#Shingeki no kyojin oneshots

[leviackermanssjewishwife]

Levi loved knowing he could bring you pleasure.

It was something he basked in.

His whole life had been about pain, but when you laid under him, chest heaving as you whispered into his hair you’re soft moans of pleasure, the pleasure that he was bringing you, that pain felt worth it.

He loved that after a hard day, he could fuck you endlessly and that you would derive pleasure from it instead of pain.

He loved that the bruises he left on you were from his lips and not his fists.

He loved your sweet voice whispering in his ear how satisfied and pleasured you were with what he was doing.

He loved everything he did with you. Because it was built around your pleasure instead of others pain. 

[violet-fluff]

Levi x Drunk! Reader (oneshot)

Safe With You

Thanks for the request ❤️

Levi is sitting with Hanji and Mike in the mess hall, having some relaxing nighttime tea and chatting amongst themselves.

Hanji takes note of Levi’s sour mood as you decided to chaperone your gang of brats at the market instead of having your nightly tea routine with him.

“Where’s your little service dog?” Levi asks Hanji with a cross of his arms.

Hanji laughs. “Don’t call Moblit that! He’s sleeping. He’s had a long day.”

Mike snorts and takes a bite of his pastry. “A long day dealing with you.”

Levi smirks and gives Mike a nod of approval when Jean and Connie walk through the main door, arguing between themselves. The two young men freeze when they make eye contact with their squad leaders.

“Captain! You’re still awake!” Connie blurts out, rubbing the back of his head nervously.

Levi’s face stays deadpanned. “Am I not supposed to be?”

Jean chuckles through clenched teeth, “No it’s just that-“

Before he can finish, Mikasa walks passed them with you thrown across her shoulder.

Hanji immediately stands up as she sees her best friend unmoving. “What happened?!”

Armin and Eren walk behind Mikasa to help her lower you on the bench, letting you lay your head on the table.

Mike scowls as he takes in a big whiff of the air near you. “Definitely drunk.”

“Why the hell is she drunk?” Levi glares as he shakes your shoulder to get you to wake up.

Sasha gags. “I wouldn’t do that. She already threw up on me…twice.”

Armin decides to be the one to speak up and give their captain the story. “Well, a vendor was selling wine and offered for her to taste some. One turned into two, two turned into three…and so on…”

Levi grabs his cravat from around his neck to clean the drool dribbling from the side of your mouth. “And none of you decided to stop her?”

“Y/N never takes a break and it looked like she was enjoying it. Besides, we don’t drink, so we didn’t know wine can do this.” Eren tries to defend him and his friends even though he knows punishment will come anyway.

Mike stifles back a laugh. “Don’t be too hard on them, Captain. Y/N’s always been a lightweight.”

Hanji shrugs in agreement. “Yeah, that part is true. I haven’t seen her this drunk in a really long time though.”

Everyone stops talking when they hear you muttering in your unconscious state.

Mikasa tucks some strands of your hair behind your ear and rubs your back. “Y/N, are you ok?”

“Levi…I want Levi…”

Levi sighs and sits next to you on the bench. “I’m right here. Do you feel sick?”

You nod in discomfort and Hanji gets up to grab you some water.

“Try sitting her up. Her head laying down is probably making her dizzy.” Mike suggests.

Jean and Connie help you sit up and Levi leans you against his side. “You brat, why would you drink like that for?”

Hanji comes back with water and you open your eyes enough to grab the glass shakily, but Levi notices some bruising forming on your knuckles.

“What happened to her hands?” He asks as he helps you drink the water.

Jean cringes as he looks at Connie for help, but Connie shakes his head. “Well…” Jean starts, “The wine vendor was starting to get handsy with Y/N, and I’m not sure if it was the alcohol, but she laid a heavy punch to his face.”

“Ha! Didn’t know she had it in her.” Mike laughs but is silenced by Hanji’s elbow digging into his side as she sees anger spread across Levi’s face.

Armin steps forward quickly. “Don’t worry! Nile was actually nearby and saw it happen. He said he will take care of the vendor. Y/N’s not in trouble!”

“That guy…he was…GROSS…” Your speech slurs and you choke as you down more water. “He’s-….he’s lucky Levi wasn’t there! That wo-“ You hiccup, “Would have been…BAD!”

Hanji tries not to laugh, but she wishes there were a way to capture this moment.

Levi raises a brow. “Oh, it would be?”

You let out a hiccuped laugh. “Yeah! He-Levi…he always protects me…” More water spurts from your mouth as you have a hard time drinking from the cup. “That’s why …I-I…like him so much. We should- get…married!”

Everyone’s mouth drops and Mike can’t help but let out a whistle. “Ah, drunken truths.”

Mike is loving this.

Levi side eyes him as he wipes off your mouth. You smile and fall forward into his chest. “I’m tired…”

Levi pats your back. “Did you want to go to bed?”

You shake your head and wrap your arms around his torso. Suddenly, soft snores are faintly heard.

“Well…at least she can sleep it off at least a little for right now.” Hanji says as she smiles at the sight.

“At least she feels comfortable with you, Captain. She didn’t want any of us to grab her.” Sasha said. “When I tried, she just released the contents of her stomach onto me.”

“I’m shocked you didn’t eat it.” Connie sticks his tongue out at her, but she whacks him in the head.

The crew takes this time to grab some trays of left over dinner and sit at the adjacent table to eat. Levi is holding you close and rubbing your back as you snore softly into his shirt.

You stir awake after twenty minutes, head still foggy but conscious enough to start becoming familiar with your surroundings.

You slowly sit up, and when your eyes focus, you see everyone watching you.

“Hey, girly! You alright now?” Hanji smiles.

You grimace and look to your side and see Levi. You are exhausted and your head is starting to pound, so you slide into his lap and burry your face into his neck.

“Did I say you can get into my space, brat?” He whispers in your ear.

You shake your head no. You didn’t care who was watching, Levi looked mighty comfortable to lay on.

He sighs. “How about I take you to bed?”

“Nooo!” You whimper. “I want to stay with you!”

“Ok, I’ll stay but you are going to lay in bed.” Levi hooks an arm under your legs and picks you up.

He gives all the brats a “thank you” for watching over you, and then carries you to his room.

When he gets there, he lays you on his bed and starts taking off your shoes.

“Levviiii…stay here!” You groan out.

He clicks his tongue and rubs your hand. “Why do you want me to stay so bad?”

You burry your face deeper into the pillow. “Safe.” Is all you mutter before passing out again.

Levi frowns as he looks at your bruised knuckles. You were right when you said he would kill that vendor for touching you, and you were right in saying he would keep you safe.

He smiles gently and crawls in bed behind you, pulling you close to his chest as he spoons you from behind.

“You reek.” He says as he buries his face into the back of your neck.

[abiatackerman]

Sass War: Levi VS Y/N

⚠️Warnings:Suggestive sexual talks⚠️

The environment of Levi's office is clean and silent as you smile stupidly, sitting in front of Levi. He's working on his paperwork, as you rest your elbows on his table and you chin on your palms. You keep smiling without any reason, just looking at him, watching him working as you both remain silent.

He's so hot... So handsome!

Your smile widens.

"Why the stupid smile?"

Levi can feel your eyes on him, he can practically sense the smile on your face without looking at you himself. He keeps his gaze focused on his papers as he continues reading, his expression remaining indifferent as he tries not to give in to the urge to look over at your grinning face.

"No slacking, my beloved captain."

You say, smiling.

"Do your work. And it's not my fault, you invited me here. I would have loved to gossip with the brats instead of sitting in your office."

He raises an eyebrow at your reply before finally looking up from his papers, his grey eyes taking in your amused expression and the smile on your face.

"Tch. No way in hell I'm letting you gossip with those brats. That’d just make you more of an idiot than you already are."

"That kid, Armin is more intelligent than you. Not everyone is dumb, Levi."

Levi snorts at your remark.

"He may read damn books, and also he may be more intelligent than I am..."

He pauses for a moment, his lips tugging into a smirk as he leans back into his chair.

"But I bet he can't get you to make those pretty noises I get you to make at night, can he?"

You look at him with shock and disbelief.

"I never thought you were capable of saying something like that."

Levi leans forward across his desk, resting his arms on the surface of the table as he continues to smirk at you.

"Tch. Don't look so surprised. Even I can get filthy with my words if I want to."

He reaches out, his hand gently lifting your chin so you are forced to maintain eye contact with him.

"You always use filthy words... It's not unusual."

You say, resting your chin on his palm.

"I'm just surprised that you're talking about something sexual. That's odd. You're one of the most sexually frustrated guys I've ever seen."

A huff of amusement escapes Levi's lips as he moves his thumb to gently rub against your chin where you are resting it against his palm.

"Maybe I'm feeling a bit more confident today."

He pauses for a moment, his expression growing far more dark and sultry in that instant.

"Or maybe I'm just getting tired of holding myself back with you, Doll."

You chuckle.

"Holding yourself back? I don't think so. You practically whimper every time you thrust into me. Like a grumpy kitten."

You say, smiling cheekily as Levi narrows his eyes slightly. He doesn't like how easily you seem to rile him up and get him flustered.

"That's because you know exactly what to do, you little brat..."

He mutters, clearly trying to regain his stoic composure. Although his attempt is far from successful.

"Don't you feel ashamed of fucking a little brat then?"

Levi lets out an aggravated huff, his grey eyes narrowing further as he scowls at you. His hand that is still holding your chin in his grip tightened slightly.

"You're not a brat and you know it. Quit teasing me."

"Then quit calling me brat. You know you'll never win against me with words."

He scoffs at your smug reply, his frustration growing more as you continue to make those smug comments of yours. His mind is starting to grow clouded with thoughts of pinning you down to his desk and wiping that smirk right off your face.

"You're a pain in my ass."

"Well, about that... Stand up."

You say as you stand up. You pull his hand too. Levi raises an eyebrow slightly but doesn't question you or protest as he gets to his feet. You smile widely and slap his ass hard.

"Yeah, now I am a pain in your ass."

A small grunt involuntarily escapes Levi as you slap his ass, the sudden harsh impact catching him slightly off guard. He glares at you for a moment afterwards, his expression a mixture of annoyance at being caught off guard. His hands reach out, grabbing your wrists and he pins you against his desk.

"You're lucky I have a soft spot for your ass or else I'd have you in trouble right now, Doll."

"I know. Only I can beat you."

You say, smiling as you nuzzle in his neck.

"Also I bet that didn't hurt. At least not you."

He shifts, moving his knee to forcibly spread your legs apart, his body pressing against yours and trapping you between him and his desk. He releases one of your wrists, his fingers gently grasping your chin as he tilts your head back, forcing you to look at him.

"Nothing you do hurts me. But that attitude might get you a bit of punishment…."

"I love to annoy you."

You say as you sit on his desk comfortably and play with his ear, pulling them softly.

"And I love it more that you let me annoy you. I love you."

You say as you pull him closer by his ear and start to shower his face with kisses. Levi's expression remains stoic and indifferent. His body, on the other hand, betrays him in how he reacts to your teasing. He starts to blush lightly.

"Damn brat... Stop being so sweet, I'm trying to be annoyed with you and you make it impossible!"

"I'm not releasing you."

You say as you wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, practically clinging to him. Levi just wraps his arms around your waist in reply. He can't help but smile softly, enjoying the way you clung to him like a little koala. Yet, he continues to maintain his usual, grumpy demeanor.

"You're like a damn Koala, doll"

"Your koala."

You say, giggling and Levi can't suppress his smile. His heart warms at the sound. He tightens his arms around you, holding you close as he leans in and nuzzles his face into your neck, breathing in deeply.

"Damn right you are. My brat. My Y/N. My Doll. My love...."

[daemontargaryenwhore]

Eren Jaeger is my Roman empire I think bout him every time, the loop and everything else.

Ctto.

[levisforgottentea]

“Come on baby, you can do one more cant ya?”

Armin’s legs wobbled with every single thrust, he whimpered as he put his head down in shame but you grabbed his chin and (lovingly) slapped his cheek.

“H-hey now..! They’ll hea-hear-“

He got cut off by his own breath as he let out a whimper. You chuckled before pushing him up to switch the position, two hands on his chest and he threw his head back in pleasure.

“Commander Arlert? Sir are you there?”

Swallowing his own words, you answer for him as you slap a hand over his mouth.

“He’s busy with paperwork. The meeting is called off”

The footsteps of the cadet faded in the distance and you smirk as you speed up and his eyes roll back into his skull.

An: armin is way too breedable. Also please shoot me some asks😋

[itzchasee]

⁂𝐒𝐄𝐇𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐓 - eren jaeger.

✍︎ synopsis: you see your ex boyfriend Eren Jaeger at your friend Mikasa’s birthday party after three months passed since your break up.

☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾

It’s been more than three months since you and Eren broke up. No one believed you two at first. Like, how? You had the relationship that everyone wanted to have! Why did things end up like the way it did? It was just one random night, he looked into your eyes and said, “Let’s break up.” He didn’t even give you a chance to ask him to talk it out.. What bothered him that much to straightly break up with you?

After the break up, you saw each other once in a while, no, every time you went outside. By chance, of course. Or.. was it just about chance? Did it have nothing to do with Eren syncing his timing with yours? He always, and always visited the same places just when you visited them. He would glance at you, place a genuine smile on his face and lower his gaze.

However tonight.. He was different. You went to Mikasa’s birthday party and obviously he was there. You stood in a corner, having fun by yourself and watching the others with your calm eyes. You weren’t in your mood for partying, not for the last hellish three months. You were drowning in such great emptiness and no one even noticed, nor did they try to notice. Not even your best friends.. And you were still right where Eren had left you, living that moment again and again, non-stop.

Then, you caught his gaze locked on you. He was looking directly at you, not with a gentle gaze but a piercing look on his face. His green eyes were boring into you. Oh, his pretty eyes.. His face didn’t show any emotion but he looked like he could pounce on you at any moment. You wanted to cry, but forced yourself to hold your tears back. Why was he trying to ruin your night like this? He knew you still didn’t get over him and yet.. Oh!

You noticed he was now right in front of you, holding you by your waist and pulling you close to his chest. You could feel his heartbeats, his heart was beating calmly and relaxing. You realized you missed being in his embrace more than anything else. “I feel complete now..” His voice was shaky, barely audible. “I’m sorry, so goddamn sorry for leaving you like that. I needed space.. I.. I was starting to become toxic towards you..” He said, snuggling you while burying his head into the crook of your neck. He took in your scent, you were heavenly. You were his heaven.. You looked around, everyone was on their own thing, having fun and partying. No one noticed you two at all..

Were you going to forgive him? Who knows..

[levispersonalslave]

He tapped the fragile shell of the egg against the edge of the bowl, humming a small Italian love song to himself as he cracked it into the large bowl. His bangs held back by a pink clip that he had 'borrowed' from his oh so generous fiancé. He didn't bother keeping quiet, as he knew you would be sulking in the corner of your shared bedroom after the argument. His ego wouldn't let him apologize to you just yet, so you'd have to settle for the cooking he was currently making. Cookies. His mother's recipe.

One hand holding the pan with the other kneading the dough, he glanced at the closed bedroom door. He rolled his eyes, wondering when you'll finally decide to come out just to sass him again. He didn't mind, he liked your attitude.

What he didn't like, however, was how you had decided to go ahead and flirt with some other guy, just to spite him. He squeezed the dough in his fist tightly at the thought. You shouldn't be with any man other than him. Only he deserved to be yours. No one else.

He kept those feelings to himself, however, refusing to cause any problem of sorts with the love of his life.

He rolled the dough and sliced it into a few small pieces, all while thinking about you and that man you had decided to try and 'seduce'. He hadn't gotten the chance to be alone with that man, as much as he had wanted to show him why you were his and his alone. Why did that bastard get to make you laugh like that?

“He shouldn't have even gotten the privilege to live on the same ground as you do,” Levi thought to himself as he scooped a bit of cookie dough into the palm of his hand.

He had been quiet for most of the fight, watching you and your attitude that he usually handled so well. But he couldn't, not this time. How could he? When his mind kept wandering back to the image of you touching that bastard over and over again? He had half a mind to put you in your place tonight, although he pushed that thought away for the time being. He wouldn't let himself get carried away. He was angry, but he still cared about you enough to not go too far. He hadn't yelled at you during the fight, he had just been scolding and rambling on and on about why you shouldn't have let that guy touch you. Are you crazy?! He remembered himself saying.

You had to be. You knew all too well what happens when you manage to get him angry.

His hands absentmindedly shaped the dough into little balls, his thoughts already preoccupied by you. He was quickly finished with the food, letting it bake as he watched it with a blank expression. He was simply standing there, wearing a black apron, staring at the food as it cooked. He didn't know why, but he couldn't shake off the feeling of irritation. It wasn't like him to get jealous easily, but he couldn't help it this time. He let a small sigh leave his lips, turning to plate the readied sweet dish.

He left it on the dining table, not bothering to call you. He knew you wouldn't come if he called you anyway, but he also knew you'd come out eventually. You'd get hungry and sneak out of the room to find something you could eat. The corners of his lips curled up ever-so-slightly at the thought.

He turned and left to the living room, sitting down on the couch where he had made himself a cup of tea and his favorite book. He waited patiently, knowing you'd come out anytime now, until he finally heard the bedroom door creak open. He didn't spare you a glance as you reluctantly took the plate of cookies. You looked at him with a scowl, “You think I can't cook for myself?”

He easily ignored you, sipping his tea as his gaze remained fixated on the passage he was reading with a calm expression on his face. This wasn't the first time he had ignored your mere existence.

“Wow, you're ignoring me too now?” You retorted, rolling your eyes when he stayed silent. He wordlessly glanced up at you, taking a long, taunting sip of his tea, just to make you mad. His plan worked, as you began to reprimand him angrily. He simply watched you, calmly sipping his tea with one hand while the other held his book.

“Are you done now?” He spoke nonchalantly once you finished.

“No--” You began, before he quickly raised his hand for silence, cutting you off. He snapped his book shut, set the cup of tea on the coffee table, and gestured for you to come closer. Reluctantly, you did.

“Closer,” He spoke in a demanding tone. His finger gesturing you closer.

The moment you stepped within reach, he grabbed your arm and pulled you down onto his lap. You let out a gasp at his sudden act. You looked at him with your hands resting on his shoulders. His large hands held your waist, keeping you in place as he pressed a long, deep kiss to your lips. He pulled back after a moment.

He looked at you solemnly, though his eyes held a hidden warmth, “Will you behave now?”

Seeing your nod, his lips curved up into a smile. “Good girl. C'mere, angel.” He gently grabbed your face with one hand and pulled you in, planting a passionate kiss against your lips.

Once he pulled away, he ran his long, slender fingers through your hair, enjoying the feeling of the strands between his fingers. He smiled softly at you, pecking your lips once again. He held you close to him, one arm wrapped around your waist while his other hand guided your head to his chest and letting you rest against him.

He kissed your forehead, murmuring softly against your skin, “He can't kiss you like this, can he? Only I can. Remember that, yeah? I love you, angel.”

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[violentvaleska]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒓

ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs/ ᴀᴜ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴏʀ!ʟᴇᴠɪ × ʏᴇᴀɢᴇʀ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴏʀ ʟᴇᴠɪ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴡᴀʀ ʜɪs ʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴜɴᴄʟᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ, ʜᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴡʜʏ ʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴏғғᴇʀ ᴋɪɴɢ ɢʀɪsʜᴀ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴀʟ: ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʜɪs ᴏɴʟʏ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ, ʏᴏᴜ, ᴀs ʜɪs ᴡɪғᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴇᴍᴘʀᴇss.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: sᴍᴜᴛ, sʟɪɢʜᴛ ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴋɪɴɢ, ᴛᴏxɪᴄ, ᴏʙsᴇssɪᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴏssᴇssɪᴠᴇ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ, sᴇxɪsᴍ

ᴀ/ɴ: ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴀs ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ғᴀɴғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs...ᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅs ᴏɴ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏs ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ;)

Emperor!Levi who actually never wanted to be the damn king of anything. Being the only heir to the throne after his late uncle passed away he had no choice but to take the rein of the war-ridden empire Paradis

Emperor!Levi who decides after a long conversation with his consultant Erwin Smith, that the war needed to end, there was no point in continuing something his megalomaniacal uncle has started. And if conflicts aren't solved with war they are being solved with women. There opinion in this doesn't matter, an arranged marriage would be a key to peace and a potential marriage.

Emperor!Levi who offered the Marleyan King Grisha Yeager a generous deal: His cousin Princess Mikasa Ackerman of Paradis and Hizuru would be married off to their second son, Prince Eren Yeager of Marley and Levi would take their daughter in return, making her Empress of Paradis. He knew they wouldn't be able to refuse the deal, considering that Grisha Yeager's second wife, Carla, was once a noblewoman of Paradis.

Emperor!Levi who secretly only offered the deal because King Grishas youngest children were in fact half Eldian.

Emperor!Levi who, when he saw you for the first time, couldn't belive his luck. You, the Princess of Marley, were in fact a true beauty. You not only looked clean but smelled like it too, like you were taking good care of yourself. It truly relived him to see that you weren't filthy like your oldest brother Zeke. He originally planned to offer Mikasa to him, but seeing how he already had a wife, Ymir, a woman with eldian heritage and slave history, he had to give her hand to the younger brother.

Emperor!Levi who thought you were rather shy and docile, but came to realize that you infact were able to keep up with his cynic personality and were well read too.

"At least our children won't be as dumb as the heir to your lands throne" He told you the night before your wedding at dinner.

"I can't argue that. Zeke is an eccentric narcissist, I'm honestly glad to have a different mother than him." You awnsered calmly, taking a sip of your wine, while glancing at your soon to be husband.

Emperor!Levi who could not longer control himself on your wedding night and broke your hymen with a harsh trust of his hips, making you yelp in a mixture of pain and pleasure, as you wiggled under his body, naked and vulnerable. Levi took his sweet time with you, making sure to impregnate you well.

Emperor!Levi who despised the idea of children, but somehow find the encouragement to fuck you every night in hopes to see your belly round with his child, his own heir, soon.

Emperor!Levi who got madly protective over you when the doctors confirmed your pregnancy to him. It went so far he didn't even want you to leave his chambers in fear something could happen to you. You felt furious, trapped and robbed of your freedom. Freedom, something your brother Eren had plenty off now that the war was over thanks to you and his wife, Mikasa.

Emperor!Levi who didn't understand why you were so upset with him, demanding of you to be grateful instead of a "nagging woman". If it wasn't for his own mother to stop her sons madness, you'd probably still be locked up in his room.

Emperor!Levi who nearly cried tears of joy when he held his newborn son in his arms for the first time, calling him Furlan after his late friend, a soldier who died a heroic death in the war. It was bitter, yet filled his cold heart with joy.

Emperor!Levi who found a new obsession in having you, his wife and empress, as an object of his desires, in every way possible. He'd make sure you won't be able to go back to that filth of a kingdom you have been born in. You were his wife now, his very own key to his heart...

[anystalker707]

Where we belong

Pairing: Eren Yeager x [male, amab] Reader Summary: A loving life with your lover, running away at the first chance you got. Tags: Bottom Eren / very loving / sweet / comfort requested by anon

MASTER LIST

          The little cottage in the middle of the mountains in Paradis felt like heaven. The Rumbling was now a distant dream—or nightmare—in the back of your mind, a completely different reality from the one you were pulled into when surrounded by the never-ending green and calming sound of the water. It was relieving. The grass you lay upon was softer than any bed the military or the cities would provide.

Footsteps pulled away from your thoughts, so you pulled your forearm away, uncovering the top half of your face so that you could look at an upside-down Eren who approached, looking around before his eyes landed on you. He had cut his hair after you two ran away, but it was growing into a mullet again, framing his pretty face nicely.

Cutting the long strands felt like cutting a bond with the life Eren took before, letting go of a weight that wasn’t his to carry anymore. He looked happy. Casual clothes suited him a lot more than uniforms. Both of you had gone through a lot of changes, anything to drown the feeling that pursued the two of you, making you run until you didn’t feel it anymore, over the hills and far away, where no one could reach you.

A sigh escaped Eren’s lips as he stood beside you, putting his hands on his hips. He didn’t say anything for a while. “Hey, handsome.”

You smiled, exhaling. “Hey.”

Eren offered his hands to help you stand up, even though both of you almost fell to the ground clumsily. You cupped his cheek to bring his face closer before kissing the opposite one a couple of times, and he’d still blush shyly while leaning into you, no matter how many times you did that. He turned his head to meet your kisses, lovingly pressing his lips to yours.

“Come on, love,” you mumbled against his lips.

Eren left his boots by the door and held your hand as he followed you further into the house, blinking a few times to get used to the lighting change. He pulled you closer, pressing his face to your neck and inhaling deeply, knowing it wouldn’t take much for you to understand what he wanted. Your arms were warm and secure around him; Eren practically melted, nuzzling a spot under your jaw before he kissed your lips, deepening the kiss, kissing you in wordless pleas.

The way to the bedroom consisted of wobbly steps and pauses so that Eren could kiss your lips or your neck properly, trying to balance his wants the best he could. The same Eren that was a strong warrior, seemingly cold and emotionless, was the one that looked at you with such hopeful and pleading eyes before you gave him long kisses on the lips, letting your hands slip under his shirt to rub circles into his skin, feeling it rise in shivers. He cupped your face like you were to disappear at any moment, or maybe to reassure himself it was reality.

Sparkles of pleasure started shimmering up Eren’s spine when his hips pressed to yours, and you returned the motion; your erection pressed against his in a delicious motion that wouldn’t feel so urgent if there weren’t layers of clothes separating you, adding up to the friction in a special way. He couldn’t help but whine into the kiss, his cock throbbing as he pressed even closer. Any distance between you two was too much.

The bed creaked lightly when Eren sat down on it, making sure to keep the kiss going until you couldn’t bend down without it being uncomfortable. His eyes followed your movements, arms above your head, and tossing the shirt aside, leaving the skin bare for him to kiss. He loved the way your skin felt against his. Eren held your hips and pressed his nose to your stomach, inhaling deeply, then rubbed his cheek against it. A soft sound slipped past his lips as his eyes met yours, glinting, expecting. He groaned and kissed your stomach again when your hands ran through his hair in silent praise.

As much as he loved it, Eren forced himself to pull back so that he could undress as well, and suddenly, his clothes were more complicated to remove than the Scout Regiment’s gear, compelling him to grunt in frustration while kicking his pants and underwear off and moving up on the bed. He found you already observing him when he looked up. His cheeks burned at the thought of what went through your mind, as much as he was sure of your unconditional love, and he reassured himself with that thought so that he could watch you finish undressing and climb on the bed.

Love made Eren attracted to you like a moth to light, intoxicating him, almost making it hard to do something as simple as breathe. His hands found your shoulders to pull you down for yet another kiss as soon as you were close enough. Every detail was perfect, from the way your body pressed against his once you settled down between his legs to your habit of nipping on his bottom lip before running your tongue along it to ask for entrance.

Eren rested his head back against the pillow with a moan, tasting something sweet as your tongue pressed against his and explored his mouth in a way that gave him a tingling sensation in his lower back and compelled him to squirm, pulling you even closer. He nipped on your lips, quickly forgetting the loss of your lips against his when you nipped on his neck instead, pressing to a spot below his ear until his cock throbbed again.

“Mmph, don’t tease, please,” he breathed.

You chuckled. “I’m not even teasing today, love.” You pecked his lips sweetly, tugging on his bottom lip with your teeth before pulling away, and he didn’t know whether he should believe you or not.

Cold air replaced your warmth when you sat back on your legs, Eren’s own resting over your thighs, and he felt like pouting when he had to let go of your shoulders, but there wasn’t any other way you could grab the oil from the bedside table if he didn’t. The characteristic scent filled the room as soon as you took the lid off, and he kept his eyes on your face while you poured some on your cock and let a generous amount of it drip between his legs. A groan escaped his lips, not at the sensation, but at the focused look you had on your face while doing it. He never got tired of you, your features, the freckles and moles spread across your skin that only managed to make you prettier, if possible. You were so fucking hot.

“Needy today?” A teasing air permeated your voice, but Eren didn’t have the chance to answer before your hand wrapped around your cock and his at the same time, pressing the two together in a firm grip, spreading the oil.

Eren’s words were replaced by a moan, fingers curling around the bedsheets. He eventually decided to ignore your words and focused on seeking more pleasure by thrusting into your grip, watching your hand move around both of you. Your focus changed whenever he started getting into something, though he wasn’t sure whether to enjoy or hate it. He bit his lip when your hand eased lower between his legs, while the other spread them out further with a firm hold on his thigh—he gladly did it, propping up on his elbows to watch, rewarded by your fingers pressing to his hole.

The intrusion burned a little at first, quickly overtaken by pleasure. Two of your fingers had pushed into Eren, and you easily had him moaning at the simple task of lubing him up. He clenched around your fingers, legs shifting, and he moaned more once your fingers curled up inside him. You knew how to please him so well.

“Fuck,” Eren groaned as he arched his back, his hips bucking involuntarily.

“Good?” You met his gaze, and Eren nodded, another moan escaping his lips when your fingers caressed the sweet spot inside him. His cock throbbed, some pre-cum escaping the tip and landing on his stomach as he whimpered, only exhaling when your fingers pulled away.

In an unspoken agreement, Eren lay back against the bed again the moment you adjusted your position, his arms wrapping around your shoulders once more, squeezing them briefly. One of your hands hooked under his leg to hold it up, his thigh almost pressing to his torso, and the other went down between the two of you.

“Please,” Eren mumbled, interrupted by a groan when he felt your tip press to his entrance. The pressure and the stretch were more intense than the ones your fingers demanded, but the pleasure your cock gave him was also a lot more intense, snatching a gasp from his lips with how it slowly sank deeper inside him. His fingers pressed into your back, his nails too short to actually mark the skin significantly, but enough to leave behind something that’d remind him of the moment later, like how you’d do with the firm grip now on both of his thighs.

“Nngh, yeah,” Eren gasped, arching his back as you eventually bottomed out. He could feel his brain swimming already. So good. Fine and deep inside him. He loved the light burning of the stretch, how he squirmed while trying to get used to the buzz sparkling through his body. It was exactly what he needed, exactly what he craved, the delicious sensation sent up his spine with the first tentative thrusts.

Your cock managed to hit all the right spots inside Eren, making strings of whiny moans escape his lips while he clung to you. His eyes fluttered shut in an attempt to help keep himself together until he got used to the pleasure. The thrusts grew steady, and he slowly could relax his grip on your back, at least free one of his hands so that he’d grab the back of your neck to bring you in for a kiss.

Whatever you mumbled between kisses fell on deaf ears, since Eren’s brain was too preoccupied with the feeling of your cock moving in and out of him instead, messily pressing his lips to yours. However, a tug on Eren’s hair compelled him to pull away from the kiss. The pain on his scalp, for some reason, stirred something in his lower stomach, the arousal growing as he kept the position you held him in, head back and neck exposed for you to cover it in kisses as you wished.

The new stimulation had Eren weak. Your grip on his hair wasn’t painful, but it was there, accompanied by your lips abusing a sensitive spot on his neck, all while your cock thrust deep inside him in heavy thrusts. He couldn’t help but wrap his legs around your waist, immediately shuddering at the new kind of pleasure the light adjustment provided, arching his back and dragging his fingers down yours.

Your name sounded like a messy moan coming from Eren’s lips, and he presumed that you’d only stopped nipping on his neck because you were satisfied with the mark you left there. The thought of it made his cock throb. He loved being yours, being with you, being filled by you. He could finally look at you again after you freed his hair, and he couldn’t help the fluttering in his chest just by looking at your face again, analyzing the pleased expression on your features. Pleased because of him.

“You feel so good, love. You’re made for me, aren’t you?” You moaned, holding both of his thighs again and increasing the rhythm of your thrusts. Your cock twitched inside Eren, the tip bullying his prostate continuously, compelling him to clench around you, toes curling.

“Yes, yes, all yours, yes,” Eren moaned. His legs wrapped tighter around you, craving that pleasure that only you could provide. “Fuck,” he gasped, “I love you so much.”

A smile tugged on your lips before you kissed Eren. You squeezed his thighs, basking in the sweet feeling that only he could provide you. He moaned shakily at the new rhythm of the thrusts, holding onto the back of your neck firmly to deepen the kiss, allowing you to fill his senses.

The kiss broke as your thrusts grew a little slower, and you pulled back a little to look between you two, groaning at the sight of Eren’s flushed cock dripping pre-cum all over himself. “Turn over,” you mumbled, meeting Eren’s gaze just in time to see the confusion turn into eagerness.

Eren untangled himself from you and lay on his stomach before pushing his hips up, hugging the pillow below him under his chest. He felt your cock press to his entrance, and the pleasure came faster this time, making him squirm at the new change of angle, giving in to the urge to buck his hips to meet your movements despite your hands holding his waist firmly.

“Mm, I love you,” you mumbled against the back of his shoulder, your body pressing against his nicely, and your fingers tangled into his hair, making him tilt his head to the side and expose his neck for you. He could only moan in response, melting under your touches, even more so as your thrusts felt more intense. His eyes rolled lightly when his hips moved back at the same time yours pushed against his, making him whine.

“More, please,” Eren breathed, a soft cry escaping his lips with a particularly harsh thrust. “Yes, yes,” he chanted again before biting his lip. Strings of moans spilled from his throat at the new pace, and his eyes rolled back again when your hand gripped his cock tightly, stroking it at the same pace as your thrusts. Just what he needed. A familiar sensation ran up his thighs, his cock twitching in your grip, and he just surrendered when his orgasm hit.

Eren moaned into the pillow, crying out softly as he came, spurting hot strings of cum on the bedsheets, and it was all it took for you to come as well, thrusts growing sloppier as you made sure every drop was inside in. His body slowly gave up under you, and you just lay down with him as well, hugging Eren and kissing along his back. 

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[leviackermanssjewishwife]

Postwar! Levi is so incredibly excited when you’re pregnant, it overwhelms him. It makes his heart hurt. It makes his stomach turn every time he thinks of it.

He’s had strong emotions before of course, he’s had his stomach turn with an anxiety, he’s had his heart hurt with sadness, he’s anticipated things good and bad, but he’s never felt excitement, let alone to this extent.

Seeing the round of your stomach slowly grow over the months makes tears well in his eyes. They well in his eyes at the fact that he finally created life instead of destroying.

But he still can’t help but feel a little proud when he feels your guys child kicking in your stomach, knowing that his child will be strong, that they will inherit a least a little bit of their father’s strength.

But he is so excited when he is setting up the nursery with room, even if building the crib irritates his leg. He loves placing his hand on the small of your back as you paint some small birds on the nursery walls. He loves organizing and cleaning everything so perfectly that it has an unnatural shine.

He is so excited that it makes him nervous during his final day of your pregnancy. He loves seeing how big your stomach has gotten, he loves packing the hospital bag with you, he loves the final moments of his child moving inside of you.

(Though he isn’t excited about the actual labor, he’s quite nervous actually.)

But when his little baby girl is placed in his arms, all that excitement melts away into realization.

He’s a father. He helped bring life into this world. He now has someone that depends on him. He has a little baby that loves him unconditionally. He has someone that sees him as completely clean and pure.

He has a child.

“Hello little Kuchel.” He says softly to the sleeping child, the excitement creeping back into his gut.

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[violet-fluff]

Post War! Levi x Reader (dadvi - drabble)

-Daddy was a Superhero-

Thanks for the request anon❤️ i will definitely make more post war dadvi

Levi is sitting in his wheelchair by the living room window, taking in the nice spring breeze while reading the paper.

“Daddy! Daddy!”

A little girl aged six runs up to him, causing him to crinkle his paper shut as she hurries up into his lap.

“Isabel, what’s wrong?”

The little girl grins, showing a few missing baby teeth as she latches onto his shirt with excited fists. “Mommy told me you were a super hero!”

Levi’s head lulles slightly back in annoyance at the title. He’s a humble man; such titles make him uncomfortable.

“Oh? Why would she say that?” He asks his daughter, as he smooths down her black hair.

“My book is telling me about the giant people, and mommy said you killed all of them!” Isabel can hardly catch a breath as she’s so excited with finding out how cool her dad is.

Levi smiles. “Well…I did kill them…but with the help of a lot of other people. Uncle Jean, Uncle Connie, Auntie Mikasa, basically everyone you know helped daddy. Mommy too.”

Isbabel’s doe eyes widen. “Mommy?!”

With a chuckle, Levi boops her nose. “You know, mommy was one of the best fighters daddy ever saw?”

“Wooooooow!”

Levi nods his head. “She saved daddy a lot of times. Daddy fell in love with how great she is, so daddy married her. Now we have you.” He smiles as Isabel giggles when he tickles her stomach.

Isabel pauses to think for a moment. “Daddy…how do mommies have babies?”

Levi’s heart drops and he clears his throat. “Well that’s a question for mommy isn’t it? Why don’t you go ask her?”

His daughter nods rapidly and slides off his lap. Levi sighs in relief and watches as she pitter patters out into the hall, in search of you.

He looks out the window, deciding to enjoy the rest of his peace before you come and scold him.

[oxygenbefore1775]

when you have to leave him in the morning

➥featuring: porco, reiner, zeke x fem!reader

➥cw: petnames, suggestive aka hints of sex and groping in porco's, also forgery in zeke's (as if ud expect anything else from him), also zeke's a doctor here

➥summary: after staying the night at his place, you have to leave in the morning yet he's dead-set to get in your way (or not)

➥a/n: aka my beloved tagelied trope (i can't fucking get enough of it)

Porco

tries to get off one last time

A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you noticed his figure appearing in the mirror's reflection, silently entering the bathroom while you were getting ready to leave for work. His eyes found you in a heartbeat as did his arms, snaking their way around your waist and getting dangerously close to the hem of your shirt.

He observed you hastily going through your skincare routine for a few moments before emitting a low grunt, his lips gingerly brushing against the nape of your neck. "C'mon baby you don't need all that shit," his hold on you tightened, turning possessive, "you're already so pretty. Save this time for something else." With the bluntest of insinuations leaping of his tongue, Porco slid his fingers under your shirt and started tracing shapes on the tender skin of your stomach.

Yet, you remained strong in the face of his bold caresses, "It's only thanks to this 'shit' that I've been so 'pretty', Pock." Your breath hitched as his palm slid up to your breast, gently cupping it, but you continued, though with a clear strain to your voice. "And no, the last time I caved, I was late to work and I couldn't exactly tell my boss that my boyfriend wanting to get his dick wet was the one to blame."

"You know that's not what I meant," he pleaded, his brows furrowing in growing desperation. His voice dripped with honeyed sweetness, weaving a seductive melody that lingered in the air. "Oh, please. I can't bear to wait a whole day to have you back at my place. I'll drive you there myself, even if it means getting a ticket. It's just too good, that pussy of yours."

As his words hung in the air, followed by thoughtless pecks to your neck and back of your head, you couldn't help but to feel the allure of his proposition. The thought of succumbing to his enticing offer tugged at your resolve and coiling familiar warmth in your stomach, tempting you to give in to the desires.

Fortunately for Porco, your self-restraint was practically non-existent.

With a gentle nudge you pried yourself out of his grasp to face him and fall back into his arms again. "Ok, but only this last time," you playfully interjected between breathless kisses.

His dark chuckle melted against your lips, the low rumble of amusement sending more heat into your stomach. "You say that everytime."

Reiner

helps you to get ready

With a delicate yet persistent rub to your shoulder Reiner roused you out of the deep sleep, calling out your name in an affectionate manner to make sure you were awake. Blinking your eyes open, you smiled at him in recognition before wandering your still hazy gaze to the clock. The burning white digital numbers jolted you awake as you realized you had overslept.

A drawn-out "shit" flew past your lips along with curses directed at your phone for not setting off the alarm clock, and you scrambled out of bed, your mind racing. Your eyes lay to Reiner. If it wasn't for your phone, then was he the one to wake you up?

Your head void of any other thoughts, you stated bluntly, "I'm running late." With those words you turned to Reiner, a surge of hope and pleading momentarily glimmered in your eyes, desperate for a solution to your predicament. However, as the weight of the situation fully settled in, a new wave of despair crashed over you, overwhelming you with the number of all the tasks that needed to be accomplished in such a short amount of time. That initial glint of hope irrevocably faded, replaced by a deep sense of worry and frustration.

Ever the paragon of composure (at least when it came to your predicaments), Reiner flashed a reassuring smile at you. "Not to worry," he mused, his voice laced with warmth. "I've already taken care of a few things for you." As you stood there, momentarily dumbfounded by his thoughtfulness, he gently nudged you toward the bathroom. "Just go and start off the day while I finish up some other tasks. Alright?"

As it turned out, Reiner took his time in the morning to fix up a breakfast for you and iron your outfit for the day. As you sat at the kitchen counter, gobbling up the prepared meal in haste, Reiner exuded strange serenity unfit for the rush of the mornings that somehow transferred to you too. So much so, that when you were standing in the hallway waiting for the cab (another courtesy of Reiner) you were absolutely calm as if coming in late wasn't a threat anymore.

As you were about to leave, Reiner handed you a container and explained under the unspoken question of your eyes. "Packed some lunch for you." Clarification sounded so simple coming out of his mouth yet it still swelled your chest with affection. A belated surge of tenderness overcame you, and you leaned in to leave a gentle peck on his cheek, before leaving for the cab.

Zeke

pulls all the strings at his disposal to make you stay

The soft rays of the morning light filtered through the curtains as the alarm clock in its infinite persistence urged you to wake up. With a yawn and a stretch, along with some crude laments about such an early awakening, you made a feeble attempt to get up but a clutch of his hands, closed in around you, only grew stronger.

"Zeke," you groaned in protest but nonetheless let him pull you closer into his embrace. "We're not playing this game again."

His response was barely an audible murmur yet still managed to convey an untolerable level of sneer, "Yes, we are."

With that, he peeled one of his eyes open just to register the sheer annoyance painted across your features and fall back into slumber as soon as he saw the desired outcome of his antics. Your struggle seemed to amuse him to no end.

Trying to cover up the boiling irritation, you pleaded with him one last time, "I have to get up. Mind you, we both have work today," you pointed out and followed with a reasonable, at least at first glance, argument. "Doubt that your patients would be all that happy to not see you at your office today."

"Oh, I'm afraid they'll have to deal with that," he rebuked in a state of absolute calm, "The same goes for your boss."

Shifting around in his embrace to find some sort of comfort, you furrowed your brows in confusion. "The fuck you mean?" you asked him bluntly, running out of patience and time to get ready.

His whole body trembled as curt laughter escaped his chest. "Well, it has come to my attention that both of us contracted a rare strain of disease and — oh no — it's extremely contagious and dangerous to the outside world so we must quarantine for the rest of the day." To add defiance to his words and irate you even more, he nestled closer, his beard scratching at your skin. "As you can see, I'm already taking measures. It's you who's the irresponsible one right now."

"You talking forgery," you rebuked meekly yet it didn't seem to get a rise out of him. "Not if you're a real doctor which, luckily, I am."

You still seemed tense when his hot breath seered against your ear, "Relax, we're sleeping in today."

A valid excuse provided, you melted into his touch as you finally caved to his request. "You're very fortunate to have me, you know? Maybe reconsider to start appreciating me some more." The playfulness to his voice quickly faded off into the distance as you fell back asleep.

[abiatackerman]

Food fight and forgiven kisses

Just imagine you and Levi giving silent treatment to each other after you two argued. It's not like you two actually argued, I mean Levi never argues. But he's too damn good with his words and he said something rude and insulting to you... Which made you sad, angry and leave the place.

Also not to mention skipping meals. This is the thing Levi hated. You would always blackmail him by this. Every time you're upset you would throw your anger on your meals and make your stomach suffer. He noticed you didn't take your dinner last night, and also spent the whole morning sleeping. So technically you skipped your breakfast too. And when you refused Petra's invitation for lunch..... His worries won against his pride and ego.

Because no matter how much he hated it.... He knew how damn stubborn you are and he's not letting you torture on yourself for some shitty words he said to you.

"You haven't eaten last night and also you skipped your breakfast. Even you woke up at 1 fucking pm today and refusing to take lunch."

Levi speaks in his cold voice as he throws you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing and smacks your ass hard, making you yelp as he walks towards the main hall.

"I can walk, also what's with the smack?"

You ask angrily as you smack his back in response which felt nothing more than a little hard press on his strong back.

"That's for making me worry, idiot."

He grumbles, carrying you as he finally arrives at the hall, setting you down on a chair as he sets a tray down onto the table, a small frown forming on his face.

"You didn't have to carry me!"

You groan in annoyance.

"Hush or I'll smack your ass again."

Levi snaps back, pushing the tray of food towards you as he sits.

"And I'll smack you back. Also I won't eat. I'm mad at you and I need space so don't bother me."

You say, crossing your arms and turn your face away from Levi. Which felt so damn adorable and cute to him.

"Oi, you brat!"

Levi snaps as he grabs the back of your head, pulling you towards himself before slamming his lips against yours for a kiss, wrapping his arms around you as he pulls you to sit on his lap.

Levi keeps kissing, making the kiss deeper as he gently bites your lip, trying to make you feel bad for worrying him. Pulling back, he rests his forehead against yours for a moment before gently pressing a kiss on your forehead.

"I'm sorry for the shitty words… but I don't want anything bad to happen to you, idiot."

His words make you finally feel like you've won the battle. And that's when you feel the hunger in your stomach.

"Well, you should've apologised earlier.... I didn't eat for fucking 24 hours... I'm hungry as hell!"

"Then eat, stupid."

He rolls his eyes softly, gently shoving the tray in front of you as he lets you get off his lap. You sit beside him and start eating immediately.

"Well, I'm sorry for acting like a brat too."

You speak with your mouth stuffed with food. It results a gentle flicking to your head from Levi.

"If you keep talking with your mouth full, food will fall out, idiot. Don't speak until you swallow."

You roll your eyes.

"First of all, none of them fell. And secondly, no... Your insults are definitely not hot."

Well it is, at least to you.... But you'll never admit it.....

[moonpetrichors-blog]

I'm Low On Gas And You Need A Jacket

Tags: Eren x gn!Reader, Oneshot, After S4, Somewhat Angsty, Reminiscing On The Past, Second Person POV, Aftermath, Unrequited Love (Except You Just Never Had The Chance To Confess)

Warnings: None

But I'll soon forget the colour of your eyes, and you'll forget mine.

PTV inspired because of that one theory that Eren's eye colour always changes in the anime since Armin is the narrator and is forgetting what they look like. But what about your perspective?

guess yall could say he... collided with the sky? LMFAO

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His eyes were the most stunning blue.

Or were they green?

You're not so sure. You weren't so sure when you forgot - when you forgot how his brows would pucker at the mention of titans, or how you could glimpse sparkles of gold when the warmth of the sun glistened across his skin just so.

His tawny complexion was speckled in freckles, youth carved into his features and demeanour irrespective of what he'd been through. There was something so utterly childish about him, and his ardent enthusiasm drove you up the wall. How could someone like him dream big but see so small?

Maybe that's why you fell for Eren Yeagar: he had a drive and a purpose, even if it was a suicidal one, as Jean would call it. He was belligerent and awkward, yet despite his abrasiveness, he loved profoundly for those he knew.

You were no exception.

At fifteen, you two clashed endlessly about every. Little. Thing. Contrary to what Eren would claim about you being obnoxious, he'd do it in order to capture your attention, and you'd do it deliberately to rile him up. One-upmanship in the ranks, continual sparring in training until you were exhausted beyond belief.

Jumping into crazy competitions and cursing each other out amid teamwork-assigned missions. Lord knows why you two were constantly paired together. That was simply how both of you were: two adolescents who were unfamiliar with how to express their emotions like other teenagers.

You despised the way his nose scrunched when he was determined, and how that dumb gold key dangled around his neck as a symbol of freedom. You two were far from normal, but who else in the corps knew what normalcy was?

Everyone allowed you two bicker like that, because at least even when surrounded by death and fighting, they could count on the simplicity of your relationship with Eren to remind them how you all still had your humanity.

There was one particular night when the two of you had accidentally snuck out past curfew at the same time, and instead of clawing the other’s eyes out, you made pictures out of the constellations and talked about what you hoped for the future.

At sixteen, he grew his hair out, and perhaps one could concede that he looked... pretty with it. Eren was a touch dishevelled, but being boisterous and imperfect was not unusual for him. You hated how unfair it was how this boy could be so beautiful.

You used to muss Eren's hair and make fun of him, but after the discovery of Marley, you became less unkind. The key around his neck had no longer represented freedom, but rather oppression. You attempted to ignore it, instead concentrating on the head it was attached to.

Eren was still an emotional skip fire, of course, but you could see something had shifted in him. But he was still Eren, and despite the external changes thrust onto you, he remained the same on the inside. A reliable constant.

Eren was reliable. Mostly.

At seventeen, that was undoubtedly the very last time you beheld the beautiful hazel-eyed boy you'd met and fallen in love with. They say that the eyes are the window to the soul, and you can still recognize that Eren is there, but he appeared to be inhabited by another completely.

He steadfastly refuses to let you reach him, but remnants of him are still present. He's just not as angry, loud, or opinionated as he was during training days. There were nights when you'd stargaze together as you used to, pretending to be foolishly young and dreaming on fallen stars.

He shifted at the age of eighteen. You, like everyone else, hung onto recollections of who he was. Were you stupid for scanning those blue pools of his, hoping that you might catch a glimpse of the old him? Probably. Eren made you feel silly at times, but not in the same way he did when you were younger.

This time, it was genuine. As opposed to your infantile bickering, he'd said things to hurt you on purpose. At least when you were younger, your bickering had held an endearing tone. Now his tone was just devoid of any sort of passion.

That's why, at nineteen, you couldn't bring yourself to despise the man he'd grown into. Because how could you? You were so deeply in love with him, so devoted, that you were unable to wrench your gaze away from him even as he ventured further from what you knew to be the right path. And that was meant to be with you.

If the eyes are the window to the soul, then why did his stare back at yours, so grey and lifeless?

If the key represented oppression, letting Eren's head roll was the key to freedom. You had cradled his head in your arms, sobbing uncontrollably because this boy, your dumb, beautiful boy, had given his life for his idiotic dream at your hands.

Because, perhaps after all, his lunacy was a constant in your life amidst the chaos of war, and being slain by you was one last selfish wish. To be just another set of bones to be laid to rest.

It’d been awhile since you visited his grave, the old age getting to you. You caressed the engraved stone, reminiscing again – forever left to grapple with your unresolved feelings towards him, forever nineteen. You wonder what he might look like if you could have grown old together.

You've forgotten what the colour of Eren's eyes are.

He'd long forgotten yours.

[dreamtuna]

Afternoon Tea

Not a creative title, but just a moment that I've thought about a lot lately. What would post-war teatime be like with Levi? This is just one thought I had. Maybe I'll write more of them idk. I feel like these would be amongst the sweetest moments with him, especially if you're alone together. Attack on Titan - Levi x Reader fluff, tea, post-war, soft Levi i just wanna smoosh his cheekies so much, gender neutral reader Word Count: 800 It's important to just take the time to appreciate things.

The soft ticking of the wall clock, the gentle tinkling of cups as you placed them on the tray, the smell of freshly brewed tea. These things all engulfed you, demanding your full attention each and every day. Now it felt so important to take that time out and appreciate little things like the passage of time or the comfort of a hot drink. You never had before.

Furrowing your brow slightly, you followed the instructions you’d been given and carefully prepared the pot of tea, placing it on the tray too. It was not one of your strengths, but you threw your whole being into doing it to the best of your abilities each and every time, chasing that appreciative hum you hoped to hear. With a deep breath you picked up the tray and made your way out the door, careful not to catch your ankles on the wheelchair that sat beside it. Your ankle was still tender from doing so earlier.

You gently padded down the couple of steps into the front garden. You had searched long and hard for a suitable home without steps but he had insisted it would be fine, it was only a few and there was a sturdy handrail. And he had you. You had blushed furiously when he had said that. At a glance, his face had seemed disinterested and aloof, peering down at the paper he was reading, but you saw the way his eyes relaxed and his gentleness crept over his features. The next day you began preparing to move in.

Like then, he was peering down at the paper once more, not even glancing up when you set the tray down on the table. You slid onto the bench next to him, careful not to catch his walking stick that hung over the back, and stared across the garden and out into the fields before you. Far off you could see hills rise up, barely able to make out the moving specks of colour that must be grazing livestock. The breeze gently wrapped around you and your eyes fluttered shut.

A long moment passed before you heard the rustling of papers and felt movement as Levi put them down on the table, tucking an edge under the tray so it wouldn’t be caught if the wind picked up. Before you could open your eyes there was warmth. His arm had briefly found its way around your shoulders, pulling you in gently as his lips ghosted over your cheek. You felt like your heart was doing flips, like it was the first time he kissed you all over again that darkened night under the stars when he had convinced you to take a late night stroll with him. You heard him pouring the tea and slowly opened your eyes.

“I hope I got it right this time.”

He stared down at his cup and took a tentative sip. You awaited that appreciative hum, but it seemed it wasn’t coming.

“Better,” he finally said, still staring at his cup. He took another sip, and the slightest noise emanated from him. That was close enough for you and you felt a light blush spread across your cheeks alongside your smile.

When he finally looked up at you and saw your smile he seemed to freeze. After a moment, he gently set down his tea and turned to take your face in his hands. His thumbs gently stroked your soft skin as he held your gaze. You didn’t even realise you’d stopped breathing at first. Your lips parted soundlessly. His scarred skin, his damaged eye, none of it took away from how striking he was. He was just as handsome as when you met, maybe even more with that weight finally off his shoulders. Peace looked good on him.

He often held your face like this these days. He’d taken to just staring at you as much as possible. At first it had been kind of uncomfortable, especially that first night you woke up to find him gazing down at you as you slept. But the second you saw how flustered he got, apologising and trying to explain, you had thrown your arms around him and squeezed him so tightly. You had tried to muffle your sob into his shoulder when he squeezed you back just as tight, the happiness and love threatening to spill out of you at any moment. But as always he held you together. As always he kissed you gently.

He kissed you gently once again, that day in the warm wind on the bench outside the home you shared, while the tea he had taught you how to brew slowly cooled, forgotten and unimportant when the taste of your lips was available instead.

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By Any Other Name (Jean Kirstein x Reader)

Summary | Jean realizes not all nicknames are bad.

Contents | Fluff, No use of y/n, Eren and Floch are little shits, Mikasa manhandles Eren, snarky!Jean

Pairings | Jean Kirstein/You, Eren/Mikasa

Notes | This was inspired by @fandominfestation‘s post. Header image credit goes to Portgas D. Ace on Pinterest.

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He hates it.

The snark of Eren Yeager matched only by himself, the holler of his cackle makes Jean Kirstein’s spine stiffen.

What’s worse than his cackle? Only one thing.

“HEYO ~Jean-boy~!” The high pitched whine of Eren’s voice bellows from down the hall. There could not be a worse nickname, coming from a worse person. If he didn’t know better, Jean would say even the bricks lining the walls of Mitras’ capital building shuddered in embarrassment for him. Floch’s (fucking fuck that guy, Jean thinks) stupid laugh follows quickly behind, his wheezing sounding more donkey than human.

He can’t stop the lava-hot anger boiling to the surface, shoulders rising and fists clenching at his sides. Now they’re both laughing, and he wants to deck them both in their stupid, snide faces. Jean turns, eyes narrowed to a slit, “Where’s your bodyguard, Yeager? I don’t see your usual evil brooding shadow.” Smirking, he knows he hit Eren right where it hurts, in his puny runt-sized heart. Fuck it, if he wants to play hardball and mock my mother, I’ll play, he thinks.

Eren short circuits and Floch’s jaw falls open. Before Eren becomes his usual flash of rage induced, uncoordinated, off-balance flurry of flailing limbs, Jean stalks off not quite fast enough to miss the tail end of a devastating loss.

Mikasa grabs him by the collar before he can wind himself up, “Why do you always do this shit?”

Jean smirks to himself. “Oh, hey Mikasa. Didn’t see you there!” He calls.

He’s rounding the corner when Yeager grounds out a retort that’s followed by an “Oof,” where Mikasa yanks his collar a little too hard.

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Yeager still tries his patience, incessantly. Jean blows him off nowadays, his temper no longer simmering just below the surface. When his pest’s favorite insult doesn’t even make his skin prickle, he knows he’s fucked.

There’s a new factor at play, and Jean’s too preoccupied to care much about Eren being a little prick. All because of you.

It’s not his fault, he thinks. You’re so sweet. If they bottled and sold you as a drink, no one would get enough. It’s in the way you smile, eyes twinkling. How you immediately flush when paid too much attention, or address a group. Your soft voice and desire for the quiet. Jean knows you’re not a pushover, you’ll knock someone on their ass. The difference is in how - with few words spoken and gracefully, swiftly, without hesitation.

So when Jean spends the night in your quarters, warm and wonderfully devoid of the regular scout racket, his mind is far, far away from fucking Yeager and Floch. And, when you beckon him closer in the lamplight, finger under his chin and a glint in your eye; when you whisper “Come here, Jean-boy,” before bringing your mouths together… well, he’s never loved the sound of his own name more. Yeager can eat a bag of dicks, he thinks, right as your lips part and let his tongue explore the softness of you.

With one hand on your waist, the other in your hair, and you on his lap, hands around his neck, he knows for certain that he is absolutely and unequivocally fucked.

Bonus: Eren tries it again and the unintended effect is that Jean gets a raging boner.