#((I still have that ask for Sasha. I just need to come up with a scenario that would fit what why she'd say that.))

[silver---linings]

Cloud anon! They're very eepy all the time and are a user of Atmidokinesis [controlling clouds]

THey mostly use it to nap on them, however.

They're also part sheep!

((Oh! They're cute!))

[powderpinkprincess]

Irresponsible [Lando Norris x reader]

description: Lando has an irrational fear of a cab driver kidnapping you once- Or something like that.

Lando usually didn’t mind when you went out without him. You had your own group of friends in Monaco, and as long as your best friend, Sasha was there, Lando didn’t worry much. He really liked her because she was nice and responsible even when she drank, keeping you away from trouble.

What he did mind, however, was you taking a cab home alone. It didn’t matter how safe Monaco was or how many times you had done it before - just the thought of you, possibly even drunk, sitting in the back of a stranger’s car made his stomach twist. What if the driver wasn’t who they seemed? What if something happened, and he wasn’t there? Lando knew it was probably just in his head, but that didn’t make it any easier. It was the one thing he hated about your nights out - waiting for that text saying you were home safe, hoping that nothing had gone wrong.

At least now that Lando finally had a whole week at home, he didn’t have to worry about that, and he could just pick you up himself. Besides training, he still had tons of work to do on his laptop, so he was busy, but he was available.

He didn’t mute his phone when he went to sleep as he usually did, so you could reach him whenever you wanted. However, when you left you noticed how exhausted he looked, so you didn’t want to bother him. At 2 a.m. you were more than ready to leave, and that was when you noticed your credit card was almost empty. You had two credit cards, one to use in your day-to-day life and another one for clubbing.

You didn’t want to wake Lando, but eventually you had to. He was fast asleep when his phone rang. He picked it up half asleep when he saw your number come up. Sitting up, he wiped his eyes and yawned. “Hey babe, is everything okay?”

 “Uhm, hi, sorry to wake you up,” you started.

 “No, no,” he said, slowly coming to his senses. “It's okay,” he added with a yawn. “What is it, love?”

 “Could you maybe send some money to my blue card?” you sighed. Lando knew exactly what you meant as he used the same method when going out. If the card got lost or stolen, it was a much better situation when it was not the majority of your money disappearing.

Lando stifled a sigh as he turned the light on. “Why, did you forget to transfer money again?” he asked while he opened the bank app on his phone. Lando was a bit annoyed at you for being careless with your stuff again, but he sent some money to you anyway.

 “I’m sorry,” you replied, noticing the tone of his voice immediately.

 “Don’t apologize, just try to pay attention the next time.” He suppressed another yawn. “Are you guys going to stay out?”

 “No, I was just about to call a cab,” you explained.

He was silent for a minute, then you could hear the soft ruffling of the sheets as he moved. “Why didn’t you call me before? I would have come to pick you up.”

 “Cause you needed rest,” you mumbled. You knew he didn’t like it when you took a cab, so you expected the question.

 “Well, I'm up now, so I don't think it matters anyway,” Lando said with a hint of sarcasm. “I would have come to pick you up at any time for you, love, you know that,” he added, trying to sound sincere. He didn't want to pick a fight now that he was awake, but it was a bit of a sensitive spot for him. Lando didn't like that you would just jump into a car with a stranger. He worried about your safety more than you realised.

 “I know,” you sighed.

There was a brief silence on the line. Lando knew you were being considerate by not calling him earlier, yet he couldn't help but feel a bit frustrated. He wanted to voice that but held back, knowing it would lead to a pointless argument. “Where are you, anyway?” he asked instead.

  “At Aurora. We're still inside at the smoking area cause it's quiet and warm here,” you added. “Why?”

 “Just wondering. Aurora is on the other side of the city, and at this time of night I'd rather not send you in a random cab,” Lando replied, his concern growing. “Are the girls with you?”

 “Yes, they are. But you really don't need to come,” you pushed.

Lando knew you were trying to not bother him, but he also knew that this was pointless to argue about. Besides, he would be restless if he just stayed home now that he was up. “I'm coming,” he said with a finality in his voice.

 “Baby…” you sighed.

Lando was already getting up and putting on some clothes. “Stop protesting, Y/N. Half of the cab drivers barely even speak English here,” he retorted. ��You’ve been drinking, you’re wearing that small dress, and you’re- You’re not going to call a cab. Just stay inside. I’ll be there soon.”

For a moment, you didn’t know how to reply. You could hear the frustration in his voice, but it somehow warmed your heart. “I love you,” you spoke eventually.

 “Love you, too. See you at the club,” he added before he ended the call.

He didn’t know how to explain what he felt. It was just that- So many things in his life could be taken away within a second. And he barely had anything stable to hold onto, considering how much he had to travel. He knew what people and social media were capable of, and he was just so afraid of you getting hurt. You’ve been dating over three years now, so his followers knew who you were, and he was also aware that people didn’t always have good intentions.

Twenty minutes later he was parked outside the club. He called you, so you quickly grabbed your belongings, hugged the girls goodbye, and then hurried to his car. You sat in and closed the door behind yourself.

Lando winced at the sound. “Hey, careful.”

He had taught you not to smack the door of his car, but apparently you were too drunk to notice or remember.

 “Oh, sorry,” you bit on your lip when you realized what you had done.

You checked your phone to see the time, and that was when you saw the notification of your bank application. You frowned and checked your account. Lando sent you money despite that he decided to pick you up, but you only expected an amount that would cover a cab ride. You huffed when you saw the numbers.

 “Baby, I wanted to call a cab for a ride home, not to buy the driver with the car,” you glanced at your boyfriend, who had just started the engine.

 “Consider it as a precaution,” he replied, his eyes never leaving the road as he started driving. He was still a little frustrated. “Better safe than sorry. And you know I don’t like you being in cabs with strangers at night.”

 “I know, but this is extensive. Did you think I’d have to pay a ransom for myself or what?” you sighed. “You know I have my own money, right? Just not on this card.”

 “I know,” he said, with a hint of annoyance in his voice. “But sometimes you can be irresponsible when it comes to money, like leaving your card behind or not checking your balance,” he said, recalling past incidents.

You just hummed. That was right.

 “Besides, this most likely wouldn’t be enough for a ransom,” he added.

 “I was just joking,” you mumbled. He wasn’t in a funny mood tonight.

 “I know,” Lando sighed. He stepped on the break at a red light and looked at you. “Y/N, I don’t even know how to approach this anymore. I’m not saying that I would pick you up because I’m trying to be nice. I’m saying it because I’d much rather pick you up by myself than wait until some creep kidnaps you. I know, you’re a strong, independent woman, but can’t you just let me have it my way for once?”

Your eyes widened slightly at his words. “No one is going to kidnap me.”

 “Y/N,” he pressed. “Please. Seriously.”

You couldn’t force back a small smile. Even though he could annoy you to death by being overprotective sometimes, he was still very cute.

 “Okay,” you replied, shrugging your shoulders. Meanwhile, the light has turned green again.

 “Okay?” he glanced at you again quickly before looking back at the road.

 “Yeah. Okay.”

His shoulders visibly relaxed and he sent you a small smile back. Oh, how you loved him.

[kooggukk]

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 BEYOND THE JOB // JJK

daddy jungkook (literally)

; babysitting the cutest angel on earth is the perfect job. (except when her father is fucking hot and wants all of you)

+ comment if u wnna be added to the taglist

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“seriously though, you have to fuckin’ quit that job already.”

Sasha, who happens to be your best friend ever since you started working at the local elementary school, just lectured you again. she was already teaching there when you arrived, you spent your lunch breaks with her and even be each other’s substitute sometimes.

surprisingly, she quit a few months after that. you stayed close though. at first, she was dying to know the drama happening among the teaching staff, but as shit kept going down which included you and the principal, all you ever hear from her is that you need to quit.

it wasn’t a huge surprise to her when you first told her your boss, aka the school’s principal, asked you out. it was weird, but everyone knew he was.. a little desperate. he had asked most of the female teachers out, some who agreed could only say bad things about the experience.

you declined his offer politely, explaining that you don’t want your personal life to mix with your job. it was awkward after that, but turns out he seems to be the dumbest person on earth. he asked you out two weeks after that, again.

still to this day, he keeps asking you out over and over and you keep rejecting him over and over again. sure, he got a lil’ crush on you, sweet, right? fuck no. he’s a pervert, doesn’t know what personal space is.

“but i need the money. i don’t know where else i could get such good salary.” you told her, for the nth time.

“be a stripper,” Sasha casually said, sipping on her diet coke while your eyes widened.

“don’t say nonsense, dafuq..” you both shared a giggle, but you definitely won’t put that job idea on the bottom of your list. maybe in the middle, or top 5. if you really can’t find a good place, then gotta be top 3.

“you could be one until you save enough money, then look for a less crazy one.”

“there’s never enough money, sasha.” you sighed, fuck inflation. when you grew up and finished studying, you realized the hardest part of being an adult was money. it’s crazy how difficult it is to make a living.

“if you don’t give in your quitting notice tomorrow, i’m gonna do it for you instead.” she narrowed her eyes at you.

“i don’t want to make a decision too quick. not until i know i can find another job.”

“quit.”

“no.”

“quit.”

“no.”

“quit.”

…

“okay.”

she squealed in her chair, gaining some attention on the two of you.

“if you dare to lie to me right now, i’m gonna make you eat your own shit.”

you kicked her under the table, sending her a glare. “behave, bitch.”

┈ ⪩⪨   ┈

“oh, __! what brings you here today?” your boss, sehun immediately stood up from his chair, ready to greet you with a hug.

panicking, you reached your hand out with a paper, catching his attention. “this is..?”

“my resignation notice, sir.”

“your what?”

he took the paper from your grip, examining it carefully. his eyebrows fell together, eyes scanning every single word.

he backed up, resting on the edge of his table. he looked at the paper again, rereading the first sentence.

‘Kindly accept this letter as my formal resignation…’

“are you sure, __?” he asked, putting the paper on his table. he crossed his arms, frustration written on his face.

you fixed your hair, giving him a firm nod. “yeah, i’ve been thinking of it for a while now.”

“i’m glad i could be a part of this amazing team, but i just feel like,” you struggled to find the words, obviously you didn’t want to tell in his face.

‘aye bruh, stop bein’ a pervert and you might stop losing your workers’

“look, teaching isn’t my thing. and i feel horrible to find that out so late.”

“well, if your passion for teaching ever comes back, you’re more than welcomed here.”

“thank you,” you smiled, because even though he’s the most annoying person you’ve ever met, your co-workers have always been kind to you.

the children also love you, and you’re extremely thankful for all the support and love you got from everyone.

during the usual lunch break, you co-workers heard the news too. they all wished you the best with a hug, some getting emotional too.

officially, this was your last week working at the school.

when you got home, sasha sent you a link to an advertisement.

‘looking for a nanny’

you laughed, dialing her contact. didn’t take her long to answer, obviously. she’s always on her damn phone, even when working.

“you can’t be serious. a nanny?” you laughed, finding the idea of you with a kid ridiculous.

“have you seen the description? girl, they pay damn well!” she said, followed by her exhaling.

“didn’t you say you’re gonna stop smoking?”

“i stopped. for three hours.”

you shook your head, putting her on speaker as you clicked the advertisement.

“170.000₩?” you blurted out loud, “a day?!” sasha hummed on the other side of the call.

“told ya’..”

“that’s.. nice. woah, yeah, nice.” you mumbled as you continued to read the requirements and some important details about the job.

“give it a try.” sasha said, but your eyes caught a sentence.

“they want someone with experience, as expected.” you let out a long sigh and fell back on your bed.

“you got the experience.”

“me? sasha, i never looked after a kid-“

“you work with kids. first and second graders. and they all fuckin’ love you.”

“that’s different.” you groaned.

“it’s not. a kid is a kid. 3 year olds are just as damn annoying as 7 year olds. prove me wrong..”

you laughed, she was right. they can be a huge pain in the ass, but they have the purest soul.

“true.”

“give it a try, __.” she said again, calling you by your name. oh she’s serious serious.

“yeah, i might call tomorrow then.”

“might? no, you will.” she corrected you and you rolled your eyes.

“sure.”

you called them the next day after considering it for half a day, being the typical embarrassment, you called at the wrong time.

the man was in a hurry, so you both just quickly agree on a time to meet in person. that happened to be the day after.

you looked at the address one more time after you got off the bus, realizing it was more of a wealthy neighborhood. you only had to walk about 5 minutes until you got there, hesitantly but you pressed the bell.

a tall, young man opened the door. his skin is smooth and fair, almost perfect. his hair dark, slightly wavy which was styled in a mullet cut, longer at the back.

his choice in clothes seemed to be rich, a white ribbed polo shirt with short sleeves, causing your eyes to drop to his sleeve tattoo in a second. he paired it with black tailored trousers.

“hey, you must be __?” he asked with uncertainty and you came back to life, smiling to him.

“yeah, i am.”

“great, come in.”

he stepped aside and you walked in, taking off your shoes and jacket.

the house was oddly barely decorated, not a single picture or painting on the walls, very few plants, which you’re sure are fake plants also. the house wasn’t really colorful, most of the furnitures are bright. like beige and cream white.

“would you like a drink? water, tea, soda? maybe coffee?” he suggested as he walked in front of you, leading you to the living room.

“no, thank you.” you politely refused, feeling a little.. off in such a nice home. not something you’re used to.

you sat down on the couch, carefully not to mess the neatly placed pillows behind. god you looked so uncomfortable and awkward.

“i’d like to introduce myself again, in person this time.” he spoke as he sat down on the armchair, next to the couch.

“i’m jeon jungkook, 27. i’m a dentist in the center of seoul. i’m the father of a sweet angel, nabi. she turns 5 in a few weeks, we could say she’s in her, erm,” he struggled to find an appropriate word.

“crazy phase?” you asked with a smile.

“yeah, something like that. she’s been loud lately, that’s all.” he chuckled, resting his arms on his knees.

you nodded and held your small bag tightly, “i’d like to introduce myself better too, then.”

“i’m __, 24 and i currently work at an elementary school. i handed in my resignation letter and this is my last week as a teacher, so i’m searching for a new job currently.”

you paused, hesitant what else to say.

“elementary school? so, you work with kids?”

“yes, first and second grade.”

after a few minutes of getting to know each other more, a little girl, most likely his daughter, walked down the stairs with her sleepy appearance.

“oh!” she stopped the moment she saw you, the tiredness leaving her eyes.

“nabi, c’mere.” jungkook held out his hand, “this is __. what do you say?” he asked her, holding her tiny hands.

“hello.” she greeted you and you smiled, her shyness is adorable.

“hi.”

“__ is here because she would like to look after you.” he said and she looked up to him so fast, you thought her neck would snap.

“daddy, are you leeving me?” she gasped and jungkook chuckled at her words, shaking his head.

“no, but when i’m at work, someone needs to be here and take care of you. how about __, does she seem nice? hm?”

the little girl shrugged, hugging her father’s arm. he sent her back to the bedroom, saying he would be there soon too.

“well, she’s a little shy at first but, i think she’s gonna open up fast.” he smiled and stood up, your eyes widening a bit and you stood up too.

“does that mean, i got the job?”

“see you next monday?” he asked and you almost started jumping, but you held back. instead, you gave him a huge smile and nodded.

“monday then.”

[hanjisungslag]

attack on titan headcanons #10

synopsis: how the characters react when you, their s/o, gets hurt. 🩹

characters involved: eren, mikasa, armin, jean, connie, sasha, reiner, bertolt, annie, levi, erwin and hange

notes: i am cooking up a storm, so watch out for that & also hit double digits!!

☆ eren jaeger

bro is INFURIATED

“WHO DID IT HUH?! ILL KILL THEM WITH MY BARE HANDS-”

oh.. you got injured in training? poor babyyy☹️

he’s super sweet and gentle with you.

if anyone tries to go near you though.. he’s super scared they’re gonna accidentally hurt you😭.

so he’s always at the edge of his seat ready to rescue you if needs be.

he gets all of your food, water, clothes, bandages etc.

then the nurses catch him doing it and have to YANK him off of you, once again.

☆ mikasa ackerman

so incredibly caring and concerned 🤍

she was the one who found you on the expedition with a broken leg

she refuses you to the hospital

lets the nurses do their jobs (thank god)

she really wants to be able to help nurse you back to health as well though..

she gives you the next best thing aka massages.

she literally comes in everyday and gives you 3 massages minimum a day

she’ll also sleep in the hospital with you most days.

☆ armin arlert

nothing less than an angel.

for however long you’re in the hospital, he’ll bring you flowers

in there for 3 weeks? new flowers every week.

in there for a week? new flowers every other day.

reads you books every night to help you sleep

sleeps there EVERY single night

always gives good morning and good night kisses

keeps you updated with what’s going on with everyone and training to make sure you don’t miss out.

makes sure to surprise you by bringing your friends there too!! it was a super sweet surprise.

when you’re sleeping, he goes around asking nurses if they need help😖.

☆ jean kirstein

UGH TERRIFIED FOR YOUUU

he has to hype himself up before going to see you in hospital because it just breaks his heart.

but being able to see you, hug you, know that you’re being taken care of makes him feel wayy better.

he’s just happy to see that you’re not too badly injured.

just a sprain from training!

he likes to draw things for you from the outside

or you guys draw together.

yk that cute game where one person draws a squiggle and the other person has to make into a drawing?

yeah, you guys do that. and it’s frickin adorbs😡

☆ connie springer

you went to do some late night training by yourself

and cornelius found you on the ground. in a lot of pain.

he rushed you to the first aid

fastest anyone has EVER seen that man run

you got cleaned up but had to take a break from training until you were better.

definitely tries to make you laugh all the time

even with your injury, he still wants to see you happy and smiling 🤍

☆ sasha braus

aw bless her cotton socks.

your injury wasn’t fatal enough to warrant a hospital stay

but the nurses said to stay home and rest up!

you had to take care of your scar

in her own time, sasha headed over to first aid to ask the nurses how to help you properly☹️.

you literally do not lift a finger!!

she does everything for you, like cleaning it up, wrapping it up etc.

and she’s really good at it and all…

☆ reiner braun

he’s like a scared little boy.

he’ll sit by your side and tell you it’s all okay

but when he’s alone.. HE GETS SO UPSET

sometimes he’ll take ‘bathroom breaks’ just to pull himself together because he hates seeing you in this state :(.

really affects his everyday life

but he hides it well.

BIGG celebrations as soon as you’re out of hospital

is literally like a servant, will get you everything and anything you want.

☆ bertolt hoover

GAH SO ANXIOUS!!

he bakes you cookies for being so brave☹️.

he stays with you all day long until the nurse finally tells him he has to go.

it breaks his heart leaving you but he gets up bright and bloody early to see you in the morning

like i’m talking the second the hospital opens up.

☆ annie leonhart

she’s not nervous,

your injury wasn’t fatal or anything.

she’ll still visit you, of course ;)

she also makes sure to tell you how brave you are

since you are scared of hospitals.

she’ll giggle at your wimpy-ness though.

like you were getting patched up and you were just like trying not to scream

and she was just standing there chuckling at you.

☆ levi ackerman

so so so scared, secretly.

he has lost one too many people

but to lose you? that would completely and utterly BREAK him.

it was a pretty gnarly injury as well…

which was rather terrifying for both you and him

but he’ll keep a cool persona around you.

if he’s unable to visit due to work, he’ll ring the hospital and asks how you are.

he’ll always make time to come see you though, no matter what!!

☆ erwin smith

he hears from his assistant that you’ve been put into hospital

he runs STRAIGHT over and makes sure to comfort you.

he’ll stay till dark when you’re asleep and pay the nurses a visit too

he asks them to take extra good care of you.

if he’s unable to see you, he makes sure to call you up every single day

or at least have SOMEONE come check on you.

☆ hange zoë

GAH!! FREAKS OUT!

hange has seen it all at this rate

but doesn’t seem to heavily affected.

they’ve never really had anyone close to them be extremely injured

they were sooo scared though :(.

it was really sad for everyone to see hange’s energy so low but

they couldn’t help it!!

all they could think about was their poor love in hospital :(.

when they’re around you though, they try to stay positive! and tells you all about their work to keep you both distracted.

[erenists]

Dont wanna fall inlove. | E.Y x Blackfem!reader. WC: 6.3k

synopsis:

“Yeah yeah yeah heard u gotta boyfriend that’s cool girl where is he at?”

After a argument with your douchey boyfriend at a party you run into Eren Yeager and end up leaving with him.. what was supposed to be a little hang out unravels into something more. 

warnings: MDNI 18+ Smut, Overstimulation (f!receiving), fingering, heavy makeouts, praising, Eren hits it raw (dw girlies on birth control no kiddos over here!!) Eren calls you Pretty girl, gorgeous and ma, after care! Reader and her bf break up!! Erens the better option always anyways ;), Mentions of weed and sex. N word usage once or twice.

Not proofread

"fuck you." You mutter at your boyfriends face after catching him all buddy buddy with the girl he specifically told you not to worry about. ""Don’t be like that, baby. She’s just a friend, come on…" Your boyfriend says reaching to touch you but you back away. "nah don’t fucking touch me nigga. you're a whole weirdo " your face has a disgusted expression on as you start to back away. "whatever go calm yourself down or something I'll come find you later"

You just keep looking at him with disgust, no way he thinks you're actually leaving with him? is he crazy or dumb.

You sigh to yourself before walking away to the kitchen to get yourself a much needed drink. you can see that same girl going back to giggling with your boyfriend from a far. shes such a slut.

"Woah, that’s a little vulgar, hm?"

You jump, heart skipping a beat as you whirl around. A tall guy stands behind you, effortlessly leaning against the counter. His hair’s tied into a loose bun, chestnut brown and smooth like silk. His eyes—green, almost glowing—watch you with mild amusement.

"God, you scared me," you breathe. "I didn’t mean to say that out loud..."

"You did," he grins, holding out a red cup. "Here—figured you needed one."

You take it, brushing his fingers accidentally.

"Thanks..."

"Eren," he says, still watching you. "What about you, pretty girl?"

You stare up at him and you can feel your cheeks growing warm, thank god the lights are dim and when you blush its never noticible. at least that what you believed because somehow Eren read right through you? "You dont need to be shy sweetheart — swear I dont bite.. unless you're into that" He playfully flirts winking at that last part making you giggle.

"My name's 𐙚˙⋆.˚, nice to meet you." You look up at him, taking a sip from your red solo cup, then grimace at the taste. Holy shit. This is like 90% alcohol, 10% fruit punch.

Eren laughs at your expression.

"I should have warned you the drinks are really strong here" You nod as you can clearly tell.

"may I ask whos such a slut by the way?" He asks and you make eye contact with him before sighing and lookng where your boyfriend and that same girl were, you could feel your eye twitch.

"Some girl my boyfriend told me not to worry about it.. clearly I do though." You mumble and surprisngly Eren still hears you even with all the music blasting.

"you got a boyfriend That's cool, girl, where is he at?" He says looking around for him before you put your hand on his shoulder to stop him.

"Dont bother looking for him, that niggas such a weirdo who the fuck ditches their girlfriend at a party to talk to some girl in his class." you're practically fuming at the thought of your boyfriend and that girl again.

"Man im sorry about that — cmon follow me I got something to keep your mind off that shit." He starts walking off and you follow him even though you just met him you lowkey trust him.

Eren leads you both to the basement where it seems some of his friends are chilling in passing a blunt around. He daps up a guy with a grey buzzcut and one with short blonde hair.

"Guys this is 𐙚˙⋆.˚ " he presents you to everyone and you give a small wave, two girls one with brown hair tied in a ponytail and one with short black look at you and smile.

"Hii im sasha!!" the girl with brown hair beams the girl next to her has a small soft smile.

"Im Mikasa, Pleasure to meet you 𐙚˙⋆.˚ "

"Like wise!" You give a soft smile and Eren walks over to the free couch and pats the spot next to him.

"cmon sit down we're gonna smoke" Your eyes widen a little, you only just met him and now you're going to smoke with him, he moves a little fast huh.

You sit down and the couch sinks with you, You watch him take a blunt from the guys with the grey buzzcut. "Thats Connie by the way and the blondie next to him is Armin" Both of the guys flash you a smile which you return.

"Yo pass me a light"

"Bro I alway tell you to bring one for yourself you never listen" Connie reaches into his jean pockets handing Eren a Lighter.

“You’ve smoked before, right, gorgeous?” he asks, placing the blunt between his lips. He flicks the lighter, the flame catching as the tip starts to glow.

"A little im not a pro or anything but ive done it two or three times" He nods before taking a long hit and blowing it before passing it to you. You try to take what you think is a baby hit but you still had a little coughing fit.

"Woah woah, you okay? get her some water guys" Eren concerningly pats your back and you nod.

"Yeah im fine guess its just been a while.."

You take a small sip of water to wash down the burning in your throat, grimacing again.

Eren chuckles, leaning back into the couch, one arm lazily thrown across the back behind you. “You gotta pace yourself at these things, pretty girl.”

You shoot him a look. “You calling me that on purpose?”

He smirks, looking at you sideways. “Maybe.”

The room is thick with smoke now, laughter echoing around you as Sasha and Connie argue over what to watch next on the beat-up basement TV. But next to Eren, everything feels weirdly still.

“So,” he says after a beat, voice low, “what are you really doing here? I mean… with a guy who treats you like that?”

You blink. That hit harder than you expected. You look down at the solo cup in your hands, turning it slowly in your fingers.

“I guess I kept hoping he’d stop making me feel like shit,” you admit, voice barely above the music. “Stupid, right?”

Eren’s gaze softens. He doesn’t say ‘yes.’ He just leans in a little closer, his voice barely a whisper now.

“Not stupid. Just... trusting the wrong person.”

You look up at him, and for a second it feels like the room fades — the music, the yelling, even the taste of the alcohol. Just him. Looking at you like you’re the only thing worth seeing.

Your lips part slightly, unsure of what to say next. Eren doesn’t push, just leans back slowly into the couch again, letting the tension settle in the air like smoke. He hands you the blunt again, his fingers brushing yours on purpose this time. The touch sends a small spark up your spine.

You take it, more confidently this time, and inhale just enough to keep your lungs from rebelling again. You exhale slowly, watching the smoke curl up toward the low ceiling.

"You’re good at this," you murmur, passing it back to him.

"I’m good at a lot of things," he replies smoothly, a sly grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

You laugh despite yourself, shaking your head. “You’re trouble, huh?”

"Always," he says, not missing a beat. "But the fun kind."

Sasha laughs loudly at something Armin says across the room. Mikasa looks over at you and gives you a knowing glance, eyes flicking from you to Eren and then back. You feel your face heat again, but this time… you don’t mind it as much.

Eren leans closer, and his voice is lower now, softer — just for you.

“If he’s dumb enough to leave you alone at a party like this, he’s even dumber for thinking someone like me wouldn’t notice you.”

Your breath catches. The way he says it isn’t cocky — it’s honest. His green eyes hold yours like he’s daring you to look away first.

But before you can say anything, the basement door creaks open. Footsteps.

You glance up just in time to see him — your boyfriend — standing at the top of the stairs, scanning the room. His eyes land on you. Sitting next to Eren. Way too close. Laughing.

He starts coming down the stairs.

Your stomach twists.

Eren notices immediately, his playful energy shifting to something calm, sharp. Protective. He doesn’t move, but you feel his arm press a little closer behind your back, like he’s ready to step in if he has to.

“What’s the play, pretty girl?” he asks under his breath, his tone unreadable.

"Its fine let me handle it.." I get up and stay by the end of the stairs your arms crossed as you stare at your boyfriend with a glare.

“What are you doing down here? Especially with that guy?” he whisper-shouts. You roll your eyes.

"I dont care I clearly cant trust you to be by yourself so we're leaving" He grabs you wrist ready to drag you. "No the fuck we arent im not leaving with you" you pull trying to get out of his grip.

"I didnt fucking ask lets go" You're still struggling till you feel a hand on your shoulder.

"Is everything okay here" Erens behind you shooting daggers with his eyes at your boyfriend.

"We are fine get your hands off my girl man" Your boyfriend huffs at Eren causing Eren to raise his eyebrow. "she clearly doesnt wanna leave so how about YOU get your hands off her'

"Or what?" Eren furrows his eyebrows in confusion.

"excuse me?"

"Im asking you what the fuck you're going to do if I dont let go of MY girlfriend." Eren looks conflicted his tongue poking his inner cheek as he thinks his options, his eyes land on you and he shrugs deciding to fuck it.

— WHACK.

The loud sound can be heard over the music and Your boyfriend stumbles back holding his face. "need another one or are you good?" Eren places his hands into his pockets your boyfriends face is bleeding as your eyes widened. "F-fuck you dude! — you're fucking crazy, 𐙚˙⋆.˚ you can stay here I dont care anymore —we're fucking done" Instead of those words making you feel like you're being crushed you actually feel lighter and calmer as you turn away to check on Eren instead.

Though you only met him an hour ago you’re suddenly really caring towards him, "hey that was a hard punch is your hand...okay?" He looks down at you a slight smirk tugging at his lips.

"Im okay sweetheart..lets head back to the couch yeah?" You nod and follow him back to the couch.

"Eren.. what the fuck was that all about" Connies eyes are wide not just his but everyone elses.

"dont worry guys its taken care of"

Eren sits close, his arm resting on the back of the couch again, but this time he’s not smiling. Not smirking. Just breathing.

You glance over at him.

“Your hand’s really okay?” you ask again, voice softer this time.

He looks at you and nods once. “It’ll be sore tomorrow. Worth it.”

You bite your lip and look away. The room feels too big now, too full of eyes. You lean in, lowering your voice.

“I didn’t think he’d actually do that. Try to drag me out like that.”

Eren tilts his head slightly, his green eyes studying you. “Guys like that… they don’t show their full face until you’re already knee-deep in the mess.”

You sigh, your chest tightening. “Yeah. I think I’ve been trying not to see it.”

He nudges your knee gently with his. “You don’t have to explain anything to me. I just didn’t like the way he put his hands on you. That’s not love.”

You blink, and for a second, you’re not sure what to say. You didn’t expect a random guy at a party — a hot stranger with a lazy grin and a sharp right hook — to say the exact thing you needed to hear.

“…Thank you,” you say quietly.

Eren turns toward you, finally giving you a small smile again. “Don’t thank me. Just… don’t go back to that, yeah?”

You nod slowly, your chest feeling a little lighter again. You’re quiet for a moment, then decide to ask something that’s been hovering in the back of your mind.

“Why’d you step in, though? You don’t even know me.”

Eren leans back slightly, his gaze still on you.

“Because I wanted to. And because maybe I want to get to know you now.”

Your cheeks flush again, and you look away, but you can’t hide the small smile on your lips.

Sasha suddenly leans over the couch. “Sooo… we’re still playing truth or dare, right?”

Connie groans. “We’re too old for that.”

“Shut up, Connie,” Sasha grins. “It’s fun. You guys in?”

Eren glances at you, smirking. “What do you think, pretty girl? Wanna play?”

You give a little shrug, glancing at Eren. “Sure, why not?”

Sasha claps her hands, clearly thrilled. “Okay! Let’s make this interesting—no boring truths and no backing out of dares. Deal?”

Everyone groans, but she already looks too excited for anyone to say no.

Connie lazily spins an empty beer can in the middle of the floor. “Alright, let’s go clockwise. Sasha, you start since this was your idea.”

Sasha grins. “Mikasa. Truth or dare?”

Mikasa sighs like she regrets sitting down, but she gives in. “Truth.”

Sasha leans forward like a kid with gossip. “Have you ever had a crush on someone in this room?”

Mikasa glances at Armin, who immediately turns red. “...Maybe.”

“OHHHHH!” Connie and Sasha yell at the same time. Mikasa hides her smile behind her cup.

The game keeps going — a few dares to take shots, a dumb dance, someone doing five push-ups on the floor — until the can lands on you.

“𐙚˙⋆.˚,” Connie says, eyes lighting up. “Truth or dare?”

You think for a second, the buzz from earlier still tingling in your chest. You look at Eren, then back at Connie. “Truth.”

Connie grins. “Would you ever date someone you just met?”

You raise a brow, immediately feeling Eren’s eyes on you. “Depends…”

“On what?” Sasha asks.

You smile, slow and sly. “If they’re worth getting to know.”

Eren’s smirk deepens, but he doesn’t say anything. Not yet.

Then the can spins again. And of course — it lands on him.

“Eren,” Armin grins. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Eren replies instantly, eyes still on you.

Armin glances between the two of you, catching the vibe. “I dare you to kiss someone in this room.”

Everyone whoops, and your heart leaps straight into your throat. Eren doesn’t hesitate. He turns toward you, voice low enough that only you can hear.

“May I?”

You don’t say anything at first — you just nod, barely. And then he leans in.

It’s not rushed. Not dramatic. Just soft, slow, and a little too tender for something that’s supposed to be a game. His lips are warm and his hand brushes the side of your jaw, just enough to make your skin buzz.

When he pulls back, you swear the room spins for a second.

Sasha fake-fans herself. “Okayyy… y’all didn’t have to kiss like it was a movie scene!”

You laugh, but your heart is racing. Eren leans close again, whispering just for you.

“Told you I was good at a lot of things.”

The group’s still buzzing from the kiss. Sasha’s practically squealing into Mikasa’s shoulder, and Connie’s already calling Eren a “cheat code” for going straight in like that. You laugh it off, trying to play it cool, but your cheeks are burning, and your heart won’t chill out.

Eren leans closer, speaking just loud enough to cut through the chaos.

“Wanna get some air?”

You nod, grateful for the excuse. “Yeah.”

You both slip away from the circle, Eren quietly grabbing a hoodie off the arm of a chair before leading you up the stairs. The music from upstairs is still thumping, but it’s muffled now — like the night’s settling down too.

Outside, the air is crisp and quiet. The front porch is dimly lit, and the street is empty, lit by soft orange streetlights. You wrap your arms around yourself instinctively.

Eren shrugs off his hoodie without a word and gently drapes it over your shoulders. It’s warm, smells like a mix of weed, cologne, and something uniquely him.

You look up at him. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“Didn’t have to punch your ex either,” he says with a small smile. “Guess I’m just full of surprises.”

You laugh, and for a second, everything feels light again.

You both lean on the porch railing, side by side.

After a moment, he breaks the silence. “You okay?”

You pause, then nod slowly. “Yeah. Weirdly… I think I am.”

“You were really calm back there. Most people would’ve been a mess after that.”

You look down at your hands. “I’ve cried enough over him. I’m just tired of feeling stupid.”

Eren’s quiet for a moment, then says, “You’re not stupid. You were just giving someone a chance they didn’t deserve.”

You glance at him, surprised by the softness in his tone.

“I don’t really do this kind of thing,” you admit. “Going to parties, meeting strangers, kissing guys I barely know…”

He smirks, bumping his shoulder into yours gently. “So I’m special then?”

You roll your eyes, trying not to smile. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

Eren leans a little closer, his voice dipping low again. “Too late.”

You both laugh, and the silence after feels comfortable this time.

He shifts to look at you, the porch light catching in his eyes.

“I meant what I said,” he murmurs. “About wanting to get to know you.”

You look at him, surprised again by how genuine he sounds. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” His hand brushes yours — not holding it, just close enough that you could close the gap if you wanted. “If you’re up for it.”

You pause for a second… then let your pinky link with his.

“I’m up for it.”

The porch falls quiet again, your pinkies still loosely linked. There’s something grounding about it. You don’t even realize how tightly wound you’d been until now, standing in the dark next to this boy with sharp green eyes and a surprisingly gentle soul.

“I should probably text my roommate,” you mumble, glancing at your phone. You left so quickly, you didn’t check anything.

The screen lights up: 5 missed calls. 2 texts from “Baby ❤️”

Your stomach drops a little, but you don’t open the messages.

Eren notices the shift in your face immediately. “Its him?”

You nod, locking the screen without replying. “He’s probably just realizing I’m not crawling back.”

Eren scoffs under his breath, “Guy doesn’t get it.”

You give him a sideways look. “And what do you get?”

He meets your gaze, serious again. “That people don’t owe you their forgiveness. Or their silence. Or their time.”

There’s something behind those words. You can feel it.

You tilt your head. “That sounded personal.”

He shrugs, looking away. “Yeah, well. I’ve been the guy messing up before. Not like that, but… enough to know what regret feels like.”

The air hangs between you for a second. You want to ask more, but he shifts his weight and smiles again, gentler this time.

“Not tonight, though. Tonight’s not about that.”

You nod slowly, and the weight in your chest lightens again. You're about to say something else when the porch light flickers — and a black car slowly rolls by the front of the house, headlights off.

You both notice it.

Eren straightens up a little. “That him?”

You squint. Hard to tell — but you wouldn’t put it past your ex to pull something petty or creepy. “I don’t know. I can’t tell.”

The car disappears down the street without stopping.

Eren watches it go, jaw tense for a moment before relaxing. “Come on. Let’s get back inside. Just in case.”

You nod, and he keeps close beside you, hand brushing yours again.

When you step back into the warm, dim house, Sasha immediately grins from the couch. “Aww, look who’s back. Was it romantic? Did he confess his undying love? Did you cry under the moonlight?”

You roll your eyes playfully. “We were gone for five minutes.”

“Five minutes is enough to fall in love if you do it right,” she winks, then adds, “Mikasa said that.”

“I did not say that,” Mikasa mumbles from her spot, sipping a water bottle.

Connie flops dramatically. “God, now they’re gonna be insufferable. Someone spin the bottle again before I start feeling emotions.”

You stretch your legs out a bit, glancing around at the half-asleep group and the mess of empty cups and snack bowls. The basement’s grown stuffy, and now that the adrenaline’s fading, your body feels heavy with exhaustion.

You lean over slightly, voice low. “Hey… I think I’m ready to go.”

Eren straightens, looking at you. “You good?”

“Yeah, just kinda done for the night.”

He nods once, then pulls out his phone. “Cool. I’ll walk you out — I didn’t drive but I can call a car.”

You both stand, careful not to step over Sasha’s outstretched legs. She mumbles something in her sleep that makes Mikasa roll her eyes fondly.

You give the room a small wave, murmuring quiet goodbyes, and follow Eren upstairs.

The house is quieter now. Lights are low, music’s faded into background noise, and the air outside feels like a breath of clarity after all the noise. You walk together to the curb, where Eren pulls out his phone and orders a ride.

He stuffs his hands in his pockets, rocking on his heels a little while you wait.

“You sure you’re okay?” he asks softly, glancing at you under the streetlight.

You nod. “Yeah. Tonight was… weird. But I feel good now. Lighter, I guess.”

He smiles at that. “Good. You deserve to feel that way.”

The car pulls up slowly, headlights cutting through the quiet street. Eren opens the door for you like it’s second nature.

You pause before getting in, looking up at him.

“Do you wanna come with me?” you ask. Not flirty. Not forced. Just real. “You don’t have to stay long. I just… kinda don’t wanna be alone right now.”

Eren studies you for a second. No teasing smirk. Just that same unreadable look from earlier — something thoughtful in the way his eyes meet yours.

“Yeah,” he says finally. “I’ll come.”

You smile, sliding into the back seat. Eren follows, sitting beside you as the door clicks shut.

The car pulls off into the night, and you glance over at him.

He’s already looking at you.

You don’t say anything — you just hold his gaze, and slowly, your hand finds his again.

This time, he doesn’t wait. He laces your fingers together.

The car approaches your house and you both thank the driver before getting out. "well.. we're here!" you walk up to your front door and unlock it letting both of you inside. You both here a Jingle of bells before you see your cat prancing to you, You instantly smile crouching down to pet your ginger baby.

" hii Nami babyy" you coo as she rubs on you Erens softly smiling while watching you. "Sorry, this is my cat Nami" You notice him watching and Immediately apologize. "No need to apologize I didnt mind this was a cute interaction to witness" He smirks and you giggle before shaking your head. "do you want anything to eat!?" He shakes his head "Nah gorgeous im good.." You nod and decide to lead him to your room "cmon follow me."

You both walk up your stairs and walk into your room, your led a dim light pink, Eren chuckles when he sees your bed full of stuffed animals. "Oh my gosh sorry um I sorta have an obsession with thesee little stuffies" You say slightly embarassed.

"No dont apologize — its cute.." You blush at that plopping down on your bed and pat the spot next to you. Eren plops down right beside you and just stares.

"What..? is there.. something on my face..?" You ask a little confused as to why hes just staring at you without saying anything, he shakes his head looking away. "No you're just stunning couldnt help to stare." You playfully push him.

"God, you're such a flirt for someone I just met" You giggle and he laughs with you.

"What can I say, I know what I want..." You smile before you both lock eyes slightly leaning into him.

"What're you leaning in for.. tryna kiss me?" His eyes are low as he stares at you you cant tell what expression is in his eyes but it makes you sorta shiver. "Maybe..." "then what're you waiting for" He slightly smirks and you finish leaning connecting your lips together.

Your lips move against his slowly at first, gentle and testing — like you're both figuring out how much you can take before losing control. But the second his hand finds your waist, pulling you closer, the pace shifts.

It deepens. Quickly.

Eren kisses like he’s been waiting all night for this — no hesitation, all heat. His other hand finds your jaw, tilting your face just slightly so he can kiss you deeper, his fingers warm against your skin.

You gasp softly against his mouth, and he takes that opportunity to slide his tongue past your lips, slow and deliberate. Your fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer without even thinking.

He leans forward, guiding you gently onto your back, and your stuffed animals tumble off the bed around you — but neither of you care. He hovers over you for a second, just looking down at you, his lips pink and parted, his breath shallow.

“You sure about this?” he murmurs, voice low and hoarse like he’s fighting to keep control.

You nod, tugging him closer by the collar of his shirt. “Yeah… I want you.”

That’s all he needs.

He kisses you again, hungrier this time, and his hands start exploring — one slipping under the hem of your shirt, fingers brushing against your bare skin like he’s memorizing every inch.

You let out a soft sigh into the kiss, your hands sliding under his shirt, and he groans when your fingertips drag across his abs.

Clothes start coming off in pieces — slowly, teasingly. His shirt is first, tossed to the floor. Then yours, carefully peeled off. His lips find the curve of your neck, and your back arches as he kisses a trail down your collarbone, warm and patient.

“God,” he breathes, looking at you like you're the only thing in the world right now. “You’re so fucking beautiful…”

And then his lips are on you again — softer now, but just as intense.

Eren’s mouth trails along your jaw, down your neck, every kiss slower than the last — like he’s savoring you, memorizing the way you taste, the way you respond. His hand slips along the side of your thigh, fingers brushing the edge of your shorts.

You shiver under his touch, breath catching.

“Still good?” he murmurs against your skin.

You nod, fingers curling into his hair. “Mhm… don’t stop.”

He chuckles low, the sound vibrating against your skin. “Wasn’t planning to.”

With one hand, he gently tugs your shorts down, his eyes locked on yours as he slides them off with practiced ease. His fingers return, teasing the edge of your panties now — slow, featherlight touches that make you press your thighs together instinctively.

Eren notices. “Sensitive already?”

His voice is teasing but laced with something else — admiration, maybe. Desire.

You nod again, breathless. “You’re driving me crazy…”

“Good,” he murmurs, lips brushing against your ear.

Then his fingers finally slip beneath the waistband of your underwear, moving lower until—

Your hips twitch when his fingertips graze your center. He groans softly, like just touching you is turning him on more.

“Fuck, you’re already so wet…”

His words are low and rough, and you can’t help the way your body responds — arching slightly, silently begging for more.

He takes his time, sliding one finger through your folds, slowly testing your reaction. Then another. His pace is gentle but firm, curling his finger just right.

Your moan slips out before you can stop it, and his lips find yours again, swallowing every sound as his rhythm builds.

He kisses you like he wants to distract you from the way his fingers are working you open, slow and deep. Your body trembles under his touch, breath hitching with each curl, each press of his thumb against just the right spot.

Your hands grip the sheets, toes curling as the tension starts to build in your stomach. He knows — he can feel it in the way your thighs tighten, the way your breathing changes.

“Let go, ma,” he whispers against your mouth, voice wrecked. “Come for me.”

And when you finally do, your body arches into him, lips parting in a soft cry as waves of heat pulse through you. He holds you through it, still kissing you, his fingers slowing as you come down.

You blink up at him after a moment, flushed and breathless.

"E-Eren" You whimper and he looks at you "Yes ma? what do you need hm?" He kisses along your neck and you sigh. "N-need you.."

"Yeah baby?? You need me — where do you need me ma hm?" Hes leaving marks on your neck as his fingertrail. he taps on your clit.

"need me here mama?? or.." you whine as his finger trails down going inside you again and curling up into you. "Or here..?"

You nod rapidly, hips grinding down against his hand, already feeling the heat coil again in your stomach. He chuckles low, clearly amused by how sensitive you’ve gotten — how needy you are for him.

"You're so responsive, baby," he whispers against your throat, pressing a kiss just beneath your ear. “Didn’t even need to do much and look at you…”

His fingers curl again, slow but deliberate, hitting that spot deep inside that makes your whole body jolt. You gasp, arching into him, and he doesn’t stop this time — doesn’t let you catch your breath. His fingers stay inside, stroking just right while his thumb circles your clit again, light but insistent.

“E-Eren—” Your voice cracks as your legs begin to tremble. It’s too much. You’re already on edge again, and he knows it.

“Oh? You gonna come again, pretty girl?” His voice is teasing, but there’s heat behind it — something almost possessive. “You can take it, can’t you?”

You nod, barely able to form words. “Y-Yeah… please— don’t stop…”

"That's it," he murmurs, picking up the pace just a little. His fingers move faster, thumb rolling tight circles that make you cry out. “Such a good girl… falling apart so easy for me.”

Your second orgasm crashes into you harder than the first, taking your breath with it. Your body shudders violently, and he holds you through it — lips brushing yours, murmuring praises between kisses.

But he doesn’t stop.

Even as your body twitches, even as your thighs try to squeeze shut, he keeps going — fingers slow again but deep, stroking that sensitive spot while your clit still pulses with aftershocks.

“E-Eren— wait, I—” You whimper, voice high and breathless.

“I know, baby… it’s a lot, huh?” He smirks against your jaw, but his voice is gentle, coaxing. “But you can take one more, yeah? Just one more for me.”

He kisses you slow, his other hand brushing sweaty strands of hair from your face as his fingers keep working you, building you up again — slow, merciless, deliberate.

And even through the haze, through the overstimulation, through the trembling and soft pleas — your body wants it. Craves it. You feel the pressure building again, impossibly fast this time, sharp and overwhelming.

“That’s it,” he whispers, lips against your ear. “Come for me again, just like that. Let me feel you fall apart, mama.”

And you do — harder than before, your back arching off the bed, a cry breaking from your throat as you fall into that third wave, dizzy and gasping, body barely able to handle it.

Eren holds you the whole time, slowing his touch only when your breath starts to steady, his lips pressing soft kisses to your jaw, your cheek, your shoulder.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, voice warm and low. “You did so good for me…” Your chest is rising and falling rapidly, your skin flushed and glistening under the soft pink light. Eren’s fingers finally ease out of you, and you can’t stop the little whimper that escapes your lips at the sudden emptiness. He brings his fingers to his mouth without thinking, eyes locked on yours as he licks them clean.

"Goddamn," he mutters, like he’s trying to keep himself together. "You taste so fucking good."

You watch, dazed, your body still trembling from everything he just pulled out of you, but your eyes are hungry — wanting more, needing more.

“Eren,” you whisper, voice soft but desperate. “I want you inside me…”

That look in his eyes darkens instantly. Like a switch flipped.

“You sure?” he asks, already leaning in, his voice rough and low. “I need to hear it, baby.”

You nod, but then you pull him close, lips brushing his. “Yes. I need you. Please.”

That’s all it takes.

His mouth is back on yours, this time rougher, needier — no teasing now. Just hunger. You feel him tug your shirt up, his hands hot and eager on your skin. You lift your arms without thinking, letting him strip you down completely. His shirt follows, and the second your skin meets his, you both sigh.

Your body fits against his like puzzle pieces, all heat and urgency.

Eren kisses down your chest, slow but firm, worshipful even as the tension builds again. When he finally pulls his jeans off, you get your first real look at him — and your breath catches in your throat. He’s big, thick, and already hard, his tip glistening as he strokes himself slowly, eyes watching every twitch of your body.

“You still good?” he asks one more time, voice strained.

“Eren,” you beg, spreading your legs, pulling him closer by the waistband of his boxers. “I need you. Now.”

That’s all he needs.

He lines himself up and slowly pushes in, eyes locked on yours the entire time. The stretch burns in the best way, your mouth falling open as you take him inch by inch. He hisses through his teeth, gripping your waist tight like he’s holding himself back from just slamming into you.

“Fuck, you feel so good… so tight, baby…”

You can’t respond — your mind is swimming in heat and the ache of being full. He starts to move, slow at first, rolling his hips in deep, dragging thrusts that hit every sensitive spot inside you. You cling to him, nails digging into his back, already moaning his name like a prayer.

He starts to pick up the pace, every thrust sharper now, every sound between you louder and messier. Skin on skin. Breathless moans. The creak of the bed. It all blends into one perfect rhythm.

“You’re taking me so well,” he groans, thrusting deeper. “You were made for this, huh? For me?”

You can barely answer, too gone, too wrapped up in the pleasure that keeps building and building again. But your body speaks for you — clenching around him, dragging him deeper.

“Come with me, baby,” he pants, leaning his forehead against yours, sweat dripping down his temple. “Let’s come together…”

And when that final wave crashes down on you — it’s everything. Your body tightens, back arching, as you cry out his name. He follows right after, hips jerking, moaning against your skin as he spills inside you, deep and warm and overwhelming.

Your room is quiet now, save for the hum of your breathing as it slowly settles. The air smells like skin, sweat, and something sweet lingering in the space between you two. Eren's still holding you, one arm wrapped securely around your waist, the other brushing lazy fingers through your hair like he’s trying to memorize how it feels.

You’re pressed against his chest, your legs tangled with his, your skin still warm from everything you shared.

For a while, neither of you speaks. There's no need to — everything is quiet and soft and full in a way that says more than words could. His heart is beating against your cheek, a steady rhythm that makes you feel safe.

“You okay?” he murmurs finally, voice raspier now, but gentler too — all the teasing gone.

You nod against him. “Yeah… better than okay.”

He smiles, fingers still moving in your hair. “Good. You were incredible.”

You giggle softly, a little shy under the compliment, and he just chuckles, clearly enjoying the sound. He leans down to press a kiss to your temple, his lips lingering.

Your cat, Nami, jumps up onto the bed, stretching her paws and curling up beside you like she knows this moment’s tender. Eren gently reaches out to scratch behind her ears.

“She approves,” you mumble sleepily.

“Guess that makes me lucky,” he says, his voice low again, but not with heat this time — with something quieter. Something more real.

He shifts a little, tucking a blanket over the both of you, pulling you closer. His body is warm, solid, and familiar now in a way that makes you melt.

"You don't have to go, you know," you whisper without thinking, not wanting this to end yet.

He glances down at you with a small smile. “I wasn’t planning to.”

You smile back, your fingers brushing along his chest, tracing soft circles on his skin. The energy between you shifts from passionate to peaceful, and you both settle into the kind of silence that feels right — like the night is wrapping around you, and for once, there's nowhere else you'd rather be.

A/n: I hope you guys likes this!! I might make a part two of this ;) so lmk if you guys want it ill be working on other stuff too like caught on camera part two and possibly a geto fic!! I might make a short drabble today too!

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"straight or curly?"

Guys, I'm not gonna lie. This whole nonsense started with me just debating whether or not I should straighten or curl my hair today. Wow, I miss my man Levi. Maybe it's with Valentine's day coming up, but I needed some emotionally charged, dancing, jealousy, barely restrained Levi in my life. Hope y'all enjoy ◡̈

wc: 8k WHEWWWWWWW

"Sasha. Mikasa. Should I straighten my hair today, or curl it? It's the weekend, and I want to try something new."

Mikasa, already dressed and pulling on her boots, barely glances up before saying, “Straight.”

Sasha, who’s still lounging on her bed with no urgency whatsoever, tilts her head in thought. “Curl it. It looks cuter that way.”

You hum, turning back to the mirror, lightly running your fingers through your hair. “Hmm. Mikasa, why straight?”

She shrugs. “It’s easier.”

Sasha rolls her eyes. “Yeah, but it’s the weekend. Don’t you want to, I don’t know, do something fun with it?”

You smirk at their contrast and tap your fingers against the wooden vanity. “Jean’s going to say straight. Connie’s going to say whatever makes me look stupid.”

Mikasa ties her scarf, uninterested. “Jean will say whatever makes you look ‘mature.’”

Sasha snorts. “He’s been watching too many noblewomen walk through town.”

You shake your head, grinning at their banter, then turn back to the mirror. “Alright, decision made.”

Mikasa raises a brow. “Which one?”

You give a dramatic pause before flashing them a mischievous grin. “I’ll ask Levi.”

Sasha chokes on air. “Wha—are you insane?”

Mikasa actually looks up at that, blinking. “You’re going to ask the Captain?”

You shrug innocently, gathering your comb. “He’s got an eye for detail. Might as well make use of it.”

Sasha buries her face into her pillow, groaning. “Oh my god, you love testing death, don’t you?”

Mikasa, while less dramatic, still watches you carefully. “You’re comfortable with him, sure. But that’s still Levi. You really think he’s going to care about how you do your hair?”

You smirk. “I don’t know. But I do know that if I look ridiculous, he won’t hesitate to tell me.”

Sasha peeks out from her pillow, stifling laughter. “That’s... actually true.”

Mikasa just shakes her head. “I’m not stopping you. But don’t be surprised if he tells you you’re wasting his time.”

You flash them both a grin before heading for the door. “I’ll be back with verdict.”

—

The morning sun is just beginning to filter through the halls as you make your way toward the common area, boots clicking softly against the wooden floors. Most of the squad is still waking up, scattered across various spaces, engaged in quiet conversations or lazy weekend tasks.

And then, you spot Levi.

He’s near the windows, arms crossed, watching the drizzle outside with his usual unreadable expression. The early light casts a soft glow against his features, the sharp angles of his face somehow looking even sharper in the muted tones of the morning.

You take a breath, then casually stride up next to him, standing just close enough that he acknowledges your presence with a glance but doesn’t immediately turn away.

“Captain,” you say, tilting your head.

Levi’s gaze flickers to you, his brows drawing together slightly. “What?”

You twirl a strand of your hair between your fingers, smirking. “Should I straighten or curl my hair today?”

There’s a pause. A heavy, weighted pause.

Levi blinks once. Then twice. His expression is as blank as ever, but there’s a split second where you think—just maybe—you’ve stunned him into silence.

“…You woke up just to ask me that?”

You cross your arms, feigning seriousness. “This is an important decision, Captain. I need guidance. You have high standards, so I figured you’d have an opinion.”

Levi exhales slowly, pinching the bridge of his nose. “This is the dumbest thing you’ve ever asked me.”

You bite back a grin. “That’s not an answer, though.”

He finally looks at you fully, scanning you with the same critical gaze he uses when inspecting gear, paperwork, or a particularly irritating recruit.

“Straight,” he says flatly. “Less maintenance.”

You huff. “That’s what Mikasa said.”

Levi shrugs. “Then she’s right.”

You tap your chin, pretending to contemplate. “Sasha said curls.”

“Tch. Of course she did.”

You fight the urge to laugh. “You really don’t like being pulled into nonsense, do you?”

Levi scoffs lightly, already turning back to the window. “And yet, somehow, you keep pulling me in.”

You grin. “It’s a talent.”

Levi exhales again, shaking his head. “Straighten it. But if you’re going to keep bothering me about it, just shave it all off and save everyone the trouble.”

You do laugh at that, shaking your head as you step back. “Alright, alright. Decision made. Thanks, Captain.”

Levi doesn’t reply, but as you turn to leave, you swear you catch something—the barest flicker of amusement in his gaze.

And somehow, that feels like more of a victory than anything else.

You straighten your posture before giving a firm nod, shifting away from the relaxed banter you nearly let slip. “Thank you, Captain.” Your voice is lighter now, but the respect is there—solid, unwavering, the way it should be when addressing him.

Levi doesn’t reply, but the flicker of acknowledgment in his expression tells you that he noticed the shift. He doesn’t need praise, doesn’t care for pleasantries, but he does expect discipline.

And you do respect him—his authority, his position, the sheer presence he carries that makes the rest of the squad tread carefully around him. That weight isn’t something you take lightly.

With your decision made, you turn on your heel and make your way back toward the barracks, catching the eyes of a few cadets as you pass. Some of them look at you like you’ve just done something insane, while others avoid making eye contact entirely, as if speaking to Levi so casually might have put you on a death sentence.

When you step back into the barracks, Sasha and Mikasa are still exactly where you left them, Sasha now halfway through a snack she definitely didn’t have before.

Mikasa eyes you first. “Straight?”

You smirk. “Straight.”

Sasha lets out a dramatic sigh. “Of course he’d say that.”

You shrug as you make your way to the small mirror on the vanity, pulling out your comb. “Well, you did say he has high standards. Might as well follow through.”

Mikasa finishes tying the last knot on her gear before grabbing her scarf. “I don’t understand why you’d ask him in the first place.”

You glance at her through the mirror, lips twitching. “Because he’d tell me the truth, not just what I want to hear.”

Sasha hums thoughtfully. “That is true… Still, brave of you to just walk up to him like that.”

You roll your eyes, running the comb through your hair. “He’s my Captain, not some untouchable ghost. You all act like he’s going to snap my neck for asking a question.”

Sasha gives you an incredulous look. “He would if you tested him enough.”

Mikasa, though less dramatic, simply says, “You’re more comfortable with him than the rest of us are.”

You pause at that, the weight of her words settling over you.

It’s true.

The others hold Levi at a distance—not just because of his rank, but because of who he is. Humanity’s Strongest. A leader, an authority, a presence that demands respect with the sheer force of his being. You’ve seen how they sit up straighter, how they quiet down when he enters a room, how the air around him shifts the atmosphere entirely.

And yet, with you, the distance is different. You still respect him, still heed his orders, but you don’t shrink away under his stare. You step forward, meet his gaze, hold your ground—not recklessly, not without care, but with something else. Something more solid.

You shake off the thought, focusing back on your reflection as you finish smoothing down the last strand of hair.

“Well,” you say, keeping your tone light, “it’s not my fault you all look like you’ve seen a ghost whenever he’s in the room.”

Mikasa doesn’t argue, simply picking up her gear and heading toward the door. “I’ll see you outside.”

Sasha gives you one last lingering look, then grins. “If you ever do cross a line, just give me your rations before you get executed.”

You snort. “Noted.”

As Sasha follows after Mikasa, you take one last glance at yourself before heading toward the door as well, rolling your shoulders back as you mentally prepare for the day ahead.

Even if you are more comfortable with the Captain, that doesn’t mean you’ll ever forget who he is.

Levi Ackerman.

Your Captain. Your superior.

The strongest soldier alive.

And somehow, someone you can’t seem to stop seeking out.

—

The morning air is crisp as you step outside, the lingering chill of the earlier rain still clinging to the air. The ground is damp beneath your boots, the scent of wet earth and wood mixing with the sharp freshness of the wind rolling over the fields beyond the walls. The sun is beginning to break through the thinning clouds, casting golden streaks across the headquarters, its light catching on the dew that clings to the edges of the grass.

You inhale deeply, letting the coolness of it wake you up fully. The barracks are already alive with movement—cadets milling about, some heading toward training fields, others finishing up morning duties. The sound of voices, of boots against gravel, of birds stirring in the trees beyond, all mix together into the low, steady hum of a world still in motion.

Sasha and Mikasa are waiting for you a few feet away, Mikasa adjusting the straps of her gear with practiced efficiency, Sasha idly bouncing on the balls of her feet like she’s trying to generate enough energy to get through the day. She notices you first, squinting at you with exaggerated focus before nodding in approval.

“Alright, I’ll admit it. The Captain was right. The straight hair suits you.”

You snort, walking up to them. “You sound so betrayed.”

“I am betrayed,” she huffs dramatically. “But only because I wanted to be right.”

Mikasa shakes her head. “It was a practical answer. Levi only ever gives practical answers.”

You hum, knowing that’s true, but there’s something about the way he’d looked at you when he said it—how he’d assessed you with that sharp gaze of his, how he’d told you without hesitation, straighten it—that lingers in your thoughts more than it should.

But before you can dwell on it too much, the sound of boots approaching pulls your attention.

Erwin and Levi are walking through the yard, their presence commanding without effort. There’s something about the way the air shifts when they’re together—Erwin with his calm, calculated confidence, and Levi, sharp-edged and observant, moving with quiet precision.

Cadets straighten as they pass, conversations dulling slightly out of instinct, as if the weight of leadership alone is enough to pull people to attention. Even Jean, who normally has some sort of wisecrack ready, keeps his mouth firmly shut as they approach.

You, on the other hand, watch them with interest. Erwin is speaking in low tones, his expression unreadable, while Levi listens, his eyes narrowed slightly, his arms crossed as he walks in measured steps beside him.

But then, as if drawn by some unspoken pull, Levi’s gaze flickers—to you.

It’s brief, but it lingers just long enough to be intentional. A silent acknowledgment. A glance that feels heavier than just casual observation.

Your heart stirs in a way you don’t fully understand.

You don’t break eye contact right away. You hold it, just for a second longer than necessary, before nodding in quiet greeting, maintaining the formality expected of you.

Levi doesn’t nod back, but there’s a shift in his expression, something so subtle that only someone looking for it would notice. And then he looks away, back to Erwin, as if nothing had happened at all.

The moment passes, but it leaves something behind.

Mikasa notices. She doesn’t say anything, but she notices. The slight tilt of her head, the way her gaze flickers between you and Levi before she simply adjusts her gear again, tells you that much.

Sasha, however, being Sasha, definitely notices.

She leans in slightly, voice hushed but teasing. “That was a look.”

You keep your expression carefully neutral. “That was nothing.”

Sasha smirks. “Sure it was.”

You roll your eyes, but the warmth spreading beneath your ribs is undeniable.

—

The morning drifts into training, the sky fully clearing as the sun rises higher, warming the damp earth below. The air is filled with the rhythmic whoosh of ODM gear, the sharp snap of cables latching onto wooden poles, the occasional grunt of effort as cadets push themselves through the drills.

You move through the routine with practiced ease, the familiar weight of your gear settling into your movements, your muscles burning in that satisfying way that comes with hard work. The wind rushes past your ears as you propel yourself forward, the world blurring for a moment before you land solidly on the next platform, inhaling sharply before launching off again.

Training days like this—ones where you can feel your strength, your skill, the sheer power of your body moving through the air—are the ones that remind you why you fight. Why you push.

You fall into rhythm with the others, weaving between them, keeping pace as you scan for your next maneuver. Jean and Eren are bickering between swings, Sasha is somehow eating mid-air, and Mikasa—unsurprisingly—is moving effortlessly, her form almost unnatural in its efficiency.

And then there’s Levi.

His presence alone changes the air.

He’s not just watching—he’s analyzing, assessing the squad with sharp, unwavering focus. His movements are controlled, effortless, the way he balances his weight even as he stands observing more a testament to his skill than anything else.

Every once in a while, he calls out adjustments. A sharp, no-nonsense command. A correction before anyone even has a chance to mess up.

And when his voice cuts through the field—low, firm, carrying more authority in a single word than most could in an entire speech—people listen.

You land solidly on a nearby platform, catching your breath for just a second before you hear it.

“Your form’s getting sloppy.”

You turn sharply.

Levi is watching you, arms crossed, gaze heavy.

You blink, surprised at first, before narrowing your eyes slightly. “It’s not sloppy.”

Levi raises a brow. “You hesitated before your last swing.”

You huff, rolling your shoulders back, feeling the weight of your gear settle evenly again. “Only because Jean was in my way.”

Jean, from several feet away, throws up his hands. “Why is my name always being thrown around?”

Levi doesn’t even acknowledge him. His attention stays on you.

“You’re letting yourself get distracted,” he says evenly, gaze unwavering. “Fix it.”

Your jaw tightens slightly.

You could argue, you want to argue, but you know better. Levi doesn’t say things for the sake of it. If he’s calling you out, it’s because he knows you can do better.

And that bothers you more than anything.

You nod once, sharp. “Understood, Captain.”

Levi watches you for a second longer before giving the smallest nod of approval. And then, just like that, his attention shifts—back to the squad, back to the broader picture, back to everything else that needs his attention.

You take a slow breath before launching yourself forward again, this time sharper, faster.

And though he doesn’t look at you again, you know he’s still watching.

And that’s enough to push you harder.

—

It was the end of the short lesson as you were released for the weekend.

“Guys,” You fall back into step with the girls, absentmindedly stroking a piece of your hair, “what if he only chose straight hair because it’s more convenient, not because it necessarily looked better on me? How can I know?”

Sasha groans dramatically, throwing her arms in the air. “Oh my god, you’re still thinking about this?”

Mikasa, walking beside you with her gear slung over her shoulder, gives you a sidelong glance. “Levi doesn’t say things just to say them. If he said straight, he meant it.”

You let out a thoughtful hum, twirling a strand of your hair between your fingers. “But what if he only said it because it’s easier, not because it actually looked better?”

Sasha snorts. “Then I guess you’ll just have to change it up and see if he reacts.”

You blink at her. “What, like curl my hair next time and test his response?”

Mikasa shakes her head as if she can already see where this is going. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

Sasha grins mischievously. “I do.”

You narrow your eyes in thought, considering.

Mikasa sighs. “He’s our Captain, not some noble at a ballroom.”

“Exactly,” you quip, smirking. “Which means if he does notice, it’ll mean something.”

Mikasa doesn’t respond, just presses her lips into a thin line as if choosing to disengage entirely.

Sasha, however, nudges you with her elbow. “Alright, next mission: Operation Look Pretty and See if Captain Notices.”

You huff a laugh. “That is not what we’re calling it.”

Sasha grins. “Too late. It’s already official.”

Mikasa sighs again, rubbing her temple. “I can’t believe we’re having this conversation.”

You smirk but don’t push further, letting the subject drop—for now. But deep down, curiosity lingers.

Because, honestly?

You kind of do want to see if he notices.

—

“I mean, we are going out tonight to celebrate Jean’s birthday. I can accidentally slip by him with my curled hair to see his reaction…” You muse thoughtfully as you get change out of uniform and into more casual clothing, appreciating the cool breeze that hits your legs as you twirl in a skirt.

Mikasa groans, rubbing her temple like she’s already regretting being part of this conversation. “That’s ridiculous.”

Sasha, on the other hand, lights up. “No, that’s genius.”

You grin, brushing through your hair as you sit on the edge of your bed. “Is it though?”

“Yes,” Sasha says immediately. “Because listen, if Levi doesn’t care, he won’t react. But if he notices—even a little—that means he actually has an opinion on how you look.” She gestures dramatically. “And that would mean something.”

Mikasa exhales through her nose. “Or it just means he’s observant and has an opinion on everything.”

You hum thoughtfully, tying your hair into a loose ponytail for now. “That’s why it’s a test, Mikasa. For science.”

Mikasa stares at you blankly. “That is not how science works.”

Sasha claps her hands together. “Alright, so plan’s simple—tonight, you curl your hair, we go out for Jean’s birthday, and at some point, you just... happen to slip by the Captain.”

You nod, amused at how invested Sasha has become. “Exactly. Totally casual. No effort at all.”

Mikasa shakes her head, standing up and adjusting the straps on her uniform. “I’m not encouraging this. If you want to waste your time overanalyzing Levi’s non-reaction, that’s on you.”

Sasha rolls her eyes. “It’s called gathering data, Mikasa.”

You laugh, standing as well. “Exactly. And besides, it’s just for fun.”

Mikasa gives you a look that says you are all insufferable, but she doesn’t argue further. Instead, she merely slings her gear over her shoulder. “I’ll meet you both outside.”

As she leaves, Sasha leans in conspiratorially. “She’s totally curious too, she just won’t admit it.”

You smirk. “Oh, definitely.”

Sasha grins. “Alright, then. Let’s make Jean’s birthday party very interesting.”

The rest of the day passes in a blur of training, chores, and preparation for the evening. By the time the sun dips low over the horizon, painting the sky in hues of soft orange and violet, the atmosphere around headquarters shifts into something lighter, more relaxed. It’s rare to have a night like this—where everyone can unwind, even just for a few hours, without the weight of duty pressing down on them.

You stand in front of the small mirror in the barracks, fingers deftly working through your hair as you curl it, piece by piece. The heat from the iron brushes against your fingertips, and you carefully shape each strand, letting the soft waves fall naturally over your shoulders.

Mikasa, seated on her bunk, pretends not to watch but definitely watches. She says nothing, but the occasional glance in the mirror’s reflection gives her away.

Sasha, on the other hand, is fully invested, sitting cross-legged on her bed and leaning forward. “Oh, yeah. This was definitely the right call.”

You smirk. “Told you.”

She grins. “You’re about to ruin a man’s whole perception of himself.”

You snort, shaking your head as you adjust the last curl. “You’re making it sound like a battle strategy.”

Sasha shrugs. “If you win, I say it counts.”

Mikasa finally sighs. “It’s ridiculous to think Levi would even care about something like this.”

You raise an eyebrow at her through the mirror. “Then there’s no harm in testing it, right?”

She presses her lips into a thin line, but doesn’t argue.

Satisfied, you stand up, smoothing your hands over your outfit—something casual but presentable, enough to blend in while still feeling put-together. The anticipation hums beneath your skin, but you shake it off, reminding yourself that this is not some grand event.

It’s just Jean’s birthday.

And Levi noticing or not noticing your hair is just... extra data.

—

The town is alive with warmth and movement, the faint glow of lanterns casting golden light against cobblestone streets. It’s a stark contrast to headquarters—where the air is always tense, where everything is lined with purpose and duty. Here, laughter spills from tavern doors, the clinking of glasses and distant music drifting through the air.

The squad gathers outside one of the better-kept taverns, waiting for stragglers before heading in. Jean stands at the center of it all, basking in the attention of his birthday, grinning as Connie pretends to give a heartfelt speech about his immense wisdom and contributions to humanity.

You laugh, rolling your eyes as you adjust your jacket. “You’re laying it on thick, Connie.”

Connie throws up his hands. “It’s his birthday, let me lie to the guy.”

Jean scoffs, shoving him lightly. “At least someone is recognizing my greatness.”

Mikasa stands beside you, arms crossed, looking unimpressed. Sasha is already trying to drag Reiner and Bertholdt into a bet over who can drink the most before passing out. The atmosphere is light, easy—exactly the kind of night you all need.

And then, just as you’re about to head inside, you feel it.

A shift.

The kind of awareness that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

You glance over your shoulder, and sure enough—Levi is approaching from the other end of the street. He’s walking with Erwin and Hange, both of whom are engaged in quiet conversation. But Levi—Levi is quiet as always, sharp eyes scanning the gathered squad as he moves.

Your heart does a stupid little lurch in your chest.

It’s not a big deal. You know that. But suddenly, every single curl feels too obvious, every strand of hair placed too deliberately.

Sasha subtly elbows you, voice low. “Showtime.”

You swallow, ignoring the ridiculousness of it all as you casually—very casually—turn your head and pretend to adjust your sleeve, making it look like you just so happen to be standing directly in Levi’s line of sight.

He slows slightly as he approaches, his eyes flickering over the group in his usual assessing way. You watch carefully, scanning for any sign of reaction—anything at all—but his face remains unreadable.

And then—his gaze lands on you.

It’s brief. Just a flicker. But something shifts.

His sharp eyes drag over your hair—not just in passing, but with intent. The tiniest hesitation, the kind that would be imperceptible to anyone not looking for it.

You hold your breath.

And then, just as quickly as it happened, it’s gone.

His expression smooths back into neutrality, his attention snapping forward again as he brushes past you with no comment, following Erwin and Hange into the tavern.

You exhale slowly, feeling the weight of Sasha’s expectant stare burning into the side of your face.

“Well?” she whispers, practically vibrating. “Did he notice?”

You press your lips together, considering.

“…He paused.”

Sasha grabs your arm. “OH, MY GOD.”

Mikasa groans, already walking ahead. “I refuse to be part of this.”

Jean, oblivious to everything, is already inside, basking in the attention of his own celebration.

You, however, linger for just a second longer, glancing at the door Levi disappeared into.

Maybe it was nothing.

Maybe it was everything.

But either way—he paused.

And that was more than enough.

—

The warmth of the tavern hits you the moment you step inside, a stark contrast to the cool night air outside. The scent of old wood, spiced ale, and freshly baked bread lingers in the air, mixing with the low hum of chatter and the occasional burst of laughter from a drunken patron. The flickering candlelight casts everything in a dim, golden glow, the kind that makes the edges of reality feel softer, less urgent.

Jean, reveling in the rare occasion of being the center of attention, immediately heads toward an empty table near the back, where the rest of your squad is already gathering. Connie slings an arm around his shoulders, teasing him about how old he’s getting, while Sasha is already scanning the menu, clearly prioritizing food over conversation.

You settle into a seat across from Mikasa, who looks less interested in the celebration and more like she’s simply here to make sure Eren doesn’t do anything stupid. You smirk, leaning on your elbow. “I bet you five rations Eren ends up in a bar fight before the night is over.”

Mikasa doesn’t even blink. “I’m not betting against something that’s guaranteed to happen.”

You laugh, but before you can respond, the door swings open again, and your attention flickers instinctively to the entrance.

Levi steps inside, following Erwin and Hange as they make their way toward a separate table reserved for officers. Unlike the rest of you—who have already started loosening up, the casual energy of the tavern slipping into your movements—Levi remains the same. Composed. Straight-backed. Completely unfazed by the shift in atmosphere.

But you don’t miss the way his sharp gaze subtly sweeps over the room, assessing the layout, cataloging who’s here, where the exits are. It’s instinctual, second nature. Even in a space meant for relaxation, he’s still a soldier first.

He moves toward his seat, and for a second, just a brief second, his gaze flickers in your direction.

You feel the weight of it, even from across the room.

It’s unreadable, just like before. But you know he saw.

Your heart does that stupid little skip again, and you force yourself to look away, suppressing the smug smile threatening to form on your lips.

Sasha, however, does not suppress hers. She leans in close, voice hushed but practically vibrating with excitement. “He paused again.”

You shake your head. “It could have been anything.”

“It wasn’t anything.”

Mikasa sighs, already regretting sitting next to you two. “If you two spent half this energy on training, you’d both be Captain-level by now.”

Sasha grins. “Okay, but watching this unfold is so much more entertaining.”

You roll your eyes, picking up a glass of water and taking a slow sip, hoping to calm down the unnecessary giddiness that’s settled in your chest. It’s stupid—you know it’s stupid—but something about Levi’s pause feels like a tiny, unspoken victory.

Still, you shake it off. The night isn’t about that. It’s about Jean, about unwinding, about letting yourself be a person instead of just a soldier for once.

And so, you let the conversation around you pull you in. You tease Jean about his dramatic speeches, you steal a bite of Sasha’s food when she isn’t looking, you let yourself sink into the warmth of camaraderie, the normalcy of it all.

Time moves easily, drinks are passed around, and the sound of laughter grows louder as the night wears on.

Until—

“You’re drinking too fast.”

The voice is low, firm, unmistakable.

Your muscles stiffen slightly before you even see him, but when you glance up, sure enough, Levi is standing beside you, arms crossed, looking unimpressed.

Your glass, half-full with whatever cheap ale Sasha had convinced you to try, is still in your hand. You raise an eyebrow, tilting it slightly. “I’ve had one drink, Captain.”

Levi doesn’t budge. “And I’ve seen what happens when you lot get carried away.”

Around you, the others fall quiet, the easygoing atmosphere from moments ago shifting under Levi’s presence. Even Jean—who, on his own birthday, should technically be allowed to act out a little—sits up straighter, eyes flickering toward you with mild concern.

You swallow, knowing that Levi is right, that the last thing you need is to be unfocused, careless.

Still, you offer a small, placating smile. “I hear you, Captain. Don’t worry—I know my limits.”

Levi watches you for a moment longer, gaze lingering just a fraction longer than necessary. But then he exhales sharply through his nose, something between a sigh and a quiet acknowledgment, before stepping back. “Tch. Just don’t do anything stupid.”

You nod, and with that, Levi finally retreats, making his way back toward his own table.

The second he’s out of earshot, Sasha lets out a long breath. “Wow. He really keeps an eye on you, huh?”

Jean shakes his head. “I don’t know whether to feel sorry for you or be impressed you can get away with talking back.”

You roll your eyes. “I wasn’t talking back. I was just… clarifying.”

Mikasa hums. “He didn’t call anyone else out. Just you.”

That gives you pause.

You glance back toward Levi’s table, where he’s now sitting with Erwin and Hange, sipping from a teacup instead of anything stronger. His posture remains the same—composed, indifferent—but his awareness of the room is ever-present.

And maybe, just maybe, his awareness of you is a little sharper than the rest.

You turn back to your friends, shaking your head. “You’re all reading too much into it.”

Sasha smirks. “Are we?”

You don’t answer.

You just take another sip of water, ignoring the way your heart betrays you with a quiet, persistent rhythm.

—

The world feels a little softer around the edges, the golden glow of lanterns casting everything in a dreamlike haze. The warmth of the alcohol hums beneath your skin, not overwhelming, but just enough—enough to dull the weight of the past week, enough to make the music sound richer, enough to let yourself exist in the moment without overthinking it.

The tavern is alive now, laughter spilling over the strum of instruments, boots tapping against the wooden floor in time with the lively rhythm. Around you, your friends are caught up in the revelry—Connie and Sasha are engaged in some ridiculous footwork competition, Jean is attempting to twirl Historia around and failing miserably, and even Mikasa, ever composed, allows herself a small smile as she watches the chaos unfold.

And then—your hands are caught in someone else’s.

You blink, surprised, as a man—tall, broad-shouldered, with an easy grin—takes your hand and pulls you into the movement of the dance floor. His grip is firm, his confidence easy, and before you can even register it, you’re being spun into the rhythm of the music.

You offer a polite smile, adjusting to the steps as he twirls you once, twice. He seems friendly enough, his expression open and relaxed, and for a moment, you let yourself get lost in it, let yourself be just another person in a tavern, caught in the joy of the night.

But then—

His hold tightens.

Subtly, but noticeably.

His hand lingers just a little too long on your waist, his grip just a bit firmer than necessary.

Your instincts, dulled by the pleasant haze in your mind, take a moment to catch up. You keep your smile in place, but a quiet unease settles in your stomach. You try to subtly shift your weight, to create some distance between you, but he moves with you, maintaining the closeness.

A polite exit. You just need a polite exit.

You clear your throat lightly, offering a small laugh. “Alright, I think I need a break—”

The man chuckles, still holding you in place. “Come on, one more dance.”

Something in his tone makes your skin prickle—not outright threatening, but entitled, as if your willingness to dance once meant you owed him more.

Your smile tightens. “I should really—”

And then, before you have the chance to finish your sentence, the air changes.

A presence—sharp, heavy, unmistakable—settles behind you.

The man stiffens slightly, his grip loosening just enough for you to slip a step back, as a new voice cuts through the space between you, low and edged with quiet authority.

“Let her go.”

Your breath catches.

Slowly, you turn your head.

Levi stands there, expression unreadable, eyes dark and steady. His posture is relaxed—but in that way, the way that suggests he is anything but. His arms are crossed, but the tension in his shoulders is subtle, the kind you’d only notice if you knew him.

And you do.

The man—who had been all confidence and charm just moments ago—hesitates, his fingers twitching slightly at his sides. He sizes Levi up, as if debating whether or not to push his luck.

He makes the wrong choice.

“She was dancing with me,” the man says, lifting his hands slightly in false innocence, though his tone holds a thread of defiance. “Didn’t seem to mind.”

A sharp, quiet pause.

Levi tilts his head ever so slightly, eyes flickering between you and the man with chilling precision. His voice, when he speaks again, is calm.

“I wasn’t asking.”

The weight of those words settles between them, heavy, immovable.

Something flickers in the man’s face—hesitation, irritation, then a quiet understanding that this is not a fight he wants to pick.

With a huff, he raises his hands in surrender. “Didn’t know she had a guard dog.”

You feel Levi tense, just for a split second.

Before anything can escalate, you step forward, offering the man a sharp, polite smile. “Thank you for the dance,” you say evenly, voice firm. “But I’m done now.”

The man’s eyes linger on you for a moment longer, then finally, he scoffs and turns away, disappearing into the crowd.

The tension lingers, like a blade just barely sheathed.

You exhale slowly, turning fully toward Levi.

His gaze sweeps over you—quick, assessing, making sure you’re unharmed. When he’s satisfied, he clicks his tongue. “You need to be more careful.”

You cross your arms. “I was being careful.”

Levi raises a brow. “Didn’t look like it.”

You huff, rubbing the back of your neck. “I was handling it, Captain.”

Levi doesn’t respond right away. Instead, his eyes flicker over your face again, something unreadable in his expression. Then, finally—

“I know.”

It’s not an admission of fault, not quite. But it is an acknowledgment.

You blink, caught off guard by the quiet weight behind those words.

Before you can say anything, he exhales sharply and steps back. “Oi. You’re reckless.”

You smirk. “You say that like it’s a surprise.”

Levi doesn’t dignify that with a response, just shakes his head. But there’s something different in the way he looks at you, something lingering beneath the usual exasperation.

Something like relief.

And maybe—just maybe—you weren’t the only one who noticed the way he paused tonight.

—

“Well Captain?” You smile, laughing as you sidestep to avoid Sasha twirling with a recently hired chef that you had seen around a lot more recently. “Isn’t the gentleman supposed to offer the lady a dance? Awfully rude to step in without an intention of following through, don’t you think?”

Levi exhales sharply through his nose, unimpressed, arms still crossed as he watches you with that unreadable expression. The tavern is alive around you—figures moving in vibrant swirls of laughter and motion, the wooden floor shaking beneath the weight of stomping boots, the rich hum of music weaving through the air.

But here, in this moment, it’s just you and him.

You smirk, tilting your head. “Come on, Captain. You can’t step in all dramatic like that and not at least pretend to play along.”

Levi doesn’t move, but there’s something assessing in his gaze, something like quiet calculation behind those steel-gray eyes. You wonder if he’s thinking of an escape, a way to dismiss you with one of his usual deadpan remarks.

But then—

A hand.

Not grabbing, not demanding—just a simple extension. A silent answer.

Your breath catches in your throat.

It’s brief, just a flicker of hesitation before his fingers brush yours, just enough to take your hand without giving anything away. His grip is firm, but there’s a carefulness to it, as if he’s aware of the weight behind the action, of the unspoken shift in the space between you.

And then—he moves.

Not in the showy, exaggerated way the others are throwing themselves into the music, but in a way that’s purely Levi—sharp, controlled, precise. His grip on your hand remains steady as he guides you through the steps, his other hand finding the small of your back, light but firm.

For a second, you forget everything else.

The alcohol, the laughter, the blurred movement of the world around you—it all fades into something distant, something inconsequential compared to the quiet gravity of him.

His touch is careful but certain, his movements seamless despite the clear reluctance in his expression. It’s not that he’s uncomfortable—it’s just that Levi Ackerman is not a man who does things without purpose.

And yet, here he is, following through.

You smile, leaning in just slightly, voice barely above the hum of the music. “See? Not so bad, is it?”

Levi scoffs lightly. "You’re lucky I haven’t stepped on your feet.”

You laugh—really laugh, the warmth of it bubbling up in your chest, light and unrestrained. The sound earns you the barest flicker of something in his eyes—not quite amusement, but something close.

The moment stretches, neither of you breaking the rhythm, neither of you pulling away.

And for the first time that night, you’re certain of one thing:

Levi definitely noticed your hair.

The music swells around you, a lively, unrelenting current of sound and motion, but you barely register it. The tavern, the laughter, the blur of bodies dancing past—it all becomes background noise, a distant hum compared to the quiet weight of the moment unfolding between you and Levi.

His hand is steady against yours, his grip firm but never forceful. His other hand, resting lightly at the small of your back, holds no urgency, no demand—just quiet control, a careful presence. He moves with you in that same effortless way he fights—with intention, with precision, with the kind of quiet mastery that makes even the smallest of gestures feel deliberate.

And yet, for all his competence, you can feel the reluctance in him.

Not reluctance toward you, necessarily. But toward the situation. Toward the ease with which he’s letting this happen.

Toward the fact that he is here, dancing with you, indulging this moment when he so rarely indulges anything.

You can see it in the tension just barely visible in his shoulders, in the way his jaw ticks subtly, as if his own body is surprised by the fact that he’s still holding onto you.

You press your lips together, suppressing a smirk. “You’re concentrating too much.”

Levi exhales through his nose, unimpressed. “I don’t dance.”

“You’re dancing right now.”

“Tch. You call this dancing?”

You grin, leaning in just enough that your words are meant only for him. “Well, you are holding me awfully close for someone who doesn’t dance, Captain.”

Levi doesn’t react immediately, doesn’t pull away or push you off with a sharp remark like you half-expect him to. Instead, his grip subtly adjusts—not tightening, not loosening, but shifting in a way that tells you he’s aware.

Aware of the closeness. Aware of the way your breath brushes faintly against his collar. Aware of the warmth of your body so near to his own.

It’s subtle, almost imperceptible, but you feel it—that minuscule shift in his fingers against yours, in the way his hand remains steady at your back, holding you just at the edge of something uncertain.

He doesn’t break the eye contact you didn’t even realize you had been holding.

“…You’re ridiculous,” he mutters, voice low, almost lost beneath the sound of music and laughter around you.

You smile. “And yet, here you are.”

Levi exhales, his thumb grazing the back of your hand as he adjusts his grip—so small a movement, so imperceptible, that you wonder if he even realizes he did it.

Or if he does, and just isn’t stopping himself.

The room spins slightly—not from the alcohol, not from the movement, but from the sheer weight of the moment, from the impossible tenderness that exists in the spaces between words, in the breaths you don’t take, in the lingering warmth of a touch that neither of you are pulling away from.

And for the first time since you pulled him into this, you realize something.

You’re testing him.

Not just to see if he noticed your hair, not just to push his limits, but to see if he will choose to let this moment exist.

If he will choose to let himself stay.

Your heart pounds as you take a breath. “Levi—”

A crash from the other side of the room interrupts you, followed by loud, drunken shouting.

Levi’s body tenses immediately, his hand at your back twitching as his head whips toward the commotion. The moment between you shatters instantly, replaced by sharp awareness, by the cold snap of duty.

He doesn’t say a word. He just lets go.

The loss of his touch is instant, like stepping into cold air after being wrapped in warmth. The shift is so sharp, so complete, that it almost makes you doubt whether the moment you just shared was real at all.

Levi steps back, his expression neutral again, unreadable as he scans the room, already assessing.

You swallow, forcing yourself to do the same—to shake it off, to pretend like your pulse isn’t still pounding in your ears, like the ghost of his hands on you isn’t still lingering on your skin.

He glances back at you, his gaze flickering over you once, checking—like he’s making sure you’re still steady, still standing, before he turns his attention back to the rest of the room.

“Stay here,” he mutters. And then, just like that, he’s gone, moving toward the source of the disturbance with the same effortless sharpness that makes him humanity’s strongest.

You watch him go, exhaling a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

The music carries on, the tavern keeps spinning, but you remain rooted in place, heart still racing, the memory of his warmth still imprinted on your skin.

And for the first time tonight, you realize—

You don’t need Levi to say that he noticed you.

Because in the way he held onto you, even for just a moment—he already did.

—

You scan the room to see if any of your friends are in danger. After seeing them slowly making their way back to the corner table, you bunch up your skirt before striding across the room to Erwin. "Commander, what is it? Where's Captain? Squad Leader Hange? What are my orders, sir?"

You stand unflinching before him, but your heart beats thunderously, unsure of where the Captain went and if he'll be okay.

Erwin’s sharp blue eyes flicker down to you as you approach, his expression unreadable but steady, as always. The weight of command rests on his shoulders like a mantle, effortless in the way only a man like him can carry. He does not startle, does not seem surprised that you’ve come to him first, as if he expected you would.

His gaze scans over the tavern, over the shifting figures of soldiers and civilians alike, before settling back on you. “It was just a minor scuffle,” he says, voice calm, deliberate. “A few drunk patrons getting too comfortable around our cadets. Captain Levi and Squad Leader Hange are handling it.”

Your fingers tighten slightly against the fabric of your skirt, heart still hammering in your chest. “Should I assist?”

Erwin studies you for a fraction longer than necessary before speaking. “No. The situation is under control.” A pause. “But it’s good that you came to me first.”

Your lips press together, trying to steady yourself. “It’s my duty.”

Erwin gives the smallest nod, an unspoken acknowledgment that you understand what it means to be a soldier, even in moments like this. Even with your pulse still thrumming from something that has nothing to do with a threat.

You inhale sharply, eyes flickering toward the direction Levi disappeared. “Where did Captain Levi go?”

“He’s outside.” Erwin’s voice remains as even as ever, but something in the way he watches you is too perceptive, too knowing. “Ensuring the situation is fully resolved.”

Your stomach twists, but you keep your stance firm. “Permission to check on him, sir?”

A pause.

Not hesitation, not refusal—just assessment.

Then, Erwin gives the faintest tilt of his chin. “Go.”

You don’t waste a second.

—

The cold air hits you as soon as you step outside. The tavern’s warmth is instantly swallowed by the crisp night breeze, the scent of rain still lingering from the earlier drizzle. Lanterns flicker dimly against the darkness, casting long, stretching shadows over the cobblestone streets.

And then—you see him.

Levi stands a few paces ahead, his back to you, his posture rigid but controlled. Even from here, you can see the way his fingers flex slightly at his sides, how his head tilts just barely, listening to something unseen.

There’s a man at his feet—conscious but slumped against the wall, groaning, as if the fight had been drained out of him in an instant.

Levi had taken care of it. Of course he had.

But you don’t care about the drunk.

You care about him.

You step forward, boots tapping against stone, and his head immediately shifts at the sound. He doesn’t fully turn—doesn’t have to. He already knows it’s you.

“Captain.” Your voice is steadier than your pulse. “Are you alright?”

For a moment, Levi doesn’t respond. He exhales slowly through his nose, a habit you recognize—one he does when he’s recalibrating, shifting from fight to stillness.

Then, at last, he turns.

The dim lantern light catches against the sharp angles of his face, highlighting the slight furrow between his brows, the tension still visible in the line of his jaw. His uniform is slightly rumpled from movement, but there’s no sign of injury—no blood, no bruising, just Levi, standing in the quiet aftermath of something already finished.

He studies you for a moment, eyes scanning—searching, checking—as if making sure you’re still in one piece.

“Tch.” He clicks his tongue, looking away. “You should be inside.”

You step closer, searching his face. “So should you.”

Levi exhales, the barest hint of exasperation beneath the breath. “Did Erwin send you?”

You shake your head. “I came on my own.”

At that, something flickers in his expression. Not surprise—more like quiet understanding.

Your fingers twitch slightly at your sides, unsure of what to say, unsure if there’s anything to say that he’ll actually listen to. So instead, you just—watch him.

The lines of his face, the way the dim glow of lanterns traces the edges of his expression, how his eyes—normally so impassive—seem darker under the weight of the night.

For a moment, neither of you speak.

Then—

“You’re shaking.”

It’s so quiet that you almost miss it.

You blink. “What?”

Levi’s gaze flickers to your hands, and you realize, belatedly, that he’s right—your fingers are trembling, ever so slightly, still buzzing with the leftover adrenaline from the evening.

You open your mouth to dismiss it, to say something lighthearted, to wave it off as nothing, but—

Levi moves first.

His hand—warm, calloused, steady—reaches out. He doesn’t take yours, doesn’t grip your wrist, but he touches. A brush of fingertips against your knuckles, a fleeting connection, just enough to ground you in place.

Your breath catches.

It lasts only a second.

Then, just as quickly, he pulls away, as if realizing what he did, as if catching himself before he lingers too long.

You swallow, staring at him.

“Go inside,” he murmurs, voice quieter than before.

Your heart is still hammering, but it’s not from the cold anymore.

“…You’re sure you’re okay?” you ask, softer this time.

Levi holds your gaze, something unreadable in his own.

Then, with the barest tilt of his chin—

“I’m fine.”

And this time, you believe him.

[ssvnriseya]

NEED YOU (D.D)

summary - you and daryl were in a fight and he got jealous when he saw you with another man.

warnings - MDNI 18+ oral, (m! receiving) p in v, breeding kink, daddy kink, pet names, dom!daryl × sub!reader, virgin! reader, jealousy, age gap (reader! in her early 20's, daryl! in his mid 40's), loss of virginity, aftercare, intended lowercase.

note - okay! second time writing smut, hope you like it. lol, i'm really hoping it's the smut of your expectation, this is my longest, probably about six or five thousand words?!

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"we brought dinner." daryl spoke, holding the raccoon up when the gate opened.

"they're okay, they're okay." aaron assured the guy on guard duty when he and eric entered, your group all held their guns by their side.

you smiled warmly at the man when his gaze landed on you, ready to make a good impression and give this place a chance, for judith and all of you.

he then looked back at aaron and the rest of your group walked in, you almost felt embarrassed with the clothes you had on, dirty hospital scrubs.

it was rather dirty and older compared to their clean clothes, you have tried everything to find other clothes but your group's luck and hope ran out ever since beth and tyreese died, you all didn't even get lucky with the village you all checked out.

just as the gate was about to close there was a walker, groaning and trying to get to them. rick nodded at sasha and she raised her sniper, shooting the walker.

"you all should probably talk to deanna first." aaron said as they looked around them in awe, how could something like this place still stand?

"but before that, give up your guns. you stay, you give us your guns." the smug looking guy said, you looked at rick for his reaction.

"we don't even know if we want to stay." rick growled, the smug guy shrugged and aaron frowned at him. he assured rick and the group.

"it's just a precaution, if you want to stay though, you can get your guns back when you go outside the walls." he quickly said and explained.

rick nodded and the group lined up, placing their guns on the cart carefully, some sending a glare on the alexandrians.

"you'll talk to deanna first, then i can show you your houses." aaron said casually, your mouth was gaped open.

"as in plural? you're really giving us houses, for free?" you said at him in disbelief, a few of your group members chuckling at you.

"it isn't the same world anymore, where you have to pay for a piece of shit of a land, and pay more to construct a house." daryl frowned, remembering something.

how he worked his ass off on his work to pay rent and getting paid low, not even enough to save up for a piece of land.

"okay." you said, shrugging as you watched rick go into deanna's house.

"what do you think she'll ask? like do you have a husband, a daughter, or an affair or something?" you blabber to the ear next to you, not realizing it's daryl as you stared at the house, as if waiting for rick to come out crying.

when someone grunted, you turned to see daryl drowning, as usual.

"okay, fine. be that way." you pouted at him and turned away from him, when rick came out, abraham, glenn, noah, rosita and others went next.

all of you was done by the time the sun was almost going down but still blazing hot.

basically deanna just asked you about how you survived outside the walls, what you did to survive, and she bragged about being a political. you tuned her out for most of that.

"we're going to stay in the house together for tonight, rick said." you told daryl who was at the porch and staring into nothing.

"‘m coming in a few minutes." he spoke and you nodded entering the house, you saw rick come out of the hallway and you were shocked.

"oh my— is that you, rick?!" you teased him, he smiled at you warmly.

"shower's free. there's a few clothes for you on the counter by a folk here." rick said as he turned to michonne to watch her reaction.

you snickered at him, he was like a school boy all over again. like getting a haircut and seeing if your crush liked it.

you showered quickly and changed into a pair of pink pajamas. "shower and brushing is refreshing." you sighed as you stretched onto the mattress.

"oh my goodness, for the couples here tonight, please refrain yourselves from like you know..." you teased the couples, most likely rosita and abraham.

abraham smirked at you, "why don't you explore here, go and find someone to bump uglies with." he laughed followed by a few others.

you didn't notice the way daryl rolled his eyes from the corner, an angry expression on his face.

"maybe, i will. once we get settled in here nicely, when we don't have to worry about things anymore... i actually want to find someone to be with me for the rest of my life." you whispered to abraham as a few others engaged into a conversation themselves.

"i hope you find that, little one." he smiled at you like a big brother would, and patted your hair.

"deanna's hosting a party?" rosita asked where you, rosita, maggie, tara, sasha and michonne sat around in the living room.

"yeah, she said tonight." tara nodded, you six had nothing to do as the other went on to explore outside.

"they really don't know anything about what's outside these walls... if they still can think about hosting parties." you sighed.

"deanna said that this place was right from the start, they just built up those walls for protection." michonne shrugged, drinking her coffee.

"they're spoiled, never really knowing how to fight." maggie agreed, it was like a normal morning again... chatting with your friends with no worries about what might happen later.

"well, if she's hosting a party... let's find clothes to wear and might just enjoy the liquors there." sasha raised her brows up and down, suggestively.

you all chuckled and agreed with her, promising each other to go together in the garage where almost hundreds of free clothes were.

you parted from them and went to find daryl, if it wasn't that obvious, you like him, deeply.

you always went to find reasons to be near him but as far as you know, daryl didn't care about you. almost hating your presence whenever you volunteered to go with him on dry runs.

you have tried everything to get closer to him but he always seemed to find a way to push you away. he ignores you most of the time, says harsh words, avoid you completely.

but even though he's like that, you never gave up, always comforting him when you noticed he was down.

you still pursued your feelings for him after all these years, thinking that you might have a chance with someone like him.

how can you not like him? he was selfless, he was kind, he was caring, he cares for judith like he was her uncle, and most of all, he loves.

it might not be that obvious but you know that he loves, so that's why you hoped that he will love you too, not like a friend, but more than that.

but being here made you realize a few things, daryl is never the type of guy to settle down for relationships, even before the end of the world, as merle said.

daryl has priorities and being in a relationship like you wanted was never one of them, he was a guy who never believed in love.

daryl is an emotionally unavailable man, he was all about surviving, so you know he never will have time for shitty relationships, as he said when you asked him one day.

"d–do you ever want to be in a relationship? when we find a safe place?" you asked him as you stared into the fire, you and him were guarding camp and the rest were asleep.

"don't have time f' shitty relations'." he grunted, and you know that was the end of the conversation.

you both were the total opposite, and you know total opposites never work.

he was shy, you weren't, you were talkative, he wasn't, he doesn't love to express his emotions, you do. and there was so much more to it.

just thinking about all of it makes your heart break, maybe it was really time to move on from him, you never even had a chance in the first place.

now that you were in a safe place with the group you considered your family, you were happy.

the group was happy, mostly, rick and daryl still didn't trust this place for a bit.

but you know that someday they will when they had a chance to see the potentials of this neighborhood.

"you're going to move on from him, starting tonight, at the party." you whispered to yourself as you found yourself staring at him, sitting at the porch.

"hey, daryl!" you waved at him, you were shocked how you felt that your heart wasn't going to jump out of your chest anymore, unlike before.

maybe you really were starting to move on.

"deanna has a party, are you coming?" you asked him, squinting your eyes as the sun glared at you from above.

"the rest of the group is coming..." you quickly added as he wore his angry face.

"don't have time f' parties, all you ever do is party. what about waking up, huh? you're back in yer' own lil' world, caring all about drinking."

he spoke long, you can feel your heartstrings breaking. of course, he still remembers.

you, him, and beth escaped the prison together, when you were by the fire, eating snake... you missed everyone, you can't think about anything else so you want to forget.

so you suggested to go find liquors, but daryl didn't respond and beth seemed to realize something, you had a tantrum and left them there, beth following you after cursing daryl for making you upset.

beth was a curious young girl, only a two year or four year gap between you, so she asked why you still want to drink after all that's happened. so you happily explained how the drink makes you forget all the pain and memories, at least just for a while. you both spent days and nights being brats to daryl.

so you, beth, and daryl found a golf club where you and beth tried to find any alcohol, only finding peach schnapps. you immediately declined it.

and daryl had a rampage, throwing the bottle away and leading you and beth to a cabin, full of moonshine.

then it all went downhill there, you guys drank and after, you burned the house down and daryl taught beth how to hunt.

you all found a parlor home and went to stay there but it got attacked by a small herd and daryl told you and beth to wait for him by the road, where you got taken.

you both woke up in a hospital, then worked there. then the group came for you after a week or two. dawn never had the intention of letting you go so she grabbed beth and carol.

then that's where it happened, dawn died... along with beth. you went out of your room and instantly ran to the group.

"okay... but you don't have to be an asshole in everything, i miss her too and i regret that i wasn't even able to save her!you think it's just you? well sorry to disappoint you i was there too!" you said and walked away from the house, tears brimming your eyes when you remembered beth.

he didn't have to be a super asshole about it, he could've just declined you nicely and you wouldn't have to be remembered of beth.

the party only didn't mean alcohol... your group might meet new people, and neighbors, that's if rick decided to settle down here.

"hey, maggie. you're more beautiful tonight!" you complimented her as glenn has his arms around maggie's waist.

"hey, abe, watch rosita tonight, men are eyeing her." you warned him with a smile as you walked further into the party.

you were still upset at daryl but you didn't let it ruin your mood tonight, you greeted a few people from alexandria before walking towards the rest of your group.

"hi, you're all so handsome and beautiful tonight." you hugged them and kissed their cheeks.

"where's robin hood?" carol asked, her gaze around the party, trying to find the redneck.

"he didn't want to come..." you explained.

"well, you go enjoy the party, honey. me and rick just have something to discuss." she told you like a mother would, making you smile.

"okay, carol." you smiled and walked away from them, grabbing yourself a glass of juice when you walked by the table. you felt a presence beside you but ignored them.

"hi, i'm lance." a voice beside you spoke, you turned and smiled at the charming man.

"hi..." you greeted and said your name. he held out his hands for you to shake and you shook it.

there wasn't any spark or whatsoever that you felt with daryl when you held his hands when there were times you were scared, and he let you.

"you wanna get out of here? you know for fresh air, it's too stuffy here." he chuckled and you nodded quickly, you felt suffocated inside deanna's home.

he held your wrist softly as he guided you out of the house, you both arrived at the porch as fresh air quickly surrounded you.

"i hate parties, but at least it's a reminder of what the world used to be, right?" you asked him as you walked with him at the sidewalk, side by side.

"yeah, i arrived here three months ago. and they really don't know what they're doing out there." he agreed.

"a–are you like looking past friendship?" you whispered at him shyly, because you weren't. you were still moving on from daryl and you didn't want to use him.

he shakes his head and laughed. "god, no. i'm gay, but it's not obvious as i'm hiding it from deanna." he said.

"you don't have to hide it, no one will hate you for who you are. it's a new world." you assured him, placing a hand on his biceps.

"thankfully you don't want to, because i'm still hung up on a boy i liked." you chuckled bitterly.

"he's a dick if he doesn't see who you are, i've just been with you for like five minutes and i can see how sweet you are in an instant, it's his fault for not seeing it." he spoke.

"but seriously, you don't have to hide... look at eric and aaron for example." you told him, you leaned in to hug him.

someone cleared their throat and you quickly turned your head to the side in nervousness.

"d-daryl." you said and quickly dropped your hands to the side, he took long strides toward you and grabbed your wrists tightly and dragged you with him.

"w–wait! i'm sorry, lance!" you shouted at the man who chuckled and waved his hands.

he dragged you into rick's house and into his basement room.

"w–what's wrong with you?!" you shout at him in confusion, along with frustration.

"what's wrong with m'? what's wrong with ye'?!" he asked as he let go of you.

"why are you turning the question? i was having a conversation and you dragged me away!" you scolded him.

"you shouldn't be talking to some guy! you trust too easy!" he taught you, something you knew already.

"he's a nice guy." you spoke softer, mistaking his intentions of dragging you away, you thought that he was just worried about you.

"yer' mine, got it? don't care if he's nice." he suddenly mumbled lowly.

"w-what?" you asked, confused. how can he just claim you like that?! you can feel your heart beating so fast it might get out of its cage.

he didn't speak and kissed you roughly, you froze and felt sparks flew to you, you can feel the heat in you.

you gasped and opened your mouth to protest but he used that to enter his tongue in your mouth.

he pulled away, "dar—" you tried to speak but he kissed you again, shutting you up.

you can't help but moan when he squeezed your breast, arching your back, and your head back.

"ahm– da–daryl..." you groaned as he began attacking your neck, your one hand was placed on the bed to support your weight as the other was on his hair.

your grip tightened on his hair as he sucked on your sweet spot making him groan.

"need you, sweetheart." daryl said as he pulled away, you looked into his eyes and saw it full of desire and love.

you nodded and tried to pull off your shirt, when you can't do it, out of nervousness, daryl helped you.

he took in the sight of you in a pink lace bra as he bit his lips, making you squirm and feel even more hot, if that was possible.

he suddenly attacked the top of your breasts as his hands went around you, unclipping your bra and taking it off of you.

"fuck, baby. this just for m'?" he asked and you nodded as you bit your lip, he took one in his hands while he placed another in his mouth.

"daryl..." you moaned as he massaged the other and sucked on the other one.

your hands found their way in your jeans, but due to its rough fabric you can't get friction.

you unclipped your jeans and tugged on them, to pull them down, daryl's other hand helping you as he guided your back to the mattress.

he pulled away from your breasts making you whine, "needy, huh?" he asked as he slipped the jeans of your feet.

he almost wants to take a shot of your body, nearly naked and out of breath, hair out of place.

he started unbuttoning his shirt as she sat up and helped him, almost needy to take the shirt off of him.

he let you do the work and after it was all unbuttoned, you stood up to slip it off his torso.

he sat on the bed as you stayed standing, he tugged on his belt and gestured it to you.

you tilted your head in confusion, before he pointed to his noticeable large bulge, making you nod in embarrassment.

you kneeled in front of him, between his legs as you looked up at him, he nodded at you, encouraging you.

you slowly took off his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, pulling down the zipper as you tugged on it, he raised his hips as you pulled it down, along with his underwear.

your mouth parted in shock as you gulped, looking at him, he looked right back at you with lust.

"h-how's that gonna fit? i-it's so big..." you shyly said as you let your gaze drift down to his cock again.

it stood proudly, the tip touching his stomach, the veins in it noticeable, you also noted of his angry red tip.

"it will fit, you will figure it out, baby girl... daddy will take care of you later, okay?" he spoke in a gentle voice, making you nod.

you were determined to fit him on your mouth and cunt, even if it will squeeze him tightly.

you kitten licked his tip, almost looking like it was to taste the pre-cum dripping down.

you felt foreign to the salty flavor but licked him again making him groan in pleasure.

if he was making that reaction it might feel good for him, and you wanted to make him feel good tonight.

you entered the tip of his angry cock in your mouth, slowly. you took more of him until he reached the back of your throat, and it was hardly half of him.

you placed your hand on his thigh and the other on his stomach, pressing it down.

you raised him out of your mouth then took him again, you looked up at him through your eyelashes as he continued moaning in pleasure. it makes you wet as his voice and moans vibrate.

you moved your mouth up and down faster, each hitting the back of your throat each time making you gag and teary.

he held a good amount of your hair and helped your head in and out of his cock.

"that's it, sweetheart..." he moaned as he moved your head faster, through your hair.

"augh– augh." you gagged again as his tip hit the back of your throat hardly.

"fuck, baby girl... yer' mouth 's so fucking warm, daddy might fuck this mouth f' day to night..." he cursed as he moaned, nearing his release.

you were so turned on by his moans and the things he was saying to you that you pressed your hands harder where they are.

"fuck, baby... 'm near... jus' keep goin'..." he encouraged you, you removed your hands off him.

you placed your hands on the remainder of his cock that your mouth can't take and synchronized it to the rhythm of your mouth.

he was so long and thick that even though it was your mouth and two hands wrapped around him there was still a part uncovered.

how does he hide this monstrous cock in his jeans? it was so long and thick you know it might not even fit you.

he moaned non-stop and then you felt his cum rushing down your throat.

he came in your mouth as he tried to catch his breath, you waited for his cum to stop releasing then pulled him out of your mouth, swallowing his semen.

you wiped the liquid that went down your chin, he looked like he was so proud of you and that made you so happy.

his thumb found its way in your lips, "show m', baby. ye' took it all, hm?"

you nodded eagerly, you opened your mouth and held your tongue out as he examined your mouth.

he nodded proudly and kissed your forehead. "good girl, daddy's proud of you..." he praised you, you whimpered at his words, making him smile.

"i-i need you in me, daddy..." you pleaded with him as if your life depended on it.

"so eager fer m', huh?" he laughed, and you nodded desperately. you couldn't stand the aching heat in your core anymore.

"p–please..." you whispered as you reached out for his cock, he stepped back with a smile making you whine.

"don't be a brat, baby girl... daddy will give it to ya. just wait, 'lright?" he whispered in your ear, you nodded.

"okay..." you plastered on a smile at him as he grabbed you by the waist, grabbing you by the waist and pushing you to the bed, gently.

"you ready fer daddy, baby?" he asked you as he teasingly rubbed his tip at your aching core, covered in your cotton panties.

"s–so ready, daddy..." you moaned at the sensation of something making contact with your clit.

it was a sight to see, your cotton underwear soaked wet with your slick.

his fingers found their way on the hem of your underwear, he slowly took it off, groaning as he saw your wet cunt.

it was pinkish, and puffy and very visibly wet. you felt shy and tried to close your thighs but he held out his hands to stop them.

"nuh–uh, baby girl... daddy wants to see his baby's pussy, okay?" he talked to you, softly.

"yes, daddy." you moaned and tried to raise your hips to feel his tips, but his hands moved your waist down, stopping you.

"daddy's goin' in, baby..." he said.

you felt his tip making contact with your aching core, you hissed in pain as he slowly entered.

"ye okay, sweetheart?" he asked as he pushed another inch into you, he waited for you to respond.

"y-yes, dare... keep going, i–i'm fine." you closed your eyes in the hope of making the pain disappear.

"fuck, baby girl. you're so tight around me..." he also hissed but in pleasure.

he pushed an inch every other minute as he patiently waited for you to adjust to his length.

he furrowed his eyebrows in worry at you as he saw a tear slipped down your cheeks.

"we don't have to do this, sweetheart..." he assured you as he went to pull back but you held his wrist and shook your head as a no.

"i-it's okay..." you nodded at him, and he sighed before kissing you and asking you to take deep breaths.

"jus' focus on me, darling..." he told you and you nodded, you didn't know it would feel this painful.

he pushed the rest of him into you, making you gasp in pain. he did it at one swift move.

you can feel yourself stretched more than ever, you can feel yourself around him, you felt so full.

almost complete, like he was the only one who was supposed to be inside of you.

like his monstrous cock was made for you, and you only. you closed your eyes as you took deep breaths.

"w–why did you do that?!" you hissed at him as you hit his biceps.

he looked guilty and sorry, "sorry, baby... it's better this way, one instant pain, get it?" he kissed your tears and held your chins in his hand.

you nodded in understanding, and he waited for you to adjust to him completely.

you nodded at him as a signal to start moving, he grinned and kissed your forehead.

he pulled out slowly before going back in, then out then in again. you felt a slight pain but it disappeared as he thrusted in again.

the pure pain changed into a mixture of pure pleasure, you held onto his shoulders and biceps, burrying your face into his neck as you moaned.

"daryl... oh goodness!" you whimpered as he thrust into you faster when he noticed you felt pleasure instead of pain.

"fuck, baby... you feel s'good around m'cock... yer' cunt was made fer me." he groaned as if reading your mind just moments ago.

you wrapped your legs around his waist to bury his cock deeper into you.

every time he thrust his tip hit your g-spot making you moan again and again, you don't even know if you will still be able to speak tomorrow.

he kissed your neck as your hands tugged on his hair and gripped his biceps tightly.

"moan fer daddy, baby." he whispered against your neck making you shiver.

"d–daddy... faster!" you moaned and held onto him tightly, you begged him to go faster and he happily obliged.

"you want daddy to fuck a baby into ya? so you can't talk to any other guy? huh?" he roughly asked.

you nodded, "p–please daddy..." you begged him as he grinned.

"please what?" he teased as he slowed his pace making you whine.

"please, daddy. fill your babies in me..." you said out of pure pleasure and desire to come.

"i will, sweetheart... i will make you carry daddy's babies." he roughly talked to you.

"i-i'm nearing!" you moaned at his ear again and again as he felt you clench around him.

you closed your eyes in pleasure as it felt heavenly... you felt so good.

"not yet, baby, not until daddy says so. you don't want to upset daddy, right?" he asked you.

you shook your head with a whimper, "n–no, daddy... i'm sorry." you apologized.

"good girl." he praised you making you clench your walls around him tighter than ever.

all he felt was pure bliss, he can hardly move in your tightness against him, and it felt so good.

"please, daddy. let me come..." you moaned as you kissed him, he moved his lips into you roughly, his beard tickling you.

"wait for daddy, i'm almost near..." he threw back, you nodded and bit your lip, you can't wait anymore.

you need to come now, but you didn't want to upset him so you held yourself from cumming.

he thrusted faster, obviously nearing too. the sounds of skin slapping together along with moans and grunts was all the room was filled with.

his balls hit your ass every time he thrust and that's where you always knew he was deep into you, he always hit into your g-spot.

"cum with daddy, baby." he growled into your ear, his movements going fast.

you let out a loud pornographic moan as you came, panting as he thrust into you.

he slowed and you can feel the liquid inside you, his cum to be precise. he came inside you.

he pulled out slowly and dropped beside you, you both were breathless, trying to catch your breaths.

"t–that was my first time, thank you..." you shyly thanked him as it felt good, you'd rather it be him than anyone else.

"really, sweetheart? yer a virgin?" he teased making you shyly nod, he stood up from the bed and went to another room then came out with a white towel.

he pressed the towel into your cunt softly as he wiped your cum and his cum that was leaking out.

"you were so good fer daddy, baby. 'm proud." he admitted and patted your head as he placed the towel away, dressing you into another clean shirt of him and put you on your underwear, he also wore his underwear and got under the covers.

also covering you with it, you laid your head against his head.

you looked up at him and pressed a kiss on his jaw as you closed your eyes.

"sleep tight, baby." he ran his fingers through your wavy blonde hair as he pressed a kiss onto your head.

he never have felt so lucky before until now, he finally had you, and he was your first time.

he was for sure jealous earlier but the best thing ever came after it.

you and him, made love, fucked, had sex, or whatever you called it.

for him it was love, he had developed feelings for you back at the prison, the first time your group found the prison.

but as a dixon he always rejected it, pushing it deep down him and not acknowledging it.

but seeing you with that man and you angry at him, fueled something into him and it lead to this.

the only one great thing he could ask for besides safety, he was happy he found you through this world.

he loves you and adores you.

[cutebat]

Yandere Batfam x Neglected, but Defiant Reader

What's Next?

Warning(s): Yandere themes, past neglect, a lot of swearing, stealing, violence, mentions of bribery

(This is where now you can pick your own choices in this series, so this isn't technically a chapter)

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Two weeks went by quickly, thank God.

You arrived at school as how you could have if it wasn't for Bruce ruining your fucking break by making you spend time with the rest of the family.

You were forced to watch movies that made no sense due to its plot or whatever and went shopping, only for them to buy you things that you didn't like that all. Like, who still buys and wears things that could cause a whole closet clutter.

The worst part of all this is that Damian has to walk you everywhere around the school, except for using the restroom. Even worse is that Bruce changed your entire schedule to you having teachers who love to fuck you over. Because of this, you can't skip anymore!

Anyway, the day quickly went by, and now it was break time. As you two walked into the cafeteria, you spot your two basically only normal and only friends, Noelle and Sasha.

"(name)! There you are...-"

Noelle calls out to you before her smile slowly flattered when she spots Damian beside you.

"What is he doing here?"

She whispers to you that made you roll your eyes.

This made Damian narrow his eyes down at the two of them.

"Do you have a problem with me being here?"

He asks with a snarl that made your friends cringe a bit.

"(name)..."

Sasha mutters out to you that made you sigh.

"No, no... Damian, they're cool, don't worry."

You reassure him that luckily made him calm down.

"Oh, alright then. Come now, sister. We need to find a table."

Damian tells you which made you feel annoyed.

"Oh, uh, actually. I need to get my water bottle. I left it in my locker, so..."

You try to make an excuse to get out of here.

"No worries, I can go get it for you."

Damian said as he turns around.

"Wait, you don't know my combination!"

You call out of realization.

"I'll figure it out."

He calls back as he leaves the cafeteria.

You and your friends stayed where you were in silence.

"Isn't this great?"

You speak up out of sarcastically as you sit down with them.

"(name), what are you doing with that guy?"

Sasha asks as she takes a bite of her pudding.

"Being stuck by his side for the whole day and the entire Christmas break?"

"No, why are you hanging out with him?"

"Oh, god, don't be a bitch over this. I know he's such a pain in the ass, but I can tolerate him, okay?"

"No, we're not jealous or anything, he's actually fucking insane, (name)!"

Noelle tells you

"Insane like how?"

You ask as you cross your arms.

"Sent many guys to the infirmary, punched a guy in the throat earlier, nearly set a teacher's car on fire."

Noelle said as she started to list down all the things that Damian did.

"Wait, so all of this happened in one day?"

You ask with your eyes wide a little.

"Yeah."

"How do you know all of this?"

"I have two classes and a passing period with him."

At that moment, a guy with a neck cast walked up to your table.

"Were you guys just talking to Damian?"

He asks the three of you.

"Yeah."

Sasha mutters out.

"I hate him. He literally punched me in the throat during gym and didn't even apologize to me or get expelled. I'm pretty sure he paid off the headmaster or something."

He said with his eyes furrowed that meant he was pissed.

"See?"

Noelle mutters to you.

"Hold on, why did he exactly punch you for?"

You ask out of curiosity.

"Cause I said that you were pretty hot and told him that he was a wimp about it or something."

He said as he rubs his cast.

"Still sound normal to you?"

Noelle asks you.

"Oh, come on. That's like one of the things that's like the less worse things."

You tell her.

"'Less worse'?! I was passed out for like half an hour!"

The guy said in a defensive tone.

"Dude, that sounds like a you problem."

You tell him with a bored expression.

"Oh... Shit hurts."

Sasha said with a chuckle.

"Fuck you, guys... Stupid bitches..."

The guy mutters out as he walks away from you and your friends.

"Anyway, what can I do about all of this?"

You ask as you place your chin on the palm of your hand.

"Honestly, I don't know. You're pretty much on your own, (name)."

Noelle said as she takes a sip of her honey milk.

"What? You guys aren't going to help me?"

"We want to, but we don't know how."

"Please? Like actually, please. I have no idea what to do and I don't even know how to get away from all this."

You tell your friends in a slight pleading tone.

Noelle and Sasha gave each other a glance before they stare back at you.

"Okay, fine. As much as we don't know either, we'll try whatever we can, okay?"

Sasha said as she sets her pudding cup down.

"What are you exactly going to do now, (name)?"

Noelle asks in a soft tone with a soft gaze on her face

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Go to your next class (Coming soon)

Skip until the end of the day with your friends (Coming soon)

Go home with your friends

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Eddie and Roan —Roan’s having a hard time adapting to the new babysitter. stepmom!reader, 1.4k

Eddie’s car is parked poorly on the driveway, but it’s there, and it’s nice to see after a long day. You park snugly behind him, pull your purse onto your shoulder, and rush out of your car, up the steps to the house. 

You open the heavy front door.

“Roan?” you ask, greeted by the smell of Eddie’s tomato pasta and fresh bleach. “Eddie, did you mop?” 

“Sasha mopped,” Eddie corrects from the top of the stairs. “She’s up here.” 

“Sasha?” 

“Roan.” He smiles at you. “Sasha is long gone home, baby. And if I were you I wouldn’t say her name. It hasn’t got me super far.” 

You wince, hanging your purse and coat over the bannister and shucking off your shoes, aching feet a little less painful on the carpet of the stairs. Eddie waits for you on the landing, and he kisses you when you’re close enough, to your fear. 

“I’m gonna fall.” 

“No,” he says, encouraging you against him with a forearm to the small of your back. “Like I’d let you.” 

“Is it really bad?” 

“She went into a full blown nuclear meltdown. I don’t think Sasha will be back any time soon, she looked shell-shocked,” Eddie says. 

His eyes flare wide and his lips pucker, but he looks less worried and more entertained. He knows Roan is gonna be fine eventually. She has a case of the crankies because nobody will let her have her way (but you would if you could).

“She definitely wants to see me?” 

“I think you’re the only person she wants to see. She kept pushing me off of the bed.” 

“Oh.” You kiss his cheek. He smiles like he did the very first time you kissed him, surprised and elated to be liked, which is a tad silly —you love him. “Hello. Dinner smells nice.” 

“It does, doesn’t it? I’m gonna go make some garlic bread if you don’t need me.”

You hold his arm. It’s strange to be in love sometimes. You coparent his occasionally angry child. He makes you dinner every single night. There’s barely time to say hello, but you say it because saying hi to him is always, always fun. 

Eddie gives you a quick hug. “I’m downstairs if you want me,” he promises. 

You ease around one another. He goes down the stairs too quickly, you knock gently against ‘Princess Roan’s’ door. The placard is missing a few gems, but it’s still sparkly. 

There’s no answer.

“Hello?” you ask, knocking the door again. “Baby, I’m coming in to see you.” 

“…Okay.” 

You smile at the sound of her voice. You’ve missed her, even though it hasn’t been that long. It’s better to see her, opening her door, finding her all curled up on her bed. She’s mostly guilty, you’d say, but still annoyed at the situation. 

“Hey, angel,” you say, pausing against her doorway. 

“Hi, mom.” 

You grin. “Dad told me what happened.” She tenses, expecting a telling off, but Eddie has that covered. She can’t treat people the way she did, pushing poor Sasha and screaming at her to go away isn’t fair, but she had her reasons. Neither you nor Eddie plan to ignore them. “You okay?” 

“Fine.” 

“What can I do to make you feel better than fine?” you ask. 

“Let me come to work with you.” 

“I told you already, Ro. You can only come with me for emergencies. They’re very grumpy at work.” 

She glares and curls tighter into her ball. She’s small, less than a third your size but with feelings that would threaten to tip you over. Her dress is creased to death and her face is covered in tears. 

“Wanna get dressed for bed?” you ask. 

Roan sighs tiredly. “No.” 

“Just let me wash your face then, princess. Tears make your eyes sore after a while.” 

“Can you hug me?” Roan asks shyly. 

You cross the room. She slides across her bed to make more room for you than you need, but you love how big she seems to think you are, in a way. Like she sees you as much older, maybe more protective, or that’s what you’d like to think. You lay down in her bed, and you move your arm from your side to let her know the hug factor is ready for business. 

She lays her head on your shoulder. 

“It’s hard missing you,” you say. 

It’s hard missing both of them. You feel like a lot of your life is totally wasted at work when you could be talking yourself hoarse with Eddie, Roan between you both or on someone’s lap. You’d rest your face on his arm and watch his lips make each word. You could do it forever, but the world doesn’t let you. His stories and jokes have to wait until the weekend.

“It is?” Roan asks quietly.

“It’s so hard. I miss you all the time.”

“I miss you too,” Roan says. 

“I know.” Her bed is crazy comfortable. You stretch out and turn your face down to hers, back twinging, content to stay her with her forever. “Can I give you a little kiss?” 

She laughs and turns her cheek to you for kissing. 

“It’s been a long time since I asked you that, huh?” you say, pressing three light kisses in the same place. 

“You aks me sometimes.” 

“You never ask me!” you tease in a shouting-whisper. “You just plant them on me!” 

“You like kisses.” 

“I love ‘em. You and dad give the best kisses I ever had.” 

She smiles, but it slowly turns into a frown. “I don’t like being home with Sasha.” 

“It’s summertime, bug. Me and dad have to work, Wayne has to work. We can’t find any other way.” 

“Sasha doesn’t… She’s not… Ugh.” Roan rubs her sad face into your chest. 

“Sasha’s still a stranger, baby, that’s all it is. I know she seems a bit weird right now, but that’s, like, how meeting new people goes!” You hug her to you loosely. “You remember when you met me?” 

“You liked me on the first day,” Roan says. 

“Of course I did.” 

“Sasha doesn’t like me.” 

“Sasha thinks you’re awesome. But when I first met you, Ro, you were littler, and you liked to cuddle more. It was easier for me and you. Plus, I think things for me and you are much more special.” 

“She doesn’t like me anymore.” 

You coo sympathetically. “No way. I think if you say sorry, and maybe me and dad can explain, Sasha won’t mind.” 

“I just wanted you,” she says. 

“I know. It’s okay if we miss each other, because we always get to see each other before dinner.” 

“Is dad still mad at me?” 

You sit up to look down at her, stroking the dark baby curls away from her face, smiling as they spring back into place. “Nah. But maybe he deserves an apology like Sasha. He said you gave him a couple of pushes too.” 

“He was trying to give me a hug and I was still mad,” she complains. 

“That’s okay. I guess dad’s not the kind to hold a grudge anyways.” 

Eddie absolutely holds grudges. He has one-sided beef with half the town and mutual beef with the other half, but he doesn’t hold one with Roan. You wipe the tear stains from her cheeks with a warm cloth and get her changed into clean pyjamas, holding her hand the whole time at her insistence, which makes doing her buttons up hard. 

“Why can’t uncle Steve have me?” Roan asks as you carry her downstairs. 

“Because he has a job, too.” You put her down at the bottom of the stairs. “Most grown ups do.” 

“And you can’t have summer vacation?” 

“I wish, baby. I wish.” 

Roan walks ahead of you into the kitchen, where Eddie’s setting the table, pasta and garlic bread and a big tossed salad waiting. Roan’s place has been set especially for her, with her glass of water, her glass of juice, her favourite fork, and the big purple cushion on her seat. 

“Feeling better?” Eddie asks her, bending at the waist when she holds up her arms. 

He gives her a soft hug, patting her back between lazy up and downs. 

“Sorry, daddy.” 

“That’s okay,” he says genuinely, “I know summer is hard. Maybe I can get some more days off soon.” 

That sounds like a good idea. 

“Please,” Roan says. 

Eddie coils one of her curls around his finger. “I’ll see what I can do. And you’re going to be nicer to Sasha?” 

“Yes. Sorry.” 

Eddie tips her head back to kiss her nose. “I don’t want you to be sorry, I just want you to be kind.” 

“‘Cos kind is the new cool,” Roan says. 

“Yes!” He drags her up his chest to squeeze her tightly. “And we’re the coolest cats in town.” 

[kingkaisen]

REGRETS — PART II

♡ — FIND PART I HERE . . .

♡ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓: fem! reader, gun mention, character injury, violence, angst, & dark content.

♡ — 𝐖𝐂: 5.4k

♡ — 𝐀/𝐍: dividers by @jabamin!

“Something’s off . . .” Captain Levi thought.

For about fifteen minutes, he led his squad through a bustling town north of Wall Sina, where the townsfolk participated in a festival complete with food and music.

Sasha managed to grab a cooked potato or two, while everyone else mainly gravitated towards the wooden water barrels, content with eating their rations — stale crackers meant to last for months — in order to save the rest of the food for the hungry citizens. But they couldn’t pass up the opportunity to refill their water supply.

Either way, it was rather odd when Levi turned the corner of a nearby church and found the beige cobblestone streets to be completely isolated.

Not a soul was around.

Perhaps, everyone was tucked away inside of their homes, or at the nearby festival — he could still hear the overly cheery instruments making music from here — but even so, something didn’t seem right.

Levi halted his footsteps. He held on tightly to the reins of his beloved horse.

“Why’d we stop?” Eren asked, as he nearly bumped right into his captain when he suddenly stopped walking.

“Is everything okay?” Historia looked at the back of Levi’s head before trying to glance around him, wanting to know if he was staring at something. Anything.

Levi didn’t answer. Ignoring his squadmates wasn’t purposeful, truly, but he was thinking.

“Everyone put on your hoods. Do it now,” he called out, loudly enough for his team to hear, but quietly enough to not draw attention to themselves — if there was actually anyone around, that is.

Levi felt like an utter fool to let Eren walk around without wearing his hooded cape. And the boy was just chatting with other random townsfolk as he refilled his bottle of water from one of their big brown barrels.

How stupid.

The hoods were just a precaution in case Reiner, Bertholdt, or any other potential enemies were lurking around, but once Jean nearly collapsed from a heat stroke, he let them all wander around without their hoods on.

He simply thought that it was safe.

After all, everyone in the government was well aware to keep an eye out for Reiner and Bertholdt, so they couldn’t sneak into any of the walls, let alone Wall Sina, without someone catching them. Then, they’d have to turn into a titan, which would ruin the element of surprise.

Along with that, no one dared to come after Eren with Captain Levi around anymore. Anyone who wanted to kidnap him had backed off, surely, as the captain’s kill count spoke for itself.

And, Levi’s squad was simply making their way through the festive town of Batzen after attending a meeting with the military police — the members who weren’t hunting Eren directly, at least — about preparing for the Scout’s upcoming expedition, as well as discussing the amount of resources they would need to keep their soldiers alive.

They had to go through this town to make it back to headquarters.

Levi had to go down this suspicious street with his team, even if it made him uneasy.

“What’s going on?” Jean sharply whispered, darting his wide eyes between Armin and Mikasa, who both stood on either side of him.

“I don’t know,” Mikasa mumbled calmly.

Levi turned around to face his group, his back pressing against the cold wall of the empty church building.

“Listen up,” Levi paused. “There’s something off about this area. It’s completely isolated.”

“Well, yeah, there’s a festival going on-”

“Hush, Connie,” Levi interrupted. “It’s not because of the festival, trust me. I just have a gut feeling — maybe I’m wrong. I don’t know. But stay close, keep your hoods up, and have your weapons ready. We’re going to walk through carefully, alright?”

His team responded with a confident nod. While most of them — Jean, Connie, Sasha, and Eren, to be exact — figured the captain was simply being paranoid, Armin understood the captain’s mindset. Not everyone would have gone to the all-day festival, and not at the same time, either. After all, it was odd for the street to appear isolated, especially when it wasn’t.

While Armin couldn’t see anyone, a shiver ran up his spine.

His body burned with the odd feeling of being watched.

And, as he looked around Jean and over at Mikasa, who touched the red scarf around her neck, he knew she felt it as well.

Slowly, the group started walking, the only noises to be heard were the clanking sounds of horse hooves patting against the ground, and the festival music slowly fading away due to distance.

That all changed several minutes later, when suddenly, around twelve people appeared and surrounded Levi and his squad.

Three in front of them.

Three behind them.

Three to the left.

Three to the right.

Levi turned to catch a glimpse of every single one of them, keeping his composure as he did so.

It was an obvious mix of both men and women, and they were strapped with guns, knives, and anti-personnel ODM gear — designed for fighting humans. Not titans. However, they weren’t members of the military police. That much was obvious based on their outfits. Every single one of them wore fitted black clothes with red accents.

They were a part of some organization.

And every single one of them had their guns pointed at Levi’s squad.

“Stop moving!” One red-haired woman shouted. She was rather short, but her intense tone was a telltale sign that she would pull the trigger of her firearm in an instant.

Levi was fast enough to dodge bullets. He had done it before. However, his squad would get killed if he made the wrong move.

He had no choice but to stand there.

“What the hell do you people want?” Levi glared at the short woman in front of him.

“Our leader’s coming,” she said in a softer — but still unreasonably harsh — tone. “Just you wait.”

—

This wasn’t typically your style.

You preferred more indirect, secretive methods. To move unexpectedly. To force your hunted victims from this life and into the next life in the blink of an eye, before they even had time to understand the process of their death. You accomplished that by shooting your targets from a rooftop, or appearing behind them and snapping their necks, should a soundless method be the needed approach.

But, you weren’t being paid by some shop owner who wanted their competition down the road to be killed to boost their own sales.

You were being paid by the king, who wanted you to kill the unkillable man, and kidnap a titan-shifter.

And, the fact that they were both surrounded by a bunch of other scouts didn’t help at all, either.

For the last several days, you and your organization had to stalk their movements carefully and isolate an entire corner of a bustling town so no one could get in your way. And, after spending a month mapping out their visited locations and coming up with strategies, you finally had them.

“Sorry to keep all of you waiting,” you paused, approaching the group from behind. “Let’s get started.”

When Levi first heard that voice — your voice — he thought that he had only imagined it. It wouldn’t be the first time he thought he heard you speaking to him only for it to have been his mind playing cruel tricks, toying with his broken heart and ruined soul.

But, when you appeared in front of him, he froze.

Half of him wanted to laugh. He knew his mind was horrific, and that his entire being had changed when he lost you, but had he gotten so desperate for your touch again, that he had started to imagine you? Had you truly become not only a corpse in the ground but a figment of his imagination as well?

“It’s been a long time, Levi.” You greeted, standing almost toe-to-toe with the captain — your dear, ex-husband — and when he failed to answer, frozen like a statue, you spoke again. “Really? You think now is the right time to ignore me?”

Levi turned his head around to look behind him, and what he saw only confirmed the impossible.

His squad was looking at you as well, their eyes wide with either anger or fear. What emotion was reflected within the windows of their soul was irrelevant. All that mattered now was the fact that they could see you as well.

Which meant that the Captain hadn’t lost his mind. He wasn’t imagining things, or staring at a ghost.

It was you. You were real. You were alive.

When Levi faced you again, he started to speak. Or, at least, he thought he was speaking. Truth be told, his entire body had gone numb. Hands and feet were cold. His mind scrambled to the point where if he hadn’t lost it yet, he was about to.

Aside from his heart pounding rapidly inside of his chest, his body had shut down due to pure shock. He was a living, breathing dead man.

“This isn’t possible . . . how?” Levi said breathlessly — if he had said anything at all. He couldn’t say. He knew he wanted to speak, and he really tried to, but he couldn’t tell if the words managed to roll off of his tongue and meet your awaiting ears. Even so, he spoke once again — he hoped, at least. “How are you . . . how are you here right now? You died, I-”

“No, you left me to die. I bet you didn’t even shed a single tear for me, did you?”

Your response confirmed quite a few things for Levi. That, for starters, he did manage to successfully communicate with you despite the mental and physical barriers that shock had placed on his mind and body, and that you weren’t as happy or shocked to see him as he was to see you.

He’d be an utter liar — as much a liar as the shitty government cowering behind Wall Sina — if he had said he never imagined reuniting with you somehow.

On those rarest of nights when Levi could lay in bed and drift off to sleep for a handful of hours or so, a flickering white candle burning out on his nightstand, he’d often dream about seeing you again. Perhaps, in the afterlife. Other times, he’d dream about you coming back to life, as silly as it was.

But, as you stood in front of him, staring at him with cold eyes he didn’t recognize, perhaps, those dreams weren’t so silly after all.

Even so, in every scenario he dreamt of in his sleep, or even imagined randomly throughout the day while sipping on tea or attending a meeting — whenever he’d suddenly find himself missing you — he never imagined that you’d be this angry with him.

Angry enough to end his life.

Suddenly, Levi was pulled out of his thoughts and his state of shock when you gripped his ring necklace and yanked it off of him.

“I can’t believe you have the nerve to wear this as if you . . .”

You failed to finish your sentence. You stared at that damned ring, only looking back up at Levi when he suddenly took a step closer to you.

Your fellow assassins adjusted their guns once he did so, but they backed off just a bit when you silently raised your hand, wordlessly signaling to them that everything was okay.

“As if I what?” Levi tried to take another step, but the firearms that were only an inch away from his chest prevented him from moving any further. “I don't know what the hell you think happened, but I didn’t leave you to die. I would never do that. You nearly drowned in your own blood. I was so damn sure that you were dead, I didn’t even bother to check your pulse. I’m sorry, Y/N.”

From where Armin Arlert stood, practically frozen, so as to not set off one of the trigger-happy assassins under your command, he could hear your conversation with his captain perfectly.

Slowly, he leaned in and whispered as softly as he could to the taller boy next to him.

“That’s his wife.”

“What?” Jean whispered back. “Now isn’t the time to try to talk, Armin. We could get-”

“The ring,” Armin interrupted, gripping the reins of his horse hard enough for his knuckles to turn white. “The one we talked about a few months ago, remember? I told everyone it symbolized widowhood, and it looks like I was right. Levi wore it around his neck because he thought his wife was dead, but he was wrong-”

“Shut up! Who said you could speak?” An older man with a scar on his face suddenly shouted at Armin, stepping closer with his deadly weapon.

“Relax, it’s alright. We’ve been watching this group for a while now, and I must admit that I’m actually curious about this squad of his,” you shouted out to the bald assassin before returning your attention to Levi once more. “While we hunted you down, Levi, I thought that it was a bit odd for your entire squad to be composed of a bunch of bratty-looking teenagers. I figured that the Scouts must have seriously fallen off, or you’re pretty protective over them. So, I’m going to ask you: how much do these kids mean to you?”

“Why do you care?” Levi frowned.

The wind started to pick up, blowing through Levi’s hair. You used to truly love running your fingers through it, once upon a time.

“Well,” a dark smile appeared across your face. “Partly because I find it surprising that a cruel bastard like you could care about anyone but yourself. You certainly didn’t care about me.”

“I thought that you were-”

“Dead, I know,” you interrupted, and when you did, you stepped closer to him. Close enough for him to feel your breath on his face. “I get it. I was badly wounded; I looked like a corpse. But you still left me. You were the reason I was injured in the first place because you dragged me out of the underground and into the survey corps, to begin with. But, even if you thought I was dead, you didn’t do anything for me. Didn’t try to carry my body back with you. Didn’t plan on burying me. Didn’t even bring me a damn flower. Didn’t say goodbye.”

“I-”

“I was out there for days, soaked in my own blood, unable to move as the rest of you scouts left me behind in a field like I was a piece of dirt. I only lived because I used what little strength I had to open my destroyed jaw to drink the rainwater whenever it stormed.” Anger coated every word you spat like a venomous poison. “So, I don’t really give a damn if you thought I was already dead. Either way, you left me.”

Levi didn’t say a word. He couldn’t. There wasn’t a single noun, verb, or adjective that he could utter — he was truly the dictionary definition of speechless.

The sound of your knife scraping against another black holster of yours — this one strapped to your thigh, but identical to the one around your waist — made Levi’s glassy eyes dart down to the weapon that you now held in the palm of your hands.

As he still couldn’t bring himself to speak, you filled the silence once again.

“Anyway, none of that matters now.” You stepped back a bit, taking a deep breath. Truthfully, you hated yourself for getting so emotional. “I have a job to do.”

“So,” Levi gulped, not out of nervousness, but because his throat had dried to a crisp. “You’re just going to kill me now? That’s it?”

“You’re right. This is much too soon, isn’t it?” That wicked smile returned to your face.

“I suffered for years because of you. I suffered from staying with you, a lowlife thief from the underground, having to rob merchants if we wanted to eat. I suffered from letting you convince me to join the scouts. Fighting titans. Watching people die. And for what? So we could see the damn sun? Then, I suffered out in that field where you left me. Lastly, I suffered for all the years following, thinking about everything you put me through. So, I want you to suffer too.”

You had to come up with the perfect torture method right on the spot. After all, physical pain wouldn’t break a man like Levi.

It was a gamble, but maybe, just maybe, you could mess with that mind of his.

“Levi, you never answered my question from earlier,” you started to walk away from him, making your way past each member of his squad, eyeing them carefully. “How much do these kids mean to you?”

“Leave them alone,” Levi rushed out, raising his voice more than he should have, as he unintentionally confirmed what you already knew: that he cared for his squad. “They have nothing to do with this. You’re not so damn cruel that you’ll drag them into our mess, I know it — I know you-”

“Take away their weapons and horses. Confiscate the wagon holding their ODM gear.”

Instantly, your group of skilled murderers started to follow your orders.

But, not all of the scouts were cooperative. In particular, Eren Yeager slowly wrapped his finger around the trigger of the firearm he held close to his body. He wouldn’t go down without a fight.

Just when he was getting ready to raise his weapon and shoot whoever he could aim his gun at like an utter idiot, an assassin suddenly pressed their own gun against his head.

“Don’t even think about it,” the man said cockily. “Give me your gun.”

Levi knew that Eren would not simply comply. He could tell that Eren still wouldn’t give up his gun no matter what, even without turning around to see the interaction for himself.

“Eren, don’t be stupid,” Levi shouted out to the boy behind him. “Give them your guns. All of you.”

“He wants us to just give them up without a fight?” Mikasa thought.

She turned her head and found that Armin was already staring at her. He knew exactly what the dark-haired girl was thinking.

He then gave her a small nod, as if to say, “Don’t worry. I’m sure the captain has a plan.”

Eventually, that’s what all of the scouts started to believe. Their dear captain knew what he was doing. They were going to somehow fight back, even without their horses, weapons, ODM gear, or wagon filled with food and water for their travels.

Slowly, each of them gave their firearms to the closest assassin. Although Eren was incredibly hesitant, he did as well.

That was when a few more members of your crew appeared from the alleys and tiny buildings, and they took their stance, pointing guns at Levi’s squad while the former gun-pointing assassins took the firearms they collected and placed them in the wagon.

They moved further down the street with the horses and the wagon carrying their weapons and supplies.

Suddenly, as you made eye contact with the infamous Eren Yeager, you gave a halfhearted raise of your hand, and a tiny needle instantly pierced the side of his neck.

“Eren!” Mikasa called out, attempting to move closer to him, but an assassin stepped closer with his gun. A silent threat.

She halted her footsteps, unable to do anything but frown angrily as she watched Eren collapse to the ground, unconscious.

“Good job, Arden, nice aiming.” You shouted happily, and the young boy — who was hiding behind a pile of barrels, awaiting your signal, ran over to you with a dart gun in his hand.

As Levi watched Arden make his way over to you, he figured that the teenager was at least a year — possibly two years — younger than his own squad.

“Did I do okay?” Arden asked once he came to a stop at your side.

“You did just fine. You knocked a titan-shifter unconscious. I’m proud of you, kid.”

“So,” Levi suddenly spoke up. “You’re here to capture Eren, is that right? And kill me as well?”

You gave two more waves of your hand. Two of your assassins rushed forward to grab Eren Yeager, and they dragged his limp body into a nearby building directly across the street.

“That’s where they’re stationed for this entire operation,” Levi thought. “They’re going to keep Eren there for the time being, so we still have a chance.”

“I’m not killing you yet, I already told you that,” you sighed. “I just said that I wanted to make you suffer first — haven’t you been listening?”

“You don’t have to do this. Your problem is with me.”

You simply ignored him. Instead, you scanned your eyes over his squad once again.

“Let’s see . . .” you mumbled. Suddenly, you pointed at the smaller, blonde-haired boy. “You. Come here. Hurry up.”

As Armin slowly approached you, it didn’t take an exceptionally skilled genius to understand your brand-new torture strategy created specifically for Levi.

If hurting him wouldn’t do the trick, Then you’d simply harm someone he cared about.

If that was your tactic, then Levi had no choice.

He’d have to slaughter every member of your organization, but, even as he pulled out the little knife he kept tucked away and stabbed the closest assassin to him, he knew he would do everything in his power to avoid killing you.

He couldn’t help it.

His squad copied the same method that their captain had used with their own small, hidden knives.

Truth be told, Levi was a bit shocked when a bullet wasn’t fired through his brain immediately. Little did he know, you had ordered your assassins not to kill him, as you wanted to be the one to do it, slowly and painfully.

Big mistake.

“I underestimated his entire goddamn squad,” you thought, gritting your teeth.

It was your fault.

The lives of some of your beloved assassins were lost when knives were thrust into fatal spots. Both anger and regret flooded your senses as you watched blood splatter and spew from their bodies.

The hot rage running through your veins was due to your assassins being murdered, that much was true, but also because they were holding guns.

You hadn’t permitted them to shoot anyone, but for once, you wished they didn’t listen to you.

Not all of those kids within Levi’s squad were fast enough to pull out their own weapons and stab or slice someone aiming a firearm at them.

They were only able to achieve it due to one simple reason.

Your organization had grown weak. Sympathetic.

You could see it in the eyes of one of your men who got taken down by a blonde-haired girl. Most of them didn’t have the guts to kill a kid.

Without being paid for it, at least.

As for the regret, that came from allowing yourself to get emotional. You lost your focus. You knew well that you were dealing with a squad who had successfully evaded and killed several groups of soldiers hired by the king, and yet, you went into this with revenge clouding your judgment.

And now, you had the blood of your people on your hands.

When Levi’s squad grabbed the firearms from the assassins they managed to successfully take down, a dark-haired girl with a red scarf aimed the gun she now possessed right at your head.

And, unlike her comrades, unlike your own assassins, she didn’t show any regret for what she was about to do, as she wrapped her finger around the trigger.

In what appeared to be your final moments, a smirk appeared across your face. For while she aimed her weapon at you, your redheaded subordinate aimed her gun at her discreetly.

Both of them fired their guns at the same time.

The bullet almost graced your head. It was close enough to burn your skin.

And the bullet that was supposed to hit the dark-haired girl ended up piercing Levi’s shoulder instead.

Mikasa hit the ground with a thud. She angrily looked up at her captain, who tackled her, making her miss her target.

“What are you-” her eyes darted down to her captain’s bullet wound.

He saved her life.

“Someone had a gun lined up . . . aiming right . . . right at you. You almost ended up with a bullet in your head,” Levi panted, clenching his wounded arm as blood soaked his grey shirt. “Listen to me. The assassins who are still breathing aren’t going to hold back, and I know . . . know for a fact that there are more of these assholes somewhere else. Don’t worry about their leader — if you aim for her, you’re guaranteed to get shot at, so just . . . just leave her to me.”

Levi left Mikasa’s side before she could speak. But, as he spoke to her, he couldn’t look her in the eye. And the young girl couldn’t help but wonder if he truly tackled her to save her life, or to save yours.

—

When a bullet entered Jean’s leg, and another entered Sasha’s arm, Levi made it his mission to get his squad out safely, even if doing so resulted in his death.

He made it to the wagon undetected and sneakily slipped on his ODM gear — which normally took a while unless you were as fast and adapted to clicking the parts in place like Captain Levi was.

Then, he sliced through as many of your assassins as he could with his blades, grabbed a member of his squad, forced them onto a horse, and sent them away. He repeated this process until his entire squad was gone.

But he wanted to keep fighting.

He had to retrieve Eren, at least, but his injury nearly made it impossible, and he had at least two members of his squad that he needed to tend to.

And it’s not like he sent them away with a map in their hands.

Therefore, he fled with his ODM gear, dodging bullets as he did so.

When he looked back and saw your face — a sly, disturbing smile upon it — Levi knew that your organization didn’t suffer as much of a devastating blow as he was led to believe.

And it only confirmed one thing.

Your strongest assassins were in that building, guarding Eren.

And his people didn’t stand a chance.

—

Three hours had passed before Levi was able to find his squad and bring them to a decently safe place to hide.

The dark, dusty, and cold warehouse offered Levi’s squad nothing except for a place to hide and old crates to sit on top of. No warmth. No food. No medicine. The only thing they could do was sit. Sit, and think of their own miserable failures.

Everyone had to rip off pieces of their pants and sleeves of their shirts to wrap around their injuries, especially Levi, Jean, and Sasha’s bullet wounds.

Jean was awake, although barely, while Sasha was not. Levi figured that she must have had a concussion. Armin had a bad burn on his cheek where a bullet graced him. Mikasa had several deep cuts on her skin, and Christa’s left wrist was injured, along with three of her fingers. Connie couldn’t see out of his left eye. Although he tried to play it off as if he was fine, he was bleeding.

Everyone needed medical attention.

“Was that woman . . . really your wife once?” Connie questioned, breaking the deafening silence as he held a piece of his ripped shirt to his eye.

“Yeah,” Levi said, rubbing his thumb across the handle of his knife. “She was a different person back then.”

“What exactly happened?”

Levi stared at the cold, hard ground.

“We were barely surviving in the underground, forced to become criminals to stay alive. Down there, kindness gets you nowhere. She always hated being a thief, and I knew that she wasn’t happy living in such a shitty place. One day, some rich guy came around and made us a bunch of promises if we accepted a job from him. She didn’t wanna do it, but I convinced her, and we joined the scouts. On one of our expeditions, things went to hell. Titans were everywhere. It was storming. Formation fell apart, and people were being eaten alive. We ended up getting separated for a little while, but I made my way back to her. I thought that my wife had become a titan’s chew toy. Blood was everywhere. She wasn’t moving. Her limbs were . . . I don’t know how she survived. But Erwin told me to get back on my horse and keep moving. Told me to mourn later. And that’s what I did.” Levi paused.

“I did everything I could to honor her, and I would have done anything to bring her back to life. See her again for even just a damn day. I never thought it would actually happen, and end up like this.”

“All of this is more than just revenge, so apologizing to her would be pointless, even if she could be reasoned with,” Armin suddenly spoke up. “She’s completing a job as well. Vengeance is just an additional perk. We have to remember that.”

“Captain,” Mikasa stared at the dark-haired man, her voice low and haunting. “We have to get Eren back, even if it means killing your ex-wife.”

Mikasa spoke of a realization that had come to Levi long before now.

From the very moment he looked into your eyes after so many years of longing to see them again, he knew. If eyes were the windows to the soul, then you were utterly soulless, as he saw absolutely nothing when he stared into them. Not a single spark left behind from the person you used to be.

He was forced to accept the fact that, in the end, he would have to kill you with his own hands.

You would have to die.

Unless you killed him first.

The captain sat in silence as the curious gazes from his squad were felt upon his skin.

The captain was thinking again; they knew.

He tried to map out some sort of solution in which Eren could be rescued safely, and he wouldn’t have to live with your blood on his hands.

But, Levi was a man who wasn’t necessarily optimistic. And, as much as he didn’t want to believe it, in the back of his mind, he could see himself mourning over losing his wife once again; he knew.

But, perhaps, there was another way . . .

A scenario where you didn’t have to die.

Levi’s eyes darted towards Mikasa, then back at the ground again. And her own eyes widened.

“What’s wrong?” Mikasa asked, although it sounded less like a question, and more like a threat. “Don’t tell me you think she can still be allowed to live after this. Eren is our top priority.”

“I know,” Levi said smartly.

However, while his tone might have indicated that he was confident, prepared, or accepting of your impending fate, he wasn’t in the slightest.

It lasted for less than a second, but a small part of him considered leaving Eren behind. He hated himself for it instantly, pressing his hand to his head as if to push the intrusive thought out of his mind.

“What the hell is wrong with me?” He thought.

But he knew the answer to that question.

Once, he was a criminal in the underground. Then, he was humanity’s strongest soldier. A captain responsible for leading his squad. However, underneath it all, he was just a man who missed his wife.

And, while he never would have wanted to see you become such a dark and twisted person, a part of him was happy that you were still alive, at the very least, after over a decade of agonizing grief.

He didn’t want to lose you again. That was a plain fact.

But, he couldn’t sacrifice Eren, someone so valuable to humanity. Not to mention; he was only a kid.

Therefore, Levi only had one option.

He would have to kill you.

The captain suddenly laughed softly — it was almost impossible to hear the little chuckle. But, it was not wholehearted laughter, but rather, he was laughing in utter disbelief that his life could turn out to be so horrific.

Part of him wanted to die, only so he could meet a god and ask them why they toyed with his heart and soul so much, and see if the god had enough decency to ask him for forgiveness for once.

“I’m leaving,” Levi suddenly announced, adjusting the weapons he still had and tightening the bandage around his bullet injury. “I’m going to sneak all of you to the hospital down the road, then I’m going to their hideout. I’m going to get Eren back, and I’m going to do it by myself.”

“What?” Jean frowned as he was trying to keep a brave face, but the wound in his leg was starting to take a toll on his body.

“Captain, that’s too dangerous,” Historia said worriedly. “You need to go to the hospital as well. Your wound is-”

“I didn’t ask for anyone’s opinion on this. If all of us go, we’ll be easily detected. If I stay at the hospital and get treated, they could get away with Eren. Besides, I need to do this alone. Now let’s go.”

His squad knew better than to say anything else. Mikasa clenched her scarf tightly.

As they all stood up slowly, Mikasa carrying Sasha on her back while Historia and Connie helped Jean to his feet, Armin looked at his captain’s face.

Levi had that look again.

The blank face of widowhood.

Or, perhaps, impending widowhood.

♡ — @star-toruu @birbbb @axkermanrenn @hypocritic-trash-baby @chaotic-on-main @secret-collective

— FIND PART III HERE —

[papayadays]

🎻 102 + Lando please xx

a/n: ahhhh sasha!! ilysm because i was just so inspired for this 😚

102 — night changes by one direction

“does it ever drive you crazy just how fast the night changes?”

you and lando stepped out the packed venue, hands intertwined. as you two made your way in the throng of people, you were stopped by quite a few people who wanted to talk to the driver’s championship runner up. of course, it was expected at the fia end of year gala. you made sure to dress nice for today, wearing a red dress that had been around for a few years, but was one of your favorites. before you had left, lando was dangerously close to ruining all of your makeup, claiming your dress as the cause.

now, as you two walked out into the cool evening air, the night was wrapping up. lando’s fifth season in f1 was wrapping up. you’d been by his side since his first race and you couldn’t be prouder of how far he’d come. all the highs and lows, you’d seen it all. but it still didn’t quite sink in that it had already been five seasons. five years.

you glanced down at your dress, slightly self-conscious. five years you and lando had been dating. but that was a long time to stay with the same person, especially for a global celebrity with countless of people vying for a chance. you couldn’t help but feel like maybe lando would start to get sick of you, or that his feelings for you would fade over time. it was silly, but with all that time, you felt that you were holding him back in a small sense.

“hey, the gala’s over, no need to fuss over your dress,” lando chuckled, pulling you from your thoughts as he lead you to his car. once you two were in the more secluded area of the parking lot, lando grinned, adding, “and plus, you look beautiful in that dress.”

you smiled, getting into the passenger seat as lando started the car. as the car passed by buildings and towns and parks, your eyes stayed fixed on the moon, casting a glow inside the dim car. the windows were down and the breeze tousled your hair as you tried to stop it from flying. but as you reached a red light, lando didn’t think he had seen a more beautiful sight.

your eyes flitted to the moon once more, mind wandering to all the times you had looked at the moon before, thinking of lando. if only you knew how many times he had done the same. you felt lando take your hand in his, giving it a small squeeze. “lan?” you asked.

“yeah?” he responded, eyes still on the road.

“i’ve been thinking, and it’s already your fifth season,” you said softly. “isn’t it crazy just how fast everything changes?”

lando grinned, bringing your hand up to his lips and pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. the mere action made you blush despite all the years being with him. “i wouldn’t have it any other way, love,” he murmured. “and we’re not going to change.”

you turned to look at him. “no?”

“no, of course not,” lando replied, so confidently that hope surged in your chest. “even if everything else is changing, me and you won’t. we’ve made it this far - five whole years. and i can’t wait for the next five. and more. y’know why?”

“why?” you asked, playing along.

“because i love you,” lando said simply, and it made your heart flutter.

you squeezed his hand. “i love you too, lan.” with a smile on your lips, you turned your gaze back to the night sky, content.

joyce's birthday bash! 😽

[justevelynnnn]

Being plug!connie’s sneaky link🤫🤭

Plug!Connie x Fem/blk!reader

Summary: just u ‘n connie sneakinnn around…

Cw: Some cussing, a lot of mentioning of being high, nsfw

- Plug!Connie knew you since high school. You were friends with Armin and Eren who were friends with Sasha, Jean and him. He thought u were fine asf too but didn’t make a move on you until a while ago.

-You started trying out weed to take the stress off form college your first year and Plug!Connie was the only person you knew who had his hands on some. Y’all stayed together while he taught you how to inhale and all the basics of smoking. He honestly kept getting distracted by how good you looked in you biker shorts and crop top you wore that day.

- “You got a man’s yet mama?” He’d ask as you puffed out a bit of smoke, coughing a bit.

-“Uh, nah, *cough* why?” You’d ask looking at him. It could’ve been the weed but this man was starting to look real fine. You stared into his intense hazel eyes as he just smirked. “No reason…..” He’d trail off.

-And that was the start of it all. You started really getting to know him but once y’all got serious y’all decided to keep it secret.

-Now it’s been a year and honestly you both don’t know how none of y’all friends found out abt y’all?? (I mean Armin was very suspicious at this point but he didn’t have enough proof so he stayed quiet…)

- Plug!Connie would call you after he was done selling all this orders for the day and just sit in his car smoking a blunt as you rambled about your day and how much you missed him. You were in college but it was your 3rd yr so you didn’t have to stay on campus and had your own little loft apartment but you were still very busy all the time so y’all’s schedules didn’t really match up.

- “I miss uuu! I cant wait to see u this saturday.” You said laying on you bed.

- “I know mama. Me too.” Connie said blowing smoke out the window.

- Plug!Connie and you could only meet up about once or twice a week most of the time. And when y’all did…y’all had a mf ball🤭

- Onyankopon and Jean saw y’all at the mall once and swore they saw him holding your hand but Connie denied it.

- “Bro, we aren’t gonna laugh at you if y’all fuckin’ for real.” Jean said one day hanging out at Connie’s place.

- “Nah. I aint fuckin her. Ion even know what y’all are talkin’ bout anyways cause i wasn’t at no mall.” Connie said nonchalantly and focusing on the game he was playing.

-Plug!Connie regularly would take you on shopping sprees with all the extra money he had. He would buy you almost anything you’d want but y’all gotta be more careful from here on out now.

- He honestly didn’t care if anyone found y’all out in y’all friend circle by now but he definitely didn’t need his regulars finding out about y’all.

- Plug!Connie sometimes facetimed you if y’all missed your weekly meet up and he was feeling needy. “Come on ma, i wanna see u….” He’d say softly as his tatted hand stroked himself in his dim lit bedroom.

- It was pitch black in your room as it was 1:03am and you were half awake and did not feel like turning no lights on. But after a while of begging from Connie you turned your bedside lamp on anyways cause you were just as needy to see him. Y’all would be on the phone for hours on nights like this, missing each other deeply.

-Sometimes you wanted to break and tell your friends Mikasa or Sasha but you promised Connie you’d wait until he was ready to tell everyone too. Mikasa acted like already knew tho which fr threw you off sometimes. You’d casually mention Connie and she’d side eye you and smirk a little and you would just be like, “…What?” and she’d just say, “Oh, nothing.”

- Plug!Connie’s contact for you in his phone was - Princesa👸🏾 and for him you just had him as - 💋❤️

- When y’all finally had free time to meet up he’d pull up to your house and be in some silly disguise it was kinda funny. You’d walk out your apartment and get in and just laugh a bit.

- “Why you got sunglasses and a mustache on Con?”

- “…..Cause.”

- He’d do it mainly to see you laugh.

- Most of the time, especially after y’all got caught at the mall, y’all had to get smart and stop going to places like stores and parks where familiar faces would regularly be and could see y’all. Sometimes late at night tho y’all would go to a park and either walk around and talk or just smoke some blunts in silence.

- Sometimes y’all went to movies that started late like 11pm or midnight high as hell. Y’all would share a big bucket of popcorn and eat a lot of candy.

- Other times y’all would just hang out at each others place, most of the time Connie’s tho cause your place wasn’t too big.

-Y’all’s hang outs always concluded with a make out sesh and then the devils tango ofc.

-Plug!Connie would sit you in his lap while y’all was on the couch, stareing deep into your eyes with his slight tinted red ones. His hands would roam from your lower back to your ass and thighs just rubbing and squeezing the plushness. He’d admire you forever if you let him cause he truly loved you that much.

- Connie would slowly kiss you, your lipgloss getting onto his on lips in the process. “Mmm, this strawberry, ma?” He’d whisper while licking his lips and you would just nod and start to kiss him again before he said anything else.

- Sometimes y’all would stay on the couch as y’all did the deed but other times Connie would take you into his room so y’all didn’t stink up the living room in case he was gonna have guest over later.

-He loved doggy style the most, watching your ass meet his hips as he held your hips pulling you back over and over. Entranced and high, watching where y’all met as the slick, wet sounds and your addicting moans filled his ears.

- When y’all were done it was either time to eat or sleep. Sometimes when y’all met midday though Connie would just tell you to stay in his room if he was having people over or had to leave to handle business. You didn’t like when he would leave you there but he always came back within at least 3ish hours and he said it was, “For safety, ma.”

- It was rare y’all could spend a whole day together. Most of the time y’all met at night after either you or connie got off work.

- Plug!Connie always kissed you bye when you had to go in the mornings or when he dropped you off. He would hold your hand and stare into your eyes once more like he was never gonna see you again. He’d tell you, “I love you, princesa. Stay safe, i’ll see you later.”

- You didn’t know how much longer you could handle this sneaking around but lord did you love the mf thrill.

(I’ve had this in my drafts since July last year😭😭 i don’t have anything to write lately so ig i’ll just be clearing out my drafts. I’m down with school so at least i have time to write anywaysss. Reminder that my requests are open too!)

[levi501ackerman]

She Looks Just Like a Dream | Levi x Reader Fluff

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Summary: One day the scouts find out Levi has a wife. Everyone wants to meet her.

Word Count: 1.7k

Megan's Note: Hello! I just finished Attack on Titan for the first time last Thursday April 11th, 2024. I haven't been obsessed with something in a while. Obsessed in the way of reading fanfics and making another tumblr account. I wrote this for fun because AOT reignited the inner teenage fangirl I used to be for One Direction. I hope you enjoy my first AOT fanfic. posted: 4/16/24. Song correlated: "Something About You" by Eyedress & Dent May

Sasha walked past the section commanders and Erwin standing and talking amongst themselves. She could not help but stare as she walked by because you were conversing with Captain Levi. It looked like you were . . . enjoying the conversation. There was Erwin talking to some recognizable leaders then you two off to the side fully facing each other. Sasha has never seen you before. You would giggle and your smile lit up your face. Levi had his arms crossed and his face looked softer. He would nod and indistinctively say something back to you which would just cause you to laugh and smile bigger. He wouldn’t take his eyes off of you. What a new version of Levi. Sasha looked for her table of friends. They needed to see Captain Levi acting like this.

Jean, Connie, Eren, Armin, and Mikasa were looking at Sasha already as if they were waiting to see the expression on Sasha. As she approached the table. She lowered her voice and pointed with her thumb, “You guys seeing this?”

“It’s the Captain’s wife,” Eren said.

“He has a wife!?” Sasha exclaimed louder.

“We were surprised too, everyone’s been trying to eavesdrop on them,” Connie said.

Sasha looked over her shoulder and the rest of the table couldn’t help but glance because how the hell did Levi pull you? And not only that what could you two be talking about? Captain Levi never mentioned being married or even hinted that he had someone at all. Battle plans could not make the pretty girl so giggly so what the hell were they talking about?

“What’s her name?” Sasha asked.

“No one knows,” Mikasa said softly. “Eren thinks she could be a Jenny or a Catherine.”

“Who knew he was married.”

“Possibly to keep her a secret. He would not want the wrong people to know about her.” Armin said. 

“I want to meet her,” Eren stated and most of the table agreed. He blushed a little and hoped no one noticed. They all could not take their eyes off of you. “We’re the Levi Squad and we should know our Captain’s wife!”

“We could introduce ourselves as the Levi Squad too so it doesn’t come off as weird that we are all approaching her—them!” Connie added and he started standing up. The table still stayed in their seat. “Are we going?”

“I’m not,” Mikasa said.

“What if he makes us run laps?” Jean asked.

“Why would he make us run laps? Just don’t ask any weird questions and we’ll be fine.” Eren said standing up next.

“Let’s go,” Connie said and the table except for Mikasa stood up. They approached the section commanders who noticed the five of them going towards them. Levi gave them the side eye as they came closer. You turned from Levi, noticed the group, and offered them a smile. 

“Good morning, Captain Levi.” Eren started and everyone greeted him with their eyes and then turned to you. Your clothes were cute and styled nicely. Levi noticed every single one of them scanning you head to toe. It was the third? or fourth? group to approach him while talking to you. “Hi we are Levi’s squad, you’re his wife?” 

“Yes.” You said smiling at the staring eyes.

“Your shoes are really cute, miss!” Sasha added excitingly.

“This is my wife, Y/N,” Levi said in his low voice. “These scouts are some of the brats in my special operations squad.” You extended your hand to Connie first. He grasped your hand.

“Wow, you have the softest skin.” He said in awed and wide eyes. You furrowed your eyebrow and let out a soft giggle. Levi scolded him. 

“It’s very nice to meet you,” You said as you shook each of their hand looking at all of them in the eyes. 

“My name is Armin. You seem very nice as well.” Armin smiled.

“Thank you. Really though everyone is very polite here and is very kind.” You smiled and motioned with both hands to the room. Some soldiers Levi talked to maybe only once or twice would approach to talk to you. Some soldiers talked to you before ever even talking to the captain himself.

“We didn’t know Levi had a wife. How long have you two been together?” Sasha asked intensely. 

“About . . . “ You looked to Levi and back at the group, “ten years? Coming up on eleven.” You said with warmth on your cheeks. They thought you were not like Levi at all. They thought you were enthusiastic when speaking to others and were like the sun. It did not seem like you would be into Levi at all. Your eyes looked down at Jean and he started blushing because he thought you were glancing at his crotch. “Your pocket watch is so pretty!” You admired the watch nearly falling out of his pocket. Jean yanked it out and thrusted the watch towards you. 

“Y-You can have it.”

“Your grandmother gave that to you, Jean!” Connie said grabbing and pulling his wrist back. Eren laughed at Jeans’s blunt stupidity.

“I can get you a nice pocket watch next time I’m in the capital,” Levi said and you smiled. 

“You’re so funny. Keep that your grandmother wanted you to have it.” You assured and Jean silently nodded. His only thought currently was you called him funny. 

“We’d love to get to know you more Y/N! Are you in the military regiment at all?” Sasha asked, “Where do you live?”

“She’s not going to tell you where we live,” Levi furrowed his eyebrows and Eren burst out laughing. Sasha’s probably going to run laps. 

“I can’t be that interesting to you!” You lightly swatted your hand and though it wasn’t a joke, the group couldn’t help but slightly smile. You were interesting to them. Soldiers wanted to talk to you just because of your beauty. “We opened a tea shop years ago and I collect vintage tea sets to sell. I also write books.” You smiled back and their faces lit up.

“You written books?” Connie asked.

“Yes.”

“Anything we might have read?” Eren asked enthusiastically.

“Do any of you actually read?” Levi asked. Let the record be known that the 104th Cadet Corps averaged the lowest academic grade. Most didn’t want to read the textbooks or take notes like they would have to in school.

“Hey be nice, your squad seems smart.” You wrapped an arm around Levi and everyone could not help but stare at the physical touch. You touched him and they never seen another woman touch their captain. “A few short stories for children have been published and distributed to the schools so they would not be interesting for adults to read.” 

“You’ve done so much . . . how old are you?” Sasha asked and Armin’s eyes went big.

“Don’t you know it’s rude to ask that!” Levi cut in. She’s going to be running laps until sunset again. 

“Y/N! I’m sorry I just mean you’re so accomplished and you’re so beautiful! Your hair is amazing. Levi, I can’t believe you kept her from us.” Sasha said. He rolled his eyes with a slightly softer face. You blushed.

“Thank you, you’re gorgeous as well.” Sasha was elated when you complimented her.

“You’re so beautiful . . .” She unknowingly repeated herself, “What made you drawn to Levi?”

“Sasha!” Connie and Eren pulled her back. Laps until the next morning.

“What?!” You smiled and wrapped your arm around Levi again, giving him a light shake and a squeeze. It was an odd site for the group to see. “Who wouldn’t be into this hilarious and kind gentleman? I feel like I have to fight for his attention sometimes whenever people come talk to us.” Truthfully most people approached you and Levi because of you. Guys would make up a stupid excuse to talk to Captain Levi with the intention of talking to you. Levi knew it too, but he couldn’t help that your energy makes people flock to you. He admired that you made friends where ever you went. Hated when guys would speak to you as if Levi wasn’t there. You blushed while looking at him and when Levi met your eyes his face got softer and he uncrossed his arms and nudged you. Levi looked away to hide his blushed cheeks. Who the fuck is she describing? the group thought. The Captain has never made a joke to them and they wondered what he does for you to call him a gentleman. “Levi! Are you being too hard on them?” You asked playfully and the five of them wanted to shout yes. Suddenly, a woman screaming your name excitedly from across the room could only be from one person.

“Hange! I was wondering when I would see you today!” You turned your attention to Hange running to embrace you in a big hug. You hugged and greeted Moblit with a warm hug afterward.

“Okay okay, you met Y/N run along,” Levi said. You instantly whipped back your attention to the group.

“Excuse me, it was very nice to meet you! Come over for dinner sometime so I can get to know you more! I can make my special braised short-rib beef.” Sasha was ready to duel Levi for you. Your white teeth sparkled to them and your smile radiated through the room. Connie, Sasha, and Jean enthusiastically agreed to your offer.

“If you keep inviting everyone to dinner how are we going to fit people into our house?” Levi asked you. 

They walked away in awe of the captain’s wife. Something about you emits a glow in a dull room.

“She’s not like Levi at all . . .” Armin said and Mikasa turned her head to the group heading back to the table. She noticed all of them seemed to be in a good mood. 

“He’s probably going to make you run laps for being pushy.” Jean joked to Sasha. 

“What did you say, Sasha?” Mikasa asked

“She was just being stupid.” Jean intervened.

“Jean you offered her your grandmother’s pocket watch,” Connie said and Mikasa raised her eyebrows. 

“I’d do it again.”

“What was she like? I could see her smiling a lot,” Mikasa said.

“She was positive and really supportive of Levi,” Eren said while reflecting on you. Everything you said was replaying in his head.

“She wrote children's books that are now in the schools,” Armin added.

“Damn it, I wanted to know the names of the books,” Eren said.

“Y/N seemed like someone that Levi needed in his life. She said he was a gentleman which I wasn’t expecting—” Connie started. 

“Well, he would treat her the best rather than anyone else,” Jean said. They turned to get another look at you but a few soldiers were blocking their view. Another round of people who wanted to meet you.

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[levisfootstool]

Sub!Armin X Dom!Reader

WC : 1.4k

TW : Sub Armin, Oral ( fem ) Fingering, Squirting, Begging, Armin is the softest and I love it <3

You loved the way the blush creeped across your boyfriends face. Watching Armin's pale skin  painted with a pretty shade of red always got you all giddy, and let's face it, it was very easy to get him all flustered. A lingering touch here, a naught thought whispered in his ear there always had his eyes going wide and him stammering out a response back to you. Today was no exception. Here you sat at lunch with your friends, sweet Armin had reached his hand down to hold yours under the table. You quickly pulled his hand and placed it on your bare thigh, giving him a sweet smile when he turned to give you a curious look. 

Placing your hand atop his, you slide it up your thigh. Out of the corner of your eye you see him still, eyes glued to the table. Reaching for his glass of water, his hand trembling as he lifts it to his lips. Just in time for his hand to connect with your very naked lower lips. Armin's eyes go wide as he tries to gasp, choking on the small amount of water he was already trying to swallow, coughing wildly. He jerks his hand away hitting the bottom of the table "Whoa, buddy you okay?" Eren asks from across the table. "Yea baby, you alright?" you ask in a sweet concerned voice. 

Armin turns to look at you, shaking his head. His blue eyes wide, face flushed red, a combination of shock from finding out you have no underwear on under your dress and the chocking fit he just had. He turns to face the rest of the group "Ye..Yea. I'm go-good. Sorry wrong pipe" he stutters out to them. "You should really be more careful Armin" Mikasa says from above her tea mug "Don't need you dying on us now" He just nods his head yes at her. Soon the conversation turns back to something more mundane. 

After a few minutes you lean over, taking the blonds hand in yours as you whisper to him " 'Min, Its time to go home" You pull back batting your lashes up at him. He just gives you a curt nod before turning to the rest of the group. "Well guys, were gonna head home" he states pulling out his wallet to place money on the table, more then enough to cover both your shares. "Aww already?" Connie whines "We've only been here..." he looks down at his watch, his brow furrowing "what 2 hours?" he says looking back up at the two of you. 

"Sorry Connie" you say "Totally my fault. I have some reports I have to finish up and we all know how Levi gets if they are not on his desk first think Monday morning" everyone shakes their head in agreement. "Still on for dinner tomorrow night?" Sasha asks in between bites of her roll. "You bet" Arms says giving her a big smile as he takes your hand in his. Both of you saying good bye to your friends before starting the 5 minute walk back to your home. The walk back to your shared apartment was silent. Armin clearly lost in thought, you relishing in the cute dusting of pink over his cheeks. 

You quickly unlock the door and usher the two of you into your shared apartment before closing the door behind you. Shrugging off your sweater you turn to look at your boyfriend who has taken a seat at the dining table. "You been awfully quite since we left 'Min." Coming up behind him, your arms snaking down his shoulders and over his chest "Whats the matter?" You coo into his ear. You can hear his breath hitch at your close proximity. "Why did you go out like that?" he asks in a small voice. You slowly make your way around to the front of him, "Like what?" you ask as you slowly slide yourself up onto the tables top to sit in front of him. 

"You mean like this?" you slowly open your legs, your hands on your thighs trailing up to catch the bottom of your dress and hike it up. Slowly exposing your un clothed center. Armin's eyes go wide as he tries to keep them glued to the table in front of him, stealing little side glances of your naked pussy every few seconds. "Yes" he squeaks out "What if someone saw?" he asks. Eyes shifting from your center up to meet yours. "Well then I guess they would have gotten a good view now wouldn't they" You smirk. Reaching out you take his hand "Whats the matter baby, do you not like me?"

His eyes following his hand in yours as you place it on your thigh again. "I do" he breaths out, inching closer in-between your legs. "Do you want to touch me 'Min?" you ask, loving the way his eyes shift from his hand to your center. You can feel your arousal slicking your folds as his hungry gaze is upon you. He shakes his head yes. You slowly slide his hand up to your wet center. Your hand atop his as you guid his slender fingers to slide through your folds. A small moan leaving your mouth as his middle finger comes to swipe over your clit. "Do you want to taste me 'Min?" you ask breathy. "Yes" he breaths out, pulling himself down onto his knees so his face is level with your cunt.

As he leans forward you place a hand to his forehead stopping him "Beg" you say, eyes locking with his as he looks up "Beg to lick my pussy Armin" You watch as his hand, goes down to rest on his crotch, no doubt his cock is hard from you pussy and your demeanor. He shifts on his knees before his big pleading eyes look up at you "Please... please let me lick your pussy. Let me taste you. I need to so bad. Please, let me eat your pretty pussy" "Very well" you say "Oh and Armin, if you do a good job I'll give you such a good reward" you smile as you move your hand. He takes the motion as a green light and dives mouth first into your wet cunt. Lapping at your folds like a man starved. His skilled tongue sliding over your entrance before finding its way up to your clit. 

He continues this motion, pulling moans from your lips. His tongue dipping into your entrance darting in and out a few times before he turns his attention to your clit. Gently he wraps his lips around it, capturing it in his hot mouth. Sucking slightly as his tongue flicks it back and forth. The sounds coming from you more desperate as you approach the edge. "Fuck 'Min! So good for me" he moan out. He releases you'r clit, giving the entire length of your folds pressured licks, before you feel two fingers slide into your entrance. Your hip jerk at the new sensation at being filled. He pulls back, watching his fingers pump in and out of your tight hole. 

His other hand coming up to run light circles on your clit before two of his fingers pulls the fleshy hood back. Exposing your most sensitive spot, the one he knows you love so much when he touches it. Looking up at you, he lowers his head. His tongue coming out to swipe over the bundle of nerves. Your body jerks at the sensation, a load moan escaping your lips. He pulls back and repeats the motion. Marveling at the sounds it pulls from your body. He quickly wraps his lips around it and sucks. Your back arching forward as your breath catches. "Fuckkkk, yes Armin right there. Fuck. Fuck" you can feel your wall tightening around his fingers. 

All it takes is one more pass of his warm tongue over your clit and your body is convulsing. You feel the hot liquid start to gush out of you. Armin rips his fingers from your quivering cunt to replace them with his mouth. His tongue lapping at your hole as your squirt your release into his mouth. Grabbing his hair and grinding into his face, riding out you'r high. As you come down, you look in between your legs, Armins mouth still latched over your mound. Sliding your hands through his hair "Such a good boy for me 'Min" you coo down at him "Now strip down baby, I'm going to reward you" 

[topazy]

Teen spirit

Pairing: Carl Grimes x reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of blood

Chapter: 6.07

You silently prayed, holding onto the silver cross Carl gave you while Maggie slept in the bed in the RV. She was in so much pain, and eventually exhaustion had taken over her. The thought of losing her terrified you.

Rick crouches down beside you and gently squeezes your shoulder. “Do you remember the night at the prison when the gate fell down and the walkers got through; it was at the same time everyone was sick with the flu?”

You wipe at your eyes, which now feel sticky with tears. “Yeah?”

“Me, you, and Carl stopped the horde from getting to the people we love.”

“I don’t understand,” you admit.

“You needed to be brave that night, just as you have so many other times. When you shot Ron... Maggie needs you to be brave now.”

“I’m scared I’m going to lose her.”

“I know, but the doctor in Hilltop will take good care of her.” Rick lowers his voice. “It’s not just your sister that needs you; Carl does as well. He’s trying to be strong, but everything that’s happened since we arrived in Alexandria... I know he’s struggling.”

You turn your head and nod, “Okay.”

Rick kisses your forehead and goes to join Sasha, Abraham, Eugene, Aaron, and Carl at the front of the RV, but just as he does, the campervan comes to a sudden halt.

“What’s going on?”

“Enemy close,” Abraham says calmly.

You stand up to look out of the front window to see a group of men with guns standing around a man who is laying on the road who looks as if he’s had a bad beating.

Rick goes to open the door, but pauses and hands you a gun first. “YN, stay here with Maggie. The rest of you are with me.”

You crouch down, trying to keep out of view while watching. It’s hard for you to hear everything that’s being said, but Rick and the other man in charge have a standoff, but surprisingly no bullets are fired.

—

Carl tilts the blinds to look out of the window, watching as Walker stumbles through the field next to the road. He closes the blinds and looks at Aaron, “Why didn’t you stay back and defend the place?”

You were sitting further up the RV at a small table with Eugene trying to help him look for another route to Hilltop from your current position, but you still had a view of the bed your sister was in, including those sitting next to her.

“I owe her,” Aaron answers, looking at Maggie. “Why did you come?”

“I owe them, plus I need to keep Y/N safe.”

You start to grow nervous when Eugene stops mumbling to himself; you’re afraid there is no other route, and the only other options are to return home and hope for the best, or fight with the men from the saviors and hope for the best. But Eugene finally breaks his silence. “I think I’ve got something.”

—

“Do you think you could do it?” Abraham asks as he drives the RV along the new route. It was only the two of you sitting up the front, so you weren’t sure where the conversation was coming from since you’d been sitting in silence.

“Do what?”

“Do what Maggie and Glenn did with Carl?”

You laugh at his words, “I’m too young to think about marriage and babies.”

“I may have agreed with you at one point, but now in this new world?” He sees the expression on your face and chuckles to himself, “I’m not saying you get Gabriel to perform a ceremony the moment we go home, but if what you have is special, then never let it go. No matter how old you are.”

You knew Abraham was just trying to distract you from being upset, but you did appreciate it. “The last thing anybody needs is a drunk behind the wheel.”

“You always had a smart mouth on ya, I was starting to miss hearing your shit talk.”

Growing up the way you did, your mother and father always drilled it into you to be polite, respectful, and never swear, and even during the apocalypse, you were afraid something bad would happen if you did. “My daddy would have said you were a bad influence.”

“That’s funny because Glenn said the exact same thing to me last week.” He clears his throat. “Tell you what? Once this is all done and dusted, I’ll teach you how to drive properly so the next time I’m drunk driving, you can take over.”

“Deal.”

A few more moments of silence pass until Abraham turns the corner and you see another group of men with guns blocking the road, “bitch nuts. Y/N, don’t get too close to the window.”

Everyone gathers to stare at the men; you gulp down. If they decided to attack now, it wouldn’t take long for all of you to be dead. Unless Abraham managed to speed away, then our group would easily be overpowered.

“Do we make a stand?” Sasha asks.

“Yeah,” Carl looks at his dad. “We end it.”

“No, we can’t. This is a trap; the moment we step out of the RV, we are dead.”

“With one of us behind a wheel that’s five on sixteen,” Rick adds. “We’re gonna play it our way, how we want.”

Abraham slowly backs the RV up, and when he doesn't, one of the men starts firing into the sky, causing you to flinch, feeling as scared as you did when the men ambushed you, Daryl, Rosita, and Denise.

You start to feel yourself panic, but a hand reaches out and holds onto your wrist. Carl keeps hold of you until you’re far enough away that the gunshots start to fade into the distance.

—

“Wait, dad, something's not right.”

The saviors were now toying with your group and had set traps up blocking the different roads. They had a row of walkers chained together blocking the road, but it wasn’t until now that you noticed what Carl was so freaked out about.

“Oh my god, that’s Daryl’s.”

One of the walkers had a piece of Michonne attached to the side of its head; the others had clothing that belonged to other members of your group.

Rick goes to stab one of the walkers in the head, but men appear on either side of the road and begin firing at you.

“Everyone into the RV now!”

Carl and Sasha cover Rick while he breaks the blockade of walkers by cutting off their arms, making space for Abraham to drive through. Once you make it back onto the RV, you immediately go to Maggie’s side and notice how much worse she looks.

—

You place your hand on Maggie’s forehead. “She’s burning up.”

“She’s going to make it,” Carl says, trying to reassure you.

“The Saviors are messing with us for fun. They’ve made sure we know they have our people; they aren’t afraid of walkers, but yet they aren’t killing us.” Each time Abraham drove so far up another road, there would be another blockage preventing you from going any further. They even hung a man and set fire to one of the blockades in front of you. “These people aren’t scared of anything.”

Seeing Maggie start to stir, you take hold of her hand. “Hey, it’s fine. It’s going to be okay.”

“I heard gunshots.”

“It was the Saviors, but it’s fine now.”

—

The odds were staking up against you, but Eugene came through with a plan. The saviors were waiting to see the RV appearing on the road, so if you waited until nightfall, you would have a better chance of traveling on foot without being seen while he still drives the RV to make them think your group was still on the road.

“Maggie, we are going to get you to the doctor soon,” you smile. “You and baby will be okay.”

Her skin was pale and sweaty, and you didn’t actually believe what you were saying. You had a feeling something terrible was about to happen.

After making a stretcher out of what you could find in the RV, all of you aside from Eugene start to go through the woods. Maggie, being her stubborn self, insisted she walk to Hilltop, but it wasn’t going to happen. You and Carl take out the walkers that get too close while the remaining four people take a corner of the stretcher.

You’re unsure of how long you’ve been walking for when you notice something shining on the ground. “Wait up,” you whisper, bending down to inspect the familiar jewelry. You pick it up but then quickly toss it, feeling the wetness on it. “Rick, Rick.”

He looks over at you with a panicked look in his eyes. “What is it?”

“We need to go back.” You hold up your hand so he can see the blood on it. “Rosita’s earrings; she was wearing them when she left Alexandria—”

Before you can say anything else, you are cut off by multiple people whistling. This whole thing was a trap, even the way the jewelry was laid out was so easy to find. The Saviors just wanted to torment as many people as they could.

“Go! Go!”

You take off running through the woods until a bright light blinds you, and you’re suddenly surrounded by saviors and different vehicles, making it impossible to run away from them. All of them were whistling.

Holding your gun, you stand with your back to Maggie, prepared to shoot anyone who tries to hurt her.

The man called Simon, who Rick spoke with earlier, appears and points his gun at Carl, ordering all of you to hand over your weapons. This was the first time you’d ever seen Rick look terrified, and that’s how you knew you were screwed.

—

“Y/N,” Carl’s face turns pale as he notices the blood soaking through your shirt.

“I know.”

Between running and being forced down onto your knees by the saviors, the stitches from your stab wound had pulled, and your wound was now bleeding.

“Hey, hey,” Abraham gets your attention. “Show them no goddamn fear.”

You wanted to be brave like them, but you weren’t. You felt completely helpless while you watched them force Maggie onto her knees.

A van door is opened, and Michonne, Rosita, Glenn, and Daryl are dragged from it, then forced onto the ground beside the rest of you. Simon gleefully knocks on the RV door, “Alright, let’s meet the man.”

Through teary eyes, you meet Carl’s gaze. The two of you were on opposite ends of the line-up. You were now kneeling on the ground between Glenn and Rosita.

The door opens, and a dark-haired man with a wide grin walks out, “Pissing our pants yet?”

Satan in a Sunday hat.

“Boy, so I gave a feeling we’re getting close.” The man walks back and forth along the line, sizing everyone up while holding a wooden basketball bat that had barbed wire wrapped around it. “It’s gonna be pee-pee pants city here real soon. Which one you pricks is the leader?”

“It’s this one,” Simon points to Rick. “He’s the guy.”

The man sighs, “Hi, you’re Rick, right? I’m Negan. And I do not appreciate you killing my men. Also, when I sent my people to kill your people for killing my people, you killed more of my people. Not cool. Not cool. You have no idea how not cool that shit is. But I think you’re gonna be up to speed shortly. Yeah. You are so gonna regret crossing me in a few minutes.”

You silently start to pray again, taking hold of the small silver cross between your fingers.

“You see, stick to whatever you do; no matter what, you don’t mess with the new world order. And the new world order is this: And it’s really very simple. So, even if you’re stupid, which you very well may be, you can understand it. Are you ready? Here goes, pay attention.” He points his bat in Rick's face, “Give me your shit, or I will kill you. Today was career day. We invested a lot so you would know who I am and what I can do. You work for me now. You have shit; you give it to me. That’s your job.”

While Negan continues to taunt your group, your eyes move along every single person who you know is considered family. Everyone was crying and shaking aside from Abraham and Carl.

Negan keeps repeating that he wants half your group's supplies, but that wouldn’t be enough.

“So if someone knocks on your door, you let us in. We own that door. You try to stop us, and we will knock it down. Understand?” Negan mockingly puts his hand up to his ear, “What, no answer?”

Negan reminds you of the governor.

“You don’t really think that you were gonna get through this without being punished, now did you?” Negan shakes his head. “I don’t wanna kill you people. Just want to make that clear from the get-go. I want you to work for me.”

Just like the governor wanted you all the live together at one point.

“You can’t do that if you’re dead, now, can you? I’m not growing a garden, but you killed my people—a whole damn lot of them. More than I’m comfortable with. And for that—for that you’re going to pay.”

An eye for an eye.

“So now, I’m gonna beat the holy hell out of one of you.”

The crazy bastard introduces his baseball bat as Lucille, Negan is crazy. He stands in front of Abraham and seems amused when Abraham holds his gaze and rises up on his knees. Chucking Negan moves down the line and points at Carl, “You had one of our guns.”

Carl says nothing.

Negan crouches in front of him. “You got a lot of our guns. Shit, kid, lighten up. At least cry a little.”

He starts to walk back up the line and stops in front of Maggie. “Jesus, you look shitty. I should just put you out of your misery.”

The second Negan lifts the bat up, both you and Glenn yell for him to stop. Glenn tries to reach Maggie but is pinned down to the ground by a savior.

“Nope. Nope, get him back in line,” Negan says, sounding like an unimpressed parent. “Don’t any of you do that again. I will shut that shit down, no exceptions. First ones free; it’s an emotional moment; I get it.”

You press your palm against your side in a poor attempt to stop it hurting so much, which Negan notices. He laughs, “Jesus Rick, you could have at least made it harder for me. Half your camp looks as if it’s dying off already.”

You want to cry but don’t allow yourself to, not anymore. Giving Negan the satisfaction would be more painful than the wound itself. He points to your side with his bad, “What the hell happened to you?”

“One of your men stabbed me.”

“One of my men stabbed you? A kid?” He kneels down with a smirk on his face. “So you know I have men that can and will fight for me. What does that tell you?”

“It tells me you have men who take the easy option and stab a little girl rather than actually putting up a real fight.”

His smile disappears. Negan just stares at you for a few moments until he suddenly stands and looks back over at Carl, who was glaring at him. “I’ve been trying to put two and two together, but I think I now get it; this is your little girlfriend.” He turns back to look at Rick, “And this must be your kid; you have a similar evil eye.”

“That’s enough!”

“Do not make me kill the little future serial killer; don’t make it easy on me. I gotta pick somebody, and everybody is at the table waiting for their order.”

Negan starts whistling while trying to decide who to kill.

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Warnings: not much just a little suggestive. Smoking, alcohol.

Summary: You and Eren have been friends for years but lately things have been feeling different. WAY different.

(just a light Drabble I’m trying to get back into writing let me know what you all think!)

Light rain pattered against the window as bright head lights approached towards your apartment.

Yeager

I’m outside.

ᥫ᭡

Coming.

You and Eren had been friends for about a few years now but, up until recently things had taken a turn and, you couldn’t justify if they were for better or worse. A crossfaded night at one of Connie and Sasha’s known house parties couldn’t have made it more clearer.

The walk to his blacked out car made your heart beat faster and faster so much that with each step that you could hear it in your ears. By the time you had made it to the door Eren had already made his way to the passenger side light rain hitting his head as he opened the door for you.

“ Thank You” your voice quiet as it was 12am and, your neighbors were known for calling the cops for the slightest of reason.

“Always” Eren spoke while watching you get in the car catching a glimpse of your ass cheek poking out from under your jean skirt.

See the thing was. Eren was never quiet about his feelings for you. If anything he’d always express them towards you even if it was telling you how good you looked or those little forehead kisses he left on you when it was time for you to depart from one another. You knew that Eren liked you I mean hell you’ve known for years now. but knowing Eren for that long means you knew how he was. Eren was never one to keep a steady relationship often getting bored with his “flings”. He had a habit of bringing girls around and then showing up with another two weeks later. His homeboys often asking: “What happens with what’s her name?”

“She wasn’t my type”. He would reply and move on to the next

And he wasn’t wrong they weren’t his type.

You were.

Your hair flowed down the center of your back as you walked over to your group of friends in the center of the smoke filled room. Loud music played as Eren followed right behind you watching your hips sway back and forth thighs rubbing against one another. He watched as if every man in the room’s eye’s watched you sit down and greet your friends.

“ᥫ᭡! I’m so glad you could make it!” Sasha screamed as you sat with her and the rest of the group.

“Girl when do I not make it to one of you and Connies parties” You laughed squishing your cheek against hers.

“What’s up Yeager” Ony stood up to dap up Eren who was still standing.

“You know the usual” Eren spoke giving Ony a hug into their dap.

Moments later Connie came around the corner with a bottle of Don Julio and pre rolls everyone preparing themselves for what was about to happen. You, Sasha and Mikisa taking turns sipping from the bottle and, taking chasers of all types of flavors while sharing one of the blunts between the three of you as the guys did the same.

As you were getting higher and higher you couldn’t ignore the longing stares you were reciving from Eren as you sat on the couch talking to their girls. You avoided his eye contact until you heard Connie speak.

“Yo Eren what happened to the blondie?”

“She just wasn’t it” Eren spoke ashing the blunt out while staring you dead in your face.

It was like he could feel the pulse that traveled down to your core and back up again like it was on repeat. Eren wanted you and you knew it. Deep down you wanted him too but you wanted him to work for it just to prove it.

Of course the little random gifts he’d bring you or picking you up to take you wherever whenever even though you had your own vehicle were short signs but, you needed something deeper. You needed him.

“I’m gonna go to the kitchen and get some water i’ll be right back.” You spoke standing to your feet.

By this time the partied had died down a little bit and people were either leaving or just chilling. As you entered the empty kitchen grabbing a red solo cup from the counter and filling it up with some water from the fridge you leaned on the counter to collect your thoughts.

“You look good tonight” Eren’s voice snapping you out of your gaze on the ceiling.

“Thank you, you look nice as well” A coy smile on your lips.

“I hope you know I didn’t just drop Historia like the others, I let her down slow this time” Eren spoke stepping a little closer to you so you were now face to face pinned between the counter and his tall frame.

“Yeah why is that?” You looked up at him with big brown eyes “ And I don’t wanna hear all that she just wasn’t it shit”.

“You want the truth?”

Your hands traveled to the buckle of is jeans as you spoke softly giving him the direct eye contact he deserved.

“I want you to show me”.