#aot anime

[stormychameleon]

[internationalgamer]

🤣

[starlight-bread-blog]

[leviismybby]

"Levi is ugly in cano-" NO

[rivai-hana]

Cuteness overload 😘🧣

Cutie Mikasa 😍😘❤️💖🧣

She looks so cute and innocent 😘😘

[ayumigotabittoolonely]

Stay alive, that's an order

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

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

Pairings : levi Ackerman x reader

Words count : 14k+!

“They’re all dead.”

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

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

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

Five teams were gone.

“Shit,” someone whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And with that, you launched into the air.

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

Titans. Too many of them.

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

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

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

You nodded. Focus. Breathe. Kill.

The battle exploded around you.

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

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

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

No time to look. No time to grieve.

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

And then

Something was wrong.

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

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

From the treeline, a second wave of Titans emerged.

Your blood turned to ice.

You were outnumbered.

The second wave of Titans hit harder than you expected.

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

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

You wished you could say the same for yourself.

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

And then you heard it.

A scream,too close.

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

CRACK.

The Titan bit down.

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

There was no time to grieve.

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

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

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

But you were too far. Separated.

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

Your wire snapped.

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

Shit.

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

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

Then, in a blur of black and silver

Levi.

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

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

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

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

More Titans were closing in.

Levi’s grip on your arm tightened.

"Stay close."

then you were moving. (Back to life)

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

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

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

You trusted him.

And hetrusted you.

But the Titans weren’t stopping.

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

It was just you and Levi now.

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

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

Then, he made his decision.

"We cut through."

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

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

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

And then

Your blades snapped.

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

You braced for impact, but Levi was faster.

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

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

He wasn’t angry. He was scared.

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

For you.

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

Shit.

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

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

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

And it broke you.

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

His expression darkened. "The hell I will."

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

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

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

And then,chis grip on you tightened.

"Stay alive."

His voice was lower now. Almost desperate. Raw.

"That's an order."

Your breath caught.

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

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

And if Levi Ackerman was willing to fight for you

You couldn’t give up.

Not yet.

Not today.

The world was nothing but blood and chaos.

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

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

But Levi was still standing.

And he wasn’t backing down.

He was a force of nature.

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

He cut down one. Then another. Then another.

But there were too many.

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

“Levi—!”

You didn’t think. You just moved.

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

But Levi,Levi was safe.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The fear disappeared. The hesitation was gone.

What replaced it was cold, unrelenting fury.

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

And when he spoke his voice was lethal.

“I’ll kill them all.”

Levi Ackerman, Humanity’s Strongest Soldier

You had seen Levi fight before.

But never like this.

This was war.

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

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

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

One by one, they fell.

But Levi wasn’t just fighting.

He was protecting you.

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

And in that moment, you realized something.

He wasn’t fighting for humanity.

He wasn’t fighting for victory.

He was fighting for you.

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

But he wasn’t done.

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

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

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

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

Levi Ackerman didn’t panic.

Levi Ackerman didn’t hesitate.

Levi Ackerman didn’t show fear.

But right now he was afraid.

For you.

You opened your mouth to say something, but then

A Titan’s shadow loomed over you.

Everything happened in a split second.

Levi turned.

The Titan lunged.

And it went for you.

Levi’s entire body reacted before his mind could.

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

The Titan’s hand swiped at him full force.

Levi went flying.

Your scream tore through the battlefield.

The Titan reached for you next.

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

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

But you had this.

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

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

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

It staggered. You twisted the blade deeper.

Then

A flash of silver. Again

Levi.

He was back.

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

And with one clean strike, the Titan was dead.

The battlefield was silent.

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

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

Levi caught you before you hit the ground.

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

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

Your vision blurred, exhaustion finally winning.

But before the darkness took you, you felt it.

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

And then,nothing.

Pain.

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

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

You tried to move. A mistake.

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

Instantly,a shadow moved beside you.

"You're awake."

Levi’s voice.

But not the one you were used to.

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

It was quiet. Low. Tense.

Your vision cleared, and there he was.

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

His gaze was locked onto you, intense and unreadable.

But you knew Levi.

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

For a moment, neither of you spoke.

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

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

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

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

He just stared at you.

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

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

The air in the room shifted.

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

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

Or maybe… from breaking himself.

You had seen Levi angry before.

You had seen him furious, ruthless, cold.

But this?

This wasn’t anger.

This was something else.

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

“Don’t.”

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

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

“I wasn’t-”

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

His eyes were burning.

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

You swallowed hard.

Levi took a step closer.

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

He stopped himself.

His hands were shaking.

Levi Ackerman’s hands were shaking.

And suddenly, you understood.

This wasn’t just about you almost dying.

This was about him almost losing you.

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

“Stop moving, idiot.”

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

You looked up at him, really looked at him.

This wasn’t Levi, Humanity’s Strongest.

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

And almost lost you, too.

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

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

“You did,” he admitted.

That was it.

That was the moment everything changed.

Because Levi didn’t admit things like this.

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

But he was letting you see them now.

Your throat tightened. “Levi, I-”

His fingers curled into the fabric of your blanket.

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

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

It wasn’t just about the mission.

It wasn’t just about orders.

It was about you.

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

He was asking you to live for him.

Neither of you spoke for a while.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You met his gaze.

“I’ll try.”

His jaw clenched. Not enough.

“You will.”

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

He reached for your hand.

Not roughly. Not like an order.

Softly. Carefully.

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

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

And you squeezed back.

Byee

[beargyufairy]

No one mourns the wicked

No, one mourns the wicked

[cherub-berry]

⋆˚࿔ Dating Porco 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ | Attack on Titan

Pairing: Porco Galliard x gn!Reader

Summary: Want to know what dating Porco feels like? Well, no worries, old chap! I've got the fic just for you!

Content: fluff with a bit of angst, mention Of YumiHisu, mention of Marcel, No beta we die like Bert, bad grammar

Word count: 1k

Notes: I'm trying a different theme for my fics (you could say this is like a test fanfic)

Porco is known to have a sharp tongue and very brash attitude. He's never one to hold back on insults, and call someone out on their bullshit. Whether it's his fellow warriors or a soldier, he can come across as arrogant, dismissive, and downright rude. However, with you, he's a completely different person. His tough exterior melts when you're around and he becomes unexpectedly protective and preceptive. 

He still keeps his edge—his sarcasm and stubbornness are still there, but it's reserved just for others. With you, he’s surprisingly gentle, his cruel remarks no longer meant to hurt but rather to tease in a playful way. His action speaks louder than words, he will wrap an arm around you in public, especially in a crowded area, so you won't get lost or get separated from him.

At times, Porco's possessiveness becomes clear, especially when you get close to the other Warriors or random soldiers. He may act distant or frustrated, not hiding his irritation when he notices their attention on you. While he doesn’t openly admit it, his protective side kicks in, and he subtly keeps an eye on you, ensuring that no one gets too comfortable. 

Porco’s love language is physical touch and acts of service, and he shows his affection through these in subtle yet meaningful ways. He enjoys touching you often, whether it’s a hand on your back or a gentle squeeze of your hand. When you’re walking together, he’ll instinctively hold your hand, guiding you to your destination with a firm but gentle grip. It’s his way of keeping you close and making sure you’re never lost, both physically and emotionally. Porco's acts of service comes through in the ways he quietly takes care of you without making a big deal about it. He wants to make your life easier. For example, he will take the initiative to handle tasks you're too tired or stressed to deal with. Whether it is housework, errands, or even just opening a jar of jam he will do it without you asking. To him, showing love through action is more genuine than anything else, he takes pride in being a reliable boyfriend. 

Porco runs hot, both literally and figuratively. He has a naturally warm body temperature, which often makes him sweat more than others, especially during training or in stressful situations. It's not uncommon for him to feel uncomfortably warm after a long day of fighting or sparring, and he’ll often complain about it, grumbling as he wipes sweat off his brow. When you cuddle with Porco, his body heat is more than enough to keep you warm—so much so that you won’t need a heater during the winter. His naturally warm temperature makes him the perfect source of comfort on cold nights, and as you snuggle close, you'll feel the heat radiating from him, instantly soothing the chill.

Porco’s biceps are a point of pride for him, though he doesn’t always show it. As a warrior, his training is intense, and his muscles reflect the hours he’s put into honing his strength. His biceps are particularly noticeable when he's wearing his uniform, the fabric of his sleeves stretching just enough to highlight the toned, powerful muscles beneath. Though he acts nonchalant about it, he’s secretly proud of the work he’s put in.

He’s also the type to lightly tease you about his strength, perhaps making a show of flexing his arm when you’re near, just to get a reaction out of you. Though his arrogance comes through, it's also a playful gesture—a way for him to boast without saying it outright. When he catches you glancing at his arms, he might smirk and give a cocky remark, all while secretly enjoying the attention, even if he won’t admit it.

Porco’s flirting style is sharp, teasing, and often wrapped in sarcasm. He’s not the type to be overtly sweet or romantic, but he knows how to push your buttons in the best way possible. His flirtation often comes through as playful banter, with just the right mix of confidence and arrogance. He’ll throw a quick remark like, “You know, I usually don’t put up with anyone, but for you, I might make an exception,” or “Try not to get too distracted by my good looks.”

Porco is surprisingly shy in his own way. While he may come off as tough and arrogant around others, with you, he’s a more reserved and bashful man. He struggles to express his vulnerability, so whenever you show him affection in private, he becomes flustered. He’ll blush and quickly respond with a snarky remark to cover up his feelings, but deep down, he absolutely loves it. Though he finds it difficult to admit, those moments of tenderness mean a lot to him, even if he tries to hide it behind his usual tough exterior. 

Porco wants to keep your relationship private, but at the same time, he has a strong desire to show the world that you’re his. He’s afraid that people might perceive him as weak because of his love for you, even though he doesn’t believe love makes someone weak. He doesn’t want anyone to think less of him, especially not his fellow Warriors or his late brother, Marcel. Deep down, he fears that Marcel, in particular, would be disappointed in him for allowing his emotions to show, even though Porco’s love for you is something he treasures deeply. This internal conflict makes him more guarded about your relationship, trying to balance his desire to protect you with his fear of what others might think. 

Every time Porco experiences a vision of Ymir showing her affection for Historia, he feels a deep sense of envy. He envies how Ymir was never afraid to express her love, regardless of what others thought. Unlike Porco, who hides his feelings out of fear of judgment, Ymir was fearless in her love for Historia, even when it put her at odds with others. To Porco, Ymir’s ability to love openly, without worrying about how it would make her appear to others, stands in stark contrast to his own struggles. He wishes he could be as strong and unafraid as Ymir, who, in the end, found courage and conviction in her love for Historia, even in her final moments.

In conclusion, 10/10 would date, fuck, marry

[stormychameleon]

I'll never shut up about how cute Bertholdt is

underrated king like wtf

[ohcashewart]

[zukobeloved]

i love sasha braus

[leviismybby]

Paths Levi needs to be studied, he is so pretty 🤍

[rivai-hana]

Younger version😘😊 and elder version 🗿🗿🗿

Younger version 😊😚😍

elder version 🗿🗿🔥🔥

[sorthern]

This one's from two months ago I believe? Please ignore the horrible watermark, I forgot to add one to the unedited version 😭

[dreams-of-me]

All Aflame

Reiner x Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: Minors DNI, NSFW, Military!Reiner, Engagement, deep penetration, vaginal penetration, creampie, AFAB Reader, Angst.

This will probably be part 1 of two in this series because i have to write him coming back from war and the news you have to share with him. Its super long but it felt so good to write again. please enjoy and more to cum!

It's been 3 years since his discharge. He’s Reiner but he's different. Like he's in a dream, i can't put my finger on it specifically but it feels like he's.. Lit up. In a negative way. Like smoke inhalation. Like he's burning, and I don't know how to fix it. I'm scared I'm losing him and I fear that he won't be able to handle the news I have to share with him. 

When we met, I was 18 and fresh out of Basic training. He was 20 out of basic but we were different. He knew college wasn't for him and he knew that he loved his country enough to serve during a war. He was alive then, quiet, stern, but once he was out of his shell he was a whole new person. Still steady and reliable and strong but funny and free. Although still holding himself back for some reason. Nonetheless, I fell in love with him. It was so filling and consuming much like a flame. He was what I needed, the solid ground to my sky. Because I knew where I came from, he was here by choice and I was here because I had no other place to go. It was the army or sell myself and I knew that was the ultimate and final choice. Throughout basic he helped me and taught me and I cared for him, even in the barracks it was limited access that I yearned for almost every day and when we graduated and no one came to tap me out, he did. His family came for him and he came for me. I embraced him for what felt like forever and at the end of the embrace he got down on one knee with the stone he clutched while running to me. 

“Marry Me.”

“Reiner… yes.”

In that instant everything faded and we were in bliss. He was almost completely free. Before we got stationed we got a place together and lived like newly weds even though we hadn't even started planning the glamorous and fabulous wedding his parents, more specifically his mother, wanted. We were content in our little bubble. We were happy. 

He was leaning on the wall by the kitchen with his arms crossed. Light grey sweatpants with his calvin klein underwear showing slightly at the top. No shirt, his chest and abs completely exposed. His hair was a mess and the stubble from his beard was finally beginning to grow in a subtle way that makes you want to rub your face against it. He watched me for a while before speaking. 

“What am i going to do with you”

“Reiner please, all did was make dinner”

“Yes, but youre supposed to be in bed with me. What is a world where I wake up and I don't find you next to me.”

“Hahaha honey please, just come eat.”

“I’ll do it but not because you told me to.”

He sat at the table that his body made look small in the corner of the living room. Laid back with his arms loosely crossed watching me as it set everything out for him. 

“I gotta put a baby in you if you keep feeding me like this.”

“Oh boy this again. Just eat.”

The food was still steaming, a white rice that seemed to glow under the light above the table, a cucumber salad, teriyaki chicken, and beef strips. He ate a ton but it all went to his frame and thank god for it. I’m tall for a woman, but he still towers over me in a way that makes me feel small. He envelopes me in his warmth in the best way. I looked up at him eating slowly but gleefully and smiled. We engaged in small talk over the food. 

“You know, they're never going to deploy us to the same place.” “Even if that's true, it won't mean anything.”

“Reiner are you sure because if we’re deployed and we get back and have to break-”

“That wouldn't even happen in your dreams.” “I'm just saying, people change.” “In the year and 6 months that you’ve known me have I changed?”

“No.. but that not a comparable amount of time” “You're right it's less.” He put his fork down and held my hand, caressing the ring he placed there. “You're mine, and I'm yours, and it will be that way even in 50 years. No amount of time, distance, or trauma will change my love for you. Okay?”

“Alright.”

“Good.”

“So how’s your mom” “I wont answer that because i know you don't really care”

“Hehe, I'm glad you know me so well.”

We were happiest in each other's presence, we hadn't left the apartment in days knowing that next week we would be apart for months. Sleep, eating, showering, all of it and more, always together, inseparable. 

He washed over me like sunlight and I accepted every ray. We layed in bed again and he layed on my stomach grasping me as if I was trying to leave. Entangled in each other, I caressed his hair with another hand drawing circles along his bicep that held me down. 

“Ya know, when we leave next we-”

“Please stop, stop bringing it up just… just lay here with me a little longer.” 

“If we can't ignore it forever, it's going to happen.” 

“I know, but I don't want to think about it right now.” 

“If not now then when”

“After you finish for me… the third time.”

“What?”

He was finding his way to my core. Kissing me sucking on my thighs. Making me exhale shakily when he started to pull my shorts off. 

“Ri.. you're stalling.”

“One of many things you know I'm good at.”

“Ah- a well trained soldier indeed.”

He closed his lips around my clit, suckling and licking all over shooting waves of pleasure all through me. It was his way of taking control for once. Letting him do all the work was the only thing he asked for when we made love. 

He left my core a soaking wet mess as he trailed more kisses up my body, slowly lifting my extremely large t-shirt that is actually his, up and exposing my chest. He closed on the opportunity to suck on my nipples just as gleefully as he did my more. 

“Mmm Ri, if you're going to rile me up at least give me what the first time around.”

“You're so right, round one always goes to you just like in basic.”

He slid back down, beginning to ravish me just how I liked it. Sucking on my puffy red clit and drawing circles with his thumb when he isn't using his mouth. He was large enough to sit on his knees and lift my lower half to his face. Finishing his meal, he let me cry out his name a few times before using two fingers from his free hand to curl into me while his mouth did the rest of the work. I convulsed into his mouth gasping as I came all over his face. His stubble looked so good when it was wet. 

“My turn,” He said in a low voice.

He set me down, kissed my tummy and flipped me over. He was slow and decisive with his movements. Using his hands to feel all over my body, taking the time to slap by ass with a force that made me moan. He pulled me up so that I was on all fours. He spread me, taking the view in of my soaked sex and although i couldn't see him i just knew that he was biting his lip. It made me want him even more. He moved to his sweatpants and underwear. Letting them get below his mid thigh, almost to his knee. He pushed the tip in letting himself take in the heat and slick that he created. 

“How do you want it baby?”

“However will make you miss me the most when we're done.”

“Jesus.”

He pushed into me slowly making me moan his name. He stayed there for a moment. His hands caressing my body and finding my hips. I still hadn't known what he chose. What would make me miss the most? Then he tightened his grip on my hips and stroked nicely and slowly. The feeling made me gasp as he passed the best spots inside me. 

“Oh god Ri.”

“I gave you the option to choose didn't I?”

He was slow but precise in his movements. Making sure he hit my favorite spots every time he stoked but still slow enough to keep me wanting more every time he pulled back. I loved the way he filled me up so slowly that I could feel my insides stretching around him. He sped up a little and I knew he was close. But he maintains the diligent strokes he started with. 

“Fuck.”

“Ri, I need ah- I need more.”

He grunted a response and let a hand fall from my right hip to my clit once again. He maintained his speed and rubbed me slowly but I was already so close to cumming around him. I arched my back and pushed back. 

“Give it all to me baby.”

He thrusted hard and slow and rubbed me quickly. I was creaming all over him and filling me up. He pulled out slowly making me shudder as I collapsed face first into the bed. I was catching my breath when I felt him standing over me. 

“One more.”

“Huh.”

He picked me up, hooking my knees with his arms and letting my still wet core rub against his abs. I wrapped my arms around his neck and shuddered again. 

He looked at me, eyes low. He licked his lips, signaling for me to kiss him. And I did. Entrapped his lips in mine as he walked towards the closet knowing there would be mirrors for both of us to watch everything going on. I was still kissing him when lifted me up slightly, gliding me onto his dick. I threw my head back in pleasure and moaned.

“Ahh yess Ri.”

“Talk to me baby.”

He let that be his cue to use me as a fleshlight. Pounding in and out of me one moment and stroking slowly into me the next. He gripped the hell out of my ass and I was sure it would leave a mark in the morning. But the feeling of him being so deep in me was making my mind fog. He wanted me to talk to him but I was fighting just to keep my eyes open and breathe. I let all my weight fall on him as I whispered in his ear. 

“All yours, always.”

He grunted again and I felt his dick twitch inside me. He pushed me all the way down his cock. Making me groan and bend under the feeling of being so full. He leaned against a dresser behind him. His legs were giving out. I accommodated this using the little strength I had left to put my feet atop the dresser and lift myself off of him with his help. He picked me up and slammed me on him time and time again. 

“I could never get enough of you even in 40 years im gonna be fucking you til you need a new cane.”

“Ugh way to ruin the mood. Why even mention old wrinkly sex Reiner?”

“You know I'm not good with words. But how is the mood ruined when you're still gripping me so well?”

He went back to using me, making sure I couldn't do anything to stop him even if I wanted to. 

He was slamming me on his cock and I couldn't hold my cries back every time he did. It hurt so good. He put his head in my neck, breathing hard and closing his eyes. That's how I knew he was close. He always latched onto me in some way. I was close too, I felt my legs shaking and my insides quivering. The next moment I was cuming on him again and he was filling me up. I held onto him tightly feeling his load drip out of me and onto his thighs. But I still felt so full. I let my weight fall on him, completely exhausted. He lifted me off of him but still carried me. We went into the bathroom and washed off. We almost fell asleep in the tub. The hot water was bliss although he always complains that I have it too hot. He got up first. Grabbing the towel and wrapping it around his waist. Then he helped me up out of the tub. Passed me the towel and drained the water. We walked into the kitchen to grab water before getting dressed and getting back in bed. I hadn't noticed before but he let me soak in the tub for a little longer and changed the sheets of our bed. They were fresh and clean and comfortable. We laid there for a while, breathing in each other's air before falling asleep. 

The next few days were about the same. Except for Friday, Deployment Announcement Party. We invited all of our military friends to our apartment, pizza, drinks and music. We used the time to catch up and at 10 PM we would all check our emails and go around saying our deployment locations. As per usual Connie and Jean were the first ones drunk. Bertholdt, Reiner’s childhood friend, was definitely tipsy because he looked a little less nervous than usual and more talkative. Reiner didn't seem to pay attention to any of it because I was sitting on his lap and feeling so good. Sasha was in the kitchen eating damn near everything and Mikasa was picking at her plate but still being protective of it around Sasha. Eren and Armin were fighting over aux, and on round 4 out of 10 of rock paper scissors. It was a fun party, I could always expect a good time with these people around me. 

All of a sudden time flew and it was 10 PM. It was time to see where our group would divide and conquer. First up Armin. “Texas, oh lord I hate the heat.” We all laughed recalling the way Armin’s entire uniform would change colors under his sweat.

Eren. “Germany, man what. That language is so difficult for no reason.”

Mikasa. “South Korea… Well at least the night life is fun.”

Connie. “Germanyyyy, Jaeger you can pray all you want but you can never get rid of meeee.” We all laughed as he jumped into Eren’s arms and even louder when Eren dropped him on his ass.

Jean. “Iran.” The mood soured. Iran has been an active Warzone for as long as we could remember. Hundreds of lives lost throughout the years. We all gathered around Jean and gave him encouraging words. He smiled sweetly, walking to the kitchen to pour himself another shot. 

Sasha. “Virginia, man I thought I'd at least get to leave the country.” 

My turn. I stood up and took a breath, everyone was watching me as I pulled out my phone and opened up my email. “Hawai’i. Wow, that's actually perfect hahaha.” Relief flooded the room as everyone congratulated me. Reiner came up to me and planted a kiss on my lips that made Connie whistle and Eren yell “GET A ROOM”.

I sat down in Reiner’s spot as he pulled out his phone. 

“Hungary.” He looked up at me as my jaw hit the floor. I felt tears welling up in my eyes. Hungary was basically military for Ukraine. We knew deployment there meant we would be in an active war zone and that being said he would be in more danger and doing 10 times as much work as Jean. He came to me and hugged me tightly. He sat down in his spot again and let me bury my face in his chest. The room was silent for a minute, then Connie yelled we’ve got one more. 

“Yea i’m going i know.” Bertholdt stood up. “Hungary, man fate is so funny it wont let me leave this guy's side.” We all giggled. We all drank some more and finished the pizza and snacks before everyone started heading out. Reiner and I let the music play as we cleaned up. He could tell I was still sad and afraid but content with the fact that he won't be alone. We went to bed knowing that even though we would be across the world from each other, we won't be alone. He curled up to me and fell asleep instantly as I let my mind wander before I fell asleep as well.

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