#aot blurb

[ackermancurse]

58 with Levi Ackerman for the prompt list please hehe :)

Modern Levi x Reader

Levi is your plus one to a wedding you were invited to in your family. Levi has always been your best friend so you asked him to go with you because you didn’t want to show up without a plus one.

“Pleaseeee Levi. My cousin is getting married and I’m tired of showing up to weddings without a plus one. It’ll shove it in my aunt’s face. I’m tired of hearing her snarky remarks of me still being single,” you plead to your best friend that sits on your couch in your apartment.

Levi sits with his right ankle resting on his left knee and leans his head back against the wall behind him, “Don’t make me regret it.”

Your face lights up, “Thank you thank you Levi. So I was thinking you can wear that black suit with the baby blue button up because it really brings out your eyes and-“

Levi puts up his right index finger and points at you, “Just promise me you won’t make me dance.” His grayish-blue eyes pierce into yours.

You pout, “But-“

“No but’s. I’m sorry but you know I don’t dance. When have you ever seen me dance in the 6 years you’ve known me,” he explains with a quirked brow.

You huff, “Fine I promise.”

Levi puts out his right pinky finger, “Swear on it.”

The one time he picks up a trait of yours it’s of course the trait you practice most. You always make Levi pinky swear and he hates doing it, but knows it means a lot to you. You put out your left pinky finger, “I swear.”

You place your earrings in and look at the time on your phone. Levi still hasn’t shown up and you have to leave in 5 minutes. You dial his number but it goes straight to voicemail, “Levi where the hell are you? Call me when you get this.”

There was a knock at your front door. You rush over and open it to see your best friend.

“Sorry I had to pick up my suit from the cleaners,” he mumbles with the suit still on its hanger.

You roll your eyes, “Well can we hurry this up please I wanna be there as soon as possible to rub it in my aunt’s face that I have a plus one finally.”

Levi enters your bathroom and shuts the door behind him while you sit on the couch. 2 minutes later he comes out in his freshly pressed suit. His dark locks framing his face perfectly.

“Can you just help me with my watch,” he asks, holding his expensive dark chocolate brown leather watch with a navy blue face and gold accents.

You stand up and grab his wrist gently, fastening the loose watch tightly together, “There, all done.” You glance up at Levi and find him already looking at you.

“You look good,” he replies in his deep and sultry voice. He looks down at you with a small smirk.

You clear your throat and step away from him, “Thanks Levi. Don’t look too bad yourself. Let’s go, yeah?”

He nods and makes his way towards the front door, opening it for you.

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You arrive at the wedding venue with Levi and he puts his arm out for you to lock your arm with him, “God I can’t wait to see the look on my aunt’s face.”

Levi chuckles slightly which makes me smile and look up at him, “Glad I could help. But remember our deal, no dancing.”

You sigh, hoping he had forgotten about the stupid deal, “Yes I know.”

As you walk up the steps to the building your Aunt Alice steps out and locks eyes with you, “Well what do we have here? Did you finally take my advice and stop acting like a child and get yourself a-“ she glances at Levi and looks him up and down, “nice piece of man.”

You had to admit Levi always did clean up well. The way the baby blue shirt brings out his piercing eyes and his dark features accentuate his facial features like his chiseled jaw.

“Levi Ackerman ma’am. Your niece has told me so much about you,” he extends his hand and she accepts it.

“Only good things I’m hoping,” she smiles.

He looks at you from the corner of his eye with a small smirk, “Of course.”

Aunt Alice’s face turns flush and she looks you in the eye, “You better not do anything to lose this man, dear, or I’ll have to set him on a date with your cousin Rachel. She’d really love him,” she replies and winks at Levi. “It was nice meeting you Levi, I hope to see you more later.” Aunt Alice walks away to continue with her bride of the mother duties.

Your smile fades, “Ugh I can’t stand her.

Levi unlocks his arm from yours and grabs your hand, “Hey, don’t bother with her. I can tell she just wants to get a reaction out of you.”

You look down at your hand in his. Levi has held your hand before, but this felt different. You look up to him and his eyes soon look up into yours.

Levi clears his throat and let’s go of your hand, “So should we find a spot inside?”

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The reception has gone on for a couple hours. You and Levi have been talking to all your family members who can’t help but gush over your “boyfriend.” Many of them commented on his cold and stoic impression and that he seems straight out of a romance novel.

You watch as other people dance with their dates and can’t help but feel a bit sad. You wish Levi wanted to dance.

“Uh oh trouble in paradise already? I told you Levi she’s a tough one,” Aunt Alice appears and sits down at your table next to Levi and gives you a tight-lipped grin.

Levi looks at you and back to your aunt, “Oh no. We’re just enjoying each other’s company here and talking to people who come by.”

Your aunt shoots you a glare, “I’m sure you’re just dying to dance and because she’s upset she’s not the one getting married so she just wants to sit and sulk. I’m so sorry Levi.”

You feel that familiar tightness form in your throat and feel tears sting the corners of your eyes. You look up at Levi and when he sees your expression he sends your aunt a look like he wants to strangle her. Of course, she doesn’t know this expression like you do.

“Actually I was just about to ask her to dance,” Levi retorts and stands up unbuttoning his suit jacket.

You quickly look up to him wide eyed, “Levi you don’t-“

Levi gives you a look, “C’mon dance with me.” His hand extends out to you.

You look at it for a moment and look back up to him. He gives you a nod of reassurance. You grab his hand and stand up.

Levi begins walking towards the dance floor with you when he stops and turns around, “And excuse me Alice. Your niece is a very beautiful young lady and I’m lucky to even be in her presence tonight. I don’t appreciate the way you speak so poorly of her so please stop being the bitter and jealous Aunt that you are.”

Aunt Alice placed a hand on her chest and was struggling to find the words she wanted to say.

You try to stifle a chuckle and cover your mouth. You can’t believe he said that to your aunt.

Levi takes your hand once more and you join together on the dance floor in time for a slow dance.

“Levi you really didn’t have to do any of that. Especially coming out to the dance floor. We had a deal,” you explain your arms around his neck.

Levi shrugs, “If it means I get to see that look on your aunt’s face, I’d do it again.”

You smile, “Thank you.”

“Don’t say I don’t do anything for you. You’re a special girl, so I’ll always make an exception,” Levi replies and locks eyes with you.

You can’t help, but blush, “So I’m a beautiful young lady huh?”

Levi’s eyes widen and you swear you see his cheeks get pink, “Was hoping you didn’t catch that. But yes, yes you are.”

You smile and rest your head on his chest, hearing the sound of his heartbeat ever so slightly.

You continue to sway to the music silently with Levi.

“Levi…” You break the silence between the two of you.

“Yes?” Levi asks with small confusion in his voice.

“What are we?” You ask. Recently, Levi and you have gotten really close. Closer than normal, but it’s a good close. You guys are always with each other, and if you’re not then you’re on the phone. You look forward to seeing him and feel butterflies in your stomach when you see him. You always thought Levi was attractive but you have always been best friends. Now it’s different.

Levi gulps, “I don’t know, honestly. I know we’ve always been best friends but I don’t know about you, but I feel like there’s something different.”

You pull away from his chest and look at him. Yes, something is different. “I think we might be stepping into more than best friends territory, Levi.”

Levi chuckles and you see that grin of his, “Yeah I think so too.”

You stare into each other's eyes for a while feeling the tension grow between the two of you.

“Can I kiss you,” Levi blurts out and breaks the tension.

Your heart skips a beat. You nod, “Yes, you can.”

Levi bends down to reach your lips. When your lips connect there’s an explosion like nothing would ever be able to explain. It feels natural. It feels right. It feels perfect.

You pull away first and the song ends. Your foreheads touching, “Wow,” you whisper.

“I think wow is an understatement,” Levi responds with a small laugh.

Levi guides you away from the dancefloor and holds your hand. You glance down and smile. You look up to him once more and he gives you a small smirk.

Maybe this is the one time that it’s okay to break a pinky promise.

[mossgh0st]

Resharing in honor of my beloved’s birthday. Happy birthday to Jean Kirstein & his absolutely massiv-

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.

[yup-thats-me]

"let's see kids who can hug mamma the first!" Your husband told or rather commanded your twin boys as the three came back from their grocery run.

Your two sons giggled as they ran towards the house and the thirty-something-old kid (your husband) too ran with them. The only visible difference being was that he was taller and was carrying three to four bags with him. He, same as his kids, had that stupid little smile on his face.

When the door barged in and her kids ran to your side, Y/n couldn't help the smile that made its way to her lips. Putting down the cup of coffee she was holding, she stumbled back a little by the force as the two little humans hugged their mother like their lives depended on it.

Smiling, Y/n was caressing her two boys lovingly. What she did not expect was to see her husband as well to join in on the group hug and forcibly make his way into the middle making the kids grumble in dissatisfaction.

"That's not fair, dad! we came first!" Your kids whined.

The man gave them a smug grin. "You think? You little seaweeds wouldn't be here if I did not come first, you know." He blew raspberries at the kids. "Also, did you not know your mother loves me the best?"

His comment earned him a smack on the head from his beloved wife. The man held his head in feigned hurt and looked at Y/n like she just betrayed him in the worst ways.

The boys laughed at their father but were quick to ask, "Do you really love Dad more than us, mama?"

Smiling she pecked the two on their cheek, and her husband too to make him stop pouting. "Well...it may be partially true."

It was the kids turn to look betrayed. "But mom!"

Y/n giggled. "I do love you boys. I love you two so much. How can I not when you are literally a part of me? I love you two." She caressed their cheek.

"But as much as it's true that you two are a part of me," she continued, "I wouldn't be able to have you with just myself. It is thanks to your father that I am given such a beautiful gift." she smiled, her eyes shining with a sadness that is not melancholic. It was the realization that her kids would someday leave her. Of course they would, they are bound to. And when they do, she'd be thankful to her husband who stayed.

Her husband smiled at her and gave his kids a nod. Upon the command, the three hugged Y/n out of the blue and greeted, "Happy mother's day momma!"

Y/n was brought back to the present, she smiled, a few tears pricking her eyes. "Thank you, boys," she kissed their cheek. "We have brought you some food as well! We'll go bring it!" The two got up and ran to the kitchen to bring whatever they brought as a gift for their mother.

In the meantime, Y/n's husband snaked a hand around her waist, pulling her close. "Thank you, baby, for being the mother of my children. Really, thank you." And this time, her husband was speaking from the bottom of his heart

[f4irycafe]

eren with a peaceful girlfriend is a sight nobody thought they would ever see. known for getting into fights because someone looked at him the wrong way, all of his friends are so surpised when he brings around the nice girl who is kind to/loves everyone. you meditate in the mornings and evenings, journal your feelings, take walks in nature to ground yourself and then there's you rabbies infected dog (eren) who trails behind you everywhere you go. you definately have scary dog privileges.

don't get me wrong, you can bark and bite as well, one of the reasons eren loves you so much. for all your softness, when you rarely get pissed off no one even tries to argue with you, instead accepting their fate of being verbally eviscerated until you've cooled off. eren was on the receiving end of that rage once ... never again. its the type of voice that ur mom uses when shes mad at u, she doesn't even need to raise her voice to send shivers down ur spine and have u acting right quickkkkkkk.

now don't be fooled this peace came after a long period of also being crazy as fuck, but after seeing that crazy never did anything good for you, you learned to chill out. hopefully eren can learn some lessons from you :)

elle's thoughts: hey yall, thinking of writing an eren fic but i cant decide what kind of eren, vote if you've read this far hehe! im basically taking all my current hyper fixations and throwing them into one fic. this is my distraction from my thesis project lmao. but some of my recent watches so you can get the vibe are 13 reasons why (i forgot how much i fucking adore justin), dexter, landman, all american, the summer i turned pretty, and modern love.

[levisjinchuriki]

levisjinchuriki's kinktober 2024 masterlist {nsfw}

rules

let me hear you | choso kamo - you discover he likes you on top

focus on me | satoru gojo - it's your turn to be blindfolded

helping hand | yuji itadori - you accidentally send nudes to your best friend. good thing he doesn't mind

not without me | ryomen sukuna - you know better than to touch yourself while sukuna is away

gentleman | nanami kento - he has a rough day and you let him take it out on you

look at me | suguru geto - geto makes you watch yourself as you enter subspace

enemies | toji fushiguro - you can talk back all you want, but toji knows how to shut you up

marked | megumi fushiguro - megumi shows you how skilled he is with his fingers

devil | ryomen sukuna - your ex, sukuna, always comes back to show you you're his

back to sleep | eren jaeger - eren can't control himself when he wakes up with a boner

ride 'em cowgirl! | reiner braun - you're reiner's pretty little wife who takes care of him after a long day

surveillance | light yagami - L is determined to catch light in the act of being kira. his eyes are glued to the screen, even during vulnerable moments

sweets | L lawliet - L has a suspicion you'll take just as sweet as his favorite treats

nymphomaniac | jjk characters -their reaction to their nympho gf

kinks | jjk characters - the types of kinks they would have

a/n: please send requests in my inbox!!

creds: @elryisia

[xetlynn]

may I request cowboy amab hange smut?? ❤️

I love Hange so much<3

Attack On Titan Imagines- Hange Zoë

Innocent and Pure

⚠️WARNING🔞: SMUT

[aot] [main page]

Prompt: Your father hires someone to help on the ranch since he’s getting older. Even against your pleads for you to do the work yourself. You were just too innocent for your own good, he had to protect his pumpkin:( Contains: Fem!receiving oral, riding, slight hand job? slight exhibitionism not really though.

“But daddy!” You exclaim, throwing your hands in the air as you followed your father into the living room. “But nothin’, pumpkin’. I need the help and you know how I feel about you dealin’ with cattle.” He shakes his head, huffing out air once he’s plopped down in his usual seat. 

“I’m able, you won’t need to waste yer money on some random man!” You sit on the arm of his chair, clinging to his arm. “I know yer able. More than able but there’s been thieves lately. My daughter is not gettin’ hurt!” He angrily shouts causing you to flinch at his harsh tone. You weakly let him go. Knowing nothing is going to change his mind. 

“Okay, daddy.” Your lips curved into a frown, tears brimming in your eyes. “Aw don’t be like that, pumpkin. I just can’t fathom somethin’ happenin’ to ya.” He sighs, bringing you into his side. You purse your lips, giving him a nod. “I know, I just want to help.” You hug him before standing up. 

“You can help by showin’ that boy aroun’ the property later, how bout that?” He offers with a slight smile, you only shrug your shoulders in response. 

And that’s exactly what you did. He was no boy either. That was a full on man and you were completely thrown off by his beauty. Wearing a full cowboy get up. Wide brimmed hat, the leather chaps, the button up. All of it. You noticed he had an eye patch covering his left eye.

“You must be Mr. [Last Name]’s daughter.” His voice was silky smooth, higher pitched but so… attractive. “That’s me! I didn’t quite get your name though.” You jut out your bottom lip, he smiles down at you. Your face was sculpted by the gods. Innocent, pure, and tempting. 

“Hange Zoe, pleasure to meet such a beautiful lady.” He reaches out for your hand to which you instantly give. Distracted by him. How entrancing he was. It was beginning to startle you, you’ve never felt this way over a stranger. 

He kisses the dorsal side of your hand, smirking at you while doing so. Your chest flutters, your face heating up. “I’ll show you to the stables first so you know where your horse will stay.” You straighten your posture, letting your hand drop to your side after he lets it go. You felt his lips repeatedly in the spot he kissed. It was burning. 

“Show the way, princess.” Hange grins, following behind you with his horse’s reins in one hand. He listened to you explain what he will be doing here. Not forgetting to mention the fact that you are willing to help him. Multiple times should I add. 

Weeks passed and Hange would have you do tiny tasks with him. Listening to what you clearly wanted was just to do something instead of being cooped inside the home with your mother doing chores you have no interest in. 

Spending time with one another almost every minute of every day. Hange flirting with you repeatedly as well. Even placing his hat on top of your head. Telling you that the sun was going to burn your scalp and he couldn’t let that happen. 

Today was no different with the flirting. The tension was at an all time high. Cleaning the shed together as requested by your father since he had new tools coming in. Surprisingly today was raining though and it cooled down a lot. 

The two of you were grateful because that means the shed won’t be excruciatingly hot. Actually getting to shut the door. Your mother and father were out with friends for the day so it was especially quiet on the ranch. 

“You gon’ be quiet all day, princess?” Hange’s voice reaches your ears, you raise a brow in his direction. “You want me to talk?” You giggled, you didn’t know what to say so you just stayed silent. “Of course, your voice keeps me motivated.” He glances your way. 

“Mmm, I think your doin’ quite fine without it right now.” You tease him, he scrunches his face. “I’m beginning to feel less motivated already.” He sulks causing you to laugh. He felt his ears twitch, loving the harmony that came from you. 

“You poor baby, didn’t know my voice had that kind of power over you~” You nudged his arm while putting things inside a box. “Well you hold all sorts of power over me, princess.” He lowly says and your heart pings. You glanced up at him and he was already looking down at you with half-lidded eyes. 

“I- I do?” You fidget with your hands nervously, your feet felt frozen in place and your mouth was suddenly dry. He said things like this all the time. But this time it felt different. 

“Mhm.” He hums out, his fingers gently go to the side of your face. Your eyes follow his every touch. “You’re very unique, [Name].” His face seemed confused, stuck in thought. You tilt your head, evidently more into his hand as you do so. “Unique? Is that a bad thing?” 

“Not at all, the opposite actually.” His hand retracts to go back to his task that was given by your dad. You take in a shaky breath. “Could you explain?” You ask him. 

“Possibly, but that would distract us from our work now wouldn’t it?” His energy switches, a closed-eyed smile now adorning his features. “We have a few hours to spare. Daddy won’t be home for a while.” You step closer to him. 

His eyes flicker upwards, then back down to his hands that were fixing something. A smug expression creeping across his face. “What a naughty thing to say.” He purrs. 

“Huh- What? I just mean so you could explain!” You attempted to defend yourself but he was already holding onto your waist. “You know what I meant, don’t act so naive, Princess.” 

You did know what he meant, you know every single time he teases you. The feeling at your core knew. You bit your lip, eyes looking up at him through your lashes. “I would never.” You lie with a lopsided grin. 

“I’ve only just met you and I’ve never felt like this for someone… You have no idea what you do to me, Princess.” He growls before attacking your lips with his own. You let out a whimper, your smaller hands clinging onto his arms that embraced you. 

He grips your waist, pulling away from the kiss momentarily to spout out an order to you. “Clear the table off.” He breathes out, he doesn’t keep his hands off of you as you throw everything off the table with one swipe. He chuckles at your neediness, lifting you up onto the now stripped area. 

You take him by the collar of his shirt, kissing him roughly like you’ve been yearning for years.

Your legs hitched around his waist, keeping him close. You grinded yourself against his belt, he chuckled into the kiss. 

You weren’t as innocent as he thought you were. His slender but calloused fingers trail down your skirt, lifting the bottom upward so he could feel your opulent, soft skin. Squeezing down once he gets to your mid-thigh. You moan against him. 

The environment around you was almost out of a film. The rain pounding louder against the thin shed roof. Only a candle lit inside. And the smell of wood and musk filled your noses. 

“This isn’t very gentlemanly of me.” He pants as his forehead lays against yours. “I don’t care, I need you.” You whine, groping him in any way you could. He kisses his teeth, brain going to mush. You were his boss's daughter. Doing this would be disrespecting him. 

But not doing this would be a disrespect to himself along with the pretty, pleading girl in front of him. 

“Fuckin’ hell.” He groans, pulling you into a chaste kiss before raising the bottom of your skirt to your mouth. “Hold onto this fa’ me, would ya?” He queries but not giving you the time to answer, just stuffing the fabric in between your lips. He yanks your undergarments off. “Too impatient, forgive me.” He pleads. 

Your eyes dilated at the sight, your once dry mouth was now practically oozing out saliva. “You forgive me, don’t you?” He looks up to you from in between your legs. You nod eagerly. “Good, good, I’m gon’ treat you ‘s good.” He rambles, staring at your glistening private. 

He was crouched down, one arm helping you lean back against the wall and his other spreading your thighs far apart. “Keep 'em’ wide, princess.” Hange directs, his nose swiping across your slit. 

He plants kisses around your cunny before sucking right over your nub. The lewd sound makes you want to clench your thighs shut but he slams it back down. His mouth diving into your sweet flower. Your noises being muffled by the skirt your teeth bit down onto. 

Your cunt squelches to each movement he makes, juices plashes onto his chin from your hole. Before you could even register the pleasure hitting you he stops, wiping his mouth. “So sweet, too sweet.”

You give him a pouty expression to the abrupt cease of feeling. “It’ll become too addictin’, princess. I gotta give you somethin’ else.” He caresses your sweet face, undoing his belt afterwards. He goes to shove his chaps along with his jeans down but you stop him. 

Spitting out the skirt so you can speak. “Keep them on, please.” Your hand was hovering over the metal. He raises a brow. “Hm?” 

“Keep them on.” You say with more confidence but a flushed face. “Hah- really?” He snickers, his hat falling over his eyes only showing off his nose and teeth. “You really are somethin’!” He excitedly tells you, taking off the wide brimmed hat and shoving it onto the crown of your head. 

He takes your thighs, bringing them around his waist before hoisting you up. He sits down on a bundle of hay in the corner of the shed. 

Once he sits down you take out his cock fervently, rubbing his pre-cum down his shaft. “Seems like you already know what to do, huh princess?” He observes your movements and you shake your head. “Read bout this…” You sheepishly admit. 

You lifted his hat up a bit so you could see his reactions to you pumping your hand up and down on his dick. His mouth agape and letting out little puffs of air. “Wanna ride me? Ride me like I’ve seen you ride your little horse so well?” He asks in a breathless manner. 

“Seen the way your hips move, wan’ you to do that to me.” He practically begs. You stand up from his lap, sliding your skirt down to the ground, kicking it out of the way. Your legs now back on either side of him. 

“Fuck, such a gorgeous girl.” He whines, you rise over his cockhead, slowly sliding it across your folds. Satirizing him. “Be slow, okay? I didn’t prep you for me.” He warns you, now feeling guilty for not eating you out the way you should’ve been before this. 

“Okay.” You nod your head, his hat falling back over your eyes but you didn’t care. You finally push yourself down onto his member. The sting of the stretch catching you off guard. Your hands finding his shoulder instantly. “Okay, ‘s okay, princess. I gotcha.” He comforts you, holding your torso close to his chest. 

You sink until he is fully sheathed inside of you. Taking in the pain until you can begin to rock your hips. He hisses at the tightness of your clenched walls. 

“F-fuck.” He hides his head in your neck. You then pull yourself upwards making his head drop. You bounce your hips up and down, one hand on your knee and the other on his shoulder. 

“So deep!” You cry out, his cotton shirt wrinkled where your hand held. “Mm, you feel me in your tummy, princess?” He asks, huffing each time your ass connects to his clothes thighs. 

“Mhm~ right here.” You grab his hand, making him press down to feel your lower stomach. “H-holy shit, takin’ me ‘s well.” He throws his head back. 

You grab onto the edge of his hat, snapping your hits back and forth on Hange. Your torso rolling. Truly riding him. Saving your horse and riding a cowboy. 

You fuck him so well. He wasn’t expecting this from someone as cute as you. He wanted to be the one to ruin you but it seems you swapped rolls. Ruining him from any other pussy. 

[apollodarling-writes]

yan! catboy! worshipper! levi

desc : you picked up a stray catboy from the alleyway and you find that maybe he has more problems than you’re equipped to deal with.

word count : 812

cws : yandere themes, scenting, jealous levi, dubcon implications, smut implications, murder mentions but it’s levi killing his competition and bringing it back as a gift and to prove he’s better than them, slight delusional thinking, desperate clingy bf behavior but you’re not dating and he’s more of an estranged roommate, MASSIVE personality switch up, ooc levi but i genuinely wanna see this man desperate and begging, implied dissociation, this is kind of bad im ngl.

author note : someone requested this, sorry it took so long to get to it. also, here’s a little something i had in my drafts while i finish editing this commission.

you remember how pitiful levi had looked in that alleyway — his clothes torn and too big on his seemingly frail body. he was drenched from the rain, the mud that had been caked onto him softening as shivers wracked his body. the bags under his eyes were heavy and dark, and you’d noticed that he was bleeding… and badly.

you remember the way his ears perked up, his gaze sharpening as he regarded you with a mixture of apathy and contempt; the way his pupils had narrowed into slits and his tail swished in warning. he’d attacked you that night, the wound on your hip later scarring. the levi from that night was so similar, yet so different from the man in front of you.

you were frozen in place, your eyes darting between levi and the corpse he had haphazardly discarded onto your living room floor. his face was marred with blood, a subtle look in his eyes that screamed pride. it didn’t feel real — there was no way this was happening. not to you of all people.

“what the fuck—“ you gesture to the body, your eyes filling with tears. “— is this?

“what’s wrong? don’t you like it?” levi asks, his expression morphing into concern the moment he recognized your appall.

was he serious?

“levi, you killed someone and brought them back to my apartment!” you exclaim, feeling bile rise in the back of your throat as you tear your gaze away from the corpse. “my home has become a fucking crime scene!”

levi’s brows furrow, his ears flattening at your words. seeing him clench his fist, you instinctively take a step back — a feeble attempt to put distance between the two of you. he doesn’t like that.

levi knows he’d be able to catch you if you decided to run, but he wanted you to stay — willingly. he didn’t want to have to force you, knowing that would only put a strain on your relationship. sure, he was biologically much faster than the average human, but he didn’t want to have to resort to using his anatomy to his advantage again.

he doesn’t regret killing any of them — especially not this one. this man was weaker than all of the others, obviously incapable of taking care of you properly. how was that human boy supposed to provide for you? protect you?

“that just shows im better for you, doesn’t it? if they can be taken out so easily, they couldn’t protect you. not like i can.” levi hisses, his features tightening with frustration. “i did you a favor. they would’ve gotten you hurt.”

his tone takes on a more desperate edge as he scrambles to justify his actions, his hand latching onto your shirt in an attempt to keep you in place.

“why are you looking at me like that…? like i’m some kind of monster? i’m not — i did this for you! for us!” levi shouts.

you can’t bring yourself to say anything, your mind spinning as you try to wrap your head around everything. levi had never been like this before; he’d always been distant and put-together, keeping you at an arm's length no matter how hard you tried to grow closer with him.

“say something… please.” the man begs, his arms snaking around your waist as he buries his face in the curve of your throat. levi takes a shaky inhale, your scent doing little to calm his racing heart. usually, it worked like a charm, but the cortisol radiating off of you worried him.

“let go of me, levi.” you mumble, your shaking fingers pushing at his shoulders. he only sniffles in response, his tail curling around your thigh.

“please — please don’t push me away.” levi pleads, his voice cracking. “i—i need you! i’ll die without you! please don’t do this to me…!”

“get out.”

levi’s hold on you tightens, his touch slowly becoming painful. despite your squirming and growing fear, levi only pulls you closer, peppering kisses along your throat and shoulders, mumbling apologies and promising to never do it again. yet, despite the ache in your chest, you stand firm in your decision.

“leave.”

levi’s body goes rigid, his fingers gripping your waist harshly as his voice grows quiet. “we can do this the hard way or the easy way — your choice... but, you’re staying with me whether you want to or not.”

levi takes your silence as an agreement, lapping at and kissing the focal points of your pheromones to mask your scent with his own. “‘m gonna make sure everyone knows you’re mine.” he breathes, a quiet groan leaving his lips.

his movements become more frantic, nipping at your skin in between planting open mouthed kisses against any visible flesh. “i’ll fuck you until the only thing you can remember is my name — until the only scent on you is mine.”

[todosdream]

let me in | ony

913 wrds. fluffy blurb. fem black reader. post-doin’ the nasty but nothing smutty mentioned. pet names (baby, mama). slightly sensitive content? (i.e. self-worth)

“do you ever fear what people think of you?” you ask softly, gazing at the way his tender hand presses against yours in the air above you both. you’re tangled together, in the haze of post-love making and pre-sleep, pressed against each other chest-to-chest as you compare hand sizes. his nose is lightly tracing against your own, the touch a small gesture of his affection for you. you’re surrounded in each other, enjoying the intimacy of such a close, safe moment where it’s just the two of you.

ony’s eyes are on you, as they have been all night. admiring the small acne scars and how your lashes flutter sleepily, how you purse your lips when a particularly unwanted thought flashes through your mind. the vulnerability in your tone and eyes doesn’t escape him. he wishes with all his might that you could see him how he sees you. flawed, yes. but beautiful. he’s never met anyone with a soul as soft as yours, his background never putting him in proximity to any true vulnerability.

“no,” he answers, his voice soft but deep, the timbre making your heart flutter. your eyes find his, as he never fails to draw your attention. “no, baby, I don’t. there’s not much people have done for me, so I don’t care to let their opinions affect me.” it’s a simple answer, yet the truth as far as he sees. he’s worked for his own, he’s been his own encouragement, he’s lifted himself up. if anything, wondering what others think of him is a distraction.

it’s foreign to you. every moment of your life has been centered around others. your parents, your teachers, your bosses, your friends. you survived by anticipating others’ thoughts and needs. their wants. it’s how you succeeded in being the favorite child, the favorite student. you were rewarded for your selflessness and subsequently lost yourself. it’s not how it should be, but it’s how it was. for you, at least. it’s been years of self work and even then, you’re still plagued by past habits. “not even me?” you ask because it’s just not right to you. how could a person never let the opinion’s of others affect him? how can someone be so secure in themselves and for so long?

that gets him. because yes, of course he wonders what you think. he wonders if he’s too rough for your softness, not enough to be your safe space. he wonders if you view him like the world might, on the brink of something troublesome. he wonders what in God’s name he’d have to do to get into that brain of yours, knowing you hold back a dam of thoughts that could eventually be what makes him lose you. he wonders. he fears.

“hm. you got me there, mama,” he mumbles, feeling stumped. your eyebrows furrow and he can’t help but smile at your cute, confused and almost concerned face. “why am I the exception?” it’s the question ony wondered when you first met and all the meetings afterwards. why are you the exception? why do you make him feel things he’s never felt? why do you draw him in? why are you the first to crawl into that space in his heart, and why doesn’t he want you to ever leave?

he got his answer eventually. in the way you hold his hand when words can’t fix the upset… or the way you dance goofily but only when you think no one’s watching… even the way you look at him, no words said but your eyes speaking so much. he wants more of you, always has and probably always will.

“because I love you and I know you,” he murmurs. he rests his head on the pillow next to you, taking your hand in his. “I know you always have a thousand and one things in your head and heart. sometimes I wonder what you think about me that you go without ever saying. I wonder if I’m loving you the way you need to, if there’s anything I don’t notice. we’ve talked about this, baby. you’re getting better at communicating, but I know you hold back sometimes.”

you let out a guilty sigh. he’s right. despite the fact that he, your best friends, and your therapist hear more from you than anyone ever will… your mind is a jungle of thoughts, abstract and fully fledged. “I don’t want to dump a thousand and one thoughts on you,” you murmur, a slight tease at the exaggeration. “my thoughts can be overwhelming for even me. I know they could be for you too. especially when the smallest of things don’t need discussing.”

“I disagree,” he mumbles almost immediately. he doesn’t want you holding back— ever. you’ve held back things for years and it’s left an imprint on you that will take time to dissolve. “I like hearing what’s going on in your head, whether it’s about cupcakes from gigi’s or your latest philosophical rant. it helps me feel more connected to you. and you know how much I love feelin’ connected to you,” he smirks, slightly nipping at your chin.

“don’t start that,” you mumble with mirth in your tone. he does that, brings you out of your thoughts when you sometimes get lost in them. a simple thing that means so much. “I’m serious, babygirl,” he smiles, reaching to gently caress your cheek. “let me in your world. promise I’ll always respect it.”

a/n: my first post for ony <3 honestly didn’t think I’d use this account. buuut I’d like to work on my writing and I’m so obsessed with my man ony lol. feedback welcomed!

[kentosbabes]

Collage football player Eren part 2

Eren who takes photos of you every chance he gets, whether it would be you curled up in his arms while you watch a movie in his dorm or you sitting opposite him at an expensive restaurant all dolled up all for him. All his socials are filled with pictures of you and him with captions like 'My beautiful girl', and 'I'm the luckiest man in the world'. One of his favorite photos is of you in his football jersey after one of his games as he holds you at your waist with your arms hanging around his neck on your tip toes as you reach up and kiss him. The photo has him blushing every time he looks at it, gushing in awe at you.

Eren who loves how well you treat him after a tough game. You pull out all of the stops from running a bath to cooking his favorite foods. He secretly loves when you take care of him so he overexaggerates the pain in his shoulders or legs just so you join him in the bath and massage soap into his skin. Then letting you baby him, as you sit in his lap feeding him the pasta you cooked for him.

Eren who takes you to all the game after parties. Sitting on your bed as you do your hair and makeup so he can admire you. He can barely keep it together the whole journey and ends up giving in and having a steamy make-out session before you've even stepped inside the building.

Eren who can often be possessive over you but he also loves how other people gawk at you but the protective hand around your waist and the hickey on your neck acting as clarification that you're his. As you walk down the hallways he always makes sure to praise you saying 'your such a good girl' and 'You look so good today ma' I'm going to treat you soo good later' getting you all riled up before your next class. and he loves it seeing you get all shy and red at his words.

Eren who still sits and stares at you in math class often placing his head on your shoulder and groaning at the math problem messing with his mind. You giggle at his struggles and attempt to teach him how to get the answer but he can only stare at you producing the off 'mhm' and 'yeah' to indicate he was interested in the math when he's only ever been interested in you.

Part 1 here

Masterlist

[ackermancurse]

You 🤝 Me

Being new to AoT fandom lol

Also #45 of prompt list for Jean please, thank you! 😙

Modern Jean x Reader

“Can you please stop chewing so loudly, Connie? I can hear you all the way from here,” you shout to your twin brother.

Connie rolls his eyes, “You’re so annoying. I wasn’t even chewing that loudly.”

You continue to type on your laptop. Finishing up the essay you’re working on.

“Well I’m gonna go shower. I’m going out tonight so don’t wait for me to come home tonight. Probably won’t be back till morning,” Connie says while he places his dirty dish in the sink.

Connie walks to his bedroom and shuts the door. You hear the shower kick on and sigh. Finally some peace and quiet.

The peace and quiet you just had is short lived when a loud series of knocks at the front door of yours and Connie’s shared apartment cause you to jump.

“Springer!!! Hurry up and let us in!!” You let out an annoyed sigh.

You march over to the front door to see who could possibly be making all this noise, “There better be a good reason why someone is pounding on my door.”

You open it to see Armin, Eren, and Jean standing at the door with big smiles while laughing.

You give the boys a hug, “Connie didn’t tell me you guys were coming over. You guys going out tonight?” You open the door wide to let the three boys in.

“Yeah, gonna hit a few bars. Maybe hit a club,” Eren says and gives you a side hug.

“Connie wanted to go out. He said you were busy doing schoolwork and was getting a bit annoyed with you,” Armin responds with a grin.

You roll your eyes and that’s when you finally lock eyes with Jean.

You’ve always had a thing for Jean. He has always been your partner in school for projects, always picked you first for sports, sat next to you to talk, and just has always been there for you since the day him and Connie became best friends.

Jean looks older now. His once dark hair now a light ashy brown. His hair is slicked back and is longer than you’re used to. But it looks good. By the looks of it he’s growing out a beard because he has some scruff on his chin.

“Hi Jean,” you say with a small smile.

“How’s my favorite girl doing?” he asks before giving you a full front hug. He lifts you up like he always does while you hang on.

You giggle, “Always better when you’re around.”

He smells like expensive cologne. The kind that would make you turn your head if you walk past him in a crowd. Jean places you back down in the ground and you look up at him.

“I didn’t know you were coming over,” you say and tuck your hair behind your ear.

Connie walks out of his bedroom fully dressed and ready to go out, “Soooo should we take a pregame shot here before we head out?”

Jean looks at you and leans over to whisper, “If I’m being honest I don’t really wanna go out but I’m going just because he’s my best friend.”

You let out a giggle, “Trust me I wouldn’t want to go out drinking with him either. Remember when me and him turned 21 he got absolutely shit-faced. He kept volunteering to sing for karaoke.”

Jean lets out a hearty laugh and Connie turns to face the two of you, “Jean! Sorry, is my annoying sister bugging you??” Connie shoots you a glare practically telling you to beat it.

“Never, Connie. She’s nothing like you in the best way possible,” Jean retorts and shoots you a small grin.

You feel yourself get hot in the face. Connie knew of your crush on Jean so he always tries to keep you away.

Connie rolls his eyes, “Ew gross don’t flirt with my sister, dude. At least not in front of me. There’s a reason I try to keep you apart.”

It was Jean’s turn to get red in the face. Apparently Connie always knew you two would hit it off and didn’t want to see his friend and sister flirt.

“Con, how could you even keep your sister and me apart? I mean we grew up down the street from one another,” Jean questions as Connie opens a kitchen cabinet and grabs 3 shot glasses.

“She’s my sister and I know how you get. I know she’s exactly what you go for dude,” Connie explains and grabs a bottle of tequila from a different cabinet and begins pouring shots.

Jean looks at you wide eyed.

“Let’s just take this shot and head out alright?” Eren suggests as he grabs a shot glass.

Connie, Armin, and Jean grab their shot glasses and lift them high in the air, “To getting laid,” Connie toasts.

“To getting laid,” the boys respond in unison. Jean makes eye contact with you as he responds and proceeds to take a shot.

All the boys make faces as the liquor burns their chests.

Jean walks over to you, “Hey do you wanna join us? It would be cool if we can hang out, you know?”

Connie gasps, “Um dude?”

“It’s your fault for always keeping us apart so now face your consequences,” Jean confidently remarks.

“Well good luck she’s not gonna wanna go out. She never does,” Connie says and pours himself another shot.

You watch as Connie begins to take his second shot, “You know what… I’d love to join Jean. Give me 15 minutes and I’ll be ready.”

Connie chokes on the shot as he hears you, “Really??! You never want to go out when I ask.”

“Yeah well you’re not a cute boy who wants me to join,” you quickly respond back and feel the heat rush back into your face. You look at Jean who has a small grin on his face and he runs his fingers through his long locks.

“Whatever. Well, I don’t want to wait for you so me, Armin, Eren, and Jean are gonna get an Uber from here. I’ll text you where we’re going,” Connie explains and grabs his wallet from the kitchen counter.

Jean quickly looks at you, “Actually I’ll stay. Make sure she gets to the bar safely ya know? I’ll order us an Uber.”

Armin and Eren share a look at each other and snicker, “Alright we’ll see you guys there. Don’t take too long you two,” Armin calls out as Eren helps him push Connie out the front door before you yells at Jean.

The sound of the front door closing echoes throughout your apartment. Now you stand in front of Jean, just the two of you.

“So uh I will um take a rinse off in the shower really quick and change,” you say and look down at your feet. “Feel free to sit at the couch and help yourself to whatever is in the kitchen.”

Jean nods and sits on the beige couch in your living room and you walk into your bedroom.

—

You exit your bedroom dressed in your best outfit for a night out while holding a necklace in hand, “Do you mind?” You ask while lifting the necklace.

“Not at all,” Jean replies and takes the necklace from your hand gently.

You face away from Jean and lift your hair while his big calloused hands meet at the front of your body. He carefully clasps the necklace together and you turn to face him. You get a more in-depth smell of his cologne. It smells clean with a hint of spice. It reminds you of a fall morning. You look into his hazel eyes and notice the golden flakes that glow perfectly when the light touches them.

“T-The Uber is here,” Jean stutters at the sound of a notification from his phone.

—

You and Jean finally meet up with the boys at the bar and you feel the urge to grab a drink.

“I’m gonna get a drink,” you lean over to Armin and yell over the loud music.

Armin nods and continues talking with Eren.

You approach the bar and flag down a bartender, “One Lemon Drop Martini please.”

You feel a presence stand next to you, “Now what’s a pretty girl like yourself doing buying her own drink?” A tall man with a full beard and dark brown eyes asks. His cologne smells cheap and his breath wreaks of booze. You’re probably not the only girl he has tried to hit on all night.

The bartender returns and places the glass on the counter, “$9.50”

You kid and begin pulling out your wallet from your purse when the man from earlier puts his hand out, “I-I got it,” He hiccups. He slams his card on the counter and the bartender quickly takes it.

“Thank you,” you quietly mutter.

The bartender returns with the man’s card and continues working his ear down the bar. “You’re welcome. Y’know you can thank me by talking w-with me. Maybe having a few drinks? I can buy you whatever y-you’d like.”

You look him in the eyes, “No thank you. I need to meet up with my friends. I do appreciate the drink though.” When you begin to turn away he grabs your wrist.

“That’s not the proper way to thank someone who just bought you a d-drink. You don’t think I’m h-handsome?” The man questions while still holding your wrist.

“Look I appreciate the gesture but-“ you begin stating but feel another presence behind you.

“Hey buddy she’s here with me, alright?” a deep and hoarse voice that booms over the music.

You turn to see Jean and he wraps his arm around your waist.

Jean towers over not only you but the man who has been bothering you since you stepped foot to the bar counter.

The man’s eyes widen at the sight of Jean, “M-my bad.” He turns and walks the opposite direction.

Jean keeps watching him as he makes his way through the crowd with his arm still around your waist. When he no longer sees the man he removes his arm.

You turn to face him, “Thanks Jean. You really didn’t have to-“

“Save it. I didn’t like how he was acting around you so I came over. Next time you want a drink please let me know so I can come with you or even just go buy you the drink myself,” Jean pleads.

You nod.

“C’mon let’s go find the others,” Jean says and takes a swig of the beer he is holding in his hand.

—

The night continued on and you did as you were told. Anytime you wanted another drink you told Jean and he’d either follow you to the bar or ask you what you wanted to drink. Always returning with a small cup of water for you to drink in between.

When you all had enough of the drinking you took an Uber back to your apartment.

Connie, Eren, and Armin crashed in the living room. They were sprawled out everywhere. You made sure to give them each 2 aspirins and a glass of water. You even gave them a slice of bread.

“This is the best thing ever. God, you’re the best,” Eren says as he stuffs his face with another slice of bread.

Within 10 minutes, Connie and Armin were asleep on the couch while Eren was on the floor.

After you change into your pajamas you walk into the living room and kitchen area to grab a glass of water for yourself. You see Jean trying to rest in the arm chair in the corner of the living room.

“You can come to my room if you can’t sleep,” you call out in a whisper.

Jean perks up and carefully maneuvers through the boys’ shoes and Eren on the ground. He almost trips over a jacket but catches himself.

You walk into your bedroom and let him in, closing the door behind you. You lay on your bed and watch as he stands awkwardly at your bedroom door, “You can come here you know.”

“I’m okay with the floor, you know. Don’t want to overstep anything,” Jean says.

“If I wasn’t okay with sharing a bed with you I wouldn’t have offered you to come to my room,” you respond with a giggle.

Jean nods and finally sits on the bed.

There was a looming silence for a long time. You sit up and sit cross cross on your bed, “Thank you for helping me earlier tonight. I appreciate it, Jean.”

Jean opens his eyes and gives a sleepy grin, “No problem. You know, I’m always gonna look out for you.”

The two of you stare at each other for what seems like eternity. You look at Jean’s lips and up to his eyes.

“Do you want to kiss me as much as I want to kiss you?” Jean asks.

You nod.

“Oh, thank god,” he replies and puts his hand behind your head and pulls you closer to him.

When your lips collide it feels like a million fireworks explode between the two of you. The way your lips move in sync and long for the other’s whenever you briefly break apart makes you feel like you’re floating.

You run your fingers through Jean’s ash brown locks. He quietly moans when you tug slightly at his hair.

Jean places a hand gently around your neck which causes a gasp to escape your lips. You feel Jean smirk in the kiss and break away. You are both gasping for air.

“It has been so unbelievably hard to contain myself around you. I was really hoping you felt the same about me ,” Jean says while placing a small kiss on your cheek and you giggle.

“It’ll always be you,” You respond and place a gentle kiss on his lips. And nothing felt more true in that moment than that statement.

It always has and will be Jean.

[delulu4anime]

ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ ᴏɴ ᴛɪᴛᴀɴ ʙʟᴜʀʙꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ɴɴɴ

⚔︎ 🔞ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ! ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴇʟʟʏꜰɪꜱʜ ꜱᴛɪɴɢ ᴄᴀɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʟᴇᴛʜᴀʟ. ᴇxɪᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇxʜɪʙɪᴛ ɴᴏᴡ🔞

⚔︎ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ɪɴ ᴀɴ ᴀᴜ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴅ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇɢᴇ ᴏʀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴊᴏʙꜱ. ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪꜱ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴋᴀʏ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴇᴀʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴀʀ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ.

⚔︎ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ɪ ᴄʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ɴɴɴ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɪ ʟᴇᴛ ᴀ ᴡʜᴇᴇʟ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇ.

⚔︎ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ ᴍᴇɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴏᴍᴇɴ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴍʏ ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴇʟᴇɴᴀ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ꜱᴛᴜᴅɪᴇᴅ.

⚔︎ ᴛᴡ'ꜱ: ᴍᴀɴʜᴀɴᴅʟɪɴɢ, ᴅᴏɢɢʏ, ᴘᴜꜱꜱʏ ᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ, ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀɪɴɢ, ʀɪᴅɪɴɢ ᴘᴏɴʏ, ꜱʜᴏᴡᴇʀ ꜱᴇx, ʀᴏᴜɢʜ ꜱᴇx, ᴍᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴇꜱꜱ, ꜱᴇx ᴛᴏʏꜱ, ᴄᴏʟʟᴀʀɪɴɢ, ꜰᴜʟʟ ɴᴇʟꜱᴏɴ, ꜱɪxᴛʏ-ɴɪɴᴇ, ᴛʜʀᴜᴘᴘʟᴇ, ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ꜱɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ, ꜱᴛʀᴀᴘ ᴏɴ, ꜱᴄɪꜱꜱᴏʀɪɴɢ.

⚔︎ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀᴍᴀꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ʜᴏʟᴇ ʙʏ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ

ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴜʏ’ꜱ

⚔︎ ᴇʀᴇɴ

⇥How long does he last: About two weeks.

⇥Surprisingly resilient that is until you wear his shirt around the house on your days off.

⇥Pops a boner and the thought of taking care of it crosses his mind.

⇥But after what felt like the thousand time of splashing cold water on his face he couldn't do it anymore.

⇥He stormed into the living room where you sat on the couch. Fuck it.

⇥He yanks the thin fabric off of you and manhandles you over the arm of the couch.

⇥He's about to fuck you like he hates you for indirectly teasing him.

⇥Results? Loser.

He has one hand pressed down between your shoulder blades while the other has a bruising grip on your hips. His own snapping repeatedly against you as your ass ricochets off him. The sound of your skin meeting his echoing out throughout your living room. What a stupid bet this was anyways; there's no one in the history of forever that has ever lasted an entire month without touching their significant other. Especially one as pretty as you.

"F-Fuck baby just like that. Keep squeezing around me. You know you've missed this just as much as I have."

⚔︎ ᴀʀᴍɪɴ

⇥How long does he last: To the end.

⇥This precious baby.

⇥Too wrapped up on the fact exams are around the corner.

⇥Doesn't really care about NNN but thinks it's cute that you try to get him to cum before the end of the month.

⇥He's lost count on how many times you've climbed on top of him and rode him until you came.

⇥You really thought you could get him but the moment December 1st hit he spent that time doing what he really wanted to do now that exams and that silly little challenge was over.

⇥Results? Winner.

Your fingers buried in his hair as you arch your back and moan out his name. His hand wrapped around his cock as he stroked his length quickly. His pre-cum started out as lube before he switched hands and his fingertips covered with your slick was used to make it nice and slippery.

"Love making you feel good baby. It's what you deserve. Now lay back and take what I give you okay?"

⚔︎ ᴄᴏɴɴɪᴇ

⇥How long does he last: surprisingly almost till the end.

⇥This stupid bald idiot really was so determined to win this. Jean bet him fifty bucks he wouldn't be able to win and Connie was about to call his bluff.

⇥You were supportive cause hey, money is money. You both agreed. No sex, no revealing clothing, and no provoking media.

⇥It was easy and there was only a few days left before the end of NNN. The money was as good as yours.

⇥Until you both were cuddled up and watching Sex in the City of all things and for some reason he popped a boner.

⇥To be fair the money didn't matter. Not when he was thrusting up into you as you rode him on the couch.

⇥Jean's mocking words in the back of Connie's mind. He had more important things to focus on.

⇥ Results? Loser.

"S-So pretty like this." Connie panted out as he watched your expression. Your hands grasping his shoulders as you moved your hips though it was futile was how he snapped his hips up the way he did. "Pussy feels so good baby. Gonna make it mine over and over again."

⚔︎ ᴊᴇᴀɴ

⇥How long does he last: To the end.

⇥He made a bet with Connie and he didn't think he'd be able to win.

⇥But it turned out to be a busy month for both of you.

⇥Thankfully of course because the way you came in after work, despite being tired, looked so pretty to him.

⇥Especially when you took a shower after work and the urge to stroke his cock to the image of your naked body with water droplets running down your body.

⇥He didn't even get a chance to fuck you until you were a few days into December.

⇥ He ravished your body in the shower after you both got home.

⇥Results? Winner.

The water cascading against his back as he had one of your legs hooked over the bend of his elbow. One hand digging into the flesh of your plush thigh while the other held onto your jaw gently. He wanted to make sure that you looked at him while you came undone for him. His hips snapping against you as you held onto his biceps for dear life. You knew you both were exhausted but for some reason this felt better than it ever had before.

"Shit baby, you're so beautiful. Love seeing you like this. Love feeling you. Gonna cum for me okay? Be a good girl and cum for me."

⚔︎ ᴢᴇᴋᴇ

⇥How long does he last: To the end but barely.

⇥He had to distract himself so many times and you surely didn't make it easy for him.

⇥Seeing you making him breakfast in the morning in nothing but his shirt suddenly had him craving you instead of breakfast.

⇥ You eventually caught on to what he was doing and you started teasing him more. Like walking into his study late at night when he was grading assignments for his students. Leaning down and kissing his pulse point on his neck and running your hands down his chest.

⇥The way his breath hitches as you slowly start to unbuckle his belt only to pull away and have him cursing under his breath.

⇥ It was no surprise the second the clock struck midnight you were woken up by your lover practically ripping your clothes off. 

⇥ Results? Winner.

"You little goddamn tease." He growled in your ear as he gripped your leg tightly. You were on your side and his other arm had snaked around you and was holding you by the throat. Squeezing the sides gently every now and then as he thrusts inside you. "I'll make you think twice about teasing me like that ever again." He grunted as he continued to destroy your poor pussy. His hand that had been holding your leg now letting go and sliding down to rub your clit. "Now you're gonna cum for me again and again. It's the only apology I'll accept."

⚔︎ ᴇʀᴡɪɴ

⇥How long does he last: To the end.

⇥"My love do you know what No Nut-" "November? Yes, I'm well aware of what it is. I'll do it if you'd like but I'm not sure how well I'll do."

⇥Fucker forgets you had even asked him to do that.

⇥He was so wrapped up with his work at the lab trying to test the serum he made to help with chronic back issues to even think of anything else.

⇥ To be fair you were wrapped up in work too so you hadn't even noticed until it was December before you figured you would congratulate him.

⇥ It was a simple kiss that shouldn't have been anything more than that. A simple kiss.

⇥Oh but it turned into so much more.

⇥ Results? Winner.

You cried out in pleasure as he continued to pound into you. He had you folded into a nasty mating press and you watched through teary eyes the white ring around his cock only get messier. You lost track of how many times you had cum and when you look into those sea blue eyes Erwin couldn't help but groan.

"Can't believe I went an entire month without this. Never again. I want to feel you wrapped around me forever."

⚔︎ ʟᴇᴠɪ   

⇥How long does he last: Till the end plus some.

⇥Let's say it all in unison now: sadist. 

⇥Knows allllllll about NNN from all the young interns at the lab. Even his boss, Erwin, knows about it which is saying a lot. 

⇥He's more than happy to entertain you. Goes a whole month and a half actually and you were practically begging him on your hands and knees to fuck you.

⇥Oh and he does. Exactly like you are right now. Kneeled before him with a harsh grip on the leash attached to the collar he has around your neck.

⇥The dildo you're riding wasn't exactly what you were wanting but it was better than nothing. Especially with how much you ached. 

⇥Results? Winner.

Levi gives a harsh tug to the leash causing you to take his cock deeper into your throat. He hums in approval at the way you gag around him.

"Ride it faster." Levi commands and you do as your told and ride the toy faster and he lets out a groan. "There you go my desperate little pet. See how rewarding it can be when you're patient." 

⚔︎ ʀᴇɪɴᴇʀ 

⇥How long does he last: 2 hours and 15 minutes.

⇥This poor touched starved man.

⇥Can you blame him really? I mean he loves you so much. He can't help it.

⇥The moment you brought up NNN he hated it. 

⇥You honestly made him accept the challenge cause you thought it would help with his training. He said he wanted to do resistance training for wrestling anyways so why not?

⇥He was the best on the team and so you figured this would help him. 

⇥Spoiler alert...it didn't.

⇥Results? Loser.

He had you in a full nelson and you were already fucked dumb. You grabbed onto his wrists as he thrusted inside of you at a brutal pace. All you could do was take it. You had already cum once and he still was going. You were sure that his stamina was going to be the death of you. The sound filling the room over and over again. You couldn't believe he was still going but you knew you had brought this upon yourself. You had wanted to test his endurance and you were getting just that.

"F-Fuck sweetheart," Reiner moans out. "Taking this cock so well. S-So good...love you too much to ever do that stupid challenge again."

ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀʏ’ꜱ

⚔︎ ᴍɪᴋᴀꜱᴀ

⇥How long does she last: To the end.

⇥She had heard of NNN from Eren but never understood the hype.

⇥The only reason she even agreed to it was because you gave her those puppy dog eyes she could never resist. 

⇥The deal was to see who cracked first and unfortunately that was you.

⇥I mean fuck have you seen her working out? 

⇥You never knew cross country needed that much work out and soon you started to wonder if she was doing stuff on purpose.

⇥Anyways it was no wonder you caved before you really wanted to and you tried. You really did but she kept bringing up the fact November wasn't over yet.

⇥To your dismay she goes the entire month without so much as a kiss.

⇥She makes up for it though by pulling you on top of her a few days into December and you happily accepted it since you were practically touch starved.

⇥Results? Winner.

You moaned against her folds as you felt her tongue dive into you again. Your nails digging your nails into her thighs as you dived back into eating a meal you had been deprived of since the beginning of November. You knew Mikasa felt the same way despite making it through the entire month because she been buried in your pussy the moment she stripped you down and pulled you to her face. You could feel your thighs tremble around her head with the way she flicks her tongue the way she did that drove you crazy. You whine against her and you can feel her smile against you.

"C'mon baby. Cum for me. I don't plan on moving from this spot anytime soon."

⚔︎ ꜱᴀꜱʜᴀ

⇥How long does she last: One week

⇥She's actually the one that suggested it to you and Niccolo.

⇥For some reason she was bound and determined to win this.

⇥You and Niccolo took it as a challenge of course and you made a bet between the two of you secretly.

⇥Who was going to break Sasha first?

⇥It was you of course. The way you whined her name that night you all had one too many drinks during Connie and Jean's after party.

⇥She snapped and the moment you touched her thigh.

⇥You looked so pretty in that dress and the way you blinked up at her with that pout lip?

⇥It was no wonder she grabbed you and your shared boyfriend, Niccolo, by the wrists and dragging you both to the first empty room.

⇥Since you won the bet between you and Niccolo, your reward was that he'd fuck you in any position you want.

⇥You had the perfect position in mind.

⇥Did the first empty room really have to be Floch's bedroom?

⇥Oh well it didn't matter. Not when clothes were pushed out of the way and the moans started to come from all of you. 

⇥Results? Loser. 

The way Niccolo snapped his against your arching core caused your tongue to pause its movements against Sasha's pussy often. She whined loudly as her grip on your forearms tightened. The noises you three made were easily drowned out by the music playing throughout the frat house. The full size mattress was barely big enough to fit all three of you and it creaked often under the weight it normally never felt. 

"Stop teasing." Sasha whined out and Niccolo sped up his movements with a moan. 

"Maybe you should've held out longer. You don't get to cum before she does." Niccolo grunted out as he was fixated on the way your tongue started to move against Sasha again.

"H-Hate you guys so much."

⚔︎ ʏᴇʟᴇɴᴀ

⇥ How long does she last: To the end. Easily.

⇥"Let's do No Nut November." "What?" "Do you seriously not know what it is?" "No genius I don't."

⇥Gods why do you always have to explain things like this to her. She's surprisingly so dense when it comes to this kind of stuff.

⇥"Oh yeah I heard about that on TikTok. Sounds stupid."

⇥Babe...c'mon.

⇥Agrees to do NNN and you expect something with all the teasing you had done but nope. 

⇥She's like Fort fucking Knox. 

⇥You die though of course. A whole month without the strap? Read your obituary now. 

⇥Need her so bad it makes you look pathetic and that's her favorite.

⇥Results? Winner.

You feel her place a soft kiss between your shoulder blades. Her grip on your wrists, she had pinned behind your back, tightens. Her hips snapping against you and your muffled moans along with the headboard hitting the wall fill the room. She moans softly while her grey eyes darken as she watches you closely.

"So desperate princess. Do you realize how pathetic you look right now? Acting like this all because we went a month without sex. Maybe we should do this more often. You sound so pretty for me right now." 

ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ’ꜱ

⚔︎ ʜᴀɴɢᴇ 

⇥How long do they last: Technically only lasted three weeks but you give them the win.

⇥Hange has two weaknesses: the constant need for knowledge and you.

⇥When you asked them about NNN they gasp with the most excited look on their face.

⇥"I was hoping you'd ask me! Let's do it! I can do a little experiment on this."

⇥They really thought they'd be able to outlast you easily.

⇥That wasn't the case at all.

⇥You quickly see how clingy they started to get. Wrapping their arms around you and kissing your exposed shoulders

⇥Trying to make out with you whenever you could and putting their hands all over your body.

⇥You could feel how desperate Hange was so you decide to call it.

⇥Results? Semi-winner.

You moan Hanges name as they grind their core against yours. It felt beyond heavenly and you wondered how you were even able to go this long without feeling Hange against you. Hange gazes down at you with lidded eyes as they adjust their hips against you. Your leg over their shoulder as they placed gentle kisses against your ankle.

"That's it sweetheart. Wanna hear you. I did win after all didn't I?"

©ᴅᴇʟᴜʟᴜ4ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ 2024 ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ

ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴜꜱʜʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴊᴇʟʟʏꜰɪꜱʜ ᴇxʜɪʙɪᴛ

[mossgh0st]

As If It’s Heaven’s Gate (Levi Ackerman x Reader)

Summary | Levi is caught in a dark place following the battle of heaven and earth. Believing he’s undeserving of life’s sweetness, he deprives himself until you show up on his doorstep. Inspired by and based on Too Sweet by Hozier.

Content | Angst, Fluff. Sort of slow burn? No use of y/n. Levi is a grump, reader is shorter than him. Brief mentions of off-screen sex. Italics are song lyrics that each section is inspired by.

Pairings | Levi/Reader. Mentions of Jean/Pieck.

Notes | As soon as I heard Too Sweet, I knew I needed to write about Levi. Header is from ‘kii on Pinterest. Hope you enjoy!

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It can’t be said I’m an early bird, it’s 10 o’clock before I say a word. Baby, I can never tell, how do you sleep so well?

After the war, Levi becomes a creature of the night. His meticulous bedtime routine and eves of deep, restful slumber have become wrought with nightmares, teeming with the faces of everyone he’s ever loved having succumbed to their bitter ends. He’s forgone the tea, a relic of a previous era; he now prefers an amber liquid that stings on the way down. A balm that numbs, heavy bottomed glass filled only a quarter of the way. When he ventures beyond the confines of his home, he asks for the tippy top of the top shelf - Levi always takes his whiskey neat.

You know you don’t gotta pretend. Baby, now and then, don’t you just wanna wake up, dark as a lake, smelling like a bonfire, lost in a haze?

Some days, he’s lucky if he retires before the sunrise peeks over the hills and pulls itself up to the high point of the sky. Letters go unanswered, bookshelves less sparse as he fills the majority of his time with thick, leather-bound tomes. The newspaper has becomes the perfect kindling, headlines boasting peace negotiations melt and turn runny with the heat of the blaze. When Levi wakes each hazy afternoon, it’s with the lingering scent of bonfire strung about the atmosphere. His once grey eyes have turned deep, a color so sharpened it resembles the water on a lake just before the claps of thunder rumble and bring down swells of rain.

But while in this world, I think I’ll take my whiskey neat. My coffee black and my bed at three.

He knows he won’t live forever. He’s not at all interested. At this point, he’s pleading for the same sweet release from the world he afforded Erwin. Levi has spent so much time dwelling in the night, the darkness is threatening to become him. Then, you show up, one damp afternoon. Modest sundress, two small bags, a green ribbon tying back your hair. The glow you emanate is too much for him. He wants to be angry, filled with a rage so intense it convinces you to leave running in the midst of the spring storm, ribbon flying behind you. The pit in his stomach solidifies when he can’t bring himself to be irate, softened by the cold flush of your cheeks and the sheepishness of your smile as you stand, delicate in his doorway.

You’re too sweet for me, you’re too sweet for me.

At first, your presence does nothing to alter his routine. You rise with the sun, the first blinks of morning are spent brewing a sweet coffee in his kitchen, silent save the chattering of the birds. The dregs of his previous evening’s fire catching in the wind and mingling with the scent of bitter coffee grounds. Levi rises long after the sun has hit it’s peak, emerging in loose slacks and a half undone shirt, the sleeves rolled. You cross paths only briefly, while he pours his glass of amber whiskey and you prepare your cup of evening tea. A silent understanding has occurred - you can stay, if you don’t intervene. So you read in the overgrown garden, take your coffee with milk and two sugars, visit the bookstore, the seamstress down the block from the town’s main square, and worry about him only when you are tipping over the ledge into sleep.

But who wants to live forever, babe? You treat your mouth as if it's Heaven's gate.

The first change is subtle: tea leaves are disappearing faster than you’re brewing them; you know he’s dipping into the store after you retire each evening. Then, when the usual night terrors creep up again, plaguing your mind and leaving your lungs in a vice grip, the second change occurs. Levi waking and comforting you after a string of particularly violent dreams, a different sort of understanding passes when he murmurs, “I still see them, too.” You find him in your bed then, most mornings. Your routines still separate, bodies occupying different halves of the day for weeks. Coffee, bookstore, seamstress, reading, garden. It continues on, life in your solitary bubbles, except the brief overlapping in the early morning when your breaths mingle in the same space between your sleeping forms.

I wish that I could go along, babe, don't get me wrong.

The paradigm shifts once more when he begins to rouse the same time as you. A brief wave of shame washes over you as you realize he’s already awake, you cannot observe his closed eyes and smoothed forehead, the lines of his face set in peace, the soft parting of his lips, or the slow rise of his chest beneath the thin blankets. That morning, you show him how to make the coffee, and he grumbles after burning the first pot, squinting in the bright light. He notices you smiling out of the corner of his eye and something rattles around in his chest. You add three sugars to your cup. He accompanies you to both the bookstore and the seamstress, his silent presence a new comfort. Levi wants to ask why you chose him, chose his home, when there are happier and more accommodating friends, current or former members of the 104th. There’s no doubt in his mind that you’d be better off with someone like Mikasa, in her quiet cottage by the sea. Even Jean and Pieck, or hell, Reiner and his family.

You're bright as the morning, as soft as the rain.

Within a few months, Levi’s world has changed. It’s brighter, fuzzy around the edges. There’s a few sundresses in the closet of his room, a growing stack of books on his dresser. A knit shawl is draped over the chair in the living room; and the guest bed hasn’t been used in several weeks. He lets her brew the coffee in the morning, his palate now well suited for the taste, and takes chrysanthemum tea in the evenings. The garden has a bench now, front row to the beds of geranium, lavender, and snapdragon. When you smile at him through the kitchen window, an understanding dawns on him, an awakening blooms inside of him. He’s seen this look before, many times; over a shared water jug during an expedition, sleepy and exhausted over a fire surrounded by their comrades, during meetings with military leadership, after the battle of heaven and earth, and on the day you were assigned to his squad. You would never go to Mikasa’s, or to Jean and Pieck, even Reiner, or anyone else. He would never let you.

Pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape.

The first touch of morning is chill, a breeze dancing its way through the open window, sheet gathered at his waist as Levi rouses from sleep. He hears your hums from the kitchen and swings his feet over the bed. He’s drawn to you like bees are to flowers, cloying aroma and sunlight and all things good. Forgoing the tie of his robe, he begins purposeful strides down the hall. Then, you’re there, back turned and hair down. The hem of your pale nightgown sways as you wait for the pour of coffee, glowing in the sunrise, hands over your upper arms to stave off the late summer air. You’re lost in a daydream. Levi comes to stand behind you, listening to the melody you hum quietly. The deprecating, nagging voice he contends with daily in his mind is quieted - it’s just you now; always you.

If you could sit in a barrel, maybe I’d wait.

It’s quiet when he slides an arm around your waist, body warm and flushed. It’s quiet when you turn in his hold, meeting his grey gaze with lingering surprise and pink cheeks. It’s quiet as he pulls you in closer still, hands coming up to rest on his chest. Quiet, as Levi brushes his forehead against yours, eyes closed, fingers flexing in their hold of you. Completely silent, as he tilts your chin up, up, up, and brushes his lips with yours. The taste of you nothing like he had ever dreamed, and oh, had he dreamed. When you push up onto your toes to deepen the pressure, sigh into his mouth, his black bitter heart nearly bursts through his chest.

Until that day…

And when he takes you shortly after, coffee long forgotten, limbs so tangled it’s near impossible to discern where you end and Levi begins, lips parted and dewy with sweat and each other; he can only think of the sweetness this life has afforded him in you, how the bitterness of his past has made way for this belonging.. well. There’s truly no such thing as too sweet, is there?

[citrus-simp]

Okay so we all enjoy the cute pregnancy stories BUT! Realistically pregnancies are sometimes worse than the sweet stuff that even I write about

So now I’m thinking of:

Modern Levi! Who was with you through the entire labor who is also there postpartum from the second your baby was placed in her bassinet. He’d help adjust your pillows, feed you and even change your pad if your need help. You desperately wanted a shower and you weren’t sure if you’d make it on your own.

“Come on, hold on to me” he said standing in front of your bed and offering his arms to you. You brace yourself on both as you stand up on shaky legs.

“Levi, I-I don’t know if I can stand in the shower…” you said nearly on the verge of tears. The birth was difficult, labor was a pain and after wasn’t any better. You were overwhelmed, overstimulated and just exhausted.

“Hey, hey…it’s okay. Whatever you need I’m here. Do you want my help with anything in the bathroom?” He’d ask

Modern Levi! Who helps you to sit on and get off the toilet and will stand out side of the shower to help you. Hell take the sponge and scrubs anything from your hips downward so your didn’t have to bend over. While you got dressed he’d prepare another pad for you to put on and even change your sheets. The nurses said they’d do it but he wanted to be of help.

Modern Levi! Who makes Sure to have his paternity leave because he’d rather lose his job then to let you adjust in your own!!!!

Modern Levi! Who knows that even at home it was hard for you to adjust. A lot of crying, diaper changes and feedings. Sometimes you’d go way too long without eating or a shower. He’d make sure to get the baby all night so you’d be able to rest. Change every diaper he could get to and even helped with latching if it wasn’t working. When you do have calmer days he’d take the time to just sit with you and be in the moment

“How are you feeling love?”

“Better, still kinda weird but I’m okay”

“How about some tea and cuddles?” He asked

Modern Levi! Who has seen you when you’re alone and how god look at your new body in the mirror. How you would squish and poke at areas that have now change. How you’d wipe tears away if you heard him coming. He’d even see how you would avoid looking at yourself int he mirror and it broke his heart. He knew your body is now new but, you had done something he couldn’t do and gave him something he never had. He’s never loved someone more each day from looking at them than when he looked at you . At night he pull your in with his hand resting on your stomach and whisper

“You’re the most beautiful creature to ever Grace this world. And to pick me of all people to have a family with, I couldn’t be any more lucky”

Modern Levi! Who is your entire support system postpartum

[levisjinchuriki]

what kind of lover they are

eren jaeger, armin arlert, reiner braun, levi ackerman, jean kirschstein, connie springer

warning: nsfw content!!!

eren jaeger 

definitely is a passionate lover

likes to take his time with you when you deserve it

loves praising you and talking you through orgasms

not shy about moaning in your ear

wants you to know you make him feel good 

he likes when you pull his hair as he goes down on you

“harder, baby. shit-”

has to tie his hair back sometimes cause it gets in the way

favorite position is missionary cause he likes your reactions

loves eye contact as he’s pleasuring you 

“no, no- eyes on me… that’s it” 

doesn’t hesitate to discipline you if you’ve been bad 

will switch to dom real quick

chokes you until you feel like you’re floating in and out of consciousness

you’ve entered subspace more times than you can count

likes to bite your thighs and calves while he holds you in a mating press

“god, you feel so good”

breeding kink!!!!!! 

will pump his cum into you over and over just to be sure 

armin arlert

armin is a sweet, caring, seemingly innocent, church boy 

loves to praise you

body worship

“always so pretty, baby”

loves even more when you praise him 

“good boy” will have him whining for you 

kisses you through every stage of intimacy

goes crazy for neck kisses and hickies

holds your hand when he’s on top 

corruption kink 

inexperienced when you met but is now a freak

usually is a sub

always begs for you to make him feel good, making sure to use his manners of course

always wants to please you 

loves hearing you moan when he goes down on you 

can become dominant, but only if you ask him to

mild degradation and humiliation kink during this phase, but only after he confirms it’s okay with you

“is this what you wanted? pathetic…”

always gives you gentle aftercare, whether he’s dom or not

kissing your body when he’s finished 

gives you a lengthy massage on your sore muscles as an apology

“my poor baby, look what you made me do”

levi ackerman 

intense lover 

can pleasure you whether he’s rough or gentle

likes to overstimulate you when he’s in a good mood

gets pleasure from making you feel good

usually holds back his own release as long as he can

coaxes multiple orgasms from you until you’re crying for him

“you can give me one more, can’t you?”

you love to act up because captain levi comes out 

his deep voice immediately puts you in your place

the king of brat taming 

“what did i say, hm?”

he’ll spank you until your skin his red

will pin you down so you’re forced to take what he gives you as he pounds into you 

loves taking control over everything you do

“did i say you could speak?”

likes to cum on your backside, stomach or chest

usually leaves bruises for you to find the next morning

reiner braun 

roughhhhhh

obvious daddy kink

size kink  

he’s so big!!! you’re worried he won’t fit inside you

“make it fit”

favorite position is when you ride him 

he loves feeling how he stretches you out each time 

takes control by grabbing onto your hips and setting his own bruising pace

reiner is obsessed with edging you, loving how you tighten up around him just before you cum 

“uh-uh, hold it”

will torture you by rubbing your overstimulated nub

makes you suck on his thumb

leaves handprints on you when he spanks you 

likes to dig in your guts 

presses down on your stomach so you can feel his bulge from inside

holds your back down to deepen your arch during doggy style

“cum for me, good girl”

always left twitching when reiner is done with you

jean kirschstein

loves face-sitting

wants you to suffocate him with your thighs

hooks his arms around your legs so you aren’t tempted to lift off of him

will get drunk off the taste of you

“one more, just one more. please-mmngff”

can cum from going down on you, and has multiple times

will occasionally reach up and play with your boobs

won’t last long if you tease him too much

wears the hickies you give him on his chest and neck proudly 

likes when you stroke his ego 

“feels good, yeah?”

will bring you into any room and have his way with you 

have snuck in a closet or the commander’s office on several occasions

“shh, someone’ll hear us”

secretly wants someone to catch you in the act one day 

connie springer 

will constantly crack jokes when he’s feeling soft

holds your body close to his at all times

alternates control, not minding if he’s on top or bottom

likes to be blindfolded as you suck him off 

the sensory deprivation makes it feel more intense 

enjoys sloppy head 

will buck up into your throat to reach his high faster

“i’m right there, oh!-”

loves manhandling you 

instead of telling what to do he’ll adjust your body himself

always stretches you out with his fingers first

will make you cum multiple times by his hand

makes you lick off your own arousal 

likes to make fun of you when he’s making you feel good

“what did you say? i didn’t quite catch that…”

makes you ride his thigh when you’re needy 

“i told you to be patient, didn’t i?”

likes to leave hickeys even when you tell him not to 

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[dollysilena]

brother’s best friend!eren x kirstein!reader

warnings/notes: college au, suggestive themes but nothing explicit (maybe will be if i make this into a series), eren is a huge flirt and ur shy, unedited ngl bc i wrote this on my phone in bed half asleep, 1k

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brother’s best friend!eren who first hears about you from jean, your older brother by two years. he overhears jean talking with you over facetime as he congratulates you on committing to their same university.

brother’s best friend!eren who raises an eyebrow at jean because he’s barely mentioned you before besides in passing. infact, he realizes he doesn’t even know what you look like besides for the few childhood photos jean keeps above his desk, which aren’t very telling as of present. he barely catches a glimpse of you on jean’s phone beside him, but from what he could see, you were much cuter than your irritating brother. (yet, he still hangs out with him everyday.)

brother’s best friend!eren who asks jean when the call ends why he’s never met you. he recalls how you’ve barely ever come up to visit besides the occasional trip with your parents. a few times, their friends had even extended invitations out for you to come join them to hang out whenever jean mentions you’re in town, but jean had always adamantly refused on your behalf. jean scoffs and says something along the lines of, “he’d rather die than let his scumbags friends be around his baby sister, especially you, yeager.”

brother’s best friend!eren who finds it amusing how overprotective jean is over you and it makes him all the more interested. you can’t help but pique his curiosity.

brother’s best friend!eren who eventually forgets about jean’s mysterious little sister until a few months pass and the following school year rolls around. jean begrudgingly asks their friend group if they would be willing to help you move into your dorm since your parents couldn’t make it last second and you would need the extra hands. connie and armin, always so friendly, agree. eren, who of course is as chivalrous as the others, or so he claims, couldn’t help but feel the same interest take over from months before. he agrees as well.

brother’s best friend!eren who has to listen to jean give the stereotypical big brother speech during the drive to meet you at your dorm. he rambles on about how you’re “absolutely off limits” and “you’re dead meat if you even think about laying a finger on her!” he can’t help but notice jean glaring at him in particular through the rear-view mirror.

brother’s best friend!eren who first meets you on move-in day outside your dorm next to a moving truck, with a massive moving box blocking your elusive face. you stammer out a quick greeting to everyone, eren barely hearing your sheepish voice from behind the cardboard. it was apparent you were struggling with the box in your hands. he chuckles and tells you to hand it over, that’s what he was there to do after all. you graciously pass it to him, and he finally gets to see the girl he’s been so curious of for the past few months.

brother’s best friend!eren who immediately thinks you’re a pretty little thing, and can’t help but be smitten with your bashful eyes and smile. your hands nervously toy with the hem of your dress, and he can’t help but take note of the blush barely dusting your cheeks. jean, ever so observant, barks at eren to get moving. “these boxes aren’t gonna move themselves!” he claims, but eren knows it’s a ploy to get him away from his beloved little sister.

brother’s best friend!eren who notices you trailing after him and the boys as they take your belongings from the car up to your room.

“something the matter?” armin asks looking up at you, hoisting up a box from the trunk. you stand sheepishly off to the side, seeming like you were waiting to ask something.

“is there anything i can do?” you question with a frown. “i can’t let you guys do all the work.”

“‘course you can!” connie chuckles, going to ruffle your hair. “what’s the point of having five guys here if not to do the grunt work?”

“don’t worry your pretty little head ‘bout it,” eren comments, and you immediately clam up and he smirks at your fluster.

“paws off you three!” jean shouts. he’s practically smoking from the ears.

brother’s best friend!eren who can’t wait to talk to you again, so when jean and the others aren’t paying attention, he sneaks up to your room where you were waiting. you were already unpacking all your things, and he takes note of the adorable knickknacks already strewn over your desk, colorful stationery, and even the few stuffed animals adorning your now-made pink bed. you were perched on your tippy toes, trying to place a hello kitty plush ontop a shelf too high for you to reach. he tries to ignore the way the skirt of your dress barely skims the edge of your underwear. (pink, he thinks.) he immediately goes over, and grabs your waist so you don’t stumble and grabs the plushie out of your hand.

“here, let me do it,” he states simply, setting it ontop the shelf. he doesn’t bother to remove his hand from your waist.

brother’s best friend!eren who doesn’t even have to look down at your much smaller frame to know he’s got you flustered again. admittedly, he finds it cute how quickly you get nervous around him. it makes him wonder how fast he can make you melt. (little does he know, you’re already putty in his hands.)

brother’s best friend!eren who immediately grabs one of your colorful gel pens off your desk and a sticky note and scribbles something down. you look at him through fluttering eyelashes with a confused expression.

“you call me when you need help with stuff like this, yeah?” he offers, slipping the sticky note in your hand. it wasn’t until you look at it that you realize it’s his number.

“stuff like what?” you question as you look up at him, and he can’t help but notice small cheerful smile threatening to break on your glossy lips.

“whatever you want, pretty girl.”

brother’s best friend!eren who walks out of your room with an undeniable smirk, leaving you dumfounded, and with a new contact for your phone.

do we want this as like a blurb series?? lmk, and feel free to shoot ideas/thoughtz in my inbox hehe

[muekyn]

unfortunately coming to the conclusion that eren would be a very bad texter.

it's not that he wants to be - he just ends up forgetting to text back, very often.

he's notorious for typing his messages out, but ultimately forgetting to hit send. when he finally sees you, asking you why you didn't respond to his text, you tell him you didn't get a text; what was he talking about? to which he pulls out his phone.

"look," he says, turning his screen to face you.

it's his message of 'lets get food' scrawled out in the text field, not sent, again. he tilts his phone back at himself.

"oh."

on top of that, since he never sends the texts, it always shows him typing. when you first got together, you would sit around, anxiously awaiting what you thought would be a paragraph of a text, only to get nothing for hours on end. the little chat bubble is constantly popped up on the text screen between you and him.

also- you could text him a giant paragraph, telling him all about your day or the way he makes you feel, and he'll just like it. or send a thumbs up.

you'll send him a text along the lines of:

"hi my love, i hope you're doing well :) there was a really nice view when i went on a hike today, it made me think of you. i'd be willing to go again, if you want to come with me. i just wish i could be with you right now <3"

and hours later, he'll just say:

"cool"

but undoubtedly, eren is still very sweet.

when you're in the comfort of his arms, he'll plant soft kisses on your forehead. doting turquoise eyes gaze at you as a shy smile spreads across his face. tightening his grip around you, he gives you a tender kiss on your cheek, his warm embrace making you blush.

"you know i love you, don't you?" he breathes.

the way his words are so gentle and kind to you in person, makes you forgive him, just a little bit, for the way he texts.