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apollodarling-writes · 4 months ago

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INFECTED.

yandere! love infection au! levi x immune! doctor!reader x yandere! love infection au! reiner

commissioned by : anonymous

word count : 4961

cws : DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, yandere themes (duhh), delusional behavior, murder mentions, smut, cannibalism threats, levi can glitch through doors, abuse towards levi, edging mentions, aphrodisiac saliva implications, somnophilia, dubcon, whipping, pegging, needles mention, sub! masochist! levi x dom! sadist! reader,

author note : i went way over the word count, but i hope you like it!! sorry this took so long to get out to you !!

it wasn’t supposed to happen like this.

when levi purchased the love potion from that man in that dingy, cigarette-smoke filled alleyway, he had no idea that it would have such drastic consequences. looking back, the man’s smile had been too wide to have been in good faith, and it was possible that it had been political in nature as well. if not political, then maybe a shipment gone wrong or it had been smuggled in from marley, but an outbreak was not on his list of possible outcomes. he just wanted to be loved, not cause a fucking pandemic.

the sun hung low in the sky, the horizon painted in shades of pinks and reds— a testament to his love for you. somehow, levi had convinced you to have tea with him and reluctantly agreed to leave you alone afterward since it had been the only way to implement his plan.

levi’s mind was clouded with anxiety and doubt over the potion working; he’d bought it off of a shady man, and you had a fiancé at the end of the day. levi had high hopes that the potion would cause you to forget all about that beastly man and help you realize that you two were meant to be instead — that no one could love you as much as he does. even if levi was doomed to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair, he was still confident that he was the only man who could truly appreciate you.

in the event that you didn’t forsake your fiancé, levi had made arrangements to kill reiner before having tea with you. after many weeks of watching, gathering information, and memorizing reiner’s schedule, he’d finally found the perfect opportunity to put an end to him once and for all. it’s a shame levi didn’t take the chance when he was still considered a traitor.

levi mindlessly placed two teacups from his most expensive set on the table, filling both with tea he’d prepared, then emptied the entirety of the potion into the cup he’d set out for you. the man from the underground had never told him how much to use or had even given him any instructions, and thus levi silently hoped it was enough. in hindsight, he really should’ve asked that.

once levi was satisfied with the arrangement and had finished making sure the difference between the two was unnoticeable, levi wheeled himself through the bustling city, the thought of his beloved finally returning his feelings causing a soft grin to tug at his lips — which had not gone unnoticed by the townsfolk.

upon arriving at the hilltop, levi positioned himself behind a tree with a sigh, watching as reiner left the survey corps establishment, and took a shuddering breath… missing his first shot due to his lack of depth perception. silently cursing himself and his circumstances, levi aims once more with a growing frustration, only to discover that his rifle is out of bullets. he had only prepared one, his excitement making him forget to account for his lack of sight in one eye.

levi glances at his watch, grumbling to himself about his failure to assassinate reiner, and decides to finish the job later. levi hurries back to ensure he was on time for his meeting with you, taking the time to inquire about reiner’s wellbeing as he passes through, promising to find the person who’d attempted to shoot him — a lie of course, but that was inconsequential information.

while levi was heading back to the agreed upon rendezvous place, his home, you had already arrived, blissfully unaware of the ongoings within the city. you wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible, not eager in the slightest to interact with the man who’d made your life hell for the last four years. your nose scrunched up in disgust as you lifted the teacup, smelling the sweet liquid in front of you. didn’t levi know you hated sweet things? he should have.

“for a man that claims to know everything about me, he sure as hell gave me some shitty tea.,” you muttered to yourself, switching the teacups after doing a sniff test on levi’s. you decided to tell him about the switch later, a sinking feeling forming in your stomach as you gaze at levi’s new cup.

when the man returned, his heart nearly stopped at seeing you already sipping on the tea. you looked beautiful. he wheeled himself to the table, greeting you with an imperceptible smile. “[name]…it’s good to—“

“cut the shit and get to the damn point, ackerman.” you scowl, placing your cup on the plate he’d provided and lacing your fingers in your lap.

levi sighs at your tone, begrudgingly beginning the conversation as he fidgets beneath the table. “after all of my efforts… after all these years, why don’t you feel the same? why can’t you just be mine?”

the man slowly lifts his gaze, regarding you carefully to see if the potion has taken effect yet. he watches as your lip twitches in disgust and contempt, his heart sinking as he realizes it had yet to work.

“you’re joking right?” you scoff, “you’re an underdeveloped man-child who can’t take a rejection and manage your jealousy — resorting to killing my loved ones and abusing your power as a captain.”

levi’s lips parted in silent shock as your words hit him right in the chest. he opens his mouth to speak, but you quickly cut him off, continuing your long-winded rant about how much you hate him.

“you’re entitled and demanding, which is hilarious because you’d think someone with that attitude would at least be the average height for a man — or have the dick size to make up for the lack of it. you have neither.”

levi’s bottom lip quivers as you bully him, his eyes burning as he casts his gaze to his lap and clutches his pants. of all the people this could have come from, it had to have been you. the one person with the ability to wound levi in such a way.

“not only that, but i enjoy having sex with submissive and humble men.” you continue listing off reasons, one of which includes that you hated the fact that he’d barked orders at you.

every word you speak pierces his heart, sniffling and quietly sobbing as he hears you say such cruel things — at the realization that the love potion isn’t working. levi opts to sip his tea, not saying anything and praying it’d work if you just got it all out.

“honestly, you’re so fucking pathetic. i don't understand how anyone would ever want to be with you.” you scoff, downing the final dregs of tea before adding : “and how could you claim to know me as well as you do when you cant even remember simple things i tell you? i told you i hate sugar and you gave me tea that fucking reeked of it. i couldn’t have drank any tea at all if i hadn't switched our cups!”

you slam the empty teacup down and storm out of his house, slamming the door so hard that his china case rattles. levi freezes, his eyes widening in horror as the realization that he was the one to ingest the potion dawns on him. he scrambles to wheel himself to the restroom so he can purge the potion from his system before it takes effect, however, his body had different plans.

due to his short stature and his lack of proper nutrition recently, the potion had worked in a much shorter amount of time. his fingers grip the tablecloth, his body leaning forward as shivers wrack his small frame. levi’s body grows numb, his grip slackening as he falls face first into the table — the teacups shattering and the shards from the broken glass slicing open his skin. levi recognizes that he should be in pain, but there was nothing. he stills for a moment, watching his blood pool beside him on the table with a morbid fascination — the color a softer, glossier shade of crimson than it should have been.

levi’s stomach felt painfully empty, something that seemed unusual for even him, but despite that, all he could think about was you. you were all that mattered. who cares about being hungry, hurt, or feverish if he can’t have you? he’d rather die than be separated from you.

falco and gabi, who levi had opened his home to after the war, had heard the ruckus. worried that levi had gotten himself hurt, the pair rush downstairs, their eyes widening as levi convulses on the floor, noting that his saliva had become pink. had he taken something? was he attempting to end his life?

falco forces his fingers down levi’s throat, attempting to get him to throw up whatever it is he took, but only after does he realize that levi hadn’t taken anything unusual. gabi and falco exchange a wary glance, wrapping their arms around him as they struggle to haul him up the steps to his bedroom. as the two get him settled in bed, falco pulls the sheets up around levi, observing the perspiration that had begun to dampen his hair. he motions for gabi to monitor levi, regarding the cuts on the older man’s face for a moment before rushing downstairs to grab the first aid kit, a bowl of cool water, and a cloth.

when falco returns, he tenderly cleans and dresses levi’s wounds, his lips pressed into a thin line and gabi’s eyes wide as she struggles to understand what was happening to their caretaker. the two discuss the best course of action in hushed whispers as falco places the cold compress on levi’s forehead to help his fever, deciding to monitor him in shifts.

days go by before levi’s symptoms get worse. falco and gabi were already struggling to keep up with levi’s increased appetite and fever — the crazed mumbling regarding you something they had fearfully taken a mental note of as well. the numbness in levi’s body had gone away, but the oddly colored saliva hadn’t.

it was later in the week, when levi had woken from a nap, that the children realized that levi’s eyes were no longer the dull shade of blue they’d always known him to have and were instead a vibrant pink. levi’s eyes were wide and frenzied, his tear ducts secreting the same pink substance that he had been salivating.

as the young boy removes the cool compress, levi’s hand darts out, latching onto falco’s wrist with surprising strength. falco whimpers in pain, sucking in air through clenched teeth as levi’s nails break through his skin, crimson marring the pads of the man’s fingertips. falco notices the way levi’s skin seems to be warmer than before — as if he were burning from the inside out.

falco struggles to remove levi’s grasp, and gabi quickly steps in to aid in falco’s rescue. the two struggle against levi, gaining multiple injuries from his sudden aggression. gabi, with a heavy heart, opts to strike levi with the lamp to save both of their skin. the older man’s eyes flutter shut, slumping against the bed with a thump!

gabi and falco pant, and with wide eyes, they watch as levi’s newest wounds heal. gabi immediately rushes towards her cousin, reiner’s, home and urges him to get his fiance — that levi was acting strangely and he needed help. rushing downstairs at the commotion, you take in the situation, recognizing that it was your duty as a doctor to treat levi. with a heavy sigh, you insist on reiner coming with you, not wanting to deal with a sick levi alone. you make haste as you grab your medical bag, throwing your coat on as you leave your home with the both of them in tow.

when you arrive, levi is awake, his gaze immediately shifting to you — recognizing the dainty perfume that you wear.

“you’ve returned…” levi grins at you, seemingly delirious. “have you reconsidered, my love?”

you scoff at his question, your lips curling into a sneer. levi’s gaze sharpens in response, gritting his teeth as his stomach grumbles.

“i can’t have you as mine, i’ll eat you instead. you’ll become a part of me forever.” levi growls. having enough of this behavior, in front of two children no less, you don’t hesitate to backhand him.

to your surprise, he shudders in delight as his tongue darts out to wet his lips. levi lunges at you, your fiance instinctively shielding you as the former’s teeth latch onto reiner’s forearm. reiner’s brows furrow, gritting his teeth as levi sinks his teeth deeper, the pink substance infecting the fresh wound. you hurriedly gather the restraints from your bag, a horrified expression etched into your features as falco and gabi both help to subdue levi, obtaining a few bitemarks themselves.

“what the hell is wrong with you, ackerman?” you exclaim, struggling to cuff his wrists. the three of you pant, having finally managed to restrain levi, the man in question scowls at that fact, his lips curling into a cruel grin as he regards reiner.

“i should’ve killed you when i had the chance, braun.” the shorter man all but spits. having enough of his behavior, you attempt to fasten a muzzle on levi, but the man sinks his teeth into you as well. you hiss in pain, smacking him in the face in an attempt to get him to release you. once again, what should’ve hurt only brings levi pleasure, a wanton moan parting his lips. you take the opportunity to fasten the muzzle, stepping back as you shield the children.

“falco, i need you to inform the survey corps of what’s going on. tell them to bring hange and armin… there might be an outbreak,” you order breathlessly, your gaze shifting to the boy. he nods furiously, his eyes wide as he takes one last look at levi before dashing off.

you carefully regard gabi, taking extra care to patch up and disinfect her wound before turning to reiner. you blanch as you realize that he too had begun to show symptoms — the strange substance trickling from his mouth, and his face flushed. you make haste to subdue your fiancé, the man chanting your name as if you were his religion, his words a prayer. you don’t hesitate to fasten a muzzle on him as well; despite the act saddening you, you knew you had to place the people above your wants and feelings.

“gabi, do you feel sick at all? anything out of the norm?” you ask, tearing your gaze from reiner with an aching heart. gabi shakes her head.

“what’s going on, [name]? why are they acting like this?” gabi sniffles, distraught at having seen two of the most important people in her life acting like rabid dogs. her lack of symptoms makes you conclude that anyone who hadn’t gone through puberty couldn’t be infected; your lack of symptoms meaning that must be immune, or that female-bodied adults couldn’t be infected. you make a mental note to test that hypothesis.

“i’m not sure… we’ll find a cure — i swear it. they’ll be back to normal in no time.” you respond after a few moments, gently threading your fingers through her hair as you pull her into a hug.

hange and armin arrive not long after you patch up your wounds. you waste no time in informing them of the situation as well as your conclusions. much to your horror, hange places you in charge of the research, and later it was ordered by higher-ups that you use this virus to increase the globally low population count.

a week passed before the lab and holding cells were fully prepared and ready for use. a team from each nation traveled to paradis to aid in the research and development of a cure, demanding that the island wait to investigate it any further until they had arrived. by the time the researchers had settled in, both reiner and levi were fully infected, and your observations of the stages, symptoms, and variations of this new virus were cataloged in a notebook you’d been provided with.

it was your duty to tend to their needs and to lead the research, yet even outside of political duties, you’d found yourself back in reiner’s holding cell. you felt responsible for his infection —if only you hadn't asked him to accompany you… maybe he wouldn’t have gotten infected.

“reiner… im so sorry.” you cry, causing a frown to tug at his lips. even now, he couldnt stand seeing you upset. reiner’s chains clink as he kneels before you, shuffling closer as he cups your cheeks in his feverish palms.

“dont cry, pretty…” he murmurs, lapping at your tears. your lips curl into a gentle smile, leaning into his touch. “there you are. y’look better when you smile f’me.”

you close the distance between the two of you, your lips pressing against his as you sigh into the kiss. your heart was heavy with regret and despair, but even if it was just for a moment, you could pretend that nothing had gone wrong — that reiner was still the same as before.

reiner groans into the kiss, his hands shifting to the back of your neck and your waist, tugging you ever closer. his fingers trail to grip the meat of your hips, your skin growing warm and your cunt pulsing with need. you waste no time, breaking the kiss as you shrug off your clothing, watching as reiner gazes at you through lidded eyes. he whines as your fingers wrap around the back of his head, shifting so reiner can slot his face between your thighs.

your fiance laps at you like a starved man, latching onto your clit as his fingers prod at your folds. you moan as his digits sink into you and curl into the places you need him most, his pace rough and fast as he prioritizes your pleasure. you rock your hips into his touch, eager whines from your lover adding to the pleasure you feel. your skin was slick with a thin sheen of sweat as your thighs trembled, lips parted and lashes fluttering.

“just like that, baby.” you moan breathlessly, your fingers tugging at his hair. “‘m gonna cum — doin’ such a good job f’me…!”

reiner whimpers at your praise, the vibration sending you over the edge as his fingers fuck into you relentlessly. your gummy walls flutter around his digits, your jaw slackening from the intensity of your climax.

“fuck, baby. yer such a good boy,” you whine, arching into reiner, rocking your hips into his eager tongue. your lover works you through your climax, his fingers sliding out of you and gripping your thighs as he cleans you up with his tongue — your hips bucking as he grazes over your most sensitive spots.

once finished, he gazes up at you with the same lovesick eyes, your heart sinking as you remember that this wasn’t the same reiner you’d always known. you sigh, prying open his jaw and ordering him to swallow the experimental treatment pills, then quickly dress to attend to levi.

when you walk into his cell, he beams at you, his gaze soon narrowing at the flush of your skin. “my love… i’ve missed you.”

“what the fuck are you so happy about?” you snap, tears welling up in your eyes, subconsciously shifting the blame to levi. “this is all your fucking fault.”

you kick him in the gut, your heel harshly digging into the meat of his stomach — but much to your dismay, the action forces a pleasured whine from his lips. you curl your lip in disgust as you zero in on the growing strain in his pants.

“i hate you. i wish i’d never fucking met you.” you grit out, harshly wiping at your tears. “i wish you died in the war — not eren!”

levi only grins, tilting his head at you. “i’m yours — your patient and your lover. don’t you get it? you’ll never be rid of me… the higher-ups are going to jump at the opportunity to increase the population — no matter how it's done.”

you clench your teeth, your fingers shaking as your fist connects with his jaw. you repeat the action over and over and over, his blood smearing across your knuckles with each strike. levi’s whimpers and whines only fuel your desire to hurt him — the erection he was sporting doing him no favors. you didn't care if you killed him — it would be better that way, you think. however, no matter how much you beat him, no matter how much you drove his skull into the wall, his wounds only continued to heal.

you angrily sob, pulling the experimental treatment from your bag with trembling fingers and filling the syringe with the serum. you dont bother to attempt to be gentle, harshly sinking the needle into his arm. “why can’t you just die already?”

“hit me more,” levi begs pathetically, his eyes half-lidded as his bloodstained form kneels before you. you jump at the opportunity, wanting to vent your frustrations in any way you’re able to. you don’t know how long you beat him, but by the time you’re finished, you’re utterly exhausted. your limbs are trembling from the effort, your lab coat covered in blood, and your knuckles are stiff and aching. you’re sure you’ve hurt yourself in the process, but you can’t bring yourself to care. not when everything is so fucked up… not when reiner isn’t the same as before.

that night, you fall asleep at the facility, knowing it’s your new home now. while you sleep blissfully unaware, levi decides to use the ability he’d accidentally uncovered a few nights prior. phasing out of his shackles, he roams the halls, searching for your room. once he stumbles upon it, he finds that the door is locked. levi clicks his tongue in annoyance, but takes great pleasure in how you were playing hard to get. didn’t you know you belonged to him?

stepping through the locked door, the sensation sending a shiver down his spine, his eyes lock onto your form. you were wearing nothing more than a thin nightgown — the material shimmery and see-through. he palms himself at the sight of you shifting, the nightgown riding up your thighs and revealing your panties.

levi groans, wasting no time in carefully tugging your undergarments aside as he unsheaths his cock from his slacks. careful not to wake you, the man slowly sinks into your gummy walls, nearly cumming from that alone. gently rocking his hips into you, he uses your body for his own pleasure, biting down on his lip to muffle his whimpers.

blood trickles down his chin from the effort, his cock twitching inside of you as your walls clench around him. his hands pull down the upper half of your nightgown, revealing your bare breasts to his hungry gaze. levi’s thumbs gently brush along your erect nipples — your walls pulsing around him as you let out a soft sigh in response. quiet whimpers leave your lips as he slowly fucks himself into you, his thrusts growing sloppy.

his cock twitches inside of you, hot cum spilling into your aching cunt as a quiet whine parts his lips. levi rolls his hips into yours a few more times, riding out his high, his digits gripping your hips to ground himself. he’s careful not to wake you as he cleans you up, pressing a tender kiss to the corner of your lips as he admires you for a moment longer.

during waking hours, you’d begun to experiment with levi, much to his satisfaction. levi recognized that what should have hurt only brought him pleasure — the sensation of whips and needles breaking his skin forcing him to rut against his mattress like a bitch in heat.

of course, due to levi’s favoritism of you, he became uncooperative with any other researcher on the team. reiner followed suit, lashing out at anyone who stepped foot in his cell. you’d had enough of their behavior — attempting to leave them alone for days on end to teach them a lesson, but it only made matters worse. others on your team wound up infected, leaving you with one other member to find a cure for this virus.

levi wasn’t happy with your obvious preference for reiner. he could hear reiner’s pathetic begging from the room adjacent to his when you’d edge him for hours on end, the sound of your squelching cunt reaching his ears and forcing him to fuck his fist — the feeling not quite the same as you no matter how tight he clenched his hand around his cock.

though, levi would admit that he loved it when you’d harshly fuck into him with no regards for his health and safety. he loved when your strap brushed against his prostate over and over again, forcing orgasm after orgasm from the man. no matter how long you fucked him, he could never get enough.

it was due to this that levi returned to your room after sabotaging your research every night; he never wanted this to end. if he could have you all to himself, even if you were cruel to him, levi would do anything… even if it meant placing his own selfish desires above humanity and abandoning every moral code and philosophy he had previously lived by.

some nights when levi visited you, he used your body while you slept. other nights, he simply admired you — studying and memorizing your features and the way you felt under his feather-light touch. tonight was different. levi was aware that you were having a wet dream, marveling at the soft whimpers that left your lips and the way he could see slick dampening your panties. you were all spread out for him, your nightgown riding up over your hips. levi is careful not to wake you as he hovers above your slumbering form, tugging your panties off and lapping at the wet spots on the fabric.

levi hovers above you, his lips inches from yours as he wonders how you’d react if you found out he was doing this. would you beat him more? he shivers at the thought, his cock straining against his slacks. without hesitating any further, levi tugs his manhood from its restraints, brushing it against your folds before slowly sinking into you.

he slots his lips against yours, the pink substance invading your mouth as his tongue brushes against every inch he can reach. your body grows warm, the aphrodisiac taking effect, and he feels your cunt pulse around him. trailing his lips along your throat and down your shoulder, he rolls his hips into yours, his cockhead brushing against a spot that has your lips parting with a soft whimper.

levi smiles into your skin, rocking his hips into that spot as he reaches his hand between your thighs to circle your clit. he could smell reiner on you, the thought of reiner being inside of you like this driving him wild. he growls, rocking his hips into you faster now, and intertwines his free hand with yours.

your lashes flutter, a sly smile tugging at his lips as he realizes that you’re slowly waking up, your quiet sounds of pleasure growing louder. the hand that was between your thighs shifts both of your hands above your head, using his weight to keep you in place as your eyes meet his. levi could tell that you didn’t know who he was — the lack of proper lighting and your grogginess aiding him in this endeavor.

“mmmf — fuck…!” you whine, your body arching into his touch. levi groans as your cunt tightens around him, realizing that your own orgasm was approaching. holding your wrists with one hand, he reaches between your thighs once more, the pad of his thumb circling your clit in time with each thrust. the sensation sends you over the edge with a loud moan, your nails digging into his fingers in an attempt to ground yourself. levi watches as your eyes roll back, your thighs trembling and closing around his hips, a guttural groan parting his lips as he cums.

“f—feels s’good!” you whine, rocking your hips up to meet levi’s sloppy thrusts. “s—such a good boy…”

levi whimpers at the praise, his jaw agape as he fucks his cum back into you. he buries his face in the curve of your shoulder, whining as the two of you come down from your high. you take the opportunity to switch positions, flipping the shorter man on his back and sinking his cock back into you.

the man’s fingers instinctively grip your hips, thrusting in time with each movement you make. the room becomes a chorus of pleasure; the squelching of your cunt, the sloppy kissing, the sound of skin against skin — all of it only heightened your shared pleasure. the only thing you could think about was how badly you needed to be filled with levi’s cum — how desperately you needed to fuck yourself on his cock.

the two of you continue until you both can no longer, neglecting to clean up due to your own exhaustion. the sun was well into the sky by the time you finished, collapsing beside levi as you gazed at him through bleary eyes.

for a moment, you feel as if you could get used to this — reiner filling you during the day, and levi at night. before you can think about it any further, your eyes flutter shut, sleep embracing you once more.

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mossgh0st · 7 months ago

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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?

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citrus-simp · 1 year ago

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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

#levi ackerman #attack on titan x reader #levi blurb #Levi x Reader pregnant #anime #levi ackerman x reader #aot levi #aot x reader #attack on titan #anime x reader

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ackermancurse · 11 months ago

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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.

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zoozvie · 6 months ago

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Imagine // Levi makes you tea

You hate black tea. It’s too bitter, and Levi doesn’t make it with sugar. But when it’s late in the mess hall, and you two are leaning into each other's space to softly discuss your pasts, stupid things you’ve seen your higher-ups do, or complaining about the workload the recruits are bringing you. Levi makes it for you.

So you’ll drink every last drop.

Masterlist

#someone said levi doesn't drink tea with sugar because he was too poor #and that's the first thing you learn about him from the underground #imagines/prompts master tag #levi imagines #levi x reader #levi #levi ackerman #levi aot #attack on titan #fanfic prompt #levi fluff #this is because of #aot bad boy #fluff #aot #imagines #blurb #drabble

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dollysilena · 2 years ago

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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

(18+) MINORS/BLANK/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT.

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

#eren yeager x reader #eren x reader #eren yeager imagine #eren yeager blurb #eren yeager x you #eren x you #attack on titan x reader #aot x reader #attack on titan x you #aot x you #eren jaeger x you #eren jaeger x reader #eren yeager headcanons #eren jaeger headcanons

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muekyn · 1 year ago

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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.

#writing.exe #a little blurb #late night eren thoughts #ik its not late rn but i havent slept in over 24 hours ok-#eren #eren jeager #eren yeager #eren jager #eren x you #eren x y/n #eren x yn #eren x reader #eren x reader fluff #aot #attack on titan #snk #shingeki no kyojin #aot fluff #snk fluff

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meekydeeks · 2 months ago

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jjk spoilers kinda the chapter has been out a while but if you’re not a manga reader then stop now…

i’m so sorry but it was so stupid to kill gojo but leave yuji alive, like it literally made no sense.

now don’t get me wrong ilove yuji but that would be like killing levi and letting someone idk like armin live.

most of the special grade adults died like wth, how are you the strongest sorcerers and you’re being outlived by teenagers 🤨

like what was the point in making gojo the strongest sorcerer if he’s gonna die before the final battle like make it make sense, that would be like humanity’s strongest soldier dying before the rumbling

anyways that’s my 2 cents

#justanotherbimboslxt #jujutsu kaisen #attack on titan #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu kaisen yuuji #yuji itadori #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen blurbs #jjk #attack on titan levi #attack on titan blurbs #aot levi #jjk gojo #jjk yuji #levi ackerman #aot

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ambassadorarlert · 5 months ago

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warnings: self ship coded (kelsmin canon), hurt/comfort, mentions of children + their given names, post-rumbling setting, implied ptsd/survivors guilt

a/n: this is our beach episode 🤙🏻🐚 enjoy!

word count: 855

minors + imbeciles dni

“Do I deserve any of this?” — Armin asked quietly.

He kept his gaze straight outward to the sea. Way back when it mattered, the idea of seeing the ocean was just a distant dream, and so was life in between everything else up until this moment.

The Rumbling had ended a little over a decade ago. The dust from that period of everyone’s lives had settled. The world was wider now, which left an infinite amount of room for change and growth and opportunity. Even though, Armin’s life was accustomed to tragedy, he had a fair share of important milestones since then.

His greatest accomplishment wasn’t stopping the Rumbling, or becoming an ambassador of his home country. The crown jewels of his life were his four children. They were all close in age and similar in appearance, each of them taking a couple of slices from their father and mother respectively.

Armin had accepted that he had done about a million and one things wrong in his life, and he accepted that he’d pay the price for it once he was dead and gone. He couldn’t get rid of the underlying feeling that he did not deserve the slightest thing he had acquired in his present life. How could he possibly be able to heal, when his actions are the reason why some never got closure? In what way did he have any right to go on and create lives when he had taken so many away? How was someone like him worthy of being a father and a husband?

“Armin,” A touch of his hand brought him out of his thoughts. He looked down at the beautifully manicured hand that sent sparks to his skin. The kindest woman in the world had the misfortune of being Armin’s wife.

There was a long pause, silence falling all across the beach apart from the sound of sloshing waves and kids laughing. Armin noticed she had worn her wedding ring to the beach. The oval Amethyst center and silver band suited her, just like Armin thought it would.

“Look at your children” She said, darting her eyes in their direction.

Together they made three girls and only one boy between the ages of five and eleven. Armin could remember where and what he was doing at their ages. When he was five, Armin remembered spending quality time with his grandfather and listening to his stories. A cycle he repeated with all of his children, but Clementine enjoyed his stories the most as she was still quite little.

When Armin was seven, like Thea, he could remember laying in the grass and rolling downhill with Eren to see who could roll the fastest. Owen was nine, the same age Armin was when Bertholdt and Reiner compromised the walls of Shiganshina. Dahlia was 11, only a year younger than Armin was when he joined the cadet corp.

“What do you see?” She tested him.

Armin blinked. They both sat back and watched them play without conflict or tears. The day was perfect. The sun provided the perfect amount of warmth and light, while the shade from the umbrella gave comforting and cool relief. The misty beach breeze salted Armin’s hair.

Armin sharpened his eyes on his children as they went about their fun, playing near the water. They were old enough to know better than to go too far, but still young enough to be kept under their parents protection. Dahlia, Thea, and Clementine gathered around Owen as he lay in the sand. They took turns filling their individual pales with sand and dumping it on top of him. Only Owen’s blonde head, that matched his father and sister, was all that showed from the mountain he was under.

“They are free!” She hushed.

The realization always had an impact on his spirit. Armin’s children never had to worry about if this day would be their last or where their next meal would come from and how they could make it last for the rest of the week. They had new clothes and shoes whenever their old ones became too small, toys and books. Above everything else, they never had to live in a world where titans where a threat.

Armin’s throat was tight with emotion, if he said anything at all then he might just crack. All he could manage was a flustered nod of his head. His heart swelled. It almost couldn’t take how despite everything he had done and the immeasurable amount of guilt he felt every day, nothing could wash away his pride for his family. He inhaled a deep breath of salty sea air to settle his nerves, and gently interlocked his fingers in with hers.

Her smile that stretched across her lips, that brought her cheeks high, never wavered at the sight of him. It put the sun and all the stars to shame. They smiled at each other, the atmosphere between them thick with unconditional love and the mutual fulfillment of breaking cycles and having their children be part of the first generation where titans were just a horrible memory to humanity.

happy father’s day, armin <3

( @ambassadorarlert 2024 )

#hi it’s been a while #my writing #text post #armin arlert #armin fluff #armin imagine #armin blurb #armin one shot #armin fic #attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin #snk #self ship #dadmin #dad!min #kelsmin — in writing

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violet-fluff · 8 months ago

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I love how Levi lovers just expose themselves for being high-key yandere. Like we would really do ANYTHING for this man. He doesn’t have to worry about a damn thing.

#levi ackerman #levi attack on titan #levi x reader #attack on titan #violets blurbs

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apollodarling-writes · 4 months ago

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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.”

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mossgh0st · 7 months ago

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By Any Other Name (Jean Kirstein x Reader)

Summary | Jean realizes not all nicknames are bad.

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

Pairings | Jean Kirstein/You, Eren/Mikasa

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

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He hates it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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rivangel · 2 years ago

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//impact play, crying, subby levi, overstimulation, subspace, praise+degradation, spitting

A small weepy noise shakes Levi's shoulders. Above his head, the leather belt cinched around his wrists strains. “No more, no more,”he whimpers.

You grind your pussy up and down his shaft with even more pressure as you rub the roaring vibrator on his sticky tip. Just to torture him, you say nothing.

"I can't!” His chest heaves up and down. A line of drool oozes from the side of his mouth—a testament to how dumb you’ve made him. The rich red blush all over his face grows even deeper somehow. A sheen of shiny sweat makes his forehead appear to shine. "Oh fuh—ugh!”

Each measured stroke of the rubber head is punctuated by a tighter and wetter cry until his sobbing resumes with earnest. Deep into this many orgasms, at your mercy, he doesn’t attempt to squirm away—he can’t close his legs anyway.

“God, Levi, you’re making me wait! It’s been so long, and you’re barely hard,” you croon.

“Fuck I c-c-can’t—”

The last setting, the highest, touches his tip, and he wails. His back lurches off the bed, and his cock gives a meager throb, but he still doesn’t drain his balls again.

“What was that?”

Tears streak down his cheeks in slow rivets as his head tosses fitfully. He mewls, loud enough for someone on the street to hear, but he doesn’t hear you.

Not good enough. You bring your palm down on his cheek—a slap across the face. He gasps from the bottom of his lungs.

“Use your words, angel, hm?”

The mix of praise, pleasure, and pain gets all jumbled up inside his head. Or maybe, Levi’s just too gone but to simply sob in response, “‘m sorry, sorry…”

You grasp his jaw and tilt his head upwards. For a moment you slow your hips to stoop over and spit right in his mouth. “Come, or I won’t forgive you. Aren’t you my good boy?”

He has one more in him. He’ll be done when he has less than nothing left to give.

A whine joins the slew of other noises. He nods wildly, weak. “I’m—hah-hah—ngh…”

You watch his adam’s apple bob when he swallows, glazed grey eyes shining with unshed tears.

“Mhm?” You rock his chin up and down for him.

“Ah—ah—ah-hah—”

You resume your rocking with a faster pace, flicking his tip. Every time it swipes over it his hips lurch. His chest heaves.

One long and desperate minute later, a soft, wet cry unlike all the others falls off his swollen lips. Even the way his muscles stiffen is weak. The expected spasms are reduced to nothing but weak squirming as his plump cock throbs in your slit, and a weak spurt of cum drools from the tip, and pools on his navel.

You ease the vibrations in quick succession until all is quiet except for Levi, who’s still gasping. You place it aside, and maneuver off his soft cock, over his hips instead

“Perfect. That was perfect. You’re such a good boy, Levi,” you soothe. Cradling his face, you swipe away tears, both fresh and caked to his cheeks. “You did so well.”

#kind of unedited but NEEDED to write after that blurb i rb’d……#attack on titan smut #levi smut #levi ackerman x y/n smut #levi x y/n #levi x you #levi ackerman smut #levi ackerman x you #aot smut #aot drabbles #levi drabble

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ackermancurse · 11 months ago

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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