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levitiquee · 5 months

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“Daaa-ddy.”

Levi startles, looking up. The little girl stood before him, all wide eyes and beaming at him.

“Yes? Shouldn’t you be at school?”

She shrugs, then thrusts out a hair brush and a set of scrunchies. “Do my hair today!” She grins.

Levi is taken aback slightly, not at all expecting such a request. It’s not that he had a bad relationship with his daughter really, if anything Levi spends every second that he can spare with her. But even so, it was so sudden and specific, not to mention she has never asked him to do it before. It was you who helped her get ready.

“Doesn’t mommy usually do that?” He asks slowly. “Is she busy?”

She shakes her head quickly. “I just want you to do it today.” She smiles, holding the brush out to him, waiting for him to take it.

Levi glances at it then looks back up. How could he say no to that?

So, without a word, he motions her to turn around which she follows happily, pulling a stool nearby to sit between Levi’s legs. Levi takes the brush, though slightly hard to hold without his missing fingers, he manages, combing through the black silky strands.

Like his.

Though, his own hair was stranded with gray now, a sign of the long years he had lived. Even Ackermans don’t stay young forever.

But it’s still so strange to him, having her here, right in front of him. He still freezes a little when she smiles at him, watching her with awe. She looked almost exactly identical to him, starting from the shape of her face to the color of her eyes, just the exact shade of the silvery blue that his own eyes hold. But there was a brightness in those eyes that Levi doesn't think he ever had. She was like this little ball of sunshine, always so bright.

And her smile, that came from you.

She was his. Yours. Theirs.

A part of him and a part of you. A whole other human being. A child. A blessing.

It was the hardest at thr beginning. For him to get used to it. Despite the 9 months of pregnancy, it was when he first held her that the realization finally hit him. That she was his daughter. His.

And the moment his eyes locked with the newborn, he knew he was doomed.

That there was nothing he wouldn’t do for this small, small, absolutely tiny person that came to earth no more than half an hour ago. That he had just met.

It was crazy how it only took him only a moment for him to swear his life for her, to become so protective. It was actually ridiculous, how he felt anxious even when it was the nurses holding her, he’d been so rigid, so poised. Even when handing her over to someone else’s arms, he had his hand outstretched because just in case. It took a shit load of convincing from you for him to let Jean and Connie hold her.

It was crazier watching her grow up. Never had he felt this ridiculous amount of pure joy and excitement ever. Only to hear her first words, to watch her take her first steps, holding his hand. He swears it was only yesterday.

His chain of thought was cut off as she started to happily chatter about things. Unlike Levi, she talks. A lot. Levi doesn’t mind, he listens quietly. Every once in a while, inserting a comment.

“I’ve read about you. In the history books. Our teacher taught us.”

“Yeah?” He mumbles, brushing softly. “What’d you learn?”

“They called you humanity’s strongest.” She stumbles on the word a little, which was a bit heavy for her usual vocabulary. She turns around to look at him with awe and wonder, wide eyes asking for confirmation. “That’s so cool!”

He only lets out a small hum in response.

"Will I be as strong as you one day?"

"Sure. You already are." He hopes she never needs to be.

“I saw your picture too. And mommy’s. Also, Uncle Connie used to be bald back then.” She finishes with a giggle, the idea of Connie’s lack of hair amusing her. “You were like a superhero, weren’t you daddy?”

“I wouldn’t shoot that far.” He answers with a small smile.

Back then, Levi had never imagined the idea of having a family. There, caged between the walls, surrounded by those tremendous monsters. When there was no guarantee that you’d come back alive once you’re out there. How could he even think of bringing a child to the world, if he couldn’t even do the least that is to promise their safety?

But now, here she runs and plays outside, without a worry in the world, tirelessly. She doesn’t have to starve like Levi had to, she grows up with only all the good the world has to offer. She doesn’t know the worst of how things could be and Levi hopes she never does. She doesn’t yet understand the role Levi and you had played in creating this world, but she does understand the value of it. She asks questions sometimes, about the wheelchair and the eye and the hand. About your scars and why somedays you can't get yourself from bed. He doesn’t answer. He doesn’t know how to answer. And Levi knows, one day, he’ll have to tell her all of it, life back then and the life he had. But for now, he prays, let her grow up with only love and pureness. Let her see the world in her rose colored glasses. Something he never got to do.

She taps Levi’s leg as he bunches the hair to tie a ponytail. “Do braids.” She says.

“Braids? Don’t you always wear a ponytail?” Levi asks.

“Yes, but,” She tries to explain, stumbling for words. “Tash always pulls by it.”

Tash was one of her classmates, Levi knew from her frustrated rants about him. From what he could gather, neither liked each other much. “Next time he bothers you, you do the thing that I taught you.” He tells her.

“The thing with my hands?” She asked brightly, balling her hands to show him.

“Hey, no beating up kids at school. Levi!” You appear in the doorway, only catching the last bit of the conversation. “Don’t give her ideas. And you,” You look at your daughter who was smiling smugly. “I’ve been looking for you–wait, is Levi doing your hair?” You say, finally noticing and very surprised.

‘Yes!” She replies excitedly, “He’s doing braids! He’s very slow though.”

Levi playfully pats her head. “It’s because you keep moving.” He sighs. “Must you need braids? I’m not sure if I can–”

“Yes.”

Levi was about to say something else until she turned around, giving him the most adorable pout ever, eyes all round and needy, her brows pinched together. “Please?” She asks sweetly.

Well damn.

Levi tries, he really tries. But the word no somehow managed to disappear from his vocabulary, along with all of its synonyms. So he sighs, nodding.

“Levi, I can–” You start.

“It’s okay.” He puts up a hand, stopping you. He doesn’t know much about the process, but he’s spent enough time watching you do her hair. So he thinks he can manage it. “I can do it. Probably.” He says uncertainty.

It was slightly difficult to manage multiple sections of hair when you’re missing two fingers, but even surprising himself, he does manage it, after a few attempts. A little uneven, but works.

"Happy?" He asks her, patting her head.

It was good enough for the girl, who jumped up right after it was finished and cheered happily as an answer to Levi. She jumps to his arms, pulling him by the neck to plant a big smooch in his cheek.

“You're the best.” She beams at him, then running off to grab her bag which was by the door.

“Wow, mommy’s nonexistent now?” You fold your arms in mock offense.

She doesn’t answer, only picks up her bag and runs to hug you full speed, wrapping herself around your knees. “I love you.” She calls out, then turns to Levi. “And I love you too! I'm leaving now!”

Then she was out the door before you could say I love you back.

“Don’t run, you’ll fall.” Levi calls out to her, who was already far out of hearing range.

You closed the door. Then leaned against it, staring at Levi.

Levi looked away, cheeks heating up slightly, noticing the strange way you were staring at him, already knowing what comes after.

“So.” You said.

“So, what?” He said, glancing at you.

“Where'd you learn how to do braids?"

He huffs. "From you. I watched you do it.''

"Really?' It was so cute you could melt.

“Stop looking at me like that.” He grunts. “She’s my girl. I can do her hair sometimes, it’s not that big of a deal.”

“So, I’m not your girl?” You pout, exactly the same expression your daughter made just moments ago. “How come I don't I get braids?”

“I–” Levi starts, then huffing frustratedly. He can’t even say no to his daughter, who was he to say no to the mother? He tries nevertheless.

“I’m not doing it. Stop looking at me like that.”

You did not look away, pouting out your lips more.

“I won’t.”

You blinked, turning your expression sadder.

Levi gives up.

“C’mere.” He sighs.

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mariia-24 · 1 year

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El soldado mas fuerte de la humanidad.

#levi ackerman #levi aot #snk fanfiction #soldado mas fuerte de la humanidad #levi rivaille #attack on titan #snk levi #snk #shingeki no kyoujin fanfiction #rivaille ackerman #ackerman #captain levi #levi

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chrollohearttags · 21 days

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escape to paradise • e. jaeger: part one

spoiling your husband for his special day turns into a surprise, he’ll soon never forget

themes + things: musician x influencer au, slight angst at the beginning, mentions of illness and death, lots of humor and fluff, eren being a grouch about his birthday, soft but disgusting smut, equal parts porn and plot, alcohol and drug use, aphrodisiacs, consensual groping, handjob, oral sex (m. receiving), riding/reverse cowgirl, many other things

word count: 5.9K

I’m a few days late on this but honestly, it really does not matter. I’m not going to abandon another wip bc I ‘didn’t make it on time’. Besides, this site is lacking serious depth in its fics and I’m just so proud of this one. It’s going to be two parts just bc keep reading lines + anything that’s not a one liner post with ten men's names attached seems to scare the girls. Also, I feel as though I haven't written anything this lengthy or for my fav ship in a very long time so forgive me if the quality is not as great as others, I’m getting my bearings back and I hope that y’all enjoy this story as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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Birthdays. A momentous occasion for many..often dubbed as ‘another trip around the sun’, they find themselves grateful to be growing old in a world where it’s not guaranteed you’ll see the next day. Some choose to celebrate with extravagant parties and lavish gifts, others prefer a casual kickback with loved ones and a grocery store cake. It doesn’t matter as long as you do something to mark the occasion…however, for others …

“Yeah, just come by later. I can take a look at it after I finish up this other job—yeah yeah, for sure, dude. I got you—“

it was another day on the calendar! That sentiment rang true for the man who had been spending his past seven years holed up inside of a studio on his special day. EJ The Don, just as infamous for his anti-social, despondent behavior as he was for his amazing music, harbored absolutely no desire to be in some crowded club or party, surrounded by people who couldn’t give a shit less about him or his well-being the other three hundred sixty four days of the year. He was adamant on doing one thing and that was being left the hell alone. But even for his wife, (y/n) (l/n), who often mirrored his beliefs in terms of dealing with the public, was determined to make his day one to remember, whether anyone else was involved or not. However, the only person standing in the way of Eren’s relaxation and free time…was Eren himself! You were currently on your way to bring him some dinner you had made, in an effort to not only allow him a sabbatical but to ease the impending conversation that had been plaguing your mind onto him. You had finished up filming and editing some content in your own office not too long ago and was ready to call it a night. Sadly, the concept of rest didn’t quite register with your husband. He was a workaholic, through and through..hence why you were about to offer him a proposal and hoped that he didn’t refuse. Shifting the warm plate of homemade mashed potatoes, steak and lots of steamed broccoli into your opposite hand, you’d leave two faint knocks against the door.

“Can I come in?…”

the question seemed to startle the musician a bit as you heard him shuffling around and trying to lower the volume on his phone. He’d stutter a bit and ask that you give him just a minute. The whole thing seemed rather suspicious and make no mistake, you trusted your husband wholeheartedly but he was by the far, the most horrible liar you’ve ever met! A majority of women would jump to the conclusion of infidelity if placed into this exact scenario. They’d see it as a blatant phone call to a mistress or something related…that he had something to hide. But you? That was the furthest thing from your mind. It honestly was never even a worry of yours. He constantly reminded you of the fact that he was blessed enough to even bag you, he damn sure wasn’t going to test his luck and lose you by stepping outside of marriage and for someone like him, cheating took entirely too much work! Instead, you knew exactly what was going on and although, the severity was nowhere near that of another woman on his line, you were still angry nonetheless…finally, he’d give you permission to enter and once he did, you were met with that very toothy, shit-eating grin that he loved to feed you, along with a nervous cackle when he was doing something wrong. You could read his ass like a book!..

“H-hey princess. Don’t you look beautiful tonight—“

standing before him in an oversized t-shirt with a pair of shorts and a silk bonnet atop your head, (y/n) placed a hand on your hip whilst brandishing his food in the other. He could immediately sense the trouble he was in and decided to face you fully; spinning his chair around. He had no other option that to face the scolding that awaited him.

“Don’t ‘hey, princess’ me, Eren Michael. You know good and damn well you shouldn’t be up here this late. It’s almost midnight, you haven’t eaten anything since this morning and I heard your lil’ phone call. You just accepted another job, didn’t you..didn't you?!”

the reaction may have seemed a bit drastic and maybe you were being dramatic about the whole situation but for valid reason! Truth be told, he had no reason to be working so late into the night…his major projects and songs were completed for the time being so he could afford a break. Secondly, he shouldn’t have even been accepting outside work…especially considering what had transpired less than three weeks ago. He didn’t have a leg to stand on, that much was apparent and the last thing he wanted to do was go tit for tat with you at the moment. That was unless he wanted a tongue lashing out of this world and to be sleeping in the guest room for the next month. He wasn’t going to risk it but in true Eren fashion, he had to make an argument somehow..

“So what if I did? Babe, it’s just a small favor..it’ll take me less than an hour to do this and then I’m seated for the rest of the weekend. I can’t just not work..shit, still got bills to pay.”

nonchalantly declaring as he turned back to his computer, clicking away at the keys. Meanwhile, you’d take a seat next to him and place his food down also. Your intention was to never halt Eren from making his money or working. The two of you agreed that neither of you would ever stand in the way of one another’s careers or financial opportunities. They were something each of you had agreed upon that would remain sacred. However, when said ‘financial opportunities’ had caused quite a commotion in the household and it wasn’t just some minor incident, it was one that quite literally nearly turned your world upside down. All in a matter of minutes…

“...and what’s more important? Work or your own health?..because you seem to value it a lot more.. ” as you spoke the words into the air, you’d begin to choke up also. It was then that you’d replay the events from earlier in the month that made you nearly lose all control and every shred of your sanity..

flashback: two weeks ago…

“..911, what’s your emergency?”

“Yes! My name is (y/n) (l/n)..address is 9432 South Pointe…”

it was a call that you never hoped to have to have to make in your life. All too well had you known the horrors of having to cart a loved one off to the hospital via an ambulance after a terrible health scare and you never wanted to experience that again. But alas, here you were… frantically pacing the kitchen floor of your three story home, clutching your phone as you spoke with operators to dish out the reason for your call. (Y/N) had just returned from your routine morning run with you and Eren’s two dogs. It was something you’d do every single day as part of your workout regime. Not to mention, it gave you quality time with your fur babies. It was also a ritual that Eren would join you in and you guys would circle the spacey area; being as if you had no neighbors, with leashes in one hand as you jogged alongside one another. For one reason or another, Eren decided to hang back, saying that he was going to pass on the run. But would instead, have breakfast ready for you two once you got back. You didn’t think much into it, considering the fact that he had been working late into the night and more than likely needed some extra rest. However, you couldn’t shake the nagging suspicion gnawing away at your conscience.

‘I’m fine, princess. You go ahead, just be careful, okay?’

you guys agreed it’d be best to shorten your route whilst you were alone. Although, any would be assailants, hoping for an easy target would not only be met with the bloodthirsty wrath of two very protective pit bulls, that would tear them from limb to limb…but a woman who loved to fight and could do so very well. Not to mention, you never left home without some form of protection on your persons. Needless to say, you didn’t have any reservations about going out with your lonesome. Little did you know though…the true threat was waiting back home. Because it wasn’t a full ten minutes into your run did both Chino and Chanel begin alerting back to the house..they refused to go any further and instead, tugged at their leashes to go back. You were confused but your babies never led you astray.

“What’s wrong y’all? Do y’all wanna eat—“

That’s when you made the discovery…an unconscious Eren, lying on the kitchen floor! He was out cold, no signs of a break in, struggle or even a crime at all. It was odd. He was clutching his phone and when you turned it over, it was set to call you. You had not the slightest idea what had happened but the only thing you were concerned with was getting him the proper help. After answering a series of questions to the best of your knowledge, the kind and very helpful dispatcher informed you that an ambulance was on its way along with a police car, just in case. They arrived in only minutes and although that was something you certainly wasn’t used to in your early life, you were thankful. When they got there, they checked him over and by the grace of the heavens alone, he still had a very strong pulse but he was out cold. Unresponsive by sound but would faintly squeeze fingers..it was one of the better scenarios but still frightening nonetheless. The cops asked if anything suspicious happened and you told them that you��d only gone for a walk when your dogs kept pulling you back and that’s when you saw your husband. They determined that there was nothing criminal taking place and soon, left without incident. Only sending well wishes to Eren.

but now, you were tasked with trying to figure out what had happened to Eren! Once they loaded him up; still dressed in his sweats and no shirt, house slippers on and his hair down, you’d be right by his side in the back of the rescue. Clutching his hand, you clung to him as they checked all the necessary things and started IV’s. His vitals were a little concerning to say the least. An elevated heart rate, a spike in body temperature and what seemed to be cold sweats. They asked about any drug use, drinking…anything of the sort. You had only known Eren to smoke weed and have the occasional drink but nothing crazy. But it wasn’t until you arrived at the hospital, got checked in and a plethora of tests were conducted, would you truly know the extent of his condition and what you heard shocked you…

“Vaso…what?” “Vasovagal syncope..in other words, he’s collapsed from severe exhaustion and stress and is currently comatose. The good news is, he’s still mentally responsive. Right now, he’s just in a deep slumber. This is one of the more severe cases so he may be out for a few days. But as long as there’s no significant drop in vitals or brain activity, he should be fine.”

the doctor overseeing Eren’s care was rather helpful but seemed so nonchalant about something that had rattled you to your core. Your sweet, beloved husband was lying here unconscious and there wasn’t a damn thing you could do about it! You’d alert his mom, friends and you guys’ bosses. Needless to say, it wasn’t long before gifts and well wishes, along with media attention began to pour in. It was overwhelming to say the least…you rarely left his side for those three days. Barely even long enough to eat, shower and grab a change of clothes. When he finally came to, that breath that had remained hitched in your throat had finally released. You were terrified of what the alternative could have been so you were thanking God that he was okay. “Eren! Oh my God..” immediately bursting into tears as you flung your arms around him and sobbed. You were so relieved but so damn scared…how could he scare you like that?!

“Aw, princess. I’m sorry..I didn’t mean to worry you, baby. I’m fine..”

“Well you sure have a hell of a way of showing it. I’m so mad at you..don’t you ever do that stupid shit ever again!…”

Which was a very understandable reaction but your tears overshadowed that. The reality was that he was not close to being anything of the sort. His condition was a lot more urgent than before. As this wasn’t the first time he’d collapsed from exhaustion. Long nights in a studio to wild performances and dangerous habits to boot. So many moving elements went into being the rap sensation that everyone knew and loved but they only got the finished product and not the hard, strenuous work it took to get there. This industry was a machine and each artist, creative or talent that entered was a mere cog on the wheel. It was brutal, disgusting and once it was done with you, it all but possessed the power to spit you out when it was done. So naturally, you weren’t so apt to let him follow the same path once he recovered. The pain you felt whilst seated next to him, hearing machines beep as they monitored his unconscious body and fed him necessary sustenance…it was overwhelming. So you made a vow right then and there, that you wouldn’t allow him to work himself into an early grave. A promise to both him and yourself that you’d take more time to enjoy the fruits of your labor..before it was too late.

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“Look, I’m not tryna’ tell you what to do but I’m just worried. You scared the hell out of me, Eren..I don’t want to come in here and find you like that again. What if next time it’s too late?…”

he could sense the imminent fear in your eyes and the sadness spread across your face. In truth, Eren had never had to think about the consequences of his actions and another person’s feelings towards them. It would explain his very careless actions and reckless behavior. He’d stay in this room for hours and no one would check in on him, other than housekeeping. He could drink until his liver corroded and no one batted an eyelash. He was free to do as he pleased but now, he had you..and there wasn’t a chance in hell you’d let him continue down this destructive path. You loved him far too much for that..by this time, he had thanked you and snatched up his dinner. He always loved your cooking far more than any private chef or restaurant. The fact that you took time out of your own busy schedule to make sure he was eating and taken care of was something that he’d always be appreciative of. Setting it down, Eren would swallow his bite and wipe his mouth before rolling his chair towards you.

“..there won’t be a next time, I promise. Listen, I’m sorry, princess. I know I’ve been moving a lil’ careless lately. But I won’t keep putting you or myself through that. After this, I’m taking a break. No more projects, no more studio sessions…just me and you.”

which was the perfect segway into why you’d come in here to begin with. See, he wasn’t the only one who had been grinding to get what he wanted. Not only was Eren a workaholic, he’d always made it his mission to spoil you rotten. In his eyes, he was the provider so he had to make sure you were kept in every aspect of your life. He didn’t want you spending your money on anything other than leisure. As long as the two of you remained together, he was going to protect you. However, you were adamant on sharing the responsibility. Not so much in the sense of splitting expenses fifty fifty or taking on a ton of bills. But rather..you wanted to take care of him for once. Spoil your husband and make sure he knows just how much you loved him. And not a moment too soon because a rather special occasion was nearing the corner.

“Your birthday is in a few days and I was thinking…what if you and I left the country for a bit?”

the statement catching him off guard but you’d be quick to explain. “No distractions, no parties, no work. Just complete relaxation. Just like you wanted. It’s perfect timing. Do you remember what you told me in the hospital?” Flashing him a warm grin as you giggled and held his hand. That’s when the conversation replayed in his mind. Once he had awoken, Eren’s outlook had shifted. When the doctor informed him that his condition was due to stress and exhaustion, he was truly frightened as well. Realizing that his careless actions could land him in a coma or much worse if he didn’t start taking care of himself. That’s when he began to think more so along the lines of recuperation. What could he do or where could he go to truly decompress for once? That’s when he made a great suggestion in his medically induced state of mind, rambling as morphine and narcotics coursed through his veins. With tears building at his waterline and his eyes barely opening..

“I just wanna go lay up on an island somewhere…kick my feet up with your ass in my hands and watch the water. I’m so tired of all of this…deadlines and shit. I’m so tired of working for this machine, man..I just wanna escape.”

you hadn’t forgotten those words and you’d make certain that his dream came to fruition. So without his knowledge, you’d footed the bill for a very special, illustrious getaway to the islands. A week-long stay in a secluded island suite in Fiji..surrounded by beautiful blue waters, palm trees and flowers, and the best part? No other guests. You’d have an entire portion of that area to yourselves. He’d bring in his birthday just the way he had hoped for! “Yeah, but you know I can’t do that. I was just talking—“ “Well be careful what you wish for because you just might get it.” Retrieving your phone from your pocket, you’d show him the confirmation for the private flight and trip you had already so kindly taken the liberty to do. There was truthfully no excuse for him not to take a leave. It wasn’t as if the two of you had children yet or some other overwhelming responsibility to care for. You were in the primes of your lives and careers. You deserved to live as such. So before he even had the chance to attest or change your mind, you’d show him that he too deserved to be pampered.

“..so, when are we leaving?”

Immediately sending him into a toothy smirk. There was no arguing with you when you became set in your ways. You were stubborn but your heart and intentions were always pure. And for that, he truly was thankful and blessed to be able to call you his wife!

“You’re a piece of work, you know that?”

“Yeah..I know. But that’s exactly why you married me.” You’d chuckle as you stood to your feet, retrieving his plate and leaning over to kiss his cheek. “Now go pack. I’m not playing with you, sir.” “You know I like it when you tell me what to do..gets me excited.” Alluding to something a little more salacious than your previous discussion, prompting you to smack your lips and playfully slap at him. “Bye! And bring your ass to bed, please.”

This trip was certainly going to be one to remember!

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(biiiig long time skip bc I am not writing all of that and this fic is so long already!)

Matangi Private Islands, Fiji: two days later, March 29th…

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It was just barely sunrise when the two of you made landfall on the coasts of the secluded islands. All courtesy of a first class, private flight from the comfort of his jet. It was just one of the many amenities that were afforded with this lifestyle. Something that he’d have to take part in more often. Crystalline blue waters waved across the shoreline, palm trees and colorful flowers flowing in the breeze and birds chirped in the far off distance. Currently, you were getting checked into your suite and what awaited you guys was an oasis like neither of you had ever seen… “Isn’t it beautiful?! Babe, look at this..it’s so big.” Sunshine beamed over the pathway, headed to the designated suite. A huge hut-style home from the exterior, equipped with three rooms, two baths and tons of amenities on the inside. Three wooden bridges connected to you to all sides of the island, allowing you access to the waters, the pool and the front gate. There was a very spacious living area and kitchen, accompanied by a private chef who’d prepare you all whatever you desired. The most picturesque bathrooms you’ve ever seen and sleek, modern decorations. But perhaps, by far the most impressive perk was the fact that there was no one on this island for at least three miles except the staff. You were in complete solitude, just as he wanted. It was a gift that had come not a moment too soon. Seeing as how the whole reason for this little adventure was less than twenty four hours away..

“Princess, this is really nice. I mean..really nice. But was this necessary? I mean, how much did this cost?”

Scraping slowly behind you in his Balenciaga slides, black sweats from the same brand and a tank top..Eren seemed rather fussy for someone who was supposed to be on vacation. You had all but expected this..it was no surprise that he was going to put up a fight about not being able to be tied to that damn desk, but you paying his way for this ordeal! However, you weren’t much in the mood to hear him complaining because his stubbornness was no match for your own and when you wanted your way, best believe that’s what damn well was going to happen. Turning to him, sporting your skin tight sundress..a fluorescent lime green that complimented your dark complexion perfectly..and had him rather happy, you’d immediately turn to face him and place his cheeks between your palms, squishing his face. Standing on your tiptoes to meet his gaze.

“That, my sweet love..is not important. What is important is that you have a good time...and as long as that happens. Nothing else matters to me.” Which was about the most ideal answer he was going to get. Releasing a heavy sigh, it took him no time at all to soften..he couldn’t argue when he saw that smile on your pretty face. What was the harm in allowing you to take the reins for once and he followed? Most importantly, what could it hurt to be the one who was getting spoiled this time around? Besides, he had full faith that you’d make this trip..one he’d soon never forget! “Alright. Fine, angel. I trust you and I love you…thank you for this. I really appreciate it.” “Of course…” bending down to cup your own cheeks and plant a gentle yet deep kiss on your lips. Giving a rather warm and suggestive glare into your eyes. One that neither of you wanted to pull away from. It had been a while since you guys had been able to have quality alone time like this. It felt good to not be interrupted by texts of practice or meetings. Or someone knocking on the door, saying that a guest had arrived. It was blissful and there wasn’t anyone around to stop whatever was about to transpire. For right now, you’d allow your bodies to do the talking. Soon, those strong hands of his that once rested on your cheeks readjusted and moved to the back of your head to fully entrap you into a more sensual peck. Releasing deep breaths, you’d both smack and whimper against one another’s lips as you began to make out. Eventually, those hands found home around your throat and yours trailed up his chest. You hadn’t noticed much until now but your man had been working out quite a bit. Since his hospital scare, he’d made somewhat of an effort at better living. His newly chiseled physique wasn’t lost on you..nor was the way he seemed to be craving intimacy. A lack of physical touch and alone time had made him quite needy for you..in more ways than one.

“I know it’s a lil’ early and all but…I think I wanna unwrap my gift right now.”

“Mmm..is that right?”

giggling against his lips as your faces met with only a hair breadth of distance between you. The tension was looming and rather thick. A single look at all of you and it wouldn’t be hard to tell just how badly you needed to release some stress. Tugging at his bottom lip between your teeth, you’d continue making out as you shuffled towards the kitchen counter, where he’d waste no time, setting you on top of it. Eren had you all to himself without a single soul around to intervene in your affairs. So best believe, he was going to enjoy himself! Moving his lips from your jawline to your throat, your husband marked the skin with very soft kisses and gentle suckles that would leave faint hickies. Meanwhile, his hands gilded delicately down your body. Even making a couple stops to smack and squeeze on that plump ass. Until they found home on your breasts..where he’d very carefully grope. Massaging those perky tits and stroking your nipples on his thumb pads. “…so fucking pretty..” He loved your reactions. The way you moaned for him. Whimpering each time he made a move and all but begged him for more.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna wait until after breakfast, babe?” Which earned the exact response you were expecting from him. Who had a ravenous appetite of his own but not for any good.

“I got something to eat right here..fuck all that..” muttering against one another’s lips as you both broke into soft giggles. He was adamant in enjoying every moment of this away time. And more so specifically, making up for all the time lost between you two, due to his busy schedule. You’d been married for the better part of a couple years and although you were madly in love with each other, it hadn’t been easy. Long nights, work events, tour dates and all the other external factors that prevented you guys from being alone…made it difficult to enjoy yourselves. It was times that you craved each other so desperately that distance or exhaustion kept you away. That your bodies practically yearned and cried out. However, they were mere afterthoughts at the moment. You could enjoy your man with no interruption and vice versa. And best believe, Eren was going to get more than his fill of you.

“Here, put your legs up and lean back for me..” his instructions followed by his hands cupping your cheek once more and marking you with more gentle pecks. Naturally, you’d do so and part your thighs wide open. Giving him quite the nice surprise in return..chewing at your lower lip and index finger, you’d watch the reaction on his face…along with the one in his shorts!

“Oh shit…ain’t even wearing any panties. You knew what you wanted, huh?” Pegging you immediately because he knew that each of you were on the same type of time. Inching closer, Eren’s fingers gradually dredged up that exposed slit. “Can you blame me? I missed you..” giving him that irresistible pout and doe eyes that always drive him insane. Whilst one hand worked you over; grinding yourself against his digits, his other kept gently caressing your face and eventually, you’d pop his thumb into your mouth and suckle on the tip. It was enough to make him put you through this damn marble top right now! “Yeah?..I missed you more, princess. Missed all of this..” subtly grunting in the deep tone of his as he slipped a finger inside of you and heard the pop that followed. “This shit’s so fucking tight, princess..and wet. This all me?” “Of course..been thinking about you all week. How bad I needed you..” confessing to him in a whiny tone whilst rubbing his chiseled chest. Among other things, including how you were going to spend the entire week fucking on him..how you spent your time away on tour, playing with yourself to his voice messages and own salacious videos he’d sent. Jerking himself off behind the camera as he professed his love and desire for you. Ending in a splatter of warm semen all over his screen as he cried out your name. And him causing you to flood your hotel sheets after plunging yourself on those dainty fingers. It was too much to bear..he had to make a move before he came in his boxers right there!

“Fuck…I need you. Need this pussy so bad, baby.” Practically desperate for you. By this time, you had begun working to free his hard cock from its confines and once you did so, he’d immediately spring into your closed palm. He’d ever so slightly fuck your fist and moan out as he continued working you over. Meanwhile, you were still vehemently making out with one another. You’d all but beg him to put it inside of you and it wasn’t a full minute later before his tip was prodding through your entrance and you both came undone. Releasing simultaneous expletives as he split you open and filled you halfway.

“Oh my gosh!… ‘s so fucking big..”

“That’s not even all of it. You can take it f’r me, can’t you?”

smirking as he wasted no time in bucking his hips forward and feeding you deep strokes. They were a little slow at first but you could feel each one. Every bump, every curve and inch of that lengthy shaft. The way it curved up into you and pressed that spot on impact..you were losing it. Placing a hand around the back of your neck to keep your head straight and your leg atop his shoulder, Eren would increase his pace and really give you what you needed! “You can take this dick for daddy, can’t you, baby?” Grunting against your lips. Smacking sounds erupting across the suite from your skin as your lower halves collided. It didn’t take long before a silky sheath of your juices were formed and coating your flesh. The two of you would last no time from all the pent up sexual frustration and emotions.

“Yes! Yes! Give it to me…right there..”

increasing his pace and you’d follow suit by stroking your clit. He was unhinged..unable to contain himself inside of you. Eren clutched your ankle and laced your calf with sweet, tender kisses as he pounded your pussy into oblivion. “Shit..you gonna come for me already, baby..you’re squeezing me so tight.” Taunting you with that high lilt in his voice, not breaking eye contact once. To say you were a trembling mess at this point was an absolute understatement..cream dripping all down his shaft and onto the countertop as your clit pulsates with each thrust. You couldn’t take another moment and the day had only begun. Less known the entire week!…but you loved it. You loved pleasing your man and giving him everything his heart and body desired. And despite how intense it felt at the moment, you craved this just as badly. You both needed this release.

“Mmmph! You fucking me so good, daddy…’s just too much..”

“Don’t tease me now…you were talking all that shit on the plane, saying you needed this dick every day…you sure you can handle it?…‘cause I’mma stretch this shit out. Tryna’ get you pregnant, baby.” The sheer thought of him breeding you gets you aroused all over again. Even if it was an empty promise in the throes of mid-lust excitement. Regardless, he’d keep pounding at a steady pace until he felt you twitching and clutching once more until you were about to come undone. That’s when he’d speed up, angling himself until that tip was poking directly at your overstimulated core. “So tell me I can have it. You know I’m selfish, princess…I always get my way.” Mocking you once more with his tongue wagging, chuckling and with a thumb on your clit. Rubbing slow circles until you were gripping the counter top. Tits swaying with the fierce bouncing of your frames. Even the tears streaming down your face couldn’t sate his desire to make you climax right now. He knew you were feeling equally as overstimulated and was ready to push you over the edge. Suddenly, your husband would lean forward and curl his face into the crook of your neck.

“Come in me, daddy!..nnngh..”

“Oh God, baby. Can I please? Can I put a baby in it?..”

panting as he bared his weight onto the countertop. His pace reached its peak and before long, you both reached the finish that you had sought after.

“ ‘rennnnn! Fuck…please..” your nails clawed deep into his back, holding him close to your chest as he pumped every last ounce of his seed into that inviting womb. Just one of many on this island excursion. He didn’t let up until he was certain that you were good and stuffed but whimpered and cried to your name the entire time. It was absolute bliss, a sensation and feeling like none other and he couldn’t wait to experience more like it.

“Kiss me…” cupping your face into his palms, Eren let your tongues clash in a heated haze…moaning and whispering ‘I love you’s’ the entire time. Never had he dreamed of starting his mornings like this. Warm weather with a chill breeze sweeping through the open windows, ocean waves crashing against the tan shorelines, palm trees swaying in a calmed motion and most importantly…giving into his desires with the love of his life . The type of view that made you never want to go back to reality!…but for right now, you’d enjoy this world, this haven…

“Oh my God, that was perfect.”

“Yes…I needed that so badly. Thank you, princess..”

“Mmm, no..thank you. So…you ready to start your vacation now?”

“I can do anything after that..got me feeling the best I have in a long time…”

and no matter where you were in the world, as long as you were together, it was paradise!

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awill2live · 16 days

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After Work ★ Connie Springer

your stressed from work n connie knows exactly how to deal with it.

nsfw. p eating. (not proofread)

after a long day, you finally made it in your apartment, nighttime already settled in. you let out a sigh of relief, knowing that the weekday was finally over. making your way to your bedroom, you collapsed onto the bed, feeling your muscles finally relax.

"hey ma" connie says walking into the room, as he notices the dull look on your face. without hesitation, he takes a seat on the edge of the bed, gently lifting your feet and placing them on his lap. he removes your socks and tosses them aside, you let out a sigh as he starts to massage the soles of your feet. "how was work?" he asks, looking at you with care. "It was alright, could’ve been better tho" you admit, attempting to ease your headache by rubbing your temple. "I’m sorry to hear that mama, but I know something that can cheer you up," he says with a smirk. you can't help but kiss your teeth and roll your eyes at his playfulness.

"coooon, I'm too tired," you groan, as connie's hand moves towards your leg, giving kneading into your strained muscles. his touch gradually moves up your thigh to your clothed cunt, biting your lip with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal as he feels the dampness through your leggings. a soft gasp escapes your lips as you arch your back, the pressure on your clit intensifying.

"still too tired?" he teases, his voice husky and low. you don't respond, soft whimpers leave you as you squirm under his touch. "use your words, ma" he whispers, sending a shiver down your spine as his finger strokes your cunt, moaning and grinding against him. "please, connie, I need this," you beg, as he lays you down on the plush pillows, parting your legs.

hovering above you, connie radiated a comforting warmth that filled you with anticipation. he leaned in to press his lips against your glossed ones before moving down to kiss the delicate curves of your neck. with his knee pressed against your wetness, you couldn't help but let out soft moans, writhing under him.

"patience querido" planting gentle kisses along your stomach, sliding his fingers beneath the waistband of your leggings and swiftly pulling them down. your panties soaked in your slick. "please, don't make me wait," you beg, and doesn’t. removing the lace from your body before burying his face into your pussy.

french tips go for satin sheets, you find stability as connies tongue touches your folds. his hands hold onto your thighs, ensuring you remain under his control. he's sloppy with it, nails leaving a delicious mark on your skin. completely enveloped in your body, connie loses himself in the warmth of your puffy cunt. as his eyes flutter open, he gazes up at you, captivated by your lightly parted lips, your hair cascading on the pillows, and your beautiful curves exposed.

your hips move on their own, grinding against his face feeling the familiar coil in your stomach. with each passing moment, his actions become quicker, leaving you breathless and eager for release. connie buries his tongue as deep as he can go, his sole focus bringing you to your climax, completely disregarding his own needs. you press him closer to your sensitive clit, his groans vibrating through your entire being. "fuck con!" you cried out, warm slick seeping out of you, eyes closed as you felt yourself ascend. you thought connie would let up now finally getting what he wanted, but good thing you don’t get paid for thinking.

he was slurping your cum messily, not caring that you came already. loving how you tasted and how you looked being fucked out. overstimulated your hand weakly shot out to push his head away, but you didn’t have enough strength to. even if you did have enough, it wouldn’t have been to push him away. his hands tight around your thighs, squeezing them and holding you down. tears formed as your head tilted back spilling down your cheeks.

"c-con! okaaauhh that’s it!” you assert trying to sound firm, but the way your legs tightened around his head reveals your true desires. he engulfs your clit with his mouth, his face wet from your juices, he can only imagine the mess on the sheets as you squirmed in his grasp, unable to withstand the rapid movements of his tongue, whining and begging for him to slow down.

he paid no mind to your pleas. Instead, they only ignited his desire further. moaning against your core as you coated his face with your essence once more, he savored every moment. your eyes rolled back, losing focus. legs trembled around his grip and body pushing to escape. It was a mix of pleasure and pain, overwhelming your senses. your stomach tightened with each release, leaving you in a daze, gasping for air, clenching the sheets tightly. the burn in your stomach finally faded. this was really what you needed after today. connie slowly licks you up lapping up all your juices, relishing every bit, leaving a kiss on your clit before pulling away from you, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before locking eyes with you.

“you feel better?”

#aot x black reader #aot x poc!reader #aot x reader #aot smut #connie x black reader #connie springer x black reader smut #connie x black y/n #snk smut #snk fanfiction #camworks!

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amywritesthings · 2 months

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chocolate-covered silver. / a levi ackerman valentine's ficlet.

pairing: levi ackerman x f!reader (attack on titan / shingeki no kyojin) word count: 1.8k summary: Happy Valentine's Day readers. Why not celebrate with some Levi Ackerman smut? note: set in the universe of silver underground

tags: 18+ MINORS DNI! pre-aot, levi's pov, explicit language, secret relationship, gifts, eating desserts, sexual tension, oral (f!receiving), touch-starved idiots credit: dividers by @saradika-graphics

He could kill Hange for this.

A nice gesture, they said — as if he doesn’t already wait on James hand and foot whenever the other Scouts aren’t looking.

She’ll love it, they promised — but not without adding a probably after the sourpuss scowl started forming on his face.

He’s been her close friend for over a decade.

He’s been in her bed for a fraction of that.

So why does walking to her quarters with a tiny bouquet of hand-picked flowers and imported chocolate from Wall Sina feel like such a death march?

“I’m only trying to help you out,” Hange quipped last week, interrupting his perfectly-happy afternoon tea. “Is it not a day people celebrate in the Underground City?”

“We don’t celebrate stupid shit in the Underground,” Levi corrects, fingertips locked around the mouth of his cup. “And besides, it’s a married couple’s holiday.”

“Not always,” Hange argues, finger lifting in a contrarian manner. “People who date celebrate.”

“That’s not us.”

He’s not technically wrong.

You’re not dating, but he doesn’t know what the hell this is.

Hange’s smile only widens at that. “Friends celebrate, too.”

“Then where’s my flowers, shithead?” Levi retorts.

That earns a bark of a laugh from the Section Commander. “If you want me to go pick you some flowers to put in your stallion’s hair, Levi, make no mistake — I will run out there right now.”

“That’s a present for my horse, not for me.”

Hange waggles their brows, leaning over the table and ruining his peace. “Gives you ample opportunity to pick some flowers for our hardworking Lieutenant, too.”

He told them to go away.

Now, six days later, he’s here.

He’s showing up like a dumbass at her doorstep trying not to run the other way before you know.

Are you going to think he’s an idiot for partaking in holidays that mean nothing to them?

The only gift he’d ever given you was that damned necklace you never take off. It was the only thing he could afford back then, down there, while they fought for their lives.

Although they may be still in the fight for their lives here, too, he can afford much, much more for you now.

He will buy you a thousand silver necklaces if you want them.

Clearing his throat, the Captain takes a moment to collect his resolve before tapping a knuckle against the wooden door frame.

You shuffle behind it. You must have been going over presentation plans Erwin sent over.

He debates on putting the flowers behind his back or—

“Levi?”

Shit.

Too late.

He stares at you when you open the door, blinking twice. You mirror the movements, blinking between the box and the bunch of flowers in either hand.

Mistake.

Mistake, mistake, mistake—

“Are those…?” you start, trying to hide your amusement.

Levi scowls and holds out the bouquet. “Yeah, it’s stupid.”

“I was gonna say ‘handpicked’,” you reply with a snort, taking the flowers gently from his hand. Levi can feel his heart beating a mile a minute as he waits with a forced stoicism. “What’s the occasion?”

He stops breathing altogether when you lean down to smell the aroma of the bouquet. The way your face melts from stress to enjoy the moment, the scent, has him weak in the knees.

For someone that’s been labeled humanity’s strongest, you sure have a way of making his knees buckle from nothing.

“It’s… Valentine’s Day up here,” he carefully states, hating every syllable of it.

“Valentine’s Day?” you repeat, holding the flowers close to your chest. You step back, allowing him access to your quarters. Levi doesn’t hesitate to enter.

“Some holiday where people celebrate—”

“—lovers?” you finish for him, and the captain feels like he’s trudged in quicksand. “I know. Hange mentioned it to me the other week.”

Fucking Hange.

“Funny that they did,” Levi grumbles, before turning on a heel. You close your door as he extends his arm with his second gift. “You’re supposed to spend the day with someone special to you. Someone — well, it can be a friend —”

“Oh, we’re friends?” you tease him as you take the box of chocolates.

You’re going to kill him.

“James.”

“What? It’s nice to reaffirm — oh, shit.”

He stops in his tracks, painfully aware that you’ve gasped. His eyes slide to the now-opened box full of exquisite chocolate, throat now tight with uncertainty.

Maybe you hate it.

He really shouldn’t have listened to Hange.

“This is real chocolate,” you whisper, and that uncertainty melts into something so very warm.

“As opposed to fake chocolate?” he asks to keep his wits about him. To see you scowl.

“You know what I mean, Ackerman,” you snip, and he fights every muscle in his face to keep a smile at bay. “Where the hell did you get this stuff?”

“Don’t worry about it. Here.”

He steps confidently across the bedroom floor boards to pluck a piece of chocolate out of the box, holding it up towards your lips.

“Open.”

He knows that shift in your gaze when your eyes meet.

Yeah, Valentine’s Day is known for stuff like that, too.

(He can show you.)

Obediently you part your lips, widening your mouth so he can fit the chocolate right between your teeth. It catches, and you use your tongue to pull it into your mouth.

The pleasure is instantaneous. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, the real-time image burning the back of his mind, and he can’t hold back anymore.

“Is it good?” he asks, placing his hands on your hips.

“Better than good.” You hold out a piece for him. “Open.”

He hesitates when the little ball comes to his lips, but eventually he opens his mouth. You’re not wrong — it’s delicious. They don’t make anything like this underground.

It’s a luxury, though he had intended only for you to enjoy them.

Of course you’d include him.

“See what I’m talking about?” you ask with an excitement that’s damn adorable.

“It’s fine,” Levi answers, knowing the indignance that’s bound to flutter over your face. He huffs a breathless laugh before swallowing the chocolate down. “Come here.”

Lifting one hand to your chin, he pulls you in with nonexistent resistance. Your lips brush against his, at first slow then sensual.

He wants to tell you.

(Your lips taste like chocolate, but you taste better.)

But he’d rather show you.

He glides forward, using the hand on your hip to steer.

You easily comply with his steps forward, guiding you back to your bed. His plan must be in the back of your mind as he kisses you like it’s his last, but he can feel it — the way your lips curve in that knowing smile.

“What are you doing?” you murmur, voice velvety with want. It drives him insane.

“Celebrating you,” Levi mumbles in return, pushing your body backwards.

You easily fall to the bed and he drops with you, knee to the mattress. Levi crawls down, down, to the edge of the mattress with his hands preoccupied with the zipper of your casual trousers.

You don’t ask what he’s doing — all you do is giggle when he impatiently tugs the fabric down.

“As a lover or a friend?” you tease once your legs are freed.

Levi doesn’t answer.

Not verbally, anyway.

He wraps an arm around your hips, keeping you in place as he swats your legs wider. Your breath hitches from surprise — good, you’re too mouthy right now and he intends to remind you.

Friend, lover, it doesn’t matter.

It’s all synonymous to him.

You’re everything.

His past, his present —

And if he can bury his face into your pussy for the rest of his days, then it’s one hell of a future he can get behind.

The squeak of surprise rips from your lungs faster than you can stop the noise, and Levi is wholly satisfied by the sound. His tongue drags along your slit, coating his mouth with the taste of you mixed with the chocolate still lingering on his taste buds, and he groans.

This.

This is the only thing he needs for this dumb fucking holiday.

“Le—”

You can’t even finish his two-syllable name. You squirm, curse, arch, as he laps once, twice, before paying special attention to your clit.

Yeah, you won’t think straight now.

He knows you.

When his eyes flicker up from his work, he sees the way you struggle to watch him with that flushed face; how your chest heaves in that cotton shirt; how you want to encourage him, beg him, but your mind’s blank whenever his tongue swirls that precious clit of yours.

With his eyes, he says everything he needs to:

This is what I want. This is my gift from you.

Then he sucks lightly on your clit, rhythmic and calculated, and you have to slam your hand over your mouth to avoid screaming.

Good.

Fight to keep this a secret.

Because if it was his choice, he often thinks about ruining this — the image of a captain and a lieutenant, platonic and brave, like you’re not riding him in the middle of the night after a hard day of exploration and failures.

Like he’s not finger fucking you in the hallways as a reward after dealing with the higher ups in meetings upon meetings upon meetings.

Like you’re still two teenagers sneaking around, an underground flipped upside-down.

He hums and the vibrations make your legs shake. He has to keep from grinning, too focused on getting you to the edge by his mouth and his mouth alone.

You grow quiet when you’re almost there.

It’s been dead silent for several seconds.

He works overtime, arms locked around your hips to keep you in his orbit, as he licks and sucks and flicks his tongue side to side when—

That devastating sob.

The way your body arches like a woman possessed.

Thighs slam into his ears, making him feel dizzy, but he doesn’t stop.

Not until you whimper and tug and push at his hair to go away, and even then—

One last lick, for doing such a good job.

“You’re a menace,” you finally breathe, letting go of your mouth as your palm rests on your sweat-beaded forehead instead.

Levi lazily kisses down your inner thighs as you come back to planet Earth, proud of just how fast it took this time to get you there. He’s getting better at this, every single day.

Soon enough you won’t last a minute.

He’s determined for it.

“Yeah?”

“Absolutely.”

“I’m not sorry about it,” he murmurs, lips shiny and red from his efforts.

You laugh, and his heart swells.

“I think I like this holiday.”

Yeah.

Levi thinks he can get behind this holiday, too.

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nobianna · 5 months

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Bestie/Dominican!connie X blackfem!reader with glasses

Glasses kink, connie nutted all over ya glasses, switch reader and connie..?!, a bit of spit kink if you squint, oral, m receiving , pet names(mami, baby) , sum spanish, not proof read, support black writers 🫶🏼

Connie had his fingers in your mouth in the back seat of his car.

Your bestie just had to rush you out of jeans party when he seen that outfit you were wearing

He was watching you the whole night, he saw the way your hips swayed while you danced upon your friends just wishing it was him.

And who were you to not grant your besties wish?

Especially when you felt him staring at you the whole night. You Sat on top of him while waiting for him to dick you down as he finger fucked your throat, he was getting turned watching and hearing you gag around his fingers.

you felt his bulge throbbing as he thrusted his fingers into your mouth.

your glasses were slightly tilted off of your face when connie slid his fingers out of your mouth and down to your neck squeezing it bringing you in for for a sloppy kiss.

his eyes were half-lidded as he sucked on the tip of your tongue.

"abre la boca" you complied easily opening your mouth for him, his saliva dropped onto you’re tongue making you instantly swallow it as you palmed his boner.

“God I’m gonna fuck you up princesa”

You giggled as you unbuckled his pants ready to try and take him.

Connie was easily a good 7-8 inches so taking him was always a challenge.

One that you were up for nun the less.

You started by placing open mouthed kisses all around his tip, his breath hitched at your teasing.

His pre cum was leaking out as you started kissing down his shaft. You brung your head up licking up his pre cum cause him to whimper out.

“Did you like that pa?” You looked up at him through foggy lenses. “…fuckkk yesss ma”

“Yea?”

He let out a low moan as you spit on his tip before jerking it down his shaft.

Connie was growing agitated at the constant teasing and he simply just couldn’t take it anymore.

He put his hands on the sides of before roughly fucking up into your throat; making you gag.

He continued to fuck your mouth, you met his thrust half way watching his face contort to pure pleasure.

His spews of praise was enough get you wet

“Ss-AHhh…dios mío baby”

“lo e-estás haciendo muy b-bien”

“So g-goooood baby fuck!”

His constant praises, faces , and sounds had you ready to cum for him already.

He thrust came to a halt

“Fuck fuck fuck..” his voice came out Whiney with a small laugh

He lifted your head up watching the trail of spit leave from his base, your glasses were damn near off of your face and the heavy breaths you let out…it was all making Connie much more feral.

“Can you still take it Con? Is it to much for you? You asked in a sultry voice.

He laughed a little, slightly out of breath

“Mmp-h I can take it ma”

He dug his hands into the seat beside him as you lowered your mouth to his shaft again.

“Puedo hazme venir por ti”

You gripped the base of his shaft while licking up to the tip before circling around it with you’re tongue

“Ohh fuck mami”

His hands gripping the seat, his eyes looking down at you, and his face is fucked out.

You started to kiss and suckle his reddened tip watching him shiver

watching him come undone was a sight for sore eyes.

His hips were thrusting uncontrollably as he desperately wanted to cum all over you.

“I’m gonna c-cum… fuckkk mami I’m gonna cummm” it was more of a warning, he was twitching from the constant pleasure coming from his sensitive crotch

“Are you gonna cum for me baby? Can you please come for me?”

Your voice was all he needed to hear.

His eyes now resided in the back of his head with his mouth wide open

His leg was constantly jerking form the stimulation and his hands couldn’t find a final destination as you stroked him waiting for his nut.

“Oh my god ma…fuck imcummingimcummingimcunming……FUCKKKK”

He shouted as he let out thick white ropes across your face, mouth, and glasses.

“Oh my god…s-shitttt”

He looked at you while you were licking your lips laughing

“Did it feel good baby?”

You couldn’t even see his fucked out face from your glasses being covered in his essence.

You took them off licking his cum right off them while maintaining eye contact with him

He didn’t say anything but he didn’t need to his deep breaths, agape mouth, and his dick that re-hardened had said enough.

He laughed looking around clearly thinking about something

“Get up here you slut”

a/n It’s mid ik shut up😒 I had something better written but TUMBLR DELETED IT so I gave tf up anyways my man🫶🏼🙃

🏷: @ykimobessed @timelesssbeautyy @dollypipp @viisgrave

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the-traveling-poet · 7 months

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Brain rot over the idea of clingy!Levi constantly needing the reassurance of your affections in your relationship like-

He won’t show it in public spaces like the mess hall or the training grounds where others can see him so desperate and needy for your attention and affection.

Others being able to see the way his brows draw upwards slightly and his lower lip pouts a little as he silently begs to hold your hand by reaching out for yours when you didn’t reach out for his first?

Others being able to hear him soften his voice and call you “darling” when he wants your full attention for something?

He cannot have that. He cannot allow anyone to see just how vulnerable he is when it comes to you.

But behind closed doors?

“Sweetheart…” Levi suddenly sighed, his tone sounding tired.

Peaking over your shoulder from where you stood looking out the window at the back of his office, you shot him a quick smile. “Yes, Lee?”

He didn’t respond, causing you to fully turn to face him and raise a brow. He stood near the door, having just come back from a meeting with Erwin. His eyes were trained on the ground, a slight furrow in his brow as he softly scuffed his heel on the wooden floor. Heaving a soft sigh of defeat, he looked up towards you to meet your gaze from under his lashes, his expression changing to one of need.

Slowly he raised his arms, giving you a sheepish barely-there smile. Really it was just a slightly visible quirk of the corner of his lips, but you knew what it was.

“Hug?” he nearly whispered in question.

You’d waste no time in closing the distance between the two of you and wrap your arms around his shoulders, guiding his head to rest on your shoulder and his arms to loop around your waist. With a breath of relief, he immediately held on tight.

“Bad meeting?” you asked softly as you wove your fingers through his hair.

“No,” came his muffled response.

“Bad day?”

“No…”

“Then what is it?”

“…Missed you, s’all.”

“Awe, baby~” you chuckled softly and placed a kiss on his brow through his inky bangs. “You were just with me twelve minuets ago.”

“I know, it was too long for me, too.” he muttered, agreeing through his misunderstanding and squeezing you tighter.

“That’s not what I m- yknow what, it was too long. I missed you too.” You grinned into his hair, holding him back just as tightly.

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rinimeowhush · 5 months

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⊹ WHEN YOU'RE HORNY - aot men reaction

ପ author’s note. eeek im back on the nasty side of this fandom ♡ ⋆｡˚

ପ pairing. aot men x f!reader

ପ content warning. +18 MDNI fingering, thigh riding, cock rubbing, masturbating, praising

ପ featuring. eren, armin, jean, erwin, levi

⋆ ˚｡⋆ eren yeager

it was a drowsy 6 pm evening and you were in a meeting with levi’s quad with commander erwin and hange. you were about to doze off standing next to your boyfriend eren. both of you were at the back of the room, everyone’s back of the head facing the two of you.

unlike you, eren was focused on what commander erwin was saying. the 4 hours of sleep were starting to catch your day as erwin’s words started to trail off one by one. your worn-out eyes eventually landed on eren’s hand.

damn those long, slender fingers, and his vein were displayed so admirably under the golden hour sunlight.

the coral light shined through the window, illuminating eren’s delicate skin. for whatever reason, you wanted his fingers around your neck and stroking your inner thighs. you bit your bottom lip and your feet tiptoed, as your cunt found the corner of the table.

you were standing behind eren. his large back was hiding your body from erwin and levi so there was no way that they could spot you. with the trust on eren’s back, you started to roll your hips slowly against the corner of the table.

you felt extremely timid about people spotting you feeling yourself in the middle of a meeting, but you just couldn’t stop. it had been almost 3 weeks since you and eren jerked yourselves to each other.

as your movement got more intense, your small hand found eren’s muscly arms as you lost balance. eren flinched and immediately turned his body to you. his emerald eyes glistened in startle when he met yours.

his face crimson when he caught your visible red cheeks, unable to breathe properly, and feeling your sweating palm on his wrist. his verdant eyes traveled to your lower body and witnessed your hip rolling gently against the table, like how you used to roll on top of him 3 weeks ago.

“what are you doing?!” eren instantly lowered his body to whisper into your ear, but it only turned you on even more.

“eren…” you softly moaned out his name to earn a smirk on eren’s face a few seconds later.

with a hidden intention behind his smirk, his large hand eventually traveled down to your lower body. his hands soon found your ass and slipped into your inner thighs. without hesitation, he began to stroke your inner thigh, just as you imagined a few minutes ago.

even though you were wearing your uniform, you could still feel his rough hand stroking you. butterflies in your stomach cuffed you so inebriating that you accidentally slipped a loud moan.

instantly everyone turned around to you and eren.

“are you okay (-)?” erwin stopped his sentence midway and questioned, with a worried tone.

his thick and demanding voice made you realize what you were doing in a room with 3 of your superiors and your friends during a meeting. with the realization, you slipped away from the table and eren’s hand.

“nothing! i’m just not feeling well” you stuttered, making erwin flinch his eyes and continue with the meeting.

“we’ll get there later babe” eren once again lowered his body and whispered a promise to you. a feeling of bashfulness started to shower you as you covered your face with your hands. eren patted your head and lightly spanked your ass.

⋆ ˚｡⋆ armin arlert

finally, you and armin were having a little time off. it was no secret that you had work to get done. but right now, you didn’t care if captain levi had to barge into your room at late night, scolding you for how much paperwork you had left to do. all you wanted was to be embraced between armin’s arms.

it had been almost 3 weeks since both of you got to spend private time. and finally, after so many days and hours, you and armin decided to call a date at the garden located inside the headquarters. to light up the mood, you brought blankets and armin brought some drinks to share.

you both laid down on the blanket, feeling the soft grass underneath. “may i?” armin smiled as he gestured if he could put his arm underneath your head. “yes you may,” you smiled back, giving him a light kiss on his cheek.

both of you started the talk about the pressure commander erwin and captain levi was giving the 104th crew. they have been giving tons of paperwork, more training times, and patrols at late night. it would be a blessing to patrol with armin at late night, pretend it’s a date night for you two.

but a smart guy like captain levi was, he dismissed you off with jean since he knew you were dating armin. he didn’t want to see the floors all dirty the next morning. he was aware of how teenagers could go wild at late night.

as you two gossiped, you tilted your head to admire armin. he looked so pretty. so charming. his sharp nose, visible jawline, and his ocean eyes glistened as he gazed at the indigo night sky sprinkled with bright stars.

with the feeling of comfort, your hands naturally found armin’s abs. just as usual you lightly stroked, making armin flinch a bit. strangely, he awkwardly slid the situation away with a chuckle. you curiously looked at armin because stroking his abs always meant you were down for it, and both of you knew it. it was like an agreement that was not agreed.

“babe” you whispered in his ears and he hummed in response. you boldly slid your hand down his abdomen. “i want you…” you hinted at him as you brought your hand further down. however, armin grabbed your wrist and his eyes widened.

“here? (-), there are people nearby-” as armin started to babble his worries, you cutt him off and kissed his neck. his weakest spot of all. armin slipped out a little moan as you grinned as a sign of success.

“come on, we’ll finish up real quick, hm?” you whined, and armin grunted in frustration. believe me, armin was just as horny as you. maybe even more. but he doesn’t do stuff out in public. he was scared that people could spot you two.

all of a sudden, armin pushed you off from his body. when you opened your eyes, armin was on top of you, both of his hands next to your ears as his tried to balance himself. it was visibly clear that he was having a hard time controlling himself. his flustered and heavy breathing told everything.

his left leg was placed between your thighs and you flinched a little when his knee touched your clothed cunt. his hand gently caressed your neck and traveled down to your waist. without a thought, you two shared a sloppy kiss, feeling his warm tongue rolling over yours.

making our with your loved one under the midnight sky as the cool wind breeze stroked your two’s bodies could not make you any happier. “armin…!” you moaned his name into his mouth between the kiss.

armin’s pretty hand soon found your inner thigh, making you moan out more. he wanted this, craved this, thought of this every night. “i love you” he purred, breaking the kiss and sliding his hand inside your uniform.

⋆ ˚｡⋆ jean kirstein

it is no secret how you and jean love to share each other’s feelings through sexual interactions. you would always visit his dorm every night to make out with him. but ever since commander erwin and captain levi were giving the 104th crew a tough time with all the training and paperwork, you didn’t dare to let jean screw you up inside and out, making you unable to walk the next day.

the pause in your daily night routine at first wasn’t much. but when it turned to weeks, you and jean couldn’t handle the horniness and were eager to please each other. to make matters worse, this mad commander erwin decided to move his office next to jean’s room, making it impossible to visit jean’s dorm since there were guards in front of his office all night.

not surprisingly, captain levi ordered the 104th crew to clean up the whole canteen area late at night. all of you cursed at him as soon as he left the canteen hall with instructions ordered. all of you were all fucked up by the messed-up schedule and were pleading to go to sleep.

“(-) can you bring some more water?” eren asked, pointing at the empty water bucket. “...fine. just this time.” you accepted his request since he was more stressed out than anyone in this room. hange made eren turn into his titan form multiple times for research purposes and clearly, eren was definitely done with it.

“i’ll go with you. it’s late-night.” a familiar voice was heard behind you. it was your boyfriend, jean. you smiled at him as his hand found your hand, taking away the heavy bucket from you. “just don’t fuck outside you two.” reiner joked and bert joined him with a laugh. “shut up reiner” jean yielded reiner and bert his middle finger, rolling his eyes as he opened the door for you to go out.

as you both reached the well and jean dropped the bucket onto the grass, you pushed him against the brick wall. earning a frustrated moan from jean. “i need you…” you whispered to jean, your feet tiptoeing as you tried your best to get your face close to jean’s.

both of you were dazed off due to lack of sleep, messed up hair, visible eye bags and thoughts not communicating clearly. “wait-” as jean was about to talk, you hushed him as you brought his large hand on your tits, making jean smirk. you knew that smirk, it was the face when jean is at his immense level of horniness.

without waiting, jean squeezed your tits, making you yelp at the sudden pain and his other hand grabbed your waist firmly. jean pushed himself off from the wall and this time you were pushed to the wall. his arms were trapping you in his embrace. both of you were panting heavily as jean’s shiny grey eyes looked down to admire your sleep-drunken face.

like a telepathy, you two started to kiss passionately, salivas mixing up and making you both let out a moan into each other’s mouth. jean’s hand found your neck as he carefully rested his head between your shoulder and neckline, his other hand balancing on the wall.

“umhmph jean-” when you moaned out jean’s name so delicately, he pressured his hands around your neck, building butterflies to knot in your stomach. your cunt felt so wet as you felt jean’s touch all over your weak spots. you slid your hand to feel jean’s visible bulge, making him flinch his hips as you stoked his clothed cock.

“(-) not there- mhm-” you felt jean’s hip thrusting at your sudden touch, as jean’s hands reached your shirt button, you heard a walk reaching towards you two, making you to push jean away from you.

jean questionably looked at you, asking you why you pushed him all of a sudden. as jean was about to say something, you covered his mouth with your hand, your other hand finding your lips. “shhh, someone’s here”

“what are you two doing here?” levi’s scotch voice made you and jean jump. “captain!” jean stumbled as levi walked out from the shadow. “huh? the fuck are you two doing here? you should be cleaning.” levi’s face shifted to a solemn look.

“uh– no captain, eren wanted me to fill up the bucket but jean got worried since–” as you wanted to explain what all of this was about, levi just walked off, not seeming to care about your excuses.

“make it faster. and jean,” levi paused as he walked away from you two. “do something with your dick.” he scoffed, as he disappeared into the darkness.

“we’re screwed. right?” jean slowly blinked as he leaned his body to you, his eyes fixed on levi’s shadow. “yeah no shit, be ready to clean the horses tomorrow” you tucked your lips in, nodding as you accepted your fate.

⋆ ˚｡⋆ erwin smith

it is absurd. absurd that your boyfriend didn’t allow you to sleep in his bedroom, not even giving you kisses or hugs. for the past week, he gave nothing but piles of work to do.

with this continuous bull shit, you even came across the idea of breaking up. but you couldn’t lose these precious men, making it harder for you to deal with whatever this was. erwin and your relationship was kept secret, by means you had no one to talk to about this.

why is he acting like this? erwin left you clueless and needy every night alone in your bedroom. you couldn’t do anything but miss erwin’s large hand taking control of your small body every night before you eventually drifted to sleep.

it had been the second week of him being like now. you finished all your paperwork for today. stretching your arms in your chair, you naturally checked the clock on the wall. it was 2 am, and you decided to call it a day.

fuck. you miss it. you miss him. the way his hand would choke your neck, the way his lips perfectly kiss between your neckline and shoulder, the way his scent would embrace you.

you got up from the bed and naturally walked up to erwin’s office. wearing nothing but the oversized shirt he gave you, you stood in front of his door, second-guessing your impulsive thought.

with enough courage, you slightly cracked open the door. there you saw erwin working with his papers. i swear to god, he is like this every night. you thought as you let out a massive sigh, loud enough that erwin caught you peeking through the door.

“hey bunny, you need something?” erwin looked up and smiled, tilting his head to match your head angle. “nothing, just having trouble sleeping. do you mind if i come in?” you awkwardly made an excuse, slowly making your way to his office as he nodded.

as you walked towards the couch next to his desk, the illuminating candlelight gently shined on your naked thighs and visibly displayed your nippled through erwin’s thin white shirt. and not surprisingly, erwin ignored you.

now you had enough of his blind attitude. was he trying to test you? was he trying to test himself? you couldn't route yourself to his intention if he ever had one. that’s it. you walked up to him and stood next to him, gazing at his annoying papers above his shoulder.

“hm?” erwin stopped reading and turned his face at you. “spread your legs, commander.” you ordered, and he obeyed. such an off case huh? a commander obeying their cadet, and you enjoyed it. you then recklessly straddled him as your head fell onto his beefy chest. erwin let out a gentle smile, feeling the cuteness overloading from you.

for the next minutes, erwin left you to stay on his thighs and carried on with his work. your thighs were against his pelvic bone and your clothed cunt on his clothed cock. he definitely could feel it. he would be ill not to feel your cunt throbbing against him. however, you felt not bulge.

you wrapped your arms around erwin’s shoulder and neck, letting out a loud sigh. erwin flinched. every time you let out a sigh, he knew something was wrong. he knows that you only sigh when you’re upset.

“bunny? are you okay?” erwin carefully scooped your head with his palm, his other hand still glued onto the paper. “not really, my boyfriend had been denying my kisses and touches.” you sarcastically responded.

“come on bunny,” erwin expressed, tightly closing his eyes. “seriously erwin, what is wrong with you? or is it me?” you worriedly spoke as you brought your face in front of erwin’s. “nothing, i’m just tired.” erwin caught you off.

you bit your lips at his answer. “come on, i know my commander can’t go through a week without a blowie from his little cadet.” you teased, your fingers brushing his undercut.

“(-)!” erwin gasped at your bold words. and there, you finally felt something rising against your cunt. satisfied with it, you put a smirk on your face. you started to slowly move your hips and erwin naturally placed both hands on your waist.

“commander it’s okay, i’ll just do it by myself – mhm” you teasingly whispered into his ears. you wanted to tease him. you wanted his dominant side to evoke. ignoring erwin’s grunt as his response, you started to kiss his neck and ears.

his sweating skin was visibly displayed through his uniform, and you slid your little hand between the buttons and felt his bumpy abs. you stroked them as you continued to leave marks on his neck.

erwin tried his best to focus on his last paper since he had to get them all read and signed before the morning. but he was too hungry for you. he had been waiting for a long time just so he could see his loads of cum gushing out of your cunt non-stop. that was his bigger picture.

he is the type of person that will make his wish come true, giving no fuck about other’s thoughts. just like how he led the survey corps for years. “erwin… i want you to fill me up” you moaned out, feeling his cock just getting bigger and bigger. at this point, it didn’t know how to stop.

“that’s it, i had enough. i’ve been hungering for you bunny i want to see my cum dropping all over your pussy” erwin finally lets out his thoughts and his large hand around your hip.

the two of you shared the most passionate kiss ever. at 2 am, at his desk, not letting a single person know about it.

⋆ ˚｡⋆ levi ackerman

knock knock

“who is it” levi annoyingly answered the knock. “your girlfriend captain” you hummed back, earning a scoff from levi across the door. “come in then”

you carefully opened the usual creaking door since it was late at night. you sneaked out from your dorm to avoid jean and eren from their patrols. if they caught you walking to captain levi this late at night, things would get tired and messy.

“shouldn’t you be sleeping? and what on earth are you wearing in my room (-)” levi was standing in front of his island table, making his last tea of the day, and saw you wearing the shortest shirt he had ever seen in his entire life.

you rolled your eyes as your hand found his jacket on the couch and wrapped it around your shoulder. “i didn’t tell you to cover it” levi gazed at you as he sipped his warm tea.

you smiled as you neatly folded his jacket and tossed it on the couch. “come here” levi ordered, taking his seat on the chair as he tapped his thigh, asking you to come over and sit on him.

you gently walked over and sat down on his thigh, facing him as you adjusted yourself, seeing his thigh between your thighs and against your cunt. you giggled and hugged him as levi smiled and moved his thigh to tease you a little.

you missed his scent, his skin, just everything about him. it’s not every day you get to spend the nights with him. he would be usually talking with erwin, on a night patrol, or finishing up the paperwork.

“levi i love you” you cooed at his ears, seeing the faint smile on his lips. god this man is so pretty. admiring how beautiful he looked, you felt his thumb caressed your clothed cunt. you gasped and looked at his eyes.

“what, you don’t like it?” levi mocks your widened eyes and you shake your head as a no. “my girlfriend is allowed to talk to me” he tilted his head as he started to circle his thumb over your clit and you flinched every time he touched the sensitive spot.

“hah– levi… please i need more” you fell onto his shoulder, feeling his not so warm finger entering your naked cunt, sliding through your shorts and panties. “oh yeah? so pretty” as he grunted and bit his bottom lip, he pushed his two digits all the way inside you, feeling your wet walls tightening around his digits.

you moaned out loud in pleasure, your fingers gripping onto his shirt. “so wet for me” he coos as he tucked your falling hair behind your ear. you started to lightly bounce on his thigh and fingers while letting out a lusty moan.

“you make me go crazy every time yeah?” levi mesmerized over you and picked you up and walked towards his desk, nibbling onto your neck on the way. “levi–!” you whine, feeling the sudden emptiness inside your wet cunt.

“so greedy aren’t you” levi shook his head as he gently put you down on his desk. levi would go frantic if anybody laid their buttcheeks on his table. but you were special. very special. “open your legs wide” he ordered, bowing down to whisper into your ear and both of his hands balancing on the tabletop.

levi kissed you as his lips traveled down to your chin, neck, shoulder, tummy, thighs, and …

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peachdues · 5 months

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anyways have some Levi angst from my upcoming secret pregnancy fic Coalescence

But Levi’s threat did not appear to ruffle Zeke in the slightest. “It must be difficult for you,” he said offhandedly. “All this time spent in service to an organization that’s synonymous with a death sentence —“

“I wasn’t under the impression you gave a particular shit.” Levi interrupted, bored. “Given your commitment to slaughtering us all.”

Zeke waived his bound hands dismissively. “Whatever our differences, Captain, I can appreciate the toll constant fighting and war can wage on a man.” He took a swig of too-thin coffee. “I’d say we’re more similar than you might realize, wouldn’t you?”

“The day I have anything in common with you is the day I stick one of my blades through my skull.”

With that, Levi rose and turned away, eager to put space between himself and the insufferable sack of horse shit he was forced to drag along with the rest of the Corps.

“No need to be so dramatic, Captain,” the blonde groaned. “After all, what would poor Y/N do, if you left her to deal with the trials of birth and child rearing all by herself?”

Levi froze mid-step, his heart skipping several beats.

“I can’t imagine how difficult it must be, leaving your pregnant girl every few days for hell knows how long,” Zeke shrugged. “Never knowing whether you’ll get to go back at all.”

Levi’s fists were clenched tight enough that his nails broke through the skin of his palms, his shoulders rigid as he worked to control his breathing. With his back turned away from deadly Beast titan, the Captain could not see the breezy smile which graced his lips, Zeke relishing his obvious stiffness.

“But do you know what I think the worst thing would be?” He continued, pulling a beaten, battered book from the lining of his jacket, idly flipping through its dog-eared and water stained pages. “I imagine it would be the constant worry of something horrible happening — not to me, but to her.”

Zeke shook his head, mournfully. “Or, god forbid, her and the child.”

Levi pivoted slowly on his heel back towards the blonde where he sat, pretending to read the very book he’d complained to Levi of having already read too many times just days before.

“What.” His voice was flat and harder than stone.

Zeke didn’t bother to lift his eyes from the pages of his novel. “Pregnant women are so vulnerable, you know. Not much they can do to protect themselves from harm that may come their way — even when they’ve trained under the brutal Scout regimen.”

“It must be torture for you to know that something could happen to her, and you would be unable to stop it,” Zeke finally looked up to behold the cold violence in Levi’s eyes. “To be utterly out of control.”

An poisonous smile unfurled across his lips. “I guess that’s why you’ve had her staying back at your old headquarters, no?”

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minami-ff · 5 months

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Tending to His Wounds

Levi x Reader

“your needlework is not as delicate- as you look”

The aftermath of the latest mission left scouts battered and worn, none more so than Captain Levi. Trudging back to his office, he began to remove his scarlet-stained uniform, revealing an array of injuries beneath. Bruises adorned his body like dark constellations, and among them, a deeper slash on his abdomen oozed with fresh blood.

Just as he reached for the first aid kit, gentle knocks resonated through the door, creaking open and revealing your silhouette. "Captain?" you said softly with concern and cautiousness lacing your words, “apologies, I couldn’t help but notice your gushing wound earlier, and realised the infirmary is closed so I was wondering if I could be of assistance?”

Although your captain had offered you much guidance in trainings, you wouldn’t say you, let alone anyone else, were particularly close to him. His tough exterior and reserved demeanour left you uncertain about the kind of person he was. Hence, a twinge of worry crept in, nervous that he might not appreciate you trailing to his office to help.

To your pleasant surprise, Levi merely nodded. You then moved with a silent determination, fetching water, disinfectant, cloth, bandages, needle and thread from the kit.

As you cleaned the affected areas, the office was filled with a quiet intimacy. The only sounds were the hushed whispers of cloth against his skin and the occasional hiss of pain from Levi when you poked the needle through.

As your hands worked tenderly on his skin, a whisper of wind danced through the open window, gracefully sweeping your hair to the side. In that moment, your concentrated yet soft eyes amongst other gentle features were unveiled to Levi with a new clarity. Captivating him even further from the way you moved with such a light, almost ethereal quality.

"Your needlework is not as delicate- as you look," his tone gruff, enduring the stitching process, as he gritted his teeth through the pain.

You were taken aback by his unexpected comment, not sure if you were understanding it right. The corners of Levi’s mouth curved up, gracing you with a rare smile, to which you chuckled softly. "Looks can be deceiving, Captain."

Once the bandage was secured, you took a step back, eyes meeting his as you whispered. “You’re good to go.”

"Thank you," Levi said, with dark and unwavering eyes refusing to break the deep connection with yours. Intimidated by the intensity of it, your gaze shyly averted and wandered around for a second, before you timidly nodded. A small smile trembled on your lips, "anytime…"

As silence settled between the both of you, you shifted away from him to pack up the first aid kit, not expecting what he’d say next.

"You don't have to be so damn caring," Levi muttered, attempting to revert to his usual sternness. “When work is over, take your well-deserved rest, there’s no need to assist men with their problems at this time.”

His eyes subtly widened in response to your sweet smile, "perhaps I just like taking care of my friends."

Levi's gaze softened, a rare vulnerability surfacing in the depths of his steel-blue eyes. Friends — a term he seldom used, but in that moment, it felt almost right.

"Get some rest, Captain. We have a long day ahead," you suggested softly.

Levi inclined his head, watching as you disappeared into the hallway. The moment you both just shared would have him pondering about it for the days to come. Alone in the dimly lit room, he realised that healing wasn't just about tending to wounds; it was also about finding solace in the presence of those who offered an understanding to the depth of his scars.

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levitiquee · 6 months

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All that's left.

“I know you’re there.”

Levi called out, startling you. You’ve been watching him from the side of the wreck, watching as the ghosts of your comrades appeared for one last time, one last salute. One last declaration of all they dedicated. One last goodbye.

And when Hange gave you a nod, you nodded back.

You two are all that's left.

You stayed out of his sight even after they disappeared, giving him the privacy to mourn. God knows he needed it. You didn’t think he had noticed your presence, but then again, who were you trying to fool? His extraordinary instincts were never to be underestimated.

Sighing, you pushed yourself to stand straight and stumbled forward. He glanced at you with the side of his eye. Ever resilient, ever strong, the cracks were so slight, just barely there. But you knew. You could always tell.

“Hi.” You mumbled. He stared at you as you dragged yourself in front of him, slightly limping.

“Nice of you to make it out alive.” He said.

“Who would’ve thought?” You shrugged.

“You made an ugly titan by the way.”

“I’m sure you would’ve looked charming.”

“Bet.”

You smiled. The conversation was so unbelievably normal. Here, in the wreckage of everything, all the corpses, smoke, blood and ruins, here you were, back to how it always was. It almost felt surreal. Almost as if you concentrated hard enough, all of it would go away and you’d find you and him back in the soggy cafeteria of the scout headquarters, back to bantering with him and arguing about silly little things that don't really deserve arguments but it’s you and Levi so of course it’d end up an argument.

You felt so old suddenly.

How come you ended up here? In this way?

And Levi looked so tired, you could cry. Hasn’t he given enough? Doesn’t he get to rest now?

“Does that..” You glanced down at his leg, the one he had spread out in front of him. It was clear it was beyond repair. The fabric of his pants were torn at the knee, from where it was crushed between the titan’s jaw, a bloody, mangled mess. “Does that hurt?”

“Not really, no.” His eyes went to where yours were. “Numbed down a while ago. Can’t feel shit really.”

You sighed. "Not very humanity's strongest anymore, huh?"

Levi raised an eyebrow. "Yeah?" He said. "Careful, I could still kick your ass."

"I'm sure."

You grinned. Then went ahead and dropped yourself beside him. He frowned.

“Shouldn’t we be getting up now?” He said. “Why are you getting all comfortable?”

“Why not?” You muttered, pulling your legs upto your chest, hugging them. “What’s it matter what we do or not? Armin’s the hot shit now, let him deal with shit.”

He didn’t answer, but he made no attempt to get up either. If anything, he looked more relaxed. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to spend the rest of your life here. After all, you were so tired, and you were sure he was too. This was as good as anywhere else would be.

Because there’s no home to return to anymore.

“Do you think there’s anything left of Hange to bury?” He suddenly said.

You shuddered. What do you answer to that?

And your head pounded so hard, you couldn’t really think. Far away, you could hear someone yelling at another someone, but you couldn’t bother to pay attention to the words. Armin and the others would figure something out surely.

You were exhausted.

“Say, Levi.” You said tiredly, nudging him slightly.

“What?”

“Wanna get married?”

Levi almost choked, he was suddenly all uptight, stiff as a board as he looked at you with wide eyes.

“What the fuck?” He asked, scowling. “Are you seriously gonna make jokes here? Here?”

“Not joking.”

You lifted up your head, tilting it to look at him. It was hard to tell whether he was annoyed or flustered. You’re not sure where the sudden boldness came from, but this is as good a time as any. Might as well. “You’re right. It’s a bad time to make jokes. So I’m dead serious.”

“No, you’re not.”

“I am.” You nodded, turning your expression very serious.

“You’re weird as fuck.” He sputtered out after a few attempts to speak. The tips of his ears were red, red as it always was whenever you used to jokingly suggest that he should date you. Except you weren’t really joking anymore. You haven’t been joking for a long, long time.

“I mean..” You closed your eyes. You were too tired to even feel embarrassed. “We’re the only ones left. Me and you. You’re all I have left, Levi. So, why not?”

He stared at you for a few seconds, gaping. Then he started shaking his head. “You’re insane.” He finally said.

“You’re just realizing that?”

“No.” He muttered. “You’re insane. And it’s rubbing off on me.”

He turned to you, peering at you with one good eye, pondering. And finally, he made up his mind.

“You’re insane. And I’m no fucking different.” He sighed. “I must’ve hit my head pretty damn hard because I’m actually considering this shit.”

You grinned. “Go on, say it. You like me.”

“Wrong. I tolerate you.”

“Good enough. You don’t tolerate a lot of people, so I’ll take it as I'm special.”

He sighed, turning away, hoping that’s enough to hide his heart from you. You were special to him, always. But you didn’t need to know that. He didn’t want you to know that. He didn’t know how to let you know that.

“Can you believe us?” He scoffed. “We’re practically sitting in a graveyard. Half the world’s ruined but then there’s us.”

“That’s fine. Let’s keep being us. The world can go fuck itself. Meanwhile, we can—”

“Do not finish that sentence.” He glared.

You stopped, a laugh breaking through. And you laughed so hard your stomach ached and there were tears lining in your eyes. And even Levi smiled, just the slightest, barely. A subtle quirk of his mouth.

“We’re insane.” You admitted. With that, you stood up, stumbling a little before you found your balance. You reached out your hand to Levi, who took it without question.

“Come on, Lev.” You pulled him up, letting him wrap an arm around you to brace himself. “Let’s go home.”

You were right, Levi thinks as he limps with you, letting you support him. It was nice to finally let himself lean on someone.

You two are the only ones left.

You’re all he has now.

The world has taken enough from him. He’s so tired of letting go.

And he’d be damned if he let you go too.

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st4rb3rr13s · 9 months

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Infatuation

❥Eren is so infatuated with you

GIRL IVE BEEN WRITING AND READING ALL DAY FREE ME !! FREE ME !! 😭😭 Btw this is NOT proofread. I will most likely never proofread my writing tbh.

Normally when you get a partner, you’re supposed to be obsessed with them. You think about them when they’re not there, talk about them with your friends, and try to be near each other all the time. People call it infatuation. The infatuation stage lasts about a couple of weeks to a couple a months. It’s supposed to wear off.

But not for Eren. Eren can’t get enough of you. The way your scent lingers through his house after you spent the night. He begged you to stay over longer but you just HAD to go back home. The way your glossied up pretty lips curve into a smile every time he talks. The way those lips give him a peck, leaving a stain. How you roll your eyes when he flirts with you. The way you nibble on your lip when thinking about something.

The way he talks about you to his friends, (especially the girls who try to hit on him) is just the sweetest thing, but can be annoying. He can go on for hours about you, and every little thing you do. Normally people have to tell him to shut up because he will not stop!! When he starts with his friends, Jean will roll his eyes while Connie says “Here he goes.” (Eren would say “That’s why you don’t have a girlfriend, because you both are fucking ugly.” And Armin would have to calm down the argument.(Happens every other day tbh.))

Eren would get items he sees that remind him of you. Sometimes it’ll be a flower other times jewelry. If he’s out with friends he’ll stop all of them before casually buying a pink stuffed animal (Jean would try to make fun of him but would backfire, badly.(Armin help them, again please.)) When he would get home, he’d hand it to you with this boyish grin on his face. He’d always tell you he’d get you something better next time.

He picks up on little things phrases or quirks you do. When he says a catch phrase you say to Mikasa, she’s give him the side eye but shrug it off. (Like why are you talking just like your gf rn??)

When Eren’s stroking his dick, all he could think about is you. Every time he’d come undone, his dick would get all hard again thinking of how gorgeous you looked today. He’d be fisting his dick 5 times before you knocked on his door. (You forgot your shirt(it has cum stains)).

Eren is so infatuated with you, and he’s never gonna stop.

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starryskyzx · 7 months

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ೃ⁀➷ 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫: 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟓 * ੈ✩‧₊˚

➼ 𝙖𝙥𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙖𝙘𝙨

✦ 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗲 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

✦ 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝗱𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗸 𝗮𝘁 𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘆, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗿𝘂𝗻 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗯𝗼𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗲, 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗶𝗻𝘃𝗶𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗺𝗼𝗸𝗲. 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝗿, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗮𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝘂𝗽, 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱.

✦ 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘀𝗺𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗰𝗮𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗱𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗸 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝘂𝗵𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝗹𝘀𝗲 𝗹𝗺𝗸

✦ 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 𝟭.𝟯𝗸

✦ 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧’𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: 𝘆𝗮𝗹𝗹, 𝗶 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 @ginger4sugar 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗘𝗫𝗧𝗥𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗟𝗬 𝗯𝗲𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗱, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗲’𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘁! 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗿!!! 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝟴 𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗺𝗿! 𝗼𝗸 𝗴𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 (𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗳 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱). 𝗹𝘂𝘃 𝘂 <𝟯!

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿’𝘀 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝟰 ࿐ྂ

Music blasted and colored lights landed on every surface of the huge house you were partying in. Your favorite drink, pink whitney, swished around in your stomach as you took a random shot of some Svedka one of your friends had just poured up for you.

Cheers of encouragement came from around the island as your already drunk ass motioned your friend for another shot. As the liquor poured in the shot glass, your body reacted to the sound the beat as your favorite song began blasting in the living room.

Completely forgetting about the requested drink, you immediately ran towards the crowd ready to obnoxiously scream every part of the song, drunkenly slurring the lyrics together. However, before you could make it into the mob of people, your homeboy, Connie, ran into you, eyes red from smoking in the backyard.

“Hey, Connieee~” you said, dragging his name out annoyingly. “Wassup, y/n” he replied, wrapping his arm around your waist bringing you in for a hug. “I was gonna ask you to come get a drink with me, but I think you beat me to it” he laughed, loosening his grip on you, still resting his arms around you.

“They’re playing my songg” you said, pushing past him attempting to go hang out with the rest of the partygoers who were dancing and chatting in the room in front of you.

“Hollon-“ he said, grabbing your arm, pulling you back close to him. “Come smoke wimmie”

You sighed, weighing the two options in your head, before reluctantly agreeing. Connie pulled your arm outside where the lawn was sprinkled with abandoned cups and random people having intoxicated conversations. “Where are we going?” you laughed, stumbling around, barley being able to keep up.

“Right here” he replied, stopping right in front of his car, opening the door to the backseat. You got in and waited for Connie to appear in the adjacent window. Your head was pounding but you agreed to hang out with your best friend anyways.

Eventually, he joined you in the car, plopping down next to you, pulling what looked like a gram of weed out the pocket of his jacket. You closed your eyes and leaned your head against the window, still talking as you rested your eyes.

It was until you felt a tap on your shoulder that you opened your eyes and saw smoke already filling the car and a lit joint in Connie’s hand. “Damn, my bad” you said, eyes widening, tucking the joint between your two fingers.

The two of you talked for a few minutes, passing the blunt between each other, until it was almost completely burnt. As Connie inhaled the last hit, he grabbed your chin pulling you a mere inches away from his face.

He parted your lips slightly before blowing the smoke into your mouth, causing your intoxicated mind to get turned on almost instantly. Before you could even process what you were doing your head leaned forward, enclosing the smoke in both your mouth and Connie’s.

Although you thought he would pull away from the kiss, it felt as if he was encouraging it, slipping in tongue, slowly moving his hand from your face to your waist. “Sorry” you whispered, breaking the kiss for a few seconds only to succumb to the seduction of your friend once again.

“All good~”

Whether it was the alcohol, the weed, or simply Connie making you aroused, you couldn’t stop your hands from reaching for his pants zipper as you positioned yourself aimlessly in the backseat of his car.

“I got it-“ he mumbled, unzipping his pants, revealing his bulge. He tossed your legs over his shoulder, before kissing you once more and calling out to you.

“Y/n?”

Your heavy lids finally forced themselves open, giving you the ability to look Connie in his eyes. “You okay with this?”

A smile grew on your face and you nodded, closing your eyes once again allowing everything to take place.

You heard the words “I’m gonna take care of you, alright?” shortly after feeling a pair of hands gently pull down your panties. The only reply you gave was a groan, now having to deal with not only the pounding in your head but the one in your pussy too.

A girthy tip penetrated your pussy, causing you to moan at the pacing he entered you. Slowly, he used his thumb to bury his dick deep into your cunt, watching as you easily swallowed his shape.

After filling you up with his cock, the sound of him spitting on your pussy followed by the wet sounds of him moving around inside you filled your ears, causing you to smile at the euphoric feeling of getting fucked under the influence.

His hands repositioned themselves around your waist, using them to help move your body in your diminished state. His slow, sultry movements allowed his dick to glide against your walls with ease, as if your body was meant to be one with his all along.

It wasn’t until his thrusts became harder and he’d ram himself against your g-spot, that you caught yourself moaning unforgivably loud. Not once did he shush you or muffle your noises, despite you two being in the driveway of a house were a party was taking place, leaving both of you vulnerable to being seen.

His hands began to guide you deeper onto his cock, however this time, he shoved himself in and out of you a bit quicker, causing the sound of your thighs smacking against his to fill the car. Brokenly, you begged, only being able to form the name of the boy fucking you and the word “More~” on your tongue.

Your moans held a sense of weariness, while still managing to keep all their volume. You were honestly too wasted to show any sort of excitement, despite your eager pleads of wanting Connie to continuously stretch out your cunt.

Before you could form the words to express you were about to cum over your homeboy’s dick, you hips had already began bucking and your fingernails had started dinging themselves into Connie’s forearm. “Connie- Con-“

Your whiny moans were cut off as Connie unexpectedly pulled every inch of himself out your pussy, only to put his swollen tip against your lips. As a few drops of cum dripped onto your face, you mindlessly stuck out your tongue as Connie gave himself a few pumps, causing him to empty every drop of his nut into your mouth and onto your flushed cheeks.

After catching his breath, the boy reached under the seat, grabbing his pants and your panties before swiftly handing them back to you. As you slipped your undies over your heels, Connie reached his hand to the front of the car, opening the center console, grabbing something out if it.

“Take 4. You’ll need some for the morning.” he advised, placing 4 painkillers into the palm of your hand before slipping out the car and moving himself to the drivers seat. A non verbal “thank you”, was given as he noticed your smile and nod through the rear-view.

Taking two of the pills using no drink caused you to shake your head disgustedly from the nasty aftertaste. After doing so, you noticed Connie was not only buckled up, but the car was moving. “Where are we going now?” you asked, curious and a little concerned on where he was driving you.

“Your house, y/n. If you think I’m letting you go back into that party when you’re already so out of it, your more fucked up than I thought.”

You giggled, letting out a sigh of relief as you laid your head against the window, closing your eyes, hoping you could get some sleep. “Thank you” you mumbled tiredly, already being able to feel your headache disappearing.

When the night first began, if someone asked you if you could see yourself hooking up with Connie, you probably would’ve said no. However, after tonight, it’s come to your realization that whenever you need him, whether it be to rant about something bothering you or simply wanting some dick, he would be there, he would take care of you just like he said he would.

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