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Your Body, A Masterpiece [Levi Ackerman x GN!Reader]

TW: nsfw content/smut (minors dni!), canonverse levi, feminine words used to describe the reader (wife, mother, motherhood, etc.) and female anatomy is used. potentially OOC Levi lmao. wee bit of dirty talk, tons of body worship, levi is soft in the bedroom in this one. Reader talking down on their body (calling themselves ugly, big, soft, etc.) Levi being blunt. Oral, missionary, pretty standard procedure sex… I think that’s it? Let me know if I missed anything. If you’re looking for hot sex, this is the wrong place - this is more emotions-focused. It’s definitely smutty, but it could be… smuttier?

This is part of my dadvi series! [i also wrote this mostly half asleep, so if i have made silly mistakes, sorry. also open to be corrected for anything about this as i have not experienced postpartum-- well, anything related to being pregnant! don't hesitate to call me out!]

It was late enough when Levi arrived home from the headquarters, approaching eight in the evening.

The house you two had was small, but it was cozy. It was at the end of a cul-de-sac, a ten minute horse ride from headquarters. Ivy had forked out in every direction of the house and the vines hung precariously over the front door. He walked his horse into the stables of your house and fed his horse before turning back to the small front garden. The lilies and lavenders in the window sill pots were standing to attention in the light of the fading sun; you must have watered them recently. He peered through the window of your shared house and noticed the amber light coming from the kitchen and everything inside him perked up.

This was what you had done; you were there to provide a sense of excitement every evening when he was finished with paperwork and training.

To have gone so long in his life without having a home to return to, or even having a real house of his own.

It was everything a man could ask for.

Not to mention his beautiful three month old daughter, Isabel.

As he opened the front door of the house, he could hear you trying to shush your child into a slumber. He saw you pacing back and forth and he could hear the exhausted breaths of your child from across the kitchen; she must have been crying for a while now. When you heard the sound of Levi removing his forest green cloak, you turned around.

“Oh, Levi,” you murmured, softly, now holding your daughter over your shoulder.

Levi immediately glided over and took the child from your arms. He wasn't used to shushing or calming down the baby - you and him both knew that while you were on maternal leave from the Survey Corps, you’d probably be spending the most time with the baby - but he was getting used to it.

“Is she okay? Has she eaten?” he asked as he shifted his weight from one leg to another, creating a little bounce. The baby wriggled in his arms, noting that her mother wasn’t holding her anymore. “Agh, I know, little one.” Levi was quick to surrender, not wanting all your hard work to vanish and passed the child back to you.

“Yeah, it’s wind down time now for her. Isn’t that right, Isabel?” you cooed. Your eyes always lit up talking to your baby girl, but there was something else there too.

Levi noted something akin to exhaustion in your eyes. While motherhood suited you, he noticed a not-so familiar dark cloud hanging over you these days. He was trying not to broach you about it; Hange told him that becoming a mother can have a huge toll on a person mentally just as well as physically. If it was just a bit of exhaustion, he didn’t need to worry too much and he just had to make time to help more.

He also didn’t want to put you in an uncomfortable position to talk about things when your mind was so preoccupied with child-minding. Your mind was elsewhere and he knew this because whenever he went to touch you - even just a soft rub on the arm or a kiss on the forehead - you’d stiffen up and freeze.

You’d tell him eventually how you were feeling, right?

He didn’t want to be selfish and he knew that it was probably the last thing on your mind, but it had been a while since you two had last been intimate. The six week wait was up but when you looked so in your head and forlorn, he knew better than to initiate it. But then you started sidling out of his embraces or trying to break free from when he held you in his arms at night.

“Levi, I drew you a bath upstairs if you want one,” you said, still bobbing up and down. You let out a gasp upon hearing the shallow breaths coming from your child; her eyes were shutting. “Much better now, aren’t we?” you said with a smile.

Even so, he knew you were still that same kind person he fell in love with all those years ago.

He took a look at your apron from today’s endeavours; covered in crumbs from baking and making dinner, not to mention baby spit-up…

He held his arms out again, continuing the game of “pass the baby.”

“I’ll put her to bed, you go take the bath. I can always have it tomorrow.” He assured you as he rested the child on his shoulder.

You patted him on his other shoulder as a silent thanks and hurried upstairs.

The two of you had two cots bought once your little darling was born; one for upstairs and one for downstairs. In case it was naptime and you were busy doing housework, you could always keep an eye on her while you made food or cleaned. Levi walked into the sitting room and laid the baby down on the sofa closest to him while he stirred the fire, rocks of coal falling against each other and sparking fresh embers. Isabel inhaled sharply and he was quick to his feet as always, but once she settled again, he could only watch in awe.

She was so, so perfect. She had his black hair and gunmetal eye colour, but your infinitely softer eyes. He remembered moments before she came into the world when the nurse commented on the amount of hair she had. He remembers the first time he held her after you and the way her stubby fingers wrapped around his thumb. How she was initially upset leaving her mother’s arms but then felt serenity within her father’s resolute constitution.

You had given him a child and he was so thankful. It may not have been ideal timing - the war with the Titans raged on as ever and with the battle to reclaim Shiganshina happening in just a month, he was a bit stressed - but he was so thankful for you two either way.

“I wonder if your mom will tell me what’s bugging her.” He mused aloud, stroking her cheek.

By the Walls, she was just so delicate looking and so, so fragile. How your body managed to give him this was something he wasn’t sure about but was ever-grateful for. Your body nursed and housed her for nine months and it wasn’t always easy, but you handled it with such grace most of the time. You may not have considered it a pleasant experience and perhaps your definition of ‘grace’ differed from each other - Levi was just blown away by your strength to do this.

After a few minutes, he scooped up his little wonder in his arms and walked up the stairs. He walked into the little box room that was next to your shared bedroom. She settled instantly and he was grateful for the few hours of sleep the two of you would get before she woke up for a feeding or a change.

He walked back through the hall and noticed the door to your bedroom was closed. You must have just come out of your bath. He pressed the door open, wanting to get changed into something looser but the sight before him shook him to his core.

You were standing in front of the full body-length mirror with your bathrobe pulled up. He could hear soft whimpers coming from you as you poked and prodded your skin.

You just couldn’t help, though; your body was so different now.

Squiggles of red and purple painted the skin on your tummy, hips, lower back and around your upper thighs. These marks were everywhere. You were no stranger to stretch marks - when you were a cadet all those years ago and when your muscles were growing, they were totally natural - but now, they looked so… horrible and ugly. They didn’t belong there. Not to mention how soft and dimply your stomach and thighs were once you were ordered by Commander Erwin to stay at home. You lost all your muscle definition and were left with dimpled skin that was bumpy and full of these prominent marks.

You hated the way you look, and you were sure your husband did too. After all, he fell in love with you back when your body was much more defined, right? Why would he like it now that it was different and, well, bigger.

You didn't even recognise the way you looked - there was no way this was your body, right?

You already decided he wouldn’t like it so you found it easier to distance yourself from him and his advances. You knew he probably wanted to be intimate by now - you were needing his touch too, after all - but you were scared of what he’d think. These thoughts had been plaguing your mind once you got the six week clearing and the obsessive thoughts never left you alone. It was easier for you to reject him now than have him reject you months down the road.

Levi was very quick to stop your spiralling though.

“[F/n]? What are you crying for?” he asked as he approached you.

“U-Uh,” you began in a stammer, fastening the rope of your robe, “it’s nothing, Levi.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard that enough times from you to know you’re lying to me, brat,” he said, and he intended for it to come out as a chastisement. You two were married - what was the point in lying to him? He inhaled sharply, though, - Hange had told him hormones can still be wild for a while after birth - and placed a hand on your shoulder, hoping you’d turn around. “Come on, tell me what’s bothering you.”

You whirled around on your heel and faced him, and only then could he see how upset you were. He was taken aback by this and you could see it on his face by his parted lips, his thin brows raised in surprise. Your cheeks were red from crying and you showed no signs of stopping.

“I-I’m… I’m so… hideous looking!” you choked out, burying your face into your hands. “I’m so ugly and big, and all these marks are littered all over me!” you cried, lifting up your robe again to show him.

“[F/n]--” he tried to interrupt but you weren’t in the right state of mind to listen to reason.

“M-my stomach is so soft now and I have lost all my muscle definition, a-and my thighs are softer and dimpled. And I know you don’t like the way I look, it would just make perfect sense…” you rambled, and Levi’s lips parted even wider at the last sentence. “I mean, why would you? I’m so different now! And-- And then… how long will it be ‘til you don’t like me, as a person…” you said while sobbing. You buried your gaze and wiped your eyes, you couldn't face him.

Levi was dumbfounded. This was the reason you were rejecting all his advances, no matter how small? Because you were concerned about how you looked? Why didn’t you come to him when your thoughts started to spiral out of control?

“Why didn’t you come to me?” he asked, plainly. “You haven’t been yourself for a while - and you think I haven’t noticed? You honestly thought you could be all gloomy and think I wouldn’t notice?”

“I-I guess--” you began but he quickly cut across you.

“I’m the gloomiest asshole ever, [F/n]. You called me Captain Moody for years. I see these things, I do.”

You bit your lip in embarrassment. You did feel a bit stupid for trying to hide your feelings in front of your husband, in front of Levi no less - someone who was so attentive to detail. Your tears were still fresh though and still trickling down your face. Levi sighed and walked towards you, taking your hand in his. You wiped your face as he dragged you towards Isabel’s room.

The pale, blue light of the moon filtered through the windows and illuminated the bedroom. It hadn’t been long since Levi blew out the candles. Levi’s hand squeezed yours and the two of you looked at the nesting child.

“Look at her,” Levi gestured, whispering softly as he rubbed and squeezed your hand, “she’s pretty cute, no?” he asked. He knew you found her cute but you were sniffling too much to answer. “She is, isn’t she? She was inside you not too long ago.”

You nodded at the obvious fact and with eyes completely wiped and nose no longer running, you squeezed Levi’s calloused hands back.

“She’s one of my favourite things. I do have my tea, and I do enjoy Eren cleaning my office because he does it best… but they don’t bring me joy the way she does. Especially with how she’s beginning to smile and laugh these days…” he continued. “I don’t sleep much but when I do and she happens to wake me up, I feel no resentment or frustration.”

Levi paused; no matter how long you two were involved romantically, speaking for long periods at a time would always make him cringe or be difficult.

“...You gave me a daughter. You gave us Isabel. You made me a father,” he told you. “Something I never thought I would become in this life.”

Your eyes were drawn to the way Levi’s long, slender fingers danced up and down the baby’s thighs. He traced around the stubby-looking knees and the rolls of fat. Probably a foreign sight for him having grown up in the Underground District. It was a sign she was being well fed and that she probably wasn’t going to die of starvation like all the other unfortunate kids he had to witness pass away. Much like how he was on the brink of death until Kenny came along.

He walked back into the hall and gestured to you to follow him back into the bedroom. He turned to face you once you both stood in front of the body-length mirror.

“You're obsessing over your body when you had a whole person growing inside you? Tch, of course you'd look different. Of course you'll have new marks and scars and bumps, and of course you’d look a bit bigger... and you think I'd be that shallow to look at you a different way because of that?” he asked. “You’re honestly so stupid at times, [F/n]. Must I show you how little I care about the way your body looks? Ah-- let me rephrase that. Must I show you how much I like your body, regardless of how it looks?”

You almost had no time to react to Levi’s lips caressing yours. You immediately tried to get out of his hold, your irrational thoughts thinking this must all be an act or that he was lying. You successfully pulled away and Levi’s war-exposed, blood-stained hands moved to hold your face in place with such gentleness - he was always so gentle with you - you practically melted into his touch.

That was the power Levi had.

“Let me kiss you, [F/n],” he whispered huskily against your lips, “Come on, won’t you kiss me?” he asked, rubbing the tip of his nose against yours.

Your eyes softened as you gazed at him and he smiled softly, kissing you gently. His lips always caressed you with such warmth and passion, it would always leave you weak in the knees. As he pulled you closer, you could feel his hands grab at you desperately having not been able to hold you like this in months. Perhaps you made him weak at the knees too…

It didn’t take much convincing for his tongue to slip against and past your lips, relishing the way you taste and the way you feel. The kiss grew passionate and hot - almost like the two of you were tumbling against each other - and Levi moved to kiss the side of your mouth, your cheeks, your jaw, his nose tickling the hollow of your neck. Levi latched onto your sweet spot in no time and sucked, no hesitance in wanting to mark you. The feeling made you release a moan, a noise he hadn’t heard in a while and he was desperate to hear more of it. Levi took a step back admiring the handiwork of two new love bites before placing more kisses to your lips with his hands holding you at your waist.

“Bed.” He whispered hoarsely in between smooches and as you walked yourself back, Levi began to tear at your robe.

He noticed how you weren’t helping him take it off and once he had the strings opened and pulled it off, you were quick to hide yourself. You were wearing just your brassiere and panties and your hands went to wrap around your frame. Levi and you had been intimate countless times and he was upset you were so unconfident in the way you looked. Oh well, he’d just have to show you how much he loved the way you looked.

He took your hands and held them at your sides and pressed his lips to your collarbones, leaving sloppy kisses in his wake. His hands were quick to wrap around your back and gently lift you up. Unclasping the bra, he guided you out of it, lifting your arms up. You rose with the motion of his disrobing and sat up again. Levi caught your gaze and pressed his lips against yours again before admiring the way the flimsy material fell off you. He shrugged off his tan military jacket and began to undo the buttons of his shirt. Once they had all been popped open, he attempted to lower you again.

“Lie down.”

He laid you down gently and moved to pepper your torso with more kisses, coming to the swells of flesh on your chest. He let his thumb go to one of your perked nipples while his tongue latched onto the other, swirling around in circles. You swallowed a moan, loving his touch too much to think about the way you looked. He continued to appreciate the softness of your breasts and the majesty that was you - his beloved - and the whimpers that escaped your lips at his advances were like music to his ears. He switched sides, thumb rubbing over the sensitive nub and suckling on the other one, but not too hard of course. Your fingers danced and threaded through his dark locks.

“F-Fuck…” you moaned, softly. The sound of your voice in this position made him groan himself as he felt the blood rush to his member. He was paying attention to every sound that escaped you

His mouth continued to work at your nipples and breasts and you weren’t sure how long it had been since he started fondling your breasts, but you didn’t mind. His hands gently knead the mounds of flesh together and a chuckle escapes your lips as your back arches. This sight alone was so arousing to him. If it weren’t for him wearing his military pants and if he was just in his underwear, you’d be able to see the wet patch left behind.

By the Walls, he could never wrap his head around the fact you had wound yourself up like this for months. He had no problem with the way you looked; you were his definition of beauty.

In fact, you were the epitome of beauty to him, his wife. He wasn’t going to say it now but he was disappointed he wasn’t making you feel beautiful. Sure, he had a lot on his mind all the time as Captain of the Scout Regiment, but he always tried to make time for you.

Well, now he’d just have to try extra hard to show just how wonderful you looked to him.

Levi Ackerman didn’t really have a type, as such, as he never thought love was for him. But you were love to him - you were - and you are joy, and that, to him, was beautiful… so your appearance - though it was always a bonus to him - never mattered too much.

He continued to kiss you and savour you like the work of art you were as his nose dipped down the valley of your breasts until he made his way to your midsection. This was where you were most insecure. He leaned up and his fingers traced along every single bump, dimple and squiggly red or purple line. You pouted.

“Levi, don’t spend too much time there.”

“Why?” he asked, bluntly. His fingers made swirls along all your stretch marks, admiring the way they twirled and decorated your tummy and hips. “They’re pretty cool if you ask me.”

“No, they’re not. Stop it.” You rebuked, looking away.

“They are a testament to your strength and everything you’ve done for Isabel. How could I not like them?” he said, lips leaving more kisses wherever he saw fit… which was pretty much everywhere. He looked up at you and noticed how your eyes were still cast the other way. “You don’t believe me?”

Your silence was his answer.

He sighed heavily and leaned back on his haunches. “I have seen comrade after comrade die, be it in my arms or discovering them dead on the way home… I have seen terrible things throughout my life, horrifying things. Trust me when I say this: you having new stretch marks doesn’t bother me at all. Understand?” Once you nodded, he leaned back down and attempted to continue his advances, but not before asking if it was okay with you.

Getting the all clear, he continued to trail his lips dangerously close to the lining of your panties. He leans up and softly rubs your wet heat, admiring the wet sounds it made. He hooked his index fingers and pulled them down, admiring the way your body would always comply with his gestures. He flicks the material onto the floor - it can be tidied later - lays down on his toned stomach, softly massaging your inner thighs; another insecurity. You had gained a bit of weight and lost your muscle definition but if you decided to go back to the Survey Corps - which Levi was vehemently against - you could always get them back and if you did go back, he did say to do it on your own terms. And so, this time when his fingers trailed over the faint stretch marks, you didn’t mind as much.

They were a part of you, after all.

Levi was more often than not a gentle lover in the bedroom and while he could be thorough and passionate, and even rough on the odd occasion, you could always feel the love behind his gestures. Even so, it surprised you when he left butterfly kisses along your inner thighs and spoiled you with his chaste kisses more. This was more gentle than normal, but you appreciated it.

As the cold, frigid night hair brushed against your wet heat, you angled yourself so that Levi’s kisses would be inched closer to where you wanted to feel him most. His fingers spread out and he massages your thighs and he looks up at you and smiles warmly at you. His gentleness and the slowness of it all made your heart swell with love for the man in between your legs.

You started to feel silly for hiding yourself in front of your ever-attentive husband, but Levi had been so careful not to push you. You didn’t know if you should have told him this sooner or whether this was the perfect moment, or if this was just fate. It didn’t matter now, though. Nothing mattered right now while your fingers threaded through his hair and he treated you like you were fine china; like you were the most precious thing in his universe.

Simply because you were.

Finally, it happened. Levi’s fingers made contact with your slick folds to slowly spread. It had been a while since you two were last intimate so he knew you might need more prepping than normal. Which he had no problem with at all. His breath hitches as he moves to separate your folds; you’re dripping for him. This would normally make him want to rush into things but he knew this time sex could be painful for you so he had to reel it all in. He couldn’t help but groan at the way you felt though; he wanted so badly to please you and make you feel all his love and admiration for you. He admires how your juices make his fingertips slide against each other. He brings his fingers to his lips and makes sure to lap up all of your goodness.

“You taste as good as ever.” He murmured as he looked up at you, and you could see the glint in his eyes that were full of want for you.

His fingers return to their slow movements, rubbing you up and down and he sees the way your pussy clenches around nothing as his sensual touches. He licks his thumb and begins to touch your hardened bead, rubbing it just the way you liked it while his fingers continue to tease around your weeping hole. Your body tenses every now and then, trying to get used to this feeling that used to be so familiar to you. Your toes curl and your face scrunches up and contorts with pleasure. You let out soft moans, your clit more sensitive than normal, and Levi treating you just right. So right.

Your eyes flutter close as he presses his tongue against your clit and begins to lick it softly. Meanwhile, his fingers are prepping to enter you. One finger at a time and at your pace; you were setting the tone here. You continued to moan his name softly as his fingers traced around your entrance, the speed of his tongue increasing. You groaned and your back arched as he let his middle finger dip into your entrance and he let up in speed so that you could focus on adjusting to his fingers more. He edged his finger in more and you clamped your eyes shut; it was as if you were a virgin all over again. He wasted no time in finding your sweet spot and you clenched around him, letting out an even louder moan.

“F-Fuck!” you cried out, writhing in pleasure with his touches.

“You’re so tight…” he whispered, huskily against your clit before continuing to lick. He couldn’t wait to have you clenching around his cock but that could wait. In fact, if you decided to stop now, he didn’t mind. Tonight was all about you and the last thing he wanted to do was tire you or cause any pain. “You feeling okay, [F/n]? Is this too much?”

It takes less time than he thought when he thought you might have been ready for a second finger. He wasn’t about to stop the magic with his tongue either. His fingertips rub against your gummy, velvety and his tongue doesn’t let up, lapping at your clit like it was his lifeline. You continued to grind against his face, pushing him in for more and more. You could feel yourself slip into that familiar feeling of heavenly bliss, warmth spreading across your belly as your muscles tightened and wound up.

“Oh, god… Levi, fuck… It feels so nice…” you choked.

He only smiled against you, pausing briefly, but quickly continued, determined to make you cum on his fingers and he’d do this again and again, over and over, until he was sure you understood how much he liked your body.

“You taste so damn sweet…” he groaned. His cock strained against the confines of his pants and with his other hand, began to unbutton them. He left you briefly to pull them down and leaving him in just his underwear and your hands shot out immediately to try to pull him back. “Ha-ha, you can wait like a good girl for just a few moments, can’t you?” He taunted, tossing his pants behind him. You could make out the wet stains of his grey boxers left by his precum. He returned to his handiwork on you and you jerked upwards and whimpered, grateful that you weren’t left hanging too long.

He occasionally looked up at you and was so damn pleased with himself knowing you were feeling good. You were dripping for him and he couldn’t get enough of you. You tasted so nice and having you clench around him reminded him of the times you were intimate more often and how you two would have sex a few times a week. This might have been before you were pregnant and before Isabel was born, and he knew these moments were going to be a bit more fleeting and few and far between; hence why he had to cherish it. And he could never, for the life of him, get over how pretty you looked when he did fuck you.

He hovered over your midsection briefly. “You’re beautiful. You mightn’t see that now. But I find you so fucking magnificent.”

You swore you felt your eyes well with tears at his words. Levi wasn’t always so loving with his words - his love was always expressed with gestures - so this was lovely to hear. You felt a lone tear drip down your cheeks and he was quick to stop his ministrations.

“Shit, are you okay?”

You stifled your groan as best as you could when he stopped, but you appreciated him checking in on you nevertheless. “Y-Yeah, Levi, I am. I, just… I love you, a lot. And I’m sorry for keeping this from you.”

Levi said nothing except leaned forward and pressed a loving kiss to your lips. You could taste yourself on him but you didn’t mind at that moment.

Levi resumed his actions, your moans and his touches now becoming relentless. He wanted you to cum so bad. You threw your head back in ecstasy against the pillow and cried out. Your moans grew in pitch and volume.

“Ah, ah, hahhh… Levi, fuck, please-- please don’t stop, please don’t stop!” you chanted. Levi continued to ravish you and he wishes he could see your pleasure-filled expressions as a portrait in his own private museum. If only you knew how good you looked. “Levi, fuck, I’m gonna--”

He wants you to cum all over him. Make a mess. Do whatever it is that feels good. He’d take it all and live with it; he’d take all your hollowness, your negativity, your insecurities - everything you didn't want - and he’d shoulder that burden himself. He wanted you to give him absolutely everything. He wants you to see yourself as beautiful the way he does you. He wants you to want sex with him again because he is having the time of his life right now. He wants you. He’s hungry for you. He’s desperate for you. And he really wants you to cum all over him; to cum all over his cock.

Then he felt it. He felt your body seize up, your mouth beginning to water and eyes clamping shut. Your walls clenched around his fingers and his mouth helps you through your orgasm. Your pleasure has your eyes rolled back into your head and you’re seeing stars dot your vision. As he overstimulates your wet cunt, you let out a choked sob almost drunk from the pleasure he was providing you.

Oh, but he wasn’t done just yet. He wanted to make sure you were more than ready to take his cock.

As you came down from your high and when your senses restored, you noticed Levi hadn’t left the spot between your legs. He chuckled darkly and lowered his face again and your clit was so sensitive, you almost yelped when his tongue made contact with it. His fingers snaked back into your wet heat and you were dripping for him. He trails his tongue down to your clenching, tight hole for a bit before returning to your clit and he is going faster than before. The coil in your stomach was quickly winding itself up again and Levi was all for it; he wanted you seeing stars as many times as your body could handle, but with a sleeping baby not too far away, it was probably wishful thinking.

How your daughter hadn’t woken up by now was a miracle and both you and your husband were so grateful.

It was a sight to behold; watching Levi lap your juices up like he was starving and pleasured you with his fingers against your sweet spot like there was no tomorrow. “Levi, stop, I’ll cum again if you don’t stop, ah--”

“I want you to. Cum for me, [F/n], cum all over my face.” He ordered, his voice raw with lust. You hardly take it - cumming so quickly - and Levi really tested your limits tonight. His fingers assaulted your velvety walls and he was so addicted to the squelching noises coming from your tight cunt. An addiction he never wanted to get over. Your second orgasm that night washed over you suddenly and your arousal squirted out in large droplets, splashing against his face. He withdrew his fingers that were wet with your juices and hastily rubbed against your clit, prolonging your orgasm once more and your back arched more, a few more droplets coming out. “That’s a good girl…” he praised, flicking his hand dry of your wetness. “Beautiful… just beautiful…” he said, completing with drawing his hands and letting his lips capture yours in a heated, tumbling kiss.

“That-- that felt so good…” you mumbled, your speech slurring as you tried to ground yourself again after two powerful orgasms.

“Good, I’m glad.” He replied and he kissed you. He held you close as your body continued to jerk for a bit and he leaned into your neck to plant kisses there, anything to help steady you. “You want to continue or do you want to call it an end here?” he asked, wiping his mouth. You shook your head quickly. Your body felt so limp and heavy, but you just wanted more. You forgot how good sex would feel. “Alright…” he said and began to shift between your legs once more

He was quick to remove his final barrier and his cock stood tall against his chiseled abdomen. He leaned down and held it at the base as the tip teased your lips. He pushes forward, trying to get the sensitive tip past your tight walls and you immediately tighten around him, and not in a pleasurable way. Your walls clamped around as you tried to make room for him and your nails immediately dug into his muscular shoulders. With soft hushes and whispers of soft nothings, however, Levi was quick to try to get you to relax.

“Shh, shh, I have you…” he whispered, softly.

You let out a pained groan as he tried to push in further and it did take a few deep breaths for him to make it all the way in. Levi stayed like that for a few moments - he was happy to just have you clench around him for the night, even - and let you get used to his length. Levi wasn’t outrageously big; definitely comfortably average, but he was thick, and he knew exactly how to use it. He groaned at the feeling of how warm your pussy felt around him; he was in heaven. This had to be what heaven felt like, right?

Your two orgasms definitely helped him edge in slowly, but after not being intimate for three months and with added dryness you felt down below from labour, you both knew not to expect it to be a great sigh of relief the way it normally is. You slowly began to loosen around him and your grip on him loosened. Levi breathed heavily into the crook of your neck and peppered a few kisses over the bruises he left before.

He moves to thrust as slowly as he could and you have to close your eyes; it was temporary, you just had to grin and bear it. Levi rocked his hips slowly inside you; he was happy out to go this slow; he had been starved for a while. He was happy to get you off with his mouth and have the image of your cumming on his cock help him visually as he jerked himself. So to have you take his cock inside you was a certainly unexpected surprise. It takes a few painstakingly slow thrusts for Levi before you get used to it and you pull him closer to you for more. He is quick to catch the hint as you ground yourself against him and he increases the pace a bit. Tonight wasn’t going to be a fast tumble where he fucks into you hard and deep - not unless you were absolutely ready - and he was going to savour every moan, every whine, every whimper and twitch of your body.

“God, I’ve missed this…” he moans into your ear. You peer up at him and he notices another lone tear coming down your cheek. He sweeps his thumb across, wiping it away and caressing your face softly. “You okay?”

You moaned out as the tip of his cock brushes against the sweet spot of your gummy walls. “Yeah…” you murmured. “I missed this too…”

He slowly increases the pace, noting that your body seems able for it. By now the bed is groaning under the movement of his thrusts. “I missed you.” He whispers softly. “I missed the way you felt, the way you take me so well all the time.”

You let out a moan when his language became crude. He pressed you further into the mattress, wanting to hit that wonderful spot inside you. Your walls are slick with wetness and some of his own pre-cum, and the thought of that causes Levi to let out the most guttural of moans.

“So. Fucking. Good.” He groans, his voice being punctuated by his thrusts into you.

He looked at you with such love and you really couldn’t hold back your moans. You purr out his name like it is your own religion and you just want more and more; you can’t get enough. You didn’t want him to stop, goose bumps dotted your skin and you were left with a jolt of shivers when he hit that spot inside you. Your mind was blank now, all you could think of was Levi. All you could focus on was the way his eyes shut every time you clamped around him and the sound of skin slapping against skin.

“M-More… give me more.” You moaned and your voice sent shivers down his spine.

He thrusts into you harder now and his arm swoops around your back and pulls you closer to him. He’s drowning in the feeling of your tight pussy around him. It’s so good, it’s almost overwhelming.

“Ah, ahhh, oh god-- Levi, I’m--” you moaned out.

“Good girl, you’re almost there.” He encouraged. As soon as he said this, his thrusts grew sloppy and inconsistent. He was so, so close. You were definitely doing your best if you were trying to milk him for all he was worth. He began to curse under his breath as he approached his own orgasm. When your third orgasm of the night washed over you, it took every ounce of self-control to not orgasm also; your walls clamped down on him as you wailed his name. He held you impossibly tight, shushing you and pressing kisses to your cheek.

“Good girl, good girl…” he mumbled, though he looked so blissed it was like he was saying it like a broken record. “That’s my good girl, taking my cock so well…”

You got a feeling he was gonna pull out so in your hazy state, your hands went to his bottom and held him there firmly. “Please cum inside me, Levi. Please fill me up, let me feel you.”

“Fucking hell…” he groaned. He didn’t need to be told twice, but he also didn’t want to risk anything. “Fuck, are you sure?”

“Yes, I timed it.”

And that was all he needed. A few more sloppy thrusts and his hips came to an abrupt stop, your walls being coated in strings of his cum. Your body still clamped around him and he almost didn’t want to leave. But alas, all good things must come to an end; Isabel’s sharp cries pierced the air from your midnight escapade. He sighed heavily and pulled out, momentarily admiring the way his cum pooled at your entrance.

“I’ll go to her, you clean up.” He said as he placed a kiss on your lips. He hurriedly searched for something loose he could slip into. He pattered over to the bathroom and washed his hands thoroughly before walking to Isabel’s room. He felt her between the legs checking for wetness and lifted her up to smell and was relieved to find out there was no diaper to be changed. He leaned over to pick up the baby and took her into his arms and was back to bouncing on one foot and then the other. “Sorry, little one, did we wake you?” he said in a hushed tone, and he smirked. “I’ll just blame your mother. She can’t hear me saying that now.”

“Yes, I can!” you called out from the bathroom.

“Okay, it was partially my fault too…” he whispered to her, as if she understood what the hell was happening. Isabel was good at sleeping tonight though, and it didn’t take much bouncing around for her to fall back asleep. Levi placed her back in her bassinet, returned to the bathroom to wash up, and changed back into something to sleep in. But he didn’t get into bed with you.

“Levi?” you called out, rubbing your eyes, clearly exhausted from that.

“You rest now, I’ll stay up for a bit and finish a bit of paperwork.” He said, swiftly.

“Ever the insomniac…” you murmured through a yawn and you shut your eyes.

Extensive aftercare was now a luxury with a baby around - before Isabel, you two would always bathe together - but now it was a case of washing up quickly and being in each others’ arms and silently whispering. It was better than nothing, but it wasn’t the same as before.

You knew not to argue with Levi’s insomnia anyway. You would often fall asleep within minutes of your orgasm and he’d still be awake staring at the ceiling for a few hours. Tonight, however, Levi was going to be staring awake at the ceiling or doing paperwork - that was a swift lie he came up with on the spot - he had something else in mind.

Once he was sure you were asleep - which didn’t take too long after any nightly session with your husband - he tiptoed over to the mirror and carried it out of the bedroom. He carried it down the stairs until he found a cupboard big enough to hide it in. It’d be too much of a hassle to unscrew the bathroom mirror, and that could be done tomorrow, but this was a good start.

Levi was tempted to smash the mirror right then and there, but that would also make a noise (and it was actually a nice mirror.) Hiding it would have to do.

He crept back up the stairs and went back into the bedroom, slipping under the covers after he blew out the candles. You were quick to cuddle up against him, always finding comfort in his radiating body heat.

“Wow… did you finish paperwork already?” you mumbled.

“Yeah, didn’t take too long.” He said, staring over at the now empty corner of your bedroom. “Good night, [F/n.]” He said, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

[at the end of training]

Connie: I didn't learn anything. But I had fun and that's what counts!

thinking about slipping your hand into levi’s pants while you’re both at a meeting HOLY DAMN

shitttt now you got me thinking about it too, ooof 🥵

Levi’s usually nonchalant expression would shift to one of disbelief the second your hand came into contact with the his upper thigh. He’d warn you silently, cursing you with his gaze as your fingers danced higher up his pants. Levi can’t react too much as he sits opposite Hange and Erwin, the two of them unaware of your advances below the desk.

His steely orbs stay fixated on them but he watches you from the corner of his eye, masking his growing arousal with a threatening glance and a slight shake of his head. The Captain didn’t like to be disobeyed, but the change in his breathing and flushed cheeks suggested that the last thing that Levi wanted was for you to stop.

You can’t resist, he always looks so handsome in that black suit, the white shirt always so crisp and spotless. Levi stifles a quiet grunt when you come into contact with his bulge, tracing the obvious outline and smirking. He looks down at your small hand and furrows his brows, sighing a little as the dark strands of his hair wisp against his forehead. Flitting his attention to Erwin and Hange, he’d try it to shift your hand when he felt himself hardening.

You push him off and let your hand wander to the hem of his trousers, calmly trying to get the belt buckle undone. You took in the soft material of his shirt as it touched your hand, Levi’s breathing becoming quicker as your hands fumble to undo his pants.

After a few moments they’re open and you wander the confines of his trousers, getting to brush against the hardening softness of him before grasping him in your palm. Levi lurches forward a little and closes his eyes briefly, composing himself as an intense pleasure dominates his being.

His breathing catches as the underside of your fingernail gently grazes the throbbing vein on him. The look of him so exposed, you didn’t get to see this side often, especially not in a crowd, and it makes you shift in your own seat, your body burning to be touched.

Sinking into his chair, he’d be trying to look calm as your soft hand closed around his dick again. His eyes flutter, inhaling sharply as your talented hand twists around the head and teased over his slit, bringing down the leak of precum down his shaft.

“Everything okay, Levi?” Erwin pauses his speaking when he notices Levi’s discomfort, a brow raised in concern and eyes glazed with worry.

Levi’s eyes widened when he spoke, feeling flustered and on edge as he parts his lips to reply, “I’m fine Erwin. Please continue.” The ‘please’ comes out a little breathy and Erwin narrows his gaze momentarily before continuing.

If Levi is a flame, then you’re air, a breezy hand kindling brilliant blaze, nourishing him with every pet, fuelling him with each stroke. Touch ignite sparks, fuse lit with his grip. He is a firecracker, your roman candle, nerves snapping and popping like a bonfire. Levi is putty in your hands as you slide along the length, a tantalising caress.

Levi wants to be loud —grunt, hum, moan— but settles for biting his tongue. He traps the noise, almost chokes on a groan at your soft touch. Bringing the cup of tea to his lips, he takes a desperate sip washing down the sound. It’s warmth lines his throat whilst your heat swathes his dick, leaving the man grasping at the small, porcelain mug between his fingers.

Levi wishes he could vocalise, lean into your ear and tell him how good you’re making him feel. He longs to nuzzle his head into your neck, nipping you with his teeth and moaning against your skin. But most of all he wishes could touch you, slip a hand down your pants and feel how wet your little performance has gotten you. Oh, when the meeting is over and finished, he’s going to drag you to his quarters and remind you of who’s in charge.

The coil inside him grows tighter and threatens to unravel, sending waves of pleasure through his entire body as he turns his face to yours. He can’t bare to look away from you any longer, chasing his release desperately and feeling his dick twitch when you smirk innocently.

“Fuck.”

Levi freezes the second the noise leaves his lips, averting his gaze from yours and to the two others staring at him from the other side of the table. Erwin looks confused, brows knitted together in the centre as he eyes the two of you suspiciously. Hange however, can’t hold back the stupendous cackle that leaves her lips, tears brimming her eyes; of course completely aware of just what was going on under the desk. Levi’s cheeks are scorching, expression a mix of shame and fury as he fastens his trousers and gets up from his seat, storming out of the room.

You just sit there for a moment, awkwardly glancing at your superiors and wishing that the floor would just swallow you up. It’s then that Levi bursts back in, grumbling to himself and ignoring the others as he grabs your wrist and quite literally drags you out of the room.

The Universe Had His Back

Chapter 1 - His Sun & Moon

Summary: Just Levi being a doting dad and taking a walk down the memory lane :)

Warnings: Fem! Reader, Angst, Fluff, Modern AU

Word Count: little baby chapter with only 1.65k words Inspiration: For you Now – SUHO & Younha Thank you @sooibian for just being you! My real life BFF inspired this short story series that is also my first ever fan fic! I love you and I can't wait to see yoooou. Also, any EXO lovers reading this, give my bb a follow!

A new chapter will b posted every Sunday :D

Levi’s POV

A pair of silver eyes fluttered open, taking in everything that was around them. Dainty rays of sunlight falling on the plants potted along the window sill, dimly illuminating the room, a cool breeze leisurely blowing through sheer curtains. The eyes moved to the clock. It was 5:15 am. The only sounds around him were the ticks of the clock and the deep breaths of the person fast asleep by his side with an arm on his chest, palm pressed to his heart, face buried in the crook of his neck, and one leg wrapped around his own. Levi turned his head towards the peachy fragrance that filled his senses. ‘Feels like home’, he thought. As he took in the aroma, you slowly raised your head. “Hmm... Good morning, sunshine.”, he breathed with a smile and laid a kiss on your forehead. Your eyes opened slowly to look into his sterling ones. They were full of melancholy. “I miss you” you whispered with a frown. Levi looked at you with knitted brows, confused. “Why did you let me go?”, you sobbed. Tears were now streaming down your face. “Why didn’t you stop me?”, your voice rose. You moved away from him and off the bed. As you walked towards the door, you were crying hysterically. He tried to call out to you, but he couldn't find his voice. He reached out for you, but you were too far. He tried running to you to stop you from leaving, but his legs had no strength. He was glued to the bed. You walked away, devastated, never looking back.

Levi woke up with a start, breathless, heart racing, beads of sweat on his forehead. He looked around. It was still dark outside; the plants on the window sill, long dead. His eyes moved to the clock; it was 2:00 am. He turned to his side, the spot on his bed once occupied by his wife lay vacant. He ran his hand on the empty sheets, recovering from having felt you so close to him. He pulled your pillow close to his chest, embracing it tight and nudged his nose into it, taking in a deep breath. The pillow that once smelled like peaches because of your shampoo, now smelled like nothing, since you hadn’t slept on it in months.

It had been two months since your divorce, and over eight months since you had lived in the home you shared with him. He sat up and his gaze fell on the picture on his night stand. The frame dented; glass cracked after it was hurled across the room once in a fit of his rage on the night you left. It was a picture of you both on your wedding day, looking lovingly into each other's eyes, excited about the eternity you were about to spend together. He picked it up and found himself smiling at it while lightly running his fingers where you stood in the frame.

Sighing, he placed it back on the nightstand and picked himself off the bed. He silently walked out of his room and opened the door to the next one a few feet down the hall. A small night lamp that looked like the moon sat glowing on a table in the corner. He heard the most adorable snores coming from the tiny human sleeping on the bed nearby. He made his way towards her with nimble steps and sat on the armchair by her bed. He watched her little chest rising and falling, slow and steady, in deep sleep. Face mirroring the glow of the lamp; one of her chubby cheeks squished onto the pillow, mouth slightly ajar, two of her little milk teeth peeking out; how was he blessed with something so perfect?

She looked like a pint-sized version of you while sleeping. Messy hair falling all over your face, mouth agape, soft snores. You found it embarrassing when you woke up many times to Levi watching you with a smile on his face. But he wouldn’t have had it any other way. Actually, your daughter was your mini-me in every sense. She had your face, your hair, your smile, your mannerisms; the only genes she inherited from Levi were his eyes.

A few strands of her wavy hair were being blown around by her breaths, her nose crinkling in her sleep because it tickled. He gently tucked them behind her ear. Immediately, her grey eyes flickered open, a worried look on her face. “Oi! Go back to sleep, brat!”, he whispered. “Did you have a nightmare, Papa?”, she asked, rubbing her hands over her eyes and yawning.

“Yes.”

“Come sleep in my bed, Papa. I’ll protect you from nightmares”, she said, making space for him beside her. He chuckled, and did as she asked.

“And how will you be doing so?”

She pointed up towards the window. His eyes followed her chubby finger’s direction to see an intricate dream-catcher hanging off the frame. “Mama made this dream catcher and gave it to me before she left. She said it would protect me from bad dreams by catching them, and only let the good ones in for me to see. I’m sure she put in a little magic for you too... I miss her.”

‘I miss her too’, he thought to himself as he planted a kiss on Luna’s head. All tucked in with both of Levi’s arms wrapped around her little body, she was back asleep within minutes.

He closed his eyes, falling asleep rather quickly in the proximity of his little dumpling. A flood of memories rushed into his mind. It almost felt like he was reliving the first time you met him on opening day of his café. Levi had partnered with your patisserie to supply all the desserts and treats to go with his tea. You had walked in carrying boxes so big, that Levi couldn’t see you behind them, stumbling around the café and looking for a spot to keep them. He had helped you settle them on a nearby table, and was flabbergasted when he finally saw you emerge from behind. Wavy hair flowing down your shoulders, a scowl on your face along with a gorgeous glow because of the sweat you broke while carrying the weight - He was so mesmerized that he failed to register what you were going on and on about. Maybe something about the traffic and the heat he guessed.

Maybe you did put in a little magic in the dream catcher for him.

Then his subconscious mind wandered to your first date. After weeks of hounding Levi to ask you out, Hange, one of his best friends and colleagues, gave up hope on him and slipped you a note asking you to dinner on his behalf. He looked mortified and was ready to tackle them to the floor. You blushed upon reading it and asked Hange if they would be accompanying him for the date to do the talking for him. How hard he had rolled his eyes while you two giggled away. All that while he mentally thanked his beloved four-eyes for meddling.

He relived the first time you held hands, your first kiss on the quiet balcony of his then-apartment while it snowed, the day he proposed to you. You weren’t expecting a formal proposal at all, knowing Levi. Yet he had managed to make it so special. He then dreamed about your wedding day, and how absolutely divine you looked; The day you found out you were going to be parents; The day your daughter was born. Levi had decided to name her Luna, saying that you were his sunshine, and the little bundle of love, his moon.

That was when things started going downhill. You both had very different outlooks towards how you wanted to raise your child. Levi had a rough childhood. He lost his mother at a young age, never knew his father and was raised by a detached uncle. He had to face a lot of hardships very early on in life, so that his siblings could have a bright future. He was fiercely protective of Luna, terrified that life may play a similar sick joke with her. You, on the other hand, had lived a relatively normal life. Your parents had supported you to be independent and resolute from a young age and you wanted the very same for your daughter. It ticked you off when Levi coddled Luna, and he detested you being stern with her.

What started off as minor disagreements turned into arguments, arguments escalated to fights. The fights got so intense that you both failed to realize when you drifted far apart from each other. About a week after Luna’s third birthday, You and Levi had a particularly bad altercation that resulted in you to walking out of your home in the middle of the night. You left Luna with him saying you wanted to keep things stable for her. Somewhere in your heart, you knew that Levi needed her more than you did. Both of you cried yourselves to sleep that night, and for many nights after.

You mutually tried to work things out over the next few weeks, but you were both headstrong about what you wanted for your child. Levi began to observe how Luna was seeing her parents quarrel every other day. He could see how it was affecting her. She was having nightmares on a regular basis; her usual bubbly self was getting lost among the harsh words exchanged between her parents. With no end to your differences in sight, Levi made a decision to put a stop to this misery,

You were still optimistic that things would fall back in place, until one morning, a few months after you walked out of your home, you were blindsided by what arrived in the mail. Levi had sent you divorce papers.

Ooo I was thinking of a 👯‍♀️ with S4 Jean (during the timeskip) (tragiccomedia + 😂and 😏 if you want ⚔️) where he likes Mikasa and she likes Levi and they're both doing it coz they wanna get over ppl and he's open abt his feelings for Mikasa to her, she tells him who it's Levi a bit later or maybe he asks and guesses and his reaction is kinda shocked but then later kinda gets it? Idk,you can decide wht his reaction is, thts just kinda an idea. (ps, maybe she transfers frm the military branch or sth so she's a bit older so there's no issue with the age thing and she's over 18 whn she meets Levi but still young enough tht she's friends with the 104th) I rly want an actual conversation between them abt tht and maybe her and Levi get together in the end and Jean's rly excited for her. I just want them to be idk bestfriends tht occasionally fuck and maybe he develops a little crush once but thts not there anymore. Bonus if after the convo Jean teases her or fangirls everytime there's literally any interaction between her and Levi. Bonus bonus! if Jean finally gets over Mikasa or finds someone else too.

This was so long and detailed, I'm so sorry 💀

ofc! i hope you like it and thanks for participating! <3 sorry for all the mess jhjaj ah <3

jean x female!reader, levi x female!reader, mikasa x jean

implied sex, nudity, suggestive content.

writing this listening to role-play by astro <3 also lmao the ship names Levyn and Yevi are supposed to well yk how this works sorry in advance for the cringe on the written version

"Love is just a fucking time-waist." he says. He gets up lazily and walks to the bathroom. You strengthen your body on bed, the sheets moving softly against your bare body. He comes back after a couple minutes, as naked as he went, and takes his place by your side. Your body searches his hot one, and his arm finds your waist. You like his attention.

 Even when this is just sex without feelings, he keeps cleaning you sweetly after every round, giving you attention and treating you like a queen. He’s your best friend, after all. A best friend with whom you occasionally fuck. Nothing more. 

“It is.” you agree with him. He sighs.

“Hm. But, you never told me why you agreed to have this.” he says. You turn around, facing him. His hair is a mess and his hazel eyes shine with curiosity when he looks at you. He’s so different to him. A different type of beauty, a different type of charm. Jean’s features are more rough, even when he keeps being really attractive. His body is enormous and well-defined. He has an easy personality, he’s extroverted and friendly. 

Levi, on the other side, is introverted. He remains silent if he doesn’t have nothing interesting to say. His traits are sharper, his body finer and more elegant. 

“I told you I like someone out of my reach.” you say. Jean raises a brow.

“You know who I like, I should know who you like.” he teases you. He’s joking, he always insists a couple times, but then changes the conversation theme. It’s true that, lately, he has been more cuddly and sweet to you, even when he was all a gentleman before. 

“I think it’s time to talk about it, then.” you sigh, sitting in bed. You try to cover every part of your body with the sheets, and you feel Jean’s curious gaze. “It’s Levi.”

“Wait, the Captain? That Levi?” he asks, sitting. You cover your face, all blushed, with your hands.

“How many other Levi are here, Jean.” he laughs. It’s true, there’s only a Levi. Levi Ackerman, the captain of the Special Operation squad. It’s true that you entered really young to the Corps, training hard, entering his Squad when you turned 18. Two years later, all this people appeared, making a new squad next to you, under Levi’s commands. You’re just a couple years older, Jean is now on his 20 while you have almost 22. Levi suffered from insomnia. That’s why he was always on the kitchen when it was dark night, drinking a cup of tea, his shirt open, the peaceful breeze that enters the kitchen messing his hair. Maybe that was the exact moment you fell for him. You start to tell all the story to Jean, that listens to you quietly, his gaze never leaving yours. Once you end, he sighs.

"So, another Ackerman..." he says. You nod.

"Another one." you sigh. "But this one is so difficult to know..."

"But, you're fantastic, girl. I'm sure he'll end falling for you."

"Maybe he sees me as a little girl." you sigh again. "I'm a bit younger than him."

“Wow, I... I didn’t know you liked them older.” His laugh is muffled by the pillow you have thrown at his face. He takes it away. “But you have been liking the Captain for a long time, no? We’ve been doing this for a time.” he remembers. Yes, exactly a year and a half. Even when you liked Levi for more time.

It all started on a party. Levi ended making guard on the forest and Mikasa ran after Eren when he decided to leave. That had you, sitting bored on a wood railing and Jean drinking reluctant near you. Even when you were friends, you started to talk. Jean sighed and said something like “love sucks.”. you agreed. After a little conversation, you can’t remember well why, but you felt specially attracted to him, and both ended kissing. Then, you knew you kissed him because you wanted to imagine he was Levi. That wasn’t fair for him, but he took your wrist when you were about to leave.

“Why don’t we take each other?”

That’s how your first time happened. And it was quickly followed by more. Jean didn’t doubt to ask you to repeat every time he feel frustrated, even when he didn’t seem like that with you, always praising you and adoring you, even when he teased you once finished. You also searched him every time you felt needy, but it was just that.

“Since I entered his squad, basically.” you sigh. “But I understood is a impossible relationship, I already dumped the possibility.”

“You shouldn’t!” he says. You look at Jean, his glowing skin , more bronzed than before, since he has to work under the sun. “You are gorgeous, how could him not have an eye on you?” he says. 

“How could Mikasa not look at you?” you ask, using the same jokingly tone he used. Jean blushes.

“She has someone to look for.” he whispers. You decide not to talk about it, he seems touched by it. “But, now I’ll help my wonderful best friend to get with the grumpy captain. Sleep well tonight, we have tons of work tomorrow.”

“I’m not tired.” you say. After telling Jean about your feelings for Levi, sleeps sounds like a lux. He smiles, getting softly on top of you, his chain near your body.

“Well, I can help with that...”

He definitely helped. His hands ran all over your body, his mouth exploring freely every single inch of you, his sweet sounds near your ear, his praises.

Now, the sun that enters casually from your window illuminates him while he gets dressed. He’s zipping his pants when he turns around, all his muscles twisting softie. 

“You’re not going to dress?” he asks. He insisted that today you two were going to search Levi. He wants to see by himself if you have any chance with the captain. 

He’s not going to lie, he likes you. Just a little, but he does. But, the fact that you like a man that could take real good care of you, makes him happy. He wants to see you in Levi’s arms, smiling, truly happy.

“I’m tired...” you say. Jean lets out a laugh. Yesterday you weren't tired so he helped you, and now you're too tired?

"Don't use tiredness as a excuse, we're seeing the captain now. Should I use a ship name? like Yevi? Levyn?" You sit on your bed and slap his back.

"I hate you." you say, a smile starting to appear. He takes his shirt.

"You didn't say the same yesterday night. Should I remember you..." he crawls on the bed, getting next to you. You laugh, pushing his body out.

"Capicci, you're the best man ever, Jean Kirstein." you know he loves when you praise him like that. It makes his ego reach incalculable quantities. "Now, let me change." He turns around, but giggles.

"As if I haven't seen that before." he hums. You dress fast and you two leave the dorm. Levi was outside the dorms, so Jean literally pushed you. "There! go for it, lioness."

You walk towards the captain, feeling your friend's hazel gaze on you. He looks at you.

"Oh, y/n." he smiles a little. Jean sees how you two talk. He's proud of you. He sees how you smile to the captain, so pure. You're in love. And he knows the captain also likes you.

He wasn't bad guessing though, that's why now you walk by Levi's hand, after dating him for a month. You pass by the dorms, where a smiling Jean talks to a brunette girl. He winks at you. Levi looks your tangled hands.

"You never told me about Jean." he says, your best friend making hesrt from behind, teasing you."

"Oh..." you remember all the times the two of you shared heath, how he made you feel so good when you thought you couldn't reach Levi. "It isn't nothing important. He helped me."

You remember the day before your first date with Levi. Jean took your wrist and hugged you.

"I'm so proud of you, y/n." he said, caressing your hair. "Now go and dazzle that man." you nod, leaving. "And don't forget all I teached you this months!"

Anime Levi #685

Episode 38 - 狼煙 (Smoke Signal)

none of y’all act up when i say this but…

been watching roasting Attack on Titan (SNK) this weekend.

and the one thing i’m 1000% behind after you sort through the feeble mask of imperialistic bullshit & hamfisted storytelling is that this short king can get it anytime he goddamn wants it.

He’s so precious

Hey! I was wondering if perhaps you got an idea about what is written on the new Erwin guide book pages? I couldn’t find a translation:(

I hope you are having a great week 💕

Hey Anon! I haven't seen a translation of Erwin's pages from the new Guidebook either, but I suspect that's because they're exactly the same as the previous edition of the Guidebook, which is available in a number of languages including English. (My 2018 edition is called Attack on Titan Character Encyclopedia.) As far as I'm aware, the biographies of characters who died before the final arc have not been changed. I can't find a scan of the pages from the English edition, but @tsuki-no-ura has a translation here Erwin - SnK Character Directory.

Erwin's entry is focused primarily on his pursuit of his dream and his guilt. The headline is the quote from chapter 76.

"I fooled my friends, fooled myself, and built this mountain of corpses that I now stand on."

There's also a really touching line about "Levi's words causing him to give up on these dreams".

Okay but imagine having pregnant sex with Reiner, bestie. He would try so hard to be as tender and soft with you as possible in the beginning, but the fact that he has his cock buried deep into you with no protection while your stomach is already forming with one of his seeds brings out something feral in him. His hazel eyes go dark with lust and his eyes are focused only on how your puffy cunt swallows his fat cock whole and how different you feel around him since you’re pregnant. Keeps telling you how he’s going to “Knock you right back up as soon as your body heals.” And use you like his own personal breeding machine for as long as he can 🥵

Babe you have stolen my heart right out of my womb how tf u devilish goddess. Long live your inspiring ass amen 💜🥴💜

Soothe

What: Reiner cuntdrunk on your fruiting body 🌷

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“You gonna take a picture, big boy? Or are you going to come in your wife and soothe her cunt with a load?"

Reiner is a gentle soul, explaining his honor of your devotion, his need to claim your womb in exchange for the brightness you could infuse his life with.

Will tease you mercilessly about how your body changes during the pregnancy, but then attend each mention with his tongue and teeth. He'll follow up with his lips with plush kisses if you're good.

"Honey, I don't know if I can go back to the way it was. Filling you up and fucking you full always ruins me. I think we're going to have to just say fuck it and let me breed you raw for the rest of forever."

"What if we've got one suckling right on your breast and another growing in here at the same time? Twins. What are the odds of anything more than two?"

He gets excited and sassy with his questions, a little manic in his happiness, but no less considerate. He finds shoving every part of your cunt into his mouth is his favorite hobby and he has to practice daily. He can't get over how you taste different just like how your pussy feels like it's gripping him like he shouldn't leave so sometimes he doesn't he keeps it right tight inside stuck close and deep, full weight of his length and girth just filling an ache in your soul like soothing enchantment.

He's obsessed with using the size of his large hands to compare the progression of your stomach growing. He gets a raging hard on, bends you over and yanks your underwear off, and creams your quim when you take a picture of his hands over your belly like a heart. It drives him nuts, touched and wrecked and steel he needs to sheath with your sweet pussy to get relief from the heat, ache, throbbing need.

armin season 4 layouts??__#@🧺🔌

ʟᴇᴠɪɪɪɪɪ ɪɪɪɪ | just some Hange to brighten y’alls day 💛

I don’t know much about tarot, but what do you think of Jean for the Emperor with fake dating troupe + female reader ?

🂱 𝖒𝖆𝖏𝖔𝖗 𝖆𝖗𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖆: 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖔𝖗

🂾 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓: 𝖏𝖊𝖆𝖓 𝖐𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖎𝖓

♡ 𝖆 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖐𝖆𝖒𝖎: yams hereee, i was so excited to do this one! i hope you enjoy <33

♡ 𝖐𝖆𝖒𝖎’𝖘 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖙!: info here!

!! 𝖆 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖇𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖈𝖊𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌: none! though i do apologize cause some of this is cliché LMFAO

# READING

the emperor indicates a strong male figure in life, alongside stability and a good time to take control and power over what it is you desire.

in your "relationship" with jean, it's clear that he was the one to spark it. while you may hold masculine energy at times, he seems to be overflowing with it. you get to relax and he makes the hangouts happen without hesitation. despite his disorientated and wacky personality, he's quite stable and knows how to keep a good schedule. to be honest, this could be more than just a false name to your heads, you sure you guys don't like each other?? this card suggests a long lasting relationship, be aware of any hints of subtle moves he makes!

# HEADCANONS

jean's reason for starting this fake relationship was pretty self indulgent, sparking due to making some girls jealous and wanting his name around

you were the perfect person for it! you two were already best friends, hanging out together most of the time during school and having rumors around about you two, too

he asked you about it during lunch, something along the lines of "people already think we're together, how about we "date"?, not currently having a crush and eyeing him since the start, you were on board

your relationship consisted of things like you two being alone and somewhere hidden during outings, even holding hands and kissing each others cheeks or hands to hold that intimacy for the public eye

about a month into it, he realized he had feelings for you. it was easy to know

he noticed he was always looking forward to seeing you and sometimes got upset when you'd hang out with another guy. he couldn't help it, he had jealously scripted in his DNA

it was evident he was into you when he would spend longer times than expected planning out dates and fun things for you to do with him.

now, all he had to do was find a time to confess. how would you feel about it though? he wasn't sure, though he knew he was probably gonna overanalyze the way you react.

# DRABBLE

the brown haired man would be obligated to carry an overflowing heart of love for you around without a single clue on how to not let it spew out in a bad manner. what if she doesn't like me? this is ridiculous I can't believe I fell for yn in this! is the common phrase that filled the silent void in his room. he found himself staring at the wall, arms behind his head as his mind drifted to a world of you. he couldn't find a good way to tell you, it'd be worse if he did it in public, practically blowing away your title of a relationship and even friendship at the worst case.

little groans would be heard as he stumbled upon a good idea that had some bad cons. time was lost and he had forgotten about your proposed finals study session. it was too late when you knocked on the door to let him know you were coming in, finding him mumbling and thinking out loud.

"shit, sorry i forgot you were coming", he was rushing to sit normally and welcome you into the room, offering a drink which you refused, already being asked at the door by his mother.

all you could notice throughout the study session was a weird tension and stiffness to him when you'd touch him or gaze hands when pointing at locations within your textbooks. maybe he was actually seeing someone now?

jean what's wrong? were the words that led to the start of his emotions bursting out at you. he tried to keep his masculine attitude and ways there, not outright saying it but rather complimenting you at first. 'you're really great to hang out with, you know? i really like you' was all he manage to say without sugarcoating it. 'and i mean, like you like you. i don't want to pretend i don't like you and actually have you as my girlfriend' ah there it was. his heart was beating out of his chest, dry throat giving out on him between his sentences and having to take a moment to collect himself. his hands were frozen and shaky, holding yours in order to make the moment more intimate.

you couldn't help but smile, relieved to know he felt the same way. how could you have not fallen for him? he did everything you'd ever want in a guy, he set up dates like they would be the last one you had. he really cherished you and made it known that you were something to him.

not making him panic any further, you dove straight to his figure, hands on his face and placed a firm and passionate kiss to his plush lips. the first of many more, real and true ones, to come.

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Levi: Okay who broke it?

Historia: ...I did it. I broke it.

Levi: No. No you didn't. Eren?

Eren: Don't look at me, look at Jean.

Jean: What?! I didn't break it.

Eren: Huh, that's funny how did you even know it was broken?

Jean: Because it's in front of us. And it's broken.

Eren: Suspicious

Jean: No! It's not.

Connie: If it matters, probably not, but Mikasa was the last one to use it.

Mikasa: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!

Connie: Then what were you doing by the kettle earlier?

Mikasa: I was using the spoon to push back my cuticles, everyone knows that, Connie.

Historia: Okay, okay, let's not fight. I broke it. I'll pay for it, Captain.

Levi: No, who broke it?

Armin: Captain... Sasha's been really quiet.

Sasha: Oh really!?

Armin: Yeah, really!!

[Everyone starts arguing]

Levi: I broke it. It brunt my hand so I punched it. I predict in ten minutes everyone will be at each other's throat in war paint and a pig head on a stick.

Levi: [smiles] Good it was starting to get a little chummy around here.

How to Love Pt. 7

Yelena x Fem! y/n pairing

Warning: Yelena gets weird in the bathroom.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Yelena encounters your mother upon going back home.

Guide: f/n: Friends name

The sun was slow to rise, birds chirping in the dim blue black light of the sky while a thick fog laid closely down to the ground, getting thicker because of the cold morning air. A putrid scent mixed with the smell of a put out fire filled the air of the forest below the edge of the curved road that was more than several feet above, sounds of feral animals crunching at bones pulling at different parts of a carcass, fighting aggressively over who gets to eat what, insects of all kinds eating away at they decaying skin, small white worms twisting and turning around in the all the orifices of the carcass, eating away at whatever they could.

The car ride back into the city was quiet. Yelena was slumped down in the passenger seat sleeping with her feet up on the dashboard of the vehicle laying back comfortably, hands folded over her stomach. Onyankopon looked over at her smiling slightly then turning his head back toward the road.

“What is it?” Yelena opened her eyes abruptly and sat up.

“Oh nothing, I was checking to see if you were sleeping.” He replied.

“I wasn’t sleep, I was thinking.” She stated.

“Thinking about what?” He asked

“Just something that happened a while ago. Nothing that important.” She put the seat up, putting her elbow on the edge of the car window and rested her head on her arm.

“You know, you can talk to me about it. It’s not good to overthink a lot.” He said. “There’s nothing to speak about, so just drop it.” She closed her eyes again, only to open them again upon hearing Onyankopon laugh.

“So, who’s the lucky one?” He asked.

Yelena sat up in the seat and frowned. “How’d you know?”

“Because, I know you. And you’ve never really went to great lengths for anyone, well, not since we met years ago.” he replied with a soft smile. She didn’t reply, instead just looked out the window staring at the sun. “Drop me off right here..” she said. “But it’s cold outside, besides it’s too far for you to walk.”he said. “I need to collect my thoughts, that’s all.” slowing down the car he stopped on the side of the road, the city wasn’t far from where she was dropped off at, he drove away. The air was still foggy but was becoming less thick, the sound of dead leaves crunched with every step she took.

𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺/𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰..

𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘥.

Walking only a few more minutes she takes a turn heading towards a convenience store, walking inside she grabbed things off the shelves of the snacks and different food you liked to eat, a few drinks and some sketchy off branded pain medication. “Excuse me miss, but are you a friend of my daughters?.” Yelena looked down and saw a woman that looked like she could be the middle aged version of you, she was holding up a missing poster with your name and face on it as well as what you were last wearing. Yelena’s heart sped up as she looked at the poster, “Yes, how can I help you?” she said. “Thank goodness, police have been searching for my daughter but as expected they’re half assing their job, have you seen y/n anywhere? Did you speak to her before she went missing?” your mother was beginning to panic as tears welded up in her eyes, “No, sorry I haven’t. She stopped speaking to me before she went missing, I’m sure she’s alright.” Yelena walked over to the cashier and paid for her stuff putting the items in the bag and headed out the store, your mother following close behind her. “It’s a shame really, y/n always spoke so highly about you. She would talk for hours on end about what you two would do together..” she began to cry, walking over to her Yelena gave her a gentle hug and words of reassurance that you were going to be alright. “You really do love your daughter, don’t you?”she asked. “Yes of course I do, yeah we may argue and fight over things, and I may not be the best mother in the world, but I try everyday to be better to her. It makes me think, what did I do wrong? Did she leave because of me?” Yelena put a hand on your mothers shoulder, “Don’t feel bad, at least you admitted you’re self aware.” she smiled at her as your mother gave a look of slight confusion. “Now, if you’ll excuse me I have to head back home.” Yelena began to walk away from her. “Wait! Please allow me to at least take you back to my house it’s too cold for you to be walking out here, especially alone, it’s the least I could do for my daughters friend. After all, I find you very charming.” your mother took out her car keys, unlocking the car and got inside waving for her to get in. Yelena hesitated for a moment, slipping her hand down into her pocket she gripped on tightly to her tactical folding knife contemplating if she should go or not, after a few seconds of consideration, she got in the passenger seat setting the bag of purchased items on the floor of the car in front of her, still gripping on tightly to the knife.

Yelena sat at the kitchen table of your house looking around at all the pictures and other things that were there, taking close observation of her situation. “Yelena, you don’t have to be so tense, relax and have something to drink.” your mother insists. “I’m not tense ma’am, and I’m fine I don’t need anything from you.” your mother sat down at the table sitting across from Yelena, she leaned forward and folded her hands together. “Sweetheart, is something wrong?” She asked, “Why would you think somethings wrong? I’m alright.” Yelena fiddled with her hands under the table shifting her eyes looking around the room trying to avoid your mother gaze. “Listen, I know it’s been hard on you since my daughters disappearance, and I know I could never replace your mother. But I care about your well being, in a very hard to articulate way.” Yelena scoffed and relaxed in the chair “Don’t lie to me like that.” your mother frowned a little.

“Why would I lie to you? I have no reason to be dishonest with you Yelena, everyday that you spent with my daughter made me smile, y/n herself never really was all that great at making friends and it made me worry. Yes, she has f/n and believe me I think they’re great and all, but you Yelena, the way she would talk about you.... it made me realize how much she loves you and cares about you.”

Yelena smiled a tiny bit. “Did she really mean it?” she asked. “Yes of course she did! But, she was worried about you..” Yelena perked up a bit leaning back in the chair, “Why would y/n worry about me?” Your mother sighed and took a sip of tea, setting the cup down she gave a serious expression “So, who’s living with you?” Yelena tensed up. “Oh don’t get me wrong I wasn’t judging! Y/n just mentioned to me before that you lived alone and well you bought all that food, so I assumed it was for someone else.” Yelena smiled, taking a sip of tea and picked her head up,“Actually, I am in fact in a relationship. And I’m fairly new to the idea the loving someone else, I want to make my significant other happy but I feel like they’re subconsciously doubting me.” Your mother smiled and folded her hands together once more, “Well, do you doubt yourself and your devotion to your partner?”she asked. “No. Not at all. I’ll do anything for my lover. I want what’s best for them, I just feel as if they aren’t being honest with their emotions towards me. Quite frankly, I haven’t really been all that honest with them either..” Yelena replied.

“Sweetheart, the best thing you can do in a relationship when starting out, is start to understand the patterns in your relationship that are effecting it in a negative way. Learn which ones are helping and which ones aren’t, and lying won’t help.” she said in an endearing soft tone.

“I guess I don’t say I love them as much as a I should be...” Yelena looked off to the side feeling a bit of shame.

“Well, I’ll tell you this, not hearing those words all that often can start to impact you in a bad way. Like y/n for example, she didn’t really give me hugs or tell me she loved me that much, now don’t get me wrong I know she does and has an odd way of showing it. But I know how much it can hurt. I won’t be around forever after all. But that’s also my fault in a way, I always gave her the stuff she wanted instead of what she needed.” Yelena sat there with that same dry expression as usual, pushing down any sense of guilt she had inside. “Well, I’ll take your words of advice into deep consideration, I’ll be going now.” She got up out the chair and put the tea cup in the sink, she felt the sleeve of her shirt being pulled at and looked down “I’m sorry, but could you stay a while? Without y/n here I just feel so lonely. And ever since you started spending a lot of time with y/n, I thought of you as another daughter in a way.” Yelena smiled and pat her shoulder “Of course I can stay, I don’t mind.”

Hours had passed, it was 11:00pm and you were sitting on the living room couch watching the same boring tv shows as usual. Yelena hadn’t come back yet, you knew she works late but never this late and frankly it was starting to worry you. You began to think of reasons why she would be out so late,

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵?

𝘖𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦?

“Don’t be stupid, Yelena wouldn’t leave me for someone else.” you said to yourself as the feeling of loneliness creeped up behind you. “It’s like she doesn’t trust me... or that she doesn’t really care.” You picked up the house phone and dialed her number.

There was no answer. “Okay, I’ll just try again. No worries.” The second time around, there was no answer. After a few more attempts you gave up on calling. Laying back down on the couch, you stared blankly at it, the faint noises of cars speeding along the dry roads was in the background. You tried to control your anxious emotions, the thought of Yelena cheating on you replayed in your mind as you visualized her with someone else instead of you. You felt a certain feeling creep into your heart.

Hatred, perhaps?

Suspicion, maybe?

The feeling was so close, but you couldn’t decipher it into a clear vivid thought.

“Jealousy.” you said to yourself. The feeling bitter feeling of jealousy twisted and turned inside of your heart, plaguing the corners of your mind like a parasitic infection. Your immediate thought was to get revenge and cause pain to someone, but who? You weren’t even sure if your assumption was true. The house phone rang, snapping your out of your thoughts temporarily, but that bitter feeling still lingered in the dark corner of your mind, “Yelena?!” you shouted into the phone, her voice sounded tired and a hint of irritation could be heard, “What the hell are you spamming my phone for?” she asked. “I was just worried about you, you didn’t come home..” Yelena let out a sigh thinking of an excuse, but she couldn’t let you find out you have a family. “I’m with a lady. I’m spending the night so you better behave while I’m gone. And take a shower too.” she said, rather sternly. You let out a pout, upset that she was using such a harsh tone. “Alright, fine....be a bitch.” you replied in the same cold tone. There was a brief moment of silence on the other line of the phone, “Y/N”you abruptly hung up the call cutting Yelena’s sentence off, slamming the phone down, stomping over to the couch beyond pissed off.

“That bitch, all I wanted was to spend the day with her! But nooo! It’s too much to FUCKING ASK FOR!! And then she has the audacity to stay with some other lady?! Oh...I’ll show that bug eyed, pale skin, bleach demon bitch!! I’ll show her good!!” you got off the couch quickly, angrily searching around the apartment for anything valuable, anything that Yelena deems as precious to her. After all, you thought she deserved it for breaking your precious little heart by staying with someone else for the night. Call it immature or childish even, but you were blinded by anger and no longer bound by rational thinking, you whipped your head around, looking desperately for anything, you were too far in anger to turn back now.

Your eyes set upon the phonograph that sat on a small desk next to a box full of record disks. You grabbed the box and dumped them out on the floor, applying all your weight you stomped and kicked the discs, grabbing them you bent them causing them to break in half, frustrated that most of them didn’t break you went to the window and threw them down into the green dumpster below.

You felt satisfied with yourself, but it still wasn’t enough. You needed more. You stomped over quickly to Yelena’s wine cabinet, opening it roughly, you grabbed out all the bottles you could hold and struggled to open them, once you got one open you poured it down the drain, leaving the bottle on the stove, you went back over to the cabinet and found the reddest wine there was. You ran into Yelena’s room, throwing against the wall behind the bed a few times before the thick glass finally broke, getting the dark crimson liquid everywhere.

Wiping your hands you made your way back to the living room, somewhat pleased with the mess you caused. “That’ll teach her..” you said to yourself out loud. You yawned stretching your arms, and laid back on the couch deciding to sleep there for the night, since you ruined the bed. You were slowly becoming more and more on edge doubting Yelena’s honesty, who she was as a person and whatever else she could potentially be hiding from you. Part of you felt guilty for doubting her faithfulness towards you, after all, she did “save” you. But you didn’t care, you enjoyed that feeling of jealously no matter how much it hurt your heart.

Yelena stared at her phone still surprised at what you had called her, but she didn’t have time for your childish name calling. “Goodnight dear, sleep well. Oh! And if y/n’s pajamas are too small for you, there’s a bigger size in the closet on the right.” your mother said to her from down the hall. “Thank you, but these are just fine.” Yelena laid on the couch with her arms behind her head, staring at the ceiling as she remembered your mother’s words to her while trying to mentally calculate her next move carefully. She pulled out her phone and turned it on, the bright scene illuminated the dark living room. Clicking the news app, she scrolled through every article that had to do with recent deaths, one of the headlines mentioned the disappearance of high school students, all of them matched the exact features of the three students Yelena had absolutely brutalized. Scrolling down further she saw a video, it was the parents of the student’s crying and begging for their children to come back, and for whatever sick bastard that took them to return them so they could serve jail time.

“Mothers, huh?” she said to herself quietly.

Yelena took the blanket off of her and got up off the couch, feeling around in the dark room she found her pants, digging around in the pocket she took her tactical knife out and walked upstairs to the bathroom.

Flicking on the light, she closed the door and locked it, she set the knife down on the sink and stood in front of the mirror pressing her finger tips against the glass making sure it’s not two-way. She took her hand away and looked at the pajamas she was wearing, admiring how cute they looked.

“The pajama shorts are a bit tight...the shirt fits on me like some kinda crop top.” she turned around and looked at her backside in the mirror. Turning back around, Yelena lifted up the shirt and held the bottom of it up to her nose, inhaling your scent that still lingered on it. Your scent made her head fuzzy, like she couldn’t think straight, your sweet fragrance made her wanna let out noises of satisfaction that no man or woman had ever made her vocalize before...well, no woman except for you.

It made her feel like she was completely bound to you, tied up in an unbreakable array of rope and desire, she wanted to feel you touch her all over her body while she felt absolute, feral, submission. She couldn’t help but fantasize about the life she wanted with you, all the things she’d do to make you happy. She looked up, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror, she froze. “The hell am I doing? Why’s she making me act this way?” Yelena sat down on the ledge of the bathtub, holding her head in her hands as she slouched over. “There’s no way I’m doing this here...” she bounced her leg anxiously while trying to keep her mind off of you, but she couldn’t, you were like something absolutely intoxicating, but in a good way, something so addictive and hypnotic.

𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩...

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳.

𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘐 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦...

𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩...

𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳...

𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳..

𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦.

Yelena got up off the bathtub ledge and unlocked the bathroom door, opening it she peaked her head out looking in both directions of the hallway. She pulled her head back in and shut the door, locking it. She looked at herself in the mirror once more.

“Just this once...”

Hi lost! Nothing much, just saw another anon call you “the Eruri Messiah” and I gotta say that they’re absolutely right! You keep preaching the language of Eruri to the four corners of the globe! Go you! That will be all, thank you.

Actual picture of Lostcauses preaching the Gospel according to Isayama.