#It was at that moment Zeke knew he fucked up.

[llycaons]

and I swear I’m not the only one to see wayyy more chemistry and attraction between zeke and shao than zeke and mylene. and like the trajectory of zeke and mylene’s relationship was just so uninteresting and predictable and when he called her his soulmate in the end I did not buy it at ALL because they just didn’t really seem to be In Love, rather they just assume they’re going to be together since they’ve always been kind of in each other’s orbit and I get the finale they were working towards but I don’t think the story even gained much by insisting on this relationship being THE romantic center

[abiatackerman]

Together we fall, together we rise

⚔️Levi Ackerman x Female Medic Reader⚔️

Canon universe! Wounded Levi x Medic female reader! Fluffy romance! Husband- Wife! Tearful moments!Comforting moments! 1.1k words!

Summery: Though Levi was on the verge of dying and was severely hurt, that didn't stop you from loving him or made his resolve weak. Rather the two of you vowed that you'll heal him so Levi will be able to kill Zeke himself!

Tags: @levicakey @spouseofleviackerman @levisbrat25 @itsnathateasy @violentvaleska @anti-cupid @meowmewow7 @mikabella7 @ellazenin

🩷If you wanna be tagged let me know🩷

✨Masterlist✨

🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

The leaves of the tall trees of this unknown forest rustle as the gentle wind passes through them. The sweet scene of the soil along the bright light of the full-moon and stars are making the scenery look more natural, more peaceful and more heavenly. But the three people who are currently staying in this heavenly forest without their will are definitely not relaxed by the beautiful nature. They're looking rather worried and troubled.

"I'll go and take a walk around the place. You two stay here."

As Hange breaks the awkward silence you finally look away from the sky and nod at her. As her figure disappears from your eyesight you finally look at the man who's lying on the ground beside you. 

"How are you feeling?"

You ask, your eyes are red due to crying. Of course crying in front of Hange was awkward and embarrassing but you couldn't just control yourself. When the Yeagerist brought you and Hange here and you saw the blood covered lifeless body of your lover, of your husband.... You panicked. Anyways at least you three could escape and could manage some medical equipment too. When you three finally reached a safer place and you started to treat Levi's wounds... You couldn't stop crying.

How couldn't you? The man who was praised and relied on by thousands of people of the paradise island only because of his strength, now is in a miserable state. He was senseless and especially the right side of his face was in a critical condition. It was sure that he lost his right eye along with the two fingers of his right hand. He was in pain.

Levi was quiet for a few moments after you asked your question. He knew he looked pathetic to you now. He is broken, a shell of the man he once was. He wasn’t supposed to survive, but he did. And you're still here with him.... That's what only matters.

"Better but I can't feel my right eye and it's stinging there. And it feels weird to look at everything with just one eye."

Making him shock, you smile. Leaning down towards him you cup his left cheek and caress his skin softly as you speak with a cracked voice,

"Thanks for not lying to me."

Levi's gaze meets yours, and when he sees your eyes are tearing up, his heart aches at the sight. He hates it when you cry and he's hating this more because he knows he's the reason for it.

But he couldn't say anything. What's he's supposed to now? So he just looked into your eyes, his greyish-blue eyes are filled with guilt and shame. Seeing those emotions in his eyes, a sob escapes your lips and you rest your head on his chest to hide your crying face.

"Why you? Why is it always you? Why does it always have to be you who takes all the misery? It hurts me, Levi!"

You start to sob, gripping the cover which was covering his bare chest. Feeling the tears against his skin Levi's left hand moves to your hair. He starts to stroke them gently as you rested your head against his chest as you keep struggling to control your sobs.

"Don't cry... I don't know what to do when you do that."

He speaks in a soft quiet tone, still caressing your scalp gently.

"I can't take it."

You say angrily as you raise your head and look into his eyes. Your voice is now firm.

"Don't you understand how much it hurts me to see you in pain? It fucking hurts, Levi! I would've gladly taken your place! Just to save you!  I love you that much!"

He looks at you and sees the hurt and anguish in your face... It pains him. Seeing you in tears like that while being the cause of them and feeling powerless to stop them, it was one of the worst feelings in the world.

"I know it hurts you. But don't wish that it was you in my place. I don't want you to suffer, I don’t want to live in a world where you're broken like I am. I'd rather suffer through this a thousand times than see you suffer once."

You laugh at his words angrily.

"Right. You would even die for me but won't let me die for you."

You speak and wipe your tears as you move your head away from his chest. He calmly looks at you while you sit beside him and speaks in his usual firm tone,

"I won't let you die for me. I refuse to lose the only thing that gives my life meaning."

The thought of you dying for him, of you not living and existing in this world… It was far worse than the idea of him dying. He would not let you die no matter what. Ever.

"Anyways, I'll heal you up as always, I promise! And then, I'll kill Zeke myself."

You finally smile genuinely and lean down towards his face so that he'll be able to see your smile more clearly under the moonlight. As you start to caress his left cheek he closes his eyes, savoring the feel of your touch against his rough skin. This feels like his own small, twisted form of paradise. Despite the pain of his body and the scars on his face, he always felt better when you touched him like this and he always will.

"I promised Erwin that I'll kill Zeke myself. So I'll depend on my doctor to heal me so that I'll be able to fulfil my promise."

He mumbles as he opens his eyes. You smile and nod.

"Fine, we have a deal now then........"

[multifan2022]

Fearless 5

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4

One of the things you loved about Dauntless, was even in the cold underground cave like home the water never got cold. Whatever water heaters the faction had were on point. So as you stood there his chest to your back letting the hot water run over the two of you until your skin warmed, it was divine. When one hand left your hip, and slowly made its way up to your breast kneading roughly you tried to act like you didn't notice. 

"Tell me Y/n" Four said his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he spoke, only proving to turn you on further. When you stayed silent he chuckled darkly, before moving his other hand towards the apex of your thighs. When he lazily drug a finger threw your lower lips, you let your head fall back onto his shoulder. 

Being 5'7 to his 6'0 had its advantages. One hand found its way behind you to his hair, your fingers threading threw. While the other went to the wrist of the hand he had lower, you knew that if he pulled away you wouldn't stop him. You physically couldn't stop him even if you wanted too, but if he wanted to stop you would never push that. 

His rough fingers easily found your clit, while his other hand moved from your breast to your throat. Wrapping his fingers around it to hold you in place, brushing his lips across your shoulder. A soft moan escapes your lips as he starts rubbing sloppy but quick circles over your clit. 

"Eaton.." You moaned digging your nails into his skin, trying to not give to much away. You knew what he was going to do, you gladly were accepting. While it felt a little weird saying his last name, you felt weird moaning Four.. And he hated Tobias.. So that left Eaton, sometimes you would say Four but it was normally Eaton. 

Really Four didn't care what you said, he just loved the way your sounds of pleasure made his chest warm. He loved the way his skin felt like it was unfire but also relaxed whenever you touched him. The unconscious way you moved towards him in crowds. How your eyes would seek him out when you were stressed or anxious. He loved everything about you, except your short fuse. 

But he figured everyone had a down fall. Everyone had a flaw that someone couldn't stand.  He knew that you held it together to the best of your ability. Like earlier in the dorms when you snapped, it had been coming all day. He could tell by the way you tapped your fingers against your arm, the way you bounced from foot to foot. 

Zeke had also told him you had been the same at the ceremony. Between the stress of losing some and gaining some, the stress of maybe seeing your hateful brother. Seeing Rita's sister die, and the beginning of the trials. That fuck head Peter, and all the annoying questions. 

Then Eric coming over, that was bad enough but then when he was touching you.. It set Four ablaze with an emotion he couldn't quite name, one he hadn't felt often. And had never felt towards you. All he knew was that he lived for these moments, the moments in one of your rooms. Or the few times you had pressed him against the wall in a quiet hall. It was what got him threw the shitty days. 

So with that in mind, he moved his hand lower pushing a finger into you harshly. Pumping only a few times before adding another. He could feel your pussy fluttering around them, he felt himself growing hard at the feeling. 

You were trying to not show how much you were enjoying it. That of course didn't matter because Four knew your body almost better than you did. You turned your head, his lips catching yours as he continued pumping his thick fingers into you. He pulled away letting your moans fill the air as you started to tighten around him, "Tell me what was wrong." 

You groaned  a little and bit your lip, just a few more seconds and you would be over the edge. 

As if he read your mind, he ripped his fingers out of you. "Fuck.. Come on Eaton.." His other hand was still firmly around your throat, so you couldn't pull away. His fingers brushed over your clit again, so lightly you almost couldn't tell if it happened. You felt yourself push your hips forward, trying to keep whatever contact you could. 

"Do you think I'll let you cum before you tell me?" He said biting down on your shoulder just hard enough to leave a mark. You shook your head a small smile on your face as he squeezed your throat a little tighter. Cutting off just a bit of the air flow to your lungs. "Ah, that means you like being a brat." 

When his fingers found his way back into you, you couldn't stop the way your back arched. It only took a small twist and curl of his fingers for him to find the sponginess of your g-spot. Pushing the pads of his fingers against it every time he pushed in or pulled out. 

The sensation along with the slight light headedness was overwhelming.  The motion quickly brought you to the edge again. "Four.. Dont.. Please.." You begged knowing he was going to do it again if you didn't answer him. At this point honestly you couldn't remember why you wouldn't answer him. You were just along for the ride.. and so far the ride was fabulous. 

When he pulled out again a whine found its way from between your lips. He spun you around this time, pressing you against the cold stone wall. Your mind barely registered it as his lips found yours. Kissing your ferociously both his hands now wrapping around your thighs and hoisting you up the wall. 

Before you could even take a breath to start begging he was pushing into you. Your head falls back to the wall, as your nails dug into the skin of his back. You heard him hiss but nothing really mattered. You were with the person you loved, doing one of your favorite things. Nothing could stop you at this moment, someone could've walked in and neither of you would've stopped. 

Your legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his ass as he pounded into you. "Fuck, Ill never get use to how tight you are." He said his fingers digging into your thighs so hard that you knew there would be bruises. "I can feel you, you're ready to cum.. All you have to do is tell me what was going on.. Tell me now or I'll stop." 

Your mind told you to keep your mouth shut, but your body won out. "Fuuckk.." You seethed threw your teeth trying to hold on. Two hard thrusts later it all just spilled out "I just dont like any of the newbies yet.. Those two girls and that fuckwad guy pissed me off.. Eric pisses me off.. His touch makes me want to vomit. Fuckk.."

You moved your head fell to his shoulder as he held all your weight, muscles in his arm flexing to help move your body. "I just feel more stressed than normal.. Im sorry." Finally the rest of the weight rose off your shoulders. 

The groan that came from Fours throat made you clench, only making him groan again. When you finally felt the band of your orgasm snap, your vision went white. Buzzing sounds filled your ears, you could barely hear Four tell you he was cumming too. 

You didn't remember making the choice to rake your nails down his tattooed back. You were sure there were spots where he was bleeding. But through those final few thrusts nothing mattered. Not the soreness of your thighs, not the stinging in his back. Just the euphoric feel flowing between the two of you.  

When Four finally set you down, it was quiet besides the sound of the water and the hazy breaths. He left his arms wrapped around your waist and back while your legs stopped shaking. The rest of the shower was spent gently washing each other, his arm firmly around your waist. The smell of his minty body wash filled your nose, he scrubbed hard enough to lightly pink your skin. Having showered with you enough to know how you would do it. 

He didn't wash your hair, knowing you would be pissed if he didn't condition it but he rinsed it. You washed his hair as he held you up, lightly pulling at it as you rinsed it.  Using your hands to wash his skin, rubbing the tension out from his shoulders. He pressed his lips against your forehead before turning the water off and stepping out. 

"You dont have to apologize to me for being stress Y/n.. You know that right?" Four asked as his fingers brushed through the tangled mess of your hair. He was on his back with you on his chest, even though you were mostly asleep you answered with a nod and hum. 

"I know there's something else going on.. I just want you to remember I'll be here when you are ready to talk. I will always be here Y/n, I'll always protect you." His soft voice was the last thing you heard as you fell into the darkness. Feeling completely relaxed and safe under the blankets wrapped in Fours arms. 

You slept wrapped in each other's arms that night. A silent dreamless sleep comforting both of you. The beat of your hearts as well as your breath synced with each other. Both on your side, your hands against his chest while his arms were wrapped around you.

One under your head keeping it tightly tucked under his chin, the other around your waist. Your legs tangled together. Every part of you that could be touching was. Had anyone walked in and seen you two,  they would never have thought you were 'just friends'.

~

~

~

@coolestgirlhere @everydayisordinary @hannahbeezz @cat-lockwood

[jupipedia]

tia tia tiaaaaa, I have a request <333

okay so, how would the jjk men react to their fav sneaky link cutting them off ? like all of a sudden the reader ghosted them after their recent hookup ? preferably with gojo, choso, toji, and geto ? if you wanna change it it’s fine

giving the vibe of homiesexual by daniel cesar, idk if you heard it but yeah. listen if you haven’t, it’s a banger 🫵🏽

sneaky link privileges revoked ! — multi.         ↳ how these men would react to being ghosted or dropped by their sneaky link.           ↳ content warnings : nsfw ( minors do not interact ), mentions of cunnilingus + p in v.         ↳ message from tia : hey twin, hope you don't mind that i just turned this is to a multi animanga headcanon! this isn't out right smut but it does have nsfw mentions that i would consider further than just suggestive. might add more character or something later but yeah hope you enjoy!

he’s losing his fucking mind when he realized that his text messages are now green. he’s gonna find every means to contact your ass. you think he’s gonna let his favorite throat goat up and leave without a fight? he’s not going for that. he’s gonna call whoever he has to in order to speak to you. your friends, roommates, siblings, boss, co-workers, neighbors, even your mailman if that’s what it takes to get through to you. he just had you teary-eyed with no voice as he fucked the life out of you last night and all of a sudden he’s blocked? he’s lowkey crazy too because his ass is showing up wherever he knows you will be. he is at your job, sitting at your desk as he waits for you to come in. in that moment, he's never been more grateful for your private office as he has you bent over your desk, fucking you on all your important paperwork. he's even at the bars you and your friends go to for a night out and gets you alone in the bathroom, tongue deep in your pussy as you grip his hard and press yourself against the wall of the stall. good luck getting rid of him.

             — GOJO, connie, rengoku, sanji, SANZU, bokuto, sanemi, rindou, EREN, hawks, mikey, atsumu, etc.

he laughed when you told him to lose your number because he thought it was a joke. he knew it was in fact a joke because he was gonna be right back at your place, breaking your back and eating your pussy like it’s his last meal. you are not going anywhere like it’s funny that you even thought you could. he doesn’t care if you’re not ( officially ) his girl, you’re not leaving him. and every time you bring it up, he nods and chuckles before fucking sense in and out of you. after the third time of trying to end your arrangement with him, you gave up, knowing that with one move, you’d be falling back into his arms and onto his dick. he doesn't even blame you for wanting to end thing because he knows he's not shit, but that doesn't mean it's gonna happen. not when your sweet cunt wraps around his cock like a dream. not when the sound of your moans and his name rolling off of your tongue is newfound favorite melody.

             — TOJI, kid, JEAN, aizawa, geto, draken, wakasa, kuroo, osamu, zoro, shanks, benimaru, zeke, etc.

after you told him that you didn’t want to keep being friends with benefits, he respected it outwardly. however, when you pulled the whole “we can still be friends” bit on him, he completely used it to his advantage. he would “conveniently” appear whenever another guy was trying to get at you. he shows up to all of your events, suddenly becoming your biggest supporter. he’s always been around but suddenly it’s like he’s everywhere that you are. he’s so involved with you that it’s almost as if you two never ended anything. and then suddenly you’re back in his bed, legs pulled to your chest as he presses against your cervix. sex with him was already great, but it's like he stepped his game to prove that only he could pleasure you. he's completely focused on you and your pleasure, fucking you in every position possible until the sun rises and you decided to let him back into you sex life.

            — choso, NANAMI, reiner, armin, daichi, onyankopon, law, aran, mitsuya, tengen, gyomei, etc.

© jupipedia. do not repost, plagiarized, or falsely claim my work. likes, comments, and reblogs are welcome!

[animedaddymilkers]

╰⊰✿´ walk out nakey challenge

╰⊰✿´ characters: Erwin Smith, Levi Ackerman, Eren Yeager, Zeke Yeager, Reiner Braun

╰⊰✿´tags: nsfw, smut, gn!reader, implied d/s, petnames: darling, brat, babe, baby, sweetheart

╰⊰✿´ summary: you randomly walk out naked to get your s/o's reaction/attention

💖reblogs > likes💖 the gif is too perfect

Erwin is calm, cool, and collected in almost all aspects of life. He's learned to expect the unexpected, but never in a million years would he have thought that when he looked up from his newspaper after you called his name, that you'd be standing there stark naked as the day you were born.

One of his eyebrows quirk upwards, the faintest hint of a smirk pulling at his lips. "Oh? Darling, it seems you've forgotten something this morning," his voice deepens as he teases you. "Forgotten? Is it our anniversary?" You retort, choosing to play innocent as you saunter over, his eyes locked on you the entire time.

The newspaper is quickly forgotten as Erwin favors inviting you into his lap. He's intent on showing you exactly how much your surprise appearance has affected him.

Levi was mulling about in the kitchen, brewing some afternoon tea, while the chocolate biscuits warmed up in the oven. In his own home, he was relaxed and content, his guard being let down around you and the comfortable environment. So, when you walked into the kitchen with your whole ass (and everything else) out in the open, Levi was not expecting that.

"Jesus fucking Christ! Did you shit through all your pants or something? Why the hell are you naked?!" His gaze diverted and looked at anything but you, though the growing bulge in his pants told you everything that you needed to know. You walked closer to him and cooed, only making his heart rate beat faster. "I wanted to surprise you, dear~" Levi let out a shakey breath when you were standing right in front of him, before he steeled his nerves and glared disapprovingly at you.

"Then I suppose I need to remind you how to act properly in the house. Bend over the counter, brat."

Eren is usually preoccupied playing his video games, grinding out the latest level of the latest game. It's just what came with his job of testing new games out. But every time you asked or called his name, the game was happily ignored. This time was no different, really. You entered the room and called his name.

But when he paused the game and looked over to you, he nearly dropped the controller and his headphones. It led to a string of curses falling from his lips as he scrambled out of his gaming chair to stand awkwardly in the middle of the room. "B-Babe! Wha-What's up, huh? What's up with this?" He gestured to your nakedness and you laughed.

"I got a new game for you to try out, 'Ren. Bet you can win the level in five minutes, even." He listened to your every word, captivated and eyes gleaming before he closed the distance between you two. "Five?! Make it two. I'm trying to get the high score, baby." Eren smirked before he leaned in and started kissing you.

Zeke was the brains of the relationship, not because you weren't smart but because you just didn't want to do it. So, he sat at the dining room table doing the taxes for that year, papers strewn about as he tried not to lose his mind. At the same time, you knew he needed a break and that he would refuse a break if you asked in any typical way. So, you padded your feet into the kitchen, wearing absolutely nothing.

Zeke looked up and then back down to the papers before doing a double take two seconds later. He slid his glasses further up his nose to see the sight before him better. "Oh? Well, hello there, pretty thing." He cooed lowly to you and beckoned you closer.

You slid onto his lap, and his arms circled around you, lips already pressing kisses into your bare skin. A break for your dearest had been successfully pinned down, about a moment before you were then pinned down.

Reiner had just finished weeding the garden beds, insisting on keeping them pristine after you had planted them. His determination warmed your heart, but you knew if you didn't do something, he'd continue to keep working outside in the sweltering heat. You went to the backdoor of your secluded farmhouse, and the sound of the door opening had your husband looking towards you excitedly, like a puppy dog.

The sight had him transfixed, and he accidentally broke the tray he was holding. Reiner was quick to throw it in the trash before jogging up the porch steps to stand in front of you. "You look so amazing, sweetheart. Can I touch you?" You know he only asked because of how dirty he was, but you had to admit, the sweat dripping down his chest only made you hotter. You nodded and stepped closer. "Please, touch me." You didn't have to tell him twice.

[anlian-aishang]

He could feel you staring. And indeed, you were. God, you sighed to yourself, he was so fucking beautiful.

tags: levi x reader, angst, smut, hurt-comfort, gun mention, injury descriptions, self-sacrificial thoughts, caretaking, insecurity [felt by levi], body worship, canonverse, fem!reader.

word count: 5400

It was a miracle you found them, even more miraculous that Hange did not snipe you first. Over the barrel of the gun, their hazel eyes ran bloodshot. A murderous, fight-or-flight fear you had never seen on the commander’s face. If not for the moonlight that outlined your surrendering hands, surely, you would have joined the two corpses on the ground between you both. 

“Hange!!” Your frantic scream scared sleeping birds off their branches. Flaps of their wings matched the spasms in your nerves. “It’s me!”

Your ears picked up the graze of metal as their finger twitched along the trigger. Eyes focused in to meet theirs in promise. Your jaw fell further, not at the proximity between you and death, but at the single tear that slid down their cheek. Trauma spilling over Hange’s bright and bubbly facade. 

They lowered the rifle with a sigh, one you could see in the thick white cloud of their breath. With an exhausted exhale, beneath their hood, they offered.

“Do you want to see him?”

// // //

Hange walked slower than you would have liked. On the other hand, they probably thought you were going too fast. They had not had the time to blink, let alone sleep, in days. It was what you reminded yourself as you dampened your pace for their sake, the sedative to your aching legs, yearning to sprint to him. 

They made intentional small talk, asking how your intelligence missions were going - wondering if you had a good grasp on what the Yeagerists were up to. Of course, it was all pointless now. Obviously, Floch and his faction had succeeded. The end of the world had already started. 

The commander could tell, and you knew that they could. They would not ask you such blatantly meaningless questions, unless there was something to hide. 

“Hange,” your voice was deathly low, “just tell me.” Eye contact deliberately, mutually avoided. “How bad is it?”

Another heavy sigh. Twigs crunched beneath boots. A silence that felt like forever, that almost spoke for itself. Hange looked to the starry sky above, and for a moment, your heart sank. Is he…?!

Hange shot you a smirk, pained but genuine. “He’s a tough lil guy, isn’t he?”

He’s alive. 

“Anyone else would be sauteed to bits, and to be honest -” Hange parsed, “- I still can’t figure out how he made it.” 

Sauteed. Fire? Bits. An explosion? 

“I can only think -” they gave a loose tug of their hair tie, “- it’s because he’s an Ackerman.”

You had not put it all together, but the bloodstained patch of grass, the worn handle with lone fingers attached, the bodies of former comrades rotting outside - all the traces you tracked along your journey here painted an awfully vivid picture. Through those tiny details, you constructed the larger story. Levi had been targeted, and if not for Hange’s intervention, your partner would have been murdered by either Zeke’s or the Yeagerists’ hands.

Yet, in the commander, you could sense a tremendous guilt. Blinded by Levi’s current critical condition, or perhaps the recent killings of their subordinates, they saw themselves as no hero. Finally, you recognized why Hange was slugging along: a delay. Conscious or not. Procrastinating the revelation of the new Levi to his old lover. 

While they wallowed in their own failures, you only saw their successes. Each trudge of their steps against the earth felt heavy, you longed to lighten them, to have Hange see themselves as the savior they were.  

“No, Hange.” A gentle hand to their back. They startled, then soothed, at your touch. “It’s because of you.” 

With hesitation, they finally met your gaze. Their skin a staunch pale even in this pitch black night. A stark frown, regrets within. And Levi would not have liked that.

“He’s alive, not because of his last name, but because of you.” Your delicate touch morphed to a fierce grip, shaking them. “Hange, please,” clenched teeth, quivering lip, “you know that, right?”

Certainly, they were smart enough to know that.

Hange pushed a single finger to their glasses, “Y…Yeah.”

“Hange.” Your smile was both sincere and serious. You clutched their hand with both of yours and squeezed, “Thank you.”

They cleared their throat and swallowed, an awkward, guilty laugh. “Maybe you should save your thanks until you see him.”

// // //

Nauseous with both fright and excitement. Anxious as you anticipated touching him, counterbalanced with the fear of causing him further pain. Relief as you watched his chest rise and fall. Disheartened at how labored those breaths were. The emotions you felt at his sight, all but indescribable.

Considerate as you always were - even to your own detriment - it was what everyone loved about you, especially him. Knowing how defeated Hange felt, and in the wake of all the reassurance you had provided them on your walk, you knew all your comforting efforts would have been dismantled if you started to break down. Subduing yourself, you clenched fists at your sides and dug your nails into your palms. Trembling lip dipped beneath your teeth, biting down to still. Toes curled within your leather boots, stabling yourself as knees began to buckle. 

Witnessing your reunion, emotions were contagious to Hange. They artificially lifted their voice and offered instructions - a thin veil of distraction. “Well!” Hange gleamed, “He’s been out for a couple hours now, ever since Eren's… well, you know.”

That was one way to put it.

“I really have no idea when he’ll wake up, but he will.” Hange promised. “If he doesn’t get up on his own, you may have to help him. Bandages need changing in a few.”

Bandages? You had yet to notice until then. Upon entering the camp, you froze the moment you saw him. At that distance, he was just a bundle of blankets. You brought your sleeve to your eyes and wiped away the blur, and only then did you see the gauze that engulfed his face. 

Another pang of nausea. Mouth gaped to sob. You threw your forearm over it. A contrived cough to conceal your reaction, it failed. 

Behind you, Hange frowned. This time, it was their turn to cup your shoulder in their hand. In your peripheral vision, they pointed to a decorated tree stump. “When you do, make sure to clean his wounds first.” Atop the makeshift table, an even more crude construction was this mobile infirmary. Missing even the bare minimums of battlefield first-aid. More horrific than not: black thread, long needle. Thin vial of clear liquid was significantly less than full. Its alcoholic sting, you swore you could smell it from here. The thought of pouring that shit on him made your stomach flip again. 

“If you didn’t come, I was going to have to do it,” they chuckled this time, instead of severity, Hange used a lighthearted approach to comfort you, “but I’m sure he’ll be more receptive to you putting him through pain! It seems you’ve got the magic touch.”

If Levi was awake, oh - a swift ass-beating that would’ve been, but you were much more merciful, happy to share a harmony in crude humor. A moment of blissful ignorance in an ignorant, humorless world. Your smile widened to a grin and you tossed a playful shoo, “Get out of here, you.” 

You had not expected them to take you seriously. Hange smiled contentedly, turned on their heel, and strode even deeper into unexplored forest. A dramatic shift in mood as you swerved from joking to panicking, “Wait - where are - what are - where are you going?” 

Hange shrugged their shoulders, palms turned up to the sky. No slow in their pace, not even a glance back to you as they called, “Can’t save the world on no sleep!” 

As their figure grew tinier, your jaw that had fallen open gradually began to close. Their footsteps faded away, from faint to silent. Whether they eventually flopped from fatigue or continued their stride, you never found out for sure. You saw how exhausted they were, mentally and physically. At the same time, you could only imagine the pressure and responsibility they must have felt. Insomnia or collapse? Likely a coin flip. 

And just like that, the two of you were alone. 

// // //

Survivor’s guilt, you were familiar with. After this long in the Scouts, among those you knew, those who had experienced it outnumbered those who had not. You yourself had lost count of your diagnoses. 

But what the fuck was this? 

He had not died. He wouldn’t die, that’s what Hange said. You had not taken your eyes off him, not for one moment, and his breaths were as recognizable as your own. Undeniably alive, so why were you grieving? 

Perhaps it was regret. Without him there to talk you out of it, you wondered why you shouldn’t feel any and spiraled into its acupuncture. If only you had been at the right place at the right time - there were so many chances to stop it! You could have overheard any conversation about the wine and warned him: stay the hardass captain, the wine’s dangerous! More intelligence about Zeke could’ve shown you how reckless he was, and if you had communicated that to Levi, he would’ve known better than to bring thunder spears anywhere near him. Fuck, even if you had just been there! Maybe you could have thrown yourself between Levi and the explosion. Better me than him.

Your hand snapped to your head and seized a punishing pull of your hair. You knew better than to think such thoughts. Not even for your own sake, but for his: he wouldn’t want you to feel that way!

It was disrespectful to him, and let us respect the wishes of the dead. 

You fucking idiot, he’s not dead! 

Angst of this intensity, at any other time, you would scream, throw things, thrash about. But with your insomniac sound asleep beside you, you would not even allow yourself that release. All you could do was mewl silently, rip grass from the ground, and hug your knees to your pitted chest. 

That lasted a couple hours, and it may have even longer, but the chill hit you like an early winter. Goosebumps had pricked your skin, chattering teeth had become audible. And if you were cold - he must be freezing. 

Selfish. Selfish! You chastised yourself as you stood from your stone turned seat. Seemed like there was some spare wood from whatever Hange’s latest project was, you set it gently atop the fire, cringed when it collapsed with a series of clatters. You winced and checked on Levi. Still sound asleep. The last two logs, you set them on the side closest to him, simultaneously the least and most you could do to keep him warm. 

But was it?

He looked so tiny on the forest floor so vast. So lonely on that slate of tarp. The crickets began to chirp: there’s room for you, too. 

Still, you stood there debating. Weighing internally: better to lay beside him or leave him be? You did not want to wake him, for he appeared to be in a semi-comfortable peace. At the same time, each time he shivered, you felt your veins run cold with responsiblity. Not doing a very good job at the whole caretaking, significant other task. 

Nature made the choice for you. A merciless gust of wind hissed through the trees, breaking branches along the way. Acorns and twigs tumbled to the ground with the gravity of heavy hail. Icy was its howl, providing only seconds of warning before the sharp drop in temperature. Almost immediately, the captain whimpered himself awake and bunched the blanket to his body. Even faster, your sprint to his side. 

Like a survivor to a raft, a plant to spring rain, that was how you clutched him. “Levi…” you soothed, “Levi, it’s me.”

Trying to open his eyes, eye, induced a splitting headache. Thankfully, his hearing had recovered from the piercing explosion and was able to recognize: it was you. Throat scathed dry, Levi failed to summon a response. The apple of his neck twitched in his attempt at a swallow. Water. 

In the pocket of your cape, a full canteen, “Thirsty?”

A subtle nod was all he could muster. Mouth sealed off, streaks of red tainted the white gauze, you supposed it was time. Time to strip off his bandages, to see him again, to learn what had happened. 

Hange had debriefed you. There was no need to ask. His pupil was a lens through which you could see it all. The disbelief still raw, the disappointment in himself, the trauma glazed over. Curiosity screamed within you, longing to know everything from the tiniest details to the major events. Louder, though, was your urge to tend to him - and you knew that an interrogation was not the right remedy. 

There was something more subtle, and perhaps even more telling than words.

“Levi, let me see.”

Hesitation.

“You trust me, don’t you?”

Normally, he would slip in a snide remark. His own take on a joke. Tonight, it wasn’t there. 

But you were right, it was time. He felt disgusting. Gauze glued to his face - blood and sweat - the neat freak squirmed. The cool air of a wilderness night and spring water down his throat sounded most refreshing. 

Refreshing - like the new perspective you would have of him. Levi had not seen himself yet, but based on the immense pain he felt, his face of all places, he knew it couldn’t be pretty. In that way, perhaps it would have been easier if it was Hange. He didn’t care what anyone thought of him, but you were the only exception. You alone could scare him, the fear of how you would react to your lover turned monster. 

Slowly, you reached to your hip and unsheathed your dagger. Trustworthy eye contact silently conveyed that you would cut him free. Levi answered with a slow blink, an attempt at a smile, an attempt that was quickly retracted by his newly irritated nerves. They screamed at him for it, he subdued them by digging his nails - all eight of them - into his palms. With a mere fraction of his face visible, your ever stoic Levi looked even more so. His mouth completely covered, you misread his response. Your first hint towards a long road of recovery ahead, your relationship forever altered.

You crawled behind him and aligned your arm with his spine, “Can you sit up for me?” Like a true combat nurse, you did not wait for an answer before getting to work. Slow but sturdy, you lifted him just enough so that you could get to his nape. Though your care was tender, his reaction was harsh: sharp hisses and exasperated groans. It saddened you, how these strained grunts no longer frightened you - you had heard so much worse from both him and others. 

At the tail of his undercut, you pinched Hange’s knot and lifted the ties from his scalp. An inch of space, you slipped the point of your blade between them. New breeze on his most sensitive spot, knife at the back of his neck, Levi shuddered in your arms. 

“Don’t worry,” you rubbed your palm against his shoulder, “I’ve got you. I won’t hurt you.” I won’t let you get hurt anymore. 

One swift swipe! You slit the gauze, almost like pulling a zipper. Hand on his thigh, you pivoted to his front. Left hand was both hasty and soft, pulling the wrapping from the top of his head all the way past his chin. 

The mask was off. 

With his face now unveiled, you withdrew a handful of inches. A habitual up and down to evaluate his state, just like he trained you. 

The irises that snared you, there was now only one of them. Fresh stitches. Unforgiving black pierced his ivory skin. Crimson blood between the threads. A red so raw, you knew it was never meant to be seen. 

Your throat tightened, the words retched out. “It’s not -” you swallowed, “- that bad…”

A bad liar, you always were. Adorable at other times, gut-wrenching now. You had totally frozen, and all he could do was blink helplessly in wait for you to accept him. In those few seconds, voices in his head made a thousand comparisons. Uglier than a titan. More jarring than a corpse. All the shit you’ve seen, and you’ve never reacted like this. As your eyes glassed over, his reflection became even clearer to himself, confirmed his fears: hideous, he was hideous. 

Even though you stared, you gawked, he could not blame you. In fact, blaming you was his furthest thought, far beyond his first: blaming himself.

“I’m sorry.” Levi whispered. “I’m sorry.”

No. I’m sorry. Again, you ran through all the ways you could have prevented this. If only you had spied better. If only you had been there! He had absolutely nothing to be sorry for.

“I really…” Levi sniffed, his voice raspy, “I screwed up.” A single, silent tear rolled down his cheek. Then another, and another. “...stupid, fucking stupid.”

Seeing him cry always made you do the same. This time, though, your typical techniques left you. This Levi was unrecognizable, not just his physicality, but his personality as well. Even after the bloodiest expeditions, you had never seen such defeat in him before. 

Levi barred his teeth, blood had pooled in his lower lip and leveled with the rim. As tears spilled into open wounds, stinging relentlessly, he did not even flinch, for he felt he deserved it. Not just because he had put himself in that lethal situation, but because he had killed his former self - the only version of him anyone had ever loved - your soulmate.

“Levi…” your fingers ran down his chest, extra delicate this time. Beneath your touch - its insinuation familiar - his heart fluttered, “you deserve to feel good.”

Despite your kindling fire, Levi remained cold at your contact and stayed startlingly still. He couldn’t even meet your eye contact, instead, choosing to stare straight down at your knees, as if needing to absorb and accept that you were actually knelt before him. 

His words wavered, but his voice was a constant low. Hardly audible. Deeply depressed. “You… still want me?” 

Instant, unfathomable heartbreak. Chills, widened eyes, and a ringing in your ears, disbelief at what you had just heard. Against his chest, your fingertips dwindled. Overwhelmed with pity, nevertheless, he still could not bear a glance towards you. 

“Levi,” you cupped his cheek, beckoning his gaze. Tilting your head, a smile both teasing and kindred, “don’t tell me you’ve got amnesia, too?”

He scowled - halfway between too soon and smitten admiration. Only you would dare test him at a time like this. 

“Cause it seems you’re forgetting all we’ve been through already.” 

In each other’s eyes, everything came flooding back. The death of his squad and the months of ensuing grief. The broken leg that held him back from the tower, Eren’s capture, and the rescue mission - the one that costed Erwin’s arm and many more their lives. The return to Shiganshina, even fewer - including the late commander - returned from. Tremendous weights both physical and emotional, you had always been there to shoulder them with him. This was just another one of those spells, and you were a veteran by this point. 

“Prim and proper without any problems… that’s not the you I’m used to.” Curled knuckles tucked stray locks neatly behind his ear. Nails scratched the cusp on the way, summoning shivers from the man beneath you. 

You took his hands in yours. Fingers intertwined, two were notably missing. No matter, you concentrated, determined to hide your adjustment to this new hold. 

“What I am used to, though, is the way you’ll recover - even stronger than before.” You tugged his hand to your lips and spoke gently, confidently against them, “You always have.”

Levi shook his head and grit through clenched teeth, “I don’t know if I’m coming back from this one, sweetheart.”

Indeed, the path forward was hard to see. His body had been torn to true shreds. The Ackerman bloodline was gifted, but they were human. Regeneration of his sight and his grasp were impossible. Humanity’s strongest soldier had been knocked down a permanent rung. 

Suddenly, you feared that the superlative title had done him more harm than good. Love was not something you measured, and his combat abilities meant nothing to you, least of all now. Who said he had to climb that particular ladder? Why must he be a Scout first and person second? Levi had embodied the hope of humanity - and you could not blame the population for placing their faith in him. However, you were not just another member of the population. And to you, Levi was far more than his labels. Foremost, he was alive and he was yours. 

He’s alive! He’s yours!

“For fuck’s sake, Levi…” tears fell, your smile rose, the words tumbled out, “all you have to do is breathe and that’s already enough.” Tenderly, you hooked your fingers over the seam of his blanket and tugged down. Shamelessly, your gaze swallowed him, relishing in his flushed chest and its heightened pulse, “and look at you, you’re already doing that.”

The end of the world, nearly the end of his life, but your tears were what broke him.

It started with a couple shakes of his head. Matted bangs fell over his features, but the shaking of his body and his crackling voice revealed all. Levi pulled his hand from your grasp and clutched his wrinkled forehead. Thumb ground his temple, a coping technique from childhood. A few deep breaths, after then, rattled and shaky: the telltale start to his breakdowns. 

Salted tears poured into his split lip. On instinct, your thumb seeped into his mouth, replacing the burn with your sweet taste. God, how he needed it. 

He needed it. He needed it. A painkiller, but not a pill. Warmth, but not a blanket. To be loved, adored, and made to feel useful, no matter what it was he could do. He could hardly talk, could not even sip water on his own. But there was one thing you knew he could do, one thing that would lift his spirits, if only the length of an endorphin release.

A smile both sweet and seductive, innocent and intimate. “You’re going to make me cum. I’m gonna make you feel good.” One hand on his stiffening lap. One hand on his cheek. “And I’ll show you that you can still do both.”

// // //

It was not the same, and you would not pretend that it was. Not worse, just different. Even better in some ways. 

Inexplicably adorable. Learning to work with his left hand, he would lift his right hand to your buttons only to halt halfway and switch to the other. Pure, flustered concentration as he learned to communicate with his non-dominant hand, the most intimate practice possible. In the glaze of moonlight, his red blush radiated. Internally, he cursed the buttons and belts of the Scout uniform. Externally, he released exasperated sighs and frustrated moans. Undressing you used to take seconds, but after many minutes, your shirt was only halfway undone. Despite his mental irritation, it seemed neither of you truly minded: your arousal stirred with anticipation, his pupils dilated as he savored every second - every inch of your skin. Sex taking longer, who would complain about that? 

Extra weak. Each of his movements was accompanied by shakes, emphasizing the efforts he put into making love to you. Twitches in his reawakening muscles kept his touch active, keeping things exciting. His vice grips of your skin had melted to grazes and dances. His squeezes no longer cut off your circulation, but coerced blood into every capillary. Entirely conscious, desperately yearning for more. You realized: it was not his strength that overcame you, but the craving that faint touch incited. Exerted grunts and curses under his breath were melody to the hum of mosquitoes and crackle of campfire. The most surprising setting to be spicing up your sex life. 

Hyper-sensitive. The strain embedded in every motion had unraveled him quickly. And then there was you. Licking his wounds, tracing your tongue along his scars, you had thrown him off the tightrope balance of pain and pleasure, leaving him to scream in freefall. Teeth grazed his jawline, drawing screeches that felt sinful to listen to, but that didn’t stop you. Lips on his navel drew back-breaking arches of his spine. Acute and uncontrollable rolls of his hips. Touch-starved. Love-deprived. The feeling of unworthiness made every bit of affection that much more treasured. Every touch, a lightning bolt. Each wake, a calm. Mini orgasms wherever, whenever you felt him. 

So conscious of his body, of his injuries, your diligent attention revealed perfections you never noticed before. Tendons in his arms cast contrasting shadows over his skin, they flexed with every sensation he felt and every one he provided. 

You had always assumed it was the color of his eyes that was so magnificent, and indeed it was a lovely shade, but it was his angular brows and straight lashes that highlighted them so beautifully. 

New appreciation for his muscles - not just eye candy, not just strength - but their persistence and importance in keeping him alive. Across his abdomen, seamless symmetry, pair after pair of ridges. Overstimulated sweat covered and complimented every curve, his own spotlight. 

Your goal was to kiss every inch of him, make love to every inch of him. Lips curled to meet his crevices, leaving saliva and praise all throughout your path. “You’re perfect, Levi.” Again, you were crying. Tears dripped to his skin, medicine. “Perfect.”

Having danced with death, Levi was also experiencing a new infatuation with you. After hours of seeing nothing but black, your body was a constellation to explore. He had lost some digits, but two were enough to run his fingers through your hair. Smooth skin invited his hands to savor you, further welcoming with your singing nerves and satisfied sighs. Likewise, after hearing nothing but silence, your whines and whispers moved mountains within him. When he felt so broken, so useless, you managed to lift him up. You tugged him free from his constraints and marveled at his livelihood. Long and admiring was your stare at his erection, forcing him to acknowledge the proof that one thing still worked. 

Labored was his attempt to sit up, to take hold of you, but you placed your palms to his pecs and pushed down, “Levi, it’s okay.” Leaning over, your breast met his chest as your lips fell beside his ear, drawing shudders as you cooed, “I’ll take care of you tonight.”

Mindfully, you reversed the roles: using him as a crutch, signaling his worth and aid to you. By your hold on his shoulders, you sturdied yourself as you lowered your sex down onto his lap. You were ready. Your bodies were ready. Anticipation clearly coated his cock from tip to base. Your folds yearned to be filled, drooling onto your thighs with hunger. 

The back of your hand grazed his forehead, brushing his bangs - slick with sweat - aside. Unbroken eye contact. Unbroken vows: to love each other in sickness and in health. You smiled, he nodded. You inhaled deeply. He exhaled shakily. Lowering yourself down, he pushed himself up as much as he could. Enveloping him. Within you. Together at last. 

In that moment, the separation nearly felt worth it. In the sea of your love, a current of sympathetic sadism. The strife of his injuries had strung him to his last wit, making the second he entered you that much more intense. Levi strained beneath you, immaculate curses fallen past his cracked lips. Bringing Levi to tears and to the brink of bliss, you were certain there was no bigger confidence boost, no greater incentive to fuck him with all you had.

But then, when you did, you realized the true motive: how he made you feel. 

Face scrunched with each rise and fall, fingernails threatened to pierce his skin. Clutching him, you stumbled through your words - breaks between your repetitions. “It - It feels… You feel…” 

Levi swore his heart could have exploded with tension over what you were going to say, that was until you uttered the words that made his heart stop, “so fucking good.”

On his face, relief. Within your walls, elation. “Y-Yeah?” Levi moaned, a combination of clarification and pleasure. “F’Feels… good?”

“Oh yes, baby…” So good, you couldn’t stop. So good, you lost yourself. His passion so lively, so blinding, you nearly forgot about his critical condition. Rolled back eyes snapped open, checking on him. You nearly halted your pace and panicked, “You doing okay?”

Canines bit his lip, but its sting was washed away in your presence, captivating. Squinted eyes, narrowed brows, Levi threw his hand over his mouth and muffled himself, nodding instead.

You smirked, too cute for his own good, that was how you usually reacted. Tonight, though, after all the loathing and depreciation you had both witnessed and felt, your vision was swayed. Lightly but deliberately, you pinched his wrist and lifted it above his head. “No need to hide, darling.” Tongue pried his lips open. “Let me see you. Let me hear you.”

Levi managed just a sliver, but that shred of his silver gaze was enough. “I - I’m f’fine!” He stressed. “I… promise.” 

You lowered one brow in dubious concern, but he insisted breathlessly. “Please…” he whimpered, “Please keep going!” 

Finally, you rolled your head back and sighed, he asked you for something. Something you could provide. Something you could fix for your lover so broken. With this goal in reach, you shared his desire for utility. Sex was survival, evolutionary, feral. The only thing that could make you fuck a patient senseless. The only thing that could make him forget his failures. The only thing that would heal both of you.

Oh, how he needed it. So hard against your soft insides. A length that reached for the stars. Warm passion mortared with yours, inciting smacks and screams that echoed for the voyeuristic pines. 

“P-Please…” Levi begged. Let me cum. Don’t leave me. Stay mine forever. He yearned to say everything, but with your tidaling sensation and his fogged mind, the most he could manage was just the one word. Louder and louder, “Please, (Y/N)...” until his own climax cut him off, “P-Plea - hah’Ahh!!”

Steep and rapid thrusts, you were made speechless - not only by the pleasure they brought within you, but by how impressive they were. So much about him had changed, and he had every reason to be lethargic, but the power he demonstrated had not faded. Your heart sang with admiration, humanity’s strongest for a reason. 

You hummed, unabashedly drinking up the symptoms of his release. Well familiar with his display, your hips knew just how to match the rhythm of his convulsions. Eventually, they slowed. Eventually, he was able to open his eye again. You saw his panic, the embarrassment, having finished first. When his seed hit your furthest depths and you seized around him, though, it was wordlessly communicated: he had no regrets, nothing to be sorry for, for his climax was what brought you to yours. 

Well, wordless in a sense. Your incoherent cries and broken syllables were of no lexicon, but a language he was fluent in. Eight fingers clutched your back, helping you through your last few rhythms, “Come on. Come on, I’ve got you.”

“Fuck!” You reveled. You were the luckiest person in the world. Even before the pillowtalk, in the midst of your orgasm, you could already see: no one else would mute their stinging nerves just to make you feel a bit better, no one else would prioritize your happiness over their own, no one else would share your tears in the same night they shared your bed. In this dying world, there was only one man alive who would love you as you did him. And he was yours.

All yours. 

masterlist

[eggtartz]

✧ 6th October ✧

Eren Yeager // Showers (f! survey corps doctor reader)

kinktober masterlist

warnings : shower sex, squirting

upon seeing the marleyan air transportation with onyakopon behind it, the guards were alerted as the war between marleyans and the people of paradis had officially started with eren consuming the jaw titan. being the doctor for the survey corps, you were saddened by the fact that you were welcomed with the news of sasha braus one of your comrades has passed away. dissecting her was hard but watching her getting buried is harder. you swiped your wet hair behind your ear as you caught a glimpse of eren at the burial.

"what happened? who shot her? sasha was our best shooter, what could've killed her?" you said as you pulled the man's arm. he was quiet and distancing as he always have after knowing what relies across of the sea isnt freedom but more enemies. his cerulean eyes bore into yours "a brat" he said and he walked away. it was hard times for the corps to move on with so many comrades dying and the threat from marleyan. that evening, you sat on the discussion table as zeke yeager, yelena, hange, levi and eren discussed on how to eradicate eldians for good.

the meeting ended as you approached eren "you look shabby, eren" you commented, flicking his hair "want some help with that? captain doesn't like it when people are filthy, you know" you added, despite knowing eren is more than capable to disobey levi's orders.

"a bath, you suggest? " he asked, his tired and hoarse voice could be heard as you nodded. "a little bath and a trim of your hair, deal?" he smiled slightly and nodded "see you at the showers then"

a while later you met him in the showers as he had a towel around his waist "strip?" he asked but you shrugged "any way you want, i just wanna clean you" you waited with shampoo and soap in hand. he soaked his body first as you looked away and when you noticed water trickling on the floor, you looked back at him as his body is soaked wet as the towel is still around his waist. you stand on a stool to reach his hair, pouring shampoo and massaging his scalp and hair while he closed his eyes. neither of you talked yet the interaction was comfortable. neither of you were close before yet the moment isnt awkward.

his hair is horribly matted as you pulled on the strands, trimming his hair while your shampooing his scalp you knew damn well he hasn't done in a while. he looked up to you with eyes so deep you can fall but there was a restrain, like a barrier that prevent you from doing so. "you're getting wet" he commented as water dripped to your shirt "it's okay, it'll dry" you said without much thought. "you should open it, so it won't get wet again" he said, pulling your arm "do i? is that something i need to do or something I need to do for you?" you asked

"you never noticed did you?"

"noticed what?"

"that you're sexy as hell and i like you" your hands stopped massaging his scalp "what do you mean?" you asked but he gave smug look "it's exactly what it meant. i like you y/n but i understand if you don't" he said calmly, sometimes it's a mystery on what's going on in his head. a mystery that you yourself is curious about too. you lowered yourself to look at him in the eyes "i do, eren. i like you too" you said gently as he smirked, uncertainty in his eyes. you bring his face close to you and found the courage to kiss him gently, finding a rhythm harmonious with him. eren hummed as he bought you to sit on his lap, content with the kisses.

you could felt a slight bulge under you, the towel material shifting as you slowly grind on his clothed dick. "eren, i-"

"go ahead, y/n. i waited too long for this" he said as his eyes are hazy, hands ripping the towel away to reveal his hard cock, dripping with precum from the slit. you slightly moaned at the sight, too erotic and too much. you rubbed the head againts your pussy which made you whine because of how fucking good the friction was.

you made small whines as eren held to your waist, his nails digging into your flesh as self-restraint. he groaned when you slowly placed his cock inside your oozy walls, the feeling is too good. you slowly ride him, already growing wet as you whimpered, his cock basically impaling your insides and arranging them back. "e-eren.." you whined as he placed small kisses on your shoulder "need help?" he grinned, lifting your hips and pulling them down with force as you almost screamed. you bit down his shoulders as he increased the pressure and speed as you clenched his cock "not.. not too tight, y/n.. you're gonna make me cum" he hissed as you grew limp.

you drooled on his cock, incoherently babbling as he used your pussy like a cheap cocksleeve at a punishing pace. you squirted clear juices on his dick that made the man crumble "when i thought you couldn't get sexier" he thrusted slow but deep as you mewled. "a-ah.. eren.. too hard.. too much"

"but you can handle it, take it. take it!" he grunted, drilling into your pussy as you almost screamed "oh god.. oh fuck! s-so good, eren.." you moaned as he came inside, spurting fresh cum into your needy pussy. you panted as his hands caressed your back "i don't know about you but i'm gonna need a round two"

[wanderlust-in-my-soul]

Hi Josi 😊 For the Top 5 BL: Best Hug and / or Most Beloved Sidecouples ✨

Uuhhhh, two in one! Maxine, thank you for this ask ❤

I love a good hug. Seeing those feels like I get a hug (and sometimes it makes me feel really single). There are the hugs that you can feel through your screen, some of them you just want to look away, because this moment belongs only to the couple on screen, they are just so intimate and there are so ones where one wants to crawl into the other one and I am here for this kind of hug. This desperate need for each others closeness.

The start makes the oldest one on this list:

My School President

Their hugs just felt so good! I loved giffing those moments. They needed the other one physical close, they felt peace in those hugs and it was their way to show how much they cared for each other. I loved every single one of those hugs!

I just realised the next ones are all just some really desperate hugs... and I love them! I have a thing for them...

Kiseki: Dear To Me

This hug felt so good. Finally they were reunited again. Finally they could hold each other again. And damn this was such a beautiful hug! They hugged with their whole body and soul. Imagine holding the love of your life finally in your arms again after years of spending apart. I love it!

Tokyo In April Is...

There is no space for anything else between them. Kazuma made sure of that. He neeeded Ren to feel this hug, and for himself to feel this closeness again. Both are in love with each other, even though they couldn't tell each other yet, but for us viewers it was cristal clear. This hug alone made it clear for us. I love this hug so much!

Pit Babe

Yes Babe, cry because you're so happy to have Charlie back in your arms! Beautiful. I needed this, he needed this and Charlie needed this too! We all needed this! And I love Pavel's facial expressions in this moment.

I Feel You Linger I The Air

The most desperate hug after the most saddest fuck this year! Such a beautiful scene! They knew they didn't have much time left and just made love. They wanted and needed to feel every inch of each other, and it felt so intimate, I had the urge to look away and let them have this time alone in closeness and happiness and desperation.

And now after these beautiful scenes we go on to my favorite side couples 2023. I love a good side couple I can concentrate on and forget about the main couple 😅

The first couple is one of the most precious ones of this year. We knew them and we knew they had incredibly chemistry and could act really nice, but nevertheless they blew us away:

Heart and LiMing from Moonlight Chicken

Their story was so wholesome and important. Their journey was so good. LiMing's struggles with his mum and his uncle, the money and the fact that he wanted to see the world were so ordinary and felt so real it was so good. And Heart's problems with his parents and the urge to be more independent and to be seen felt so sad and Gemini was so good. Oh I love these two and their stories!

Next we have a show I didn't like that much, but I was in love with the side couple. They were the only reason why I kept up with this show.

Zeke and Fifth from My Story

They had an extreme intense chemistry. I loved them on screen and their journey to finally become a couple. I was hyped for their own show and was so let down. I couldn't watch it. It was too much cringe for me, but this is just personal preference. In My Story I adored them and this scene especially.

Next is the couple, that has the most entries in all of my Top 5s this year:

AiDi and ChenYi from Kiseki: Dear To Me

I love them. They stole the show and my heart. Their dynamic is so adorable after they finally become a thing. In the beginning I was a little put off. I didn't understand their relationship, but within a few episodes this changed I was rooting for them so much! I was so happy when ChenYi finally understood his feelings for AiDi and AiDi finally got what he wanted desperatley for years!

I don't know if the next one counts... The show has three couples and I guess one was the main couple. Well, I cared more about the other ones.

Love Class 2

Maru and Minwoo had the softest kiss this year in my opinion and Sungmin and Joohyuk had this lap-situation and everything else that came after. I really enjoyed their stories and their characters. The main couple was just not that interesting for me. But because of the side couples (or the other main couples) I enjoyed this series so much!

I close this list with a couple, that is a little bit problematic for me. I don't like the series that much, mostly because of the main couple and the bad writing for them. But the writing for this side couple was so much worse!

Jaab and Jane from Step By Step

I was so pissed with their ending! What was that? There was no real conclusion and I still don't know if they are happy together now. They had this huge cheating plot (and I like those tropes, but only with a good solution in the end) and before they could work on that Jane was never seen again. This was so sturpid, I was so angry. I wanted them to have their own stupid happily ever after, but no, we have some creepy stalker like behavior and some mystery... no thank you, but besides that I liked them so much and I wanted so much more of them!

Ask me Top 5 BL Anything from 2023

[queenimmadolla]

“Your my best friend” Fluff and romance with Eddie?

love this!

  “You’re my best friend, Eddie. Of course I want to talk to you, be around you. Things are just…different now. It’s not just you and me anymore.”

  Eddie froze mid-pace, hands placed on his lower back as he stared at you. You were sitting on a log, on his jacket because he knew you hated getting your clothes dirty–you hadn’t even asked before he was spreading it down for you when you’d arrived at the secluded location half an hour ago.

  You were right, he knew it. Things were different. Had been different. Because you two weren’t just best friends. Not since his second failed year as a senior. That had been the year he’d fully realized his attraction to you and how it went far beyond just physical interest. Now, you had this bullshit ships passing in the night thing going on.

  Eddie Munson was in love with you. And he knew you had feelings for him, too.

  That scared the living shit out of him. So, he did what he did best. 

  He ran.

  It should’ve been you he took to prom, but it was Carly Sorenson at his side that night– giving Zeke Evans the chance to have you pressed against him. And then it should’ve been you he was crooning love songs to on Valentine’s Day the following year, but it had been Maggie Walthers on the other end of all that affection since Zeke Evans was continuously surprising you with obnoxiously cute gifts at every damn corner. This year…two months ago, it was Chrissy Cunningham pressing a kiss to his cheek as they both ended their relationship because their hearts belonged to people who weren’t each other.

  And it was still Zeke Evans who was trying to reconcile with you now that your on-and-off relationship was indeed off.

  Eddie knew you were considering it, that's why you’d been so distant with him, making it nearly impossible for him to confess, even if he could find the words and bravery to do so.

  He’d managed to get you down to Lover’s Lake and brought up your avoidance, but apparently you hadn’t been avoiding him. You just hadn’t been looking for him like you always did when you were single. Which made him panic, because he knew you went looking for him to try and tell him how you felt and he always had shitty timing so he was with someone else. But you hadn’t this time.

  You hadn’t gone looking for him. You didn’t want him anymore. He fucked everything up by waiting this long and Zeke would forever have the honor of being your person.

  Eddie tried not to wince, his smile appearing more defeated than bitter because despite the gaping hole sensation spreading from his stomach to his chest–he could live with the heartbreak if he knew you were happy, and that he’d always have his best friend.

  “It’s not, huh?” The tip of his battered Reeboks met a rock, kicking it across the water. Well, that was far-fetched, stupid thing didn’t even skip. Just sank with an unimpressive plomp. Like Eddie. 

  He glanced up at you through long lashes, only a little wet from a moment of weakness on the drive up to meet you. You shook your head, lips twisted into a mournful smile of your own as you fiddled with your fingers.

  “Didn’t think so.” He mumbled, more to himself as he sat down on the log, right next to you. You bumped your shoulder to his and he did the same, huffing as a speckle of joy returned to him, “You wanna know a secret?”

  You lifted your chin.

  “You’re my best friend, too.”

  Eddie let out an inhuman sound as you playfully whacked his chest. 

  “That’s not a secret, Eddie! There is literally not a singular soul in town who doesn’t know that. Even the Mayor knows!”

  Eddie let out a content sigh as he thought back to that boring town hall meeting he’d been forced to attend for extra credit–and he hadn’t been able to lie about going since every participant had to check in with O’Donnell, who had also been in attendance. Like the angel you were, you’d offered to go with him. But Eddie had decided he’d much rather appreciate you in a setting that wasn’t that one, so he stood up, shrieked something about communism, grabbed your hand and ran the hell out of there.

  And he still got his extra credit ‘cause he showed up, O’Donnell hadn’t wanted to give it to him but you’d successfully argued for him.

  With the way Eddie made sure to take you with him when he fled, he was positive the Mayor thought the two of you were more than friends. If only.

  “That’s pretty legendary, I’m happy for us.” He commented, elbow resting on his knees and chin resting on his fist.

  You laughed into his shoulder and the misery faded entirely from Eddie, how could he be even a little bit sad with you nuzzling into him like that? The depression could wait until he got home.

  “I’m happy for us, too.” You agreed, placing your hands on either side of you and straightening, leaving Eddie feeling oh so suddenly cold, and with something else. 

  Your hand was right there, palm down on his jacket. All he had to do was be brave enough to hold it. Unlike all the other times he’d held your hand–always leading you somewhere, making sure you didn’t get lost in a crowd, helping you up and helping you down–this one would have no real purpose other than to simply hold your hand.

  No more platonic meanings. Purely romantic. 

  You’d immediately know what he was trying to say. Trying to tell you.

  And you could easily crush him, crush his heart, crush his soul by rightfully prying your hand away and leaving him behind, broken for daring to defy the What If. 

  It’s what he’d been scared of all these years, what kept him running and from asking you to be his. Everything would change in an instant, be it for better or for worse.

  Eddie didn’t have to think twice, he could put himself back together, tape the shards of himself in place but he couldn’t let you go again.

  He placed his palm over your much smaller one.

  You turned your hand over, palm up, so you could intertwine your fingers and he squeezed.

  You were wrong, you both knew it.

  It was just you and Eddie.

[animeisfornerdz]

The Ultimatum || Zeke Jaeger

Synopsis - Zeke see's you and General Theo Magath in an intimate moment. The next day he pulls you one side and confronts you, giving you an ultimatum.

Warnings - NSFW. Dub-Con/Non-Con.

Word Count - 1.9k

[Caffeinate Me]

You were pushed up against the wall in the alleyway. General Theo Magath’s hands trailed down your waist and his lips were pushed up against yours, kissing you eagerly. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered breathily against your lips. His tongue licked your bottom lip, as if asking for entrance to your mouth, while one of his hands grabbed your right breast. 

You let out a soft whimper, revelling in the feeling of his hands pawing at your body. Quickly you came to your senses and shook your head, “we can’t do this here,” you whispered.

“Why not?” He asked, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth. 

“Somebody might see us!” You protested, although letting out soft moans. 

“Nobody will see us here my darling,” he whispered. 

General Theo Magath pulled away from your lips for a second to look into your eyes, reassuring you with a silent glance. You took a shaky breath and nodded. Almost instantly, General Magath turned you around so you were facing the wall before pulling down your trousers and underwear, marvelling at your exposed cunt before him. This wasn’t your first time with the General, in fact, the two of you had been in a secret relationship for the last few weeks. Nobody knew though; nobody could know. A Marleyan and an Eldian? It was practically unheard of and the two of you would be shunned for it. Despite this, you still took his breath away. He quickly pulled his cock out of his trousers and lined himself up with your entrance before slamming inside of you relentlessly. 

What you didn’t know is that somebody was watching you the entire time. 

The next day seemed relatively normal. You woke up, had breakfast and then headed straight to the training field. Your lover gave you a quick smirk before ordering you to train. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, not even when Zeke Jaeger stayed behind after training to talk to you. The blonde would often do that in order to keep bonds between the Warriors. He leaned against the wall as you switched your shoes, looking down on you through his glasses. You felt his stare and looked up at him, giving a smile before saying, “what’s wrong Zeke?” You turned your attention back to your shoes. 

“So,” he whispered. “You and the General, huh?” 

Your eyes widened and your movements slowed as you looked back up at Zeke. “W-What?” You asked, a slight stammer on your tongue. 

“You and General Magath. You’re fucking, right?” Zeke asked, lighting up a cigarette. 

You shook your head, “no.”

“That’s not what I saw,” Zeke grinned, the now lit cigarette placed firmly between his lips. He took a drag of it before blowing the smoke your way. “I saw him fucking you yesterday. Outside in the alleyway.”

“Y-You saw that?” You asked. Your face was red with embarrassment, but also with fear. 

“Oh I saw that,” Zeke repeated. He knelt down in front of you and smirked sadistically. “You don’t want me to tell, do you?” He asked, his voice sickeningly sweet like honey. All you could do was shake your head. “Then I have something I want you to do for me.” You nodded silently, lips parted ever so slightly and eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. 

There was silence for a moment as Zeke stared into your eyes. You knew he was enjoying the moment. Enjoying the power he had over you in the current situation. You gulped slightly before saying, “what is it you want me to do for you?” 

Zeke threw his half-smoked cigarette on the floor and stomped on it with his boot to put it out before looking around. It was as if he was looking for somebody. When he saw no one around, he looked at you again. His hand went down to his crotch area, fumbling with the zipper on his trousers. “Suck,” he ordered. 

“E-Excuse me?” You asked, eyes widening even more. 

“You heard me,” Zeke said, raising an eyebrow. His zipper was down and he was already pulling his flaccid cock out. “Suck.” You stared him in the eyes for a few seconds, trying to deduce whether or not he was joking, but when he shoved his cock in your face you realised he was being deadly serious. “If you don’t want people to know, you’ll suck my dick.” 

You were unable to protest before Zeke was forcing your mouth open and shoving his cock into your mouth. He let out a soft groan as he began to fuck your face, cock hardening in your mouth by the second. You rolled your eyes back into your head as you hollowed your cheeks, already desperate to please him. You didn’t want anyone to know about you and General Theo Magath. 

Zeke’s left hand wrapped around the strands of hair on top of your head and moved you along his length. His cock hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag on his length. “That’s a good girl,” Zeke mumbled, eyes fixed on your mouth. Your tongue swirled around his tip and Zeke shivered at the contact, eyes closing momentarily before opening again. He fucked your face ruthlessly, not giving you a second to breathe. You felt yourself getting wetter by the second as Zeke continued his movements. So much so, you dropped one of your hands to your crotch and began to palm yourself through your pants. “Dirty girl. Are you getting off from this? Huh? You getting off from me fucking your throat?” He asked hoarsely. You closed your eyes and nodded a simple ‘yes’, a soft moan erupting in your throat. The moan came out muffled, mouth still full of Zeke’s cock. Without warning, Zeke removed his cock from your mouth and you sighed dramatically, almost missing the feeling of being full. “Do you want more, huh?” You nodded. “Answer me with words, pretty thing, do you want more?”

You stared up at Zeke for a few seconds before you finally responded. “Will you tell anybody about me and the General if I do this?” You asked softly, voice trembling and throat hurting. 

Zeke shook his head. “No, I won’t tell anyone.”

You nodded to yourself and stood up, watching as Zeke’s cock bobbed up and down as he stared down at you. “Okay,” you whispered. 

Zeke took your hand and dragged you to the edge of the training field where no one would be able to see the two of you. He checked once more that nobody was around before he attached his lips to your neck. In surprise, you let out a soft whimper. Your eyes were still wide as Zeke continued his assault on your neck, licking and sucking at the soft flesh that separated him from your jugular vein. One of his hands began to unbutton your trousers with ease as his other hand pumped his still hardened cock. “You be a good girl for me and your secret is safe,” Zeke whispered. You nodded quickly, closing your eyes and revelling in the feeling of his lips on your neck. You couldn’t help the guilt that pooled in your stomach, however. When your trousers and underwear were pooled at your ankles, Zeke slicked a finger up your folds slowly. You let out a soft gasp as your body shivered at his touch. “You’re so wet,” Zeke mumbled, his finger slowly pushing into your entrance, stretching you out. 

“No I’m not,” you mumbled, face flushing red. 

Zeke didn’t say anything, instead he withdrew his finger from your cunt and lifted it to your mouth. “Taste it,” he whispered huskily. You shook your head, but Zeke wasn’t taking no for an answer. He pushed his finger past your lip and into your mouth. “Suck,” he said. Your eyes went wide but you did as he said. You sucked your juices off his finger and Zeke let out a soft moan as he felt your tongue wrap around his digit. “Good girl.” 

He retracted his finger and smiled sweetly at you before lowering his hand back down to your pussy. This time, he inserted two fingers into you. You let out another moan as he fully sheathed his fingers inside of you, your eyes rolling back into your head. “Oh fuck-” you whimpered. 

“Feel good?” Zeke asked as his fingers began to curl inside of you. You couldn’t talk, only nod as he began to move slowly. “Good girl.” 

Your back was pressed against the wall, arching as Zeke reached that special spot inside of you. You let out a choked cry as he sped his fingers up. “I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered. 

“That’s a good girl,” Zeke mumbled. “Cum for me. Cum for me and your secret is safe.” Without any other words, you came, and hard. Your eyelids fluttered. A string of ‘fuck’s’ left your lips as you did. Once Zeke was satisfied, he pulled his fingers away from you and continued to pump at his erect length. He turned you around so you were facing the wall and lined himself up before slowly pushing himself in, inch by inch. “You’re being so good for me,” Zeke cooed in your ear as he bottomed out into you. You bite your bottom lip as he began to thrust himself into your cunt trying your hardest not to let out any sounds for fear of being caught. Zeke’s hands travelled to your covered breasts, cupping them desperately., kneading them with everything he had. He was panting in your ear as he continued his movements. “You know, if you keep squeezing around me like that, I won’t last,” he panted. 

“Can’t help it,” you whimpered. “It feels so good.”

“You’re right,” Zeke gasped. “It feels better than I imagined.”

You felt yourself nearing your second orgasm as Zeke violated your hole, pumping inside of you almost desperately. “Going to cum again,” you whined. Zeke just nodded his head, signalling he too was close. “Zeke!” You cried out, grasping the wall in front of you as your orgasm washed over you. This time, your legs shook violently and you had to try your hardest to keep yourself up as Zeke continued to thrust into you roughly. 

“God baby, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned and with a few more staggered thrusts, spilled himself deep inside of you. Zeke was breathing was ragged as he pulled out of you with a ‘pop’. You found yourself whimpering from the loss of contact as he retracted his dick and zipped up his trousers. “You were such a good girl,” he whispered after a few moments of silence. “It’s a shame I have to tell on you.”

Your eyes widened. “But you said-”

“I know, I know,” he whispered, his voice sickeningly sweet. Zeke tilted his head to the side as he watched you pull up your own trousers quickly, shaking with each movement. 

“You can’t!” You cried out, tears pooling at your lower lash line. “You promised!” Zeke shook his head as he began to walk away, leaving you feeling used and violated. “You promised!” You screamed after him. 

Zeke didn’t turn around, nor did he stop. He had already made his mind up from the second he saw you and General Magath having sex. Now, you had to face the consequences. He just had to have you once before he told.

[quills-of-freedom]

Headcanons (s/o who struggles to orgasm part II)

You can read part I here.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW Smut

Porco - Zeke - Pieck - Erwin - Levi

Porco

Like Reiner, it genuinely upsets him that you have a hard time to orgasm. He just wants you to be able to see stars and express his love for you in the most tender ways.

He’ll try not to let on its bothering him, but unlike Reiner, it’s a lot easier to tell when Porco is upset.

He goes for a long walk and clears his head - setting up a plan of action.

He’ll sit you down and apologize for allowing it to bother him. From there on he’s understanding, patient and supportive.

It’ll probably take a little longer with Porco from the way he reacted at first. But when you do, he’s never genuinely “WOO-HOO” ’d so hard in his life.

Obviously he waited til you were done for that but as you were coming undone around him, his ears prick up like an alerted animal, that sneer smearing across his face.

High fives himself in the bathroom.

Zeke

Zeke isn’t surprised at all. He’s wise, experienced and older. It’s nothing he hasn’t seen before.

So he just bides his time, acting like nothing is out of the ordinary (which really, it isn’t)

Pays extra special attention to your clit and g-spot.

Memorises your body map and where you like things to be. Extra attentive to the sounds you make.

Has a genuine, cliché “eureka” moment when you climax.

Because really, he knew it was only a matter of time, experimentation, you feeling comfortable and body exploration.

Pieck

Pieck is probably the same as you. She’s extremely soft and understanding about it.

“Girl, don’t even get me started.”

You probably experiment together, this deepening your bond from the get go.

You both make jokes about trying so many positions you’ll end up shagging on a twister game mat.

You’ll probably cum with each other pretty easily after feeling so at ease with one another.

Aw this is actually lovely. 💓

Erwin

Like Zeke, he’s more knowledgeable about the female anatomy and being more of a veteran in that sense too.

It doesn’t surprise him. At all. Like, news flash? It’s totally normal.

He won’t stop fucking you until you’re satisfied though - even when you haven’t managed to finish.

He doesn’t mind that. At all. It’s all about give and take.

With how amazing he is about it (and his daddy dilf vibes) it doesn’t take toolong to reach your goal.

He’s happy you got there, he praises you and congratulated you but really, nothing much changes.

Levi

A little disappointed in the back of his mind that he can’t make you feel as amazing as you make him feel, but other than that, he’s not phased.

He just paces himself a lot more with you, lavishing you with compliments and affection, taking things good and slow.

He’s instinctively mind blowing beneath the sheets so it wouldn’t be too long until your screaming his name.

When you do, his eyebrow arches. So that’s how it’s done, huh?

He can’t wait to have you screaming his name like that again.

[highgoon69]

Failed to Protect

♥Pairing╰┈➤ Levi Ackerman x Reader

♥Content/Warnings╰┈➤ Death, angst

♥Word Count╰┈➤ 391

♥Author's Note╰┈➤ Obviously this is short but like... I was feeling a little angsty. Literally was in the middle of playing Town of Salem 2 when I got this idea. Had to leave the game just to type it out real fast. I literally wrote it in the span of maybe 20 minutes, so if it's bad that's why lol. Please, enjoy!!

Fuck. 

Nothing ever went right. It was like the universe had decided that Levi deserved to be miserable. He tried so hard. Constantly. All he ever did was fight, try to make up for anything he had done wrong in his past, try and protect those around him. He was over it. He wanted to rest. 

He stared down at you, his heart hitting the floor beneath him the longer he looked. He had heard the gunshots. Had heard the resounding screams. But he thought, maybe, one of their guns had just gone off accidentally. Then, the crying started. He wasn’t supposed to check. He knew that, not with Zeke sitting right in front of him. He was charged with keeping an eye on the ugly ape. And Eren. 

It’s not my fault, he thought. It couldn’t be. 

But Levi knew better. Everyone he loved, everyone he cared for, they always ended up dead. He was only one man. He could only do so much. He could’ve saved you, though. If he hadn’t been holed up in that stupid room, looking down at Zeke and Eren. If he had forced you to stay on the island like he originally planned. You’d fought him on the idea, though. You had to be there, had to help, had to try and keep everyone safe and together. And look where it got you. 

“Connie…” Eren muttered, gaze turned to the floor as he hunched forward in his seat. “What were their final words?”

Levi thought about that moment. It was burned into his memory. He hadn’t looked up from the brothers, not even when Connie had pronounced you dead. He couldn’t move. Every limb was frozen in place. 

“They said…” Levi could feel Connie’s eyes burning a hole into the side of his head. “... Levi.”

Of course. Of course the last thing you thought of was him. Levi felt the strength leave him as he fell to his knees beside your lifeless body. The scouts around him were crying, heaving out breaths as they watched on. But Levi couldn’t breathe. He stared and stared and stared, trying his best to suck in even the smallest bit of air. It was impossible. There was no point. You were dead. 

Another person he failed to protect.

[arminsumi]

HELLO! You're literally one of the best writers that I've found here on tumblr, you write Eren so good😭, Idk if you're accepting any requests ATM if you're not, just ignore this🙇🏻‍♀️ BUT I HAVE THIS UH THOUGHT, college student Eren x reader likeeeeee Eren is chasing after reader, (Zeke's best friend, they're both also in college) that's all, iloveoyyou

Awh ily too! Ty for your req and kind words!

Puppylike

Oneshot / E. Jaeger

Eren just has this puppylike quality about him. He really likes you and wants to enjoy your company more, but it his brother receives almost all your attention.

Cws; fluff, slight angst, mentions smoking (Zeke), slight jealousy

Notes on reader; gn!

Notes on au; college!au

Puppylike.

That was how you described your best friend's brother. But it was only you who described him like that. I mean, some people called him a vulture, or an arrogant asshole, or a deadpan bitch. The list goes on.

But to you, he was puppylike. Because when he was around you he assumed this role of an adoring-eyed, head-tilted college boy. He trotted behind you and Zeke from lecture to lecture.

One bright day, you visited the Jaeger house. Emphasis on bright; the sun was ruthlessly scalding your scalp while you knocked at the front door. The Jaeger house was... well, not just a house, but an awfully extravagant mansion, its architecture was pleasing to the eye.

"Oh, hey." Eren greeted you when he opened the front door.

He stared at you for a moment, then spoke again. "Uh, Zeke is out right now. Um, wanna come in anyways? He'll be back in an hour."

"Okay!" You beamed up at him.

He stepped aside for you to walk in. God he was tall, he was practically a skyscraper. You two had a hilarious height difference. You couldn't help but laugh whenever he pulled you into a hug and awkwardly smushed your face into your torso.

You and Eren went up to his bedroom on the second floor, and even though he tried hard to maintain his deadpan expression, he let his excitement slip through his eyes and body language. See, he really fucking liked you, but he was too intimidated by the fact that you were his brother's best friend to have actually asked you out.

He idled around his room shyly before you started a conversation.

"Did you get it restrung?" You asked, nodding towards his guitar which rested with its neck against his desk.

"Huh? Oh, oh yeah I did." He replied.

"Then play something for me! C'mon, pretty please?" You asked, pouting after he showed reluctance.

"I haven't practiced in a while..." He mumbled.

"Please?" You begged, more so with your eyes than your voice.

He gave in because of those eyes, those sweetly begging eyes. He was only like this with you. You could have snapped your fingers and he would have been there, at your feet, with whatever you requested, even if what you requested was the whole world.

Eren took his guitar by the neck and positioned it on his thigh. He had such a gentle way of handling things, a manner about him that you could only describe as an 'endearing brunette feeling'.

He strummed a few chords and tuned his guitar accordingly. If only you knew how much he liked you. He refrained from retuning his guitar with Armin yesterday just so that he could retune it with you instead, because he thought you might find it cool that he could do that.

After he fiddled with the pegs, Eren strummed again. His fingers then plucked the strings while you watched. The vibrations of the melodies was so wonderful that you could feel it reverberating deep in your chest; it was one of those ungodly expensive acoustic guitars, one you could have never even fathomed buying.

Eren started playing something familiar, and your ears quickly picked up the notes; it was the acoustic version of your favorite song.

"That's nice..." You praised, letting your eyes flutter shut so you could drift off to the melody. Each vibration of the strings quelled your buzzing nerves.

See, it was a hot day. A melt-your-face-off kind of hot day. Unbearable heat. And yet you still went over to Zeke's house for a study session.

Usually you two studied at the library. But sometimes, to Eren's contentment, it was at the Jaeger house. If Zeke ever notified Eren that you were coming, this is what usually happened;

Zeke would yell from his bedroom, "Eren, Y/n is coming over in about 'ten."

Eren would spring from his bed and scramble the mess.

"TEN MINUTES!? Why didn't you tell me sooner, you dick! I don't even- I don't even look good!" And then he would fuss with his hair in the mirror.

Today, though, Eren averted this crisis because he knew you were coming. He cunningly gave Zeke some excuse to be out of the house so that when you knocked on the door, Eren could be the one to answer it and steal some time with you before your study session.

Eren just always felt like his brother hogged all of your attention and time. When there was an opportunity to steal your company, he seized it in a heartbeat.

So, he sat there strumming a song for you, too shy to speak, but contented to be alone with you.

You opened your eyes to observe him; he was in his natural habitat, hair spilling over his shoulders, clad in that black tank top that drives you crazy. He was so sorely attractive yet so sorely unaware of it, which in some way made him all the more attractive.

Zeke came back home and announced his arrival by making this coughing-yelling noise in the foyer (it's an inside joke between them, who knows what it means). Eren just seemed disappointed that his brother had come back from the store so quickly.

"Anyone home?" Zeke called again, climbing the stairs.

"Oh, we're up here!" You replied.

"Hello hello." He greeted you two, entering Eren's bedroom.

Zeke suggested you have some food and drink before studying.

"I wanna study in your pool." You said, and this caught Eren's attention.

You three were heading downstairs to the kitchen; a very luxurious kitchen, of course... their dad is a doctor.

"You'll get the textbooks wet." Zeke said, but you persisted.

"Dude, it's like ten billion degrees outside today! And you have a pool, and I don't, and I wanna swim!" You complained.

Eren's whole being became shyly muted when Zeke joined your company. But his eyes spoke to you. They blazed so brilliantly for a moment that it captivated your attention. He felt electrified by the eye contact.

Unfortunately, though, your attention was stolen by his brother because he started talking to you. And now all Eren felt was this dull burn of jealousy.

After a quick lunch (and I mean it was just a thrown-together sandwich on your part and a fancy meal on Zeke's part) you three went out back to the pool.

The bright sun made Eren squint, and you just had to check him out; he looked so good already, how could he look even better? You always wondered this, and then discovered that he got hotter each day just like the summer temperatures.

An hour later, his shirt came off and he descended into the pool with you, while Zeke refused to get wet and studied by the edge of the pool on the hot bricks. The heat just never seemed to affect those two like it did for you.

Zeke was trying his best to keep your attention on studying, but you kept going underwater.

"Pay attention, Y/n. They'll ask this stuff in the exam." Zeke sighed.

You laughed, "I'm listening!" You said, then waded to the edge of the pool. Like Eren, you propped your elbows on the hot bricks.

"Hot." You sighed in satisfaction, feeling the coldness of the pool water contrast to the hot bricks.

The smell of chlorine filled your lungs, as well as the Eren's cologne and the smoke that Zeke had lit up. Eren's cologne was the most distinct you've ever come across; it reminded you of a spicy rose.

Your attention slid off of Zeke, and you looked over to your left; and there it was; Eren's puppylike gaze.

He looked up adoringly at you, his eyes all big. They felt like two emerald pools that radiated sensual energy. His brows were heavy, and dark, and they hung over his eyes like a model.

It was such a brief moment, and then Zeke interrupted it.

"Alright, enough messing around. We've got work to do." He said, noticing how yours and Eren's atmospheres almost collided.

You groaned and made a big fuss about it, just to be dramatic. Eren seemed disappointed while climbing out of the pool behind you.

While heading into the house through the kitchen's backdoor, you looked back at him and spoke; "See you later, Eren." You said.

Eren nodded and combed the back of his wet hair. He pursed his lips, almost like it was an effort to keep his feelings from spilling out at you.

"Mmm, yeah."

[abbott976]

Eating for Two

Zeke double checked his grocery list as he took another lap through the refrigerated section. Tina was 36 weeks pregnant with their first child and her cravings only seemed to get stronger the closer it came for to their little one's due date.

Zeke had asked Bob to check in on Tina today while he ran some errands, knowing that Bob would bring Tina her biggest craving of all: a burger from his restaurant with extra extra cheese. Plus it gave Zeke piece of mind knowing that someone was there to look after her while he was out, since she'd begun nesting recently and decided nothing in the nursery was in the right place anymore.

Zeke felt a bit guilty knowing that Bob would get roped into moving the furniture around but took comfort in knowing that Tina was at least staying off of her feet.

He had one more item to get and he'd be heading back home. He'd already gotten her jar of peanut butter and those small gherkin pickles that had been a constant craving throughout the pregnancy. He had just added a fresh watermelon to his cart as well, which had become the latest addition to her snacking list. Since he knew Bob had the burger covered, he only had one more thing to cross of his list: sugar cookies. But not just any cookies, the ready to bake cookies with the holiday themes from the refrigerated section.

Unfortunately for Zeke, this was always the hardest thing on Tina's list to find. Zeke had been to three different stores today in between his other errands of getting the tires on his truck rotated and making a deposit at the bank. He knew he couldn't go home without those damn cookies unless he wanted to see Tina sob because he didn't have them.

"Fuck what aisle would they even be in? Does the picture really matter or will they taste the same as anything else?" Zeke wondered aloud to himself.

At this point he knew better than to verbalize his questions to his wife. Last time he'd done such a thing she'd cried for 20 minutes as she frantically explained that yes, the cheese from the deli did in fact taste different when it came from the one on the other side of town thank you very much. That was the moment Zeke learned to just do whatever he could to keep her happy and satisfied, knowing that would be his key to surviving this pregnancy.

Just as he was about to give in and try for store number 4, he found them. The last box on the shelf!

Zeke quickly grabbed the cookies and sighed in relief. As he made his way to the checkout, he couldn't help but smile to himself at the thought of how overjoyed Tina would be when he got home.

When Zeke arrived back at their place, he found Tina with her feet up, eating one of Bob's burgers and laughing with Linda as the pair watched as Bob struggled to move the crib into just the right place.

Zeke felt his heart swell, loving the sight of his growing family surrounded by people who cared about them. As he unloaded the groceries, Tina smiled at him from across the table, winking like she'd caught on to his musings. Zeke kissed her forehead in passing, and made his way to help Bob, knowing the two were in for a long evening of rearranging the nursey. But he'd do it ten times over so long as it kept that smile on Tina's face.

[wheredidalltheusersgo]

The Stranded and The Scaly.

Chapter 10: Exploration

Day 8

The first thing he noticed when he woke up was that Ezekiel was gone.

No big deal, he was probably out foraging.

He went on his hands and knees and stretched down until his chin was nearly touching the ground in a downward dog pose. Geoff sighed in satisfaction, there was nothing better than a good morning stretch.

His shorts were fucking killing him, though. They ripped during his mutation, and they barely fit him anymore. The fabric was digging into his scaly skin. Unfortunately, he didn't have any other kind of pants to wear, so ripped shorts it was.

He got back into a sitting position and looked around the cave, it might be fun to explore a bit. After stretching his legs, he got to his feet and walked towards an exit to the part of the cave he was in.

While he expected the cave to be big, this one was HUGE! Geoff wandered through the tunnels and admired each cool-looking stone he found.

After a bit, he came across what looked like a cliff edge. As he looked over the edge, he noticed the large body of water beneath. It looked deep enough to dive into! "Natural pool, sweet!" Geoff grinned and took a couple steps back.

He charged forwards and jumped into the water.

There was a loud splash as he landed in the cool, clear water.

The water rippled as he rose to the surface and combed his soaking wet hair out of his eyes. Being submerged in water had never felt so good before. Geoff sighed happily and floated on his back for a few hours, feeling relaxed and rejuvenated by the fresh, slightly glowing water.

After an hour or two, he climbed out and shook himself off. He had to bring Zeke here sometime!

It turned out that exploring the cave without Zeke wasn't a good idea.

The many caverns and winding tunnels weren't doing much to help him get back to his and Ezekiel's little hideout. As much as he hated to admit, he was lost. Terribly lost in this labyrinth of stone.

He took a seat on a boulder so he could stop and think of a plan to get back to where he and Zeke had been staying for the past few days.

Wait a minute, Ezekiel had to be back by now! Maybe if he called out for him, he'd come find him!

With a deep breath, he called out for his friend. "Zeke! Buddy!!! I'm completely fine!!" He yelled. "Are you there?? Anywhere???"

No response.

The only sound he could hear was his voice echoing throughout the walls of stone.

Time to keep walking.

There were other things that lived down here, right? Maybe he'd run into one of them, he wasn't scared of becoming prey anymore. He knew he could easily overpower anything he came across with his new size and strength. Was he getting a bit cocky? Maybe.

However, that thought was forgotten as he saw something further ahead. It was about the size of a sheep and kinda looked like a gopher, but it was pink and slightly fuzzy. It seemed to be squeaking and looking around in a panic. Geoff felt kinda bad for it, but he didn't know how to help the thing.

His ears perked up as he heard a soft rumbling noise. It sounded like an earthquake? Wait, AN EARTHQUAKE?!

Geoff barely had time to think before a part of the cave wall collapsed a couple feet behind him. "Holy shit, dude!?" He exclaimed in shock. The cave was collapsing, had there been any explosions or mining in here?? Geoff looked back at the creature up ahead of him, if he didn't act fast, the little thing would get crushed, and so would he! In a moment of pure adrenaline, he ran forwards, snatched the mutant up into his arms and charged through the tunnel as it collapsed behind him. As he leapt forwards into the cavern connected to the tunnel, the fallen rocks sealed the pathway shut.

He tumbled to the ground and used his body to shield the squeaking beast in his arms.

Even when the dust settled, he continued to hold the creature close to his chest.

While he opened his eyes and let his night-vision adjust to the darkness around them, he only had one question.

"Where the hell am I?"

--------

[kleoyeager78]

10 things I hate about you | 16

This is Eren's pov after the park chapter!

ERENS POV

I walked into my house, it was cold and empty.

Per usual.

Zeke had left for work and my parents were at work like always. I ran to my room to put my stuff down and went back downstairs to wait for Armin.

After a few minutes there was a knock on the door and sure enough it was the blonde he was waiting for, the two locked Erens front door and headed out.

“So how was studying with y/n, did she show up?” Armin asked while the two of us walked to Mikasa's house.

“Yeah” I said, not paying him any mind and just scrolling on my phone.

“You didn’t give her a hard time did you?” Armin laughed while scratching the back of his head.

“Why would you think that?” I looked up from my phone and stared at him.

Armin just blinked at me, “well you know you aren’t exactly easy for her to deal with” he said trying to put it to me nicely,

In all honesty I knew exactly what he meant. I just liked seeing him all worked up. I smirked, “I don’t think I did” I said knowing that those words to Armin meant I most definitely did.

Armin shook his head and sighed, knocking on Mikasa’s door. “Why do you have to be like that?” He asked in disappointment,

Just then Mikasa opened the door and Armin walked in, “like what?” I said teasing him while walking in Mikasa’s house right behind him.

Mikasa closed the door and we all made it upstairs to her room,

-

“Why are you like that?” I was laying on Mikasa’s bed reading some boring book for English class when Armin asked,

“Like what?” I closed my book because I was bored of it and this topic might interest me a bit more.

“How you treat y/n? She does nothing to you and you are so mean Eren” Armin said meeting my eyes from on the ground,

I laughed, “I really don’t know it’s just fun for me.” I shrugged. “Why are you always worried about y/n anyways? Do you like her or something?” I asked knowing I was just going to make Armin upset

“Do you?” Armin asked. His voice was filled with sass.

I chuckled, “and why would you think that?”

“Because YOU are the one that’s always bothering her. You can’t go a day without bothering her”

“You guys let’s focus on-“ I cut Mikasa off,

“Yet you’re the one checking on her constantly, you’re the one who has to be nice to her and has to make sure she’s okay every time she throws a bitch fit. So Armin tell me who’s really the one with the crush?” I said standing up,

Armin just scoffed, he knew that there was no use arguing with me, because he would be arguing with someone who was wrong and knew he was wrong but liked seeing people upset.

I knew for a fact Armin liked Annie. He had liked her ever since second grade when he got scared on a field trip and peed himself and she gave him spare pants. But seeing him get so worked up over the subject made me want to laugh.

“I’m gonna go downstairs for water, y’all want anything?” I asked.

Armin didn’t say a word and Mikasa asked me to get her a water,

When I got downstairs I let all my laughs out, I didn’t even know I had been keeping them in but as the moment upstairs replayed in my head I couldn’t help it.

I got a snack with two glasses of water and headed back upstairs.

-

We stopped studying about 20 minutes ago, Armin left about 5 and I had to stay to hear a lecture from Mikasa. Usually Armin would stay with me through these but I guess today I made him extra mad and he decided to just leave me,

“If Armin does actually like her, which we both know he doesn’t, then why be a piece of shit to her?” Mikasa asked.

“I don’t know,” I shrugged.

“You never fucking do, that’s your problem Eren. One day Armin isn’t going to take your bullshit anymore, I told you a million times to stop messing with people, it bothers him.” Mikasa sighed, “you most likely aren’t taking me serious right now anyways just go before it gets too late”

She was right, messing with people who gave me a response was a habit for me.

-

When I made my way outside I was surprised to see Armin waiting for me, “hey I thought you left” I said but he just started walking away.

“You still mad?” I said catching up to him but still I got no response.

After a few minutes of silence I decided to break it, “I’m sorry”

“For” Armin spoke.

“So now you can speak?”

Armin scoffed, “you know what? Actually no I won’t be speaking to you until you can form a decent apology.” He started walking faster but this time I didn’t bother catching up.

I actually started slowing down so I could just walk alone, I didn’t even feel like going home right now, and soon enough I had lost Armin in the distance of our walk.

When I finally returned home I saw Armin waiting outside for me, which made me laugh. Even when he was mad he still had to make sure I got home safely.

He rolled his eyes and walked away to his home that was a couple blocks away. When I seen him get inside his home I went inside mine.

I was met with my family spread out everywhere and eating. Zeke was sitting in the living room, my mom was standing in the kitchen and my dad was sitting at the table.

Zeke was the first person to notice me, “where have you been?” He asked me.

“Minding my business ugly” I said walking away to my room but before I could go to my room I heard my mom say ,

”don’t you want to eat with us?” To which I ignored and closed my room door behind me.

I never felt like eating at home, maybe it was all the weed I smoked or simply because I hated this place.

I grabbed clothes and went to take a shower,

When I got out the shower and went back to my room my dad was there sitting on my bed,

I sucked my teeth,

“Hi son” he patted my bed indicating for me to sit next to him but I chose to stand with my arms crossed, “you can stand if you want” he chuckled. “Listen, it’s around that time,” he cleared his throat.

“What time?” I asked ready for him to leave,

“Well you know uh,” he began to dig in his pocket for something and then pulled out a condom, “so basically you use these to-“

“How old do you think I am?” I yelled,

“Old enough to know?” He rubbed his neck sensing I was only getting more angry,

“Zeke already taught this stuff to me maybe if you weren’t so obsessed with your job you could’ve done it yourself” I yelled,

He stood up with tired eyes and grumbled something while reaching in his pockets, he pulled out a hundred dollar bill and left it on my bed before leaving my room,

I heard my parents talking and I could hear my mom was mad, “I said a talk not the talk you fool” she said slamming something down.

“Well I’m sorry but either way it would’ve been a waste of time he doesn’t like talking to us”

“Why do you think? You’re always at work”

“SO ARE YOU” my dad yelled. “Why am I the only one to blame? I told you that you could’ve stayed home and I would take care of all the bills”

“If you would’ve let me finish my sentence and not cut me off I would’ve said that,” my mom scoffed. “And you know I have to be busy all the time I can’t afford to stay home”

“With the son we have you would’ve been busy all the time”

“What is that supposed to mean” I mumbled to myself but then started listening to the conversation again.

“Great so I’m expected to just give up on what I love and stay home to make it easier for you huh?” My mom yelled.

“Did you listen to anything I said? Who am I kidding of course you didn’t because it’s all about you.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Carla I already had a kid and I got to see first hand what it took to raise them, kids need parents, love and support I knew that and I told you that before we had him but you insisted that you wanted to be a mom and me being the idiot I am i allowed you to”

“But I wasn’t busy at the time” I heard my mom’s voice cracking, “I didn’t know I wouldn’t have- Grisha, where are you going?” I heard footsteps and I assumed it was my dad walking away but then my bedroom door opened.

it was zeke, “hello” he sat at my desk.

“What do you want?” I rolled my eyes.

“For you to stop being sassy, for your teachers to stop calling me, for you to clean your room like I asked you to multiple times, for you to stop-“

“I get it” I said sitting on my bed losing the ‘sas’ (as zeke liked to call it)

“How was your day?” He said relaxing in my chair,

“Okay I guess. It was nothing special about it”

“Everyday you wake up is special Eren,” he said, taking a cig out of his pocket and opening my window. “Take the money Eren” he suddenly said

“No, it’ll be on the counter tomorrow.” I said

“Why do you have to be so stubborn? If someone gave me a hundred dollars at your age I would gladly go spend it with my friends or buy new shoes or some shit”

“I don’t want money from them and besides my big brothers got me.” I said knowing it wouldn’t do much to faze zeke.

“You’re right I do but I’m also struggling. I don’t have much right now” zeke leaned his head back exhaling smoke.

“So you take it” I handed it to him.

“Why to use it on you later?”

“Exactly,”

Zeke chuckled and got up, “I’m glad you’re doing okay.” He opened the door, “oh and Eren-“

“Yes”

“Please stop fucking over my bosses daughter, if you keep making her cry every week I won’t have a job” he said in reference of Historia.

“She won’t leave me alone man”

“Whatever” with that he threw a small roll of paper at me and closed the door.

I realized that it was the money. I sighed and put the money in my dresser drawer before turning off my light and getting in bed, I didn’t go to sleep right away though, it was actually a routine for me to lay in the dark and think about things I had heard and said throughout the day until I just felt sleepy.

I began to think about Mikasa, Armin Historia and y/n but mainly y/n because almost every conversation I had today was about her.

The one with Armin,

The one with Mikasa,

and the one with Historia.

Earlier today

“Eren, do you want to go to the mall after school?” Historia asked me,

“No I have something to do,”

“What are you doing? Or should I be saying who?” She scoffed,

I rolled my eyes, this girl was by far the most annoying person in my life, “I’m going to the park with y/n for a class project”

Historias face changed, “why don’t you skip that and hang out with me” she said pulling her skirt up and touching my chest,

“I would but this is worth 60% of the class,” I lied. I really just didn’t want to do anything with her, I haven’t really wanted to do anything with her since I found holes in my condoms and I know she put them there because her friend sent me text messages of her saying it, when I confronted her she acted clueless which only made me think she was more crazy.

“Fuck, Mr.smith must be so annoying” she said kissing my neck,

“Yeah but I really need that class to pass so I don’t mind,” I said, trying to be more convincing.

“Is that the only reason you don’t mind?” Historia said,

Here she went again trying to start more problems, “what are you talking about?”

“Come on Eren” she scoffed, “you like the fact she’s in that class don’t you” she looked at me and I just sucked my teeth.

“What the fuck are you going on about?” I said looking at her in annoyance,

“Shut up and leave me alone” she said and walked away, I knew she expected me to run after her but I sure as hell didn’t,

She was obsessed with thinking I loved y/n, everyone was if I’m being honest but Historia was crazy about it, she’d let her friends put stuff in her head and run with it,

Which made her unbearable to be around,

-

Everyone wanted to know the reason I do what I do to y/n but if I’m being honest I don’t think I really know,

I mean it started when we were little, the first day we met actually.

When I saw how nice she was in class that day I hated it, I know it’s cruel but from that day on I tried to do anything to make her not smile because I thought it was unfair for her to smile all the time, there she was with a smile that never seemed to fade, positivity that never seemed to leave her body yet there I was with a smile that was non existent and an attitude that was never joyful nor happy, I hated my life and I just wish she could feel what I felt back then, every day I had to come home to nothing, no one, and I hated that someone could be so happy. I felt as though she had everything and as though I had nothing so I wanted to make her have nothing as well. But as time passed it just became a habit to mess with people who gave me a reaction it just made me feel like I was finally in control of something in my life.

-

THIRD PERSON POV

What Eren didn’t know is that you also had nothing. But when you started school you seen it as an escape from what was going on at home, everyday you went home to arguing, fighting and just pure violence. You would cry yourself to sleep with hands over your ears because of the screams you heard from behind your door. But going to school got you away from all of that, he didn’t realize once he took away school he took away every good thing you’ve ever had

A/N ~ I’m definitely going to have to edit this later but I’m not going to starve y’all any longer. I’ve missed y’all a lot. I just can never keep my mind on one thing.