#shingeki no kyojin drabbles

[ambrosialdesire]

what are your thoughts on yandere levi 😩

my thoughts are: HELL YES

assuming that this is captain levi you're talking about, he's an already pretty terrifying force to be messing with in the first place, whether you are part of the corps or the enemy. to add on the yandere trope onto his character, you're in deep trouble LOL

ngl for me, it really varies on what kind of yandere he is depending on who he's interested in. for now, i'm only going to be explaining the instances and scenarios of reader either being a survey corps low-ranked soldier, marleyan captain enemy, and civilian.

i didn't mean for this to be so long but levi's been one of my favorites since middle school (literally was insane for him back then before reiner's s4 glowup lolol)

this is written as a gender-neutral reader sorta, no pronouns are used but it's slightly implied that this is a fem reader.

tw: manipulation, abuse of power, inappropriate touching, possessive behavior, implied non-con, implied mind-breaking

if you're part of the survey corps but serving as a low ranked soldier compared to levi, he constantly abuses his power over you. it doesn't show at all that he likes you, it's him mostly making you do things for him like you were his personal secretary. he takes you out of training to clean his office instead (he'd make you do it over and over again if it's not up to his standards), takes you away from your lunch group so you can boil his tea for him, sometimes just pulling you out of anything you're doing just to hang around him. at first, you were excited to take any job from him, after all, levi's one of the top soldiers in the corps. it was completely out of respect for the man until you begun to realize that he's just using you to only do "desk-jobs". you start getting sick of doing meaningless jobs for him but you're terrified of even saying anything about it to humanity's strongest soldier. levi's never going to be the really touchy type in any of my renditions of him being a yandere, but you've occasionally felt his faint touches around certain parts of your body as if a ghost had brushed past you; other times, he sternly grips your forearm or shoulder whenever he's in a not-so-pleasant mood. since him and erwin are buddy-buddy, he turns an eye with his behavior towards you, telling you that he would report the mistreatment to the higher-ups but really just throw away the files. he doesn't want his best soldier to falter anytime soon and you being a little special treat to satiate his appetite is nothing short of a itty bitty loss in the ranks. he's manipulative, wavering the threat of forcibly having you dishonorably discharged when you don't do as you're told. you wouldn't want your family to know that you're a shameful excuse of a soldier, would you? so be a good little pet, get down on your knees and beg for his forgiveness by any means necessary.

if you're a marleyan enemy soldier, especially a captain like him, FUCK there's so much tension between the two of you. his paradisian devil soldiers made a complete mess that night, killing many of the underlings and your coworkers, incapacitating the warriors as if they were nothing short of pests. you saw the absolute speed of that man who tore through one of the hinges of galliard's jaw and completely cut down jaeger's beast titan form, swearing nothing but completely hatred for that demon. levi thought you were interesting the moment he spotted you witnessing his attacks, eyes wide with admiration but stewing with disgust at the same time. there was a certain kind of fear that he's never seen before and the two of you shared a long stare before you took a shot, barely missing your intended target: him. a frustrated scream ripped out of you as you had to powerlessly watch them leave through one of the many blimps in the air. you didn't realize that he soon shot his ODM spears towards you, zipping in your direction and kicking you down to the ground. it was like he teleported in front of you as he stood over your body but you were soon knocked out with the butt of your own rifle. you woke up tied to a chair, hair being pulled back and gaze focused on the blinding light above you. he started asking questions, hitting you around like a training dummy but you refused to budge no matter how much pain you were in, spitting and laughing at his face. one of his comrades told him that it was useless trying to make you spill out anything, that they already knew everything that they needed to know from the marleyan defectors and zeke. part of his motivation for this (at that point in the anime) is because he's so sick of losing everyone important in his life so having someone to control, knowing what the outcome is because their future is strung by his own hands, it made the pain easier to deal with. on your side, for some godforsaken reason, he refused to let you go or kill you. oh no, no, no. he wants you to break. he wants that terrified, but idolized look in your eyes again. levi wants you to completely forget the person you are and who you served, only becoming his sweet and obedient marleyan prisoner.

if you're just an average citizen, it's a slow build-up of when levi began to take an interest with you. it was on accident but he starts to occasionally spot you whenever the scouts come back from outside expeditions, eyes wandering over the injured with a sullen expression. he couldn't decipher whether you felt simply ashamed of their loss again or that you felt bad that they had to keep doing this to themselves. that's usually only the few times where he sees you, usually trying to keep to himself and ignore the other bystanders. you were always there however, as if his eyes were automatically always darting to the same spot when he looked over into the crowd. when hange forced him to get out of the stuffy corps building and out into the city, he found himself staring at you while you serve drinks out to customers. it's filthy the way you brush your hand against theirs, winking at them to rub it even more. it was reminiscent, as if he was back watching an underground whore working for better tips. it felt strange seeing you outside of something he was used to, especially if it's something as deprecating as this back-alley bar. levi couldn't stop himself from standing up and trudging over to you when some pig put his hands on you, more so from what you're obviously comfortable with. it felt like he was back in the underground, the way he dug his fists into that sorry son of a bitch's face, fighting the group of men that he was with as well. hange eventually joined in as well, cheering in joy as they threw a beer glass into some guy who was sneaking up behind him. as the fight started to get more insane, he snatched you away from the scene when the moment was right (he may have left hange behind but they're more than capable of handling themselves in a fight). you thanked him profusely and offhandedly mentioned that you were definitely not working back there again after what happened. it could've been the traces of alcohol in his system or the adrenaline, but he kissed you right there. you pushed him away of course, completely shocked that the humanity's strongest had literally just kissed you unwarrantedly. he wanted to take his time to get to know you, he really did. yet levi realizes that he's no different from the disgusting man that he had just beat his face in, his grip around your arm tightening as he forces you against the grating wall in the dark alleyway.

[doestalker]

plug!eren yeager who finds you crying on his front porch during one of his pool parties. makeup running down your cheeks, your body shaking from the cold air hitting your bare skin in the outfit you were wearing, a black bikini top and some mini shorts that hugged your figure.

he sits next to you, lighting up a blunt and asking you what's wrong, eyes glued on the way your chest heaves with each hiccup as you try to calm down.

eren frowns when you tell him you found your boyfriend making out with the girl he told you not to worry about, practically fucking each other with their clothes on. he stays silent for a few seconds, baffled by the idea that someone would have the nerve to cheat on an attractive girl like you.

and he shares that thought as he passes you the blunt. you accept it with a light giggle, taking a puff and looking at him from head to toe. he was wearing a white tee and baggy jeans, his medium-length hair in a half ponytail with a few loose strands framing his sharp features. you notice how the silver of his chains highlighted the green in his eyes. he was undeniably attractive, and the way he stared at you made it clear that he found you cute too.

as you pass him the blunt back, eren asks you who your boyfriend was. his brows shoot up in disbilief when you tell him it was jean kirsten.

saying jean and eren weren't fond of each other would be an understatement. they despised each other. jean saw eren as an arrogant pot-head with no future beyond a life behind bars, while eren viewed jean as a stuck-up hypocrite—someone who talked trash behind his back but came crawling when he needed a fix. their animosity was deeply rooted in their mutual disdain.

the corners of his mouth twitch upward, and a sparkle of mischief dances in his eyes as he offers you a way to get back at jean. he's practically brimming with excitement at the thought of how furious that horse-faced idiot would get when he sees you with him. you don't know if it's the mix of alcohol and weed or eren's deliciously intoxicating aura, but you think it's a good plan—great even—so you agree.

next thing you know, you're down to your bikini, clinging onto eren's shoulders as you make out with him in the pool. his lips are soft and wet from the pool water, and his tongue—exploring posessively the inside of your mouth, tastes like raspberry vodka. your hand glides easily through his damp hair, grip tightening as he nips at your lower lip, his teeth sinking gently into the soft flesh. his fingers dig firmly into the sides of your hips, holding you tight against his firm torso.

you felt someone's gaze burning into you, so when you pull away from the kiss, you turn your head and meet with jean's eyes.

you wanted to laugh. he looked so furious even though the same girl he was making out with before was wrapped around him.

"what a fucking clown," eren muttered softly against your ear. "how could something like him bag someone like you?" there was a hint of something in his voice, but you couldn't manage to figure out what.

you answered him with another kiss. now that you knew jean was looking at you, you made sure to put on a show. your legs were now tangled around eren's waist, and your tongue danced with his, your lips making an erotic wet noise as you explored each other hungrily. you've never kissed jean like these, not in public at least.

a small, high-pitched giggle escaped your lips as he boldly moved down his hands to greedily grab your ass and guide you both towards the edge of the pool. all the while, his lips remained locked on yours, his kiss unbroken as he manouverd the both of you out of the water.

the cold air hit your body the moment it was out of the pool, sending a shiver down your spine and making you stay against eren's impossibly warm body. he looked down at you with a soft smile, tucking a loose hairstrand behind your ear.

or,

plug!eren yeager who has his hand firmly planted on the back of your head, pushing it into the matress, while he pounds into you. your clothes are now scattered around his bedroom along with his and the loud music blasting from the backyard couldn't muffle the wet sounds of your pussy swallowing his length.

"ahh, eren~" you whined, barely able to breath with the suffocating pressure of his hand and the rapid pace of his hips.

"yeah? you like that?" he said, and you could hear the smirk on his face. he took a long drag of his blunt, his thrusts slowing a bit, just to tease you. and when his lungs were full of the intoxicating smoke, he pulled you close to him by your hair. grabbing you by the cheeks with his other hand, he blew the smoke into your open mouth. "take it, baby," eren ordered.

you aspired as much as you could, already feeling lightheaded, then exhaled the smoke back into his face. eren smiled, proud, and gave you a wet kiss on the cheek. "that's it, baby, good girl." you moaned at his praise.

eren brings the blunt close to your lips, he didn't need to say anything as you took a drag from it. it was kinda difficult, since he was still pounding into you, so it took two tries to line the filter with your mouth.

"good. girl." groaned the brunette through gritted teeth, his lustful eyes almost completely black from his dilated pupils. it was now your turn to shotgun the smoke into his mouth, and of course he took it like a champ.

he puts the blunt away on a small tray next to you, which had rolling papers, filters and a lighter. it was your idea to take this to his bedroom after that panty-dropping kiss, but it was his idea to roll a blunt while he was buried deep inside your cunt. but goddammit if it wasn't hot.

you were used to having boring sex with jean. the missionary only kinda sex. you've always desired to be manhandled, for him to take you from behind, to slap you or to spank you. it never happenned though, and you didn't push it too much.

but now? oh boy.

eren was fucking you like a beast. the way he pounds his cock into your cervix, in contrast with the way he praises you like you are the prettiest girl he's ever been with? it was all driving you equally crazy and to your climax. you swear you started seeing stars.

"i'm gonna cum, babygirl, m'gonna fill up that tight little pussy, hm?" eren pants, sliding his hand through the curve of your arched back, back and forth, until it's resting against your ass cheek and leaves a hard slap there.

"erenn! please, fill me up," you whined, voice muffled by the matress. "fu-uuck, i'm gonna cum~"

"cum on my dick, princess, want you to cream my fucking cock like a good girl."

let's just say, jean had no way of winning you back now that you tried plug!eren yeager's cock.

[leviackermanssjewishwife]

You sat on Levi’s lap, while he rocked his cock into you, still having the audacity to continue working on his papers.

“You’re really fucking me while you continue to sign papers?” You asked a little offended, but a soft moan breaks your words as his cock fits perfectly into you.

“You’re the one who came in here whining that I fucked you after you failed to make yourself come.” He says bluntly and a bit rudely continuing to slowly rock his hips, just pushing his cock in a bit more each time.

“I know, but I wanted a little more…” You say with another soft whine as he slams his hips suddenly jolting you a bit.

“Stop whining and start moaning or you’re getting nothing.” He says in the same blunt and slightly rude voice clapping his hand over your mouth continuing to fuck, and continuing to do those stupid papers.

“Good girl.” He purrs in your ear as you give up and start moaning into his hand as he rocks his hips, pushing his dick further into while, bouncing his knee hitting your clit.

“And all you had to do was shut up and listen.”

[marisoil]

𝑫𝐎𝐄 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒

summary: post-rumbling, reiner decides to pay you a visit. somewhere along the night he realizes he wants more than he’s allowed himself to have.

an: first ever time writing a oneshot this is wild!! thereʼs not enough canon-verse fics on here. ily reiner plz have my kids.

genre: fluff

word count: 2,040

the walk to your little house feels like a pilgrimage, the quiet paths are different now, quiet like everything else in this strange peace, but his feet know the way. every step bringing him closer to you feels like something that’s his alone, something he’s stolen from whatever fate has decided for him. as his feet drag along the asphalt, he feels it, that old feeling he’d buried deep, kept under the lock of duty and war and shame. he canʼt his finger on it, partially because he isnʼt used to feeling it and the other reason being his unease at embracing the ferocious ardency heʼs inclined to feel for you and you only. it feels something like want, like yearning. thereʼs a hunger that lies dormant in the depths of his stomach for your presence, he craves it. it’s become something primal. when you’re not there, it’s like you’ve left a sunken space in him that he can’t fill. the feeling is so strong it drives him delirious, his mind tricking him into seeing you everywhere in everything all at once.

he’ll catch the faintest whiff of something sweet and saccharine, and he turns too quickly, thinking for a split second that you’re there, only for reality to empty itself into disappointment. it’s maddening, truly. he should count himself lucky that you look at him with adoration, not hate or disgust. it's a wonder to him, really, the way your irises sussurate with an adoration he cannot quantify, as if he could never disappoint you. it clutches his sternum in a brutal, unrelenting grip, he feels the weight of it in his throat, an unfamiliar pulse. being tethered to the horrifying vastness of your adoration for him is both a sufferance and a delight.

each time your eyes cut into him, something feral stirs, absurd in its magnitude. it is not want; it is collapse, an insatiable entropy dragging him toward visions fabricated entirely of you, a universe where only your form exists. he craves the things he can't have, for things he knows he doesn't deserve. he aches for the wreckage of your voice, the way a certain word escalades from your throat. his name resting on the tip of your tongue. reiner.

he knows he's being greedy, but can he be blamed? he wants your presence beside him, filling the air with something honest when the night unspools the seams of everything he’s hidden from himself. he wants the sound of your footfall, the solace of your soft hands soothe over the wounds he’s long since tried to veil. it’s all he can do not to scream for it. your very existence fills his senses until there’s no room for anything else. he’s greedy, he knows that. but it feels less like a sin and more like the only truth left when he reaches for you.

reiner finds himself hesitating just outside your door, his hand hovering in the air as he gathers his breath, eyes fixed on the warm glow spilling from your window. he’s been here before, he’s seen that same light, the one that makes your home feel like something from a memory he’s never had, but tonight, something feels different. maybe it’s him. maybe it’s just the need to see you, to feel something warm and alive again. the front porch was adorned with little plants in mismatched pots, vibrant green against the earthy wood. it suited you—warm, welcoming, a sanctuary. his breath hangs in the air, and for a second, he almost turns back. he almost turns back, almost lets the fear swallow him but he can’t, not after all this time, not after all the misery he self-inflicted upon himself all for the sake of loving you secretly. so, he raises a hand, knocking softly.

soon enough you open the door and there he is, broad and tired, standing on your doorstep as if he were exactly where he was meant to be. for a moment, you just look at each other. you stand there with the light falling around you in soft, warm colors, a subdued inhalation of surprise escaping your lips and reiner has to remind himself to breathe. there’s something so simple, so uncomplicated about this, about you in the doorway, framed by a house that feels alive with your residence. you don’t know what he sees in you, standing there in your small, homey world, but you can see it on his face, that hint of awe barely masked by his usual serene demeanor. then his expression shifts, softened by a small, familiar smile.

“i figured iʼd check in on you,” he says, voice a little lower than usual, “i wanted to see how you were settling in.”

you smile, “thatʼs sweet of you.” stepping aside, you motioned for him to step inside, “come in and see for yourself! i’m pretty proud of the place, actually.”

as he steps over the threshold, you notice him looking around, his gaze catching on the simple things—the plants in their little mismatched pots, the scarf you left over the back of a chair, your books stacked on shelves that barely hold them all. it’s all you, every inch of it, and he never wants to leave.

“oh i love it here,” you beam, almost shy, and he can’t tear his eyes away from the way you look in this moment, pride and warmth written across your face. “it’s just…it’s mine and i’ve never had that before.”

he only nods. “it suits you.”

you brighten. “i don’t have tea,” you tell him, “but i do.have hot chocolate. i know, technically itʼs not in season but this is my house and i get to do what i want sooo..?” you grin, eager to be a good host.

“hot chocolate sounds perfect,” he says, laughing softly to himself with a specific bliss only you can evoke within him. as you moved around the kitchen, pulling out mugs and heating the milk, reiner lets himself relax, sinking into the cozy couch. you hummed softly to yourself, how at home you seemed here, in this space youʼd made. and for a fleeting moment, he imagined coming here every evening, finding you here, waiting for him. it was silly but it made him giddy.

you finish and bring the hot chocolate over, handing him a chipped mug filled with the warm, rich drink, and he takes it. you settle beside him, watching as he takes a sip, his eyes closing as the sweet liquid pools into his mouth. it was rich, sweet, with just a hint of something extra—cinnamon, maybe? it was unexpected, and he smiled to himself. it tastes like you, somehow, although he doesnʼt yet have evidence to back that statement up. he wonders if you know how good it feels just to sit here, to be near you, to let himself soften in your presence.

“thanks.”

the night wears on and a gentle drowsiness settles over you. fighting back a yawn, glancing at the clock, realizing how late it’s gotten and he’s already reaching for the mugs on the table.

“let me help you with those,” he says, gesturing to the mugs on the table.

“oh,” you say, a little flustered, “you don’t have to—”

but he’s already at the sink, sleeves rolled up as he rinses the chocolate stained mugs, his movements practiced like he was made for a life of domesticity. the sight of him washing your dishes, his large hands so gentle and careful, tugs at something deep inside you. he’d be a good father, you think suddenly, your heart skipping a beat at the thought. he has that quiet strength, that steady patience, the kind of man who’d hold a child like they were made of glass. he turns, catching you watching him, and you can feel the blush creeping up your cheeks.

“what?” he asks softly and you shake your head, shrugging. “nothing.”

he walks back over, stopping just a little closer than before, closer than friends should be. you rise from your reclined position on the couch, his eyes follow you. he’s not sure what to do with the tension hanging between you, but he knows he can’t look away.

“reiner,” you whisper, voice barely audible, your eyes soft and warm as they meet his. you rise just slightly on your toes, fingers reaching for his hand where it lingers behind your ear, drawing it down and entwining your fingers with his. his heart stutters as he feels your grip tighten. you lean in, your lips brushing against his in a kiss so soft, so tender, that he feels something in him unravel, something he’s held tightly for so long finally slipping free. you part slowly, his breath hitches, lips still tingling from your kiss, and he instinctively darts his tongue out to wet them, savoring the lingering taste. a faint sweetness coats his mouth, the subtle warmth of chocolate mingling with the softness of you. it’s rich and a little bitter, melting slowly on his tongue, leaving him wanting more of the quiet indulgence that you’d just shared.

and then, without warning, he feels the tears start to fall, warm and wet against his cheeks, spilling over before he can stop them. he tries to pull away, tries to hide it, but your hands are there, steady and sure, cradling his face as he breaks, his shoulders shaking with the force of emotions he can’t contain.

you pull back, eyes wide, a flicker of panic crossing your face as you take in his tears, the way he’s falling apart in front of you.

“reiner?” you whisper, voice filled with worry. “are you okay? did i do something wrong?”

he quickly shake his head no, tries to find the words, but all he can manage is a choked sob, his voice thick and broken as he tries to speak. “i’m sorry,” he murmurs, his voice barely audible. “i just…i never thought iʼd feel this way.”

your expression softens, and you pull him closer, your arms wrapping around him as he clings to you, letting himself be held, letting himself fall apart in your embrace. he clings to you, burying his face in your shoulder as the tears continue. there’s relief in the way you hold him, in the warmth of your arms wrapped around him. he feels himself melt into you, surrendering to the comfort, and embracing the way he’s laid himself bare before you.

“i don’t want to go back home tonight.”

you smile, a warmth in your gaze that sends a shiver through him. “then stay,” you whisper, voice barely above a breath.

and in that moment, he knows he doesn’t want to be anywhere else.

[levispersonalslave]

“Let's get home. You're freezing, and I don't feel like having to take care of you when you catch a cold.”

He grunted in a low voice, tugging you along the sidewalk by your gloved hand. A thick blanket of ice had fallen upon the brickwork, crunching beneath the two pairs of boots.

“Already?” You grumbled but allowed him to lead you to your shared home nonetheless.

“Yes, already. I warned you multiple times to bring an overcoat.” He retorted with a characteristic scowl.

You huffed, a puff of white appearing at your lips. The two of you paused before crossing the street, and whilst you waited for the cars that flashed by to slow down, he stole a handful of glances at your face. Your cheeks, as well as the tip of your nose, were tinted red from the cold. Your chin was buried in your scarf in an attempt to warm yourself a tad more.

He averted his gaze, concealing his warmed cheeks with his own scarf. When should he offer you his coat? Maybe now...

The traffic had begun to die down, allowing you to cross the street safely, hand-in-hand. He stopped you as you stepped onto the bricks with him. You looked at him, puzzled, before he slipped off his trench coat and carefully draped it over your shoulders, “At least now you won't be complaining about a runny nose by the time we get home...”

Despite his snarky remark, you offered him a grateful smile of which he looked away from. You tugged the coat further onto your shoulders, the lavender scent lingering on the fabric.

//272 words, 1478 characters //

[cyanhydrangea]

It was cleaning day in the Ackerman's household.

"Great job you two!" You said as you pat your children's head. The twins just finished wiping the windows by themselves.

Looking at you three, your husband Levi Ackerman stopped vacuuming and walks towards you. He bowed so his head is at your eye level and says nothing.

"Levi?" You're confused by your husband's gesture.

"Papa wants a head pat too!" Your daughter points out. Your 5 year old son nodded in agreement.

You wondered how your twins could figure that out easily. You smiled to yourself before giving Levi a headpat he deserved as well (and a kiss on his cheek, for no reason other than to see your husband blushed).

#CyanHydrangea

Date Written: 08/05/2024

[the-traveling-poet]

Levi x fem!reader, period comfort ? 🙏🏼

Slow Down

Your line of duty had always been and would continue to be stressful on a good day; you’d accepted this the moment you graduated training. Between the piling responsibilities assigned to your rank and the many comrades you’d befriended over the years, you were certainly kept on your feet. But on days like today, when your body ached and your mind raced, the work was nearly too much to handle alone. Thankfully this time, you wouldn’t have to be.

Pairing: Levi x AFAB!reader (addressed as y/n, so feel free to chose for yourself how you’d like to view reader!)

Warnings: Descriptions of menstrual cycle, disassociation, sensory overload, mental stress/anxiety, comfort fluff.

A/N: I have an old fic done on this here, but since I was experiencing a 2 week early cycle myself when I received this ask and wanted to die, and by the time I finished this ask I had another early cycle and currently wanna die, I’ll happily do another one! If anything doesn’t match your preferences, I’ll happily re-write to better fit your ideas! Also I apologize for the very very long wait! I hope you’re still around to see it finished! Also to make up for this, this is a 1.5k word count fic lol.

Everything was a disaster. One thing after another prevented you from merely sitting, from processing the reality of the day thus far and depriving you a moment's sanctuary from the ache settles deep within the muscles of your poor lower back.

A favor here, a chore there; documents to sign, errands to be run, a squad to manage and train, voices of many a scout far too loud for your liking echoing off the walls and muddling your racing mind, preventing comprehension to a single thought you had...It was nearly too much to bear, on such a day as this.

There was a fine line between being a people pleaser unnecessarily, and simply being helpful towards others you held dear or at least within respectable regard to complete what needed done around HQ on such a busy day; and you walked that line very finely indeed today.

How could you say no to Hange's pleas for a favor to run into town on their behalf when they looked frazzled amidst their own responsibilities?

And how could you go against an order from Commander Erwin himself to sort through the armful of cadet's profiles he had on his desk before the night was up, to help lessen his own load?

Of course you'd help them, on top of your already assigned duties, all at the expense of any free time you'd needed to rest a moment...It was fine, was it not?

So here you were, one arm clutching leather bound booklets to your chest, a bag in the other hand hanging limply in your grasp, a pen long forgotten tucked behind your ear discarded there for safe keeping after signing off for deliveries, and a single boot nearly fully untied dragging the floor for each hurried step you took down hall after hall. You were a mess, you had to have known. But still you kept on.

Though all the while your back ached, and your abdomen tensed in immense protest every few minuets you dared forget about your distresses. Every step you took only vividly reminded you of your need to go change, to clean up and try again with a ‘'fresh' start if you will. But you knew these tasks at hand were more important than your personal comfort. But was it worth your waning sanity?

For every delivery of parchment or perhaps a document form, passing from one shaking hand to another, left you more exhausted than the hand off previous. Every step demanded a rest, yet ever you mind protested such an idea. How could your mind not? But you mustn't falter now, despite the aches it brought upon you, less you deem yourself a 'failure' of sorts. And above all else, you couldn't have that, could you?

That thought echoed the loudest in your mind, nearly as overbearing as the sights and sounds around you shortening your breath. Surely you were over exaggerating to yourself. The pains could be ignored, and the glazed look to your eyes wasn't noticeable to anyone glancing your way. If you told yourself that enough times, you'd eventually believe it to be true and not think of it anymore, right? You weren't failing simple tasks by needing a break if you never took one.

"Y/N!" A familiar voice called out, only worsening the way your skin seemed to itch and your lungs seemed to constrict for every noise that added itself to the fray of chaos that was your mind.

Halting in your tracks, you let the man catch up to you in the hall.

"There you are, we'd been looking for you!" He panted, leaning an arm against the wall.

"We?" You murmured back wearily.

"A couple of the Captains and I, yes...Anyways, we needed one of the documents before you handed it off to Commander. It needs another signature we miscounted for before handing it off to you." He explained with a shrug.

Shifting through the leather bound books and documents in your arms, you felt ready to collapse. Didn't you have enough going on?

"It's here somewhere just...One moment...It's been a day..."

"Oh, and Section Commander Hange needs those items from town soon. I ran into them a moment ago and they asked-"

"I'll get there, I promise, I just need a moment.” You cut him off, breathing abnormally heavily through flashes of pain and fatigue. Though such a simple ask, you felt this might just be your undoing.

He looked surprised for a moment, opening his mouth as if to add on another mind numbing task. But his look of surprise couldn’t match yours when a door behind you opened and a hand reached out to clasp onto your slouched shoulder.

Biting back a yelp, you turned to face the culprit right as he spoke.

“She’s had enough for now. Take what you need for Shitty-Glasses and Eyebrows; Y/N’s busy with me now.”

Stunned, the man saluted to Captain Levi and gently took the file he had been looking for and the bag from your arms, soon enough scurrying off.

Feeling a bit dazed yourself, you felt Levi’s hand on your shoulder lightly tug you into the direction of his office.

“I-I’m so sorry, sir. I got so caught up in responsibilities- I didn’t mean to make a commotion outside your door-“ You started, only to be met with his door closing softly behind you and a pale hand raised for silence.

"I can assure you, whatever it is you're rambling on about, it's fine." Levi grumbled, moving to lean on the lip of his desk with folded arms across his chest.

"You're a mess...Just how long do you plan to keep up the look of vague shit smell on your face?"

"Dunno...Till I feel better?" You sighed and set what was left in your arms onto a cleared surface nearby to let your arms relax.

Backing up a step from the desk, Levi narrowed his gaze

"You contagious?"

"Not sick," You huffed in defeat. But before you could begin to explain, he was off again.

"What, irritable bowel syndrome then? You're hunched over like you’re in pain."

Though at first you raised a brow inquisitively, you eventually found yourself snickering quietly, a hand coming up instinctively to your abdomen as the movement caused some sharp aches and pains. Leave it to Levi to resort to shit jokes.

"...No, just tired...hurting a little….Menstrual cycle, exhaustion, got overwhelmed…It’s fine.”

Levi merely grunted in absentminded response as he meandered back over to his desk. But he watched you in a way that made you question; had you miffed him? Distracted him from whatever work he’d been chipping away at?

The anxiety on top of it all only made your chest constrict further.

“I'm confused; what did you pull me in here for? Did you need something?"

Looking back up to meet your gaze, Levi raised a curious brow.

"No, I don't need anything. Though if anything, I needed you to quit worrying. It won't increase the quantity or quality of your tasks." He grumbled, looking over your disheveled appearance.

“And you need to slow down. Take a break, sit down…Can’t imagine what pain you’re in, but no one can go on forever like this.”

Stunned, you merely stood there staring for a moment watching him, in which time he sighed and gestured over to a small couch in his office.

"Sit. Get those belts off. I've heard caffeine can sometimes help with...cramps, and stuff. I'll brew some tea if you get off your damned feet."

Slowly you sat onto the couch in the corner of his office, wincing slightly in pain as you adjusted to a better position to lessen the aches in your abdomen.

“Why? Why are you…Why do you care about getting me tea and making me rest?”

You found yourself mumbling, unable to keep the thoughts bouncing through your head from slipping out. Levi was silent as he stood from his desk, setting down his pen and loosening the collar of his shirt.

You thought maybe he might just leave without a response; reapers through the office door with a couple cups of tea just as silently as he’d left. But he hesitated in putting his palm on the door’s handle, glancing over his shoulder at where you’d curled yourself up and attempted to slip off your boots.

“If you won’t take care of yourself, then someone has to. I’d rather that be me, if it’s all the same to you.”

Before long you found yourself with a blanket over your lap and a steaming mug of tea in your hands, feeling much more yourself without the anxieties and stresses pulling you this way and that. Levi had abandoned his work for a time, choosing to sit on the other side of the couch with his own teacup in hand.

‘To keep an eye on you in case you pass out.’ He’d stated when you inquired. Though with how easily he chatted with you during that time of rest, you couldn’t help but feel as though maybe he’d wanted an excuse to sit and talk over tea. Maybe the ghost of a smile on his face meant he enjoyed your company, as much as you enjoyed his.

[suukee]

other half 彡 levi ackerman

» summary ⋆ levi doesn’t exactly notice it, but one of his love languages is physical touch. (how he acts when he’s in love)

» content ⋆ levi ackerman x reader. fluff, hurt/comfort. mentions character deaths. written with season four, special two in mind.

» word count ⋆ 1070

Levi doesn’t exactly notice it, but one of his love languages is physical touch.

That’s because, growing up, he lost everyone he treasured.

His mother passed away when he was nothing more than a living skeleton, too young to live on his own. The last memory he recalls is laying his head down on her lap and her feather-like touch. Her fingers were gentle as they ran through his hair. Sometimes it had grown so long to the point where she’d braid them.

The man who found Levi, rotting beside the corpse of his mother, raised him as though he was a caretaker, but not like a father. It’s vague in Levi’s older years, but he remembers the head pats and the hair ruffling. The man was overall careless and strong, but he had soft moments where he’d praise Levi. And just out of the blue, the mystery man abandoned him. Years later, when it was revealed that this man was his uncle all along, he had died in the next moment.

Then there was Furlan and Isabel, the only two people he had considered his family in his adult years Underground. Isabel was a girl with no personal space for the people she cared for. For as long as she could remember, she loved hugs. And while Levi was stiff and complaint about it, she’d do it again and again. Pats on the shoulder from Furlan were enough of a relief to know he was there. Yet, they soon left, devoured on their first expedition outside the walls.

Levi’s very first squad respected his space, unlike Isabel. Even so, they meant something to him. He’d only seen the aftermath of their lives. He doesn’t have much of a physical memory from them. He carries the weight of being unable to protect them as they always would for him.

Then came the commander—both of them. The people he grew to appreciate. He wouldn’t dare to admit out loud they had become his friends. The two strong leaders made a great sacrifice for the sake of humanity. It was heavy. Like the death of his squad, he added that weight to the list. He could feel the hands of Erwin and Hange on his shoulders urging him on.

They’re all gone. Bittersweet memories. Repeating nightmares taunt him just when he thinks he’s got it wrapped around his head.

Through such hardships, he’s gifted with you. The war hasn’t come to an end, not yet, but you’re the only person he knows who survived countless battles from the very beginning.

You have become the only person in the entire world to whom he will cry, vent, and lean toward when he needs to. Whenever he wants to.

His comfort is his best friend. His lover. His partner in crime. That’s always going to be you.

Anyone who catches him holding your hand or kissing your cheek may find it strange. He doesn’t want to be touched by anyone, let alone touch someone himself. He’s a damn intimidating man. One look is all he needs to drive people away. And while it took some time to get to the point where he could freely be himself, the thought that he doesn’t deserve you still gnaws at him.

You treat him like a living person, not as Humanities Strongest. You went through hell and back just to get to know him, to understand him—why he acts and feels the way he does. You’ve changed him into a better man, and you’ve accepted his flaws. Your devotion and love are so innocent and pure, he knows you’d do it all over again. Just for him.

He didn’t make it easy to break down his walls. His guard was exhaustingly high. He tried to push you away in case of the day he loses you, then it wouldn’t hurt so much. But as his calloused hands find their place on the soft skin of your cheeks, eyes shining of love, giggles echoing in his ears, he doesn’t look back. You’re the one he wants to protect. Lay his life down for. A reason to look ahead.

Sometimes, you’re too busy laughing to notice he smiles when you’re this close. But you know he’s content despite how rarely he smiles.

At meetings or meals, he’ll sit across from you. There are times when he rests the tip of his boot atop yours lightly. It’s just his way of keeping in contact with you. If he decides to sit next to you, he’ll be close enough that your knees press against his gently. It did take him some time to kiss you, but he was uneasy about public displays of affection. On his own, and with your patience, he comes to terms with holding your finger or keeping a grip around your waist whenever you’re out together.

He’s a different man in private. He holds you so close, hugging you tightly like you’ll disappear if he lets go. He loves it when you come to the office late at night, settling yourself on his lap as he completes his work—writing with one hand and holding you against him with the other (he complains someone will see and that you should be getting rest, but makes no effort to get you off). When exhaustion kicks in, Levi loves to rest his head on your shoulder, keeping a hand on your thigh and gently caressing the fabric of your pants or, even better, your skin. His body weight is all on you when he’s knocked out cuddling, not that you’ve ever complained about it. Not that you ever will.

Who would’ve guessed the stoic captain had such a soft side?

Nighttime is the worst. A swarm of nightmares disturb his rest. That’s when he becomes desperate for your touch. Your chest and your lap, that’s his new favorite pillow. Your fingers playing with his hair, his undercut, or rubbing his upper back boosts his melatonin. Your arms are the safest place in such an unforgiving world. You’re a calming piece of his life he doesn’t dare to lose.

He can’t.

Even though the war isn’t over, and there’s no time to spend together, it’s your presence that aids him for a while. Even if he can’t see with his eye properly, he relies on touch. Just your hand, and he’s good.

Who would he be without you? He doesn’t want to know.

[yorsgirl]

Grant me a wish

Levi Ackerman x Reader

Synopsis: In which, Levi takes it upon himself to fulfil that one wish of yours.

Trope: Fluff, established relationship.

Warnings: Post Canon, implied nsfw, kissing, no mentions of y/n.

Word count: 1.3k

A/N: Nothing just me milking my daydream with this fine specimen of a man. Fuck you Isayama for making my man go through all that shit 😭 (jk, thank you for writing this amazing story for us)

Levi never said that he loved you.

In all the years you've spent with him neither did he once speak those three words. He never said those words while you were in the infirmary being treated for your broken ankle.

Neither had he ever urged you to skip any expedition nor did he push you away when you were adamant to fight this war alongside him.

Perhaps, his love is not to be heard. It's meant to be felt.

It was felt when you were the first one he looked for after every expedition. It was felt when he'd ask you to stay back for training. It was felt he himself strapped the harness of your ODM before an expedition. It was felt that after submitting the paperwork he'd take a trip to your room. It was felt when he told you about his past; revealing each and every darkest secret as you shared a cup of tea under the starlight. To know the hands which caressed your form every night with tenderness were the same hands stained with the red of death.

Amidst this never-ending war, the concept of a blooming romance was like a far-fetched dream. And there was a hint of fear. Fear of you suffering the same fate as everyone he loved.

For everyone he loved had been taken away one way or another.

.

It wasn't on any special day that it happened.

The air was humid and you could hear the crickets chirping outside your window. The sun was setting down the horizon slowly when Levi asked you that question.

"They died for us..." He had said, gazing out the window before shifting his form towards you.

"Would you live with me for the rest of my life?"

There was no bit of hesitation on his face but you could sense a subtle hint of fear when his voice turned heavy. Fear of what might be your answer. It wasn't a question on impulse or one of reassurance you had answered previously.

He didn't kneel before you nor did he voice out any of his feelings. It was a question, as simple as that. Yet, it was the most important he had ever asked of you.

When you didn't answer for long, he was prepared to apologize as his shoulders slumped down. But before he could conjure those words, your lips met his. It was unlike any other kisses you had shared until that day. Your lips didn't move against his, it stayed like a touch of a petal.

It was a kiss to shush him from wringing an apology (what was there to even apologize for), one to convey your answer.

He brought out a ring from his pocket. Nothing fancy, just a silver band on first inspection. In the second look, you found his initials engraved on the backside. He slid it on your finger without any further ado.

Next, he had passed you another identical ring and forwarded his hand to you. You found your initials engraved on its backside as he urged you to put it on him.

"I could only afford this." He confessed, meeting your gaze. There was a subtle disappointment lingering in his voice. He could have gotten you something more intricately crafted or one made of a more valuable metal.

You offered a soft smile, intertwining your fingers with his. The pad of his thumb rubbed circles upon your knuckles, the silver ring glinted as the sunlight reflected on it.

Only if he knew, you needed no ring for you had him by your side.

.

Each step towards the altar was a step-down memory lane.

Clad in a black suit, similar to the one he had worn to all the meetings in the survey corps. You always told him he looked like some nobleman wearing such an outfit.

You noticed the slight change in demeanor when he saw you walking down the aisle in your white dress and a bouquet of white lilies. He was standing before the priest; waiting for your arrival.

That caused a frown. His knee was still damaged and from the medical reports, he needed to rest it as much as possible. You remember repeatedly chiding him to use the wheelchair but his stubbornness was evident. You were sure to give him an earful after this was over.

You never took Levi as the one to want a traditional wedding ceremony. You were sure he'd want to just sign the papers in court and be done with it. That's what you thought. 

Until he asked you to pick a dress and a location. Informing you he had sent word to your union to the needful people. So you did, chose a dress to your liking and the spot which held both of your memories—the survey corps headquarters.

Walking between all the guests you reached him. A lot of guests weren't present to witness this matrimony. Only his remaining squad and the queen made a graceful appearance with her daughter - Ymir. But they were your family. The very family with whom you had fought a war alongside. The ones who held witness to your laughs and tears, who had your back through thick and thin.

A family brought together by tragedy.

Levi helped you up the stairs, offering his hand which you took gratefully. Standing before him, all the doubts that plagued your mind previously faded into thin air. There were no regrets, no second guesses, no jitters, nothing except the love you held for him. Looking back, there were a lot of things he didn't say but his actions conveyed proof of those unspoken words.

Everything felt right when you looked into his eyes.

A sense of tranquillity settled on you. Your loud heartbeat seized to a comforting pace when he held your hand. Gazing at you with no bit of hesitance whatsoever. There was a ghost of a smile adorning his lips.

He never looked more beautiful than now.

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"Grant me a wish, Levi."

"What kind?"

"To speak of your honest feelings when the right day comes."

====

You were the strongest in his eyes.

Humanity's strongest soldier, they called him. He carried loads of expectations behind his back; and carried the hopes and dreams of every soldier who gave up their life for this cause. For a chance at freedom which was so valiantly fought for till the end.

And now, he stood before you. You, the woman who stuck by his side till the end. To not keep a distance when he revealed his vulnerabilities and shared about the darkness residing in him. Quite the contrary, you closed the distance into an embrace.

Surreal to know, you were here and not some vision in the air. You were here, right before him. And this war was over. The bloodshed, the death, the conflicts, everything was over. Hence now, he decided to live. Live a life with you which you used to speak about. A normal life.

He honestly didn't know what the future held. Neither was he aware of how this decision will turn out. He never had but he knew if you were with him; he'd figure it out.

The priest's voice reached his ears.

"State your vows."

Vows. He was never vocal about his intentions. Not the one to make sweet, empty promises. But here, he wished to say something which he always meant to express.

He took a deep breath, clutching your hand tightly in his. Each syllable of your name rolled off his mouth in an agonizing slow pattern.

And after a long time, he saw tears slide down your eyes. For once, these tears were not of sorrow but of happiness. The absolute bliss to hear him speak of his feelings for you. He granted your wish on this very day.

Those words:

"I'll always be yours."

[magicdustsworld]

DONUTS

Levi Ackerman x gn!reader

NOTES: fluff; modern setting; 100 wc; dividers by @/saradika-graphics

Event: Submission for @thedrabblecollective under the prompt of day 4 - stack.

"Can you stack donuts on it?"

"On what?"

"You know..." You drawl on the sentence, a mischievous smirk quirking your lips as your gaze shifts down to his clothed crotch.

Realization dawns on Levi a second later, but before you can laugh, a pillow hits your face.

"Hey!" Protest slips off and you shoot him a glare. "What was that for?"

He scowls, "So that you can get your head out of the gutter."

"Come on," you chuckle, inching closer to him, "Its for research purposes."

To which, he doesn't even cast you a glance. Instead, "Stop mingling with Hanji."

[ambrosialdesire]

I saw your post about yandere Levi so I was wondering what your thoughts would be on yandere Jean? (I’m ngl I can’t really picture him as a yandere but he’s so fine.)

to this day, i think his s4 hair is still kinda goofy (pls don't come for me haha it's simply my opinion, maybe it's because i'm still used to his old hair lolol)

my thoughts on yandere jean are kinda standard. as of now, i can only see him as a yandere that's not going to have much changes to his personality, whether or not the reader is an enemy or on his side. yeah if you're an enemy, he's first going to be a little hesitant on making a move on you but regardless, his outcome/methods are the same. he's not my most favorite character but i do like him and his character. back in middle school, i used to be OBSESSED with reading eren x reader x jean because of the conflict LMAO

sorry this is kinda short compared to my levi post, guess i gotta write more yandere!jean if i want to get used to his character haha

again this is sorta written as a gender neutral reader but it's also slightly implied to be a fem reader.

tw: manipulation, inappropriate touching, possessive behavior, implied non-con, jealousy themes

anyways back to yandere jean explanation. for me, he's not the one that's going to strike first. he’s the one that’s gonna wait it out till the end, but he will have his influences in order to get what he wants. he's cunning and observant, using what he's seen and known so he can properly manipulate. to the untrained eye, it seems that he's just cocky about being able to do this but he's secretly nervous and doubtful in his abilities, constantly thinking if what he's doing is morally correct. he's still as temperamental as he was when he was a trainee but it now eats him on the inside; he doesn't express his anger that much anymore but his jealousy is at a consistent all time high.

to his friends and other soldiers, jean just seems like normal jean. sure, he's a little overprotective and tends to move you away from the others so it would be just the two of you. sure, he may tell you things about your friends that make you think twice on why you're still talking to them. sure, sometimes you can feel his hands wander a little more than you're used to. but that's only because he knows what's best for you, right? jean promises he's everything but a dishonest man, he's only looking out for you!

jean is also known to be quite the daydreamer too, imagining a homely life with you despite the circumstances going around in the world around him. he loves the thought of you and him being all domestic, a child on your hip while you waited for dinner to finish before he came home from work. sometimes the daydreams wander into something more steamy but it's always quickly cut short because of the others interrupting it. he swears to god that everyone has it out for him whenever he has a daydream about you, like it's some kind of sixth sense.

he's always going to be a little mean to you, always teasing you but he always means well (in his standards at least). i wouldn't say he's a complete tsundere about his feelings but he definitely flirts, feeling embarrassed in secret about it afterwards. remember, he may seem confident on the outside but he always feels a little doubtful internally. he's definitely a force to mess with whenever someone else tries to flirt with you, he has a bite behind his bark at all times.

but when jean gets jealous, it quite literally takes over him. it's always a sickly, crawling feeling that resonates in the pit of his stomach to the edges of his fingertips. his temper is ten times worse too and he gets super insecure, to the point where he'll just straight up grab you and pull you into somewhere that's seclude enough to fuck you raw. he always puts in jabs about if the other person is better than he is and if the kindness he gave to you meant nothing at all. the hate-fucking always leaves you a sobbing mess, begging for his forgiveness and blubbering about how you only wanted him. then and only then will he comfort you, kissing your tears away and quietly apologizing, again repeating that everything he does to you is for your own good.

[leviackermanssjewishwife]

Levi loved knowing he could bring you pleasure.

It was something he basked in.

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

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

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

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

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

[thetaleoflevi]

You don’t remember being encased by something so warm a few minutes ago. There’s suddenly more fabric on you than what you know you’re wearing. When did you develop another pair of lungs that aren’t synced with the ones you know of?

“Levi,” you say, beneath your breath. It’s not enough to wake him, so you try again. “Levi," you grunt, softly, attempting to free your arm, to no avail. "I can’t feel my arm.”

This wakes him up instantly, and he quickly moves away, allowing blood to flow through the veins in your arm again.

“It’s late. Why don’t you just stay over?" you ask.

He shakes his head before looking up at the scene on the screen. Two lovers kissing each other goodbye as the husband heads off to work. You wonder if life with Levi would be like that.

“How about you take the spare room? Nobody ever stays over, anyway, so it’s spotless," you insist.

“I don’t have anything here. If you would have told me ahead of time, I would have prepared an overnight bag.” He looks over at the wall where his shoes sit neatly before ambling over to them. “I have to feed the cat, too," he rasps, putting his shoes on one by one.

“Reno’s a pain," you say, rolling your heavy eyes.

“Yeah, he is,” Levi agrees. “But, I tolerate him enough." He grunts quietly as he stands, heading towards the front door.

What happens next is what you hate most about hanging out alone with Levi.

“Thank you for dinner tonight,” he says, standing outside your door.

“It’s always a pleasure having you over, Levi. You know that," you respond, smiling as you lean on the doorframe.

“I’ll cook for you next time. I know you’re allergic to certain ingredients, but, list them for me incase I miss one.”

Your heart flutters at his thoughtfulness. He doesn’t want you to die, how lovely.

“Okay, I'm looking forward to it." You smile, softly. “Well…”

“Well…” he repeats, which lures a laugh from you.

You take one step outside, one step closer to him.

“Well...” you start again. “...I want you to know that I like spending time with you, Levi. I wish it were like this more often.”

He knows your intentions, and he's having trouble stopping you.

You take one more step towards him and your hands start reaching for his. Strangely, he doesn't pull his hands away when you start interlacing your fingers with his.

“Just this time, please," you whisper, sounding desperate, like you're saying goodbye forever rather than just for the night.

“I should really get going," he says, matching your volume. He doesn’t step away as you diminish the distance between you and him.

“Please,” you beg, admiring the shiny effect the moonlight casts on his eyes.

He squeezes your hands a little, preventing you from putting him in an inescapable embrace, and leans in close. He purposely misses your lips by a couple centimeters, instead pressing his lips against your cheek. This left you a unsatisfied, flustered mess, when you looked at him again.

“I’ll say hi to Reno for you.”

[everlastingleuthymia]

Silly Kyojuro

[wriothesleysgf]

SOAP — eren jaeger.

cws: dirty talk, degradation, name calling, restraints, slight bratty!reader, dacryphilia, facial, possessive eren, mean eren, overstim, slapping, m.sturbation, denial, toy use.

"for such a pretty fucking thing, you're real stupid, ain't ya?" eren spat, thankful that his friends had finally left.

you had both been hanging out with them, and he didn't like how close you'd gotten to jean. the sound of you laughing at his jokes, the view of you making eye contact with him— eren despised it. as you got up from your seat to get a drink, he pulled you down into his lap when you passed him, and that's where you stayed a while after.

there you were subject to his hand creeping up your thigh and under your skirt. he would kiss your neck every now and then, making sure that you felt his teeth on your soft skin if you were talking to anyone but him.

"'m not stupid!" you squeaked. it was a dumb decision, considering you knew exactly what you were in for when eren got like this. he always made it very clear that it would stop if you used your safe word, but you rarely did. the thrill of being claimed, of being used like his little toy, filled you with a rush that nobody else could replicate.

"sweetheart," eren cooed, tilting his head. he stalked over to you. you backed away, until your back hit the bedroom door. eren grabbed both of your wrists in one swift motion, and pinned them above your head. he towered over you. "you know what you were doing."

despite knowing roughly what would come your way, you chose to look at him like a confused puppy. as adorable as eren found such a sight, he chose to just open the door, pushing you inside of the room and not stopping until your back collided with the bed.

he situated himself above you, caging you in with knees on either side of your body. then he used one hand to maintain the grip on your wrists, and the other moved to unbuckle his belt. "don't make me fucking hit you with it, darlin',"

you'd be lying if you said that that threat didn't turn you on even more. although you tried to hide it, eren sees the darkened glint appear in your eyes. "nasty bitch," he spits. "you act like you won't be begging me to stop after a single lash,"

"nu uh," you whisper under your breath, assuming he won't hear. another mistake.

"you want me to slap you around a little, pumpkin? you just adore being bullied, how filthy."

eren then skillfully uses his belt to restrain your wrists, attaching them to the headboard. "stop fucking squirming, i haven't even touched you yet,"

you don't even care what he says, all you can think about is him bullying his cock into you. the sheer dominance that radiates from the man has you acting like a bitch in heat. short, pathetic begs fall past your lips.

"desperate slut," eren continued. he then takes his time removing your clothes, wanting to see how much you writhed under him. every touch was light, for he knew how much you craved his heavy, rough hands all over you. by the time he got around to sliding your panties off, there was a string of slick connecting your cunt to the thin material— which, of course, eren scoffed at.

"aww, baby," he cooes, his voice dripping with so much sweetness that you could easily decipher his attempt at sarcasm. "tell me what ya want, princess, and i'll give it to you, yeah? does my pretty girl want my mouth on her cunt? or does she want me to go get a couple toys, hmm? or is it dick she's craving?" he notices how you whimper at the mention of him filling you up. "want my cock, sweetheart? you always look adorable trying to take me, like that little cunt never gets used to me, no matter how many times i fuckin' use her. such an obedient doll for me, aren't ya? so fucking willing for me, what a good girl. maybe you deserve a reward for it. might just have to give in and stuff you full of my cum."

eren's continued dirty talk has your head spinning. he takes his stiff cock out, not even bothering to undress himself fully, and leans over you as he aligns himself with your entrance. you can feel the tip of him pressing against your hole, preparing to push in. it distracted you so much that you don't notice the saccharine person begin to wither away.

eren leans down, as though to place gentle kisses to your face. only then, he turned to whisper into your ear. "how stupid, how naïve. so needy that you forget i'm the one in control here. you misbehaved, let me remind you who owns you."

you were left whining as eren got up. the sound of you trying to free the belt he kept your wrists restrained with echoed around the room. he then went to the closet, grabbing something from a box — that's when you knew how much trouble you'd gotten yourself into.

"now, now, i'm not a cruel man, darlin'. i'll let you cum. with how much you're dripping, it'd be torture for me to sit and edge that already swollen cunt, no matter how tempting it is."

eren then finally takes his clothes off, throwing them to the floor without a care. he positions himself between your legs, resting on his knees. the next thing that you know, the sound of a slight buzzing echoes around the room. then, you can feel eren spreading your folds as he positions the head of a vibrator directly onto your clit.

instinctively, you squeal and squirm, but eren's firm hand on your stomach settles you. he doesn't mock, understanding it would be a little too cruel to bully you for adjusting to the sensation. as your face begins to contort in pleasure, he increases the speed of the toy.

you try your best to plead for his cock, craving being close to him more than the stimulation. instead of fucking you, however, he simply keeps the vibrator in place with one hand whilst fucking his fist. his legs are perfectly positioned to keep you in place, so there's really no escape.

tears begin to well in your eyes, and you find yourself begging for eren's cock. the incoherent babbles combined with how fucking pretty he found it when you cried only spurred him on.

"sweet, sweet girl, you want me to fuck you?" he waits for you to nod. "'s too bad. you see, my hand doesn't act like a brat all day and still expect to get what it wants." he chuckles darkly as you continue to cry out. "what was that? 's my princess about to cum?"

you nod eagerly, which only amuses him further.

"you're so fucking pathetic for getting off to me bullying you, you know? cumming so fast too, what an embarrassment. even all of those crocodile tears don't compare to how wet you are down here." eren then shifts the vibrator to it's maximum speed, watching you try to escape his hold as he subjects you to such intense stimulation. "come on, you can do it. cum for me like the stupid little whore you are."

he continues to jerk himself off while he watches you come undone, only pausing to place a couple of slaps to your already sensitive cunt. he doesn't stop nor dull the vibrations as you come down from your high, no. eren only continues the high speed, watching you transform into an overstimulated mess. the sight has him throwing his own head back in ecstasy.

"what a pretty fucking mess you are, doll. listening to your filthy cunt leak is music to my ears. and the sound of you crying? perfect," he groans lowly, and you recognize that as a sign he's nearing his own release. without even noticing yourself, there's another orgasm on your horizon too.

"baby, so fucking cute," eren rambles. you always found the way that he softens up before spilling his cum enamouring. he's stuck in his own mind for a moment, debating where to shoot. in the end, he selects what might have been the most degrading choice. "close your eyes, sweets," he warns, and you do exactly that.

the next thing that you can feel is eren's warm cum spilling onto your face. he has a decent load as per usual, so your makeup is now ruined by the salty ropes. one lands in your mouth, and you instinctively lap it up.

eren takes a moment for himself to recover, but is already semi-hard again from the view of your messy face and even messier cunt. you start begging for his cock again, and he decides to press the toy harder against your poor clit. you cum again, with hips raising off the bed and the sound of eren's belt buckle clinking against the headboard.

you assumed he would stop now so when he didn't you tilted your head as if to inquire that.

"what, did my stupid princess think i'd stop after she's only cum twice? sweetheart, we're going until the only thing in that tiny fucking peabrain of yours is my name."

[jjkeremika]

being friends with the AoT men was… confusing.

(i.e., how i think they’d interact if they had a crush on you and didn’t know how to deal with it)

pairing: Eren, Jean, Reiner, Levi, Porco; all x reader

Eren

Eren would always pick on you, telling you to shut up with a big smile on his face and constantly looking for excuses to touch you, pushing and shoving you to the side whenever you were next to each other.

He would throw pencils and sticks and other small objects at you, anything to get your attention. He’d smirk at your responses, loving the way your eyebrows furrowed together and the way your lips pressed into a pout.

As long as your eyes were on him, he was happy.

Reiner

Reiner’s confident, maybe bordering a little on arrogant, that you’re into him—hell, he thinks everybody’s into him.

He’d stand very close to you, slowly inching closer until your arms were touching, until he could smell your delightful perfume. You’d smile as he’d tell you you smell nice, blush as he’d yawn and slyly (obviously) lay his arm around you as you walked side by side. He’d smirk proudly and preen at the men who looked at him in jealousy.

Jean

Jean would be more traditional in his approach, complimenting your appearance and dress whenever possible. His compliments were always so thoughtful and considerate, the words warming your insides on the cool days.

But he was shy, always speaking so quietly you barely heard him or never actually asking for a night of your time. Instead he’d stare at you heavenly as you passed by, telling himself he’d do it tomorrow.

Levi

Levi is difficult to read, and interacting with him was usually a one-sided dominant conversation, with him silent and watchful, always intense. Sometimes you watched his jaw click, wondering if maybe you were irritating him.

But he locked his jaw and shook his leg vigorously because you were so. fine. and it was taking every ounce of self-control he had to resist pushing you to the ground and bending you over. All his energy had to go into his bouncing leg (which he wished you were on) or gnawing at his lip (which he wished was yours).

Porco

Porco was a different kind of confident. Confident in groups, shy around you. You had caught him staring at you a couple times, to which he’d always frantically looked away or acted like he didn’t know what you were talking about, like he’d zoned out randomly and never zoned back in.

But occassionally when you ran up behind him, shouting his name and preparing to jump onto his shoulders from behind, he turned around and spread out his arms, catching you. He thanked whatever confident spirit possessed him to do it when your faces were mere centimeters apart, a deep red blush shared between you.