#Jean kirstein imagines

[jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd]

Have you done a piece yet for jean being jealous? If not you totally should. 😋

captain jaeger and jealous jean

pairing: jean kirstein x f!reader (x eren sort of, not really)

wc: 1.8k+

tw: alcohol, inebriation, fluff, cursing, eren’s a dickhead, a little heated at the end 🤏🏻

a/n: thank you for this request! i hope you like it! also not proofread

if you’d ask him, jean would define jealousy as the deafening sound of a pulse canceling out every other noise. he’d also say he doesn’t get jealous. was he competitive? sure, but that didn’t mean he was jealous.

athletic rivals with eren, those two were always butting heads about something, anything. jean was easy to rile up and eren was a relentless tease. eren found an extreme amount of joy in raising the other boy’s blood pressure. but no, jean wasn’t jealous of eren. he hated him and that idiotic man-bun of his. the way he’d blink a certain way and some easily fooled girl would slip him her number. the way things came naturally to him. it wasn’t jealous, he’d say, it’s hatred.

y/n wasn’t the jealous type, either. there were girls prettier than her and she knew that. nothing she could do about it, so she didn’t worry. besides, she didn’t want to be the type of person to make every other girl her competition. she felt like a plain jane and she was contempt with it, oddly enough. she attracted just enough attention to feel pretty every now and then.

so when eren jaeger, the gorgeous captain of the baseball team, chose to talk to her at his house party, she felt divine. she felt seen.

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typical pop music flooded the house, drowning out any sentences that would normally otherwise be coherent. eren jaeger’s living room was flooded with girls in tight clothes and boys who were just a little too sweaty. it was cramped, almost making you feel claustrophobic.

you’d never been to a party before. at least, not the one’s you’d seen on the television. the type where people were passed out in random spots, where the scent of booze lingered heavily, where there were people making out upstairs in the bedrooms. this party certainly exceeded your expectations, despite it still being early on the night.

you’re not quite sure why you’re here. your friend, mikasa, had invited you earlier on in the day. she said that eren had wanted you to come. and with her being his childhood best friend, you believed her. mikasa and you weren’t exactly besties or anything of the sorts, but she was more than an acquaintance.

there you were, standing in the middle of the most popular boy’s living room, dazed and alone. an overwhelming desire to become a wallflower strikes you. fighting the battle of a lifetime, you swat away your urge to be antisocial and head to the kitchen where the drinks are sure to be plenty.

the kitchen is only slightly less crowded than the previous room. a group of people are huddled around the kitchen island. fortunately, you identify mikasa by her jet black wolf cut.

“hey, mikasa.” you shout to upstage the music.

mikasa spins around, revealing a red solo cup in her right hand. ‘mik’ is written sloppily on it in black sharpie. her eyes, with no less than half a pound of eyeliner on them, skim you up and down. as you start to worry about your outfit choices, she smiles.

“y/n, you came,” she starts, “you look cute.” mikasa compliments as she wraps her arms around you.

there’s no chance for you to respond with an attempt of feigning your belonging because eren is breaking away from his spot at the counter. he stands at a crisp six foot one, towering over both mikasa and you. like everyone else at the party, eren is sporting a red cup, holding it by it’s brim. ‘captain’ is written messily on it, along with the number ‘17.’

a few pieces of his dark hair frame his face. wonderous green eyes that search yours. a chiseled jaw you imagine slicing your finger open on.

oh, just looking at him you could bleed.

“hey. what’re you drinking?” he asks, tilting his head down.

casual. his words are casual. like it isn’t your first time truly holding a conversation with him.

“anything, i don’t really…” you trail off as your eyes flicker between his.

this makes eren smile. he throws up one finger on his left hand, signaling you to allow him a moment to find something he finds suitable for you. he rummages through the fridge and pulls out a red wine cooler.

“this good?” he asks, raising it in the air.

“yes,” you yell back whilst nodding your head.

eren comes back as mikasa gives you a look. she tilts her head up and shakes it at her friend before leaning back onto the counter, rejoining her previous conversation.

he stands before you, extending the hand that holds your drink. just as you go to grab it, he raises it so that you can’t reach it. a smile is painted across his face, revealing bright white teeth.

you blush.

“you can have it,” he cocks his head to the side, “after you do a shot with me and my friends. i’ll even let you use it as a chaser.”

your brain has gone completely fuzzy. eren jaeger invited you to his party, gets a drink just for you, and is now peerpressuing you to indulge in bad decisions.

“okay,” you blink. “i can do that.”

he grins and to your surprise, he throws an arm over your shoulder. “thatta girl,” he says, just low enough for you to hear.

eren weasels you two between sasha and mikasa, the ponytailed girl at your side. she pays no mind to your intrusion and instead offers a smile.

“listen, you delinquents,” eren interrupts them. “we are going to do a shot in honor of my pending status of captain.”

“you are so arrogant, jaeger,” a man scoffs.

across the counter, a messy dirty blonde mullet sits on top of a beautiful, angry face. his forearms rest on the granite as his body leans forward, eyes set directly on the man with his arm around your shoulder.

“oh, jean,” eren coos. “you can’t always get what you want.”

grabbing the malibu bottle by it’s neck, jean laughs. “you haven’t gotten anything yet,” his hazel flickers briefly to yours. “we won’t know until tomorrow.”

the way he talks makes a pit form in your stomach. you’re a smart girl, you know what they’re alluding to. it’s you.

“i guess you’re right. but i’m pretty much guaranteed to score,” eren tightens the bun on the back of his head.

“here,” jean slids you a shot glass. it reeks of coconut.

“you don’t have to take it if you don’t want to,” sasha says. “they’re a bunch of dorks.”

“no, it’s fine,” you shake your head as your fingers wrap around the clear glass. the liquid inside is taunting you.

“eren just wants to get you drunk,” jean says nonchalantly just as the cold glass touches your bottom lip.

“i know,” you respond.

it burns. coconut flavor isn’t strong enough to mask the burning left on your tongue. you can feel it light your esophagus on fire as it travels down, settling in the depths of your stomach.

“i’m going to kill you, kirstein.” eren’s voice raises a few notches as he drops his arms from your shoulder.

jean just laughs. he’s not laughing at eren though, he’s laughing at you.

“what’s so fucking funny?” eren hisses.

“she’s too smart for you,” jean shrugs his shoulders.

“are you too smart for me, (y/n)?” eren asks teasingly, looking down at you.

“i just think that you can’t always get what you want.” you blink your eyes lashes at him a few times before grabbing your bottle out of his hands. he looks dumbfounded as you head towards the living room, leaving him with the sounds of sasha and jean laughing at him.

your feelings are hurt, there’s no denying that. you had felt special and now you know you were just going to be a notch on his belt.

after a few drinks, you find yourself back in the kitchen. this time, there’s no crowd of people in here. just half-filled cups and bottles. faint sounds of terrible karaoke are heard.

you’re standing in front of the faucet, staring out the window, watching people do keg stands. eren’s out there egging them on.

“don’t make me take back what i said.”

“about eren?” you ask, turning around to see jean. he’s drunker, too.

he walks around the island, eventually leaning his back against it as he positions himself in front of you.

“about being too smart. you’re still thinking about him, aren’t you?”

“no,” you sigh. “how did you know he just wanted to fuck me?”

“because that selfish prick can’t let me have anything for myself,” he growls. his grip on his cup tightens. it slightly indents under his pressure. “he just wanted to piss me off. i should fucking kill him.”

“what are you talking about?”

“c’mon,” he sets his cup down. jean pushes himself off the counter and leaves mere inches between the two of you. his forehead is hovering above yours. the warmth of his breath makes the hairs on your neck stand up.

“jean,” you whisper. you’ve never been so still in your life. afraid whatever this is might die, you hold your breath.

“you’re smart, (y/n), too damn smart,” he purrs. “use that brain of yours.”

the vibration in his dialect makes your heart race.

“i don’t understand why you keep calling me that,” your lips part.

jean’s fingers find yours. his brush gently along them, leaving a wake of goosebumps. “you knew what eren wanted but you still chose to get drunk. you got drunk and didn’t sleep with him, just to piss him off. i’m starting to think i might be a part of that plan. you want to make him jealous?”

you swallow the lump in your throat. chest heaving with butterflies, you nod.

“good,” jean replies. the space between your foreheads close. his skin is burning hot, warming your entire body. “because he was making me so fucking jealous,” he draws a finger along your jaw and stops at your chin, “dirty fucker had his hands on you.”

“jean,” it’s the only word you can speak. everything else is forgotten.

“i’ve wanted you for so long. do you know what that’s like?” he waits for you to shake your head before he continues, “maddening. and eren knew all about it.”

“why didn’t you say anything?”

“just wanted it to be perfect,” he whispers, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “and now it is, hmm? i get to piss him off by doing this.”

jean’s thumb and pointer finger center your chin as he draws in closer to you. without hesitation, your lips open slightly as his meet yours. they’re softer than you expected. it’s electric. warm hands snake around your waist, pulling you away from the counter. your brain is scrambled, all parts of you lost in jean.

he pulls back for a second, rubbing a thumb along your side. “can’t believe i let jaeger work me up this much,” he kisses your right cheek. “never been this fuckin’ jealous,” he kisses your left cheek.

“i can’t believe you’re jealous…because of me.”

“especially because of you.”

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[jaegersmoon]

Hey mami 🩷 What would be Jean’s Home Screen/wallpaper? 🦍

before yn:

after yn:

[luverine]

Virginity…

NSFW // MDNI

He doesn’t want to admit to you that he is inexperienced.

He swore he would never tell a soul that he’s never had sex with anybody.

But here he is sweating bullets. He's so nervous because you are rubbing your hand on his thigh with half lidded eyes.

He holds his breath trying to not cream his pants. He was doing good too until you straddle him going in for a kiss. You taste like vanilla.

Fuck he can’t do this…You begin to grind on him putting pressure right on his sensitive dick.

“Shit! I haven’t done this bef-“ He freezes letting out a deep guttural moan. As he releases his load inside of his jeans.

You coo and admire him as he’s twitching and panting. As he’s recovering from an orgasm you unintentionally gave him. You meet each other's eyes.

“Wanna know what pussy feels like?”

✦ SHIGARAKI, Dabi, BAKUGOU, Denki, Amajiki, SHINSO, Megumi, Cloud, JEAN, Armin, AKI ✦

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✦ credit for divider cafekitsune

[daemontargaryenwhore]

He couldn't afford to lose another kid knowing he's going to lose one just for the battle to end.

[porcalinecunt]

𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐔𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇!

🪽 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ how aot men would treat their himbo incubus! ~

·˚ ◌༘͙[featuring] ! ˊ 𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍, 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍, 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈, 𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑

cw — ftm!reader. lots of rough sex. dumbification. overstimulation. breeding to the max. size kink. spanking. masochism(?) oral sex. throat fucking. cumshot. multiple orgasms.

◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ author’s note! : i made this while violently down horrendous for aot men jfc i was possessed anyways! this will be my last post as im going on a trip soon, so enjoy! 🎀

₊˚ෆ 𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑

to be blunt, eren can be a bit of a meanie! after all, you came at such a poor time. the man was too busy jerking off to whatever porn he found, desperately trying to get himself off when you came and ruined his orgasm. as if you weren’t enough of a nuisance, you proceeded to act dumb in front of an annoyed and furiously horny eren. you’re sweet babbling came to a rude halt once the brunette grabbed you by the waist and threw you onto your stomach while you faced the end of the bed. you couldn’t get a word in before you felt something pry at your soaked pussy, turning your head to see your mortal host push himself inside of you and violently snapping his hips against yours. it was only the beginning of his frustrated tirade on your poor cunt, maybe you should’ve shut your mouth or be a little more considerate of your hosts!

“h-hah..eren! g-gentle!—“ you whined like a bitch in heat, only to be met with another harsh smack on your bare ass that was littered in eren’s handprints. you couldn’t help but look back through puffy, wet eyes at the mortal who was fucking you with such ferocity. a green eyed glare made you turn away in embarrassment, before a hand forced you to face him again. god, the way he looked at you could easily rival every man you stole an orgasm from. “e-eren..” you moaned, earning you a hard snap from his hips as he leaned closer to you. the smell of cigarettes still lingered around him.

“who’s fault is it that you got yourself in this mess? hm? not me. now shut up and take my cock like a good little incubus..”

₊˚ෆ 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐍

secretly (not really tho), jean adores your naivety. even more so knowing exactly what you are, i mean, how can a literal sex demon be so stupid? a question he’ll never get answers to, but why matter? not when you finally find him in a state of carnal desire. jean will never forget your cute dumb face once you saw his hard cock out in full fuckin’ glory. he was huge, so huge, you struggled to take in his girth. pathetic kitty licks ‘n kisses on his leaking tip to helplessly grinding on his length, it only turned him on even more. enough to where you already completed your task, and yet here you were, continuously pumped full of his cum inside your ruined cunt. the best part? jean wasn’t gonna stop anytime soon, not until you stop making that stupid fucked out face that only gets him hard all over again!

seven rounds later and he still was nowhere near done. your incubus mark that rested on your womb glowed furiously in a hot pink shade, signifying your pleasure and satisfaction with your host. jean knew damn well of this, but continued to fuck you cum filled cunt as a pace only a rabbit could possibly do. “jean..! i-i can’tttt! too much! ah!” you babbled through drool soaked lips, only to be silenced by a sloppy kiss from him. he couldn’t even kiss you properly while being pussydrunk beyond oblivion. lifting you head, you watched in awe at the sight of jean stuffing your pussy full of cock, a small bump in your womb from how many times he creampied you.

“stay with me baby, i know you can take another one in you..you’re doing such a good job f’me love. shit..!”

₊˚ෆ 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍

the short and sweet of this man is how little he takes your bullshit. trying to get a good night sleep was difficult enough with your constant whining for attention. you were waiting for a chance to get your cunt pounded by the mortal, only to see him trying to go to sleep instead. however, your efforts weren’t in vain, as levi shot up and yanked you over his lap. you could feel his dick growing harder and harder in his pants as he tore off your flimsy thong that barely covered shit. a calloused hand came down on your bare ass, a sharp smack! startled you as your body jolted forwards only to be pulled back roughly by levi. hit after hit, the pain became an intoxicating pleasure as your cunt soaked itself in arousal, your painfully swollen clit begging to be touched. unfortunately, levi wasn’t the easiest to falter.

smack! a yelp tore out of your sore throat followed by a weak whine, the stinging pain slowly numbing your ass before you were forced back down to earth by another harsh strike. “no..no more..! hurts t-too mu—“ SMACK! another strike startled you from your rambling, almost falling off of levi’s lap where he pulled you up roughly by the tail and secured you tightly. you didn’t have to look at him to know how fed up he was with you antics, or how aroused he was. you wanted so badly for him to just have his way with you, spitting you open and bruising your insides. a tinge of regret only grew bigger as his painfully obvious boner poked at your thigh. fuck, he was hung down there, if only you just behaved yourself!

“what’s the matter? quit squirming like a brat and sit the fuck still. you asked for this.”

₊˚ෆ 𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐍

did you piss of this literal giant on purpose? maybe, and what’s wrong with that? infiltrating a wet dream of him getting sucked off by some rando he found hot, fusing reality with fantasy until it abruptly ended before he could cum. you couldn’t help but giggle at poor reiner, well, until he forced you onto your knees and finished the damn job himself. it didn’t matter how many cocks you’ve swallowed, you struggled to take reiner’s full length as he mercilessly fucked your throat inch by inch until your nose was touching his pubic hairs. the stretch of his girth had your throat and mouth stuffed full until you couldn’t utter a word out. don’t think he’ll stop there either! the moment his dick twitches, he’ll pull out and cum all over that pretty face of yours. such an erotic sight gets him hard all over again, only this time, he’ll breed your throat full.

“atta boy. putting that mouth to good fucking use after that stunt you pulled..don’t worry, i’m not even close to done.”

© porcalinecunt 🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩ྀི do not steal, translate, or use my work and claim as your own.

[dilfsfordinner]

He’s a virgin you know, so be gentle with him. Besides the calloused seal of his own fist, nobody, absolutely no one has touched him on that part of his body before. Although he was inexperienced, he wasn’t entirely stupid, for he knew what occurred between lovers, what could be possible for him one day; that day now coming to fruition by your hand. Because he had succumbed to your wiles, nothing would ever satisfy his hunger ever again. The curl of your tongue around his leaking tip was just the first thing to break him, your teeth grazing the throbbing veins of his shaft ripping apart his self control piece by piece. The soft lining of your cheeks was one thing, but your cunt was entirely another.

Straddling his shaking form, the sinking of your most intimate part clamping down on his cock had his lungs fighting for air, goosebumps erupting up the length of his spine. Never would he have expected it to feel this good, and it was all because of you. You were so snug and tight around his length, his previously innocent body now corrupted by your perfect cunt. Your soaked walls squelched as his twitching tip nudged at your cervix, and you would never forget the sight caused by it. Hair disheveled, chest rising and falling with erratic breaths, lips swollen and coated with your saliva, cheeks flushed a pretty red. You couldn’t even begin to list the sinful sight he bore, his eyes squeezed shut from the sensitivity, eyebrows drawn up and hands shaking to find the right place on your body. He was so clueless, it was adorable.

The problem with him being a virgin was how long he had stored himself up. His balls were so swollen, the lewd sound of his skin slapping yours pulling a reaction out of his body he couldn’t control. Clutching onto you, years worth of his abstinence spilled into you, his heartbeat spiking and eyes rolling back. Don’t ever forget this moment because the vulnerability seeping from him would probably be the last bit you would ever see.

Losing his virginity to you may have been one of the best moments of his life, but be sure to expect an insatiable hunger now, one that you would be subject to for weeks to come.

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LEVI ACKERMAN, Jean Kirstein, (literally all the AoT characters), Yuta Okkotsu, Toge Inumaki, Choso Kamo, Vinsmoke Sanji, Portgas D. Ace, Monkey D. Luffy, Rin Itoshi, Hyoma Chigiri, Isagi Yoichi, Doppo Kunikida, Reigen Arataka

[co-psycho]

Jean Kirstein Twitter links ;)

a/n: new story coming soon. Don’t forget to leave requests!!! Enjoy

Jean overstimulating you

Jean touching himself while eating you out

Jean teasing you

Oral sex in the shower

Squirting on his cock

Pussy drunk Jean

Reverse cowgirl

Reader is cock drunk

Jean obsessing over your body

Reader fucking Jean on his couch

Size kink

Jean breeding you

Jean breeding you pt.2

Passionate sex 🫣

Nipple play

Rubbing your cl!t while fucking you

Fingering you while you squirm

[jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd]

Hi hi!! Happy new year and i hope you had nice holidays! So about jean, i saw a lot of dilf jean lately so i kinda wonder what if it's him having an older s/o? Like maybe there's 3-4 years age gap?

⁂ younger boyfriend jean headcanons ⁂

he’s always calling you a cougar because he thinks it’s hilarious how defensive you get about it.

jean loves that you’re a few years older than him. like really loves it. he thinks you’re so sexy and so smart.

he likes to tease you and call you an old woman.

there are times that he does feel upset about you being older. he feels like he’s too immature for you and that there’s things he hasn’t experienced yet.

jean’s ego boosted big time when he pulled you. he was so impressed by himself for pulling a beautiful woman who was a few years older then him.

he brags about you all the time seriously

he worries that you might find somebody closer to your age. it’s something he’s self conscious about but he makes sure he’s the best boyfriend he can be.

he also feels out of place meeting your friends, no matter how nice they are.

honestly, jean can’t wait to get you pregnant so he can call you a milf. he still calls you one now but when you actually have a baby, it’ll be legit.

oh look it’s my jean fic once again right here

sorry it’s late but happy holidays ily

[damn-stark]

OMG HELLO, and thank you!!

I miss Cherry too!! ❤️❤️

Ch.18: Were it not for you

Chapter 18 of Cherry

A/N: Did I tear a bit at the end? Yes. Yes I did.

Warning- Angst, LONG CHAPTER! talks of grief and death, Fluff!, swearing, slowburn.

Pairing- Jean Kirstein x reader

Episodes- 3x56-3x59

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A gentle knock on the wedged door echoes out the hall and to the vacant streets of Shiganshina. The gentle rhythmic tap also travels within the room concealed behind the slightly broken wedged door.

There was actually no privacy to maintain within the room, but you still knocked out of courtesy, in hopes you’d hear Levi’s okay to walk in, but silence followed after your knock. Regardless of the silence, and the knowledge that he’s reminded you that you didn’t have to knock when you looked for him, you waited and knocked again. Yet the silence was consistent, letting you finally make your move to push the door open.

When the door stopped creaking as the knob tapped the wall, there Levi stood, watching Erwin’s corpse with a glossy empty stare. He didn’t even acknowledge you walk in, it was as if he wasn’t even in this room. You tried calling his name to gain his attention, but he still wouldn’t even blink. The only way you broke him from his stupor was when you grabbed his shoulder.

“Levi.”

Finally dull blue eyes briefly meet your gaze, before he looks to the floor and steps away from the bed Erwin was on. He still remained silent, and you didn’t have the heart to comment on anything in regards to what you walked into, so all you do is place the wild white lilies you found nearby in the vase by the bed.

While you’re beside the bed albeit, your eyes couldn’t help but glance at Erwin’s uncovered face, causing you to feel another wave of deep anguish slam into your chest that makes it feel heavier. Now you’re the one who can’t find themselves being able to move from their spot as you stare at Erwin’s pale face. The tears that pool in your eyes want to come out, but you quickly force yourself to break from the stupor that wanted to hold you captive to step forward and pull the cloak's hood over Erwin’s face. Doing so, finally let Levi break the silence.

“Are you okay? You don’t seem to be badly injured, but I know how you are.”

You blink to look away from Erwin and glance down to the spot where the pain was throbbing on your body. You think of lying so he wouldn't worry or possibly be overbearing, but lying wouldn’t serve you any good, he’d find out regardless. So you just answer him honestly. “If an infection doesn’t set in, then I’ll be fine.” You slowly turn to face a piercing glare. “Uh, I got hurt, but Hange took care of me. I’ll be fine if I’m careful. How about you?”

Levi sighs and steps back whilst he drops his gaze once again. “I’m fine. Really. Just mad that the bastard got away.”

Silence followed suit of his response, letting your eyes focus on the dust particles that danced inside the sun beam that reflected through the glass window. Usually when you were in the comforts of your room, or Levi’s, and it was silent just like now, you did enjoy watching the sunbeam bounce on your fingers out of pure, and genuine admiration over something so “simple” as the sun reflecting in a room. However today, you could hardly acknowledge it as you noticed how hard Levi tried to ignore the sorrow felt deep within his heart, and clearly and deeply expressed on your face.

“It’s good that you’re okay, it would’ve…” he pauses and exhales as his eyes flicker up to look at yours. “…been messy if you weren’t.”

“Meaning?” You probe cheekily. “You would’ve been completely distraught? Like uncontrollably weeping over me?” You quirk your brow. “Or like you would’ve used the injection on me?”

“In a heartbeat.”

The smirk on your lips fades away alongside the amusement you felt with your teasing comments. “It would've been wrong.” You mutter seriously.

Levi shrugs. “I wouldn't have cared.”

“I wouldn't have wanted you to do it. Not with how the situation was.”

“Sometimes being selfish isn’t wrong. Especially not when it comes to keeping you alive.”

Your lips part to shoot an immediate answer, but your words get stuck to the back of your throat. Silence returns to the room again, this time though, with a much heavier tension, and longer than the previous moment of silence. You actually couldn’t even find what to say until you turned away from him. “Do you regret the choice you made?”

The heels of his boots click on the wooden panels as he approaches you from behind to answer bluntly. “No.”

“Hmm.” Your eyes flicker to the side to look at him already looking at you. You could tell that he wanted to add more to your previous conversation, but you didn’t want to dwell on something that wasn’t going to happen anymore. “I got side tracked on what I was supposed to tell you, but…Armin should be awake soon if he’s not already up.”

“About time,” Levi huffs.

——

“Well?” Levi queried, “up to speed, Armin?”

Said boy's eyes were wide, struck with bewilderment. He sat in silence the whole time Eren and Mikasa caught him up on what happened. And throughout the entire explanation every reaction was seen expressed just in his eyes as clear as day. Armin could only seem to share what he thought now in an in disbelief state.

“Are you telling me…the Scout Regiment…is the ten of us here…and that’s it?”

“For the time being,” Jean confirmed. “The fighting ended four hours ago. We’ve been looking for survivors, but…none yet…”

Armin looks away from Jean and continues just the same. “S-so, we managed to seal the walls of Shiganshina…but Reiner, the Beast Titan and the other escaped…Bertholdt was captured…then there was a dispute about using the injection on Commander Erwin or me….and I…” he stammered profusely, “turned into a Titan and ate B-ertholdt…” he trails off and stays silent for a second before he begins to gag and cough. Everyone gathered around him watches him, some with concern, while others just wait for him to calm down. Jean albeit falls by his side and hands Armin a pouch of water, which he gladly accepts.

When he sets the pouch down, he begins breathing hard and still can’t seem to be convinced. Armin demands clarity from Levi for such a difficult choice, but as expected Levi wasn’t all that sweet, actually kicks Eren and begins to argue. “I told you to tell him everything. The thing is, it seems your two friends here didn’t think that way. They stood up to me…prepared to draw blood.”

“Huh?”

“We’ll take whatever punishment comes.” Eren assures Levi.

“You’ll be disciplined for insubordination,” Hange tells Mikasa and Eren, “but, does taking the punishment allow you to do anything?”

Eren’s head drops and he mutters, “no.”

“However,” Levi continues, “the final decision to choose was mine. No, I chose this to be the place where Erwin dies.”

His words roll off his tongue with ease, not a single hint of the same sorrow that you had barely caught on him back in the room expressed on his face. Then again he couldn’t afford looking sad or being vulnerable, who knows maybe he was so in private, when you also weren’t there. As of right now he remained nonchalant to assure Armin’s continuous doubts over the choice, and the fact that he was now in some ways Erwin’s replacement.

“Don’t get me wrong. You’ll never be Erwin’s replacement. But, I know you have a strength that nobody else has but you. I won’t regret my decision.” However,” he says as he grabs Mikasa and Eren’s heads. “Don’t make these guys regret it. Nor anyone else. And don’t regret it yourself, either. That is your mission.”

Armin answers with silence in his continuous bewildered state, but the silence doesn’t last long as it allows Sasha to begin groaning out loud before snapping her complaint. “Shut up!”

Your friends gasp at her reaction and you can’t help but snort, letting a faint smile play on your lips. Hange on the other hand begins to laugh before adding, “we’re no match for Sasha. Well, being the successor of Erwin as Commander of the Scouts, we’re kinda in the same boat. From here on out, we’ll have to grin and bear it. Right…Now then…” they close their eye and let out a deep exhale before standing up to continue. “If it’s not a problem for Armin, we should get going. Levi, Eren, Mikasa and I will go investigate. You other five keep watch from atop Shiganshina’s wall.”

“Roger.”

“Eren. Do you still have the key?”

Eren clutch’s said object hidden under his shirt and confirms their question, setting him and those meant to go with him off the wall and finally towards the basement. While you sat in wait with the other four though, you couldn’t help but let your eyes and mind wander to Armin.

“Armin.” Your eyes fall to the rag you damped as you begin to dab it on Sasha's face to keep her refreshed. “How does it feel to be back in your hometown?”

Said boy acknowledges your question by slightly shifting his head, but he still keeps his gaze on the city below where Eren and Mikasa had disappeared to.

“It feels…” he trails off and sighs. “Strange. It’s been five years. It all feels surreal, like I’m not meant to be here.”

Your hand stops and you look up at him to comfort him with bluntness. “But you are. The choice was made for a reason. You’re alive because you're meant to be.” You blink to look back down at Sasha's twitching face and continue gently dabbing her face with the wet rag. “You can’t sulk. There isn’t time for that. Embrace your second chance to make something grande out of it…” your lips tug to a faint smile as you feel a hint of pride. “Besides, don't you have a sea to discover?”

Armin shuffles around and even if you don’t see it he answers with a small, happy smile that brings forth a comfortable waiting silence.

The sun was beginning to lower, and the four that travelled to the basement wouldn’t return until dusk, bringing with them new mind blowing information.

Turns out that the sky was endless after all, the stars roamed way beyond what anyone's eyes could ever possibly see; to places far away, with more people than you could ever imagine, larger cities that were described to be more elegant and far more grand than the ones here. They brought new findings that you never ever thought existed. Such as the shiny portrait, Eren’s father called a picture.

It was truly amazing that people could be…drawn? Captured…so clearly. It made you wonder if you could ever be captured like that, in such a small piece of glossy and elegant paper. Seeing, admiring the photograph, felt like a dream, it opened your mind to new curiosities that ran wild in your mind. Your hunger to discover the world you once thought small grew far deeper. Now you were famished to learn a lot more than what your eye could possibly see. Yet you couldn’t help but feel sad as well. Learning that there was much more of this world made you wish that there were others here to share such amazing news with you.

Oh my beloved Marco. Furlan. And Isabel, the sky is truly beyond endless. I promise I’ll try to see it all—you smile at your hands grasping your reins before you throw your head back to watch the waking sky as you approach the wall. A couple birds fly overhead, over the wall, to Trost District, and you can’t help the grin that spreads on your lips. Even if you carried a heavy loss after the battle, that gloomy cloud was pushed to the back of your head. Right now, all you felt was happiness over what was discovered, you felt like that little girl in her first moments above ground again.

You relished in the feelings after such findings for the little while that you could because you knew it wouldn't last. Going past the wall, returning home would bring back that grief, it would set a new harsh truth also found within the books of Eren’s father. So you basked in the little happiness while you could.

——

“Here,” you smile warmly and let go of the three small boxes once Armin has them secured in his hands. “To make you all feel better. Or at least I hope they do.” You take a glimpse over his shoulder to see Mikasa sleeping away in her cell. “You should try going to a real bed Armin,” you suggest as your eyes slide back to him.

“It’s okay,” he assures you, “I can wait for them here. I don’t mind sleeping on a chair. Besides,” he smiles, “I think this care package should do the trick.”

You scoff lightheartedly and nod. “Hell yeah it will. I made sure to accommodate each box for your individual needs and likings.” You set your hands in your pockets and fall back to sit on a wooden chair set against the wall. “I’m truly a great friend that way.” You laugh at your own comment, but all too soon come to a stop as pain shoots from your stitched up wound.

“Are you okay?” Armin instantly asks in concern to your groan.

“Yeah,” you nod and clutch onto your side. “Damn wound hurts ever since it got stitched.”

“Have you,” Armin teases, “tried resting?” He sits back on his chair in between the cells and sets two boxes down to keep his own on his lap. “Your stitches are fresh, and Mikasa says that your wound is deep, you shouldn’t strain yourself. You’ll make—”

“Yeah, yeah,” you cut him off. “Levi has nagged me hundreds of times already. But I can’t,” you sigh and watch your hands slide out of your sweater pockets so you could begin fiddling with your fingers. “Learning that there is much more beyond the walls. That we’re not truly alone, and that we’re actually considered an “evil race of devils” leaves a lot to think about.”

Armin nods in agreement and his own eyes drop to his hands as a deep sigh leaves his lips before he speaks on your comments. “It seems you’re right. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that either…I mean I knew that Titans weren’t our only obstacle since well…the fight with your father, but the fact seems surreal now.”

“Hmm.”

“But,” he interjects in a much cheerful tone, “now that we know that more exists beyond the walls, means we have a lot more to explore. Right? I mean we can’t let that taint our excitement?”

Your eyes flicker up to him and a matching twinkle shines within your gaze, whilst a beaming smile begins to slowly grow on your lips. “You’re right….absolutely right. I mean,” you begin to muse. “We have to see the sea. The one Eren mentioned, the one talked about in the journals of Eren’s father?”

At the mention of the sea, Amrin’s eyes lit up with pure happiness, he leaned forward and began to add about things you had never heard about, places that also lay beyond the walls; fiery lakes and snowfields of sand. You listened. Of course you did. You consumed all his words with content, feeling like a couple of school children. Hours passed and once you could rip from your seat you realized you had forgotten to tell him that Historia was going to come to Trost.

Oh well, he and the other two will find out by someone else.

Which they did, literally the next day, when Hange and Levi went to release them from their holding cells to take them to Historia herself before the meeting with the council. Which in truth, you forgot all about until you ran into Mikasa, Eren, Armin, Levi, Jean and Historia, on your way to look for Hange and your mysterious letter.

“Hange—” you cut yourself off at the realization of the group behind her. “Oh.” You blink cluelessly. “What’s going on?”

“We're going to the meeting with the council,” Levi reminds you, setting off that bulb in your head.

“Right!” You exclaim with a nervous giggle, “well I’ll walk with you guys then.” You’re quick to fall at Historia’s side to try and catch up with her, but you’re interrupted rather quickly.

“You’re not going,” Levi deadpans.

Your eyebrows furrow and your pace slows down so you could walk around Hange and fall at his side to protest. “Huh? Why not?”

“You’re going to be resting. Trying to actually heal your wound. Too much walking will open up your stitches, then you’ll actually die.”

At his persistence in front of all your friends, your face begins to burn and your confidence dwindles. “I’ve been fine.” Your voice cracks, “I can’t skip the meeting.”

“Sure you can,” Jean also cuts in, “we'll give you the report after.”

You pout in frustration and you shoot a burning glare at Jean; who is unaffected by it. He’s actually smug since he knew Levi would agree—“Tsk. I’m not—”

“It’s an order,” Hange cuts you off, causing your annoyance to boil. “Sorry, Cherry. Your wound seems to be just as inflamed as the day it got stitched. So please just take it easy. Maybe keep Sasha company. Or…read your letter.”

You shoot your head up and lose all your anger to feel flustered and hotter, as if you were under a hot spotlight. Hange pulls out the metal case and tries to hand it to you with a weird expression painted on their face. “You know you never told me that you—”

Hastily before they could finish their sentence, you snatch the the case from their hand and cut them off. “We’re not talking about it.”

“What?” Hange’s voice squeaks. “Why not? You can trust me.” They raise their hands and smile. “I mean having feelings—”

You fall back from the group, even if they stop to watch you. “Stop!” You exclaim, “just—”

“Wait,” Historia chimes in curiously. “Who sent you something? Did Reiner send you a letter?” A smirk grows on her lips, and now a tension grows between the group and you.

“Yeah,” Jean pressed with a hint of jealousy that no one caught in his voice. “What does it say? We’re all curious to know.” He narrows his eyes on you and then looks at the case in your hand, making you feel much more flustered.

You try to ignore it and him by pretending you were fine and showing them a very feigned grin, not daring to look at Levi out of fear that he knew the contents of the letter. “I'll see you all later. Enjoy your meeting.” You begin to walk back towards the dorms and wave. “Goodbye.”

——

Reading the letter albeit was harder than expected. Not because of lack of concentration, but because you…feared what was written. What could have Reiner possibly wanted you to know? No matter how much you tried, your eyes wouldn't dare themselves to read each word, your mind didn’t want to learn any sentence.

What if the words hurt? What if they confused you no matter how much you knew that Reiner was in the past? No matter if you knew your feelings weren’t there anymore.

What if the words are spiteful? Which again brought back the fear that the words would hurt.

Yet, you’d never know if you didn’t read it. By the tell on Hange’s face it was something worthwhile.

I need to read it. Have to, for my own sake.

You flip the first paper over and slowly drop your eyes on the first letters, ignoring how the paper trembled in your hold.

“Dear y/n,

I can’t lie and say that I didn’t throw away dozens of papers with barely chicken scratch on the sheet to avoid writing to you. Yet I also don’t want to hide my truth, not from you, which is why—”

No. You can’t finish it. At least not yet. Perhaps after the ceremony. When you could find solitude in your room, hide under your sheets and cry or be angry without having to fear that someone would see you.

——

“Did you finish reading the report?” Jean asks while you filter into the grande hall.

You nod and slide your hands in your pockets, “yeah. But it’s not like there was much to read considering I knew it all beforehand.”

“And you wanted to go,” Jean huffs.

You both come to a stop with your friends at the side of the room, away from most of the crowd. “Well I’m glad I didn’t. Felt nice having some time to myself.”

“Hmm. Well you did miss Eren’s sudden outburst in the middle of the meeting.” Jean stifles his laugh and looks down to avoid looking at the boy he was talking about.

“Jean,” you scold, “don’t start anything right now please.”

Jean smiles softly and shakes his head. “I’m not. I’m just catching you up.”

“It’s not funny,” you try to say seriously as you fail to keep yourself from laughing. “Levi says he’s going through a phase.”

“You’re the one laughing.”

You cover your mouth and stifle your laugh that Jean only instigates more. “This is not a laughing matter y/n, stop thinking about how embarrassing that must’ve been for him. This is supposed to be serious.”

“You know Jean,” Eren interjects in a sharp whisper, causing you to suck in your breath and instantly cut off your laughter. “It’s not really proper to talk about people behind their backs.”

You play off your previous actions by scratching your nose and hiding your hands in your coat pockets, averting Eren’s glare and backing away from Jean as he explained your conversation. “I was just catching y/n up about yesterday’s…events.”

“I’m sorry Eren,” you interject sweetly. “I’ll shut him up. It’s difficult going through puberty, there's just so many phases one goes through. It’s not easy and we understand. Sorry.” You smile at him and turn away before you could catch his reaction, hearing Jean snort, but then hold himself back considering where you were. He tried to comment on it, but you cut him off knowing he’d just make things worse for you. Instead you focus on the first thing you catch. “Jean, your buttons are all wrong.”

Said guy looks down and groans. “I was in a hurry.” He moves his hands to try to undo them, but you instinctively reach for them first.

“Here, I’ll help you.”

He should’ve stepped back and pretended that you were being overbearing, said that it was embarrassing that you were quick to help him do something as simple as fixing the buttons on his coat, but he actually liked that you noticed something nobody else cared to point out. Besides he liked having an excuse to have you close to him and be able to look at you. However, whilst he was watching you help him, he felt a sudden itch on the side of his face, he scratched it to ease the feeling, but he found that the funny feeling was still there. Instead of trying to soothe the feeling, he turned his head and found that the feeling was sprouted by Levi’s glare burning into Jean.

The glare was piercing, and felt deadly. It’s as if the little man was actually burning Jean with the simple look. And it didn't take a genius to know as to why he was getting such a terrifying look. When Jean returned his gaze to the reason in front of him, he slapped your hand away and took a big step away from you as he grumbled his excuse. “I can do it. I’m not a child.”

“Tsk.” You wince and rub the back of your hand. “Okay. Sorry.” You take a step back yourself, but you don’t question his sudden change of behavior, or catch Levi’s lingering glare. Hitch then catches your eye and steals your attention before you could even try to notice a thing.

“Hey, you heroes of the walls.” She waves and her entrance receives the same surprised reactions.

“Hitch…you came?” Jean questions her presence.

“I just came to see you guys receive your medals,” she shares in such a casual manner.

“I see.” Jean then falls silent for a moment as he drops his head and takes a couple seconds to form words he thought would be of some comfort. “Marlo was…brave all the way till the end.”

“Yeah,” Hitch says quietly, her head dropping and her smile completely falling from her lips.

“Right Floch? Tell her.”

“Sure,” Floch complied, “Marlo Freudenberg was an urgent recruit, just like me. But he managed to bring us recruits together. The situation was hopeless and the Scouts were on the verge of ruin...”

Slowly your hands fall at your side and you put your full attention on Flochs surprising choice of words.

“…We thought all was lost and were stricken with fear. But he…Only he inspired us.”

“Yeah?” She queries.

“He was an amazing person.”

“I know. That’s why…that’s probably why he never listened to me.”

“But in the end,” Floch kept interjecting, “I’m sure he regretted being there.”

Tsk. What the hell.

Hitch stiffens and you manage to catch a small gasp escaping her lips. Of course she’s quick to play it off, and return to sounding as casual and cool as before to turn and walk off. “I’ll laugh if you screw up the ceremony.”

After she walked off, Jean turned to Floch and remarked angrily on his choice of words. “Hey! Why did you do that?”

“Because,” Floch retorted, “someone has to tell the truth.” His eyes slide to the corner to shoot a glare at Armin’s way.

“I know how desperate you were to revive Commander Erwin.” Armin steps forward.

“That’s right. It should have been the commander, not you,” Floch argued bitterly, much to everyone’s dismay and growing discomfort. “I’m not the only one who thinks that. We all do. Everyone who read that report thinks the same thing: why wasn’t Erwin the one picked?”

“What the hell do you know about Armin?” Eren snapped. “Tell me!”

“Nothing at all. I’m not his childhood friend, and we’re not chums, either. But I can still tell you why Armin was chosen. It’s because you two,” he points to Eren and Mikasa, “and Captain Levi brought your emotions into it. You thought the injection was all yours and made a totally irrational decision! Basically, it was too hard for you to let go of someone important.”

Eren proceeds to stomp towards Floch to shoot him an anger fueled warning. “Hey, you should shut your mouth.”

“Eren. Deep down inside, I bet you think you’re always in the right. That’s why you never gave up in the end.” Floch counters without fault. “Just like a brat that won’t listen.”

“Eren,” Mikasa says at his side, “just leave him alone.”

Flochs attention quickly shoots to your cousin. “Mikasa’s the one who behaved like an adult. At least she gave up at the end.” At the sound of Floch picking on Mikasa, you don’t hesitate to break away from the stun filled silence and part your lips to argue against him. Yet just as you were prepared to fight, Floch threw the first verbal punch, rendering you silent. “And you. I thought you’d be the one to act decent. But you’re not as honorable as you think you are.”

“Hey!” Jean quickly cuts him off and gets in the middle of Eren and Floch before they could think of doing anything. “What the hell's wrong with you two? Floch. Let’s not do this during a funeral for our fallen comrades, all right?”

“What’s done is done,” Connie cuts in, “so let’s just drop it.”

“And you guys…you didn’t stand up to your superiors.” Floch continued to spat. “You didn’t even stop Eren and Mikasa. All you could do was watch. Medals for what? A funeral for who? You guys better start telling the truth when you go to enlist more recruits. That way, you won’t get cowards like me joining by accident. What the hell are we supposed to do now without Erwin?! Because…even fodder like me…I get that I’m completely expendable, but…Even fodder like me…has a right to decide if it’s worth dying for!”

Everyone falls silent after. No one steps up to argue this time because everyone knew his words were nothing but true. It didn’t excuse him from having the outburst, but you couldn’t dare try to prove him wrong because he wasn’t. Surprisingly Armin commented on it. “Floch is right. Commander Erwin is the one who should've lived. I’m not the one who can turn this situation around.”

“How can you be so sure of that?” Eren tried to comfort Armin. “I really can’t say if it was the right decision or not. None of us know what the future holds. For starters, have you even seen beyond the walls? What is there beyond the walls?”

Armin breaks from the dark cloud that held him captive, and you catch his eyes light up as he lifts his head to whisper, “the sea.”

“That’s right. The sea. You haven’t seen it, right? None of us really know anything! Fiery water, lands of ice, sandy snowfields! The possibilities are endless out there! On the other side of the wall, freedom is—” Eren abruptly cuts himself off and his whole body visibly stiffens. The change in his demeanor was notable, but no one could try to question it before Levi cut in.

“Hey, brats. It’s time.” He points to the throne. “Line up.”

Pushing aside Eren’s sudden and odd cut off that had made him go rigid, everyone follows what Levi says. After that, while the ceremony went on and words were shared in regards to the events that each and everyone of you barely made out with your lives, it was easy to forget what had just happened. Floch’s words weren’t forgettable, but the moments after were. Especially as excitement began to bubble within you when you lined up to receive your first medal.

Waiting for your turn to come made you angsty, you couldn’t help but feel pride at yourself for having such an incredible honor. With a hand on your heart, all you could think about was how proud Furlan would be. It had been so long ago when you wished to join them in the expedition he wouldn't return from, everyday after that, you were fueled with hope to become a soldier like him to help humanity get rid of the monsters that had taken him from you. And now here you are, in front of the Queen, waiting to receive a medal for your efforts. You knew that the Scouts had suffered a heavy loss; you had lost Erwin, and Moblit. But it wasn’t wrong to relish in your pride.

However, while you waited for your moment to come, you noticed Eren suffer through the same rigid state as before. It was odd, he didn’t move a single muscle and Historia, herself, seemed stunned by his sudden reaction the moment after he kissed her knuckles. Someone should’ve followed up on him about it, but no one did, he even ignored it as if nothing had happened. But you should’ve. Someone should’ve. But it was all part of his “phase”, right?

*A MONTH LATER*

The room smelled of firewood, and herbs from the tea starting to boil on the stovetop. The light outside was beginning to dim now that the days became shorter, with it bringing an unwanted bitter cold every damn night as winter was around the corner. Luckily the fire eating up the wood in the fireplace provided a comforting warmth to the comfortable atmosphere around the round table.

“It’s good that you came Mikasa,” Levi finally spoke up after sitting in silence throughout his meal. “I know Cherry’s happy you did.”

“Well,” Mikasa muttered shyly, “you two are the only blood family I have. I wouldn't miss it.”

You smile from ear to ear with your cheeks filled with food.

“Do you guys do this all the time?” She questions as she twirls the food on her plate. “Eat alone together I mean?”

“Well,” Levi sighs, “it wasn’t always just the two of us. But yes, we try to eat together when we can. We haven’t done it in a while though.”

You swallow your food and lean in to add onto his comment. “You can join us now. If you want to, of course.” You pick up your spoon and scoop up some soup. “We don’t eat together all the time, but whenever we find time we like to do it.”

Mikasa smiles. “Thank you.” She doesn’t hold your gaze for long over how flustered she felt, instead she hid her eyes by looking at the food she was playing with. “Who made this? It’s very good.”

“Levi did,” you blurt with your mouth partially full of food. “He’s very good isn’t he? He used to cook all the time when we lived underground. No offense to Furlan,” you snicker, “but Levi was always the better cook.”

“Cherry, stop talking with your mouth full of food,” Levi scolds you as he stands up to get the pot off the stove.

Your eyebrows furrow and you scoff. “I’m not! I swallowed first!”

“That’s not what I saw.”

“I get excited,” you mumble.

Mikasa snickers as she continues playing with her food. Your eyes snap her way and just as you part your lips to shoot her a remark, Levi picks on her habit. “And you stop playing with your food.”

“I,” Mikasa utters, but then stops herself to sit up straight and quietly take another bite from her food.

“Actually,” Levi continues while he walks to Mikasa’s side to pour tea in her teacup. “I did want to talk about something with you two.” He walks around the table to come to your side and fill your teacup, before returning to his seat in silence and pouring his own cup. His silence proceeds after that, and he takes his time to relieve your curiosity as he sits down and takes a long sip of his tea first.

When he does set his teacup down, he firstly meets your eyes for a second before his eyes flicker back to his cup to finally continue. “You girls are older now.” He clears his throat and you start losing the curiosity that once burned bright. “Which means that you have new urges.”

You instantly choke from the shock his words left you in. Levi ignores your reaction and misses the look you share with Mikasa as he averts his gaze and exhales to continue with an ease that feels practiced. “I know that no one can keep you from having feelings. It’s only natural to like someone.” His grip tightens around the rim of his teacup and he finally has enough courage to briefly meet your widened gaze, and Mikasa’s unreadable expression. “And with that I do want you girls to know that even if I'm older and a man, that you can feel comfortable coming to me with anything. Cherry knows that. I want you to know that too, Mikasa.”

“Oh,” she whispers, “okay. Thank you”

A deep exhale unfurls from your lungs, and after you try to alleviate your dry throat that didn’t seem to feel better no matter how much tea you drank, you manage to offer Levi a small smile now that you recuperated from your disbelief. And you didn’t feel that way because Levi somehow made things awkward, and it was weird that he was bringing this up. Because the truth was that when it came to having heavy talks with you, he never shied away from them, he was the one who read up on what happened to girls when undergoing puberty, and he wanted to be the one who talked to you about it. Even if some topics weren’t always so comfortable to talk about he did.

“Actually,” Mikasa broke the silence, “y/n, don’t you like someone?”

Once again your eyelids peel back as you’re hit with another wave of surprise. This time though you couldn’t pick yourself up so easily, or really at all. No matter how comfortable you were with Levi, gossiping about a crush was something off the table. It was something you talked to with Sasha, or Mikasa. If Marco were here, he’d be one of those people too, but it was only a topic talked to amongst friends. It’d be weird giggling over some guy with Levi. The one and only way you’d bring a boy up is if you were pursuing something truly serious.

Which is why you didn’t talk to him about Jean. No matter how much you felt for him, you wouldn’t try to pursue anything yet...or at all. Levi never even knew about Reiner, and something had sparked between you two—but maybe that’s due to the fact that his secrets were revealed.

“Really?” Levi probes through his frustration, and even if he knew it wasn’t him, he dared to ask in some hope it was, “is it Armin?”

“What?!” You exclaim with a nervous laugh. “No. No!”

“He’s a nice guy.”

“No it’s not Armin,” you insist whilst shooting Mikasa a glare as she snickered to her cup. “It's no one. Mikasa,” you kick her shin, “is just being funny.”

Levi peers at Mikasa grinning at the table, and hums when noticing her reaction. He doesn’t stay quiet though, he continues to poke the subject. “Hange told me about the letter. I didn’t read it and I didn’t let her tell me about it. But was it him?”

You swallow thickly and lose all sort of uneasiness as you begin to feel more upset. “No….it’s nothing to worry about.” You meet Levi’s gaze and offer him an assuring smile.

“Okay,” Levi nods in comprehension.

Rather than dropping the subject, you smirk and shoot Mikasa a mischievous look as you pull her down with you. “Can we talk about who Mikasa likes though, hmm?”

Levi smirks and lifts his teacup. “Oh I know all about him.”

Mikasa loses all amusement and glares at the both of you, but she’s hasty to drop the subject unlike you. The rest of your time together is filled with small talk. At first the dinner was kind of awkward considering Levi and you were welcoming Mikasa for the first time, but throughout the evening, everything flowed easily, as if the three of you had done this before. It felt nice choosing to have dinner, especially after everything that happened. It was nice seeing Levi smile, and hearing Mikasa share a laugh. The dinner was very much needed, and it’s a moment you’d cherish and look forward to having again.

However, It was the time after the dinner that was difficult, because of the reminder of the letter that you possessed. You couldn’t seem to let it go, your mind was overrun with the curiosity of what lay beyond the words you read a month ago. There was no more avoiding it. You needed to read it.

Dear y/n,

I can’t lie and say that I didn’t throw away dozens of papers with barely chicken scratch on the sheet to avoid writing to you. Yet I also don’t want to hide my truth, not from you, which is why I have to write to you, why you’re reading this now.

I’m sorry. I'm sorry that you had to find out about who I truly was the way that you did, when I close my eyes I can still see your distraught face. It haunts me. I'm sorry that it hurt, you’re a gentle person, you’re sensitive, which is why you didn’t deserve such a blunt revelation, or the things I did to you.

But if I had told you any other way, would you have understood? Would you have listened without getting mad?

Nevertheless, it’s done and I’m sorry.

Now can I tell you about how much I hate you. I hate that you ever saw me as a person, back home people looked at me with hatred and disgust because I was simply born. Here, you were one of the many people that didn’t. You looked at me differently, you always looked at me with kindness, with gentle affection. A look at you and I felt assured.

Yet that doesn’t take from the fact that I hate that I harboured feelings for a paradis devil. I hate that you still make me feel that way, I really do, it’s one of the cruelest things that you have done to me.

But I can’t tell you that I regret every falling for you in the way that I have. Because it’s true y/n, I love you. I love you. I love the way you look at the world, the way you love the earth and humanity. I love your thoughts on the world. And all I wish is for you to get all that you may want from this damn world, I hope you see all the precious things the world has to offer. But I do have to tell you that none of them would ever compare to how precious you are.

With that said, I hope that I see you again. Someday. For now I’ll have to wonder if we had lived different lives, if I had chosen a different path that day, or been born a different man, would you have fallen in love with me as I fell in love with you?

Goodbye my precious y/n. Know that when I look at the stars, I’ll think of you.

Reiner.

The letter trembles in your hand, and your eyes unfocus from the white sheet of parchment. You imagined that you’d cry during or after reading the letter, but your eyes were dry—but maybe that’s because the cold air dried your eyes and blew away the possibility of you crying. All that you did feel was completely taken back over the letter you had just finished reading. You didn’t catch yourself angry, or overwhelmed with sadness, but you did catch yourself dumbfounded.

Now you understood why Hange was so weird over the letter. Why they looked at you so weirdly the couple days after they gave it to you, and why they insisted on talking over your past about Reiner, and any potential crushes you could have at the moment. Because of this letter.

What can you do with it now though? The truth was that it did hurt, you could start feeling the pings of pain in your heart as your mind processed his spiteful words that were then contradicted. So what could you do with it? Let the night breeze blow it away, or let the trash consume it?

No. That wouldn't be right. Hmm.

“Y/N.”

You crumble the letter under your hold, and tuck it under your coat to then shift your feet to see Eren walking towards you. “Eren?”

“What are you doing out here? It’s cold.”

You smile. “I could ask the same to you.”

Said boy shrugs and falls close beside you to try and preserve the warmth around where you stood. “I saw you out here and I got curious. Considering you’re alone.”

A scoff leaves your lips and you blink to look away from him. “I was just looking for a quiet place.”

“Is your room not an option?”

You laugh softly and shake your head. “Sometimes I do have visitors, so I knew that coming out here would guarantee that I’d be alone. But I guess I thought wrong,” you tease him.

Eren doesn’t smile, he remains as serious as he’s been all month and glances at your hand tucked behind your coat. “What were you reading?”

You bite on the inside of your cheek and completely avoid his stare as you respond with silence. He notices your afflicted reaction and speaks on the unspoken answer. “Did you finally read the letter?”

“Mhmm.”

“Good,” he retorts, “You can finally tell Jean about it so he can stop being so damn annoying: “I don’t get why she doesn’t talk about it. Why is she being so private about it? It's not like she can go to him anyway.” Blah, blah.”

Your eyes slowly flicker back to Eren and you huff out a breath of air before remarking his comment. “Well you tell him he can shut the hell up because I won’t show him.”

“Why not? He’s your best friend. I thought you told him everything. It’s actually annoying that you do that.”

Your face begins to feel warm, and your heart begins to race. “Because it’d be weird.”

“Why?” Eren probes.

“Because,” you try to explain, but come out empty. “Because he’s a guy?”

Eren snorts and shoots you perplexed gaze. “That has nothing to do with it. Why won’t you tell him?”

“Because!” You exclaim in frustration. “It’s weird Eren! Okay?”

Their’s silence for a second before you hear him laugh. When your eyes snap to him you’re taken back and confused by his sudden reaction. It doesn’t last long, but after he’s done there's a smile on his face that’s accompanied by a clear look on his face that said that he knew something. He wasn’t cocky, rather he was acting mysterious about it which was strange and alerting.

“What’s that look for?” You sneer.

“What look?” He asks, pretending to be clueless and innocent.

“That,” you point at him. “That look. It’s like you know something I don’t!”

Eren shakes his head, “I,” he hesitates, “don’t know a thing. You’re just weird.”

“Tsk,” you scoff and face away from him once again.

“Burn it then. The letter.” Eren suggests seriously. “It’s not like it means anything. And it seems that it only hurts you. Burn it.”

You kick a rock off the ground and lift your hand to look at the parchment in your hand again. “I just wish it could burn the memories along with it.”

Eren sighs, “yeah it won’t do that. But I bet it’ll help.”

His words were unexpected, his behavior was weird and has been weird for the past month now. As you tried to steal a side glance of him, it turned out he was looking at you, so you didn’t catch that distant look that you’ve noticed on him before. But there was something odd about him that you did begin to pick up on just now too; He was more serious recently, bruting, silent, he always seemed lost in his own mind. It was now as you were alone with him that you began to actually notice it and not take a passing note of it.

Yet you didn’t find yourself trying to get answers. You brushed it off as him still being upset over what happened after returning from his hometown. It’d take time to heal from that, so you glossed over his odd behavior and let him help you start a fire in a nearby fire pit without a single question.

When the flames were enraged you pulled the letter out from its hiding spot, and after a deep breath and a moment of hesitation, you let the letter fall in the fire to then watch as sparks flew up against the night. You basked in the flames' warmth, and stood in silence while the burning flames ate away at the parchment, turning it into nothing but ashes. Now Reiner’s words only existed in your memory, that unfortunately wouldn't burn away anytime soon, but Eren was right, watching the fire burn the letter and all his words along with it, made you feel much better. You were still a bit wounded over what he said, but your heart didn’t feel those pings of pain anymore.

“That actually helped,” you broke the silence and spoke over the crackling fire. “Thank you Eren.”

Said boy meets your gaze and offers you a soft smile before he looks away and proceeds to extinguish the fire, leaving the area dark and surrounded by the strong smoky after smell. After that he doesn’t take long before he turns body halfway to then break you from the silence. “Come on, let's go inside. You’ll catch a cold.”

Without putting up a fight, and actually feeling thankful that you were getting out of the cold, you follow Eren inside, walking side by side in a comfortable silence.

*1 YEAR LATER*

The air was dry and hot, as it blew past your face the wind offended your face, it stung the apple of your cheeks sting. But Eren said it was just the sand grains hitting your face as it mixed with the wind that didn’t let your hood stay on your head. And there was a lot of that on the ground your horse ran on, miles and miles of golden lands of sand. Nothing like you've ever seen before. And nothing compared to snow fields.

The sight was mesmerizing though, especially with how the sun casted over the fields of sand. The sun beams made the distant grains of sand glimmer like glass. For so long it seemed like you would never leave the field, it seemed endless, but soon some of the sand met its end when it stopped at the edge of a tall grey wall you rode by, whilst some part of it blended into a hill with spots of tall grass.

Beyond that hill though, that’s where all your curiosity focused on, to the loud crashing sound that traveled over it. It was a consistent sound that got louder the closer you all rode towards it, it sounded like a calm song that consisted only of slow crashing rhythms. Usually the sound of a crash was chaotic, but this was a peaceful sound. Unrealistic.

Yet that word held no meaning compared to the beauty that lay beyond the hill. How could someone describe the large glimmering blue body of water? Beautiful didn’t even begin to describe how the blue water looked. Was it majestic? Surreal? The crashing sound you had heard from the distance was now a louder sound in your ears, even more so as you stood in a still silence as you ogled the calming water, as you caught waves calmly flowing into the sand bank below.

This couldn’t be real. The sea seemed like a painting, or a dream you were stuck in. And it would’ve felt that way if you didn’t remind yourself to breathe in the fresh air. The air that smelled like…well there were no words that came to mind because it didn’t smell like anything, if someone did demand an answer, the first thing that came up was, fresh, the air really smelled fresh here. Different.

The breath of air was reviving as well. Feeling the air travel into your lungs broke you from your stupor, and let your limbs finally receive the messages to move that your mind kept sending. And before you knew it, and without thinking, you tugged on your horse's reins to turn back and sprint down the hill without a single word to anyone. Levi called after you in a concerned voice, but his words were blown away by the fresh and cool breeze. Your horse didn’t even come to a full stop before you swung your legs over the saddle and slid off its back to let your boots crash on the sand ground.

Quickly after your boots struck the ground though, you felt the sand begin to pull your feet down, it made you begin to panic. But it was truly nothing to worry about because your feet just sunk down a few centimeters. That led you to not waste anymore time and begin to tug your boots off, hopping on one foot as you struggled to pull them off in a hurry. However, after you freed your feet from every layer that covered it, you ignored how soft and grainy it felt because all you could think about doing was jumping back as the skin on the bottom of your foot burned.

“Ow. Ow. Oh. Ow.” Instinctively you began to skip forward, where the water met the sand. Feeling the damped, cold and more solid ground under your feet felt instantly refreshing. The sand tickled your toes as you wiggled them and buried them in the sand, the feeling and sight of the darker grains of sand getting stuck between your toes made you smile, and made you begin to crouch down to feel it with your own fingers, but the moment the water lightly crashed into your feet, you let out a soft giggle and jumped back feeling completely in awe with how cold the water felt, and going completely unaware of the approaching horses.

“Cherry!”

You stand up straight at the sound of Levi’s call.

“Be careful!” He warned.

Once again you laugh before you look back at him with a goofy smile on your lips, and tears rolling down your cheeks.

When did I start crying?

Levi hesitantly slid off his own horse and he wanted to shoot you another warning, or scold you for not being cautious in new territory, just like he did when you took your first step above ground. But the moment he saw your soft smile and the happy tears filled in your eyes, he stopped himself and eased a bit to take in the sight of sea from up close. He nevertheless watched from afar, unlike all your other friends who soon wandered into the water, slowly taking their time to admire it a bit more before completely relaxing and enjoying the new finding without a care in the world.

“Look,” Hange whispered as they point to something purple and curved buried in the sand under the water.

Cautiously you crouch down and scoop it up to show off it to Hange with a grin. “What do you think it is? It has like ripples on it, and it’s hard, but light.”

“You two stop touching stuff, you don’t know what it can do. What if it’s poisonous,” Levi shouts again, albeit like all the other times, you throw him a thumbs up before completely brushing off his concern and going deeper into the water. “Cherry.”

A mischievous grin spreads on your lips and you let your object drop to walk further away, only slightly peeking back before you pretend to fall into the water. And even if the water burned your eyes as you stayed submerged, you kept them open to be able to see after hearing Levi’s muffled call. Knowing that he would instinctively come to you in worry, you waited underwater with your breath held.

The moment you saw his boots nearby you jumped up and rapidly grabbed him to drag him under. Levi fought against you and won, jumping out from under the water and looking at you in disbelief. He parted his lips but he didn’t even know what to say for a few seconds, you were grinning like a child and he didn’t feel mad, he just felt surprised—“brat,” he whispered breathlessly, holding your gaze and staying in the water.

You shrug and grin wider before taking a step away in thoughts of joining Sasha, Connie and Jean in the distance. Yet the moment you take the step away, you feel water splash all over the side of your face. Your head instantly snaps in the direction where the water came from and you catch Levi with a small smile on his face.

“It wasn’t me,” he lied. “It was Hange.”

“What?! Liar!”

Your grin slowly regrows and the water below splashes as you shift your body around to face Levi. He holds your gaze, but let’s his eyes bounce to your hands tucking under the wet surface. No matter how cautious he tries to be though, he misses your quick flick of the wrists and gets splashed with water. He lets out a lighthearted scoff and hits you right back, the sudden cold and wet feeling making you laugh after the water hits you.

Without hesitation you throw more water, this time Levi laughs softly before he walks back out of the water and tugs Hange to the side so they’d be hit with the second large splash of water you had thrown. They were going to protest against Levi, but Hange’s attention snaps to you when the water hits them. Unlike Levi’s hesitance at the beginning, Hange is quick to play along with you, albeit she’s more harsh with their splashes. But considering that your friends began to gather after hearing Levi laugh, and catching only partially of what playful actions he gave into before returning to the safety of the sand, you hide behind Jean and let him get splashed.

“Hey! What the hell is your problem?” He snaps at you after he gets splashed.

“You were in the way,” you quip in a playful tone.

Jean slowly begins to smile and before you could walk away, he grabs you and tries to pull you down to the water. You grip onto his forearms and fight back against his attempts. “No, Jean dont you dare,” you say in between laughs.

Sasha and Connie begin to help him, but you keep resisting against them and only laugh more, to the point your stomach begins to hurt. And since the three of them were balled up around you, Mikasa manages to sneak up and shove the four of you in the water. After seeing you go under again, Levi reacts and is ready to go after you, but Hange is quick to stop him when they reach his side.

“She’ll be okay. I mean she is seventeen.”

Levi crosses his arms over his chest and lets out a relieved breath of air when you come out of the water with a beaming grin. “Yeah,” Levi grumbles, “I know.”

Hange pulls off their glasses and begins wiping the water off the glass while they continue to try and assure him. “My point is that she’s not a little girl anymore.”

Levi hesitates to answer, and when he can form words he looks at the sand and mutters. “I know.” He looks up again to watch you from afar, not being able to help himself get lost in the happy smile glued to your face. “We’ve come a long way from The Underground.”

“Hmm. She’s done great.”

He exhales deeply and can’t help the memory of Kenny’s words from playing in his head as he watches you laugh carefree, and have fun with your friends without worrying about anything else, simply enjoying the time in the sea neither of you even thought of imagining when you lived underground.

“Promise me…You won’t let her turn out like me. The world has a habit…of destroying the most precious things.”

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A/N- Don't worry my beloved friends there's going to be more chapters before moving to season 4! And I will tell you, LOOK FORWARD FOR THE NEXT ONE!! IT'S FINALLY HAPPENING!

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[seredelgi]

Do they get jealous?/ AOT x fem!reader

featuring: Eren Jaeger, Armin Arlert, Jean Kirstein, Connie Springer, Reiner Braun, Erwin Smith, Levi Ackerman

tw: kissing, possessive behavior, jealousy, implied/referenced sex, implied/referenced oral, fem!receiving

Does Eren? Oh yeah, and childishly so, too. You know it the second you turn around from the counter, you could just feel Eren’s eyes on you when the tall cute barista flashed you a charming smile as he handed you your drinks. So of course you’re met with your boyfriend's cold green gaze, waiting patiently for you to hand him the drink and sit beside him on the chair of the pub you’re at. 

“ Were you having fun?” he utters, and you almost miss it amid the blasting music it’s playing in the background.

“ What?” you feign ignorance, prompting him to lean into your space, invading it with his fragrance as he whispers in your ear:

“ Does he know you’re mine?” a hand of his brushes down your bare back, covering it with goosebumps, and it rests at your hip, squeezing it tightly in his hold.

You roll your eyes and playfully retort “Well, he does now”

Armin does, but he would never tell. He masks it with concern and asks you casual questions. It’s honestly amusing, ‘cause you can sense it almost immediately by the way he sighs beforehand, and then exhales:

“So who’s that guy you were with? Was he bothering you?” he circles your shoulders and you walk beside him towards your apartment.

“ Who, Matt?” you laugh, immediately aware that he’s detected a menace of some sort “ He’s new at work and the boss asked me to let him shadow for a bit, he’s actually very funny”

As soon as he saddens you can’t take it, you have to clarify “And very gay, too”.

“ Oh” he suddenly reddens and squeezes you closer to him “ Well, thank God”

There’s no way around it, honestly. Jean is possessive. He has many great qualities: always treats you right, brings you flowers, takes you to the best restaurants, and loves to eat you out. But the man just can’t help it. To him, everyone is a menace. You often have to reassure him that it’s all in his head and that every man on the planet is certainly not out to take you away from him.

However, when they ogle you down the streets his temper gets a hold of him before you can, and you’ll find him spitting at them “ What’s up man? Wanna take a picture?”. It’s enough to scare them off, and it’s honestly hilarious.

Connie’s the type of man to take pride in the way other guys look at you. He basks contently in the knowledge that you’re his, and whoever wants to take a look certainly can, just as long as they keep their hands to themselves. It’s funny to him, and it brings a cheeky smile to his face whenever someone’s being very obvious while checking you out. That’s when he circles an arm of his around your shoulders and pulls you in, whispering on your lips.

“ Wanna give them a show?” 

You nod enthusiastically, honestly simply eager to get unwanted attention off of you. As soon as that’s accomplished, you will restore your no-kissing in public ban, maybe.

Reiner is a confident man. Confident in everything but you, that is. It’s not like he doesn’t feel loved by you, let’s be clear, but he’s too afraid of losing you, and he won’t take any chance. He won’t let anyone else be in your mind that way, not even for a second.

So if a guy talks to you flirtily or makes an appreciative comment to you in his presence, you can rest assured that Reiner will take it in his hands to remind you just how good he can make you feel. 

You have no time to rid yourself of heels or earrings that night, he will have you spread on his bed as soon as he wills it, and he will bury his face between your thighs before you can even begin to protest. By the time he starts to work his magic on you, he certainly won’t hear any more complaints.

Erwin gets jealous alright, but he just hates to admit it, and it’s honestly so entertaining. He won’t talk to you all night, giving you the silent treatment the whole ride back home. You’ve come to understand where his mind goes over the years, so you now don’t mind. You just sit back in your seat and enjoy the calm before the storm, because as soon as he’s got a hold of you he won’t let you go. He will address the issue shortly and then start his payback with his hand closed around your throat, with whispers of how much you’ll regret touching another man’s arm like that, because you know exactly what it does to him, because you love how he bends you over the kitchen counter and claims you back.

Levi’s not the type to get jealous, no. Worried, however, that he gets, and you do pity the men that have made the error of mistreating you over the years. He usually just sits back and watches amusingly whoever thirsts over you at the club, as you’re dancing and laughing it off with your friends. But as soon as so much as a hand dares to slap your ass, or even worse, if anyone tries to take hold of you, you merely have the time to try and wiggle away from them, before Levi’s hand comes to rest on their shoulder, and he doesn’t have to speak to let them know to piss off.

What names do they like being called in bed?

How do they take you?

What's their love language?

So what about the way they kiss you?

How do they take compliments, then?

What gets them going?

And what pet names do they use the most?

What about JJK men?

[mommypieck]

⌗︙・jean taking care of a greedy slut ⸜⸜・

being friends with connie has its pros and cons. one of the worse things is when jean comes home to find out that connie threw a swinger's party in their apartment. he can feel himself turning red, mostly from anger but also because of the sweaty bodies in the living room. you catch jeans eye, laying spread on the couch with your pretty pussy on display. your juices are glistening, showing how turned on you are.

"hey jean boy." connie greets him, throwing his arm around his neck. jean isn't having any of this, the only thing on his mind is finding out who you are.

"oh her? that's y/n, she's a needy little thing. never satisfied." connie explains. jean stops in front of you, he wants nothing more than to wipe off that stupid smile off your face. why do you smile at him when everyone can see how disgustingly wet you are?

he doesn't care, he's taking you to his room.

"so you are never satisfied?" he asks as his cock hammers in and out of your pussy. your face is soaked with tears, pretty makeup smudged all around your face.

"it's enough." you managed to choke out. he's treating you like the slut you are, making you cum again and again and never stopping. the bed underneath you is soaked with your juices and you don't think you can cum anymore.

"is my cock enough for you?" you nod your head. his cock is more than enough and you don't even know his name.

"stop looking at me like that." he says and you smile harder. he tries fucking you even harder. why did connie bring such a pretty girl to the sex party? you probably got fucked by everyone some other time but he doesn't care. he's the first to ever make you satisfied.

you lay on the bed, completely satisfied with your tongue lolled out. you don't want any other cock, you want only his cock.

"see sweetheart? this is what happens to girls who are just too pretty."

[luverine]

𓇢𓆸 Ache

Mdni

Every waking moment is torture around you, away from you even.

He looks at you across the dining room, your smile, body, mind, energy. He can’t help himself.

Admiration is one thing but he is devoted to you, though you have no idea, his heart aches In silence.

The air from his lungs feels foreign, his mind is consumed by thoughts of you, his body craves your touch.

At night the yearning is unbearable, the room feeling too cold and too warm without you, he’d do anything, anything for you to give him a sliver of a chance at your love.

You look back at him in the dining room, your hands tremble,he’s so intimidating, so distant, yet you’d do unspeakable things, just to call him yours.

If only.

Levi, Erwin, Jean, Reiner, Leon, König, Aizawa

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[jeanbie]

Omg hi I don’t know if you take nsfw requests but I was wondering about aot’s favorite positions🥺 your writing is so so good!!

honestly.....i thought this was hard !!! i can't see any of them being overly picky on positions or even having all time favs; over the eras of aot, they all change so much it's actually hard to say...so i tried my best to think semi-objectively :3 absolutely feel free to disagree with ANY of these, everyone has diff interpretations (and i love all of em)

warnings: fem!reader (sorry), sexual content ofc, if u want the girl vers lemme know :D

AOT BOYS & FAV POSITIONS ★ masterlist.

MISSIONARY

“you look so fucking pretty right now—” is the only thing they can think of saying as they bow their chest over yours, watching your face twist as their cock sinks deeper into your cunt. one of your legs is wrapped firmly around their waist or hanging up over their shoulder; this way, they can watch you writhe and whimper whilst also watching the way you suck them up nicely, the way your body tenses and flinches with every thrust they give...

— jean, zeke, niccolo

RIDING

there is no greater joy than leaning back and watching you do your thing. their hands are on your waist, smoothing around your hips and stomach in an effort to distract themselves from simply filling you up and going wild — they love to watch you sinking down on them, your back arched and breasts rising with every rise and fall. they meet your hips by raising their own, finding pleasure in watching your face pull into contorted shapes, hearing the moans and whimpers from your mouth. from down here, they like the control they can have, and on occasion, the submission of doing whatever you tell them to

— levi, armin, porco

BENT OVER

if they can bend you over it, they can fuck you on it. tables, beds, tree trunks, fences, desks, sinks — it’s like they’re trying to fuck you on every possible or available surface they can find. they just love to see the sight of your ass tilted up, hips pressing into a hard surface, legs spread in a desperate attempt to stay upright, all while they drive themselves into you however fast or hard they want to. they can be as gentle or as rough as they want to be; running their hands up your back and between your shoulder blades, or smacking your ass and pulling your hair — everything about fucking you from behind is perfect for them, and by the sounds of things, perfect for you

— eren, floch

[bonus] s4!eren loves to fuck you over a sink or a vanity, anywhere he can pull you back by your hair and make you watch in the mirror. his eyes never leave yours through the glass, his lips whispering the dirtiest things he can possibly think of just to get you to cum around him, to watch yourself unravel in his hands

RIDING THEIR FACE

they are a seat. that’s all they are, all they ever want to be — a seat for their perfect partner. they could spend hours with their tongue up your cunt, hands pressed into your ass or hips as you ride the features on their face. they would happily die of suffocation down here, just as long as you were happy and they got to taste their favourite thing in the world

— connie, onyankopon

GIVING THEM A BLOWJOB

every position is good with their partner, but absolutely nothing beats you on your knees between their legs, their cock in your mouth. a hand in your hair, on your cheek or the back of your neck, they love to watch you take care of them, especially after a particularly long and otherwise bad day. whether it’s simply between their legs as they sit, or as they lie down before bed — or under a desk when there are other people around, nothing will ever top the feeling of your mouth running itself up their dick, or how warm and wet it feels as you take them. 

— ERWIN, bertolt

REVERSE COWGIRL

“comfy, darlin?” with their hands on your hips, they love to help you sink down onto them, using your hips as handles to bring you up and down at whatever pace they fancy. they just love the sight of your face turning back to him with a pleasured look, the muscles in your back tensing whenever he hits that perfect spot up your pussy. seeing you looking like this makes him feel so proud — you’re taking him like its no problem, your ass bouncing on his stomach, toes curling as you set your hands on his legs for balance. he’ll let you take control until you tire, and then the fun can really begin

— reiner, kenny (help)

[lolitakirstein]

Sleepy men

How the men of Aot sleep/cuddle and what they wear

Ft: Eren Levi Jean Reiner

Cw: nothing really, fluff? Hint of smuttiness. 

EREN: He’s a restless sleeper. Constantly tossing and turning. Mumbling. Slinging his arms over and around you when he rolls over to curl up next to you, mushing his face into the crook of your neck and kissing it. He generally just wears his boxers, nothing fancy. “I sleep hot,” he admits. And good god yes the guy is a FURNACE, you sometimes have to push away from him during the night because he gets so warm. “Get back here” he’ll whines, reaching blindly for your body across the bed. “You’re burning me up!” you say, putting space between you and his hot body. He’ll groan and then throw the covers off of you, exposing you to the cold room. He smirks as you yelp at the cool air and immediately curl back up into him.  The heat DOES pay off in the winter because you sneak your cold feet onto his back. “Goddamn, get those ice cubes off of me!” he mumbles sleepily into the pillow. “But your sooooo warm,” you giggle. 

Levi: He sleeps like a Victorian child struck down with the plague. On his back, hands across his chest like he’s in a casket. He doesn’t move once during the night. “I don’t want to mess up the bed that much,” he says. He wears luxury silk pajamas with his initials on them. It was difficult when you first started sleeping together, you didn’t know if he was a cuddler or not so you just laid on your side next to him for the first few stays over. However, you got brave enough and ask “Do you like to cuddle?” He takes a beat before answering, “Its been awhile since i’ve done such activities but i’m not opposed to it.” You take that as a go-ahead and wrap up against his side, his arm curls around your shoulder, gently stroking your bare arm. “Is this ok?” you ask. He sighs, “Actually this is perfect.” He loves having the weight of you on top of him, sometimes your legs thrown over his. Even when you turn away in your sleep, he will reach a hand to keep on you, just a reminder that you are there with him. 

JEAN: This man is a fucking BED HOG! No matter how big the bed is, they cant contain his tall frame and long legs. He sleeps in a band tshirt and basketball shorts. He will let you wear one of his tshirts to bed as well. He’s a blanket snob too, always stealing them from around you. “Jean I’m cold!,” you pout, trying to tug the covers from around him. He’ll laugh at your pathetic whining and pull you to where you are both on your sides facing each other. His long legs tangling with yours. “Better,” he’ll ask, kissing your nose. “Much” you mumble into his chest, inhaling his scent. When you have a nightmare and are fretting around in your sleep, he will wrap his lean arms around you, kissing your sweat-damp head trying to soothe you. “Hey i’m here, its ok.” he’ll murmur. He easily relaxes you back to sleep. 

REINER: He sleeps in flannel pants and shirtless AND he is a CUDDLER!!!! From the moment your ass hits the mattress he is dragging you close to his body. He loves spooning, the feel of your naked back against his bare chest and the smell of your clean hair is like a sedative to him. “God you smell so good,” he says into your neck. He’s always struggled falling asleep, but once you started spending the nights, he was finally able to get the best sleep he’s ever got. He loves it when you spoon him, draping your tiny body over his muscular back, sometimes tracing your fingers up and down his back and kissing the nape of his neck as you both drift off. When you sleep on your back he lays on his side to face you and wraps his arm over your torso, legs intertwined. He loves watching you sleep, and how peaceful you look. It makes him feel so incredibly lucky. You always wake up to him stealing kisses on your neck or chest or even between your legs. He is ALSO ravenous in the morning. 

[porcalinecunt]

𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋. ♡

🎀 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ thinking about aot men who’d be the softest doms ever . . .

·˚ ◌༘͙[featuring] ! ˊ 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐍, 𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐇, 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍, 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐓

cw — fem!reader. size kink (erwin) body worship (jean, levi) praise kink. lots of breedings. edging, fingering, some nipple play (levi) sub!armin (implied)

◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ author’s note! : hi hi! it’s been a while since i made an actual post here. apologies! life got busy, but i finally have time to make fics again :D there might be some changes on this account but we’ll see! anyways, please enjoy and feedback is welcomed! 🤍

➸ jean kirstien.

he’s already so much of a sweetheart, so it’s not shock he’s carry that to the bedroom. he’s needy but slow, as it’d be way too easy to accidentally hurt you. the size difference aroused yet made him a bit nervous. (the first time was quite a hassle!) nonetheless, jean gave you the fuckin’ princess treatment every time the both of you would get intimate. kissing every inch of your body while caressing your hips with his large hands. he’d gently lay your down, not pulling away from the sloppy kiss the two of you are engaging in. did i mention that this man is huge? he adores watching you struggle to take him completely, squirming and whining as he stretches your smaller cunny inch by inch.

“j-jean..’s too big!” you whined, watching through glassy eyes as your boyfriend hovered over you, sinking himself deeper and deeper into your weeping cunt. your legs twitch in a failing attempt to keep them open, something jean would immediately notice. “does it hurt babe?” he asked in a groan, hazel eyes carving holes into yours through hooded lids. you could only shake your head as he took it as a confirmation to bottom himself out. your eyes rolled to your brain and your jaw went slack as jean watched in awe. “look at you..taking it so well f’me.” he sighed, slowly beginning to pump you full as ecstasy filled your senses. the only thing you could hear were jean’s sweet praises, telling you how much of a good little girl you were for taking him so well and patiently. your head grew hot as the feeling of his dick stuffing you full began to overwhelm you. “good little girl, always taking my dick so well..fuck you’re so cute!”

➸ erwin smith.

oh my god. erwin. what more can i say, he’s a gentleman in bed! anything you ask for, he will do without hesitation. want him to knock you up? done. want some head? he’s already on his knees. sad after a rough day? he’ll stuff your cunny full until your filled n happy. anything your heart desires, he’ll give it to you with all the adoration he has for you. ♡ even better when you realize how big he is. how he can easily pick you up and fuck you silly in mid air if he really wanted to. even better, how massive his fucking dick is, enough to make your mouth water just by the thought of it.

“e-erwin!” you whined, watching your husband’s face as he stared down at you. a gaze full of softness and love, a stark contrast to how he was treating you. a smile to his wife while fucking her slutty pussy like an attention deprived whore. “how did i get so lucky? what did i do to deserve such a beautiful girl as my wife..” he breathily chuckled, fucking into you at a slightly faster pace. erwin started down at you, from your flustered smile to your breasts and stuffed cunt, every last detail on you brought him closer to the edge. “good girl..my good girl. you deserve every inch i give you..”

➸ levi ackerman.

contrary to popular belief, levi isn’t the mean and rough dom many make him out to be (still adore that levi tho!) but rather, a gentle and passionate type of dom. he’s not the most romantic, but oh boy, when he is..buckle up. this man will treat you like your his final meal on death row, savoring every inch of flesh you have on your body. kissing you from your lips to your clit, muttering sweet nothings while pumping his slender fingers inside your cunny. he sings his praises when he’s balls deep in you, calling you names like ‘princess’ and ‘darling’, anything that fills your stomach with butterflies if its not his cock. your legs are already trembling from his voice alone, not helping the fact his groans are fuckin’ perfection.

“settle down princess, i barely did a thing.” levi carassed your breast with one hand while finger fucking you with the other. all he needed was two fingers and his wrist as he flicked it with a quickened pace that almost forced your thighs shut from shock and pleasure. while your mouth was closed, tiny whines still manage to spill through as your husband’s thumb moved it’s way to your clit, adding to the overstimulation. with his other hand, he tugged and played with your nipple while letting go just to take a gentle squeeze to your whole breast. you’re thighs shook as your orgasms reaches closer and you grabbed the coller of levi’s loose shirt for support. “‘s becoming too much princess? you wanna cum all over my fingers?” he spoke in a gentle and low tone, making you nod eagerly to his question. “How cute, shit—if only I could do this everyday.”

➸ armin arlot.

armin armin armeeen! <3 you already know what kind of man he is. his partner’s pleasure is a priority he takes very seriously, from letting you choose the position to making sure you orgasm first before he spills his seed inside you. he gives you princess treatment even after sex, not letting up until you knock out from exhaustion. he fucks you like your a goddess, hitting every sensitive spot in your while singing his praises. he wants, no, needs to see you cum around his cock as it’ll make the night worth it. he won’t lie, seeing you whimpering and shamelessly getting off to him servicing you never fails to push him over the edge and nearly fuck a baby in you. this man is a keeper!

“t-this good enough for you..?” armin sighed, watching you take in his dick inch by inch until you’ve completely sat down on it. “y-yeah..fuck you’re huge..!” you whined out, grabbed his thighs and trying your best to move while the overwhelming pleasure had you shaking. the blonde placed his hands on the plush of your hips, firmly holding it as he lifted you up from his cock before slamming you back down on it. a yelp tore from your throat, nails digging into the flesh of his thigh and your eyes screwed shut from the sharp pleasure. “right there! armin fuck..!” you mewl as he guided your hips, slamming his cock in and out of you at the pace you desired the most. his blue eyes peered through his bangs as he grew redder and redder from the expression you wore so beautifully. mouth parted open in an ‘o’ shape with slightly arched eyebrows, pink washed over your face with red sitting right on your cheeks. fuck, he was insatiable. “yes..just like that love, just like you wanted. always taking it like the good girl you are. ♡”

© porcalinecunt 💌 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ do not steal, translate, or use my work and claim as your own.

[tsukiboo]

thinking about collegeboy!eren whos wanted to date you for months ever since he discovered he was in the same intro to classic lit class as you, but you were jean’s gf of 2 years and he didn’t wanna he would if he could ruin a happy home

collegeboy!eren who’s been best friends with jean for years and have been good friends with you since jean started dating you.. little do you know he’d do anything just for a taste of you, even if that meant testing the waters every now and then

collegeboy!eren who silently thanks the gods that you sit next to him in class, making it a routine to do so, and every-time you walk pass to get to your seat your nice smelling perfume always hits his nose leaving an imprint in his mind to never forget it

collegeboy!eren who compliments you everyday when he sees you in class, making sure it’s something he notices different each day because if jean won’t, he definitely will

collegeboy!eren who “accidentally” flirts with you when jean’s not around, complimenting on how good you look in the skirt you’re wearing, muttering to himself that “it’s a shame jean’s the only one who gets to see it on the ground”, and he doesn’t fail to capture the way your eyes widen when you heard what he said..

collegeboy!eren who bites his tongue at how annoyed he is when you always refer to him as a “friend”.. and he’d leave it alone for now because he knew one day he’d have your pretty voice calling him something way more fitting

collegeboy!eren who has a slight obsession with your hands, he loves smelling your vanilla hand cream that you use everyday, the smell drawing his eyes to the cute nail colors you’d have on them that day… he jst knows that your hands would be so soft, so gentle.. and he can’t help but imagine the way they’d feel running through his hair

collegeboy!eren who doesn’t care that he thinks about jean’s cute gf everytime he jerks off, thinking about that damn perfume you wear that has him whipped every morning, imagining what nail color you’d have on that day and how cute they’d be wrapped around his dick.

want more? here’s part two