#snk blurb

[apollodarling-writes]

INFECTED.

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

commissioned by : anonymous

word count : 4961

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

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

it wasn’t supposed to happen like this.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[mossgh0st]

By Any Other Name (Jean Kirstein x Reader)

Summary | Jean realizes not all nicknames are bad.

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

Pairings | Jean Kirstein/You, Eren/Mikasa

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

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He hates it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[muekyn]

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

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

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

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

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

"oh."

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

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

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

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

and hours later, he'll just say:

"cool"

but undoubtedly, eren is still very sweet.

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

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

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

[celesteleoves]

“JEALOUS, JEALOUS GIRL.”

heavily inspired by lana’s song jealous girl that i NEED on spotify.

eren jaeger x fem!reader

warnings: jealous reader, mentions of hurting someone (not literally!!?!?!!!), swearing (from reader lmfao, you’re angry)

summary: in which, you get very jealous over a girl being too friendly with your boyfriend.

-

“you’re so hilarious! how are you still single, eren!” you felt your eyes twitch at the female cashiers words.

“huh? i’m no-” eren tried to protest against her words but was cut off by her rambling about herself and him.

she was clawing at your boyfriend as he tried to order your food. you sat at a table near by, practically starting a fire from the anger and jealous that was emitting your body.

your boyfriend was not giving her the time of day and was actually being very blunt with her, making it obvious he was not interested and just wanted his food. still, apparently this oblivious cashier didn’t know what no meant and even followed him as he moved to stand at the other side of the counter waiting for your food to be finished.

never would you imagine you would want to smash a persons face into the ground to the point they had no jaw, besides this girl. did she not notice how standoffish your boyfriend was being?

it was no doubt eren is a very fine man but come on, he hadn’t given her a slightest bit of attention and everytime eren looks back at you, you’re either starting at your hands or glaring at the girl infront of him. he was practically pleading for help everytime she said something outlandish.

he desperately tried to tell her he had a girlfriend, even tried to show her photos of you multiple times and tell her you were sitting down at a table nearby! he could barely get his words out as she interrupted his words with a desperate attempt at making him fall for her, batting her extremely thick eyelash extensions that did NOT suit her face.

you almost pushed yourself out of your seat and went over to her to rip her eyelashes off but calmed yourself down and told yourself that she would back off once she saw you. you were painfully wrong as eren had gotten the food, apologizing profusely while you told him it was alright and it was the cashiers fault, not his.

you two had finished eating your food peacefully and went to leave the restaurant. as you and eren interlocked hands you felt yourself getting pulled back as eren was tugged by his hoodie sleeve quite aggressively.

“c-can i have your number?” the cashier from earlier had dared to walk up to eren even after seeing him with you?

“no fucking way.” you hissed quietly as she pouted up at erens tall figure. god she got on your nerves and you don’t even know her (besides that she’s a total brat and goes for men with girlfriends).

“n-” eren went to speak but this time you cut him off.

“he’s fucking taken, if you couldn’t tell.” you moved infront of eren, pushing her hand off of his sleeve with a scowl.

“are you that blind that you couldn’t see me holding his hand? maybe it’s those big ass eyelashes you have on your eyes, how can you even see?” she was absolutely baffled at your words and backed away quickly as her cheeks embarrassingly flushed while she looked irritated with your attitude that was very much needed in this situation.

she turned on her heal with a small whine and scattered back behind the cash register.

you grabbed eren by the arm and pulled him out of the restaurant quickly, beginning your walk to your car as you felt his stare on you.

you turned to look at him and saw a small, loving grin on his face.

“what?” you frowned as the self doubt thoughts finally hit your mind from the events that occurred only minutes ago.

“nothing, just love you s’much.” eren leaned down, grabbing your waist as he pulled you in for a kiss, mumbling about how much he loves you and loves only you. nothing could change his adoration for you.

in erens eyes, you were his hero and the spitting image of everything he’s ever wanted. he wouldn’t change the relationship he has with you for anything.

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a/n: HEYY! im just posting this really awful draft i wrote for eren while i make little oneshots for a few other of my favourite characters!! this is quite bad so ignore the lack of effort i put into it please!!

[ambassadorarlert]

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

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

word count: 855

minors + imbeciles dni

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you see?” She tested him.

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

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

“They are free!” She hushed.

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

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

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

happy father’s day, armin <3

( @ambassadorarlert 2024 )

[meekydeeks]

dark and mysterious emo boy who hates human contact 🤝🏾 hyper fem bimbo who is embarrassingly over affectionate

[antheshewro]

TMI: since I plan to get back to regularly post on this account and write too, my askbox is open if you want to send requests for headcanons, drabbles/blurbs/one shots/etc., both SFW and NSFW. Along with those, simple questions about things you want to ask me are very much welcomed ♡

I'll mainly write for AOT now, but I have a few ideas about other anime too (JJK for example).

As I specified in my bio, English is not my first language <3 do whatever you want with this info (does that mean my stories are automatically good? not sure).

PS: I'll soon open an account on AO3 soon! I'll end my boomer phase and try to see how to use post there

Hope to hear from you all soon ～⁠ ♡

[la-undercover-latina]

Hange’s Plan for fun

A/N: This is part of the Harvest Moon AOT Collab

Description: Hange has the idea to give the teens a little bit of Fall fun. Modern!AU

Taglist: @postwarlevi

“Hange, why did you have to have this idea?” Levi pinched the bridge of his nose as the teens argued in the back about who was going to pick the most apples.

“Because they need something fun. Plus I’m hoping it gets that stick out of your-,”

“Hey are we almost there?” Armin asked from the backseat, wrapping a hand on Hange’s headrest, as they were the one driving, much to Levi’s dismay earlier.

“Why are you driving? Do the words depth perception mean nothing to you?” Levi had asked, to which Hange had laughed.

“At least I’m tall enough that my feet reach the pedals,” which got all the recruits laughing hysterically before they piled into the Subaru Ascent.

“I still think I should’ve drove,” Levi grumbled.

“Levi, you’ve never been here. It’s a newer place and I only found this last year by accident,”

“How would you know if I’ve been here or not?”

“Because you almost never do anything fun,”

“Yes I do!”

“Spending time with Y/N doesn’t count,”

“I think it’ll be fun,” Armin piped up, his hand still on Hange’s headrest.

“Do they have food?” Connie asked and Mikasa snapped a look at him.

“Of course they have food. It’s an apple orchard,” Mikasa snapped, tired of the arguing from the backseat. Mainly the arguing was with Eren and Jean, typical.

“Fresh picked apples,” Sasha smiled, a little dribble of drool collecting at the corner of her mouth.

“Store apples just don’t taste the same,” she sighed and Mikasa nodded.

“Alright we are almost there. Ground rules,” Hange looked in the rear view mirror to see Eren and Jean arguing again, and the look on Mikasa’s face looked like she wanted to punch both of them in the jaw to shut them up.

“Hey!” Levi raised his voice at the teens and they all quieted down in an instant.

“Thank you Levi, now ground rules. No eating apples that you didn’t pick. Also no teasing the animals. No fighting while we’re there, And most importantly, no food fights,” Hange explained.

“Can we just duct tape Eren and Jean’s mouths shut?” Connie asked and Hange laughed and then thought about it.

“They probably have apple or pumpkin themed duct tape, so maybe,”

“You wanna wipe that scowl off your face handsome?” A voice cut through the din of small squealing children, excited to be at the orchard. Levi’s eyes snapped to see his girlfriend stepping out of her car.

“Y/N!” Levi gave a rare smile, to which the cadets looked on with shocked faces. The only expressions they’d seen on Levi’s face was either blank or a scowl.

“You really think I wanted you being all sour and cranky? As if!” Hange smirked, but Levi had ignored them, instead jogging to wrap his girlfriend in his arms.

“Who knew Levi had a girlfriend?” Jean asked and then Eren snickered.

“Or the fact that she’s a head taller than him,” Eren laughed, to which Mikasa smacked him upside the head.

“Do you want him to get cranky?” She asked.

“Look at you! When did you go shopping? I’ve never seen these in your closet,” Levi gave Y/N one of his extremely rare carefree smiles.

“Last night when Hange told me the plan to bring the munchkins here. Couldn’t not get all decked out,” Y/N smiled and grabbed Levi’s hand, knowing that hand holding is what he was comfortable with regarding PDA, especially in front of the recruits.

Y/N was decked out with riding boots, ripped jeans with a deep berry flannel tied at her waist and a matching berry red shirt that came to her elbow, and a white scarf wrapped around her neck.

“So these are the recruits,” Y/N smiled, her eyes scanning the teens before her eyes met with Hange’s.

“Hange!” Y/N squealed, running towards one of her friends, arms outstretched.

“Y/N! I’m glad you could make it!” Hange smiled.

“The plan worked,” Y/N whispered in Hange’s ear.

“Y/N I want to take the recruits out to the apple orchard out in the boonies. But I know Levi is going to be a cranky old man, unless you come with,”

“I’m in. Work is finally calmed down where I can take a day off. Just text me the address and I’ll be there,”

“Barely. Surprised that Levi didn’t smack two of them the minute I turned the car on,”

“Eren and Jean I’m guessing,” Y/N laughed. She’d never met them, but from all the stories that Levi told her when he’d tell her about work, that would be her likely guess.

“How’d you know?”

“Just a hunch,” Y/N laughed before turning to the recruits.

“Hey guys! My name is Y/N,” The recruits were taken aback from how opposite Y/N and Levi were.

This has to be a comedic set up. How could Levi, seemingly antisocial and doom and gloom Levi get a girlfriend, let alone one bubbly and social. The recruits seemingly all had the same thoughts, but pushed it aside because Hange had left for a moment and now had everyone’s tickets in their hand.

[jimeslifediary]

The day Drey hit Levi ━━ Levi Ackerman x fem!reader

Summary: Drey gets mad that her older sister has to train Eren and ends up accidentally hitting Captain Levi.

Context: This Levi blurb is based in my own universe of shingeki no kyojin, where, Drey, Helena, Kane, and Circe exist and they have their own ships with characters and their own history. 

Warning: Drey's behavior in this blurb can be a bit cringy, because she looks like a spoiled girl, but in reality she's not like that, she's just angry and the reason she keeps going is because of her sister, she doesn't want to see her sister get again because of eren. 

Word count: 1676 words

chapter one; 01. the day drey hit levi

   When Drey Volkova found out that it would be her sister who would train Eren Jaeger, she lost it.

She didn't really have a problem with the brunette, she could consider him the closest thing to a best friend (as long as Kane didn't hear, because if he did, the platinum haired girl would deny everything. That blonde could be a real pain in the ass), however, she did not buy at all that romantic look that Eren began to throw her older sister.

Come on, you don't fall in love just like that. And after so many years where the brown-haired man didn't say a single decent word to the gray-eyed girl, it was easy to expect that Drey would have some misgivings at the simple idea of her sister fighting hand-to-hand with Eren. With what it had taken for the blonde to get over the young Jaeger, it just didn't suit her.

Looking out the window, her leg bounced up and down as she swallowed the urge to stand up, find Levi and go yell at him for agreeing to Erwin's idea. Of course, she wouldn't gain anything, since all it took was an order from the blond with prominent eyebrows for Levi to pay attention. Obviously, he would ignore Drey's complaints, as much as Levi was in love with her.

The youngest of the Volkovas narrowed her eyes as she watched how Eren held out his hand to a defeated Helena and pulled with more force than necessary. By the walls, what did he want? Kiss her? She clenched her jaw very hard.

"I'll kill him," she murmured under her breath, attracting the attention of the blonde who was cleaning the room.

Kane, like the born gossip that he was, walked from the other side of the cabin room and lowered his head so that he was level with the younger girl. The blond focused his gaze on the couple who seemed to be looking at each other with such magnetism that even he felt the tension.

"And here I thought you and Lena would never fight over male," Kane murmured back. Confused, Drey turned her head and looked up at Kane's profile with a deep scowl. "What?" he apologized, shrugging. "You're obviously seeing someone, I just didn't think it would be Eren."

The minor opened her mouth with great indignation. She looked at her best friend as if she wanted to pluck the strands of his beloved blonde hair and then she pressed her lips together very hard as her cheeks flushed red. In her mind, horrifying images of situations that she had experienced with Levi began to appear, where her boyfriend's face was simply changed by Eren's. No kidding, Drey almost threw up.

"By the Walls, Kane Muller!" Drey yelled, covering her face with both palms of her hands. Her cheeks felt hot and that only put her in a worse position in front of Kane. Of course, no one knew of her relationship with Levi and until that moment, the two had agreed that no one would find out. "No no no! What the fuck you say? Eren and me?! By Maria, Rose and Shina, that's disgusting."

"Almost as gross as when Helena dated Jean."

“Or when you and Kris…Historia,” Drey spoke, brows furrowing.

"Or when you and me," Kane murmured, causing Connie, who was passing by, pretending not to have heard anything the two best friends were talking about, to widen his eyes.

"YOU AND KANE?" The short-haired one snapped, completely surprised.

Drey tensed from head to toe and turned her head. Kane tightened his grip on the broomstick in his hands and turned his head to face the bald man. The two blondes shared a panicked look and then looked at Connie, who was still wide-eyed, as was his mouth.

"Jeez, I thought Drey was dating Eren and you finally got it with Mikasa!" Connie said again, surprise filling his voice. "I never thought that you... God... this scares the hell out of me, is it normal for me to feel this way?"

“Why does everyone think that I would date Eren?!” Drey yelled again, as more images of Eren with the serious expression and the short height of her boyfriend were presented again. “Please just look at that.”

With that phrase said by the platinum-haired girl, the three young people turned their heads towards the window, where Helena had won Eren and was sitting astride Eren's lap and holding one arm painfully above his head. She was laughing at something the brown-haired boy had said and suddenly, Eren turned, leaving Helena on her back on the grass.

With disturbed faces, the three boys turned their heads and their entire bodies, turning their backs to the window with the strange image painted by the couple who were supposedly practicing hand-to-hand combat.

"If I have something against Eren spending so much time with Helena, it's because he doesn't deserve to have my sister in love with him again. He's already done a lot of damage to her and Helena doesn't deserve it. She's human and has a heart of gold "The shorter one spoke, crossing her arms and leaning her body against the window, while the images of Eren pretending to be Levi flashed through her mind again. "Besides, Eren isn't half the man Le..."

And Drey shut her mouth almost immediately.

"which man?!" she demands to know Kane, dropping her broom and grabbing her best friend by her shoulders, shaking her hard.

"Who are we talking about?" Circe's peculiar hair color head poked through the gap between Connie and Kane "Oh my Jupiter! Lena lenita and Eren are kissing!"

As if on command, Drey, Connie, and Kane turned so they could look at their two friends. Helena was static, while Eren held her cheeks. She had red cheeks and if Drey wasn't looking wrong, she was crying, while Eren kept his eyes closed and his lips moved slowly.

"I'm going to rip his nails out one by one, dammit!" Drey yelled, opening the window and jumping out of it.

"And then she wonders why we say she's dating Eren" Circe murmured, watching her friend run towards the kissing two.

"DREY, WAIT, I WANT TO HEAR HOW YOU INSULT HIM!" Kane ran for the front door, being so tall he couldn't jump out the window like Drey had.

"KANE, WAIT FOR ME!" Connie also ran after the blonde "SASHA, HURRY UP, DREY IS GOING TO BEAT EREN'S FACE!"

Circe ran towards the rooms, towards the one she shared with Armin and without saying anything else, she took him by the hand. "We need you, you're the only one who can calm Drey down." Armin stood up and let himself be carried away by the girl he was in love with.

The couple ran quickly. Reaching Jean and Sasha, the latter was dragging Mikasa, who had claimed that she wasn't very interested in seeing how Drey smashed someone's face in, until she found out it was Eren. In everyone's mind, the platinum-haired girl and the brown-haired boy were a casual couple. Sure, Mikasa was glad that Drey wasn't with Kane, although she had to admit that her 10-year-old Mikasa was feeling a bit annoyed.

The group made up of Kane, who waved the broom while shouting insult ideas at Drey, Connie, who seconded Kane's ideas, Circe who held Armin's hand and rushed to get there before Drey hit Eren, Jean who He watched bored and Sasha who was shaking Mikasa, while the black-haired girl tried not to get angry at Kane's enthusiasm for Drey, before long they reached the girl who had interrupted Eren's kiss.

"EREN!" yelled Drey who had quickly resumed her run, starting to run "GET YOUR DIRTY LIPS AWAY FROM MY SISTER YOU DAMN IMBECILE TITAN!"

And she began to run faster, creating an uproar among the group that was half encouraging Drey and the other half telling her to stop. Helena smirked as she saw her sister protect her and took a step back, away from Eren. The brown-haired boy watched his friend with wide eyes and not knowing how to react, the only thing he could do was bend down when Drey's fist was close to touching his nose, however, the green-eyed girl's fist did hit against something.

Suddenly, there was only silence. Suddenly, Helena covered her mouth with her hands. Suddenly, Eren wanted to be able to laugh at Drey and suddenly, the whole group wished they hadn't been there, because Drey had punched none other than Captain Levi right in the nose.

"Damn, I think I left a candle burning, didn't I, Mikasa?" Before the black-haired girl could respond, the taller one grabbed her wrist and they quickly fled the scene.

"Oh, I think I left a candle next to Kane and Mikasa's candle." Quickly, Connie ran out of the situation.

Under almost equally stupid excuses, the rest of the group vanished. Even Helena and Eren, who had claimed to go accompany Historia, since she had fallen asleep and had missed all the drama. When no one was around, Levi removed his hand from his sore nose and narrowed his eyes at his sub-captain.

"May I know what you were doing, Sub-Captain Drey?" Levi questioned, crossing his arms.

She sighed and lowered her head, looking down at her feet like a little girl just scolded. "I was going to hit Eren because he kissed Helena." Levi frowned slightly and Drey hurried to finish explaining the situation, before he thought she had done it out of jealousy. "Because Helena finally got over Eren and it's not fair for him to come and try to win her over like that."

Then Levi stepped forward and placed his palm on his girlfriend's head, who was a few inches shorter, stroking her hair carefully. In surprise, Drey raised her head, looking at him strangely.

"Your strength has improved, little brat" he said quietly. "Keep it up."

Looking around and noticing that they were completely alone, Levi parted Drey's bangs a little and planted a soft kiss on her forehead, before moving forward, however, he stopped and turned slightly.

"Still, you have to clean the whole cabin, you know, for hitting your superior."

“Levi!

[apollodarling-writes]

yan! catboy! worshipper! levi

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

word count : 812

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

was he serious?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“get out.”

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

“leave.”

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

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

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

[chaotic-on-main]

Thought I'd show off the binder I've been carrying with me everywhere I go as well as my emotional support Levi because mental illnesses do be a bitch.

*slaps the top of my binder* this thing can hold so many thoughts about Levi

[muekyn]

minors dni!!!

bartender!eren who noticed you started to come in regularly. at first he took notice because of how cute you were. when he started talking to you, he was immediately drawn to your charm and charisma, and how hilarious you could be when you were tipsy.

bartender!eren who knows exactly how you like your drinks. he's memorized your order

bartender!eren who wears a little bow tie with his uniform. you told him his bow tie was cute. he wears it all the time now.

bartender!eren who slowly starts to see you more like a friend then a customer. he talks to you about everything and anything. he'll tell you funny stories about some drunks that he had to deal with the other day, or simply rant about how much he wants to be home. you two can spend hours talking about nothing.

bartender!eren who looks forward to seeing you every week during his shift. he knows the day you come in, every wednesday. it's the highlight of his week.

bartender!eren who becomes smitten with you. he feels himself growing hot every time you enter the bar, waiting to be served by him. he finds himself getting nervous and red in the face when you stare at him for a little too long or giggle in a certain way.

bartender!eren who actively ignores any advances from any other girl, especially when you're around him. he won't be rude, but he gives off a "don't talk to me" vibe. he focuses all of his attention on you, sometimes forgetting that he needs to take other girls' orders.

bartender!eren who always drives you home every time you get too plastered. he makes sure you get to your door every time.

bartender!eren who wards off any potential creeps or guys that try to hit on you. he eyes them down, making sure they're not trying anything. his intense gaze usually scares them away.

bartender!eren who listens to your drunken rants, big or small. he is always supportive. listened to you rant about clothing sizes for 45 minutes once. he simply nodded and poured you another drink.

bartender!eren who comforts you after a bad breakup. you're sobbing, broken and intoxicated. he lets you stay with him after hours, giving you company while you let your emotions out like a flood.

bartender!eren who tries to be professional but has such a hard time when you're wearing a shirt cut that low. he steals glances everytime you're not looking.

bartender!eren who drives you home after you had one too many long island ice teas. you invite him inside, giggling as you close the door behind you.

bartender!eren who now realizes just how drunk you are, as you plaster his neck with kisses.

[meekydeeks]

you ever hate a character but when you express your hatred for that character you just get a bunch of dick riders shoving excuses down your throat…

yeah that’s how ifeel about gabi and iactually don’t care that she’s a kid, she can catch these mf hands

idont care how young and impressionable she is, istill wouldn’t care if she was in diapers and was being potty trained…

FUCK THAT KID 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

like her little redemption arc at the end ain’t changing the fact that sasha, my homegirl, my ride or die, my fellow foodie is no longer breathing… 6ft under even 😐

and for the people that say ‘she’s basically eren in blah blah blah’

jokes on you idont like eren’s funky ass either 😒

[lostinforestbound]

Hello There ! 👋😊

Tw : slight Dune spoiler, since the book is rather old.

Could you write Zevlor Headcanons about his Tav!love interest being someone with such passion and determination to change the world, that they may sometimes scare people off, please ? ( if you know those work of fiction, I'm talking about someone similar to Eren Jeager in SNK, Anakin Skywalker in Star wars, or Paul Atreides in Dune ) 👀

Smooches ! ☺️

Oh wow this was definitely a brain exercise for me! I did my best, so I hope this is what you were looking for! Thank you so much for your patience!

Zevlor with a Passionate Tav

Zevlor is a leader. A Hellrider, a Paladin; he has led many people in his prime. Seeing other leaders is not something new to him, as he's seen many.

But something about Tav is very different. It's honestly part of why he fell for them.

Not only are they ambitious, they are passionate. He admires their resolve, but he notices how nervous others get around them.

They're so strongly convicted that they scare others around them. Never him, though. Gods, never him.

He always asks what keeps them going. Their motivations, their dreams, how believe they're in the right; it's all so fascinating for him.

It makes him wonder why they chose him; an Oathbreaker. Shouldn't they hate someone like him?

Although they work together, he honestly leaves most of the leading to them. They make amazing speeches and inspire many people like them, including himself.

Whenever he doubts himself about his resolve, Tav is always there to lift him up. They will hug him from behind and tell him he's doing everything right, in their eyes.

He would do anything they say. It's not in a pathetic way; he just trusts them so much. With his love, life, and soul.

Every day he still wonders how he managed to get their attention, when he's so dull compared to them. He never asks, so he'll never know.

Writing Blurb

They're speaking. A speech, one made up on the spot as terror rushes through the streets of Baldur's gate. A speech, one that has everyone absolutely enthralled, including Zevlor.

He's never seen them stand so tall, so brightly illuminated by the reddening sky. There's hope being lost as more destruction erupts, but they have become a beacon. Everyone has never looked more alive, even with the world's end at their doorstep. Some even looked scared, but were determined to fight this Netherbrain at their sole command.

At the end of their final sentence, voices cry out and cheer, almost startling him out of his thoughts. Everything became more real in that moment; they're about to go fight the brain, but he can't go with them. Not until they call. His Hellriders are ready for anything.

When they finally approach him, he notices how their smile disappears, letting him know their true feelings. They believe they can pull this off, no doubt about it, but they worry about him of all people.

He presses their forehead against theirs, minding the horns, and he cups their face with a free hand. "We will be fine, my love. You should worry about yourself."

Their grin returns immediately as he speaks, and his heart can't help but flutter. How did he get so lucky, to have someone that has such a determined, beautiful smile?

"I have nothing to worry about, then." They state, placing their hand over his.

Usually, he would argue lightly. They should be more worried about themselves; they're not invincible. He wishes they were, most days. Then he would never have to fear them getting hurt. But now is not the time, they all have a catastrophic brain to fight. They need all their heads in the game to win.

He sighs in resignation but returns their smile. "Do not be reckless, and do not be stupid."

"I won't."

They gently pull him in for a long kiss. It's gentle, as if they're savoring it, in case they won't see each other after; in case it is the last one.

It won't be, but they never know.

[decimatlas]

where would a curious bean be able to find information about eden? o:

Hellooo~!! Okay, SO, if you're a newer follower, I assume you're referring to Eden's SNK verse, since it's pretty much all I've been writing in recently! I haven't gotten to write it up in full yet, but I do have some headcanons on it here and a short blurb on her and her siblings for context here. Writing up a SNK page for her is actually my mission for the night, after my studying is done for the day. However, if you're interested in her generally, I do have her page from when she was on her own individual blog here, with all of her verses. Thank you for being patient!

[apollodarling-writes]

nghhh, thinking about reiner and his hands.

cw : smutty, soft dom! reiner braun, yandere! reiner, afab bodied reader but no pronouns used, dumbification, possessive reiner, marking, kind of worshipper reiner, disorganized thoughts, i just wanna fuck reiner soooo badly, unsure how i should’ve ended it so kinda cliffhanger ??

— thinking about how reiner would sit you in his lap, his fingers finding purchase on your hips and waist. thick, calloused hands creating a pleasant scratching sensation along your smooth flesh.

— thinking about how when he flexes his fingers to relieve the ache, the veins in his arms will bulge and you can see the tendons in his hands tightening as he opens and closes his fist.

— thinking about how reiner loves to direct your attention to him by gently trailing his fingers along your jaw before turning your gaze to meet his.

— thinking about how reiner looooves shoving his fingers into your cunt. he loves feeling the way your gummy walls grip his digits and suck him back in. reiner loves the way your hips jerk when he brushes the pad of his thumb over your clit, and the way you whine all pretty for him when he pulls his fingers out of you.

— thinking about how reiner moans when he licks your essence off his fingers, relishing in the taste and dipping his head between your thighs, eating you like a starved man.

— thinking about how reiner absolutely loves to fuck you dumb on how cock. he loves seeing your eyes roll back and hearing you babble about how good it feels, cooing at you with a lovesick expression.

— thinking about how reiner loves to leave his mark on you. especially after someone has looked at you longer than he’d prefer. he won’t make a scene out in public, but he will mark you up so everyone knows you’re his.

— thinking about how reiner will beg to eat you out, going as far as to kneel at your feet and rest his head on your thighs. the moment you allow him to, he’s not stopping until he’s satisfied.

— thinking about how reiner prioritizes your pleasure over his own. he’ll edge himself for hours if it means you get to cum before him.

— thinking about how reiner whimpers when he gets overstimulated or when it feels reeaaally good. otherwise, he’ll pant and groan as he rearranges your guts.

— thinking about how reiner was a virgin before you, but eagerly listens to everything you have to say so he can make you feel good. he watched your body language as he experimented to figure out what you liked and what you didn’t.

— thinking about how reiner started off as clumsy and inexperienced, but now can get you to cum undone on his tongue like it’s nothing.