#eren x mikasa angst

[daemontargaryenwhore]

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

[arminsfavoritepookie]

Eren sometimes forgets how big his cock his.

His eyes are confused and dazed as he is slamming his dick into you quickly and deeply. You're pleading with him to slow down, whimpering and even clawing at his back, but Eren's emerald eyes are solely fixed on the way your pussy is drinking in the base of his dick. Your cries of help and tears make him bite his lips and close his eyes out of pure bliss. Every time he thrusts, his huge cock touches your cervix, fucking you slowly and thoroughly as if he wants to savor the experience. And when Eren is feeling especially needy, he’ll press against your stomach and trace the outline of his cock bulging out your flesh trying to find where his dick ends in your guts.

[sugarcandydoll]

happy birthday to the most handsome man in the world mr. eren jaeger!! ♡🧸💞 03.30.2024

[vampyrris]

i am so soft for levi ackerman y’all don’t understand. a little ashamed to admit that when i’d just started aot i didn’t like him and thought he had a weird haircut but eventually grew to love the absolute living shit out of this 2D guy who’s truly like no other. he’s known to be stoic and reserved but to me he is the most emotional and humane character in the entire series, and still while being so he never let his emotions get in the way, he carried out his duty as a soldier to the very end and still remained the kindest most precious person, no matter how much pain and loss he had to suffer. no character will ever have a hold on me the way you do, levi ackerman. <3

[fqiryspit]

miserable.

summary: reader tries to go to a friendly get-together she was invited to, just to realize no one wants her there.

the bright glare of the stop light blinded your vision as you finally stopped your car.

you have no one.

absolutely no friends

you grip your wheel tighter, knuckles popping at the sudden move and your eyes blurring.

you don't even know why you went. this friendly get-together was obviously interrupted by you. no one wanted you there.

you walked up to jean first, saying hi as he just kinda stood there

"hi uh-"

uh. he doesn't know your name. you feel embarrassment flood through you instantly before connie ran up and through tears of laughter started retelling a story.

connie didn't even look at you either. you sniffed awkwardly and backed up. you suppose you only talked to them on a couple of occasions, that's fine.

you felt the car stop at another light, fuck you forgot you were even driving. you now saw the pile of tears on your jeans and felt your aching throat, sobbing silently in your car like a loser.

you brushed that interaction off and went up to the people you did know, eren, mikasa, and armin of course.

you're only here because armin invited you. being his friend in this tutor group you both formed it was nice of him to invite you here, you were gonna have fun.

walking up to eren leaning against the wall casually you said hi and he just shot a quick smile before locking eyes with mikasa who walked right in front of you, stepping on your foot.

she felt your shoe immediately and spun around, you saw eren putting his hand in front of his mouth to hide his laughter and your entire body ran cold, embarrassed yet again.

"oh, I'm sorry!" mikasa said, two cups full of alcohol in her hand as she wore wide worried eyes at you. well...at least someone is talking to you

"no its-" then she spun back around and gave eren his drink, who now had a red face and a smile from laughing so hard.

you turned around, stepping away, careful with your steps, now worried to embarrass yourself further

you heard eren snicker behind you and mikasa hitting his shoulder

"shush eren! don't be so rude, I think that's connie friend..she was just trying to be nice"

they didn't even remember you. fuck you were gonna cry. you didn't have tears in your eyes yet but your throat ached so hard like you were gonna let a sob out.

there's armin, fucking finally. you walked over to him, he was pouring drinks in the kitchen and you started to feel a lot more comfortable

"hey armin"

he looked over at you for a second and looked right back to the drinks he was preparing

"oh, hey. didn't think you'd make it" he mumbled while mixing some off-brand soda with whisky and you just felt your knees buck

"well...you invited me. of course, I'd show up" you reminded him, hoping to jog his memory that he must have invited you for a reason, that maybe he wanted to be your friend

"mm." he hummed simply before grabbing the drinks and swerving past you like you were blocking his way in the wide hallway

you felt your eyes burn and just walked out the door. running to your car as tears pooled out of your eyes.

you're so embarrassed. you have no friends. zero. you joined clubs and thought you made one but he just pitied you. he couldn't even stand you that long and not to mention his friends hated you to

you're aren't some new girl trying to find which group she's good in either. you're graduating soon and you don't even have new numbers in your contacts, just family who brush you off on the rare chance they call.

you ached for someone just to talk to, just someone. anyone. you don't have to have anything in common with them, just a warm body to just air your problems out and them to respond with something more than an "mm."

you're so fucking miserable and as you park your car in this weird ass parking lot to go up into the apartment that's every shade of tan, you know you're just gonna be as alone as you always will be. because people can't fucking stand you.

an: hope you guys have a good wednesday

[levi501ackerman]

MASTERLIST by Levi501ackerman

ao3

Hange x Reader

Steel Heart | chapter index

"The Royal King's Guard will lay down their lives and dedicate their hearts to return you unharmed to Mitras Castle where you will marry and become Queen. The Marelyan Cult who believe you are the key to perform their ritual will do anything to obtain your body and unlock their most powerful weapon. You just want to win the heart of a certain Knight."

Stars at Night Turned Deep to Dust | Angst

"You were in an accident that caused you to have amnesia and forget your love with Hange. You've turned annoyed with the person who was once your wife."

Here Before and After Me | Fluff

"Levi overheard another conversation the night before retaking Wall Maria. He didn’t know that his best friend had someone special to them."

Silly | Fluff

A quick story of a reserved reader that wants to make Hange laugh lol.

My Chance Has Come At Last | Fluff

"AU where Levi, Hange, and Erwin go Miche's birthday party. There’s a shit ton of people and Hange sees you in the crowd. Hange thought you were too pretty to talk to her. She didn’t expect her shirt to be the conversation starter between you two."

Crazy Girls | Fluff

"AU where Halloween night Levi watches Hange hype up her hot girlfriend."

Levi x Reader

She Looks Just Like a Dream | Fluff

"One day the scouts find out Levi has a wife. Everyone wants to meet her."

Living In A Dream | Pining

"Levi refuses to date a subordinate so instead he pines over you. Kind of ridiculous how much he overthinks every interaction with you."

Object of Affection | Fluff

"Some may think Levi is whipped or your servant. But acts of service is how Levi shows his love."

Wish That I Could | Angst

"Levi missed his chance to date you. So he watches you from afar."

Allegiance | Part 1 Part 2 (discontinued)

"You're a wealthy citizen from Stohess. When the survey corps are in the city, you can't help but fall for a cute captain."

That Day | Angst

"Ever since That Day . . . Anytime you became lucid, Levi spent all the time with you that you could offer him."

E X T R A S :

RIP AOT

Levi x social media

[dragonsoulage]

His sweet paramedic...

feat. Levi Ackerman

Levi wounded and hurt from the last battle he ever fought. Just moments after Eren was gone. But what remained was you, his sweet paramedic that always patched him up. Even his heart...

In this short story you are Hanges sister and a paramedic of the Corps. I was in the mood for some angsty, sad stuff after a heartbreaking AoT tiktok, we all know the depression about that right? 🥹🥲

Warnings: angst, sad, spoilers

Wordcount:1,2k

It was over. Finally, finally, it was over. Everything ended when Mikasa moved her blade toward Eren. There was an endless, sad, but loving moment between those two. And you... you had suffered as much as the others. Lost countless comrades and friends—your older sister, Hange. The Moment when she stated it as a sacrifice...and in the end, it was you watching her suicide. It had been hard more than that, for everyone. And yet, you were never alone. You were never left without someone...and that someone was Levi. 

It had been complicated between you two, he didn't want to admit he had feelings. After a long time...and when he figured out he had those feelings, he tried to distance himself. It was always like this, he was never ready to lose those he loved. And this man has already lost more than you could count. You're that sweet, little paramedic. He didn't want to lose you, either. His heart, already filled with sorrow, wouldn't take it. 

No matter how many wounds he had, how many things he sacrificed, he wasn't ready to get too close to the one he adored so much. 

But now, the battle was over. He leaned against that rock, and then he saw a small frame crawling towards him through the fog. It was you, you breathed heavily. Barely able to stand. Crawling towards him, the only one that has always remained in your life

"Levi." your voice was weak, he would have moved to you when he could, but His legs were damaged, seriously injured.

"(Y/N)." He called back to you, his gaze averting in your direction. You were on your knees before you tried to slowly stand up, walking over to him. You let out noises of exhaustion and stumbled over to him before you landed again on your knees, right by his side. Your hair is dusty and disheveled, and your pretty face is covered in dirt. Your eyes...oh, your pretty eyes—are filled with trauma, just like his. 

"It's over..." you spoke, your voice was so thin. It was over, yeah, but it didn't feel like a win. 

His hand stretched out to you, touching your skin on your cheek. Cupping your face with his palm, his remaining fingers marvel at your skin. He saw the big purple bruise that was on the crook of your neck, going to your jaw. You fought like every one of them, although your strength was clearly in first aid. His dark blue eyes are looking at you. The first time, he allowed himself to truly look into your eyes without withdrawing again.

"And you are still standing...remaining." His voice was laced with vurnablity and concern for you. Your own hand instantly went to his, and you laid it on top. 

The wind was slightly hollowing through the landscape, some strands of hair were blown back, so he just kept staring into your beautiful, sad face. Even now, among all this chaos, you are that beautiful, constant thing around him. Always there, yearning for his attention. He always tried to hold back. 

The mist was getting even more, and then you and him heard a noise. Both of you are looking up. And what you saw. 

Your heart couldn't take it, you couldn't even speak. You saw them...your comrades who died, your friends, Erwin and even your sister Hange. Your eyes welled up with tears. 

Your heart shattered to pieces for this last farewell. 

Levi's hand rested on your face while the other showed them the last honor. A rare sight, the stoic captain shed one single tear with a bitter smile. 

The last farewell to his chosen family. 

You felt his thumb stroking your cheek, catching the big tears that streamed down your face. It was the last gift from Eren, the last goodbye he could give you all. 

And then, after this fleeting moment when you could see your sister's face the last time, she had a smile, nodding towards you and Levi. 

Hange never tried to get involved in what was going on between you two when she was alive. 

But she was very well aware that you liked the captain, and that even Levi himself liked you more than he allowed himself. 

But now, nothing of this matters anymore. Hange no matter how crazy she was, wanted you to be happy, wanted Levi to be happy. This was the sign. 

When the mist was getting less, then slowly faded, you turned to Levi, you cried, you cried your very soul out. His forehead leaned against yours.

"Look at me, please look at me." His own voice was strained with the sorrow that was haunting you and him, yet he sounded strong. You looked into his eyes between those raven strands that were like a small curtain in front of his eyes. 

"It hurts, and I am not able to heal it." You explained. Yeah, you were a very skilled paramedic, but not even you could patch up a heart that was shattered into so many pieces. 

"Then at least we knew it was real. They were there, and a part of us. They made us who we are now." Levi spoke, it was serious, but his voice was rough with emotion for the very first time. 

20 Percent of humanity remained on earth, and you...you, his sweet girl, was one of them. 

The death was tragic, and the situation was bitter. The loss was immense, but for once he got lucky, fate was now so kind to not take you away. 

Levi was ready, ready to get closer, to heal together with you. 

"I am nothing without my sister... I barely even breathe." You never saw your own potential at all. Still, some bitter tears dropped from your lashes. Levi pulled your head closer, his nose brushed against yours. His lips are just inches away.

"You don't get it, don't you? You never was nothing, you always was so much more than you gave yourself credit for. 

Otherwise..." He stopped, it was time to say it, right now. Right now, when he already felt vurnable. 

"Life wasn't the nicest to me, to any of us. But it was so kind to leave you here with me. And I don't want you to say you would be nothing, Hange wouldn't want that either...(Y/N)." Levi continued looking at you, right into your very soul. 

"I love you." Levi then let out, his eyes, never leaving yours. Gazing into your orbs. Your pupils widen. Your tears didn't stop, but you then closed this small gap. Your soft, plump lips are pressing in a gentle and sweet way against his. 

With that, he poured all of his love into it, just like you did, as you always did. 

Even when the grief was big, he was the light on the horizon. Just like you were the missing piece, he finally found. 

This sweet kiss sends sparks of hope through yours and his veins. A glimpse of the future that now could be...a glimpse of the love he finally could share with you. 

The kiss on the battlefield that sealed wounds that would take a long time to heal, but they'd remain as memories of what had been. 

[neptumiis]

my roman empire is eren still asking her what they were even tho he knew how she would respond but this was his last hope to change the future

[daydreamvalley]

Mikasa Ackerman reimagined in my mind

I’m still in that phase of obsessing over planning the fanfic instead of writing it- I’m not posting this series for nothin ❕

[porcosbabymama]

𝓌𝒽𝑜’𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇?

(e.yeager.)

⋆·˚ ༘ * after your now ex boyfriend, jean, cheated on you with his enemies girlfriend, you hook up with said enemy.

𝓦𝓐𝓡𝓝𝓘𝓝𝓖𝓢 : ̗̀➛ mentions of cheating, use of “y/n”, f! reader, modern au! eren, p in v sex, oral sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up yall), dirty talk.

crying.

crying was all you did ever since that night. you were sitting on the couch of you and jean’s shared apartment, finishing up college work to get your degree in buisness management. jean comes in from work, flopping down next you on the couch.

you talked and laughed normally for a little bit, then he tells you he has to talk to you. you felt your heart drop, thats never a good sign. you had so much hope that maybe you were wrong. mahbe he’s just doing that yo mess with you.

you weren’t.

he tells you that two weekends ago, he went to visit a friend, a friend you know well, and they ended up kissing, which ended up in more. you were shocked, how could jean do that to you? how could mikasa do that to eren? you thought they were end game. but boy were you off.

and now, ever since then, all you did was cry, cry non stop in your aunt hange’s guest bedroom. for 6 whole months. you’ve ghosted all of your friends, you’ve barely eaten, you only get up to pee then you’re back in your bed watching random videos.

hange’s been trying to get you out of the house for ages, so you’re not surprised when she bursts into the room, in her usual happy manner.

“y/n! guess what!” she says excitedly, scooting your legs over to sit. you look up at her, humming in response, lifting a brow to signal her to continue.

“sasha’s throwing a party later tonight, this is the perfect oppurtunity for you to get out again!” dammit. you did not feel like arguing with her today, you didn’t want to go. you couldn’t go,

“‘m not going.” you said bluntly. hange sighs heavily and grabs ahold of your shoulders. “yes, you are. i love you y/n, but i can’t let you just sit around and mope for another 6 months, you need to get out!”

you sighed, looking away from her. you knew she was right, you couldn’t just stay here forever. you had to leave the house eventually, but you couldn’t stand the thought of seeing jean again, or mikasa.

“what if jean is there? i’m not ready to see him yet.” you said looking back at her, her face turns from a energetic one to a more sympathetic one. “listen, i know it’ll be hard, but you’re gonna have to eventually! why not get it over with, you won’t even have to speak to him if you don’t wanna, same for mikasa.”

you listen as she talks, then nod as you make up your mind. you’re gonna go to that party. you feel like you owe to your friends. you missed eren, connie, sasha, everyone. you haven’t seen yet alone talked to them in ages, you’ve ignored all calls, all texts, everything. you’ve gotta make it up to them.

you’re now looking in the mirror, fixing your hair after deciding to leave it down. you’re wearing a pretty simple outfit, white baby tee with a star in the middle, black jean skirt, converse with stacked socks. you make sure you look good, applying more lip liner and mascara, before sighing and walk out of the bathroom.

as you’re walking down the stairs, you realize something. you’ve ignored the person that you should’ve been talking too the most.

eren.

he got cheated on too. he felt the same way you did, yet you didn’t reach out? not once? now all of the guilt was starting to settle in. how could you face them after ignoring them for so long? how could you face him after not being there when he needed it?

you almost turned back around to run into your room, then you hear hange’s voice. “oh y/n! you look so good! come so i can take a picture!”

you walks all the way down the stairs with a sigh, and pose for a quick picture. you drop your smile immediately after the picture, and start to rub your arms. “nervous huh?” she asks. damn, that obvious? you nod as she walks up to you, putting an arm around you. “don’t be, there’s nothing to worry about!” she says and you shake your head.

“no there is, i’ve ignored almost everyone at that party i’m about to walk into! how can i face them after doing that to them? i feel so bad.” you blurt out, shoving your face in your hands.

“you should.” you look up at her as she starts. “you should feel bad, they wanted to help you and you ignored them. but that doesn’t mean it cant be fixed, they understand, they know how you are, they’ll forgive you. no doubt in my mind.”

and thats what you continued to replay im your mind all the way there. ‘they’ll forgive you.’ ‘they know how you are.’ and you just hoped it was the tryth.

hange walks you to the door of the huge rental house sasha got for her party, she’s rented the same place before, so you recognize and know it pretty well. hange gives you a nod of encouragement as she opens the door for you. you walk inside as she turns around to go back to the car, closing the door behind her.

you walk inside, looking around at the decor, giggling to yourself. the meat table, this just screams sasha. as you’re walking you bump into a couple of friends you haven’t seen in ages, talking to them a bit before settling in a corner with a red cup. you don’t know what’s in it, it’s fruity but obviously alcohol, but it’s good so you just drink it.

eventually, you spot sasha, the two of you have a conversation to catch up. apparently, her and niccolo finally got together, after basically playing in each others faces for as long as you can remember. eventually, she had to leave because being the host of the party, comes with respinsibilities.

as you’re looking around, you spot eren and connie, and after spending at least 5 minutes debating on whether or not you should go up there, you decide to walk up to them.

you awkwardly stand next to them, waiting for them to acknowledge you. finally, connie looks down and sees you. “oh my god! hey girl it’s been ages!” connie says pulling you into a hug. you smile and reciprocate the hug, squeezing him as tight as he is to you.

“hey! yeah it has, sorry about that..” you say sounding guilty as you direct your gaze towards eren, who has his arms out. you take the hint and wrap your arms around him squeezing him tight.

“it’s been forever, y/n.” he says. you nod as you squeeze him more. “i know, i’m sorry. a lot has happened, i just haven’t had the energy.” you explain, biting your lip.

“it’s okay girl, we get it. getting cheated on don’t feel nice.” connie says, and you feel yourself cringe as you see eren’s face visibly change moods. “but anyways, you look good tonight!” connie finishes as you look up with a smile. “well thank you! i just got the skirt awhile ago and i haven’t worn it so, its basically new and-”

you, connie, and eren continued to talk, and after a bit, connie runs off with some girl, leaving just you and eren. you talk about more random things, lauging, drinking, just having fun.

“y/n, lets go play cup pong!” you nod excitedly, you and eren had a tradition of playing it at every party you went too. “hell yeah! i’m gonna beat your ass like i always do!” “uh, nuh uh! i’ve been practicing!” you guys continue to argue as you walk over to the cup pong table.

low and behold, you beat him. just like you always do. “ha! i told you!” you exclaim jumping up. “damn! i was close, at least gimmie that?” he says back. you nod and respind with a simple “i guess.”

you look around the room, and immediately make eye contact with someone. the person you really did not want to make eye contact with. jean, staring at you with wide eyes. you quickly turn around, and see eren staring in the same direction. you follow his gaze, and see mikasa standing next to him. you tap him on his shoulder to get his attention.

“hey, you okay?” you ask quietly. eren looks down at you with a small smile. “yeah, i’m okay. just, sucks you know?” he says in response. you nod and lean against the wall next to him. “yeah, it does. it sucks knowing that they did that willingly. they weren’t drunk, high, nothing. they just did it.”

he nods and sighs. “i wish they would’ve talked to us about it. like we were all friends, if they had feelings for each other, we could’ve worked out a poly relationship or something.”

“i wonder when they started having feelings, like how long had it been going on?” you said, then cut yourself off. “we should stop talking about this.” you says looking up at him, he, already looking at you, nods. “yeah, we should.”

eren quickly changes the subject by offering you a drink. the two of you drank, laughed, talked about everything there is to talk about, even high school memories. eren looks up to see jean and mikasa dancing together, and eren being his petty self, decides to do something.

“come, lets go dance.” he says yanking you up, you don’t say anything and shrug your shoulders, following behind him.

not long after, you two are more comfortable, grinding against each other hungrily, eren has a firm hold of your hips, dry humping into your ass. his hands trail down to grip the fat, leaning down into you ear, whispering. “you’re so fucking sexy, i’ve been missing out being with mikasa for so damn long, the real beauty was right in front of me.”

you bite your lip, and grind down on him again in response, before looking back at him. “yeah? thats what you think for real?” you ask. he nods and kisses your neck softly. “yeah, i wouldn’t lie. i have no reason to.” he says coming up from your neck, and moving his hands from your ass to your hips, and flips you around.

“i want you. now, here.” your eyes widen as he says this, and you look around. “right now..?” you ask quietly, and he nods. “right now.” you look around quickly, and grab his hand leading him to the stairs.

“i know a room, sasha’s rented this house before.” you say leading him up the stairs, you find a room near the back of the house, and open the door. eren closes it as he walks in behind you, grabbing you and pinning you against the door.

“god, ive been waiting to do this since you walked through that door.” he says, and before you can respond, he’s pulling you into a deep, passionate kiss.

you kiss him back, desperatly trying to catch up with the speed he’s kissing you at. he moves down to your neck, sucking it harshly. you moan at the action, tangling your nails in his hair. he taps at the back of your thighs, and you jump up into his arms. he catches you, holding you by the fat of your ass turning to lay you on the bed.

“can i take your shirt off?” he asks. you nod and lift your arms. he quickly grabs the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head and tossing it to the side, before doing the same to his own. he leans down and kisses you again, hands moving to cup your boobs through your bra.

you moan as he moves down, tugging your bra down to now suck on your nipples. “mm..” you moan throwing your head back. he plays with your other nipple as he sucks on one, then moves to do the same with the other.

he starts to move down kissing down your stomach. when he reaches the top of your skirt, he lifts your hips, and slides it down your legs along with your undies, leaving you completely bare.

“fuck, you’re so gorgeous.. can i taste you baby?” he asks looking up from between your legs. you immediately nod. “yes, yes please..” he nods and gets to work. he shoves his face into your pussy, sniffing before starting to lick and slurp you up.

you gasp at him starting off with such a fast pace, and moan into your hand looking down at him. he continues to eat you messily, moaning and grunting into you, sending shivers up your body. “fuck.. such a good pussy.. taste fucking amazing.” he says, causing you to give uo on being quiet.

you moan loud as you grip his hair tighter, his hand comes up from holding your hips, to holding your hands. he intertwines your fingers as he continues to slurp at your cunt.

“fuck!! ren, ‘m gonna cum, gonna cum!” you scream out, swueezing his hands. he increases his speed, and pulls back as you release rubbing at your clit harshly to help you ride your high out.

“fuckkk.. you’re so hot.” he says wiping his face with the back of his hand. you sit up, and smile at him and he pulls you in for a kiss. “you taste yourself on my baby? taste how good you are?” he asks, and you nod kissing him again.

“did you wanna do more?” he asks, you nod immediately and he smiles before turns you over onto your tummy, and lifts your hips up. “fuck.. this ass.” he says, giving you a light smack. hearing the small whimper, he smiles and smacks your ass harder. “you like that baby?” he asks and you nod, wiggling your ass back into him.

“gonna put it in now.” he says lining his tip up with your hole. he reaches up and grabs your hand, holding it tightly as he starts to push in. you let out a soft gasp, and wince at the new feeling. you hadn’t actually seen his dick, hell you didn’t even know he took his pants off. but you could tell it was big just by the stretch that hurts so bad yet feels so so good.

“‘m all the way in, you ready baby?” he asks softly. “yeah, you can move.” you respond looking back. he nods and starts to softly trust in and out of you slowly. you let out a soft moan, loving the feeling of the soft and sensual sex.

until it wasn’t. not even five minutes later, he’s ramming into you repeatedly, causing you to moan loudly. “fuck. yes yes! eren.. so good.. so good!” you don’t even know what you’re saying, the feeling is just so good. you don’t know what to do, your grabbing at anything you can reach with your free hand.

eren leans down, his torso fitting perfectly in the arch of your back. “shit.. this pussy’s fucking amazing.. takin’ me so well baby.” he whispers in your ear, the sensation going straight to your heat as he fucks you.

“‘m close! so close..” you blurt out as eren continues to thrust into you. “fuck, who’s better baby?” eren says, you look back confused, but that confusion is quickly replaced by pleasure. “w-what?” you manage to get out.

“you heard me, who’s better?” he asks again, slamming into you harder.

“holy fuck! you, eren! you’re better..” you scream out, getting closer. “better than who?” he asks. “jean! eren you’re so much better than jean!” you say again, grabbing at the pillow on the bed.

“fuck yeah i am.” he says pulling out, and before you can say anything, he flips you around where you’re back on your back, he grabs your thighs and pushes them up to your chest, throwing your legs over his shoulder, and he’s right back to fucking you hard.

you moan loudly at the new position, holding onto his shoulders. “cum! gonna cum eren! erenn!” you let out, he leans in against you, lips almost touching, before speaking. “cum.”

that’s all it took, you cum all over his dick, and he pulls out, jerking himself for a bit before nutting all over your stomach and pussy. “fuckk.. yes..”

he gets up from the bed, and walks into the bathroom grabbing a rag, then wetting it before walking back to you.

he starts to clean you up before talking. “you alright?” he asks, and you nod. “yeah, i’m amazing. thank you.” he nods, and leans down to kiss her forehead, the finishes cleaning her.

“just so you know, i don’t want this to be a quick fuck and go. i want this to go places. i wanna be in a relationship with you.” you look up at him as he talks, signaling him to continue. “obviously, i fon’t wanna jump right into it. take as long as you need, but i do want this to go somewhere, wanna treat you right, if you’d let me?”

you smile as he lays down next to you, and you cuddle into him. “of course i will, and don’t even worry about it. i don’t wanna jump right in it either, we should take as long as we need.”

and from there, you and eren went on multiple dates, and after about 3 months, you guys were officially a couple. you posted a picture of the two of you kissing, and the replies you got from that story were all so shocked.

you and eren sat on the bed reading through the replies, and scrolling through the likes. but one thing caught both of your attention..

both jean and mikasa, had viewed the story.

hihi! i hope you guys enjoyed this, it is a bit rushed, i wrote this whole thing in like 3 hours, it is proofread but lmk if i missed anything! thanks for reading!

[daemontargaryenwhore]

I have no words

[sonofthesaiyans]

Happy Birthday Hange.....A Scout to the end and a true friend..... ⚔️ 💚 ⚔️

A salute to our birthday girl, the ultimate Scout and a gal who embodies the Wings of Freedom more than any other.....

Our beloved Hange Zoë. ❤️ 🎂 🥂

Sometimes I need a moment to remember just how much I love and appreciate Hange, who has been a unrelenting force in AOT and stands as one of the most noble gals you could ever hope to have by your side. Of all the people to sign on to the Scout Regiment, perhaps nobody believed in the cause as strongly as Hange did. In my book, if Sasha stands as the true heart of Attack on Titan, then Hange has earned her right to share that pedestal with her, for she is truly the heart and soul of the entire Regiment, and even with the entire world stacked against her she has never given up on herself or her people. Even in humanity's darkest hour, Hange was one of the few who refused to break.....For she truly believed there was a future worth fighting for in the unworthy world she was born in to. And there were few more deserving of a brighter future than her.

It's truly a bittersweet occasion. For her birthday should have been entirely hers, untainted by the saga that had come to do such a disservice to her in the final act. Instead, her birthday marks the day that the last good thing in Attack on Titan was stolen from us by Hajime Isayama.

Four years ago today......By this point the story had gone completely astray and nothing seemed to be held sacred anymore by Isayama, and thus we lost the last true guiding light in the story........One that not even the likes of Levi or Armin......And certainly not Mikasa.......could ever hope to compensate for. Indeed, even one chapter or episode without Hange pushing forward with us was a self-inflicted wound from which Attack on Titan never recovered.

And we all know Hange deserves so much more than that. The world and Hajime Isayama himself are completely unworthy of Hange Zoë....But Hange Zoë deserves the world and so much more.

Hange is so many things: Eccentric, unpredictable, extraordinarily energetic.......It seemed like nothing could stop this gal. She may have been a handful to those who knew her best......But she was also insightful, considerate, and uncommonly kind and humble. Hange could care less about fame or glory, her passion was knowledge, of both the Titans and the world beyond the Walls, and if not for her Paradis may have known no other world beyond Wall Maria......And the only thing greater than her pursuit of knowledge was her love and loyalty to those she served with.

We know so little about Hange's past or even her family......The Scout Regiment in effect was her family. And she went through so much to give them some chance to live, often without thanks and so often without the desired outcome. But Hange always valued the lives of her people, and in the end, she DESERVED SO MUCH BETTER....than what she got from those who betrayed her efforts. Who betrayed the meaning of what she thought for. None more so than from Isayama himself.......Hange was a true hero through and through, and the story should have honored that. ISAYAMA SHOULD HAVE HONORED THAT.......

Hange wasn't just the friend Levi Ackerman just could not get away from despite all their headbutting, she wasn't just Erwin's righthand woman and torch-bearer, she wasn't just a soldier.....Hange was a true friend to all of us. I think we all loved her dearly as one of our own.

So give your hearts to Hange, one of AOT's greatest, and the one who still richly deserves the future she fought so hard for. For she dedicated her heart and soul for the future of humanity.

Her courage, her determination, her humor, her love.....those are Hange's gifts. Hange is a gift to us all.....I only hope one day our birthday girl is repaid in full for everything she deserves. ❤️

Happy Birthday, Commander Hange. Your spirit stays with us, and you deserve so much better. Isayama certainly doesn't deserve someone so special as you.

There is no Attack on Titan without Hange Zoë.

[arminsfavoritepookie]

HOW AOT CHARACTERS KISS YOU

Featuring; Eren, Mikasa, Armin

(- Fluff & Angst )

Armin's lips meet yours and gentle caress always engulfs your senses. You can't help but get lost in the tangles of his golden strands as they tickle your fingers. You move closer, your other hand softly cupping the soft rosey flesh of his cheek. A soft whimper escapes his lips, but he is desperately trying to hold himself together. This kiss belongs to you, and Armin understands that. You take from him whatever you want.

Armin's trembling hands rest on his lap, barely able to control the fiery desire raging inside him. The mere thought of losing you, the one person he loves so dearly, terrifies him to the core. It's why he's so desperate, so eager, when your thighs brush against his, as if begging for him to give himself entirely. You watch in awe as your delicate fingers move with calculated precision, unbuttoning each button of his shirt slowly.

Every soft noise escaping his mouth causes a stir of excitement within you, knowing how much he's aching for you. Armin loves you so intensely, with every part of his being, that the way he kisses you is nothing less than pure devotion. His lips are gentle, yet they convey a ferocity of emotion that takes your breath away. They dance against yours, gliding across the soft, smooth skin of your lips. Every detail is magnified: the way his mouth tastes, the subtle way his tongue plays against yours, the way his lips form a perfect seal against yours. The feel of his skin, the rise and fall of his chest, and the beating of his heart are all encompassing, fueling your passion with every passing second.

Amidst all the losses he's endured, from losing his friends and comrades to losing his innocence, the last thing he can bear is losing you.

"Never let me go," Armin whispered softly, his eyes searching yours for some reassurance that you were both thinking the same thing. "Never," you replied, pressing your lips firmly against his once again.

Eren's intense love for you is almost suffocating at times. He's never quite comfortable unless he's right beside you, touching you in some way, and if he can't be, he's on edge, fidgeting and muttering under his breath. He'll glance your way with a flushed face and a quickening heart rate, desperate for your attention and affection. The tips of his ears always burn bright red when you catch him staring at you, which only happens about every other minute.

And when he finally gives in to his hunger and kisses you, it's not elegant or polished. It's needy, it's messy, and it's full of fervor. Eren will seize your lips as if he can't get enough, biting, nibbling, and sucking as if his very existence depended on it. The only thing he wants in that moment is you, all of you. Eren's devotion to you is a flame that burns bright and unrelenting.

As he clutches you to his chest, he lets out soft whimpers and moans, completely lost in the ecstasy of the moment. You feel his forehead pressing against yours, his tears slipping through closed eyelids, as if he's mourning the fact that this can't last forever. "I'm sorry," he whispers, barely able to choke out the words through his emotions. You can hear the pain in his voice, and it breaks your heart. "For what?" you ask softly, searching his eyes for an answer.

But he can't bring himself to say it, not with the way you're looking at him with those eyes. So he shakes his head instead, a silent admission that he'll always love you, even if one day he’s not there anymore to say it.

Mikasa's longing for your kisses is intense, a desperate need that surpasses that of food and water. It's as though the very essence of her being yearns for the taste of your lips and the warmth of your embrace. Without your affection, she feels like a shell of herself - hungry, thirsty, and lost. She's a warrior on the battlefield, fierce and unstoppable. But when it comes to matters of the heart, Mikasa is bashful and unsure.

Her cheeks flush with embarrassment when she’s pushing her tongue into your mouth, of feeling your hands roam over her uniform. And yet, the desire she feels for you outweighs her shyness.

Mikasa frequently ponders if you are aware of just how much she adores you—how your presence holds an immeasurable significance in her life, yet her thoughts are consistently interrupted by the sensation of her fingers delicately gliding across the tender skin of your neck.

She whispers your name, barely audible over the cacophony of your whimpers. Her plea is soft but urgent. Your arms wrap around her, holding her close as your tongues dance together. The taste of her mouth is sweet, addictive, and you can't get enough of her. She's yours, body and soul, and you know in that moment that nothing will ever tear you apart "Please," she begs, "Kiss me again and make everything okay."

[mimiwrites2000]

The Last One To Reach The Tree

Archive of Our Own

If the tree could speak, it would’ve cried. If the tree could speak, it would’ve sobbed and wailed and mourned humanity, mourned the death of humanity in every human’s heart. If the tree could speak, it would’ve begged to be burnt, to be cut down.

Mikasa was eager to meet with Eren, she was eager to reunite with him. And so was Armin.

~~~ Post Canon story about the theory that Armin is the last one to reunite with them.

He always knew Mikasa was more eager to reunite with Eren, and he knew she would join him as soon as she could. 

And he knew that it would hurt as hell. 

Even if it was after seventy years. 

Even after they had kids and grandchildren. 

He knew it would still hurt as hell. 

He lived every moment with her, they were at each other’s weddings, they held each other’s first borns, they were there when they were called a grandma and a grandpa for the first time. 

What else was there to happen? 

What more were they to see? 

He heard those words from those around him far too many times. 

Mikasa lived her life to the fullest and mama had breathed until the very last word of her story. 

But it hurt him, as hell. 

It hurts him to look at a headstone, two headstones, and know that his friends were there. 

Under the ground. 

Six feet under the ground. 

Beneath that tree, with its trunk aloft and proud, layers and layers of months and years and decades, and its leaves a varying charade of oranges, yellows, and occasionally, a bright blood-red, swaying in the spring’s warm breeze. 

Armin looks up at the leaves above his head, just a quick glance, before he regrets it and tilts his head back down; the midday sun’s rays harsh in his eyes. 

He leans against his cane, resting his chin on the hand that clutched the cane, and sways on his spot. 

“The living and the dead,” he says, “oh the living and the dead.” 

He gazes at Eren’s headstone, a much older headstone, the craving almost washed out; but Mikasa, for as long as she lived, had always taken care of it, as if the headstone had a heart of its own, as if it breathed and was alive. “Eren, you should’ve seen Mikasa, she lived a happy, long, life,” Armin mutters, “she had kids and grandkids, she held my kids and my grandkids, and my daughter is pregnant, I feel bad for her child, because her child will never know Mikasa. 

“Eren,” Armin continues, tilting his head; he is tired, so tired. “We lived long lives, we lived very long lives, we even retired, can you believe that? We retired, for once, the scouts retired before dying.” 

Then he turns his gaze at Mikasa’s headstone; speckless, new, “Mikasa…” he wants to say something, he should say something, he couldn’t know what to say, what is there to be said anyway? 

“Mikasa…” he calls her name again, and with a broken voice, he quietly cries out, “I miss you… I miss you.” 

Armin had so many things to tell Eren, to tell Mikasa, but words felt like a heavy weight, a very heavy weight he could no longer carry, instead, he reminisced. 

Silently. 

The times in Fort Salta, after the war. 

In fact, Armin couldn’t remember those days too well, a thick fog obscured them from Armin’s eyes; not because of his old age, well through his seventh decade, but because he had been through so much pain, so much hurt, so much chaos that his brain just decided to take those days off of the shelve, and burn them, as if they never happened. 

The only thing Armin remembers was holding Eren’s lifeless head in his arms. 

But the months after it, Armin remembers them so well. 

He remembers his friends, being closer than ever, he remembers Annie’s father, he remembers him so well, his cane and his face and his unyielding scrunched eyebrows. He remembers his face when he asked his permission to propose to Annie; shocked, yet happy, yet confused, yet unbelieving— 

But relieved. 

Armin remembers his wedding day so well, it was vivid in his mind. He could never forget his friends’ efforts to give him a wedding, so they held an intimate party on the boat, only for themselves. They got Armin a suit and Annie a white dress; they were simple, really, but it meant the world to him. 

He was the first of his friends to get married, but the last to have a child. 

It was a struggle, another hardship in life, but Annie got pregnant in the end, and her pregnancy was tough, hard, and difficult, but they had a beautiful boy that got his mother’s nose and his father’s eyes. 

Then they had two more children; another boy, and their youngest, a girl. 

A gorgeous, gorgeous girl. 

She is Armin’s happiness. 

He loves all his kids; of course he does, but his daughter is the light in his eyes, she is his happiness, his joy. 

He loves her, and he loves her button nose, because she was the only one who didn’t get her mother’s nose, but she got her mother’s eyes and hair. 

All of his kids grew up, and all of them had the best education they could have, and all of them got married; his daughter was the last of them to find a partner, and is pregnant with her first child. 

“Oh, Eren,” Armin finds words, finds a few words that he could use, “I am sad, I am sad for you, I wish you know what it feels like to hold your child, to hold your grandchild.” 

Armin lets out a strangled sigh, “It’s none of what I ever felt in my life. Holding your child, seeing them growing up, fighting with them, all the screams and the fights and the misunderstandings… Eren, I wish you lived to feel that too.” 

Armin’s hand on the cane wobbles, and it jumps from its place, breaking in half. Armin falls on his knees, threads of winces and groans leave his mouth, the thorns of the weed around the graves dig mercilessly into his wrinkled hands.  

He slowly sits straight, taking deep breaths. He closes his eyes; that wasn’t the first time his body let him down, his body had always betrayed him, had always given up at the worst of times and worst of places. 

Armin pulls the thorns from his hand, plucks them one after the other. Some of the thorns left no trace behind, not even a scratch, but most of them left a scar and a trail of blood. 

Armin hugged his hand, and breathed deeply. 

“We lived long lives, Eren, we lived long lives.” 

“Armin?” 

Armin turns his head, and there she is. 

“My love,” he greets her, as she approaches him. 

She is older than him, two years older than, but she is the healthiest of them all. And Armin wondered how she did that; she carried kids and went through all of those decades, and there she is. 

White hair invaded her head, wrinkles adorned her face, her hands thin and yet calloused, and her eyes as blue as the day he met her. 

“You can’t leave the house unannounced, Armin, what did we say about that?” She tells him as she stands next to him, but he doesn't get up. 

He doesn’t want her to know that he fell, he doesn’t want her to know that he broke his cane and fell. 

But with one glance at the broken pieces of the cane, she understands. She kneels next to him, and sits beside him. 

“I won’t stand in your way,” she assures him, “just let me know when you want to leave the house, the kids are worried about you.” 

“Who is visiting?” He asks. 

“All of them,” she informs him, “we invited them for lunch, don’t you remember?” 

“Ah right,” but he doesn’t remember. 

“Let’s head back home,” Annie starts to get up, but he holds her hand, halting her. 

And her heart drops in her stomach. 

“My love,” he calls her, watching his friends’ headstones, “we lived long lives, didn’t we?” 

Annie’s eyebrows meet in the middle; Armin isn’t being himself, he is distant, far away. 

In another time. 

In another place. 

“Armin?” 

“We lived long, happy lives, didn’t we?” He asks her, turning his head, and looking at her. 

She sits back down, “We did.” 

“We did everything any human wishes to do, didn’t we?” 

“We did.” 

He hums, satisfied, and looks back at his friends’ graves. 

Armin 

Armin 

Armin 

“Do you think…” he asks, “they are together now?” 

Annie’s throat closes on itself, she wants to shake him. 

She wants him to take her hand and walk home with her. 

She wants to tell him that he can’t go before her, that he can’t let go yet. 

Not yet. 

Not before her. 

Please, please, please. 

“They are together,” she mutters, taking a deep breath, the corner of her eyes burning, “they are together.” 

“They are happy, they are together,” Armin continues, a tear sliding down his face. “Annie…” he breathes her name, the way he always pronounced it with his heart, “I want to be with them too.” 

She gazes at his face, and she would’ve protested, she is supposed to tell him no, that his kids are waiting for him, lunch warm on the table. 

She is supposed to tell him that he is still there with them. 

But he isn’t. 

Armin 

Armin 

Armin 

He is already there, he is already a step out the door. 

He is no longer with her. 

He doesn’t ask her to forget about him, he doesn’t ask her to let him go, because a voice, a familiar voice, told him that she will be with him very soon. 

“I miss them,” he says to Annie, “I miss them so much.” 

“They miss you too,” Annie whispered, placing her forehead against his own. “And I will miss you, I will miss you.” 

But his sight isn’t focused, and she doesn’t know if he heard her or not, she doesn’t know how far he is. 

She kisses his forehead, a long, prudent kiss. 

Annie gets up, she wipes her tears with the back of her hand, and walks away; he deserves to go easily, he deserves a painless departure. 

She walks down the hill and never glances back at him, she walks back to their house, and when she walks in, the joyful chatter dies down. 

“Ma,” one of her sons calls, “why are you pale?” 

But she doesn’t answer. They get up from the dining table and approach her, “Ma, where’s father?” 

She doesn’t answer; she knows the answer, but she can’t say it. 

“Mother,” her pregnant daughter, the last to get up, “mother what’s wrong? Where is father?” 

“He is with them,” Annie finds her words, “he is happy with them.” 

A long thread of whats pierce the air, before the two sons pushed past Annie, rushing outside the house, towards that hill. 

The daughter only looked at her mother, frozen in place, in time, as his sons ran to that tree under on that hill. 

On that hill, under that tree, with his friends surrounding him, Armin took his last breath. 

He doesn’t know for how long he slept, or if he even fell asleep in the first place. 

The leaves above him; a bright, juvenile green, swaying with a soft, warm breeze, and the leaning sun casts a soft, warm light over the clouds drifting in the sky, cascading shades and hues of a heavenly glow that whispered unearthly melodies. 

He has been to that tree and that hill far too many time, and yet, it feels… different. 

It feels… unreal. 

“Took you too long.” 

Armin hears someone talking to him, a familiar voice. 

A voice he didn’t hear in too long. 

Way too long. 

“Yeah,” Armin answers. He hears laughs, and footsteps, and someone sitting next to him. 

Armin turns his head— 

“Eren,” Armin says. 

“Took you too long,” Eren repeats. 

“You fucking asshole,” Armin says, then he smiles, and for the first time in so many years, he has no issues getting up fast. 

He throws his arms around Eren, and despite his dilemma, despite his confusion of reality and dreams, he hugs Eren, tight and long and— 

“Gosh, I missed you,” Armin says, the tears on his face choking his voice, “I missed you, you fucking asshole.” 

“I missed you too,” Eren says, his voice steadier and softer than Armin’s. “I waited for you for so long.” 

“Where is Mikasa?” Armin asks, looking around. 

“She’s home,” Eren gets up. 

“Did you treat her well? I swear to God—” 

Eren laughs, “Hey hey! Relax!” 

“When will I see Annie?” Armin asks Eren impatiently. 

Eren smiles, stretching his hand towards Armin, “Soon, very soon.” 

Armin takes Eren’s hand, and only then does he see his hands; smooth, young skin covering them. 

“Let’s go home,” Eren tells Armin, pulling him up, standing on their feet. 

“Let’s go home!” Armin chirps, a smile on his face. 

And with that, the tree watched as Armin sprinted down the hill, Eren running after him, eager for the reunion, eager for the laughs and the warmth and the happiness. 

Armin was impatient to reunite with Mikasa again, but secretly, a small part of him was pained to let go of Annie. 

She is going to be here, he had to remind himself, she will be here very soon. 

The tree was once again abandoned on that hill, observing the far horizon of mountains and blues that met together in the middle; complementing each other. 

If the tree could speak, it would’ve cried. 

If the tree could speak, it would’ve sobbed and wailed and mourned humanity, mourned the death of humanity in every human’s heart. 

If the tree could speak, it would’ve begged to be burnt, to be cut down. 

[yunjitsu]

Was she buried under the tree alongside the love of her life? Please. 😭 💔

I remember this scene being shown in the manga, but she was amongst the white roses. Glad they decided to change it like that. 💔

[deformed666doll]