#attack on titan fluff

[leviismybby]

Levi would be the type of husband who always talks about you, his wife. It doesn't matter what the conversation is, he will bring you up. At the teashop? "No. My wife doesn't like that flavor." During meetings? "My wife and I would never agree to such dumbass terms." Even during missions, he would always keep an eye on you. "Where the fuck is name? Have you seen my wife?" Or when Hange would run up to him, they were exited to talk about thier newest research. "Levii! Do you want to know what I just found out!?" Thier eyes would be gleaming with excitement only for to Levi to turn around and go: "I don't care. Anyway, my wife-"

[gossamyrrh]

♯ 5 MINUTES ⋮ L. ACKERMAN

୨ৎ fluff, fem pronouns used when referring to reader | you and levi's nighttime routine . . . divider by @/toastray ⊹ ࣪ ˖

it begins as always:

levi comes home late. withered. drained of all his energy and then some, moving on auto-pilot throughout his flat like a poorly-oiled machine, having fallen victim, yet again, to the havoc of a long day at the office.

he toes off his loafers with some struggle. sluggishly removes his coat. shuffles to the master bedroom with an unfathomable amount of lethargy, that he cannot begin to understand how he managed to make it there without passing out—

(in this state, he can’t understand a thing at all.)

—but, somehow, he does.

and when he enters the meagre room, his heart skips a little to see you there, cocooned in your knitted blankets, a lone candle lit to keep you company, he suspects. though he is utterly weary—on the precipice of acute exhaustion, eyes rimmed with red and brimming with fatigue, he thinks, it is all worth it if you are there. 

a smile dusts upon his lips.

you say not a word. just watch him with eyelids half-drawn as he drags his feet past the threshold, creating a chorus of linen and cotton strumming, and proving that you, too, are a victim of a long, long  day.

you wait for him to collapse onto the bed, a stubborn spring corkscrewing into his spine, a small yelp escaping in reply, before you murmur: “how was your day, my love?”

he sighs, and it is shaky. crumbling. like the cavity of an old rock that has long eroded to morsels and flakes of grit. succumbed to the ever-moving passage of time. he wants to lie. more than anything, he wants to lie. tell you that everything went smoothly, that he finally has the upperhand—thinks he might get a promotion soon. but then he hears a rustle, and your fingers are carding through his hair—grazing along his scalp, lifting a weight from his shoulders that he is convinced only you have the power to do.

and then the truth comes spilling: “quite exhausting.” you gently run your nails against his skin. a hum slips through parted lips. “and i hate being away from you for so long. it makes me anxious.”

you smile bashfully, letting out a small huff as the apples of your cheeks swell. “well, it’s a good thing i’m here now, mr. ackerman. what would you ever do without me?”

nothing, levi thinks. less than nothing, even, if such a thing could exist. he turns onto his stomach, curls closer into you like a man seeking shelter, until his head rests in the crux of your lap. he stares for a moment, starry-eyed and awestruck and stunned at his sheer fortune of having you,  before he blinks. slowly. as if committing the scene to memory. “and how was your day, mrs. ackerman?”

your smile thins slightly.

“exhausting, too.” you absentmindedly twirl a lock of his hair now, deftly spinning the delicate thread of ink about your pretty fingers with a practised ease. the menial motions have begun to make his breaths slow, his eyes droop. but a new feeling is integrated. bliss, he thinks. this weariness is starkly different from before. soft, billowy. “but enough about me. is there anything i can do for you, my love?” he hums softly. shakes his head just the slightest. smiles faintly at your typical redirection. “just… stay. please?” 

you, of course, oblige. there’s nowhere else you’d rather be. 

like routine, it is another five minutes until you are blowing your candle out, and levi is cuddling you beneath the covers. the night, at last, grows quiet.

an. i love him so . . .

[pynkfairyheart]

pairings: Onyankopon x black reader

warnings: Jean slander, smut 18+

Need you

“And then the bitch scoffed and rolled her eyes like I didn't just apologize. I need to find a new place asap cause I swear next time she try me Imma fuck her up- “

“What I tell you bout cussing?” Ony’s deep voice filled the room, dark eyes piercing into yours as a warning.

“Anywaysss” You rolled your eyes, ignoring the side eye he was giving. “You’ve been awfully quiet since I came over. What’s going on?” You put your freshly manicured feet in his face.

“Nothing you’ve just been yapping the whole time.” He smirked.

“Rude” You gasped, nudging him with your toes.

“Nah I'm just chillin’. You know I like listening to you talk.” He shrugged, placing your legs into his lap. Lighting the blunt he just rolled, a cloud of smoke surrounding him as he took a hit.

“Whatever” You smiled as he passed it to you.

You and Ony often had moments like these, a smoke sesh usually spent with you talking about your week as he massaged your feet. Your relationship with Ony was…complicated. Ever since Sasha introduced you two, y'all were inseparable, constantly getting mistaken for a couple, and who could blame them?

Most thought this because Ony always had to be touching you, whether it was holding your hand, an arm around your shoulder, or a tight grip on your waist. However, for some, it was how you two would always disappear during the function. Claiming you were only talking, but the slight sheen on Ony’s lips and your slightly ruffled clothing told otherwise.

You weren’t quite friends with benefits. At least that's what you told yourselves. The whole ordeal just kinda happened. You were stressed over your midterms and Ony of course offered to help you study. Though after hours of reading flashcards and practice tests, you were still stressed and on the verge of tears when Ony offered another way to help you. That night you ended up with your legs in the air as Ony sucked the soul out of your pussy. Ever since then any inconvenience one had, the other would do their best to help relieve the stress. Your roommate upset you? Ony fed you long deep strokes, pampering you with soft kisses while he whispered in your ear. Ony was pissed that his supplier flaked on him? Ony would have the tightest grip on your hips as he drilled into you from behind, claiming the waves of your ass hypnotized him into forgetting what he was upset about. Some days neither of you needed an excuse. Some days you just craved each other.

Despite your unique relationship, you remained friends allowing the other to do what they pleased, though neither you nor Ony slept with or saw other people. Your dynamic was good and worked for both of you. That was until you started seeing Jean.

“You n that nigga Jean still fuckin around?” He broke the silence, waiting for your answer as your eyes met his.

“Ony” You groaned, the tight grip he had on your ankles preventing you from moving.

“What? I can’t ask you questions now?” He kissed his teeth, putting out the blunt.

“No, because any time you ask about Jean we end up getting into an argument and I’m really enjoying my time with you right now. So no, you cannot ask.”

“Whatever. I’m just tryna figure out when you gon stop playing in my face nd be with me instead of his bitchass.”

“Onyankopon '' You shrieked. You never understood why Ony hated Jean till a few weeks ago when Ony drunkenly confessed his feelings. At first, you thought he was joking but the look on his face told you otherwise. For a minute, you were happy. Ony was everything you had wanted in a boyfriend and you two had practically been in a relationship just without the labels. It wasn't till Jean texted you that you got upset. Why confess his feelings when you're finally in a relationship? Deciding it'd be best to forget about it, you put Ony to bed, hoping he'd also forget about his confession. Clearly, you were wrong.

“What? I don't understand what you see in him. He's annoying as fuck, and I'm pretty sure he has 4 brain cells. Maximum.” He rolled his eyes at the thought of Jean. “Why won't you give me a chance when I'm the one for you?”

“We've talked about this Ony.” You sighed. Conversations like these were becoming frequent and they were so tiring.

“No mama you've talked nd I've listened.” You thought about it, he wasn’t exactly wrong. Silently praying this wouldn't end up in an argument you gave him a chance.

“Okay. I'm listening.” You whispered.

“C’mere,” He released your ankles.

“Ony I’m not gonna-”

“[☆]” The dominance in his tone had you clenching around nothing.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you did as he told. The moment you sat on his lap you just knew how it was going to end.

“Why you with him instead of me? And don't feed me no bullshit” His large hands were rubbing up and down your thighs getting dangerously close to your pussy that desperately ached for him.

You tried and you tried but there wasn't any good reason as to why you were Jean. Sure he was cute but he had no idea how to make you feel special and overall just couldn't please you. In multiple ways. The main reason though was that he wasn’t Ony. He just asked first.

“I don't know, Ony” You finally sighed, looking everywhere but him.

Any discipline you had when it came to Ony vanished when his hand wrapped around your throat, the slight pressure on your carotid causing your brain to go fuzzy and your panties to get damp “Look at me”

“Be real. Please” Ony released his hold on your neck to grip your thighs.

“You had the longest opportunity to ask me to be with you but you never took the chance, yet when I'm finally in a relationship you suddenly wanna give up everything and take a chance to be with me and I feel like that’s not fair to me Ony.”

He rubbed his hands down his face with a sigh. “You're right.”

"I did have that opportunity and always hesitated. I always assumed it would be just you and me, that you wouldn't pursue other relationships because of our bond. Since the day we met, I've wanted you. I know this is unfair and I'm so sorry princess, but I can't ignore my feelings any longer. Jean can't possibly be the man you want, the man you deserve. But I can. I promise to take the chance if you just give me another opportunity, and I'll do everything in my power to make you proud. You’re my best friend, my favorite person in the whole universe and I'm determined to be the person you need. I love you [☆].”

“Ony” you huffed, feeling as if all air was being vacuumed out of your lungs at his confession.

“Please. Lemme show you how much I love you.” He whispered, closing the distance that separated you. “Please” He captured your lips, his usual sweet taste with a hint of spiciness from the weed clouding your thoughts. Oh, how you missed this. Missed him. The kiss was intimate and familiar, the passion growing with each second. Ony’s hands roamed your body, gripping the soft flesh of your thighs before traveling to your ass, taking pleasure in the soft moan you let out, and using the opportunity to slip his tongue past your lips. On instinct, your hips rocked down onto him.

“Fuck, baby. I missed you” He groaned, flipping you onto your back.

“Ony we can’t” You huffed, despite the wetness growing in between your thighs. God he looked so good. His muscles bulged as he took his shirt off, your eyes trailed down his torso, mouth watering at the prominent v-line peeking from his low sitting sweats.

“Do you want this? Yes, or no?” His tongue traced lazy patterns on your skin as he littered your neck with kisses.

“Ony I-”

“Yes or no [☆]?” He nipped on your earlobe, hand dipping below the waistband of your leggings.

“Fuck, Ony” his hand slipped beneath the thin fabric of your thong, fingers slipping through your folds. Gathering your arousal before circling your clit in tight circles. “Yes, please”

“Then shut up and lemme show you how much I love you” He murmured as he undressed you. Replacing his fingers with his tongue, he lapped at your folds like a starved man, his tongue repeatedly flicking your clit. “Missed you so fucking much. Don't ever give my pussy away again. You hear me?” He muttered, sliding two digits past your entrance. The action was easy with how wet you were.

“Ony” Your thighs threatened to close around his head.

“Answer me or I'm stopping” He slowed his movements, leaving you needy.

“It's yours. I'm yours pa, I promise” Your legs shook as he continued to give you slow strokes, the addition of another finger having you seeing stars. “O-Ony wait” You panted, attempting to push his head away but he refused to let up on your pussy, never wanting to stop till he and his couch were soaked in your essence as he lapped at your clit.

“Ony I’m so-fuck I'm so close” Your words encouraged him to speed up as he repeatedly hit the spongy spot of your walls. “Ony” Your walls clenched around his fingers, leaving little room for his fingers to continue as you reached your peak.

Despite your thighs tightening around his head he continued his assault on your pussy. It wasn't until he was finally satisfied with slurping up your arousal, that he pulled away pressing gentle kisses on your throbbing clit as he pulled his soaked fingers out of your walls.

“Missed you so much” He mumbled, giving you the nastiest kiss ever, your arousal all over his lower face.

“I missed you too”

“Yeah?” He grabbed your hips, positioning you on all fours.

“Ony” You whined, pout forming on your lips as you looked back. His dick standing tall now that it was no longer confined. God, please let me have feeling in my legs tomorrow.

“I know you ain't think I was done. You played in my face and let another nigga hit and think I'm not finna put you back in your place? Nah, both you and this pussy need a reminder of who you belong to” He slid his dick through your folds, your cream acting as lube.

“Matter a fact” He lined up at your entrance just as your phone started ringing ‘Jean baby’ flashing on the bright screen.

“Lemme show this nigga too.”

first time ever writing smut nd even though it was short it took me foreverrr but i think it turned out okay. also so sorry for all my Jean girlies out there lol. anyways i hope you enjoyed nd any feedback is greatly appreciated. mwah

[jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd]

NSFW AoT boys x reader and how they would respond to trying “No Nut November”

no nut november

ft: eren, connie, levi, jean, erwin, porco, zeke, armin

cw: smut ? but it’s pretty tame- not really descriptive

18+ MDNI NSFW

eren thinks no nut november is stupid and a made up thing meant to make virgins feel better about themselves. he doesn’t care about participating it in it. especially when he has you. eren doesn’t make it past the first day of november without tearing your clothes off and finishing inside of you.

connie’s pretty into no not november- mainly because of destroy dick december. despite being a yearly player, he never makes it through the month successfully. what fails him this year is you in a pair of black leggings- he can’t help it. he begs you to let him fuck you and you give in, november claiming yet another loser.

when you brought the idea up to levi, he scoffed. he thinks it’s the most ridiculous thing in the world and he won’t be partaking. he’s going to fuck you whenever and wherever if you’ll let him. he cuts the conversation short by pulling you onto his lap, mumbling something like “i’d fail over and over when it comes to you” into your ear.

jean insists that no nut november is easy, that you just have to have control. and he claims he does. he does pretty good for the first week, you’ll give him that. determined to make him fail, you start sleeping in just a small shirt and underwear. jean cant stand your teasing anymore and decides to fuck you raw after a particularly tough day, november claiming another victim.

erwin takes it a little too seriously. he’s never heard of it until you brought it up to him the other day. interested, he decides to partake in it. and he fucking exceeds, much to your dismay. but as soon as december strikes, he doesn’t waste a minute more. he rams into you for hours with an ungodly amount of stamina for someone who was just practicing abstinence.

zeke thinks it’s a fun idea, as long as you join him in it. thinking it’ll be easy, you agree. turns out you both spend the entirety of november teasing the fuck out of each other, each being too stubborn to lose. zeke makes it a week before he’s quite literally on his knees begging you to get him off.

armin would like to try it. he doesn’t make you participate. he just does it to see how strong-willed he is. but that doesn’t stop him from getting you off. not being able to cum means not being able to fuck you, and he can’t stand it. so he eats you and fingers you daily, making sure you’re getting off. he can’t keep his hands to himself.

porco’s too confident in his ability to make it through the month. it’s all fun and games until he wakes up in the middle of the night with a throbbing boner. not thinking, he gently wakes you up and you two wind up having sex. it’s not until you’re cuddling after does he realize that he’s just lost.

reiner says fuck that. he won’t be participating. he hates the idea so much. you’re his girlfriend and if he wants to fuck you, he will. just for the hell of it, he pushes you up against a wall everyday, slamming you full of his cum. if this is no nut november, you’d hate to see destroy dick december. or love it.

bertholdt wants to partake in it for the ‘nostalgia’ of it all. but ultimately, he caves in because the desire for you is too great. you make him fail by wearing a low cut shirt and nonchalantly bending over to grab something, revealing too much cleavage. you wind up on your knees with his fingers in your hair.

please check out my jean fic 🤍

[morcez]

You should probably be ashamed of your current situation but here you are, sitting on your boss's lap on his desk chair, making out like you two are the last people on earth. One hand rests on the small of your back while his other huge hand is cupping your cheek. His huge office is empty with the only sound being faint echos of your lips smacking and shuffling of bodies. His kisses were slow and passionate, it felt like you were on a romantic honeymoon kissing your true love and not a whore secretary making out with her hot boss. Amid your euphoria, he pulls back in a hurry.

“Shit.” He says “My meeting.”

You look at him with wide eyes. You forgot the reason you were in his office was to remind him that he has a meeting with new employers. You laugh at his appearance. your lipstick smeared all over his lips, hair ruffled, tie loose, collar on his shirt lifted up and his glasses crooked on his face.

“What’s so funny?” he asks raising a skeptical brow. “You don’t look so great either.” smirk written on his face.

He was right. You hair was messed up, your clothes were wrinkled and there was a big purple mark that he had left on your neck. You grab a tissue off his desk and start to wipe the lipstick from his face.

“I guess we’re even then.” you say

“whatever you say baby.” 

You grab his jaw, turning it ever which way in order to scrub the lipstick off his face. His beautiful eyes lock with yours, making you lose any self control you had left. You give him peck on the lips out of admiration.

“You know what princess?” He ask

“Hm?” You hum in response 

“fuck that meeting.”

Characters: Arataka Reingen, Kento Nanami, Hiromi Higuruma, Erwin Smith, Sir Nigheye, Loid Forger ( all i can think of for rn)

[phantomsies]

𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖘 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 | 𝖆. 𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖑𝖊𝖗𝖙

spending the evening with a man who could have any girl he wants but he proves why it’s always been you…

producer/nepobaby armin, musician au, black fem reader, dancer!reader (reader is in Pole Assassins), soft sex, back scratching, lots of intimacy, slow kissing, oral sex (f. receiving) body worship, banter between armin and reader, missionary, creampie, slow build/burn (?)

I’ve been suffering from a severe case of armin brain rot lately and I’ve been missing the musician au even more!! this is a reupload from my patreon so if you read this, no you didn’t! 🫶🏾

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He’d traveled the world once over…experienced a lifetime full of adventures at only a mere two decades into his life. From sailing on yachts as a child, exploring the ocean in between piano lessons and algebra courses…to making music with his friends that would touch the lives of people in every nation and becoming a household name in the process. However, Armin Artlert’s notoriety had transcended that of just playlists and edits by adoring fans. He harbored a reputation that had come to precede him throughout his duration as an artist and internet sensation. The infamous ArminHammer was notorious for two things: iconic instrumentals and his expansive roster of women. Every girl of every variety was at his disposable..models, strippers, actresses, singers, the single mom who happened to attend one of their shows and needed a good time. He wasn’t picky nor did he allow preference to stand in the way of fulfilling his carnal desires. Make no mistake, he didn’t dog his women out or harm them..hell, if anything, he made every girl he encountered feel like a princess. Spoiling them with gifts, expensive dinners and of course, the best sex you’d ever experience! To put it even more bluntly, the man fucked like a professional..he was skilled in many areas and the bedroom happened to be the top.

But perhaps, that was the issue��he was the ideal man in every essence of the word. He’d make any lady feel as if she’d met her prince charming!..

….so how could you ever believe him when he said that you were the one he’d been searching for this entire time?

How could you possibly think that you’d be the sole object of his affection when it seemed those regards could be said of any women who’d crossed his path? Honestly, there was no definite answer to convince you otherwise. Armin was aware that you’d always kept your ear to the streets and had been informed about how he operated. That was all but confirmed when your teammate and friend began dating his childhood homie. Another infamous artist by the name of EJ the Don. Much like the woman who had founded the very group you were a part of, the Pole Assassins, EJ was seen as the proverbial leader of his own collective, Dead Boys Society and although they both despised the labels, you still respected her as such.

you could also sense that Armin held the same regard for his best friend and fellow artist. He looked up to Eren and admired how focused, driven and goal oriented he was in his craft. Most importantly though, he admired the way he loved..

EJ was never known to be a romantic nor was he known to be entrenched in the dating scene, but once he began dating your team mate, he had transitioned into an entirely different man. One that was attentive, doting and even a little jealous. He was openly affectionate with her and never thought twice about it. Gushing about her in interviews, where prior, he would’ve never even mentioned a woman besides his mom. It was that complete switch that had activated something within Armin as well. What he had been seeking in multiple girls could only be found in one place and that was with (y/n) (l/n). He’d spent all this time around you and had found himself falling deeper for you than he had anyone else. Your laugh, your energy, your spirit and kind heart had all enraptured the heart of the notorious playboy. And you couldn’t fool yourself either..you’d become smitten with him just the same…however, you were guarded. You weren’t so far deluded in the fantasy of being with him that you’d soon forgotten his reputation! You weren’t perfect by a long shot either..God knows, you’d partaken in your fair share of hookups and dated a couple of athletes just to say you did. Even so, you felt a hint of insecurity. How could you ever satisfy his cravings when he’d sampled the whole platter?! That was a question you’d soon find the answer to when you decided to spend a weekend at his home. A lofty, luxurious penthouse that overlooked the city and beaches of the sunny Miami, Florida.

it was a beautiful place and one of the many pieces of real estate owned by the Artlert conglomerate. One thing you’d come to learn about Armin was that music was nothing more than a beloved hobby. As much as he poured into his craft, his financial situation wouldn’t waver in the slightest if he were to stop today. He’d grown up with billionaires for family and that generational wealth had certainly trickled down. Regardless, it wasn’t his sole identity, hence why it’d never arise in conversation. It was blatantly obvious in his lifestyle choices but he was still that innocent, nerdy, wide eyed boy he’d always been to his core. The sensitive, kind, gentle Armin that only a select few witnessed. That was the side he wanted you to see here tonight..

so as you traipsed across the marble accented floors and art littered walls of his penthouse..all the way to his bedroom, you’d realize that you were where you belonged.

“You coming to lie down, beautiful? You’ve been in there forever.”

“Just a few more minutes, I promise! I wanna make sure I’m looking right.”

honestly, he didn’t understand all of the trouble. He’d seen you fully nude and completely clothed..you were beautiful no matter the form. Hell, you could come out in a plastic bag and pair of Timberlands and he’d still be hungry for you! He loved you dearly and nothing could dare to change that fact now! But after you two had retreated to his bedroom after an evening out on the town and he’d longed since undressed, you insisted on going to the bathroom and freshening up with a shower before retreating to bed. However, there was one more

“Well hurry up, please. I miss you..” stating in a whiny tone as he flailed himself against the mattress. Arms stretched out atop the pillow as his shirtless top half grazed the sheets. His designer boxers rubbed viciously with the silk bed linen, causing a bit of friction. Outside of the glass window pane, fell heavy droplets of pouring rain to set the already sensual mood. Electronic candles flickered in the corner and soft melodies of R&B played from the mounted television. It was certainly a vibe that you could become accustomed to. Across from where he lay, sat a half empty bottle of Modavi and two glasses that had been previously filled with the liquid. You were both feeling a bit tipsy from the substances coursing your veins so it was apparent what the mood was for the evening. He couldn’t bear to wait a moment longer and fortunately for him, you didn’t keep him held up. Because it was as he was getting ready to lie back down, he’d hear the faint tapping of footsteps against the tile and be greeted with a sight that would soothe his soul and sore eyes alike…

“Well I’m sorry to keep you waiting ..” flashing him a cheeky smile in regards to his earlier comment. Instantly, his jaw fell slack and his top half arose from the bed to examine you over.

“Oh my—you look—…. damn, I can’t even talk. You got me speechless, girl.”

sending you into a fit of giggles as you showed off your ensemble for him. A sheer white, lace two piece with garters that wrapped your thick thighs, a thong that was swallowed up by those round cheeks and a bra that accentuated your voluptuous breasts..causing them to sit upright. You were glistening with oil, and that luscious brown skin shimmered in the candlelight. Those forty inches of black curls were styled into an updo atop your head, along with that diamond necklace he had procured for you a few weeks ago. Even this was a first for Armin..he’d spent his fair share of evenings with the ladies but it always involved moments of rushed disrobing and him trying to get in their pants as quickly as possible. He didn’t waste time with lingerie or fancy frills because the goal was to grant her the best sex possible. Of course, he obtained gratification from this as well..but sometimes, he craved more. More than just the act of sex itself…it was intimacy he desired. The subtle touches and little gestures that helped to curate that special moment..he wanted to take his time and give you an experience that you’d soon yet forget.

“..then I guess it was worth the trouble..” his reaction elicited a light chuckle as you veered over to the bed, crawling onto the mattress and into the embrace of your precious lover. It was warm, inviting almost…strangely enough, an unwavering sense of safety crept over you as well. All of those previous thoughts of insecurity and jealousy seemed to dissipate once his hands coiled your body. He’d pull you in a little closer, squeeze you a little tighter and when his lips finally clashed with your own, every worry that had plagued either of your worlds were mere afterthoughts.

“God, you’re so beautiful..I swear you wear the hell out of everything you put on..”

“You’re too charming for your own good, you know that? It’s gon’ get you in trouble one day.”

“I like the sound of that.”

the tender and humorous moment was shared underneath the flickering candlelight as your flesh melded into one. Sitting upright in a cross legged position, your calves coiled his lower back and your arms cradled the back of his neck. Meanwhile, his hands resided around your waist and maintained a firm grip. He could hear your sentiment but even he grew skeptical at times. He often worried would his past elude him and ruin any potential future he could procure with you. All of his other prospects were nothing more than fleeting memories now. Even for someone as confident and skilled as Armin was, he experienced any other emotion just the same..maybe even more. Regardless, you’d continue to quell his anxiety and ease any doubt in his mind that you were leaving anytime soon. With those soft touches and gentle kisses, slowly but surely, you’d melt away all that rattled his mind. Eventually, your tongues would find home within one another’s mouths, initiating a series of sloppy pecks in process. It was then that you’d also begin to feel the thin straps of that top gliding down your shoulder blade. He just wanted to make you feel the best you had in a long time and he’d take as long as he needed to fulfill that obligation. He owed it to you for all of the insurmountable love you’d given him.

“Armin…baby..”

a faint whisper escaped your now freed lips as he latched onto your neck following the broken kiss. He’d gently suckle on that deep colored flesh and leave a trail of pecks along your jugular vein, even along your earlobe…it was there that he’d merely nip at the skin and whisper into it. Which sent a barrage of tingles all over your body.

“Yes, sweetheart? Something on your mind?”

“Ahh—“ “..words, baby. Let me hear that shit.”

that lilt in his tone, a clear indicator that he was going to relentlessly tease you from here on out. You always became so anxious when he did but the buildup made the actual moments all the more worth it. “You can tell me anything you want, pretty girl. This is all for you..your space. Whatever you say…I’ll do it.” His words serve to entice you further, which took little to no effort at all. You were already sucked in with no chance of being free of his clutches anytime soon. As for your requests, it was easy.

“Just…make me feel good, please..make love to me..”

it was a definite statement; one he understood loud and clear. Now wasn’t the time to be prideful or allow his ego to cloud his perception. Rather than showing off, Armin wanted to fully submit himself to you and to the cause of giving you whatever your heart…and body desired. With that, you’d find yourself shrouded in another round of kisses, this time along your shoulder blades and eventually to those soft breasts. Gently kneading them between his fingertips, he’d circle the buds with his thumb and watch as they’d grow erect. “Mmmm..” “..that feels good, sweetheart?” Following his question with a whimpering nod as you examined his movements. He’d gently squeeze them together and massage them all over, just to make you feel more at ease. He always did love how supple and perky they were..how they sat so perfectly in your tops or dresses. He’d learned to view the female body as more than just a vessel of pleasure but instead, for the work of art it is. You were his divine masterpiece..his treasure and he wanted to appreciate every single square inch of your physique. Even the areas you didn’t exactly appreciate yourself…

“Good..I know how sensitive they are but that’s okay. I’ll be gentle.” Chuckling at your very visible reactions of having your nipples played with. It was your most erogenous area and he knew it’d only be a matter of time before you became even more aroused. That much was indicated by the way you ground your clothed slit into the mattress. (Y/N) eventually tossed your head back, rolling it onto your shoulders and emitting a sharp gasp. An expected reaction to all of the sensual friction and stimulation. None of which was lost on Armin. He’d shift a bit in his own positioning, attempting to conceal that obvious erect. This was a fine solely for your pleasure and needs. His urges could wait as far as he was concerned. He was determined to prove that he was fully and utterly devoted to you right now. The sounds of melodic love songs and pouring rain would continue to serve as the soundtrack to this precious moment. Right along with your sweet moans and his subtle grunts. You’d glance down to see the rising tent within his boxers as he began to lap all over your areolae and suckle on your brown buds. “Your tits are so perfect, angel. I love them so much..I love all of you. Every single part..” Constantly doting as he persisted..that’s when you’d reach down and grasp for that sheathed cock but he’d be equally as quick to stop you.

“Ignore it, okay? Right now is about you. I’m focused on making you feel good, just like I promised. You don’t need to do a thing.” This was what you appreciate about your man. He had such a calm, gentle demeanor. Something people would often mistake as sensitive or meek. But in the same vein, he could harness that into a dominant, masculine energy that required no assertiveness. You felt safe..secure within that space. You felt comfortable submitting yourself fully to him.

“It’s like you're everything I’ve ever prayed for..I’m so lucky.” Akin to that of a groom bedding his bride on the night of their wedding, Armin would lie his precious girl flat against the mattress and begin his descent down your body. Examining each line, touching each bump and worshiping every curve as if they were a gift from the heavens above. They certainly weren’t things that he took for granted. Especially when he finally made home with that divine center…spreading open your trembling thighs; courtesy of the gentle kisses and drawn out licksthat had been peppered all over your belly. “Mmmm…I love when you touch me like this. You always know what to do..” placing his thumbs along your pantyline, he’d rub your hips before placing two fingertips along the seat of your bottoms. “Of course, I told you…I’ll do whatever you want. All you gotta do is say it.” Naturally, the entire area was soaked and only accruing more stickiness the more he stroked your clothed bud. In an attempt to increase the friction and pleasure riddling your body, Armin would hone in on the clit and massage it until he felt you shaking in his grasp.

“Oh my God..” “Rub your nipples for me, sweetheart. I wanna see you get there so bad but I don’t want to rush..not right now.” Finally, he’d cease his teasing and peel back that thin layer of fabric, revealing your plump mound and lips, along with that swollen clit. You were practically throbbing and the second he grazed your skin, you’d instinctively contract. Those juices were already leaking before he could even think to touch or lap at the area. Meanwhile, you’d pinch and pull at the now stiffened buds on your chest, writhing in the sheets as you chewed at your lip. “You’re so cute when you make that face.” Chuckling whilst teasing the hard little pearl that had caused your entire body to heat up. “Aw, you just want that nut, don’t you, baby?” “Fuck—uh, yes..please.” Immediately shuttering at the idea of ruining such a sensual moment with profanity. However, Armin didn’t mind at all. In fact, it further encouraged him to get you there. “I know you do…I wanna give it to you so bad too..”

Normally, this was an opportunity he’d utilize to tease you relentlessly. Holding out on providing you with your orgasm, making you wait before he even made the slightest of movements…all of it in an attempt to get you riled up. Right there on the edge until you finally broke, all but pleading with him to give you what you wanted. But tonight?

“Ahh!—haaaa..yes..” “Uh, fuck…lemme taste you…please lemme eat this puss—“ his words trailing off into mere whiny drabble as his lips made home on your lower ones. Immediately, those pretty blue eyes of his were fixated on you as he delved into your center. The sounds of slurping and whimpering emitting from his mouth and only growing louder. With your legs parted on each side, (y/n) grasped the top of Armin’s head; clawing at those shaggy blonde curls whilst grinding yourself against his face. “Arminnnn…oh my gosh…right there.” Those moans would draw out into a high pitched wail. One that caused your legs to tremble and nearly retract around his head. But alas, that just wasn’t possible. With one fell swoop and only a single hand, he’d pin your thighs back and continue devouring your cunt. As his opposite one was preoccupied with stroking his own shaft. It was something about your scent, flavor and your sex that got him all aroused. Nonetheless, Armin would resume his feast..flicking gently on your clit, sucking your plump lips and even shoving a digit into your tight hole. Only coming up for air to check in on you..

“Something on your mind, pretty girl? Talk to me..”

“N—need you…need you in me so bad…oh fuck..”

although the sentence was a bit incoherent, your desires were heard loud and clear. Although Armin loved the idea of relentlessly teasing you, he also wasn’t much in the way of restricting you from your happiness either. If that was what you wanted, he was elated to fulfill the request. In what seemed to almost be a slight of hand movement, he’d maneuver and rise from where he was laying and would scoop your legs up in the process. He’d position them straight in the air and pin them together. Eventually placing them over his shoulder. “You need me? You want it that bad, sweetheart?” Cooing and questioning with a rhetorical tone. Meanwhile, he was hovering above you, positioned on his knees whilst that cock head teased against your slit. He already knew the answer and as far as he was concerned, it was yours. But he needed to hear you say it. Not just for the consensual aspect, but because it was what he’d been waiting for all along. Hearing you beg, plead and whimper for him….this entire time, he’d been so used to your independent nature, that there was rarely an instance where you relied on him. You were so far capable of handling your own, that he or no other man were truly necessary in your daily way of life. But right here…in this moment, in this bedroom and this space the two of you had curated together..

“Y-yes, please!..I need you. I can’t take it..”

he was your everything. Your one and only sole object of affection. With your gazes fixated on one another, you’d nod your head and coo to one another, whimpering until suddenly—

“Yeah?” “Mmmm…please!”

you’d feel that stiffened, aching cock glide between your warm, silky folds and remained nestled there whilst he gathered his footing. Normally, he’d take an opportunity to perhaps gloat or be cocky. Fucking you with a giant grin on his face, making your pleasure a second priority. But alas, he’d never be so arrogant or foolish right now..because only moments later, his head had rolled back on his shoulders and as he remained nestled within you, he’d release a heavy gasp. He couldn’t maintain his eye contact when you felt this good. Your pussy resembled that of a warm blanket or hug..inviting him in and never wanting to pull away. However, he’d refrain from such lewd obscenities and fill your head with more loving compliments instead. As you’d lie there, awaiting his next move, you’d feel a hand planted into the center of your tummy and his hips beginning to buck forward..gently pounding into you.

“Oh God…yes..I love the way you feel, baby. You’re so warm.. ‘s so good..”

meanwhile, all he could do was howl it to the air because he knew that if he even took so much as even a glance in your direction, his load would be buried three inches into your womb right now. He was adamant of taking his time because all of his undivided and full attention; along with every second he could spare…belonged to you. He was all yours, hopelessly to a fault. He had released fear..anxiety or the shame that came with being madly in love.

“Ahhh…Armin..right there..please don’t stop..”

“I know, baby. I know…I can feel you squeezing me, that’s your spot, isn’t it?”

it was a given..not only had your body become riddled with ecstasy but he could tell by the way you pawed at his abs that he’d reached that core. Smacking sounds had arisen from the creamy mess he’d made of your lower half. Sucking his teeth, Armin finally garnered the strength to peer down at you and once he did, he nearly lost all control and restraint. His strokes would become a little faster and stretch your tight little cunt in the process. Your legs, that once made home on his shoulders, were now pinned back nearly behind your head. A position he was certain you had no issue maintaining. Even so, it didn’t stop your from crying out to him..heaving and whimpering. He was worried that perhaps, he hadn’t regulated his own strength. But rather than an expression of pain, you were smiling!..grinning from ear to ear with tears rolling down your face. It was a sign that you were in complete climatic bliss.

“Y-yes..you're in my spot, baby. And it feels so fucking good…nobody can make me feel like this..” eventually reaching down to stroke your sensitive bud to aid in the pleasure. That gave him all the confirmation he needed to persist, even when he felt he’d reach his breaking point sooner rather than later. Breaking into a smile of his own, Armin would resume his deep thrusts, this time with a bit more speed and rhythm. His hips would roll fluidly as he pushed in and out; dragging more of your juices and secretions along with him. He felt as if he could conquer the world when you said things like that. “That’s right, sweetheart..I know it’s a lot but I know you’re the only one who can handle it..who can take this dick like it’s nothing.”

those words cause you to twitch and grip him even tighter. In that moment, he nearly faltered but it was also in that instance that the two of you established full blown eye contact and mere seconds later, your lips had met in a passionate crash. Only after you exchanged doting words.

“..I love you. I love you so much, (y/n)..”

“I love you too, baby! Oh my gosh, please don’t stop.”

the bed had begun to jolt against the wall whilst his tattooed knuckles gripped the headboard. Eventually, he’d collapse fully into your grasp, relinquishing this idea of full control and allowing himself to be a part of the moment. No need to establish dominance or submission..who was the better lover or even what past partners had done. But instead, embracing each other and becoming one. One body, one soul and one heart. You’d wrap your arms and legs around his frame as he continued feeding you those strokes..his face buried into the crook of your neck and your hands clawing his inked up back.. You’d coo into his ear, listening to his whimpers and inform him that it was okay for him to let go. That he didn’t have to hold back so that he could appear as this strong guy with tons of stamina. You took it as a compliment that he could go for that long, honestly..it was a far cry from his past hookups, that was for certain!..but so much more was at stake here than merely who reached their orgasm first. It was about sharing in ecstasy and concealing your love with a special moment.

“You wanna come, angel? You can if you’re ready, no need to hold back..”

“Come with me, please..same time, okay?”

declaring so confidently as you heaved into one another’s ears. He’d agree and mere seconds later, that speed and pace had reached maximum heights and it felt as if he were hammering into you. “F-fuck!..” “Shit!..I’m coming, sweetheart!..coming for y—“ it was in that exact moment, that it felt as if the world was shattering for the both of you. That something inside of your bodies had essentially broken and neither of you could hold back. Both of your eyes shoot wide open before they shut and you’d embrace each other for comfort. Your juices had splattered all over his cock and his warm seed had completely coated the inside of your womb.. neither of you could even function at this point. Just reduced to mindless babble and tears. He’d finally rise from your neck and greet you with disheveled hair, a beet red face and a toothy grin. Along with those fallen tears.

“C’mere..I need a kiss..”

“Of course..”

your soft features and brown eyes met his and the two of you collided with one last declaration of adornment. Lips and tongues meeting in a fit of desperation. Desperation to never be apart again. For as long as you were both of this world, you’d spend every waking moment wanting to be together. And there wasn’t a single thing that could break that.

“You have no idea how much you mean to me..I just want us to be like this forever. I love you..” and you’d cling to every single word. Knowing that they rang true, now more than ever. Stroking his head as he lies on your chest. There were times that Armin figured that he’d never find his one and only..that he was destined to be a bachelor until he left this earth and he was adamant that one woman couldn’t possibly supplement for having his fill of multiple.

“And we can stay just like this…I’m not going anywhere.”

but it was nights like this..that reminded him that he was exactly where he needed to be!

[pennylanewrites]

when we were young [levi ackerman]

now playing: when we were young - adele

tags: fluff, old levi reminiscing, established relationship, flashback, canonverse, mentions of violence (non-graphic)

levi didn’t mind getting old, not really. he didn’t care for the deep smile lines or the wrinkles around his eyes. however, he did mind that he couldn’t pick his wife up and carry her to bed with ease anymore. he especially hated that his knee would still buckle if he didn’t use that bloody cane to get across a room.

levi ackerman, for the first time in his fifty-five years of life, had managed to nick himself while shaving. you stepped into the bathroom to grab something, eyes wide at the stream of blood running down his neck.

“what happened?” you were quick to grab the first-aid kit from the cabinet, eyes panning at him.

“i was just shaving, keep it down.” he rolled his eyes, sitting at the edge of the tub. he unbuttoned his shirt, already stained at the collar, and discarded it on the floor.

you looked down at him with a smile. his muscles were still there, though much less defined. the scars from his youth, long healed, a painful reminder of what he had been through.

you dabbed alcohol on a cotton pad before sitting down on his good leg.

“this is pretty deep, levi.” you muttered. he winced when the alcohol came in touch with the cut on his cheek, his fingers pressing against your waist.

“my hand still shakes sometimes.” he looked down at his three remaining fingers with a sigh. the nerves were all messed up, but he was insistent on using that hand for everything still.

“it’s okay, old man. i’ll shave you from now on.” you chuckled, cleaning up the dried-up blood from his jaw.

“you know what this reminds me of, brat?”

levi’s brows were furrowed, a scowl permanently etched in his features as you tried to make him sit down.

“captain, your face is full of blood.”

“it’s not mine.”

“some of it is yours.”

you weren’t really sure what had happened. it was all so fast. a soldier calling you a slut, you punching him, him slapping you back. that’s when levi had stepped in.

you finally managed to get levi to sit down, opening the first-aid kit beside you on his desk.

“he shouldn’t have slapped you.” was all he muttered before getting up again. you brought your hands to his shoulders, pushing him down with all the force you could muster.

“hey! let someone help you for once.” gray eyes shot up at yours, growing wide when you sat down on his knee to keep him in place. he didn’t utter a single word as you cleaned his face up with a damp towel, not even wincing when you dabbed alcohol against his busted lip.

he realised he didn’t particularly mind your breath fanning against his cheek, or your hair falling in his eyes. he certainly didn’t mind you shuffling on his lap, like you weren’t his soldier and he your captain.

“you’re sitting on me.” he said, more like an acknowledgment. you panicked and tried to get up, but levi’s arms wrapped around your hips. “thanks.”

“for sitting on you?” a smile played on your lips in the dimly-lit office, “captain.” you added, to be safe.

“don’t call me captain like that.”

“like what?”

“you’re making it dirty.”

“what does it remind you of, captain?” you shook levi out of his thoughts. he wrapped his arms further around your waist, pulling you closer. he knew you remembered the same thing.

“almost thirty years later, you’re still cheeky.”

“it never goes away.” you sighed, leaning down to peck his lips.

in his memory, he was lifting you up with one arm to plop you down on the desk and kiss you. in the present, you had to pull him up carefully and hand him his cane.

levi didn’t mind, though. some parts of him still worked just fine.

[mommypieck]

⌗︙・cold & goofy boyfriends while cuddling ⸜⸜・

jjk & aot

cold cuddly boyfriends

these kinds of boyfriends try to make it seem like they hate cuddling but in reality they are super clingy. he lays next to you, scoffing you when you say you want to cuddle. you're used to this kind of behavior but it pisses you off and you turn around. he watches you, knowing he's done something bad. arms snake around your waist and he buries his head into your neck.

"im so sorry." he mumbles into your hair. he's holding you as if he never wants to let you go and you fall asleep tangled with each other. when you wake up, his body is on top of yours. he's snoring peacefully, head laying on your chest.

"time to wake up." you say, shaking him lightly. he groans, cuddling deeper and your body.

"i don't want to." he buries his head into your chest.

- megumi, levi, jean, nanami, geto, eren

goofy cuddly boyfriends

"my love." he yells, planting himself on top of you.

"i have to study." you whine but you put your arms around him. he cuddles into your arms right away. he feels the safest like this. you can almost feel yourself suffocating under his weigh and he understands, propping himself above your body. his hand grazes your cheek, pinching the fat and making you laugh. he plops down next to you, pulling you on top of him. his lips kiss your neck softly before kissing all around your face. he lets you lay on top of him while he rests. you always fall asleep like this and even you wake up, your bodies are a knot. don't ever try leaving the bed because he won't let you. he finds comfort in your embrace and being with you like this is better than 100 christmases at once.

- yuuji, gojo, yuuta, armin, erwin, inumaki

[aurasy3ag3r]

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐂.𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

☆ summary : Its finals week your stressed so you call the only person who can help you, Connie the campus plug. The same plug who you have a mutual 'crush' with.

☆ pairings : plug connie x blackfem reader.

☆ wc : 800

con I'm outside.

You stared at the message that lit up your phone screen. It's finals week, so why not treat yourself to some bud? So who else do you call.. Constance—Connie for short—he has been your plug for about a year and a half now. You met at one of Erens Frat parties; he's also Sashas best friend, so you were bound to meet him at some point. He's also the man who introduced you to weed

Past

"You want some?" You shook your head; weed was something you told yourself you’d never try. "First time?" You nodded, and Connie chuckled. "Ain’t nothing to worry about mami. This weed is all good." Connie took one last hit before holding it near your mouth so you could take a hit too. Maybe just this once? It can’t hurt you that much, and this man was very convincing. Fuck it. You inhaled the smoke and immediately started coughing. Connie took the blunt out of your mouth and began softly patting your back. "It’s okay mama, just breathe." You continued to cough, and Connie handed you his cup so you could take a sip. "Fuck… how long until it starts to hit?" Connie exhaled while chuckling in your face. "You barely took a hit, so you’ll be fine." You drank the rest of Connie’s juice while he continued to softly pat your back. "Connie, what’re you doing to my roommate? She’s a good girl." Connie rolled his eyes at Sasha’s comment. "I’m not gonna ruin her; she’s still a good girl." You rolled your eyes, and Connie patted your waist.

Present

You walked out of your dorm in your pajama shorts, ironically wearing Connie’s hoodie and some slides that he bought you. Connie was on his phone, not paying attention until you tapped on his window. "Open the door, it’s so cold." Connie unlocked the door and immediately locked it again once you got in. "Maybe because you’re wearing those little ass shorts, got your whole ass out." You rolled your eyes, and Connie went back to rolling up a blunt. "I haven’t seen you in a while, what’s up with you?" You shrugged, not knowing what Connie was talking about. "Connie, I saw you like two weeks ago, and it's finals week you already know." Connie copied your actions and shrugged his shoulders. "So? You only wanna see me when you want weed". You giggled and connie rolled his eyes licking the blunt, making sure it was perfect for you. "How much do I owe you?" Connie handed you the blunt and his lighter while shaking his head. "We’re sharing it, so it’s free." Connie studied you as you lit up the blunt and took the first hit.

"You’re so far. Com'ere." Connie patted his thigh, so you climbed over to him. "This my hoodie?" You nodded, and Connie smiled; he loved seeing you in his clothes. Connie’s hand snaked around your waist, giving you a light squeeze. "You gonna be at Eren’s party this weekend?" Connie nodded, handing you back the blunt. "Gotta sell some product." You hummed, caressing Connie’s soft face. "I don’t wanna go, Eren’s parties are wack." Connie chuckled. If it wasn’t for Eren’s wack parties, you wouldn’t have met. "Stay in your dorm; I’ll come stay the night after I’m done there." You hummed while Connie caressed your waist.

"How are your finals going?" Connie lifted your head from his chest, giving you back the blunt, but you shook your head, signaling him to put it out. "They’ve been okay. I was studying for my last one when I texted you. How are yours going?" Connie took a minute before he replied. "I’ve been stressed mami, but I know that I can pass." You smiled, hearing Connie talk about himself and his abilities that way. "When we pass, let’s celebrate and get some ice cream." Connie kissed your lips repeatedly while you giggled in between each kiss. "I gotta get back to studying." You and Connie pouted like little kids, but he let you go without a fight. He opened the driver’s door for you so you didn’t have to climb back over to the passenger side. "Bye, papa." You gave Connie one more kiss before closing his door. Connie rolled down his window to hand you another pre-roll because why not. "Connie, I ain’t paying for this." He chuckled while rolling his eyes. "I wasn’t planning on charging you, but if you don’t kiss me again, you’re gonna have to pay."

"You’re so annoying." You gave Connie a few more kisses before walking back to your dorm building. Connie stayed parked until you walked in and texted him that you were inside your room.

yn I’m in my room.

Thank you.

con Of course mama.

I’ll see you this weekend.

☆ an; HAVENT WROTE FOR AOT IN A WHILE and ik this is short but gonna post p3 of love talk soon but will also be deleting 90s love from all platforms since I don't know where to take it sorry yall

[debussy42]

how bitter it must be, to love someone who belongs to the world first.

Levi exhales sharply, his grip on you tightening like he’s trying to hold you together with nothing but the force of his hands. His expression is unreadable, but his eyes—they betray him. Dark, stormy, filled with something raw and aching.

“You think I don’t want to come back?” His voice is low, hoarse, barely above a whisper. “You think I don’t wish I could promise you that?”

You look away, unable to bear the weight of his gaze. “But you can’t,” you murmur, voice cracking. “No one can.”

He clenches his jaw. “Then why does it have to be you?” His voice is rough now, almost desperate. “Why do you have to be another name carved into a stone, another ghost that never got the chance to live?”

You laugh softly, a bitter sound. “Because there’s nothing for me here, Levi.” You lift your gaze, searching his, your own filled with tears. “Because no one stays. Because even you—” your breath shudders “—even you belong to humanity first.”

Levi flinches like you’ve struck him. His lips part, but nothing comes out. He looks lost for a moment, like he’s fighting something inside himself, something he can’t name.

And then, something breaks.

His hands come up to your face, calloused fingers trembling as they cradle you, thumbs brushing away the tears you didn’t realize were still falling. His touch is hesitant, reverent, desperate.

“I don’t have the right words,” he admits, voice barely above a breath. “I don’t know how to promise you forever. I don’t know how to give you what you want.” His forehead presses against yours, his breath uneven. “But I need you to live.”

You swallow, throat tight. “Why?”

His eyes bore into yours, something shattered and yearning flickering in their depths.

“Because you’re the one thing I want to come back to.”

Your heart seizes.

Levi exhales shakily, and for the first time, you see it—fear. Not of titans, not of war, not of death. But of this. Of you. Of losing something he never let himself want.

“Stay,” he murmurs, and it is not an order. Not a demand. Not a plea wrapped in steel.

It is just him. Levi.

Raw. Open.

And utterly, devastatingly human.

Levi doesn’t move. Neither do you. The world around you—the cold air, the distant flicker of candlelight in the barracks, the muffled sounds of life beyond this room—feels impossibly far away. Like it belongs to another time, another reality. Not this one. Not here, where the space between you is no longer measured in inches but in the slow, unsteady rhythm of your breaths.

His hands are still on your face, his thumbs tracing absentminded patterns against your skin, like he’s memorizing the way you feel under his touch. Like he’s afraid you’ll slip away the moment he lets go. His forehead is still resting against yours, and you can feel the uneven warmth of his breath ghosting over your lips—too close, too much, not enough.

“Say it again,” you whisper, not even sure why you ask.

Levi exhales shakily. “Stay.”

Your hands tremble as they rise, hesitant, unsure, until your fingers brush against the edges of his cravat. Your touch is barely there, but the way he stiffens, the way his breath catches—it’s like you’ve set something ablaze inside him.

“I don’t know how,” you admit. Your voice is barely more than a breath, the words fragile, like they might break apart the moment they leave your lips. “I don’t know how to stay.”

His fingers slide from your face, trailing down until they reach your wrists, circling them with a touch that is careful and deliberate, as if anchoring you to him.

“You don’t have to know,” he murmurs. His lips brush against your forehead, the touch so fleeting you almost convince yourself it never happened. “You just have to try.”

Try.

You close your eyes, breathing in the scent of him—faint tea leaves, worn leather, the sharp, clean scent of soap. A scent that has become familiar, steady, safe.

“You’re all I have left,” you whisper, the admission slipping past your lips before you can stop it.

Levi flinches, just slightly, but his grip on your wrists tightens. “You’re not losing me,” he says, and there is something fierce, unwavering in the way he says it.

Your heart clenches, something inside you cracking at the weight of his words, at the depth of his resolve. He’s not making empty promises. He’s not saying the things you want to hear just to keep you from running.

He means it.

And that terrifies you more than anything.

Because what if he’s wrong?

What if you lose him anyway?

Your throat tightens. You can feel the sting of fresh tears threatening to spill, but Levi sees them before they fall. His expression softens, just enough to let the cracks in his own walls show. And then, slowly, carefully, he lifts one of your hands, pressing it against his chest, right over his heart.

The steady thump-thump beneath your palm is grounding. Real.

“I’m right here,” he murmurs, his voice rough with something he doesn’t have the words for.

Something between a promise and a plea.

You inhale shakily, pressing your palm against him just a little harder, like you’re afraid his heart might stop beating if you let go.

And then, Levi moves.

Slowly, deliberately, he leans in—closer, closer—until the space between you vanishes entirely. His lips brush against yours, just barely, not quite a kiss, not quite anything at all. Just there, lingering, uncertain, waiting.

A silent question.

Your answer comes in the way your fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt, in the way you tilt your chin up ever so slightly, in the way your breath hitches but you don’t pull away.

And then, finally, his lips press fully against yours.

It’s not urgent. Not desperate. Not the kind of kiss stolen in the heat of battle, with fear clinging to every breath.

It is something far more fragile.

Far more dangerous.

It is slow, hesitant, filled with all the things neither of you have ever been allowed to say out loud.

You feel the way he lingers, the way he takes his time, as if memorizing the shape of your lips against his. As if he’s trying to make this moment last forever. As if he’s afraid that the second he pulls away, you’ll slip through his fingers like sand.

And you—

You kiss him like he’s the only thing tethering you to this world. Like you’re still terrified, but for the first time, there is something in this life worth fearing for.

By the time you break apart, you’re both breathless, your foreheads resting together once more, your hands still clinging to each other like a lifeline.

Levi is the first to speak, his voice barely above a whisper.

“You’re not allowed to die before me.”

It is not an order.

It is not a plea.

It is a vow.

And for the first time in a long, long time—

You want to believe it.

[ayumigotabittoolonely]

Stay alive, that's an order

Synopsis : After a brutal battle, Levi finds you barely hanging on,and he’s pissed. You ignored his order to stay alive, and now he’s stuck between anger and relief, trying not to show how bad it actually scared him. (You aren't death don't worry)

Warning ⚠️ : hurt / comfort, angst , mentions of death and violence, some graphic details. Spelling mistakes

Pairings : levi Ackerman x reader

Words count : 14k+!

“They’re all dead.”

The words hit like a blade to the gut. You tightened your grip on your ODM gear, knuckles turning white as the scout delivered the grim report.

Five teams. Five entire teams, wiped out before they even had a chance to fight.

Your squad stood in stunned silence outside the walls, the wind carrying the distant, guttural roars of Titans. The plan had been simple,split into units, clear the Titans blocking the eastern route, and secure a safe path for the retreating supply wagons. But now…

Five teams were gone.

“Shit,” someone whispered.

Your heart pounded as you turned to Levi. He stood at the front, arms crossed, eyes shadowed by his lowered head. His silence was far more terrifying than anything else.

Then, finally, he spoke. “Change of plans.” His voice was steel. “We don’t retreat. We finish what they started.”

Your stomach twisted, but you nodded. There was no running now,not when their deaths would be in vain.

Levi’s sharp gaze flickered over the squad. “Stay close. Don’t do anything reckless. If you die, it better be after killing at least five Titans.”

A weak attempt at dark humor, but no one laughed.

You checked your blades, feeling the familiar weight of steel in your hands. The air was thick, suffocating, but you pushed it down. Fear wouldn’t save you. It never had.

Levi’s voice cut through the tension. “Move out.”

And with that, you launched into the air.

The moment your squad arrived, it was clear why the others had fallen.

Titans. Too many of them.

They lumbered through the ruins of what had once been an abandoned outpost, bodies crushed beneath their massive feet. You spotted at least fifteen, and those were just the ones in sight.

Your breath hitched. No way had the scouts been prepared for this.

“We’re going in,” Levi ordered, already unsheathing his blades. “YN, you take the left flank. Flank and slice, don’t linger.”

You nodded. Focus. Breathe. Kill.

The battle exploded around you.

You hooked onto a nearby rooftop, gas propelling you forward as your blade sank deep into the nape of the first Titan you reached. Blood sprayed, hot and thick, but you barely registered it as you twisted midair, avoiding the grasp of another.

Levi was a blur beside you. Effortless. Precise. Death itself.

A scream tore through the battlefield. One of your squadmates,gone in an instant.

No time to look. No time to grieve.

You cut down another Titan, barely dodging its flailing arm before moving on to the next. Your heart pounded, lungs burning as the fight stretched on.

And then

Something was wrong.

Levi’s voice snapped through your earpiece. “Regroup! NOW!”

You turned, eyes scanning for him,only to freeze.

From the treeline, a second wave of Titans emerged.

Your blood turned to ice.

You were outnumbered.

The second wave of Titans hit harder than you expected.

You barely had time to breathe before the first one lunged,massive, fast, and hungry. Your instincts kicked in, and you fired your hook into the nearest rooftop, propelling yourself into the sky just as its hand crashed down where you had stood.

“YN!” Levi’s voice cut through the chaos. You turned just in time to see him slicing through a Titan’s nape in a perfect arc, blood spraying across his uniform. His movements were precise, deadly,there was no hesitation in him.

You wished you could say the same for yourself.

You tightened your grip on your blades and dived down, slicing through another Titan just before it could grab one of your remaining squadmates. The battlefield was nothing but blood, screams, and chaos.

And then you heard it.

A scream,too close.

You whipped around just in time to see one of your comrades Lena,caught in a Titan’s grip. Her eyes locked onto yours for a split second before

CRACK.

The Titan bit down.

Your stomach lurched, bile rising in your throat as her body went limp. Gone. Just like that.

There was no time to grieve.

You forced yourself forward, moving on autopilot, dodging, slicing, killing but it was clear now.

This wasn’t a battle anymore. It was a massacre.

"Fall back!" Levi's voice rang out through the earpiece. "Regroup near the treeline!"

But you were too far. Separated.

Your gas was running low, and your muscles burned with exhaustion. You cut down another Titan, barely avoiding its grasp, when

Your wire snapped.

A Titan’s stray swipe hit your gear, sending you spiraling. Your body slammed into the roof of a broken-down building, pain exploding in your ribs. You couldn’t move.

Shit.

The ground trembled as a Titan lumbered toward you. Its mouth hung open, ready to devour, and for the first time, real fear sank into your bones.

You had no gas. No mobility. You were trapped.

Then, in a blur of black and silver

Levi.

He came down like death itself, his blades slicing through the Titan’s weak point in one clean motion. The body crashed beside you, shaking the earth, but he was already moving,ggfgrabbing you by the straps of your uniform and yanking you up.

"Can you move?" His voice was sharp, but underneath ityconcern.

You gasped, trying to steady your breath. "Yeah... just winded."

He didn't look convinced, but there was no time to argue.

More Titans were closing in.

Levi’s grip on your arm tightened.

"Stay close."

then you were moving. (Back to life)

You and Levi fought back to back, moving like two parts of the same blade.

He was ruthless, fast, untouchable. Every slice of his swords ended a life. Every move was calculated, precise.

You did your best to keep up, lungs burning as you pushed through the pain in your ribs. You weren’t as fast as himyno one wasbut you knew how to fight.

You trusted him.

And hetrusted you.

But the Titans weren’t stopping.

The second wave had turned into a flood, and your squad was gone.

It was just you and Levi now.

"We're getting surrounded," you breathed, dodging a Titan's swinging arm. "What now?"

Levi didn’t answer immediately. His sharp eyes scanned the battlefield, calculating every possible escape route, every possible failure.

Then, he made his decision.

"We cut through."

You barely had time to react before he grabbed your hand and launched forward.

You lost count of how many Titans you killed. Five? Ten? Twenty?

Your arms were numb. Your body was on fire. Your ODM gas was almost gone. (Second gear brought by levi)

And then

Your blades snapped.

The Titan in front of you lunged, and you had nothing left to fight with.

You braced for impact, but Levi was faster.

He tackled you out of the way, the two of you crashing onto a nearby rooftop. His body shielded yours from the impact.

"Dammit, YN!" His voice was harsh, but when you looked up at him,his eyes told a different story.

He wasn’t angry. He was scared.

Levi Ackerman, humanity’s strongest soldier, was scared.

For you.

You tried to push yourself up, but pain shot through your leg. You looked down,a deep gash, bleeding badly.

Shit.

You weren’t getting out of this. Not alive.

Levi knew it too. His jaw clenched, his breath ragged. You could see it in the way his hands trembled, just barely.

For the first time, you saw the man behind the soldier.

And it broke you.

"Levi..." Your voice was hoarse. "Go. Leave me."

His expression darkened. "The hell I will."

More Titans were closing in. You were both running out of time.

You grabbed his wrist, nails digging into the fabric of his uniform. "Please. If one of us has to make it out of here, it should be you."

His eyes burned into yourszanger, frustration, something deeper, something he couldn’t say.

And then,chis grip on you tightened.

"Stay alive."

His voice was lower now. Almost desperate. Raw.

"That's an order."

Your breath caught.

It wasn’t just a command. It was a plea.

Even as the world burned around you, even as death loomed closer, he was still fighting for you.

And if Levi Ackerman was willing to fight for you

You couldn’t give up.

Not yet.

Not today.

The world was nothing but blood and chaos.

Titans surrounded you, their massive shadows looming over the crumbling buildings. You could hear their heavy, labored breaths, smell the stench of rotting flesh.

Your leg was useless, your gas was running low, and your blades were broken. You were a soldier with no weapons left to fight.

But Levi was still standing.

And he wasn’t backing down.

He was a force of nature.

With a flick of his wrist, he launched forward, a blur of black and silver. His swords tore through Titan flesh with effortless precision, movements too fast for your eyes to follow.

He cut down one. Then another. Then another.

But there were too many.

A Titan lunged from the side, and for the first time Levi didn’t see it coming.

“Levi—!”

You didn’t think. You just moved.

Your body slammed into his, knocking him out of the way just as the Titan’s hand came crashing down. You hit the ground hard, pain exploding in your already battered body.

But Levi,Levi was safe.

He was on his feet instantly, blades ready, but when he turned to you his face twisted in something close to fury.

“Are you out of your goddamn mind?!” His voice was sharp, but his eyes his eyes were terrified.

He crouched beside you, checking for injuries with frantic hands. His fingers ghosted over your bleeding leg, your trembling arms. His jaw clenched when he realized how bad it was.

You laughed weakly, though there was no humor in it. “Had to save your ass at least once.”

“Shut up,” he snapped. But his voice was hoarse.

A Titan's roar echoed behind him, and his entire demeanor shifted.

The fear disappeared. The hesitation was gone.

What replaced it was cold, unrelenting fury.

He stood up, rolling his shoulders. His grip tightened around his swords, his stance lowering. Every movement screamed death.

And when he spoke his voice was lethal.

“I’ll kill them all.”

Levi Ackerman, Humanity’s Strongest Soldier

You had seen Levi fight before.

But never like this.

This was war.

He moved like a shadow, faster than your eyes could track. Every movement was precise, calculated deadly.

A Titan lunged at him he was already gone. He reappeared at its nape, his blades tearing through flesh before it even realized what had happened. Blood rained down, but he was already moving on.

Another Titan swiped at him he ducked, twisting midair, his blades slicing through its wrist before plunging straight into its weak point.

One by one, they fell.

But Levi wasn’t just fighting.

He was protecting you.

Every time a Titan got too close to your fallen form, he was there slaughtering, shielding, refusing to let them reach you.

And in that moment, you realized something.

He wasn’t fighting for humanity.

He wasn’t fighting for victory.

He was fighting for you.

Levi landed beside you, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. Blood so much blood stained his uniform, his skin, his hair.

But he wasn’t done.

He grabbed your arm, pulling you up despite your protests.

“We’re leaving.” His voice was strained, but it left no room for argument.

You tried to move, but pain shot through your leg. Your body swayed, and his grip immediately tightened.

You saw it then the brief flicker of panic in his eyes.

Levi Ackerman didn’t panic.

Levi Ackerman didn’t hesitate.

Levi Ackerman didn’t show fear.

But right now he was afraid.

For you.

You opened your mouth to say something, but then

A Titan’s shadow loomed over you.

Everything happened in a split second.

Levi turned.

The Titan lunged.

And it went for you.

Levi’s entire body reacted before his mind could.

He threw himself in front of you, blades up, but not fast enough.

The Titan’s hand swiped at him full force.

Levi went flying.

Your scream tore through the battlefield.

The Titan reached for you next.

You barely had time to process before your hands found the hilt of a fallen soldier’s blade.

You had no gas. No ODM. No strength left.

But you had this.

And if Levi was still breathing, you weren’t going to die here.

The Titan’s fingers closed around you, lifting you off the ground but your blade was already sinking into its hand.

It roared in pain, releasing you just enough for you to drive the sword straight into its eye.

It staggered. You twisted the blade deeper.

Then

A flash of silver. Again

Levi.

He was back.

Despite the blood dripping down his face, despite the pain slowing his movements he came back for you.

And with one clean strike, the Titan was dead.

The battlefield was silent.

The only sound was your ragged breathing. Levi’s labored exhales.

You collapsed to your knees, gasping, too exhausted to move.

Levi caught you before you hit the ground.

His arms wrapped around you, firm, steady,warm. His forehead rested against yours, breath shaky.

"I told you," he whispered. His voice wasn’t sharp this time. It was raw. “Stay alive.”

Your vision blurred, exhaustion finally winning.

But before the darkness took you, you felt it.

Levi’s hand, gripping yours. Desperate. Steady. Unshaken.

And then,nothing.

Pain.

That was the first thing you felt when you woke up.

It crept through your body like fire, every muscle aching, every breath sharp. The scent of antiseptic filled your nose, mixed with something warm.

You tried to move. A mistake.

A sharp gasp left your lips, your body flinching at the pain in your ribs.

Instantly,a shadow moved beside you.

"You're awake."

Levi’s voice.

But not the one you were used to.

It wasn’t sharp. It wasn’t irritated. It wasn’t barking out orders or insults.

It was quiet. Low. Tense.

Your vision cleared, and there he was.

Sitting beside your bed, arms crossed, dark circles under his eyes. His uniform was still stained with dried blood,yours and his. His hair was messier than usual, like he had run his hands through it a hundred times.

His gaze was locked onto you, intense and unreadable.

But you knew Levi.

And this was the look of a man who had just been through hell.

For a moment, neither of you spoke.

Then,Levi stood up abruptly, knocking his chair back.

“Do you have any idea how fucking stupid that was?”

The anger in his voice caught you off guard. Your throat was dry, but you still managed a weak, “Good to see you too.”

Levi didn’t laugh. He didn’t even roll his eyes.

He just stared at you.

Then he turned away, hands gripping the edge of the table so hard his knuckles turned white.

“You almost died,” he said, voice low. “Do you understand that?”

The air in the room shifted.

You swallowed, trying to ignore the sharp pain in your ribs. “Yeah. I know.”

“No. You don’t.” Levi’s jaw clenched. He took a slow, measured breath like he was trying to stop himself from breaking something.

Or maybe… from breaking himself.

You had seen Levi angry before.

You had seen him furious, ruthless, cold.

But this?

This wasn’t anger.

This was something else.

“Levi…” Your voice was softer now. “I-”

“Don’t.”

His hands trembled for just a second before he clenched them into fists. He still wasn’t looking at you.

“Do you think this is a game?” he asked. “Throwing yourself in front of me like that?”

“I wasn’t-”

“You did.” He finally turned, and his eyes

His eyes were burning.

“I could’ve handled it. I always handle it. But you-” His breath hitched, just barely. “You shoved me out of the way. And then you were on the ground. Bleeding. Barely breathing.”

You swallowed hard.

Levi took a step closer.

“You almost died,” he repeated. His voice cracked this time. “And I-”

He stopped himself.

His hands were shaking.

Levi Ackerman’s hands were shaking.

And suddenly, you understood.

This wasn’t just about you almost dying.

This was about him almost losing you.

You forced yourself to sit up hissing in pain but Levi was there immediately, pressing you back down.

“Stop moving, idiot.”

But his hands on your shoulders were too tight. Like he was scared that if he let go, you’d disappear.

You looked up at him, really looked at him.

This wasn’t Levi, Humanity’s Strongest.

This was Levi, the man who had lost too many people.

And almost lost you, too.

Your voice was quiet. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Levi’s breath hitched again. His hands didn’t move from your shoulders.

“You did,” he admitted.

That was it.

That was the moment everything changed.

Because Levi didn’t admit things like this.

He didn’t talk about fear, about loss. He didn’t let people see the cracks beneath the surface.

But he was letting you see them now.

Your throat tightened. “Levi, I-”

His fingers curled into the fabric of your blanket.

“just please,” he murmured, voice barely above a whisper.

And for the first time,you understood what he really meant.

It wasn’t just about the mission.

It wasn’t just about orders.

It was about you.

Levi wasn’t asking you to live for the sake of humanity.

He was asking you to live for him.

Neither of you spoke for a while.

The only sound was your breathing, the distant murmurs of soldiers outside.

Finally,Levi sat back down beside you, exhaling slowly.

“…I stayed here all night,” he muttered. “Hange tried to drag me out. Didn’t work.”

Your lips twitched. “That’s probably the first time Hange ever failed at something.”

Levi gave a soft snort, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“I meant what I said,” he added after a pause. “Stay alive.”

You met his gaze.

“I’ll try.”

His jaw clenched. Not enough.

“You will.”

And then,Levi did something that made your heart stop.

He reached for your hand.

Not roughly. Not like an order.

Softly. Carefully.

Like he wasn’t sure if he had the right to.

His fingers brushed over yours before finally settling warm, steady, firm.

And you squeezed back.

Byee

[leviismybby]

"Stay still you little shit." Levi says trying to feed your son, the baby makes a grumpy noise, his little eyebrows frown together. That causes Hange who is sitting next to you to laugh. "They are one and the same!" They comment on how your son looks exactly like his dad and there is no denying it, you have a Levi and then you have a mini Levi next to him. He gently tries to feed the spoon to the baby but your son instead spits his food out. Levi looks towards you, it's clear that he needs some help with the infant. You smile and approch them. "Here look, bunny." The baby looks at you, a gummy little smile on his face, you try to feed him and it works. "Really?" Levi looks at his son, the boy was happily letting his mom feed him.

"I am not good at this stuff. It was easier when he was fed from the damn bottle." Levi says, sulking in his seat as you continue to feed the child. "Nothing to do with it, he just prefers me for now." After feeding, you tried to get the baby out of the high chair but he instead reached his little arms out to his father, Levi immediately took the baby rocking him in his arms. Your sons little head leaned on him, eyelids closing as he drifted off to sleep. Smiling at the sight, you touch Levi's arm. "You're an amazing dad. You know that, right?" You can tell that he can get insecure when the baby prefers you at times, Levi never had a stable father figure in his life this was all new to him but he was trying his best. He looks at you then at the little bundle that's snuggled up to him in his arms. ".....I know."

[rissouu]

how plug!eren watches a baby!

when you leave your niece in the car with eren while you get your nails did, he swears it’s an eternity. he didn’t really talk to the little girl much, even when she was glaring daggers into his head.

the most he did was take her out of the car seat since he knew she was probably tired of being in there. and now she was sitting in the passenger seat— grabbing at anything she saw.

“oh nah little ma, you can’t have that.” he mumbled once he saw the girl grabbing his lighter. he was quick to take it and as soon as he did she started hollering.

eren never interacted with kids in his life nor did he ever have to watch one. so when she started crying, he had no idea what to do.

“what’s wrong? stop cryin’ please?” he begged, as if that was going to make her stop. she somewhat knew what he was saying being as soon as he said that she stopped.

“i only stop cwyin if you give me uppies!” she babbled and held her arms out at him. eren side eyed her because she said it with so much sass, and not only that but she was trying to make an ultimatum with him..

yeah, this was definitely your niece alright.

with a sigh he picked the girl and held her to his chest, and surely she was happy now. all eren could do was shake his head and gently pat the baby’s back, so she could hopefully go back to sleep.

“i wants candy! you have candy?”

“no.. i don’t have any candy.”

“i going cry again!”

“okay fine, let’s go get some candy.”

©rissouu 2023

[naammiii]

may i request cockwarming with Levi pls 👄

☆—Cock warming with Levi Ackerman— ☆

kinda fluffy hehe :3

You and Levi hadn’t seen each other since 7am this morning, it’s now 8pm and you’re exhausted, you’ve been training with cadets since the early hours, and a little worried since Levi has been in his office all day. You know he’s tired, he always pushes himself. You let out a sigh and walk into your shared bedroom, preparing to take a shower and go to bed. You frown, missing the presence of your stubborn but loving boyfriend and decide to go to his office.

You knock a few times, worrying he may have fallen asleep at his desk since there’s no immediate answer. “Baby, you in there?” silence, just as your about to turn around you here him mumble “come in.” You walk in and find him hunched over what looks like hundreds of documents, you frown slightly and walk over to his desk. “don’t push yourself, Levi” you say softly, he sighs and leans back into his chair, closing his eyes. You walk over and turn his chair stepping in-between his thighs and he latches onto your waist as you run your fingers all around his scalp. “why don’t you come to bed” you say quietly, scratching Levi’s undercut, he puts his chin on your tummy and looks up at you and sighs through his nose, “I suppose.”

And that’s how you find yourself underneath the covers, tangling limbs with Levi, sharing kisses and sweet words. Your head is lying on Levi’s chest as his hands find refuge underneath your (his) shirt, drawing random shapes on your lower back. Your plush lips meet Levi’s and he deepens the kiss by swiping his tongue across your bottom lip, and you obey, opening your mouth and massaging his tongue with yours. Both of you are grunting and moaning softly into the kiss. Levi throws your leg over the side of his waist and rests his hand on your lower back. “m’sleepy” you whisper, breaking from the kiss, resting your head back onto his chest. You notice Levi is poking your side and you look down and see his pants are very tight. He notices and grabs your chin to look at him, “don’t worry about it, get some rest.” He whispers as he brings your face back into his chest. Now, you know Levi is stressed, so you wanna be a nice girlfriend and relieve some of his stress but you’re oh so tired, and you can imagine he is as well, so you don’t really want to ask him to have sex. So you think try cock warming him instead!

Your hand glides down his chest, slipping under his shirt and you caress his tummy. You go even lower, reaching his happy trail and you run your fingers through it, occasionally slipping the slightest finger under his waistband. His breath hitches and he grabs your hand. “wanna cock warm you” You say very sleepily, Levi just looks at you, sort of a silent plea as if he’s begging for you to just slide onto his cock. He kisses your neck as your hand goes lower, slipping into his boxers as you pump his cock a few times, smearing pre cum over his tip. Levi groans into your ear as he licks a stripe up your neck and nips your earlobe. Levi slips his hand into your panties and starts to work you open, rubbing circles on your clit while pumping a finger in and out. “so wet baby, haven’t even touched you much” you whine at his words and shove his pants down just so his cock sticks out and you position it in front of your hole. Levi pulls your panties off and grabs his cock from your hand, pumping it a few times making sure it stays hard as he slowly, pushes his tip in. The head of his cock alone is enough to make you whine. the stretch is immaculate as he pushes him self in more, you both groan in unison as he bottoms out completely.

you and Levi lock lips once more and he bites your bottom lip as he pulls away. “m’sleepy too” he says barely above a whisper, winking and yawning. The feeling of your limbs being wrapped up with Levi’s, the warmth of it all and the fullness of his cock stuffing you is just heavenly. Levi pulls you closer as he pulls the comforter up higher on you both. You lay your face into his chest as he caresses your head, fingers running through your scalp. You both slowly drift off to sleep, happy you got to spend this needed time with your boyfriend.

And you know, Levi will probably give you a lot more in the morning ;)

[kingkonoha]

Love your writing you've inspired me to write my own levi fan fiction your regrets 3 parter WRECKED ME I would love if you could write post war levi on his wedding day ♥️

♡ — 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: fem reader, pure fluff, canonverse, mentions of going from “enemies” to lovers

♡ — 𝐚/𝐧: Hi bby, ty for reading Regrets! I’m glad it inspired you to write your own fic, that’s so sweet of you to say.

♡ — 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1K

𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 // Levi A.

“Alright, let’s have a look,” Onyankopon grinned as he pushed Levi’s wheelchair toward the full-length mirror.

Levi’s uninjured eye scanned across the tuxedo decorating his body in a drastically unfamiliar way.

It took his breath away.

Not the tux specifically, but rather, what it symbolized; he was getting married.

Throughout his entire life, Levi truly only had one goal, which was to survive.

From when he was an orphan in the underground to a captain in the Survey Corps, making it to see the sunrise the next day was all he ever fought for.

Be it starvation, an expedition, or The Rumbling, death had always been around every corner, leaving no room in the former captain’s heart, mind, and soul for anything that wasn’t geared toward staying alive.

If someone had told his younger self that one day, he would get married — or, better yet, find love, to begin with — he would have kicked that person in the knee for telling him such a shitty joke. There was no way. Not him. Ackermans aren’t destined for that sort of happiness.

But here he was, defying all odds, staring at himself in the mirror as his best man and tea shop co-owner grinned at him.

“Not bad, huh?” Onyankopon patted his shoulder. “You look nice. Y/N’s a lucky woman.”

“I’m the one who’s lucky,” Levi said. “I’ll never understand why she’d pick someone like me.”

“You’re both lucky,” The other man rolled his eyes, and started to adjust his sharp outfit. “But I’m not surprised. I could see it when I first laid eyes on the two of you. You’d both stare at each other and look away once the other person notices. But fighting titans together and putting a stop to genocide tends to bring people closer, so I’ve heard, at least.”

Levi smiled softly as he stared at his lap.

“Well, we better head out there,” Onyankopon grabbed ahold of Levi’s wheelchair, but before he pushed him, he looked at him through the reflection of the mirror and said, “I’m happy for you, man.”

“Thank you,” Levi said. “Let’s go. I’m ready.”

The wedding location was a quaint and gorgeous place for an outdoor ceremony. Surrounded by lovely green trees, it looked like a fairytale.

Everyone was there, too. Seeing the familiar faces of his old comrades from Paradis, as well as newer faces from friends he made after The Rumbling, was quite comforting.

Levi waited patiently for you to come out, repeatedly wiping his sweaty hands off on his pants.

And, when you appeared, undoubtedly the most beautiful bride anyone had ever seen, a tear fell down his cheek.

There, walking toward him while wearing a beautiful white dress and the most wholehearted smile, was someone who loved him enough to marry him. Someone who was excited to be with him. Someone who loved him enough to want to spend the rest of their life with him.

Music played softly in the background as you made your way down the aisle. Jean, who had become quite the gifted artist as of late, sketched the unforgettable sight, but the tears he struggled to hold back, threatening to soak the front of his suit, made it rather difficult. But he created an outstanding piece of art.

When Levi looked at you, he was reminded of your years in the scout regiment together. How you became the person he was once annoyed about having to sit next to in the mess hall to the love of his life, he’d never know. But he was grateful.

When you arrived underneath the arch, your teary-eyed husband couldn’t help but speak.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, the words falling from his lips unintentionally, but truthfully.

“And you’re so handsome,” you smiled brightly.

At the sight of that smile, Levi thought to himself: “How did I get so lucky?”

When it was time to say your vows, Levi went first.

And when he spoke, he might not have followed the traditional wedding vow script, but he spoke with genuine, unquestionable love. And that was all that mattered.

“Y/N, I hope you know by now that I love you more than anything. You and I have been through everything together. We’ve saved each other's lives in more ways than one. I never thought that I was allowed to experience the kind of joy that you’ve brought into my life, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. We have been by each other’s side for years now as comrades, but now, we will be by each other’s side as husband and wife, and I promise I’ll stay by your side forever. I love you – I’m madly in love with you. And thank you for loving me too.”

“Levi,” you paused, looking at your soon-to-be husband with the softest, most loving eyes. “We’ve spent our lives saving humanity in one way or another, and we are known as heroes. That’s what they’ll call us in history books someday. And, before that, we were called the strongest soldiers. But, the title that matters the most to me, the only thing I truly want to be called, is Levi Ackerman’s wife. Being yours is the highest honor anyone could ever give me, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. We’re going to get old and gray together as husband and wife.”

You both exchanged rings, rings that symbolized that you were his, and he was yours. Then, the officiant officially announced you both as husband and wife. You leaned down, pressing your lips against your husband's as your friends and old comrades started cheering.

As Levi felt your lips against his, your thumb gracing his cheek, every bit of pain and suffering he had ever gone through was suddenly worth it — as it led him to you. To this.

On the night of your wedding, you and Levi were in bed together underneath the warm covers, simply staring at one another, the moonlight peeking through the window curtains illuminating your faces.

Suddenly, Levi reached out, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

“What?” You questioned with a soft smile. “What are you thinking about?”

“Remember the first week you joined the scout regiment? When you stole my bread?”

“Yeah. You tossed me in a cell for the entire night. I hated you for that,” you said with a small laugh. “Why?”

“I was just wondering what I would have done if someone told me that the idiot who took the bread off of my tray and ran away like I wouldn’t notice would someday be my wife.”

Once again, you laughed. “I know what you mean. I would’ve never guessed that the grumpy man who tossed me in a cell would be my husband. Makes me wonder when we started loving each other.”

“I think I know,” Levi paused. “It was when I almost lost you. You were on my squad for a few months, and we were always bickering about something, but . . . when Annie killed everyone else, I remember thinking that you were dead too. It was the worst feeling in the entire world, especially because by then, I thought I had gotten used to losing people. But nothing hurt as badly as thinking I had lost you. That was when I knew.”

“Really? What took you so long to say anything?” Your smile brightened, and Levi’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of it.

He took a moment to think.

“I thought that it was stupid to love someone, knowing what our lives were like.”

“So, what changed during The Rumbling?”

“I don’t know,” Levi said. “I just knew I wanted to be with you.”

You and Levi both thought back to that moment; the moment The Battle of Heaven and Earth came to an end, and you were sitting right beside him, watching the ghosts of your deceased comrades fade away. Soon after, Levi’s hand graced your jaw, and he turned your head, pressing his lips against yours.

“I actually do remember when I realized I loved you,” you suddenly spoke up. “It was when you pulled me out of a titan’s mouth. You risked your life for me, even after I was getting in trouble every week for doing something wrong. I figured that it was just you being brave, but still.”

“Sounds like I fell in love first, huh?” Levi smiled softly.

“But we both fell just as hard,” you said.

Levi leaned over and kissed your lips.

When he pulled away, he said, “Let’s go to sleep, it’s getting late.”

“Okay.”

You blew out your bedside candle.

“Levi?” You called out, interrupting the silence.

“Hm?”

“Thank you for marrying me,” you mumbled.

“Thank you for loving me,” he replied.

Levi wrapped his arms around you, and together, you both drifted off to sleep.

[tetzoro]

small angsty bite of love for the last episode. spoilers.

jeans hands gently move over your body, taking all the time the world he doesn’t have as he buckles in your straps. the others were rushing to get ready, the sound of leather and metal clashing together — only to be drowned out by the rumbling outside.

“jean, we have to hurry.” you could hardly contain the panic in your voice. his harness was already on, he had thrown it on before turning to help with yours. all he does is look up from where he’s kneeling, quietly buckling the belt before rising back up.

“i know.” he says as he cups your face, worry lacing all of his features. his forehead leans down against yours, taking a steadying breath. “can we just pretend for a minute?”

“pretend?” you breathe back, the sound of everyone else drowning out behind you. jean always had that effect — making you feel like the two of you were the only people in the world. if only that were true.

“that this might not be the last time we see each other.” he pulls back and searches your eyes for something. “that the world isn’t ending and we are just two people who are in love.”

“jean.” you all but whisper, touched by his small proclaimation. your heart breaks as you watch his face show you something so vulnerable, something you haven’t seen in so long. the stoic mask he had been wearing the last few months was washed away by a dose of fleeting reality. “yes. we can pretend.”

without another word, he leans in to kiss you. surprisingly, it’s slow. taking all the time in the world to glide his lips over yours. the horrors from the real world slip away as you walk into this land of make believe.

but reality was cruel. armin clearing his throat breaks the illusion with a look of regret and sorrow. jean casts you one last warm smile, small enough to break through that mask before the walls inside of him are back up and you have to go face certain hell together.