#AoT x Reader

[c-monthecob]

"Y/n threw her long blonde hair into a messy bun"

[kissbabie]

you could not believe what was happening right now.

your brother’s best friend had you seated in his lap, his chest to your back as he guided your own hand to touch yourself. your head rolled back onto his shoulder, completely breathless as you felt his large hand over yours, helping you rub your pussy. he kissed your cheek, causing you to let out a small whimper from the sensation, “mm, o-oh, feel…feels good.”

truthfully, you’ve always had a huge crush on your brother’s best friend. it didn’t help that he was always so kind to you, and incredibly attractive. you’d watch him come back inside your house after doing whatever with your brother, sweating and laughing as he lifts his shirt up to wipe the dripping sweat, giving you a view of his well defined abs.

honestly, you couldn’t even remember how you landed in this position. you think you said something about how you weren’t able to satisfy yourself, struggling to cum and how it was so frustrating. and then, you two of you kissed, just like how you wanted for so long, and one thing led to another. and now, with him teaching you how to properly touch yourself, it was a little embarrassing, but it felt so good.

“yeah, right there.” he mumbled, his fingers holding your hand as he moved it to trace circles over your clit. “it’ll feel good when you do this, baby. makes it easier to cum.”

you whined as he picked up the pace, his soft praise making you clench around nothing, before he shifted your fingers, inserting two of them into your cunt. “haah, fuuuh…fuck, ‘s not enough, wan’ yours..”, you sobbed. he laughed lightly, before replacing your fingers with his own, and you instantly cried at the feeling of his thick fingers in your tight hole. “was gonna teach you, sweetheart,” he said, starting to pump his fingers in and out of you. “but i can’t wait. gotta prep you so you can take my cock soon. your brother would kill me if he found out, y’know?”

just his fingers was enough to turn you into a pathetic mess, whining, “right thereee! ‘m gonna get fucked by my brother’s best friend, haaah— m’pussy’s gonna get stretched open! o-oh, please, gonna—m’ gonna cum! aannghh, unnnghhh, oh, fuck-!”

you felt your orgasm crash over you as you came all over his fingers. he groaned, using his other hand to turn your head towards him as he kissed you sloppily, shoving his tongue into your mouth as you moaned into his mouth. you were drooling, and he grunted into the kiss when he felt your pussy pulse around his fingers.

afterwards, when you calmed down, he lifted you up a little to take out his cock, slapping it a few times against your cunt. “ready for my cock now, baby? g’nna make you feel even better.”

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[ochacoca]

never seen a more accurate thing on tiktok

[ackermanrage]

Your fingers slide slowly over the tense line of his collarbone, tracing delicate patterns that leave Levi’s skin prickling beneath your touch. His breath hitches—quiet, controlled—like he’s holding back something fierce, but you can feel the heat simmering just under the surface.

His hands explore, mapping the contours of your back, sliding beneath your shirt with deliberate slowness. The soft fabric slips upward, and you arch, welcoming the cool air against your heated skin. Levi’s touch is both gentle and commanding, fingers kneading muscles tense with anticipation.

Your fingers curl tighter in his hair, tugging gently as Levi’s mouth leaves a fiery trail down your jaw to your neck. He presses kisses there—slow, possessive—his breath warm against your skin. Your heart races, every nerve ending alive with need.

Levi shifts his hips, pressing you harder against the wall, the friction electric and raw. You gasp, lips parting, as his hands roam lower, tracing the curve of your spine, the swell of your hips.

You feel him inhale sharply, lips brushing over a sensitive spot that makes you shiver uncontrollably. The sharp scent of him—the mix of earth, soap, and something uniquely Levi—wraps around you like a tether, pulling you deeper into the moment.

His hips grind against yours again, slow and measured, sending a wave of heat spiraling through you. Every movement is precise, controlled, but beneath it lies a barely contained hunger that makes your breath hitch.

You tilt your head back, exposing the column of your throat, and Levi doesn’t hesitate. His lips close over the delicate skin there, teeth grazing softly before a gentle nip leaves a warm mark.

Hands roam lower, fingertips tracing the curve of your waist, slipping beneath your pants to cup the soft swell of your hips. You gasp, fingers tightening in his hair as his pace quickens just enough to send jolts of pleasure radiating through your body.

Your bodies move together in a perfect rhythm—raw, electric, inevitable. Levi’s voice is a low growl at your ear, breathless and urgent.

“Tell me what you want.”

You answer with a shuddering moan, lips parting to meet his again as the world falls away, leaving only the two of you tangled in heat and desire.

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[leviismybby]

(y/n): "My type is someone who is tall, romantic, has a good outlook on things, is patient and charming."

Levi: ".....I am none of those things."

(y/n): "Yeah so?"

Levi: "We've been married for 4 years and have two kids. The fuck you mean yeah so?"

[alickerman]

He doesn’t mean to bring you up in every conversation. He really doesn’t. But the entire squad has taken silent bets on how fast he’ll mention you — and it’s never longer than five minutes..

Someone’s complaining about the cold? Levi, arms crossed, deadpan: “Tch. Y/N said that too. Wears two pairs of socks now like it’s going to fix anything. And steals my blanket at night.”

Someone offers him a cup of tea. He accepts it with a grunt. Then, without thinking: “Y/N puts the leaves in after the water. Keeps the bitterness down.”

Sasha tries to sneak something spicy into the stew. Levi eyes her flatly. “Y/N doesn’t like that much pepper. And don't you dare add sesame seeds, Y/N is allergic to it.”

Erwin once asked him about his plans for a free day. Levi blinked. Thought. “…Y/N was talking about going to that market in Trost. Might go.”

Sometimes it’s just… you.

“Y/N’s likes lilies.”

“Y/N saw this in a dream once and called it a bad omen.”

“I need to see where Y/N is.”

Like you live rent-free in his head (you do).

[leabeesworld]

every time someone writes my baby jean kirstein as a jerk fuck boy, cheater, toxic, disrespectful to women and extremely popular, an angel loses his wings; because he would literally be the og yearner, he's a big loser who thinks he's a popular guy, bro could never use women, he would be a hopeless romantic, a soft spoken man, nervous around the girl he likes, respectful, overprotective, he would always put the person he loves first, probably the best boyfriend/husband in this world.

[sevarchive]

very suggestive content ahead!

it should’ve been just one kiss.

you were straddling his lap, teasing him about something stupid, your hands tangled in his hair, his fingers digging into your waist. then his mouth met yours. hungry and greedy. and everything changed.

he kisses you once. then again. then slower, deeper, like he’s trying to drag the sound out of your throat.

"you don’t know what you do to me," he says into your skin, voice low and strained as he pulls back just enough to breathe. only to dive back in and kiss the corner of your mouth. then your jaw. your throat. the dip of your collarbone.

your fingers clutch his shirt, and he smirks when he feels it. like he knows. like he’s savoring how fast he’s unraveling you.

"i can’t stop," he breathes, kissing just beneath your ear, his lips hot against your pulse. "you taste too good. feel too good. every time i pull away, i just want more."

his hands slide beneath the hem of your shirt, like he wants to touch and kiss every inch of you. one hand on your waist, the other gripping the back of your neck as he kisses down your shoulder, up again to your throat, then back to your lips like he needs it to survive.

his mouth is everywhere. slow, firm, teasing. lips brushing over the swell of your chest. kissing the edge of your jaw. dragging along your neck until your breathing turns shaky.

you try to say something. maybe his name. maybe a warning. but he catches it with another kiss, deeper than the rest.

“you’re gonna be the death of me,” he mutters, voice all rough and wrecked.

“then die,” you whisper back, trying to sound seductive, even as your heart hammers.

and just as he groans and dips lower—

your stomach lets out the loudest, most aggressive growl known to mankind.

he stops. his lips freeze against your skin.

"...did something in you just roar?"

you slap a hand over your face. "i forgot to eat. i was distracted. you distracted me."

he leans back slowly, trying to hold in his laughter, but you see it. the smirk. the quiver of his shoulders.

“were you gonna let me go down on you while your stomach was literally begging for food?”

“shut up and get off me!”

but he doesn’t move.

instead, he grins, dark and slow, and starts trailing kisses downward, ignoring your flustered squirming.

“nah. now i’ve got a new mission,” he murmurs. “gonna make you moan louder than your stomach did.”

his hands slide beneath your thighs, spreading them apart with a little more force than necessary.

“and after that...”

his lips hover low, breath hot. “we’re ordering takeout. you’ll need the energy.”

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[kaitoru]

quicky with levi ackerman

you’re bent over the desk panties shoved aside, levi behind you, his breaths short and controlled, his hands gripping your hips with bruising precision.

the headquarters is quiet, but footsteps echo faintly down the hall, making this quickie a dangerous game, levi’s in his uniform, cravat loosened, his steel eyes sharp, locked on you as he thrusts, quick and deep, the desk creaking softly.

“not a sound.” he hisses, his voice low, clipped, a captain’s order, his hand clamping over your mouth, muffling the moan threatening to spill.

“you want us caught, brat?” his tone’s harsh, but his touch is calculated, his fingers warm against your lips, his other hand digging into your hip, pulling you back onto him.

you nod, frantic, your hands gripping the desk’s edge, your body trembling, the stretch of him intense.

“levi,” you try to whisper but it’s muffled, your voice barely a breath against his palm, your thighs shaking as he hits that spot, each thrust quickened.

“quiet,” he snaps his voice a low growl, leaning over you, his chest against your back, his lips by your ear. “one noise, and i stop. understand?” his thrusts slow, torturing you, his hand tightening over your mouth, his eyes scanning your face for compliance.

you whimper, soft and stifled nodding again, your body arching begging silently, your hips pushing back, needing more of him.

he grunts, low picking up his pace, fucking you harder, the desk rattling, his breaths sharp but silent, his discipline ironclad even now.

“fuck, you’re tight.” he muttergs, his voice barely audible, his hand sliding from your hip to your clit, circling fast, making you bite your lip under his palm, a muffled moan escaping.

his eyes narrow, a warning, but he doesn’t stop, his fingers relentless, pushing you closer. “levi, please..” you mumble against his hand, your voice a choked whisper, your body shaking, so close, the risk of getting caught fueling the heat.

he presses harder over your mouth, his thrusts sharp, desperate, his control fraying. “cum, now,” he orders, his voice rough, low, his fingers circling faster.

“quietly.” you obey, your orgasm hitting, your body clenching tight around him, a stifled cry trapped against his hand, as your thighs trembled.

[l8niteth0ts]

hi, i love you work so much!! :)

if possible, would you be able to do a reiner x fem!reader smut fic where he has a scent kink/is obsessed with smelling the reader? no worries if not - i just think reiner would fit that so well. XD

𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃: 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: Reiner doesn’t mean to lose control. But when your scent hits him just right, something in him snaps—and all he can think about is filling you, marking you, and keeping you.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 (𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈): Scent kink, breeding kink (couldn't help myself, sorry), vaginal sex, panty sniffing, uhhh I think that's it. 👍😀👍

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 2,523

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: Thank you for the request, anon! Sorry it took so long. I hope you enjoy! Please feel free to leave a like, comment, and feel free to reblog! I am grateful for all of you—thank you for reading my work! (I did not proof read, sorry!)

𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒, 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘! 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒, 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓!

“𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬.”

It starts with something innocent.

You’re lounging on the couch, flipping through your phone, hair still damp from the shower. Reiner walks past to grab a drink from the kitchen, but he slows near the hallway, eyes narrowing slightly as he inhales.

You don’t notice at first, but he lingers longer than usual. His throat bobs as he swallows. His fingers tighten on the bottle of water he just grabbed.

“New shampoo?” He asks, voice low.

You glance up at him, half smiling. “Oh. Yeah. Lavender and honey or something? Smells nice, huh?”

He grunts in agreement, but you catch the flicker in his eyes, like he’s thinking about something he shouldn’t.

Later, when you leave to run errands, you forget that you tossed your laundry into the shared basket but didn’t run it.

When Reiner comes home and sets down his gym bag, he walks past the laundry and stops. There’s something on top—your underwear, soft and still warm with your scent.

His fingers twitch. His breath catches. He doesn’t mean to lean down.

But he does.

And the moment your scent hits his nose—warm, sweet, familiar, you—he groans like he’s in pain. His cock hardens instantly, pressing against his sweats as he closes his eyes and breathes you in again.

He clenches his jaw. “Fuck,” he mutters. “What the hell’s wrong with me?”

He doesn’t know how long he stands there.

His hand is still gripping your panties, tight in his fist like he's trying to ground himself. But it doesn’t work. The fabric is soft, damp, and smells too much like you—and his cock is throbbing against his pants, aching from how fast he’s getting hard.

He growls under his breath. “This is so fucked up.”

But he doesn’t put them down.

He brings them to his face again, shame burning in his chest, but he can’t stop himself. His eyes flutter shut, and he breathes in deep—nose buried in the fabric like a starving man. His hips twitch. He can already feel himself leaking.

That’s when the door opens.

You step inside, arms full of groceries, keys jangling in your grip. You stop in your tracks when you see him standing there, frozen. His back is to you, but when he turns around slowly, your stomach drops.

He’s holding something.

Something familiar.

Your panties.

His jaw tightens, golden eyes wide, wild, filled with panic and hunger. You don’t say anything at first. Neither does he. The silence is thick, charged, until—

“...I can explain,” he breathes, voice rough.

You say his name quietly, almost a whisper. “Reiner.”

“I didn’t mean to—” he starts, but then his eyes drag down your body, and his words die on his tongue. He looks feral. Ruined. Desperate. Like he’s two seconds away from dropping to his knees and begging.

“I just—fuck,” he groans, running a hand down his face. “You don’t know what you do to me. You don’t know what it’s like… smelling you all day. Sharing a space with you. Pretending I don’t want to bury my face between your thighs every second.”

You blink. Heat coils in your stomach.

“Then stop pretending,” you say, quietly.

He freezes.

And then he snaps.

Reiner’s on you in two steps, his arms caging you against the door as his lips crash to yours, all teeth and tongue and frustrated, needy heat. One hand rips the grocery bag from your grip and tosses it aside, the other’s already gripping your hip, dragging you closer like he can’t bear to have a single inch between you.

“You smell so fucking good,” he growls against your mouth. “I couldn’t stop myself. Couldn’t stop thinking about it—your scent all over this place, in my bed, on my clothes—fuck.”

He sinks to his knees in front of you, pressing his face to your thighs, his nose brushing against the inside of your leg as he inhales deep. “I need to taste it. Please, I need it now.”

Reiner presses his nose harder against the seam of your leggings, breathing so deeply it makes your thighs tremble.

“God, baby,” he groans, voice wrecked and shaky. “You don’t even understand, do you? How fucking sweet you smell… it’s driving me insane.”

He mouths over the fabric, tongue dragging up your clothed slit, and he moans—moans—like you’ve just fed him something addictive. He’s shaking, his hands digging into your hips, thumbs gripping the fat of your ass like he’s scared you’ll disappear.

“You don’t know what you’re doing to me,” he mutters, looking up at you with half lidded, ruined eyes. He doesn’t even ask before tugging your leggings and panties down to your knees and burying his face in your bare cunt.

Reiner inhales deep—a filthy, guttural sound from the base of his chest—and moans right against your pussy, licking a thick, slow stripe up your folds like he’s worshiping at a fucking altar.

You jolt with a gasp, grabbing onto his broad shoulders for balance, and he groans, eyes fluttering shut.

“This pussy—” another kiss “—smells better than anything I’ve ever had.” He nuzzles into you again, licking messily, the wet sounds echoing in the room. “Could drown in you. Let me.”

His tongue’s everywhere, sliding through your folds, teasing your entrance, circling your clit like he’s trying to memorize every twitch, every moan. Your knees almost buckle, and he chuckles breathlessly against your soaked core.

“You’re shaking already?” He coos, tongue flicking faster. “Pretty girl can’t even take a little tongue? Thought you were gonna let me breed this pussy, baby. Can’t do that if you’re falling apart already.”

The words slam straight into your gut, heat spreading everywhere. You whimper, thighs twitching around his head.

“Reiner—”

But he’s already standing, big hands gripping your hips and spinning you toward the hallway. He doesn’t wait. Doesn’t ask. He scoops you into his arms and carries you toward the bedroom like you weigh nothing, his cock grinding against your ass the entire way through his sweatpants.

“I can smell you on my pillows,” he growls as he kicks the door open. “Smell you in my sheets. You’ve been in my room, touching my stuff, walking around like you don’t know what it’s doing to me.”

He lays you down on the bed—his bed—and tears your leggings off the rest of the way. His eyes darken when he sees the wet mess between your thighs, and he shoves his sweats down just enough to free his cock—thick, red at the tip, and already dripping precum. It twitches at the sight of you.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “You’re gonna take every inch, aren’t you? Let me fuck this tight pussy till you’re full of me. Till you’re bred so deep you can’t walk straight.”

Your mouth goes dry. “Reiner—”

“I’ll be gentle,” he lies sweetly, crawling over you. His voice is reverent as he nudges the head of his cock between your folds. “You’re so pretty like this, baby. You make me crazy.”

He pushes in slow. You arch your back, gasping at the stretch.

He shudders. “You’re clenching already?” He groans. “So fucking tight. Like your cunt wants to be filled. Like it was made for me.”

He sinks in deeper, inch by thick inch, until his hips are flush against yours. He doesn’t pull out. Just stays there, buried inside you to the hilt, breathing hard against your neck.

“I’m gonna make you mine,” he promises. “I’m gonna fill you up over and over until my cum leaks out every time you move. You want that, don’t you?”

You nod helplessly, clinging to his back. “Y-Yes.”

He starts moving. Deep, harsh, powerful thrusts that make your breath hitch and your thighs shake. Every stroke hits that perfect spot inside you, over and over, until you’re a whimpering mess beneath him.

“You take me so well, baby,” he pants, sweat dripping down his temples. “So wet, so fucking good. You were made to be bred.”

He doesn’t let up. His mouth finds your throat, your jaw, your collarbone—claiming every inch with licks and kisses and soft bites. His hands pin your wrists above your head, muscles flexing with each hard thrust.

“You feel that?” He grunts, fucking into you harder. “That’s me getting deeper. Making sure it sticks. Gonna fuck you so full they’ll smell me on you for days.”

You gasp, your orgasm building fast, pressure coiling in your gut.

“Let go, baby,” he growls against your neck. “Come for me. Let me feel you clench while I fuck you full.”

You shatter around him with a cry, cunt spasming around his cock as he lets out a guttural moan and thrusts deep one last time—his hips flush, cock buried as he cums. Hot, thick, endless spurts flood your cunt as he pants against your skin, still moving slightly, like he’s trying to push it all deeper. He growls low in his chest.

“You’re mine,” he breathes. “This pussy, this body, that scent—it’s all mine now.”

He stays buried inside, kissing your jaw softly now, holding you through the aftershocks.

“You did so good, baby,” he murmurs. “Took me so well. Gonna make you all round and pretty with my kid.”

You shiver beneath him, blissed-out, full, marked. But, he doesn’t pull out.

Even after he’s done filling you—after your pussy’s twitching around his cock, leaking hot cum onto the sheets, after his panting slows—he stays buried deep. Holds you down beneath him. Lets out a low, rumbling groan as he feels you clench and flutter, overstimulated but still so needy.

His nose presses to your throat. He inhales deep, greedy, and possessive. “Still so fuckin’ sweet,” he growls, voice barely recognizable. “I can smell it—you’re not done. I thought you were, but no... your body’s beggin’ for more.”

You whimper beneath him, legs shaking. “R-Reiner—”

“Shhh.” He starts to move again, slow at first, grinding his still hard cock inside your messy, overstretched pussy. “You can take it. You will take it. I’m not done breeding you.”

You cry out as he thrusts again—hard. There’s no build-up this time. Just raw, filthy, desperate need. Like he’s trying to fuck his name into your soul. Your legs wrap around his hips instinctively. Your hands claw at his back. You can’t help it, your body wants this. Wants him.

“Fuck,” Reiner growls against your ear, voice ragged. “So fuckin’ wet. I can feel it—hear it. I made you like this, didn’t I?”

He slams into you again, cock driving impossibly deep. His cum leaks out with every thrust, and it only makes him fuck you harder, trying to shove it back in.

“Keep it in,” he pants, thumb pressing just above your clit. “Keep it all in. Want it takin’. Want it stickin’. I’ll fill you over and over until your womb knows it’s mine.”

You sob, hands fisting the sheets as your second orgasm starts building again, faster, sharper, overwhelming.

“That’s it,” he grits out. “Squeeze me, baby. Just like that. So fuckin’ tight, fuckin’ perfect—like you were made to carry my kid.”

You whine, almost incoherent. Reiner suddenly sits back on his knees, dragging your hips up with him and locking your ankles over his shoulders. The angle is deep, brutal, and he watches every inch disappear inside you with wild, glazed over eyes.

“Look at this,” he groans. “Split open on my cock. Drippin’ for me. Leakin’ all down your thighs and beggin’ for more.”

You can’t speak. Your mouth is open, eyes rolled back, body jolting with every thrust as he uses you. And then—he slows. Not to be kind, but to be meaner.

“You close?” he teases. “Gonna cum again for me, sweetheart?”

You nod, gasping. “Y-Yes, please—!”

He stops completely.

You choke on a sob.

Reiner leans over, smirking against your lips, his forehead sticky with sweat. “Then beg.”

You shake in his arms. “P-Please—please, I need to cum, Reiner, please—”

“You gonna keep this load in?” He grits out, grinding his cock inside you again, every word punctuated with a thrust. “Gonna let me fill you up again and walk outta here leaking all over your fuckin’ thighs?”

“Yes!” you cry. “Yes—anything—please!”

That’s all he needs.

He fucks you then. Hard. Fast. Unrelenting. The bed frame bangs. The headboard smashes into the wall. Your cries turn to screams as your orgasm slams into you, your whole body locking up as you pulse wildly around his cock.

Reiner groans like he’s been punched—loud, desperate, and wrecked—and spills into you again, cock throbbing as another thick, hot load shoots deep inside your already stuffed cunt.

Your legs are jelly. Your body feels boneless. The only reason you’re still upright is because Reiner’s holding you, his thick arms wrapped around your waist, one big hand splayed across your belly where his cum is still leaking out of you in lazy drips.

He hasn’t moved for a while.

Just rocks you gently in his lap, forehead pressed to yours, sweat cooling on his skin and breath still catching every now and then like he can’t believe how wrecked he got.

“…You okay?” He finally rasps, voice hoarse, almost nervous.

You nod against him, and he exhales like it’s the first breath he’s let himself take. “I didn’t hurt you, right?” He murmurs, thumb stroking slow, careful circles into your side. “I-I got carried away. Didn’t mean to be so rough, I just—shit, you smelled so good, and I couldn’t-couldn’t stop—”

You hush him, fingers brushing gently through his damp hair. “I’m okay,” you whisper. “I liked it. I wanted it.”

He lets out a shaky, broken sound—half relief, half shame. “Fuck. You don’t know what you do to me,” he says, voice cracking as he kisses your cheek, your temple, your nose. “You smell like heaven. Feel like it too.”

He shifts, lifting you with ease, even though you weakly protest. He carries you toward the bathroom like you weigh nothing at all, mumbling something under his breath about “taking care of you.” You cling to his neck, letting him fuss.

The warm water soothes your sore muscles, and Reiner’s hands are so careful as he cleans you. He presses soft kisses to every bruise and bite mark he left, murmuring praises between each one.

“You took me so well… ‘m sorry for being rough, baby. You’re perfect, you know that? Perfect pussy, perfect scent, perfect fuckin’ everything.”

He holds you after, wrapping you up in one of his shirts, arms still trembling slightly from how badly he needed you. He lays you down gently, then curls up behind you, chest to your back, hand smoothing over your belly again like he’s still not convinced it’s real.

“You’re mine,” he murmurs, lips against your neck. “Mine. And I’m never lettin’ go.”

You hum softly, threading your fingers through his. “I know.”

He falls asleep next to you, warm, and too full of love to say it properly—so he holds you tighter instead, and hopes you can feel it in the way his whole body stays wrapped around yours like you’re the only thing anchoring him to the earth.

ⓒ 𝐋𝟖𝐍𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐓𝐡𝟎𝐭𝐬 -- 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊, 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐔𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐈𝐅 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆.

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[ackermanrage]

just thought about Levi with a fem!reader whose protectiveness for him is on the same level as Mikasa’s for Eren? she will literally KILL for her man, she does NOT play about him. if anyone is trying to get to Levi they have to go through her first. 👀 if there’s a fight scene with Levi and reader vs Kenny I would LOVE to see how that would play out, like reader going 1v1 with Kenny for a bit? or anytime someone tries to threaten Levi and reader takes them down Mikasa style?

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ꜱᴡᴇᴀʀ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ

levi ackerman x fem!reader warnings: none :) an: idk if i wrote levi in character in this one but i hope you like it!!

The bullet missed Levi by inches.

But that was still one inch too close.

You’d warned them once. That was the thing. You had warned them—everyone, every fool dumb enough to raise a weapon toward him. You told them Levi Ackerman didn’t need protection, but that you would give it anyway. That if someone wanted to hurt him, they’d have to get through you first.

No one ever listened. Until it was too late.

You swung through the smoke-stained rafters, steel glinting, boots cracking wood as you landed hard between Levi and the barrel of Kenny Ackerman’s gun. Sparks flew as your blade deflected the shot, metal screeching against metal. The blast lit up the dust in the air like fireflies.

And then it was quiet.

Kenny lowered his smoking pistol, raising an eyebrow. “Well, well. Didn’t know Levi had a guard dog now.”

Behind you, Levi was still catching his breath—blood staining the edge of his shirt from a grazing hit, his expression unreadable. You didn’t take your eyes off Kenny.

“I’m not his guard dog,” you said flatly. "But I'm going to kill you anyway."

“Oh?” Kenny smirked, stepping out from behind the pillar, twin pistols still in hand. “And here I thought he could handle himself.”

“He can.” Your voice was low. Dangerous. “I just handle what he shouldn’t have to.”

Then you moved.

ODM cables hissed as you launched forward. Kenny dodged the first swipe, barely. The second sliced through his coat. He grunted, spinning low and firing—but you twisted midair, blade catching the bullet at an angle that sent it ricocheting into stone.

For a moment, it was just you and him. Spinning between pillars and pews, blades clashing with steel, the world reduced to motion and blood and fire. You weren’t graceful—you were vicious. You fought like someone who didn’t need to win prettily, just thoroughly.

And Kenny? Kenny was grinning.

“You’re good,” he growled, catching your blade between his twin pistols before shoving you back. “Levi sure knows how to pick ’em.”

You dropped into a low crouch, eyes burning. “If you ever touch him again, I’ll cut your hands off and feed them to you.”

Kenny barked out a laugh, even as he wiped a line of blood from his jaw. “Y’know… I almost believe you.”

“Almost?” Levi’s voice came from behind.

In the split-second Kenny turned his head, you struck—kicking his legs out from under him and slamming him into the pew with a solid crack. Levi was already there, pressing the edge of his blade to Kenny’s throat.

“She means it,” Levi said flatly. “So if I were you, I’d start crawling back to whatever hole you came from.”

Kenny stared between the two of you—Levi calm and cold, you panting, furious, hand trembling with the rush of it all. Something in his face shifted. He wasn’t smirking anymore.

He spat blood to the side. “You two are terrifying.”

Then he vanished—launching himself out through the far window, disappearing into smoke and dusk.

---

Later, when the fight was over and the chapel had fallen quiet, you stood alone on the rooftop, the wind tugging at your uniform, blood cooling on your skin. Below, soldiers moved like ghosts through the ruins. But you stayed above, eyes on the horizon, trying to breathe past the adrenaline still crackling in your bones.

Levi joined you without a word. His boots barely made a sound, but you felt him the second he was close. The side of his coat brushed your arm, and for a moment, you both just stood there—silent, still, eyes cast over a dying sun.

“You didn’t have to go that hard,” he said eventually.

You glanced at him. “He aimed at you.”

“I can take care of myself.”

You shrugged. “And I can take care of you, too.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” he muttered.

You glanced at him. “I know.”

“You could’ve been killed.”

“So could you.”

He stared ahead for a moment, jaw tense like he was about to argue—but then he sighed, and leaned his shoulder into yours.

“You’re insane.”

“I’m devoted,” you corrected.

He shook his head slightly, eyes dropping to your bloodied hand. He looked at you now, fully—those pale gray eyes unreadable, always half-lidded, always holding more than he said.

“You don’t need to protect me like that,” he said quietly.

You smiled, “Yeah, I do.”

He didn’t respond right away. Just stared at you for a long, suspended moment.

“You scare me sometimes,” he finally said.

You blinked. “Why?”

“Because your reckless ,” he said, voice barely audible. “Your going to get yourself killed because of me-"

You stepped in close, until your forehead pressed against his, your breath mingling. “Then we’re even,” you whispered. “Because I know you would do the same.”

Levi exhaled through his nose—something between a laugh and a sigh—and his hand came up to the back of your neck, holding you there. He didn’t kiss you. No. He just held you, like that was the only thing tethering him to this broken earth.

Levi didn’t say anything else. But his hand found yours. Held it. Let it stay.

Because he knew—if he was the last light left in the world, you’d destroy everything else to keep him alive.

©ackermanrage - please do not copy, translate, or plagiarize my work!

[kaged-animal]

And it being really bad wattpad fanfiction too^_^

oh to be 13 years old again, staying up late to read fanfiction

[classyrbf]

Nerdy armin w a tongue piercing???? saw the animation and I'm obsessed.

you and your best friend, nerd!armin just chilling in his dorm room while he organizes his new pokemon cards that he had bought earlier, his fingers carefully sliding each card into the plastic sleeve like it was an ancient artifact he didn’t want to destroy. It has been about two months since you last really hung out with him, too busy with midterms and other shit.

You’re bopping your head to the music playing on his speaker, scrolling through Instagram when you peek over and see armin poking his tongue out in full concentration. That wasn’t anything new, but what was new was the piece of silver jewelry adorning his tongue. You sit up, questioning if you’re seeing things. “Armin?” You squint your eyes.

“Hm?” He slides his tongue back in his mouth, pushing his glasses up when he looks at you.

“What’s that…in your mouth?” You question, brows furrowing.

He looks just as confused as you do. “What…what do you mean?” You grip his jaw, his eyes going wide as he moves back a little. “Open your mouth.” And even though he’s still oddly confused, he hesitantly open his mouth and lo and behold, there you see it. A tongue piercing. “When the fuck did you get that?!” You screech, now you’re really in shock.

“Oh! This? That’s what you were talking about.” He fully stuck his tongue out, showing you a better view. “Ummm,” he trails off, “Eren told me to get it as a dare. I don’t know why I did it, but I kinda like it.” He shrugs.

“Armin, that still doesn’t answer my question.” You cock your head to the side. “Also, a dare? You never do dares. I know you’re keeping something from me.”

“It was like two months ago! Right after we stopped hanging out. And, I’m not hiding anything!” He quickly goes back to sorting his cards, flipping through the plastic pages to find an empty slot. He can feel you staring at him, your eyes burning into his skull. After just a few seconds, he breaks. “Ok, fine! We all got drunk at the frat party that they forced me to go to because I was cooped up in my dorm too long and then like I was having fun…yeah…and then one thing led to another and now I have it,” he spoke quickly, trying to get everything off his chest at once without having you interrupt him.

“You, nerdy little armin, got drunk and pierced your tongue as a dare?” You sat there with your arms folded across your chest. “Who have you become since I’ve been away?!” You laugh, still in shock.

“I’m still me, just with a piercing. My parents would kill me if they ever found out though.” He shook his head, slipping one last card into the plastic sleeve. “All done!” He slammed the binder shut, letting out a sigh of relief. “Why are you still staring at me? I told you everything.” He pushed up his glasses again.

“Mmm, did you try it out yet?” You playfully smirk at him.

“What do you mean ‘try it out’?” He blinked.

“On a girl…down there…eating her out?” You giggled.

His face automatically turned bright red, opening his mouth to say something but nothing came out. He couldn’t even look at you anymore, averting his gaze back to his closed binder. “Wh-what?! No! I don’t…I don’t even know how to do that.” He awkwardly cleared his throat.

“Wanna learn?”