismount from the horses to use the ODM gear through the trees, he had somehow managed to keep a watchful eye on you. You were graceful as ever as you flew through the trees, though his observing gaze noticed that your reaction time was noticeably slower than normal. He had also noticed the dark circles under your usually bright eyes, and he grew worried upon noticing your overall state.
Levi, himself, wasn’t faring much better. He was getting virtually no sleep, running completely on caffeine, adrenaline, and pure will, yet he still made sure he was in excellent shape when it came to these missions— humanity was resting on his shoulders, after all.
The firing of a flare gun in the distance indicated that the group would be encountering titans— a lot of titans— from the left. The soldiers prepared, all eyes focused on the left. You had conveniently taken up the right-most end of the formation, and your attention had also been on the left, your blades held tightly in your hands.
It was only by chance that Levi decided to glance down at you as he soared above you in the middle of the formation. Your eyes met once again, and Levi’s heart lurched at the beautiful sight, when movement behind you immediately caught his attention. A large abnormal with the ability to jump from tree to tree had suddenly appeared and made an attempt to grab you. Your attention had been solely on Levi, so you hadn’t noticed, especially over the roar of the wind in your ears.
Levi’s eyes widened, and he yelled out your name. The rich baritone of his deep voice reached your ears, and you turned slightly behind you, yet you reacted too slowly. Your body jerked backwards, flying so far from the group. You flew through the air at such a great speed that it took you by surprise when you slammed against a tree as the wires of your ODM gear grew tangled. The abnormal had missed you— barely. Your head slammed against the tree and you felt the wind knocked out of your body at the impact.
You whimpered at the hell of a hospital stay you’d have to face after this.
The abnormal almost seemed to be grinning wider upon realizing that it had successfully subdued you. You attempted to quickly stand up, though your body yelled in agony at the movement. Willing yourself to fight back, you shakily stood up, tightly gripping your blades that had miraculously not fallen to the ground throughout the struggle. You winced at the searing pain that shot through your head, yet you clenched your teeth in determination. Realizing that your gear was broken and therefore useless, you quickly discarded yourself of it, and felt some of the tension in your body alleviate now that you were significantly lighter.
“The hell is she doing?” Jean yelled incredulously from his spot next to Levi, and the other members of the group looked on in shock as they all attempted to make it to you in time.
“She’s fighting back,” Levi spoke through gritted teeth, his worry for you eating him alive. His eyebrows were furrowed in stress and anxiety, and he was now soaring impossibly fast through the trees in order to reach you.
Stupid brat. Stupid, resilient, little brat.
“Attagirl!” Oluo and Eld cheered, and Petra shoved them, warning them to stop their blatant ogling in the middle of a dangerous mission. They skillfully dodged her attack, grinning at their adept use of the ODM gear.
A noise towards the side caught their attention, and the group realized the titans they had been anticipating were now in sight. Levi coolly assessed the shitty situation, before commanding that most of the soldiers take care of the titans, while Levi, his squad, and some of the 104th’s cadets would assist you. The group split up, and Levi turned his attention back to you, his heart thumping against his chest.
As the titan made a move to grab you, you exhaled quickly to focus before skillfully jumping onto its elongated arm and running quickly towards its nape. You were defying gravity as you gained speed the higher you went. The titan wasn’t stupid, and it began to grab you with its other arm, yet you anticipated its move. You lithely dodged it, executing a quick front flip as you narrowly escaped its grasp once again.
This was it!
You saw your opening. You leaped forward and pushed your feet against its shoulder as hard as you could, soaring high up in the air above the titan. Muscle memory served you well, and you thought back to the training circuit that had mimicked a situation almost exactly like this one. You gracefully began to spin yourself faster and faster, your cape billowing behind you as you finally readied your blades for the final blow. You yelled out, as your head pain worsened. As a result, your maneuver faltered slightly, almost imperceptible to the human eye. The titan noticed.
It lashed a large hand out again, attempting to grab you, but it accidentally slapped your body away. You cried out in pain, and you flew in the direction of your friends, hurtling towards the ground. You were falling so fast, and you felt yourself grow dizzy from being chucked around so much in the last five minutes.
Eren yelled out your name, a whimper stuck in his throat at the sight of your almost lifeless body spiraling downwards. Jean’s eyes widened, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to make it in time.
Levi’s heart stopped upon witnessing the titan slap your body with so much force. You were plummeting towards the ground at an impossible speed, and he didn’t even think twice before withdrawing his ODM gear’s hooks and diving towards you within the blink of an eye. His cape flew behind him, and a determined glint had overtaken his angry features.
You had been bordering between consciousness and unconsciousness, yet the sight above you had been so clear that it almost felt as if everything was moving in slow motion. Your long hair flew around you, creating a curtain around your face, as you looked up at Levi. He had dived towards you, his jaw so tightly clenched. His muscular long arm began reaching out to you. The ground was quickly approaching, and you felt a sense of serenity at the sight of your Captain, despite your confusion and the severity of this situation.
“Levi,” you mumbled, smiling softly.
His face dropped upon seeing the calm expression on your face, and he willed himself to go faster, a number of expletive curses ringing through his head.
That damn titan. Did it know how small you were? How precious you were?
He spun himself slightly to gain momentum, and he saw you were just within reach. Levi confidently stretched his strong arm out even more, managing to wrap his hand around your arm. He swiftly pulled you into his chest, one arm wrapping around your waist, while the other hand cradled your head protectively against his broad chest. He swiftly flipped himself around to face his body upwards, further ensuring he’d take the majority of the blow in case you two ended up hitting the ground, and shot both of his ODM gear’s hooks into a nearby tree, propelling both of you away from the ground and towards the high branch. You fleetingly realized how familiar this position felt.
Once Levi safely landed, he kneeled, and supported your body against his thigh as he continued to hold you in his arms. He quickly looked over his shoulder, and could make out the sight of the titan falling to the ground. All the members of his squad seemed alive and well, so he turned his attention back to you. His eyes quickly darted over your face, desperately searching for any obvious injuries.
Your eyes fluttered open at the feeling of Levi running his hands through your hair and over your cheeks. The Levi in front of you was leagues different from the cool and composed one you had come to know. He had a frantic look in his eyes, his jaw clenched tightly, as he desperately peered down at you.
“Le… Levi?” You mumbled, your voice still a little hoarse from your recent infirmary stay.
“You are so precious to me, you hear me?” He lowly spoke, panic and anger and a whole plethora of emotions coloring his normally deadpan voice.
Your jaw fell open and you were almost positive you were suffering from a mean concussion, and this was a hallucination. “Wha—”
“You’re a fucking brat— an incredibly frustrating, resilient little brat— but you’re mine.”
You dazedly looked up at him, and you realized how close his face was to yours. His muscular chest was heaving up and down, and a small droplet of sweat dripped down from his hairline. Levi’s handsome features held nothing but adoration for you, and in that moment nothing could bring you down from the high you were experiencing. You felt his warm hands cup your cheek once more, a habit he seemed to be fond of.
“You want a fucking declaration of love? Here it is— if anything happens to you, I swear I’ll kill every titan on this piece of shit planet,” he spoke, surprisingly unbothered with how vulnerable he was being with you. He moved closer to you, his forehead nearly resting on your own. “I don’t give a fuck if you hate me or not. You’re mine, and I’m yours. And that’s all there is to it.”
Your hand creeped up to grasp the wrist of the hand that had been caressing your face, and you tightened your fingers around it. He froze, momentarily wondering if you were rejecting his confession, and he internally groaned at the thought.
There’d be no coming back from this one.
“You’re mine?” You shakily asked, a gloriously beautiful smile slowly gracing your features.
“That’s what I said,” he mumbled, attempting to conceal how lovestruck he felt at your smile.
“After… after we get home and I get some medical attention, you’re going to have to kiss me, alright? I’m—”
You were cut off by his lips pressing against your own. Your eyes fluttered shut, and you relished in the soft feeling of his lips molding against yours. You felt an indescribable warmth erupt in your chest, and you whimpered against Levi’s lips. His kiss was soft and warm, a huge contrast to the Levi from this past month. He pulled away just as quickly as he had bent down.
“One for the road,” he simply explained, glancing down at you. He internally smirked at the pretty blush coloring your cheeks— he was always fond of the sight.
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“You’re not serious.”
“Do I look like I’m joking?”
You stifled your giggles at Levi’s straight face. Your expression still showed your disbelief at what he had just told you.
“I’m not an idiot, Levi, I know how some people look at me,” you laughed, rolling your eyes playfully.
“Even the Commander?”
“Oh, I’m working my way up through the ranks right now, can’t you tell?” You teased, gesturing down to your intertwined bodies, as you both faced each other in his warm bed.
“You’re funny, brat,” he deadpanned, no heat and all fondness as he affectionately pinched your cheeks.
You snuggled deeper into his chest, savoring the warmth that you were enveloped in. You were wearing his shirt— still warm and smelling strongly of him— and you inhaled softly as your face pressed deeper into his chest. Somehow, the slight aftermath of your headache from the recent expedition began to dull slightly.
“I’m sorry again,” Levi murmured, softly cradling your head against his chest.
“Really? I couldn’t tell the first five hundred times you said so,” you teased, looking up at him. Your breath hitched at the sight of his face angled down towards you, dark wisps of hair falling over his eyes and structured face. Levi was so painfully handsome, you could feel your heart flutter.
His eyes were intense, and his guilt continued to stir within his stomach. Seemingly able to read his mind, you pressed a chaste kiss to his warm chest.
“Idiot,” you mumbled, “I really wouldn’t care if the King himself came up to me and proposed, and you know exactly why.”
“Humor me.”
“Terrifying guy, goes by the name of Humanity’s Strongest Soldier?”
He chuckled lowly, the deepness of his voice vibrating through his chest, and your insides turned to mush. Feeling relieved at successfully pulling Levi out of his little hole of guilt, you yawned softly. Your bruised ribs still ached at times, yet you ignored it this time to cuddle deeper into Levi, who was also on the verge of sleep.
He was sleepily looking down at you, observing your attempts to get comfortable in his embrace, and he softly smiled to himself. His muscular arms tightened around you, one of his hands coming to rest on the soft curve of your hip. He relished in the fact that sleep would be coming easily to him with you here. Levi had surprised himself with how easily he was able to show his affections toward you, and he chalked it up to that being further proof that you really were the only one for him.
He felt a warmth come from the sweet pang in his chest, and it spread throughout his entire body. Levi had learned to associate that feeling with you.
His eyes closed silently, and you pressed one last kiss to his chest.
“Precious,” he mumbled, “Precious little brat.”
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Under the Table
Ao3 Link: x
An N*FW levihan drabble
N*FW under the cut (obvs)
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Levi was preparing for his upcoming meeting with Commander Erwin. It was to be a short but cumulative discussion on Eren’s progress, both in his titan training and in his training as a scout.
The Captain had collected the relevant files and righted his cravat. A cup of steaming tea was grasped between the fingers of his left hand, which he sat neatly on his desk (on a coaster of course) before he rounded the piece of furniture and pulled back his chair, sitting promptly and without bothering to glance down.
There came a soft chuckle, and a tickle up the back of his calf. He jumped slightly in his seat, pushing his files forward across the desk and nearly spilling his tea. He glanced down, incensed at whatever prank the cadets thought they were pulling...
Hange was under his desk.
Hange was under his desk.
She was kneeling, patiently, a glimmer in her wine-colored eyes, a knowing smirk on her face. She pushed her glasses up her nose and they caught distractingly in the light which filtered through the window.
Hange was under his desk and her hands were running up this thighs, up to his hips then back towards his—
“I don’t have time for this,” Levi hissed, eyes darting between Hange and the door. “I have a meeting with Erwin. He’ll be here any minute now, you can’t… fuck.”
Hange squeezed his shaft through the front of his breeches. Lips brushing over the clothed head.��
“It sure doesn’t seem like you want me to leave,” Hange grinned up at him then winked.
“Hange I’m serious, we can’t—
There was a knock on the door, followed by a muffled, low, “Levi?”
“Fuck. Fine. Just don’t do anything stupid, alright? Just stay put.”
Hange laid another kiss against the front of his pants, eyes sparkling with mischief, “I promise.”
“Come in!” Levi called and at the same moment he thought; I’m screwed.
Erwin stepped through the door, shutting it gently behind him. In his hand was grasped a small notebook, clearly anticipating a routine report from his trusted Captain.
“Commander,” Levi inclined his head towards the tea as the older man sat across from him. “Tea?”
At that exact moment Hange unzipped his fly, mouthing his cock over his briefs. He glanced down with a scolding look onto to find her gazing up at him hungrily from beneath her lashes. His cock twitched.
“No thank you,” Erwin crossed his legs. “So, let’s get down to it. How is Eren performing in Hange’s experiments?”
Levi gave a hard swallow, trying his damndest to ignore Hange as she fished his hard cock out of his briefs. She gave it a few careful strokes, thumb pushing back his foreskin to fully expose the head.
Levi ground his teeth, but remained professional, “We’ve had middling results. It seems he can only transform so many times within a certain time period, otherwise his titan is deformed.”
Hange blew on the head of his dick and Levi nearly bit his tongue. Then she lapped at his slit, swiping up the precum that had beaded there. Her hand kept working on his shaft, agonizingly slow.
Levi felt a flush rising up his neck.
“Deformed how?” Erwin was looking down, taking notes for a moment.
“Um…” Levi disguised a pleasurable grunt as a cough, “Last time the lower half of the body was emaciated. Just skin and bones, no muscle. And Eren’s ass was hanging out the back.”
“I see,” Erwin jotted something down then glanced up. Hange popped the head of his cock into her mouth and began to suckle on it delicately, tongue swirling around his glans. “What does Hange have to say about this?”
If only he knew that the Section Commander was right there, under his desk with his cock in her mouth.
Levi’s nostrils flared and he shifted slightly, leaning forward as naturally as he could manage. He dropped a hand to his thigh while Hange sucked. Slowly, he slid it forward past her face, towards the back of her head.
“She isn’t quite sure what to think. She’s slowly been shifting her focus towards Eren’s hardening abilities.”
“In hopes of sealing the hole in Wall Maria?”
Levi let out a shuddering breath as Hange’s tongue traced along a throbbing vein in his shaft. His fingers laced gently into her hair, encouraging her to take more of his dick into her sucking mouth.
“I… ehem, I believe so, yes.”
“Are you alright, Captain?” Erwin quizzed, thick eyebrow cocked curiously. “You’ve gone quite red since I arrived.”
“Mmmyes,” Levi groused. He pushed Hange more insistently, easing her over his throbbing dick until her nose nestled into the downy hairs at his base. He touched the back of her throat and she was unable to contain a small gagging sound, which Levi covered by scooting his chair forward.
“I’m fine,” Levi said. “Just a little hot in here is all.”
Erwin gave him a skeptical look, “...alright. Just take the rest of the day off after this. I don’t need my Captain to come up sick.”
“Yessir,” Hange’s tongue swirled around his cock as it rested in her mouth. She was warming it for him now, unable to bob with his hand in her hair. He gave a squeeze at the back of her head, a warning of what was to come once Erwin left.
“How is his physical training going?” Erwin asked, consulting his notes again.
“He’s been exhausted from the titan training, so it’s difficult to say.” Levi sat back, feeling more confident that he was in control of the situation. His dick twitched in Hange’s mouth and she gave a gentle suck, hand rising up to fondle his balls.
“I assume he’s at least competent with the ODM gear?”
“Yes Comand—uh— Commander,” Hange had begun to make soft, nearly inaudible humming sounds around his dick. Vibrating his sensitive, swollen flesh. Her fingers toyed more insistently with his sac.
Erwin sat back, surprised, “Captain, are you sure everything is alright?”
“Now that you mention it,” Levi cleared his throat, digging his fingers harder into Hange’s scalp and pushing her hot, wet mouth more insistently against his cock. “I am beginning to feel a bit ill. Perhaps we could postpone this meeting until tomorrow?”
“No need,” Erwin said, slapping his notebook shut. For a brief moment Levi was afraid that they were caught. “I have everything I need. Get some rest, I’ll see you tomorrow at morning call.”
With that the Commander stood up to leave. Levi scooted his chair further forward, trapping Hange’s head between his muscular thighs as he tried to obscure the act of oral sex from Erwin’s view. Luckily the man only turned around once he reached the door, his expression was curious.
“You wouldn’t happen to know where Hange is, would you?” Erwin asked, raising a brow.
“Nope,” Levi replied, perhaps too curtly. “Definetly not in the fucking baths though.”
That earned him another, more insistent hum that vibrated down his aching cock. He was beginning to swell in her mouth, balls tightening up under her ministrations.
Erwin only hummed in reply, then shut the door behind him with a gentle click.
At once Levi was on his feet, pulling his sopping cock free of Hange’s seeking mouth. He held her down by her shoulder with one hand while he jerked himself off over her face with the other.
“What the fuck was that four-eyes,” He hissed through clenched teeth, abdomen and thighs going tense with impending pleasure. “You trying to get us fucking demoted for fraternizing, huh?”
Hange only moaned, wriggling her body slightly and craning her neck so her face was positioned directly beneath his angry red dick. He slapped her cheeks with it, leaving an obvious wet spot on her tanned skin.
“Fuck!” Levi snarled, throwing his head back as his cock began to pulse and white hot ropes of his semen shot across Hange’s prominent features. It criss-crossed the jut of her nose and dirtied the lenses of her glasses.
Hange grinned, licking it off of her lips.
“But that was awesome, right?” She leaned forward and kissed the tip of his softening cock.
“Fuck, four-eyes,” Levi panted. Then he leaned over and hoisted her up by her armpits, sitting her on his desk. He kissed her lips, then her chin, then lowered his mouth to her throat.
“Oh,” Hange moaned softly as he descended down her body, thumbs hooking into her waistband. “Oh.”
He returned the favor, thoroughly.
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Attack on Titan One Shot Kinktober
#9 Double Penetration Eren Jaeger x Fem Reader x Jean Kirstein
CW: Oral, hickeys, Sex, exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Unprotected Sex, possessiveness, Creampie.
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The three of you sat on your couch bored of your minds as you watched tv. Jean was the first to break his silence “what the hell are we even doing, why are you guys so boring today”
You and Eren stared at him as he stood up “I’ll be back” you wasted no time climbing into his lap and straddling him. “Y/n he’s going to be any minute” Eren whispered into your ear, hissing when you moved your hips. “So, I wanted him to join us this time” you giggled. “Interesting you picked him of all people and here I thought you would for sure pick Reiner” Eren said, pecking your lips before tugging at your bottom lip. You knew Jean was already watching catching a glimpse of him before he hid himself behind a wall.
Kissing erens neck you whispered telling him that Jean was watching. A wide smirk growing on his face. Eren and you suspected that Jean was listening in on the two of you having sex every time you did it but you finally caught Jean actually watching turned the both of you on. Eren’s cock twitched beneath you as you grinder against him.
Groping your ass in his hands he squeezed, making you whine. “Shh shh, don’t be too loud now” Eren Cooed into your ear, kissing down your neck, stopping and suckling on one spot leaving a hickey behind. He made your body move by dragging your hips, your thin tights already getting soaked through “E-Eren” you moaned. Putting your head back, Eren attacked your neck leaving behind marks and teeth marks. Your moans filling the room as he continued dragging your body against his before he got annoyed and ripped your tights apart “Mmm No panties? Were you expecting this to happen babe. You know I can’t resist you when you wear that short shirt and leggings” Eren said placing his head against your chest and pulling your body closer.
“Your turn” you spoke up, reaching below you, you unzipped his pants pulling his cock out of his boxers. Taking it in your hand and stroking it up and down before playing with the tip “F-fuck y/n. Rub your sweet pussy on me” Eren said in between breaths, he would've pulled you in himself to he enjoyed watching you do all the work.
His cock brushing up against your cunt you purposely let the tip go in only a bit teasing him before pulling it back out. He bit at your neck moaning on it. Eren loves the feeling of how your cunt firmly clenched around his cock every time he was inside. He couldn’t wait any longer lifting you into his arms and walking you towards the bedroom, Eren didn’t even look at Jean when he walked past “come on Jean” Eren huffed, before plopping you down onto the bed.
Jean stared at how your breasts bounced and watched Eren take a nipple into his mouth and suck while the other hand squeezed the other. ���J-Jean” you managed to get out. Your eyes set on his, hud cheeks blushing “what? shouldn’t you be mad I’m watching?” He wasn’t aware you had seen him earlier so he didn’t want you to think he heard you say you wanted him to join you and Eren. “Come here” you said, wincing when Eren took your nipple back in his mouth, swirling his tongue over it and pinching at the other. “This is your free pass” Eren whispered into your ear.
Jean joined the both of you on the bed sitting by your head. He watched Eren dip between your thighs leaving marks behind, his tongue lolling out and giving kitten licks to your clit. Your moans luring Jean closer and closer to you, his lips softly peaked yours before he kissed down your neck and stopped at your nipple. Slipping his tongue out and flicking the raised nub.
Eren slipped his tongue inside your cunt while his thumb pressed against your clit moving it around with the rhythm he was going. Jean unzipped his pants, taking his cock out and stroking it “so big” you said, looking up at him with hooded eyes. Eren rolled his eyes picking his head up from your cunt and getting over your body, his face inches from yours he sloppy kissed your lips before returning to his spot between your legs.
There was no way he was going to let Jean enjoy your pretty pussy. Taking his cock out he teased your entrance slapping the tip against it. A moan dragged from your throat from the stimulation of Jean playing with your nipples and Eren preparing your body for him.
“More” you panted, you reached for Jeans cock stroking it with your hand lolling out your tongue and licking the tip. Jean moaned our your name as you continued to take him inch by inch till he was flat against your mouth. Eren stuffed you full of his cock at once making you scream but it was only muffled on Jeans dick, the vibration driving him inside.
Eren loved the way you looked, so cock hungry he knew you’d be asking for seconds once he was done with you. His hips rutting into yours each time he pulled out and slammed back into you. “E-Eren!” You moaned, asking taking Jean dick out of your mouth. He hissed at the lack of stimulation but your hand still pumped him.
“Awe baby don’t tell me you have to cum already?” Eren teased, he angled himself different to make his cock go inside differently, each thrust going deeper and deeper making your cunt squeeze around his cock. The knot in your stomach forming and right about to snap. Jean combed through your hair with his fingers which encouraged you to keep going, you hollowed out your cheeks when you continued to suck him off.
A few more licks to his tip and he was done for, cumming all over your face and breasts, Jean plopped onto the bed laying down to catch his breath.
Eren kept his steady pace slamming his cock into you he felt your walls begin to clench on him and he knew you were almost there. Your thighs shook as Erens cock hit your G spot repeatedly “f-fuck there’s that feeling I love so much, cum on my cock y/n” He huffed.
Your body listening to his command you came around his dick, milking him of everything he had. Throwing his head back he slammed his hips into you one more time before spilling his seed into you and holding steady in hopes it could stick even tho you were on the pill. Maybe then you wouldn’t get the idea to invite another man into your sex life.
Eren kissed your forehead before laying down next to you, putting his arms over your body and dragging you into his embrace. Jean passed out and you were on your way to join him “y/n, I love you. But don’t ever pick horseface again” he chuckled.
Needless to say you never did invite another man to join because right after Jean left for the night Eren pounded into your cunt endlessly making you scream out who you belonged to only.
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Zeke Yeager relationship headcanons
note: okay so don't even try to come at me for these, they're called hcs for a reason. It's canon in MY head and that's that. Also this is how I cope with the real attack on titan manga bc isayama did Zeke dirty and I simply will not be accepting that anytime soon so have this better version of Zeke's life in the modern day AU k bye mwah I hope u enjoy
another note: I dont know how to use tumblr so this is gonna be real messy i apologize for that
Wordcount: 600(ish)
Warnings: cursing. also last one kinda contains some implied NSFW so skip that one if you need to. The rest is all domestic/fluff. reader is NOT underage.
-He spends all of the brief free moments he has throughout his busy days on the balcony. Smoking or not he just likes to enjoy those short 15 minutes breaks outside somehow; bonus points if you’re there with him. Y’all would just sit in comfortable silence either sitting down, stretching an arm out from time to time to reach the ashtray or just leaning over the railing and looking at whatever is going on underneath it.
-It’s been established that his favourite anime is Cowboy Bepop and he only likes old school anime so that’s what’s on tv playing in the background most of the time. I picture he lives alone (since Eren decided to stay in the college dorms) and he’s probably in grad school for some subject like chemistry or physics.
Back to the topic tho, you come over for lunch almost everyday and find him in the kitchen, using his hands to cook but his brain is focused on whatever anime he put on tv. (Yikes…not really a good thing. Burnt multiple meals and almost set the house on fire once.) You’d think he’d have the news on or History channel because that’s what millennials do but he hears about the news on social media nowadays.
Speaking of food, he also jokingly complains about ‘having to feed you’ but then always asks if you want more because he makes extra all the time to make sure you’re full. He’s actually pretty bummed when he has to eat alone because you’re not there to fill the silence with your gossip or to listen to him ramble about his day.
-Road trips to the beach are a must whenever he has a day off; during whatever season really. Wether y’all just stay in the car and blast some tunes while you look at the sea cause it’s too cold or you take long walks on the shore holding hands, it doesn’t matter. He just likes your company and looking at the sea breeze molding the waves. It’s simple moments like these where he considers himself the luckiest man alive.
-Whenever you don’t see him for a couple days because you’ve both been busy, you can sense that he’s missing you through his texts, even if he doesn’t say it out loud. You try to do that corny shit where you keep texting him while you’re on your way over to his place and then pop out a “let me in I’m at your door❤️” but his lazy ass just hits you back with a “you have the damn key just come in I dont wanna get outta bed💀”. Like okay bitch at least appreciate the effort, damn.
You know he does tho. He may not say it but he shows it when you crawl in his bed and he wraps you in his arms tightly and gives you kisses on your forehead and on your temple and on your cheek and finally captures your lips in a long sloppy kiss. He’s the type of person that shows his love through actions rather than words (INTP shit) because he uses his words to be a sarcastic little cunt instead.
-Yeah he has a dirty mouth when it comes to petty comebacks and talking shit but it comes in handy whenever you’re in public and he wants to see your cheeks flush red as he whispers pure filth in you ear. He knows what he’s doing and he knows it turns you on immediately because you like a challenge, especially because you reciprocate the energy even when you’re caught off guard. You even take it a step further and place your hand on his thigh under the table which he stops from going further up by trapping it between his legs. He knows you’re capable of jerking him off then and there. Shit, he’d be up for it if it wasn’t for the conscious side of his mind that's telling him the consequences of public indecency. This is gonna have to wait till you guys get in his car (that he parked in a sheltered spot for various reasons: one being his intentions for the night ;)
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3 Sum (Levi x Reader x Eren)
Happy (late) Valentine’s Day! This is my first time writing for AOT. Here is some LevixReaderxEren smut. I have never wrote anything like this. Seriously, this is some of the smuttiest thing I have ever written. I can’t believe this is a thing. Anyways, enjoy. Please like and reblog if you did enjoy it. If this gets enough love, I’ll write part 2.
Submitted by: Anonymous
Parining: Levi/Reader/Eren
Warning: Blow Job, degradation, angst, voyeurism, three-way, vaginal penetration, just holy hell smut, use of sir
Levi pressed your face deeper into the mattress inside his personal barrick. The captain’s fingers dipped up and down your already wet slit as he collected any slick you produced. You don’t remember when you became the Captain’s personal sex toy but that’s what happened every night this week.
“C-captain,” you groan as you feel yourself tighten around nothing. Your body leaning back in hopes of Levi giving any pleasure beyond his own. Levi relished in the idea of you begging for his cock. It was his favorite part of the day to watch you squirm and rock back on his calloused hands.
Levi spent extra time focusing on the bundle of nerves that caused you to curse his name. Enough friction to gain a significant buzz but not enough to get a release. Edging had become a hobby of his. His fingers were skilled enough to find the delicate spot deep within you. With each curl or thrust of the two longest fingers sent stars spinning behind your eyes.
“Goin’ be a good girl for your captain?” growled Levi. You found yourself gripping the bedsheets in hopes he’d give into your requests for some release.
Your breathless pleas fell on deaf ears as his fingers tantalizingly played circles around your clit. His touches left shivers up and down your spine. “I’m your good girl.” Levi never let you call him by his name even in these intimate moments. It was still captain or sir. “‘Want your cock, sir.”
Levi tsked before removing the belt attached to his pants. The buckle clinking as it is undone. The sound of leather being pulled against fabric permeated the air. He always took his time with each article of clothing on his body. It was a way of taunting you without actually touching.
You could feel your slick wetting your thighs without Levi’s touch. It was all excitement for what would be happening. Levi’s hand found your hip which meant he had removed every barrier between the two of you. This was confirmed by the tip of your captain’s cock teasing in between your cheeks.
You were his toy and he was going to take every moment he could to fuck you. “Captain,” you whine before a harsh slap hits your right cheek. You sharply inhaled in hopes of the stinging pain was quickly subside.
“You know I set the pace,” he mumbled. His cock leaked precum all over your entrance which, in turn, mixed with your own lubricant. “The more you plead, the longer I’ll be.” His voice was raspy from the premature excitement of it all. Another sting hits the other cheek followed by the same grunt from your own lips.
Before Levi could fulfill his promise to fuck you raw, the knob on the door jiggled. Your eyes shot up from your face firmly planted into the mattress to see none other than Eren Yeager standing at the door frame.
His normally expressionless face held a smirk before he leaned against the frame. “Well look what I found here.” Embarrassment heated up your face as you tried to bury it in the already low mattress. Your and Levi’s nudeness was apparent to everyone in the room. Getting caught in such a lewd act was not only embarrassing but degrading.
“Get out of here Yeager,” growled the Captain. His dick was still placed firmly on your ass cheeks as if it was a spitting contest between the two. There were few words spoken between the two but you could feel the tension growing in the air. You heard the door closing which made me finally sit up using your hands only to find yourself facing the same man as before. A tent was growing in his tight pants. He hadn’t moved from the same position as before except for the fact the door was firmly closed behind him.
Eren’s eyes looked me up and down once again. It was as if he was taking in the beautiful scene before him. He clicked his tongue before a hand touched the outline of his dick.
“You know, Captain,” grumbles Eren as he undoes the belt hooked onto his waist with one of his hands. “I don’t really give a shit what you want me to do. What are you going to do if I don’t listen?” His words dripped with insincerity and a hint of maliciousness. “Hit me again?”
“You better listen to me Yeager,” growls Levi. His cock still teases the slit of your cunt as if to put a show for both you and the uninvited guest. “Leave now before-”
“Before what?” asks the younger scout member. “Afraid I’ll fuck your girl better than you?” Eren takes this moment to drop the ODM gear to the floor. He pushed back the fly away hairs from in front of his face. Levi’s teasing increased as he only put the tip in you. Your pussy fluttered at any semblance of being filled. A soft whine escaped your mouth as a plea for more stimulus; however, your eyes were glued to the man in front of you.
Eren chuckled before undoing each button as slowly as possible. Every snap left less and less to be imagined. Scars and muscles appeared underneath the thin cloth. He stopped halfway only to place his hand under your chin and lift so you’re face to face with the titan. “Seems like you’re a greedy little slut. Drooling over me when his cock will be inside soon enough.” His thumb placed on your cracked lips.
Levi took this opportunity to thrust completely inside. Eren’s thumb slid into your mouth from the pressure; causing you to bite the already tender skin. “Fuck,” grunted the two men for different reasons.
“You did that on purpose, Captain,” mumbled the brunette before pulling away his hand. Levi pulled a whine from you as he pulled his length out of you as slowly as possible to maximize both your pleasure. Eren, on the other hand, stood while sucking on his slightly bruised thumb. This didn’t deter the hovering man as he leaned down to press his spit slicked lips against your own.
A trail of spit was left between the two of you as you parted ways. Levi’s grip on your waist dug into the supple skin. Fingernails leaving imprints before pulling you back to meet his own hips. Your boobs bouncing harshly against your own skin. “You really don’t want me touching your girl.” Eren’s words were taunts against his commanding officer.
Levi’s thrusts met your hips sharply. Each pounding earned a resounding moan that escaped your lips. Drool dripped from your lips onto the comforter. Eren pulled off his shirt to show every muscle he’d sculpted over the years of training. The strip show was for your eyes only.
Your vision became a blurry mess as Levi’s hips agonizingly met your own. His pace was a frighteningly angry one. “Don’t watch him,” he growled; however, his command didn’t seem to be enforced as Eren removed his pants. All that was left was the bulge imprint in his boxers.
Your hand absentmindedly reached out to touch the thick length. The silent plea was accepted as Eren pulled the waistband down to reveal his length. A thick and veiny one that bounced up from its escape. “Looks like your bitch wants me too,” taunts the titan. “How about we breed this bitch together to see who's better?”
Levi didn’t respond. His anger was being taken out on you. Each thrust left an imprint on your insides. His fingers were leaving thick bruises and scars on your hips.
Eren gripped your hair and tugged so you were face to face with his member. It is only inches away from your mouth. His dick was red and sweating its own precum. Your hand moves to touch his length. You run your thumb over his tip to collect the precum to slick your hand. This got a harsh response from the titan.
“Watch her whore mouth,” grunted Levi. His pursuit of carving his cock inside you hadn't expired; however, he moved one of his hands to abuse your sensitive clit. “Once inside you’ll cum quickly.” His warning was more for Levi himself. He had to focus on something else because his own organsm was building.
“Good to know,” said Eren. You pushed your hand up and down his length in hopes of eliciting a response. You were rewarded with a grunt and slight buck of his hips. A few more movements of your hand were rewarded with the same response. “Fuck your hands are good.”
You rewarded his praise with your tongue licking a strip on his tip and shoving him all the way in your mouth. Levi took that moment to punish you by pushing harshly on your hips so that you gagged on the already hard to fit cock.
Eren gripped your hair tighter before pulling out his salival cover cok out of your mouth. You coughed and gasped for air; yet, none was given as Eren pushed himself back in the same time Levi fucked you from behind.
Levi and Eren’s pursuit of punishment was a brutal excuse to fuck you harder. Levi used his fingers to massage your clit and fuck every inch inside of you. Eren used his hands to drag his own pleasure from you.
Lewd, labored breathing filled the room along with your own gagging. It was as if they were impalining you on their cocks. Spit covered your mouth along with making a pile on the mattress. Your tongue outstretched to make room for Eren’s dick to slide in easier.
Levi’s fingers were enough to make you cum. You cried against Eren’s length while seeing stars. Your pussy squeezed against Levi’s length. It created a delicious fluttering which dragged out Levi’s own orgasm. He spilled his warm cum deep within you. Each push sent more of his seed deep within you. Levi continued to push into you in hopes to continue each of your oragsms much longer. His finger still hadn’t left yoru clit.
Eren’s dick had yet to be spent but he was getting close. His rhythm became haphazard and quick. Tears pricked your eyes and sent mascara running down your face. Eren came not long after down your throat.
“Don’t swallow,” growled Eren. His words were lost in his own orgasm. A few “fucks” left his lips as he pushed his cock deeper. Spirts of warm, salty cum fell onto your tongue. Eren fucked his own hand until each and every drop was out of his system.
Levi pulled out of your pussy leaving a trail of cum dripping from your pussy which made you shiver from the lack of warmth. His hands left your waist which made your fall against the bed. Eren chuckled before gripping your jaw. “Show me.” You open your tongue to show his cum that was still placed in your mouth. A little dribbled out of the side. He used his bruised thumb to wipe away the excess.
“You let some escape,” growled Eren. “Your bitch doesn’t seem to listen well.”
“She listens to me,” says Levi. Sweat dripping from his forehead before pulling you back so that your back meets his chest. “Swallow for me, darling.” You obey his orders. Levi takes this opportunity to kiss your lips. While it may seem like a romantic gesture, it was to claim his property. “See.”
Eren smirked while moving the stray, wet hairs away from his forehead. “I’d ask who’s dick you liked better but I’d much rather see what it's like to be buried deep within your tight pussy. I doubt Captain filled you up well enough.”
“Or I can kick your ass and keep her for myself.”
“Afraid, Capitan?” asked the titan.
Levi smirked while trailing a single finger down your frame. “Not in the slightest, Yeager. Ready for round two darling?”
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the thin line between hope and despair
yelena x gn! reader
synopsis: you’re in love with yelena, and she feels nothing for for you. constant hook-ups and faded morals = very messy feelings
tags/warnings: nsfw, some smut?, angst, unrequited love, one-sided feelings, fuck buddies
word count: 2.5k
a/n: for my my sweet bby girl @brandmeyelena <3
Yelena knows what she’s doing with you isn’t right — on so many fucking levels. Taking advantage of your utter desperation for her over and over again when she knows damn well that she couldn’t care less about you. It wasn’t fair, especially for you, but she just couldn’t really find it in herself to feel sorry for someone so pitiful. You were so willing to devote yourself to her in exchange for mere crumbs of her affection, and it was pathetic. You left a sour taste in her mouth, a taste of sorrow and complete wretchedness, but you were also the perfect distraction. The perfect relief from all of her stress and all of her responsibilities with the volunteers. She was tired, and you were just so damn desperate to make her feel better — so how could she refuse? The answer was simple, she couldn’t.
That exact thought process is what landed her here today, with her fingers around your throat and your eyes rolled back into your head. She knows you love it too, being used like this — the way your cheeks grow flushed and your eyes get foggy when she cuts off the circulation to your brain. But she doesn’t do it for you — Yelena enjoys these things just as much as you do, her power hungry ego being fervently stroked by dominating you like this. Pinning you underneath of her and giving you orders made her feel in control — and that was perfect, because god knows she isn’t in control of anything else in her life right now.
Get down, she’d hiss at you, pointing to the floor with her long, slender index finger. Your pathetic frame would sink to your knees instantly, wordlessly doting to her every command. She’d lean back on her shoulders, her hips propped on the edge of the bed, and give you an expectant look. You know what to do. Do it, her voice would snarl, her empty eyes swirling with hunger. You’d feverishly obey, launching yourself forward and graciously opening your mouth for her pussy. You were dedicated to your craft, taking your time and ensuring that your tongue consumed every inch of her. Yelena’s head would fall back and, raspy, wet noises gurgled from her throat. She was entirely consumed by this twisted bliss — and she was a horrible monster for letting you do these things to her, but she felt far too good to care.
So now here you were, your tongue buried deep inside her while you worked desperately to make her feel better. She was quieter than usual today — the only things to leave her lips were small groans and half-assed insults. Things like the occasional “faster” while she pulled your hair, or “stupid slut” when you weren’t doing things quite right. The slander only made you work harder however, and honestly anything that came out of the blonde woman’s mouth was music to your ears. You stared up at her with rose-colored glasses, living in a delusional world where you truly believed Yelena cared about you.
It was a dreadfully fucked up dynamic — this relationship the two of you had, if it could even be called that. One of you lived in a terrible fantasy of what could be and the other was practically incapable of feeling human emotions. It was truly only a matter of time before the world started burning around the two of you.
A very short matter of time.
Yelena was spasming underneath of you now, warm juices and shaky convulsions racking through her body and into your mouth. You drove your tongue deep against her contracting walls, your eyes squeezed shut. A disgustingly sticky mixture of her fluids and your own saliva dripped down your chin as you finally pulled away, a bitter taste hanging on your tongue.
And Yelena was always quick to leave, she never stuck around any longer than she had to. She came, she came, and then she’d pull shitty excuses out of her ass as to why she needed to leave so soon. Those reasons more often than not consisted of one person — Zeke Yeager. Whether or not there was something romantic between the two, or if she was just highly devoted to him, you could never tell. You weren’t even sure if you wanted to know, honestly, because the answer might just break your heart.
Why don’t you stay tonight, Lena? You looked over at her as she pulled her trousers up her long, gangly legs. You craved something deeper with her, something more than just occasional casual sex — but it was really too bad that she didnt reciprocate those feelings at all. Sorry, there's a meeting tonight. I have to go. She’d respond, her voice dull as she carelessly brushed you off and slipped on her boots.
Will Zeke be there? Your voice always got low when you talked about him, but you made intentional efforts to hide the jealousy in your tone. Of course he’ll be there, he is the leader, she’d state dully as if this was obvious, and maybe it was, but it still made your chest ache.
You spend a lot of time with him lately, even outside of meetings, you’d state your observations out loud for the first time. Confrontation wasn’t something you enjoyed, and you certainly weren’t any good at explaining your feelings either. But your heart was starting to nag you lately, and you needed to voice your opinions before it was too late.
We’re preparing for a war, her eyes grew incredibly narrow, try not to make such selfish accusations right now. The words were like daggers of guilt stabbing between your ribs. Yelena had a way with words — a shiny silver tongue that always made you believe what she said without a doubt. You started to believe that you were being selfish — after all the war was very real and Yelena was very involved, that's probably all it was.
You’re right, I’m sorry. I just wish you were around more. Your voice was much quieter now, shame and remorse churning in your stomach -- maybe you would have been better off not saying anything at all.
We’re busy. You have to understand where I’m coming from here. It’s hard for me to make time right now, she’d continue to spew nonsense into your impressionable ears. She didn’t like that you were starting to question her, not at all. She’d say whatever you needed to hear to keep you around at this point — she didn’t plan on losing her little fuck-toy anytime soon. If you needed a little affection to keep you complacent, then she’d just need to put on a little show for you.
Come here, I’m sorry, her tone grew softer, but not at all sincere. You helplessly sunk into her spindly arms, and she pulled you tight to her chest. Just hold on until after the war, okay? Once we make the world a better place, we can do whatever you want.
More false hope, false promises, and false reassurance. The war would be brutal, you’d probably die at some point in a terrible event of collateral damage. You’d die and then Yelena would never need to fulfil her empty promises -- it was that easy, and you’d never know the difference.
That sounds nice, you’d smile, your heart warming at the idea of living in a free world with Yelena by your side. You fell ignorantly for her words, missing every single warning sign and every single red flag. Maybe if you’d noticed the subtle darkness in her eyes, the strain in her tone, or the way she hugged you a little too roughly, you could have saved yourself from the ensuing heartbreak. Or maybe if you had realized that with you being a scout and her being a follower of Zeke, it was unlikely that the two of you would ever work out. But you stupidly refused to consider any of these things, and it was going to cost you your heart.
That fateful memory was a few months ago, and now the both of you were in Marley, anxiously waiting for Eren’s plan to unfold. You were partnered with your friend Connie, his lips twisting into a thin line as the two of you hid in the shadows on top of an industrial building. You were incredibly capable with your 3dm gear, and even more capable with the new gun technology, but you were practically useless with your head in its current state. You watched the streets with fervent eyes, dashing them up and down nearby alleyways and hoping for any sign of Yelena. The attack hadn’t even started yet, but not knowing her whereabouts made you incredibly uneasy. She was probably wherever Zeke was, of course, but you liked to think that wherever she was, she was worried about you too.
Yelena was hiding in plain sight, dressed in a traditional Marleyan Army uniform with fake facial hair wrapped around her chin. She did as she was ordered, trapping two of the titan shifters in a large hole and then retreating back to her position. She was focused solely on her task, and on Zeke and how she could ensure his safety, and honestly, the thought of you hadn’t crossed her mind once tonight.
When Eren’s attack came, it came suddenly and violently -- and it was like nothing you’ve ever seen before, or at least not since the colossal and armored titans attacked so many years ago. Before you could even take in the horrifying scene in front of you, Connie was grabbing your hand and ushering you to run, the two of you taking off with your 3dm gear. You couldn’t stop your eyes from wandering as your body swung through the air, frantically searching the streets for the tall, blonde woman who owned your heart. But maybe you should have paid less attention to finding her, and more attention to where you were going.
Connie’s shrill scream shook you to your core, and at first you didn’t even notice the array of guns pointed right at the two of you. A group of Marleyan soldiers were lined up atop a building, every single nozzle of their firearms preparing to shoot at you and Connie. Your friend shot his gear downwards, swooping underneath the scope of the guns and shouting at you to follow him. And you tried, you really did, but you were horribly distracted and accidentally shot your gear into the very edge of a building. The hook crumbled the corner of the building and was unable to secure itself, sending you hurling to the ground beneath you. Your breath was wiped clean from your chest as you smacked against the ground, dust and dirt filling your lungs. Connie was forced to swing up onto a higher building, narrowly avoiding the bullets and unable to come down after you. Your bones ached as you peeled yourself off the ground, looking up just to see pieces of rubble hurling towards you. What the FUCK, Eren? You silently cursed out that irresponsible titan boy, scrambling to avoid the giant chunks of building that were quickly getting closer.
You thought you’d made it, your heart beat gushing in your ears as you launched yourself towards another building, only to be knocked back down by a slab of broken concrete. Pained yelps squeezed out from your throat as your body fell helplessly back to the ground. This fall did a number on you, your ears ringing and your head pounding with a dull pain. The large piece of rubble had crashed into one of your legs, rendering your leg immobile and absolutely crushing your gear. Connie couldn’t help you, not when saving you guaranteed his own demise — you needed to do this on your own, unless-
“Yelena!” You called out to the towering woman who was stumbling towards you. Her arm was wrapped around an injured Zeke, and she was working hard to carry him to safety. Levi must have rocked his shit again, you’d have to thank him for that if you made it out of this alive.
Yelena stopped momentarily when she saw your mangled leg, but not even an ounce of concern crossed her determined face. She looked you up and down, and then glanced down at Zeke as if she was weighing her options.
“I’m sorry,” She shot you a horribly unsypathetic look, dragging her gaze away from you and hurrying off with the injured blonde boy.
It was so simple, so short, and there wasn't the smallest hint of remorse in her voice. Your brain couldn’t process how easy it was for her to leave you there, your mouth hanging open in a small “o”. You would give your life for Yelena, and she didn’t even blink when you were faced with certain death — and that’s when it all started to set in. The delusional facade that you’d imagined between the two of you was shattering, small pieces of glass memories crashing and crumbling around you. The cruel owner of your pitiful heart felt nothing for you, and it had taken this long for you to finally realize.
All of the days and nights the two of you spent entangled in each other's arms had meant nothing. All of the time you spent with your lips locked against hers and her large hands caressing your body had been devoid of anything more than lust for her. Terrible embarrassment washed up inside of you as you recalled all of the sinful things you did for this cold-hearted, unfeeling woman.
Your motivation to fight was gone, your eyes locked onto Yelena’s tall figure as she ran further away and out of view. She’d picked Zeke over you again, she always did, and she always would. She practically worshiped him, like he was some kind of fucked up, twisted god. You weren’t sure why you ever thought you could compete with that.
In the midst of your complete breakdown, a firm arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you into the air. Connie had come back for you, cold air stinging your face as the two of you shot up to the safety of a tall, nearby building.
“Fuck, y/n, stop being so careless! And I hope you’ll finally give up on that lanky bitch after she walked right past you like that,” he let out an exasperated breath, slumping behind a large brick wall.
“Sorry… thank you,” you mumbled, “You really shouldn’t have risked your life like that”.
“No, but that’s what people are supposed to do when they care about each other. Is it finally sinking in, that she's been using you for the past year? I tried to tell you so many time-,” He continued to ramble on in frustration.
Every one of his words poured salt into your already burning wounds, tears beginning to leak from your eyes. Yelena didn’t care about you, she never did — she’d never even sacrificed time for you, never mind compromising her or Zeke’s safety for you. And you were stupidly ignorant to ever think that she saw you as more than a toy she used to pass the time.
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Mission Complete Ch. 1
You had two goals in life. One: Complete your squad training without dying. Two: Fuck Levi Ackerman
Pairings: Levi/f!reader
Warnings: Swearing, eventual smut, lmk if I need to add anything~
You really had no idea what the fuck prompted you to join the military. Maybe it was to find some redeeming grace in the eyes of your dying mother, maybe it was because you wanted a life with as much stability as one could muster, maybe it was because you just fucking hated farming.
Whatever it was, you wished to any God that would listen that you would have buried it in the ground along with the countless friends and family members you had lost to the Titans.
The first week of the cadet corps was everything you knew you would hate and more. Between the foul smelling breath of the commandant threatening to make you puke up the bread you had managed to steal, to working your body to the point of sneaking away from one on one combat to puke behind the bushes, after seven days you had almost decided that maybe digging in the dirt for the rest of your miserable life wasn't so bad.
There was only one thing stopping you from making your own walk of shame to the wagon of regret.
Levi Ackerman.
AKA the man you fantasized about every night when you managed to find enough strength to finger yourself below the covers.
He was a couple of inches shorter, true, but you were willing to break your rule of not fucking anyone shorter than you for him.
You had only see him twice in your life by complete chance, the first had been when you happened to be by the gates in time to see the Scouts returning from what was undoubtably another failed mission, and you decided that what the hell, might as well have a look at Humanity's Strongest in the flesh. Granted, it hadn't been his best day; his green cloak was splattered with what could only have been the blood of his comrades as it didn't look as if he had a single scratch on him, but he looked like a god, albeit one that had just gotten his ass kicked out of heaven. His eyes seemed to be sunken in, and even from how far away you were you found yourself shivering from the intensity of his dead gaze. You weren't sure what possessed you to lift your hand as he eyes moved through the crowd, looking for whom, you didn't know, or what possessed him to raise those eyes to you, but you found yourself lost in haunted silver as you gave a soft wave. The way he seemed to look straight through you, not even seeing you even as you stared at each other, was enough to convince you that you needed to do whatever it took to see this man again.
You enlisted the start of the next week.
The second time was completely by chance.
Everyone was desperate for military recruits, and desperate times called for desperate calls to important people to make appearances in front of people that were well, not very important.
Erwin Smith, Dot Pixis, Nile Dawk, Levi Ackerman, Hange Zoe, Rico Brzenska, and even Darius Zackly graced the entrance ceremony of the new Cadets, and you thanked whatever bone in your body made you a teacher's pet because you had a front row seat to the man that had plagued your thoughts every single day in the past week. His appearance was brief and he didn't speak, just stared at the fresh faces, some cocky, some blank, but mostly terrified new recruits, and you could have sworn that you saw a tinge of sadness hidden in the silver, as if he could already foresee the deaths of everyone in front of him. He followed after Erwin immediately after the blond gave his speech about thanking you all for making the decision to serve humanity and you fought the urge to roll your eyes. 'I'm not doing this for humanity, I'm doing this for dick,' you thought as you signed your life away to this shit camp for the next two years.
How one man who was fucking shorter than you managed to convince you to trade the next 728 days, 14 hours, 37 minutes, and 15 seconds of your life for physical and emotional hell was beyond you, and yet here you were, standing proud and slightly hungover from the pre-graduation celebrating you did with Eren, Mikasa, and Armin the night before. They hadn't initially been your first choice in friends, but Armin was nice to you from the start and once you very quickly learned that flirting with Eren in front of Mikasa was not in your best interest, you had decided that they were alright; especially when Eren's Titan form had been revealed. If anyone was going to have to get close enough to keep an eye on Eren, it would be Captain Levi.
The very man you were thinking of walked on the stage along with Nile Dawk, Dot Pixis, and Erwin Smith as the three took turns giving their pitch. You hadn't made the top 10 but were happy for your friends that were, you were content with your place as 13th. In a class of over 500, you still considered it a win, and if your parents were still alive you knew they'd be proud. As the remaining members of the top 10 who had opted to join the elitest MP's went off to talk to Nile and the other scared fucks ran off to sign themselves to the Garrison regiment, you and around a hundred other members stayed where you were and you licked your lips, forcing your heart rate to calm itself. 'Calm down, you can't work your way up to fucking the strongest man in the world if you die of heart attack before-'
"Listen up you little shits."
Oh my God he was speaking you've never heard his voice before it's so fucking-
"Most of you are going to die. Are you prepared for that?"
Ah, so Humanity's Strongest was a sweet talker.
"Erwin is making me come up here and talk, so we're all going to pretend that I'm saying some meaningful bullshit. But here's the truth: If you aren't strong, you will die, and it will be painful. Imagine the thought of seeing your childhood friend's entrails being slurped up like spaghetti by a Titan, while the entire time he's conscious enough to reach his hand out for you, and you are able to do nothing for him because you spent exactly one second hesitating, or you were a moment too late to draw your blades, or react to the threat. If that scares you, then do us all a favor and put down that half assed salute and sell your soul to the Garrison where you'll spend your days fucking the best whores for a discount if you're in uniform and getting drunk on the clock."
After his touching speech you and your now dripping panties decided that you had indeed made the right decision in selling yourself to the Scouts.
One month later
It was moments like these, where you weren't quite trashed but definitely more than tipsy, that you had never been happier to be part of the survey corps. I mean, you were in peak physical shape (you still couldn't believe you had abs. Abs!), you were hot, you were fit, and you knew Sasha Braus, who had managed to steal a few bottles of top shelf liquor from the higher ups.
You were also horny as fuck. It had been over a year since you'd gotten laid, and you were using the dildo you'd bought on your first trip back into town as often as you brushed your teeth (twice a day, you didn't fuck with cavities). You briefly thought about enlisting the help of one of your current drinking buddies but after seeing your choices you decided to leave it to old faithful hidden in your pillowcase. There was Jean, who albeit was pretty hot even with the long face but was so in love with Mikasa it made you want to vomit. Marco, who you were almost one hundred percent sure was gay; Connie, who held the sexual appeal of a pile of horse shit, although he was super nice. Reiner almost looked promising but you knew underneath those stocky muscles was a shitload of emotional baggage you didn't want, and Bertholt was head over heels for Annie of all people. That left Armin and Eren. Eren you already knew was out, while your slut senses told you he'd be a great lay, you weren't quite ready for your life to end at the hands of Mikasa. That left Armin. You tilted your head, staring at him as you sipped on your god forsaken concoction and debated fucking him or not. He wasn't outright sexy, but he'd filled in well during the two years of training and you had seen glimpses of his surprisingly impressive muscles under his white shirt. He might actually do. He'd be shy as hell and you would have to lead everything, not to mention he'd probably cum in less than a minute, but it just might-
“Did you guys know that Captain Levi is a virgin?"
You spit the mix of vodka, rum, and whatever mixer Reiner had put in all over the face of the person you had just considered fucking.
"I'm sorry, what?" You turned your attention to Christa, apologetically handing Armin a napkin and patting his cheek.
Christa blushed at the attention and scooted closer to Ymir, who threw an arm around her shoulders and gave Reiner her customary 'If you even look at her weird, I will gut you' look. "W-Well, recently I started helping out in the infirmary because they've been short handed. You all know, it's that time of year where everyone has to get looked at and they give us that sheet of paper to fill out with all of our personal information to keep track of potential diseases. I was in charge of filing the paperwork the day they brought all of the officers in, and on the paper they ask you how many sexual partners you've had and Captain Levi wrote 0. But you guys, you have to promise not to tell anyone! This is private information, if it somehow gets out that I told you this I'll get into a lot of trouble!"
Ymir chuckled, placing a sloppy kiss at the top of the blonde's head. "Don't worry about a thing sweet cheeks, if any of these miscreants here says a word I'll kill them for ya. But we don't have to worry about that at all, now do we?" She glared at each person in the room, who all looked as if Christa were a ghost, and slowly shook their heads.
Your life was changed.
Captain Levi Ackerman.
The strongest man in the world.
Rumored former thug of the Underground.
The person responsible for killing as many Titans as a hundred soldiers.
The person whose squad every scout dreamed of being on, was a virgin.
You screeched out a laugh before you could help it, the alcohol doing nothing to try and make you quiet yourself as you fell onto your back laughing, cup long forgotten as it rolled across the floor. The person who initiated your drive to join the military in the first place, the person you literally dreamed of fucking, had never gotten his dick wet.
Clearly, you had your work cut out for you.
If you managed to live through the sight of Ymir reaching over to punch you in the face to shut you up.
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— 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑.
WARNINGS: light angst & swearing.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: he's one of my ultimate favorite snk characters, and i needed to cleanse my page of the heavy ass warrior content djjfjf.
"you're either a blessing, or you're a lesson. either or, you and i met for a reason."
with all of the gore and the misfortune that comes with your livelihood, it's connie that gets you through it.
as expected, you first fell in love with him for his humor. not for the humor itself, but for how it shed the smallest flicker of joy upon a heaping tower of despair— as soldiers, you needed that. fortunately, he was the one that brought it to the table. even during your days as cadets, connie lived to make you laugh. hearing a chuckle flutter from your core served as a form of therapy for him, and with time, he grew addicted.
with that being said, he does the stupidest shit in order to get your attention. even when you're together, he'll do what needs to be done. for example, one time, he tried to impress you by doing a trick while saddled up on his horse. in an attempt to twirl like a jackass ballerina, the horse decided that it deserved better, and kicked him clean off its back. at the sight of his 5'2 ass being hoisted eight feet into the air, you nearly choked.
prepare yourself, he's a cuddler. after a particularly hard day's worth of work, connie finds solace in bedding up with you, knowing that you're safe, and with him. he asks that you don't tell anybody, but he actually really enjoys cuddling as the little spoon. to have his head pressed against your chest, his ear to your heartbeat, brings him comfort. of course, he'll never detest to being your big spoon, either. he absolutely loves the feeling of you buried within his touch.
^ if you ever want to go an evening without cuddling, he'll be immediately offended. never, ever, ever will the two of you fall asleep back to back. he simply won't have it, it makes him feel as if something's wrong. and if that is the case, nobody's falling asleep until you've talked about it and successfully sorted it out.
at the beginning of your guys' relationship, everyone worried for you. did he coerce you, y/n? are you being forced? has he threatened you, has he threatened your family? nobody could grasp the fact that connie motherfuckin' springer had managed to pull you.
if there's any sort of sour talk regarding you, no matter how little it is, this man will leap to your defense. one time, jean called your bedhead ugly, and connie propelled a moldy roll of bread into his forehead. in the end, a massive food fight erupted, and you were just standing there with your bedhead like 🧍♀️
HOWEVER, there was an instance that actually led to a genuine, real fight between you two as a couple. you'd managed to scuff up your leg during the battle with kenny the ripper and his associates, and when it came down to who was and who wasn't going to tag along for the eren & historia rescue mission, connie belittled you to the team behind your back. not because he actually felt that way, but because he'd do anything to maintain your safety— even if it meant hurting your feelings. telling captain levi that your abilities were inadequate for that particular mission hurt him, but he did what he felt was necessary.
in the end, though, levi saw through the charade. to connie's dismay, you came with to save eren and historia. and during the entire journey, you didn't even utter a word to him. of course, though, during the battle, you put your frustrations aside. once you saw your lover's head nearly get kicked in during combat, you understood his intentions, and you forgave him. as expected, he replied to your forgiveness with humor,, his go-to coping mechanism.
"considering how sexy i looked on the battlefield, i knew you wouldn't be able to resist."
whenever his hair starts to grow out, you're the one that gets to cut it back down! he's able to do it himself, but he really likes it when you do it. you're typically propped up in his lap, sitting face to face as you file down his edges. he always loops his arms around your waist, intently staring you in the face— seeing you so concentrated on his hair, he can't help it.
you wouldn't expect this from connie whatsoever, but he likes it when you read to him. pick a literature of your choice and let him kick back and rest his head onto your lap, pleasE. he'll close his eyes, and for the first time in forever, stay still. the only time he and books ever coexist is when you're reading one to him. he'll also make fun of you whenever you stumble over a sentence,, so get ready.
the day you realize that this motherfucker is nearing six feet tall, you're ready for the holy spirit to whisk you away. literally, you measure his height on the weekly once you realize he just keeps gaining inches. that, and when he starts growing more into his face? lawd, take you now.
"connie, you're getting seXY-"
"what the hell does thaT mE A N-"
many, many proposals. none are meant to be taken seriously, which the both of you know. still, there are far too many proposals between the two of you. one time, you killed a fly midair, and he thought you were the baddest bitch on the block.
"marry me."
another time, he swooped you into the air with his maneuvering gear, and as you held onto him for dear life, you looked him dead in the face: "marry me, you baldheaded bastard."
it can be a reel, how many times the two of you say that bullshit. somehow, it's cute.
he doesn't really take basic boundaries into consideration. like, one time, you caught him using your toothbrush because he couldn't find his. it wasn't fun, you had to give him a serious talking to.
he is, without a doubt, constantly prepared to lay down his life for you on the battlefield. during his time as a soldier, he's grown significantly strong— and once he fell in love with you, he's felt even stronger. not only do you give him drive, but you lend him strength. with that being said, you're somebody he'd die for without even an ounce of hesitation. and knowing him, he's probably made that more than obvious.
when connie's village was destroyed and it was discovered that his entire family was turned into titans, you were one of the only ones to actually comfort him. you were absolutely enraged at how nonchalantly your lover's loss was set aside, and although he'd tried his hardest to conquer the grief alone, it was you who sat at his bedside at night, cradling him in your arms as he wept. never in your life had you seen him so distraught. after that period of time, your relationship with him only deepened in its seriousness. 
as expected, you and sasha spend quite a bit of time together! after all, that's your boyfriend's best friend. given her easygoing nature, it didn't take long for sasha to absolutely adore you. naturally, she wonders how the hell you manage to operate with a boyfriend like that, but she tries not to ask questions.
speaking of the wonder twins, they love getting you in trouble. whenever the two of them think up an astonishingly moronic shenanigan, there's a solid 50/50 chance that you'll be looped into it, too. one time, they purposefully dulled jean's razor, and when he went to shave, it only ended in him splitting his face open due to placing too much pressure. as a joke, those two jackasses carved your initials into the handle. when jean decided that he'd murder you, connie tried playing the hero, lEapiNg to your defense. it was stupid, and it didn't work. you still laugh about it, though.
there have been several jokes regarding starting a family and growing old together— secretly, though, connie doesn't want them to just be jokes.
he stole a stray cat for you. yup, yes he did. the two of you were walking about the city, and you saw a gray-haired sleeping beside a trash bin behind a local vendor. you compared its fur to the color of his hair, calling it cute. out of impulse, connie went back to that exact same vendor later on that day, trapped the cat in a box, and brought it to your doorstep.
his forearms and fingertips were covered in claw marks, but to see your face light up the way that it did, any amount of pain was immediately worth it.
after the nickname that shadis had given connie on the first day of cadet training, you named the kitty q-ball. 🥺
during the season four era, the two of you share a house. at first, captain levi argued against it— "put a pair of horny teenagers in a home together, what do you think is gonna happen?"
y'all said fuck it, and lived together anyways. it's you, him, and your lovely child, q-ball. occasionally jean, too. some nights, he doesn't want to be alone.
eskimo kisses. during the prepping of every single mission, you'll get eskimo kisses. it's a small, loving gesture the two of you do before heading into the battlefield. as a sign of your love, you'll press your foreheads together and rub noses, weapons holstered and ready for combat. it's a serious tradition, and it'll never be ignored.
and after a mission, connie has this habit of pinching your cheeks immediately after rushing towards you. it isn't to be cute, either. it's so that he can scan you, and check you for any harm. basically, it's him squeezing the life out of your face while bombarding you with questions.
expect supremely cheesy pet names! bae, biscuit, buttercup, baby thing, sexy bitch, and so on. if it were anyone else, he would 100% make fun of them. but it's him, therefore adorable.
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