#attack on titan x yn

[wakasaz]

Thinking about riding Hanges face

☆~ Hange x Fem!Reader

☆~They/them pronouns used for Hange

☆~Not proofread

They pull you into their office, smacking their lips to yours as they walk you backward towards the desk. Bending to grab your thighs, they lift you onto the desk as their hands work to undo all you gear. Throwing everything on the floor while ripping your pants off, they drop to their knees, spreading your legs. "Such a pretty pussy" they say as they spit on your cunt watching it run down your slip. Taking their thumb they spread you open and as they run their tongue up you groaning at your taste.

Throwing your legs over their shoulders they start lapping at your cunt, alternating between sucking and licking your clit as they rub circles on your thighs. They continue to eat you like you're the last thing they will ever taste before abruptly stopping and pulling away. Smirking as you whine from loss of contact. Hange stands and throws themselves onto the desk. "Ride my face sweet girl" they say as they smirk at you. They grab your hips helping you on top of them. You hover over their face before they grab your hips, yanking you down onto them. "When I said ride my face I ment ride my face. You aren't going to hurt me doll"

Hips grinding as they lap at your cunt. Your hands are in their hair pulling as you throw your head back moaning their name. Hange is moaning against mumbling praises about how good you taste. Hange is gripping your hips, helping you grind back and forth. The hold they have on you is almost bruising. They smirk against you when your legs start to shake. Hange runs one of their hands down their body to and into their pants as the other one runs up yours squeezing your tit.

You continue to move your hips as they lap, suck, and nip at your cunt until they have you cumming for them. Screaming their name as you spasm on top of them. Your juices drip down their chin. Hange rubs your thighs as you come down from your high tapping your hips once you calm down for you to climb off them. Sitting up they push on your shoulders laying you down on your back smirking at you.

"My turn now, sweet girl"

[mirrorsblogs]

𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐌𝐞 (𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝), 𝐋. 𝐀𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝, 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙖 𝙘𝙝. 𝟭𝟯𝟬+

 It was cold, like most nights on the coast, with rarely any reprieve but Levi never complained. His very nature of endurance prevented him from ever complaining so he opted to sit up in bed and embrace it. Goosebumps littered his skin as he stared out the bedroom window towards the rolling sea.

I dreamed of the stars, now look at me.

Levi Ackerman should be happy. He retired from the military, the war was long over, and he never had to return to that wretched place that forced him away from the treasures of the world. He should be happy.

“Levi, what’re you doing awake?” Your voice from beside Levi startled him slightly. His eyes darted over to you, tensing unconsciously. You opened your eyes fully at his lack of response and saw his expression; ready for combat.

From beneath the bedsheets, you reached your hand to grasp his clenched fist, then, and only then did he release slightly. He looked around once again but was met with the familiar sight of the bedroom.

“You’re safe, there is no war,” you whispered, the same tone you had said every time prior.

“I’m not stupid I know,” Levi mumbled. The vulnerability of admitting the trauma his life had given him was something Levi was not prepared for so he chose the next option; avoidance.

“I never said you were but you looked tense,” you said, getting up to match his eye level while remaining on the bed. “I just wanted to be there for you.”

Levi paused for a moment, he lashed out at you again. Though you had explained to him previously that you understood his defensiveness it still made him feel awful whenever he lashed out. That horrible feeling led him into believing he could never escape the horrors he had been subjected to.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to get angry.” He rubbed his hands together awkwardly.

“I know.” You smiled, Levi thought he did not deserve that grace. “But you’re getting better at recognizing it? Can’t you see?”

No, Levi could not. The progress you saw was entirely invisible to him so he simply sighed.

“Would you want to have some tea?”

“I’m up for it,” you said gleefully. 

Levi got up using his walking cane, refusing assistance from you, and headed towards the shared kitchen. You remained silent as you sat down on a nearby table and opened a book knowing full well the tea-making process helped him to relax. It was clear cut for Levi, the steps were ingrained into his mind, even after all these years.

Hange taught me this trick.

Levi paused in his straining.

Hange.

The ‘four-eyed freak’ popped into his mind. For once in his life, he missed their charisma, their ability to lighten any mood, and most importantly their quirks. Levi looked around the kitchen but was met with empty space, Hange would always annoy him when he was brewing tea. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted you sitting idly at the table reading. Levi shook his head as he realized his own foolishness, he was not alone in this struggle.

“Can you stand by me?” The words came out stuttered and forced but for Levi to admit help this was the only way. You smiled at propped yourself on a nearby counter, watching him silently. “How was your day?”

“Good. Gabi dropped by and gave me some fruit she bought at the market, they’re supposed to be exotic.”

This was nice, this was normal.

“Keep talking,” he commanded.

You droned on and on about your day, recapping drama, reminiscing, sharing opinions, and so on. He never interrupted you but looked even more focused on his tea-making process. 

“Done.” You stopped talking instantly and helped to put the tea and saucers onto the table. As you both sat there was a sad tinge in his eyes that you quickly picked up on.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Levi paused in contemplation, did he want to talk about it?

“Do you remember that time Hange thought it would be funny to lock us in Erwin’s office?” Levi looked down at his tea with a broken smile, his index finger rubbing the ceramic thoughtfully.

“You tried kicking the door down if I recall correctly.” You chuckled.

“You slept on one of the desk chairs until I woke you up.” Levi lifted his eyes to yours which were already staring at him. “Do you miss them?”

There was a lull. Did you miss your fallen comrades?

“Every day,” you whispered.

“How do you live?” Levi had stopped avoiding, he was tired of running.

“I have to focus on the present because if I stop to look back I’ll-” You stopped yourself as you lifted a hand to quiet your sobs. “I’ll remember how they all died, right in front of me.”

Levi regretted asking you these questions, it did more harm than good. It was better to just move on but that was easier said than done. He decided, looking at you, that he would try to live the life all his comrades dreamed of, he would try to live in peace.

“Do you want more tea?” He was mournful.

“No, I’m fine,” you hurriedly muttered, wiping the snot leaking from your nose. 

“I’m gonna go back to bed,” Levi whispered, already grabbing his cane.

“I’ll go with.” The dishes were left on the table, that was tomorrow’s problem.

The room was as cold as before but Levi shirked away from it now. He glanced dismally at his bed and quickly climbed under the covers, pulling you closer than before. The newfound contact surprised you for a moment but you leaned into him.

“Don’t leave me too,” he whispered, voice gravelly, breath hot on your neck. 

“I’m right here,” you whispered. Your hand grabbed his and you leaned your back further into his front. “Can’t you feel me?”

“You’re warm.” You were puzzled for a moment, Levi hated being warm or even humid. “This feels nice.”

And at least for this sole moment, he meant every word.

[imarealnugget]

omgomgomg AoT guys reaction to y/n sending them a thirst trap of themselves

ehehe.

Yesyesyesyes, here you areee🤭

(sorry for the waiting!)

Feat. Eren Jaeger, Armin Arlert, Jean Kirshtein, Connie Springer, Levi Ackermann x female!reader

Synopsis: Attack On Titan guys reaction to you sending them a thirsty trap of yourself

Eren Jaeger

Armin Arlert

Connie Springer

Jean Kirshtein

Levi Ackermann

[n0tamused]

Could I request a lil’ blurb of reader finding Hange passed out on their desk and convincing them to come have some cuddles and sleep in their actual bed pretty please?

A/N: you got it anon, hope you like this :)

“Oh, dear Hange.. hey..”

You nudge their shoulder gently, earning a gruff sound that only meant they were still dreaming. With a sigh you move closer to their side and lift off the coat they draped over their frame, taking them by the shoulders to gently stir them from their sleep so they were at least conscious.  “Hange.. come on.. let’s get you to bed. You’re going to complain about your neck and your back in the morning if you stay here”  you spoke to them, a little louder than your previous whispering.

Hange mumbled something - papers, research, some lab - their eyes still closed and their glasses crookedly sitting on the bridge of their nose, but at least they sat up, giving you a chance to loop one of their hands around your shoulders to hoist them up. That seemed to pull them back to reality some more, long lashes fluttering to open the heavy eyelids that only wanted to remain shut till sun itself penetrated them. A few papers rustled and slipped past their fingertips as they rose to their feet.

“Hm..? I fell asleep on the desk again..?”  they muttered, their hand gripping your opposite shoulder as they straightened, taking their entire weight off of you but Hange would be lying if they said they didn’t like this dotting attention, a smile faintly seen on their pale lips. And as you led them down the dark hall and into the room, they made no further comments or protests, only collapsing onto the mattress and making a content sound when they dragged you into their embrace like a teddy bear.  You could only huff a chuckle, wrapping your arms around them, and just to ease them into sleep once more you ran your fingers through their long hair, making sure to pull off their glasses so they didn’t break. 

“There.. much better, right..?”   “Uhh-uh….”   

Smiling you couldn’t resist the temptation to leave a few kisses over their face, before settling down and dozing off to sleep, and what a sweet dream it was with your lover arm in arm, roosting on the bed like two lovebirds.

Ⓒ n0tamused. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

[bakugokemkatsuki]

Wrath (Fluff Version)

Levi Ackerman x Reader

**Genre: Fluff **Note: Reader is not gendered **Key: Y/N- Your Name Colors: Levi, YN (Talking) **Word Count: 522

Levi Ackerman is what many would call frightening. He was on the shorter side but if anything, that only added to his intimidating demeanor. Everyone knew not to cross him and when they did his punishments were by far the most horrible of anyone’s. Luckily as long as you did as you were told and kept everything perfectly clean, he wasn’t bad. Honestly, he wasn’t a bad guy once you got down to it. He had just been through a lot.  Levi was your captain and for the most part you were a good soldier and had been one of the few people to have not had to bear his wrath. You quite liked Levi and as far as people go, and he tolerated you more than most. It helped that you found him to be quite attractive. You would never admit it to anyone, but you had a bit of a crush on your captain. Knowing Levi, he didn’t do relationships. He only had one goal, to slay every titan. So, you buried your feelings and kept everything on a professional level at least until today. Today you had been slacking off during training and Levi was quick to notice. After training Levi confronted you and demanded some extra one on one training during dinner as your punishment. You were just grateful it wasn’t stable duties. Those were the worst. When the time came you went to the training field where Levi was already waiting for you. “So, you finally show up.” “I’m still five minutes early captain.” Levi gave you a small tch and training began. Not long into training Levi could see you weren’t really trying and decided to talk to you. Talking didn’t seem to work and you seemed unbothered. He decided to take you on with hand-to-hand combat instead, and within moments you were pinned under him on the ground. “Trying to scare me by overpowering me huh captain. Too bad I’m not scared of you.” “ Oh is that so? Well then why is your heart beating so fast?” You suddenly noticed just how close the two of you were, you could feel his breath fan you face as he spoke. Without thinking you say, “Well because you’re cute.”. Shocked neither of you moved or said anything. After what felt like an eternity Levi spoke. “Y/N… you like me?” Blushing and being unable to look him in the face, you reply. “Um... Yes, I have a crush on you Levi. Also, would you mind getting off.” After quickly getting up and helping you up Levi finally said what you always wanted to hear. “It’s crazy, for so long I’ve only had one goal. I always block out feelings do to always losing the people I care for most, but you you’re the exception. I like you too Y/N. But if you wouldn’t mind could we take this slow?” “Of course, Levi!! I’m just so happy you feel the same way. And I promise I won’t let this get in the way of the main goal, saving humanity.” You two happily walked to grab dinner after that.

**Note: I was trying something new out with this story and the talking lines being color coded and bold. LMK what y'all think of that or if you'd prefer I just left it normal.

[your-averagewriter]

The Battle for Trost.

Summary: At the Battle for Trost, the cadets have to make a plan to get into the supply room. The elaborate plan goes slightly wrong for Jean but luckily (y/n)'s right there next to him, ready to save him.

Word count: 1.2K

Warnings: blood, weapons, violence, death? titans

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Smashing through the window I land inside the building alongside Jean and Marco. I look around seeing the others land inside also, the glass shattering. I take a couple of breaths to steady myself and then I walk forward seeing more cadets tucked under a desk. Crouching down in front of them, I slot my blades back into their sheaths and look at the cadets confused. They’re drenched in sweat and tears, and a few of them are decorated with blood splatters.

“What are you doing?” I ask calmly but with no response. “Aren’t you guys part of the supply team?” I ask tentatively with a few nods in return. “Then why aren’t you fucking supplying?” I ask in a monotone voice but the aggression is quite evident. The girl cowers back slightly whilst the other leans forward.

“The Titans! They’re in the basement!” He yells, scared. “We didn’t know what to do!”

“Work it out, that’s what you’re meant to do. Kill the bastards and supply. That is your job!” I say, now raising my voice. I sigh rolling my eyes and standing up, stepping away from them but Jean has a different idea. He grabs one of them by the collar, pulls him up and punches him square in the face finishing what I started.

“You abandoned us!” He yells at them.

“Not to say he doesn’t deserve it but we don’t have time,” I say as Marco holds onto Jean pulling him away. He sighs before calming down.

“Fine. But later if you survive this you better believe there will be consequences.” He spits before relenting.

Then suddenly one of the walls is smashed by a titan’s face.

“Jean get down!” I yell, pulling him down to protect the both of us from the rubble.

Two titans look through the hole in the wall and the whole room erupts in panic. Screaming, shouting and disorganised chaos. The rest of the supply team hiding in various parts of the room flee, the only thing they seem to be good at, leaving us.

“There’s too many people!” Someone exclaims and runs out following the crowds. 

I pull myself up from the floor, ripping out a shard of glass lodged in my hand with a hiss and I stare at the skinless faces that just implanted themselves in the wall.

I watch them emotionless as I see a large fist crash against their faces. My eyes go wide and I stare in shock before I’m interrupted by Connie, Mikasa and Armin flying in, crashing through the windows. Connie tries to explain the titan who just punched the other titans stating that he’s trying to help or at least isn’t an enemy at this point in time. 

I watch in awe as it destroys other titans, stamping on their napes and seemingly using martial arts moves against them, kicking them and tripping them the way we’re taught. He knows fighting moves and also knows the titans’ weaknesses. 

“Whilst it’s great he’s helping us or whatever, we don’t have any gas and our blades are fucked and there are titans in the basement! We need a plan to get the supplies.” I say interrupting them.

“She’s right,” Armin says, wiping some blood off of his head.

“I’m sure there are some weapons somewhere around here,” Jean says. “It's a military police base, there’s bound to be some sort of guns.”

“Guns don’t kill titans,” Mikasa says matter-of-factly.

“Do you have a better idea, do you wanna try to strangle a titan instead?” I ask her and she stays silent so we head downstairs to find the weapons.

Jean, Marco, me and a few others search for guns and carry out the boxes once they’re found. They’re old army shotguns with dust on the crates.

Armin devises a plan on how to distract the titans in the supply room so the best of us can cut their napes and kill the titans. He explains it a couple of times to make sure everyone understands and then everyone gets what they need. Marco gives me his blades as he’s been selected to shoot instead and my blades are blunt. Thanking him I walk over to Jean who’s testing the guns despite being on the blade side of the plan.

“Good luck,” I say, placing my hand on his shoulder.

“I’ll need it.” He says with a sigh.

“Don’t fuck it up,” I say and pause looking at his worried face. “But if you do…I’m right there next to you.” I say before walking off again to get in my place.

The plan’s set up, everyone’s in their places and I start to hear the lift start to lower. I can feel the anxiety levels rise as they’re lowered and I look to my side. I nod to Jean before turning to look at the bottom of the lift. The moving lift has got more than just my attention, it’s luckily got the attention of the titan dawdling around the room.

The cadets look terrified as they stand on the lift staring into the approaching titan’s eyes, they get closer and closer but they’re not allowed to fire. I wait for the rogue shot of a nervous cadet to sound but I don’t hear it, only the command from Marco to shoot.

“Hold.” He pauses again. “Hold!” He says louder hearing the jittery cadet in front of him. “And fire!” He shouts, the cadets unleashing round after round of bullets.

They aim for the eyes as we run across the beams and jump slicing the nape of the titans. Mine falls to the ground and hear sounds of success from the right of me but I turn to the left of me and see Jean backing away from his titan, a very much alive titan, turning around towards him. The titan walks towards him slowly and I instantly jump into action. Without even hearing a command, I propel myself towards the titan, using its face as a hook for my ODM gear and swiftly cut the nape of the titan.

“Watch out!” I yell as the titan falls, me landing next to it. 

I rush over to Jean who I see with eyes wide backed up against a support beam. The titan thuds to the ground behind me as I kneel in front of Jean.

“It’s okay.” I say calmly taking his hands in mine. “It’s dead. You’re safe.” I reassure squeezing his hands. He looks up at me and stands up before enveloping me in a hug.

“Thank you.” He says, sincerely.

“Of course, I told you I was right there next to you.” I say with a rare smile usually saved for a more private setting. 

We separate and I look around at the others, no titans seem to be living which is good and all the humans seem to be living which is also good.

“Is everyone okay?” I yell, not being able to see over some of the titan bodies.

“There were a couple of complications!” Reiner yells back.

“Is anyone hurt?” I ask.

“The only thing hurt is egos.” I hear Reiner yell and a couple of people laugh.

“Thank god.” I whisper to myself pulling myself into Jean’s side.

I see Marco’s worried face as he looks down at us. I give him a thumbs up and a small attempt at another smile and he sighs in relief that, probably, his two favourite people are still alive.

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AN: Thanks for 500 followers!

Is everyone excited for Attack on Titan, season 4, part 3, part 1? They're really drawing this out haha.

Hope you enjoyed reading!

[actuallys8n]

gn!reader | one-shot | drabble

AGELESS BLOGS AND MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED

| a / n | : heehawww this one was veryyyy intrusive i have nothing to say except i'm sorry and please please read the warnings :) <3333 this is Eren’s version of my last Armin idea…

| warnings | : sub!reader, mean!dom, manipulation, degradation, themes of CNC, bondage, dacryphilia, spanking, dry-fucking in a barn oops

| word count | : 1.6k

CONTENT MAY BE TRIGGERING

when he ties you up…

... he’s the type to do it suddenly, taking you by surprise when his strong grip is stuck on your right arm and dragging you out of Sasha's parents' countryside home (they'd kindly invited you and several others over for Sasha’s birthday dinner).

"Eren, what's wrong—"

"Quiet," He snaps, dark eyes singing you with a harsh glare and grip tightening. "You know what you did."

Truth be told, he was right. You had been blowing him off all night and talking with his friends in a fickle attempt to make him jealous because he'd been a little too distant towards you lately. However you were not expecting him to be this heated.

A slam through the door of the decrepit old barn behind the farmhouse and a shove to your side lands you on your back in a hay pile, full moonlight dimly casting a white glow on to the fuming man before you. His strong forearms are flexed tight and his hands hold on to a thick strand of rope he'd picked up from the ground. With chest heaving, he glowers down at you and commands,

 "Strip."

It's an order, and you obey it. Mere seconds pass before he has you kneeling and naked on the dirty barn floor— wrists extended behind your back in an offering and tears stinging your eyes because why here? This barn is filthy and smells of must, not to mention all of your friends are waiting for you inside. Surely they’d suspect something’s going on? But Eren ignores your obvious discomfort, angrily wrapping the coarse rope in taught cuffs around your upper arms and wrists.  

“Not everything is about you.” He hisses, hot breath fanning over the skin of your neck with the words. “Bend over.”

You obey.

“Precious baby needs all my attention, all the time huh?” 

The synthetic fibers rubbing rough against your skin leave behind hot, screaming marks and you briefly wonder if giving your boyfriend the cold shoulder had really been a good decision. Eren has never been one to shower you with affection and attention— rather just keeping you close. Arm candy. 

At least that’s how it has felt as of late.

Salty tears trickle down your cheeks and into the straw bale your face is pressing against when you feel Eren wrap tight knots around both of your ankles. He is careful to leave a twenty-inch segment of rope connecting your legs and roughly takes hold of your hips with his free arm, hiking them up high and displaying your ass to his greedy view. 

Knees scraping against cold concrete, chest and thighs pressing against an itchy hay bale, Eren seals your fate with a final tie of that last segment around your wrist cuffs – thoroughly sealing your arms and legs together. You let out a soft whine at the uncomfortable position, calves and ankles aching as your body bends into the hog tie with nothing for support except a straw pillow. 

“E-Eren this hu-hurts…” You say with a sob, desperately stretching and rolling your shoulders in an attempt to alleviate the pain building in your muscles from pulled so taught. However the movement only causes more pokey, prodding straw to stab into the naked skin on your upper half.

“Aw,” He sighs from behind you, strong hands now gripping harder on your hips and pushing you further into the bale, spreading your cheeks. The cold night air ghosting over your core has goosebumps threatening to raise across your heated flesh and only adds to your mounting frustrations. What is he doing? Why? 

“Do you want me to kiss it all better, baby?”

You want to nod but refrain, more tears streaming mercilessly down your cheeks because you’re not used to this side of Eren. He’s quiet and brooding, but he has never been anything but sweet to you. Yet here and now, after the little stunt you pulled earlier, his once kind kisses have turned to rope burns and the contrast launches your mind into a downward spiral. You must have really upset him — because those loving and gentle lips are far away now. Split in a sinister grin because he’s silently been waiting for this. 

For you to fuck up and give him an excuse to punish you. His perfect little pet. 

Eren knew exactly what you were trying to do the second you stepped out of his hold and towards the drink table where Armin, Jean and Connie had been chatting earlier that night. 

His number one rule has always been to stay away from his friends. He had made it clear to you on your first date that he was the jealous type, and that no one he hung around had a sense of boundaries with the exception of Armin. They would all flirt with you, regardless of who is attached to your side. 

He was right, of course. None other than Jean Kirstein had mosied over to you earlier in the evening to strike up a conversation after a few drinks, and there was not a single person in the room who couldn’t predict what was coming next. 

Well, all except for you. 

The seed he’d planted in your brain had begun to bloom into a beautiful flower before his very eyes. You are the helpless mouse wandering into a trap he’d set just for you. 

A little less attention than what you’re used to is sure to elicit the response he’s looking for: retaliation. 

And what does retaliation mean for him? Well, justification to punish you of course.

“I wish you could see how pathetic you look.” Eren mutters, mind distant in thoughts of fucking you senseless and wandering hands playing with the pliable flesh of your ass and thighs. His emerald eyes gleam in the moonlight, hazy from the alcohol but focusing in hard on your cunt. “Fuck if you weren’t so damn perfect…”

Smack!

“Would’a left you behind a long time ago.” 

Smack!

“You’re so whiny.”

Smack!

“You want me to do everything for you…”

Your eyes squeeze shut in preparation for another spank, but it doesn’t happen. Instead the abusing hand comes to a rest on your searing skin and rubs several soft, soothing circles into the red marks from his palm.  

“You’re so helpless. What would you do without me?”

Again, another sting against your backside from the harsh contact of his slap. 

“No one’s gonna take care of you like I do, Y/N.” 

More sobs shake your body at his words, heat hopelessly pooling between your legs because he’s right and you know it. Your body knows it. 

Everything about the situation is painful and you can’t help loving it. The bombardment of new emotions and sensations is nothing short of incredible. You’ve wanted him for years, it was a dream come true when Eren Jaeger finally told you he wanted you just the same.

You sniffle, opening your eyes and peeking through cloudy vision at the man who’s still pressing your weight into the hay bale. He’s so handsome— disheveled dark brown hair falling in a perfect frame over defined and tanned features. And you can tell then and there, just by looking in his eyes that he sees no one but you. That he wants no one but you. 

“You love taking care of me.” You hiss rather boldly, flexing against your restraints again and huffing because you know they’re not going anywhere. Eren just chuckles, low and dark and in agreement with a final —pat! pat! to your swollen rear end.

You both knew it the second your paths had crossed. A healthy, normal relationship was never going to be in the cards for the two of you. 

The dull sound of the zipper from his jeans and the countryside crickets fill your ears for a moment until the sound of your own heartbeat ultimately outweighs them both. Eren coos when your body goes slack beneath him, reeling while the old rope works wonders at keeping you all tied up for him. Completely exposed all for him. He can’t help but groan and slap the blunt head of his now exposed erection against your hole– hand working up and down on the shaft a few times while a thick line of saliva passes his lips and drips over the pretty pink tip of his cock.

“I love getting to fuck you.” Eren snaps, yanking on the portion of rope connecting your biceps and pulling your body straight onto his awaiting dick. You yelp and bury your face into the hay, ignoring the painful stabs of dried reed against your cheeks because the pain of being taken unprepped from the back is much, much worse. 

“Eren–!” You cry out when his hips meet your ass in a single, hard thrust, the grip on your restraints unyielding. Using his power over your shaking form, he tugs harder on the rope and bends your back in an arch so he can lean down and press his warm cheek against your own.

“You’re mine. How many times do I gotta tell you?”

He suddenly releases the rope on your arms and you fall forward helplessly, tears and sobs making their return because you felt nothing except regret in that moment. No one had landed you in this position except yourself, all because you thought you deserved more of Eren’s attention. “Don’t talk to my friends when I’m not around.”

His strong hands are back on your bruised hips, rocking you over his hard-on at a tantalizingly slow pace– reveling in the squelch of your walls sucking him in and the soft whines you are filling the air with. But one particularly sweet moan that meets his eardrums sends sharp, electric tingles down the back of his neck and out the tip of his cock.

“Babyy…” He purrs, mood shifting suddenly as your cunt squeezes him tighter. Your mind is quickly losing its battle with your body, giving in to the building pleasure between your thighs. Your walls clench around him again and you sigh with another little wiggle against your restraints.

“Knew you’d understand.”

Your favorite, familiar pair of lips place soft kisses on your shoulders when Eren bottoms out in you again. 

“Keep being good for me and I might let you cum, okay?”

heyyyy so yeah i have a thing... i should probably get help.

master list

[system-to-the-madness]

Shingeki no Kyojin (Attack on Titan) - Masterlist

Armin Arlert x Reader

Lost Mittens and a Fireplace (832 words)

Drabble - fluff - Character A dropping a mitten/glove, character B noticing, and rushing after A to give it back.

Levi Ackerman x Reader

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[cottonconnielvr]

eren loves thunderstorms.

he loves the way the electricity crackling in the sky turns into background noise as he places himself so deeply inside you. you feel full, as always. eren’s head lays next to yours on the cold fluffy pillow, his body fitting perfectly on top of yours. his weight only made your head go even dizzier. your plush thighs welcome eren’s shamelessly slim waist, your mixed arousal making a mess on your thighs. the sound of eren’s deep thrusts is so lewd, his tip kissing your cervix so perfectly. eren’s warm body shields you from the loud thunder outside, the sound of rain brutal against the windows. “you’re so messy…” eren lifts himself from the crook of your neck, his hands rubbing up and down your thighs before pushing them further back to your chest. your breath hitches at the new angle. eren’s change in pace having you drooling over the pillows, he’s stroking you so slowly and so deep your thighs begin to shake. “r-ren” you cry out, your hands gripping the sheets. with every thrust goes the last of your brain cells. eren watches where the two of you connect, his dick snug inside of you. everytime he thrusts back in your slick oozes out.

“ you’re so nasty…creaming all over me” eren lets out a breathy whine, coming down to connect his lips to yours. you don’t have a chance to process his movements before his thrusts speed up, one of his hands coming up to your throat.

whimpers and moans fell from your mouth as eren sucked your tongue, his fingers squeezing the sides of your throat. you could feel your stomach tightening, your pussy clenching around eren over n over. “shit you gonna kill me” eren whispers to himself, your warm sticky insides clamping around him so tightly. his forehead rests on yours, his eyes looking into yours. you can’t help but look away, he knows how uneasy eye contact makes you feel.

“ren m’gonna-” you sob out, tears flooding down your cheeks as the pleasure stimulates you so well. “hm? what you wanna say?” eren teases, fingers gliding over your sensitive clit in smooth circles.

“ i-i can’t” you shudder, hands pushing at eren’s abdomen. “yes you can, sweet girl” eren places a kiss on your forehead, pushing your hands out the way. “it’s okay, just cum m’here” he pushes down on your lower stomach. as if it was destiny, the final crash of thunder for the night hit you as hard as your orgasm, toes curling and eyes rolling back. eren hisses, your pussy clenching so tight around him. “gonna make me cum, pretty” he whines lowly, his grinding into you to prolong your orgasm for as long as possible. you sniffle, coming down slowly in a dreamy haze. you could sleep so good right now.

eren lifts your thigh up, pushing it back even further to bury himself as deep as he could inside you. you gasp aloud in shock, overstimulation hitting you hard as he rocks into you so good. “ren n-no” you squeal, hands desperate to hold onto something. “m’almost there” eren sighs out, his thighs shaking from pleasure. broken moans and whimpers leave your teary eyed form, only getting more sensitive with each thrust.

“ ahh - s..shit… look at me” your eyes lock with eren’s, he looks so good this way. before you can warn eren, your arousal squirts out of you, wetting eren’s lower body. eren stiffens, pumping rope after rope so deeply into you. you both lay bare and limp, chests heaving as you both come down from it all. you can only focus on the rain hitting the ground outside.

….but yeah eren loves thunderstorms!

[lingeriae]

🧘🏾‍♀️

"man, fuck you."

the silence that comes after your words is almost deadly, and it causes your heart to sink.

the sleek black fridge hums in the silence, your eyes are drawn to it as you hear his heavy foot steps move towards you, it's so calm it causes your nerves to rise. you can feel the warmth radiating off his body as he stops infront of you, his muscular body only inches away from being pressed against yours.

your anxious, and a bit excited for what you know is about to come, keeping on a poker face and looking straight, refusing to look up at him.

eren pokes his inner cheek with his tongue as he looks down at you, an eyebrow raised and a dangerous look on his face. a look you were far too familiar with, a look that only meant one thing.

he chuckles, the sound is deep and attractive, fitting for a prettyboy like himself. "s'that right?"

a shudder racked throughout your body at the threat posed as a question, he was testing you, giving you a chance to redeem yourself before he fucked you up. on any other day, you would jump to fix up your words and tone, knowing what would happen if you didn't, but you didn't feel like doing that shit today. not after he ignored you almost the whole day.

maybe you were being dramatic - no fuck that. this is his fault.

you got all dressed up for him, wearing a cute lil lingeriae (wink wonk) that annoyingly went up your ass just for him, only for you to be ignored and neglected like you weren't walking around with the most bomb pussy.

it happened a few hours ago but even now you're still fucking pissed, eren was off work today and your package came early so you decided to suprise him. he was playing his games when you decided to walk in. hips swinging, titties sitting and your sunkissed skin glowing with the shea butter and baby oil you rubbed it with earlier. he cursed loudly as he shot at whatever the fuck he was shooting at on screen, and cussed out connie for being slow, his gaze not moving from the screen even once to acknowledge your presence. it annoyed you a little, but you didn't let that bother you smiling slyly as you walked up to him.

"ren," you called sweetly, swayin on your feet lightly and bitting your bottom lip as you waited for his jade green eyes to meet yours only for your plump lips to downturn when he quickly mumbled out a 'yeah, baby?' without sparring you a single glance. you were starting to get pissed off, was it so fucking hard for him to give you attention?

with a huff you leaned over, taking his jaw into your hand to turn his head towards you, ignoring the complaints he let out. a smile tugged at your lips at the way he paused, looking you up and down and licking his pink lips which parted for a second before you heard talking from his headset, you felt your smile slip as he looked back to the screen.

"eren-"

he cuts you off with a kiss, his eyes still not leaving the screen, your frown going unnoticed. "gimme a second babe, m'almost done." your nose scrunched up as you stared at the brunette infront of you, in disbelief of him choosing a fucking game over you. rolling your eyes you walked out of the room, making sure to slam the door shut behind you.

which leads you to being moody all day.

the pretty princess that he was used to no longer being present as you stomped your pretty feet every where you went, face screwed up, side-eyeing the brown haired male every chance you get and mumbling slick shit under your breath.

eren was oblivious to why you were acting this way, and he was slowly getting sick of it. his last straw being when he asked you to pass him a cup only for you to just look at him bad out of the corner of your eyes and fix your pretty lips to ask him

"your hands broke?"

the smell of your vanilla and marshmellow body mist floods his senses as he inhales, his eyes dropping down to your neck to see the glitter that sparkles there. your fucking delicious, is what he thinks as he watches you avoid him with low lidded eyes, a hand comes up to turn your face towards him so that you make eye-contact with him.

you try not to shiver, pursing your lips as you look at him. "who you giving all that attitude to?"

you try to hold in the whimper that threatens to fall from your lips from the tone of his voice, how you could feel it vibrating through you and how your panties soaked with arousal with just that alone.

it isn't fair, the hold he has on you, the reactions he can pull from you by doing the least. his grip tightens on your jaw when you attempt to pull your face away from him, gaze blazing with heat and a thick eyebrow raising as he waited for you to respond.

rolling your eyes, you crossed your arms across your chest, tongue running acorss your top row of teeth. "aint got time for this."

green eyes squinted at you before eren's entire face went blank, he tilted his head at you and you watched as his brown hair swayed with the movement, your body tensing as your face remained blank. "you sure?" those two words have never seemed dangerous until now, paired with the look on his face, it would have anyone shaking in there boots, it shouldn't have excited you but it did.

inhaling deeply, eren listened to the humming of the fridge, trying his best to calm down and not do anything irrational as he knew how your cry-baby ass was. he looked down at you again, watching as you twisted your lips and looked away from him, trying to keep a poker face, his lips quirked up at the side a little, barely noticeable, knowing that you wont be acting this way in a couple of minutes.

"gonna tell me why you're acting like this?"

biting your tongue, you shook your head. "nothing bro, it's fine." you attempt to move past him, his hand lashes out and holds your hips, brinig you back to where you were before which causes you to sigh annoyingly.

"nah, what's up?" eren waited for your reply patiently, watching as you just stared at him with your lips jutted out. he waits, and his patients runs thin.

he lets out a breath through his nose. "cool."

and that's all it takes for you to be in this position, back arched perfectly with your supple breats pressed against the counter top as eren fucks you from behind, chorus' of moans leaving your lips.

"e-eren wait!"

"wait on what? don't play with me, take it and don't run." you felt a pleasurable sting on your ass, gifted to you by the man who was rearranging your guts with vigor.

not once did he stop or pause, lifting your foot so he could plunge into your deeper.

he grabs a fist of your hair, bringing his lips to your ear allowing you to hear the raspiness and deepiness of his tone as he fucked you.

"this what you wanted right...nasty fucking attitude cause you wanted some dick."

feeling the pleasure build in your tummy, begging for a release you grip unto the counter as eren's paced sped up. a series of broken sentences and sweet moans leaving your plump liips as he bullied your pussy with his cock.

"if dick's what you want, ima fucking spoil you with it."

[tuwlips]

Husband! Levi whose first customer in his tea shop was you.

Husband! Levi who instantly fell in love with you. You became a regular in his tea shop and he always remembered your everyday order.

Husband! Levi who proposed to you a few years later and the two of you got married.

Husband! Levi wakes up with a smile everyday seeing your sleeping form beside him. Every morning he kisses your forehead.

Husband! Levi and you make breakfast together. The kitchen filled with your giggles.

The wind flows in through the window beside your kitchen as you sing softly. He hugs you from behind and rests his chin on your shoulders.

Oh how he loves your voice..

Husband! Levi loves listening to you talk while he brews tea for the both of you.

Husband! Levi who hangs up paintings and illustrations made by you on the walls of his tea shop.

The tea shop has little of you everywhere. Things that remind him of you. Unbeknownst to you, he has dedicated himself and the tea shop to you.

[mirrorsblogs]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲, 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞, 𝐄. 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙖𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙝𝙤𝙡, 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙚

There was a certain energy that came from being in an environment like this. You stood off to the side observing the organized madness in rapture, people passing by, they paid no mind to your curious eyes. With a deft hand, you tried your hand over the various alcohol bottles present on the counter trying to decide on which concoction you wanted to drown in tonight.

Vodka, whiskey, rum-

“Did you want to stand there all day?” Someone shouted at you. Clumsily you poured the nearest drink bottle into your cup and hastily walked away from the table. You ignored the glaring eyes of those you kept waiting along with some jealous people lining the main room. These types of parties were never your scene but you decided to indulge your boyfriend’s wishes for just tonight though you began to regret that decision as he remained sparse.��

For a moment you contemplated throwing your drink away and going back to your apartment but decided to explore just a little more. The glares of either envy or jealousy followed you all the while you walked down random hallways. It felt as though you got more and more lost in your surroundings but it was exhilarating to lose yourself physically. Though that could have been the alcohol talking.

“Fuckin’ rich people,” you whispered as the hallways seemed to stretch on and on. How big was this house?

Stopping in a hallway you noticed a larger portrait with all of Eren’s family with Jean’s and Mikasa’s. They were old money, something you were so very not. The judgmental eyes of Grisha Yeager looked down at your scantily clad body. That man had never respected you, much rather preferring a wealthier girl for his son than you. These girls were effortless where you worked yourself to the bone, they were graceful where you were headstrong, they were everything you were not.

Why did Eren ask me out?

Why did he want me?

Vaguely you registered shouting coming from the end of the hall which would have steered you in the other direction had you not recognized the voice.

“What do you mean you lost her? She’s my girlfriend, how do you lose her? Find her or I’ll-”

“Eren,” you mumbled, going for a side hug. Instantly you felt his muscles relax as a scared Falco nodded in thanks before quickly fleeing the scene. 

“Where’d you go?” He questioned, placing his chin on the top of your head. His previously angered tone was nowhere to be found as he began to bask in your presence. You had this effect on him, he was always calmer around you.

“I walked around the house, and got lost.”

“Figures, did you want me to get you another drink?” Eren asked as he threw on one of his signature smirks.

“No I’m ok, I have work tomorrow anyway.” You could feel the frown on his face at your answer. Eren separated from you slightly to show you his expression but did not comment.

“Ok, let me bring you to the group then,” he whispered, leaning down directly into your ear. At his action, you nervously glanced around only to find that you both were in a secluded room far from any party-goers.

“Or we could stay here for a bit?” You slyly suggested, pulling on the hem of Eren’s shirt.

“Or we could stay here,” Eren confirmed, after a pause. He slid a hand to the side of your face and brought your lips to his. He tasted as he usually did, of cedar. Gently he guided you both to a nearby couch where you straddled him instantly. 

“I like looking at you like this,” you whispered, upper half upright so you could stare down at the man for once.

“Don’t get used to it, princess.” The nickname made your heart flutter as he was the only one in the world who would call you such. It was ironic considering how you managed running a club, academics, and a job which contrasted heavily with being an uptight princess. Eren had initially used it to piss you off but quickly found the effect it had on you to be different, more fluster-inducing.

“Jean is going to kill us if he finds us making out in his house,” you said. Eren laughed as he kissed you hungrily again, his teeth bit softly into your bottom lip. You rolled your tongue over the bit part enough for Eren to slip his tongue into your mouth. For a moment you gasped at the sudden intrusion but quickly adjusted as you both fell into a sort of rhythm. A little squeeze from Eren on your hip there and a roll from your hips there made the experience all the more intoxicating.

“What the hell!” Jean yelled as he burst into the room. You broke apart from Eren and with no shame began laughing at his reaction. Eren chuckled too but moved you away from Jean as he stood up. “You should go find them, Sasha said. Maybe they’re lost, Connie said.”

“Sorry, horse-face! We’ll leave,” Eren said with an air of humor in his voice.

“Shut the fuck up Yeager and get out!” Jean shouted, pointing at the door behind him. Eren’s smile widened as he began to leave but not before holding a hand out to you. Grasping his hand you both made your way down the hall, retreating from the angered Jean.

“I told you!” You whisper-shouted at Eren.

“I don’t regret it,” Eren whispered in the same playful tone. 

“Did you see his face? I swear it was red!”

“There was steam coming from his ears!”

After some more jokes traded between the two of you, the main party room came back into view. Instead of those glares that followed you everywhere, they were replaced with vying and impassive stares from everyone. You began to shy from it all until Eren kissed your temple.

"They're all jealous," he whispered.

"Of what?"

"You."

Eren instilled a confidence you never knew you could possess. Then there was the case of his smile that he never used to wear with pride as he did now. It was a newfound sense of happiness that you brought that caused it to form. Losing himself in the pleasures of life was something Eren was comfortable with until he saw you. Rather than drowning in alcohol he would much rather drown in the love you offered. Though you might have never asked him to quit his usual lifestyle Eren did, he changed. He did it for you.

As individuals we were hollow, together we are better, we are whole.

[mamas-ethereal-gun]

‪‪ ❤︎ ‪‪𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘...❤︎‬

Pt 1 Eren Yeager x coquette!black fem reader

Pt 2 Pt 3

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There was a fight going on during lunch. Punches being thrown, teachers trying to separate people, everyone yelling and screaming. But Immense of all that chaos stood you. Not moving an inch. Not even lifting your eyes to get quick glance at what was going on. You were too focus on the book (i want this book so badly omg) you’re reading. And while you focus on your book, he focus on you.

It was obvious to everyone that Eren had a thing for you. Constantly staring at you with lovesick eyes and a faint blush on his cheeks, glaring at any guys who try to pursue you, Not taking interest in any other girls besides you. So if it was obvious to everyone why was it not obvious to you?

“(Y/n)’s kinda dumb Eren.” Armin says to Eren as they Walk to class together. Eren glares at Armin because he hated when people insulted his future wife but he did have a point. Academically you were really smart, top of your class even but when it came to other’s feelings… you were the dumbest motherfucker on earth.

“She looked so pretty today.” Eren’s glare at Armin turned into a soft little smile. “To you she looks pretty everyday.” Armin sighs tired of Eren’s lovesickness. “Ok but her outfit looked especially good today! You just don’t get it.” Eren pouted as him and Armin walked into their final class of the day. And guess what. There you were. Sitting at you desk, reading the same book you were reading at lunch.

‘Pretty…’ Eren thought staring at you just like he did during lunch. only difference was, you looked back. You are constantly feeling a pair eyes on you and decided to investigate. You lifted your eyes from your book and onto him. You both stared at each other like a deer staring into head lights for few seconds before he finally smiled at you. You had to admit… he did have a really cute smile. You felt your cheeks getting hot causing you to smile back at him. You shoot him a small smile before quickly turning back to your book. Hiding your embarrassment.

Eren looked at Armin with a ‘did you see that’ grin and Armin smiled and nodded. Maybe today was his lucky day.

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A/n 𐙚🧸ྀི: I hope y’all liked this cause this was my first time writing lol 🫶🏾 also Sorry if there’s grammatical errors.

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[n0tamused]

since your aot blurbs requests are open can i ask for an erwin smith x reader and how he'd definitely be private with your relationship but it's no longer a secret when he almost dies and his arm is gone (💀) and the scouts find out and their reactions?

Sorry if the requests aren't open I must have misread! Anyway love your writing (and drawing) so yea thanks<33

A/N: Started working on this the moment I got the request because one thing I can't get enough of is Erwin Smith. Anyway, this is a bit lengthier than a blurb, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless <3 Thank you for the request and your kind words. I may expand on this some other time, just to write more on the actual interaction between reader and Erwin.

Genre: fluff, tinge of angst if you squint really hard, gn reader

“Did you hear?”

“How didn’t we notice before?”

“-it was right under our noses and we missed it”

“Have you ever seen them-?”

By the sheer volume of their disbelief and glowing eyes, one could easily mistake the situation for what it was. To say it was surprising would be an understatement, even downright shocking to some. For them to not have found out sooner about their Commander’s private affairs was a big deal.   Levi found a great deal of amusement in these sudden rumors and whispers, even entertaining some of them while you were close enough to hear it. To fluster you or irritate you, you couldn’t exactly tell, but he was fanning the flames either way. As he was the only one privy to know of your relationship with Erwin from its start, he became the center target for these sorts of questions while you were cooped up in Erwin’s room.

You almost lost him.. 

His hand rested clasped between the two of yours as he slowly came in and about his consciousness, blinking open slowly only to be met with the observing stares of you and the doctor. He knew you were biting back on a scolding and a whole waterfall of tears, he could tell by that tell-tale twitch of your brows and the light tremor in your fingers that held him like you were his last link to this place. And you were.. 

While the rest of the scouts gossiped and entertained plenty of ideas of their Commander and you, Erwin’s room was filled with gentle sobs and scoldings before it simmered down to smoother conversations. You found yourself glued to his side of the bed, unable to leave unless you saw him consume something, anything. And when he did he came to learn from both you and Levi about these news, but instead of shock or displeasure he found himself chuckling.

“Well.. the cat is out of the bag now. What would be the use of pretending it's not” he smiled, his light stubble giving him a touch of domesticity and something less refined that you scarcely got the chance to witness any other time. He didn’t even try to brush his hair with his fingers, letting you hold him in your grasp, knowing both of you needed it. He looked so himself in that moment, and his bright eyes glistened with tender mirth as he looked over at you.  Maybe if he wasn’t so hellbent on this dream of his, you’d see more of him in this raw light.. but no matter where he chose to tread you swore to follow him.

 He sighed, rubbing his thumb on the skin of your hand, shaking his head a little as he looked down in his lap, losing himself in his thoughts. It would be a lie  to say that this wasn’t something both of you hoped wouldn’t happen, or at least not in this fashion, but neither of you were angry about it. This spared you both some confessions and awkward sappy speeches, so perhaps it could be viewed as a blessing in disguise. 

Ⓒ n0tamused. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

[your-averagewriter]

Hi idk if you still do requests but can you do bertholdt x male reader fluff where the Reader is like giyu tomioka (and he got 1st in the 104th but his not stronger than levi) and he has a little break down after seeing a close friend die

Summary: At the Battle for Trost (y/n) loses a close friend and is comforted by his boyfriend Bertholdt Hoover.

Word count: 1.8K

Warnings: kissing, blood, weapons, violence, titans, death, gore

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I zip through the sky, landing on buildings and then jumping off of them again. Trying to evade the jaws of the titans I shoot myself above the buildings narrowly escaping the grabbing hands. 

“Samuel! Watch out!” I yell as I see a titan chasing after him.

He hurriedly looks behind him, shocked to see the titan quickly gaining on him.

“Samuel! Turn right!” I yell at him as I chase after the same titan heading for its nape. I slash its nape and watch as it falls to the ground then follow after Samuel until we’re side by side. “Be careful,” I say as we continue through the streets. 

“We’ve got to rejoin the group,” Samuel says.

“Yeah, no shit, don’t mind me saving your ass,” I say laughing. “Let’s go.”

“I think Mikasa’s cleared most of the way.”

“We might have to pick up the slack, no one in the 104th has any leadership skills.” 

He nods and we put our metaphorical feet down on the pedals shooting through the sky and heading towards the group of mindless cadets. I can hear Jean yelling from here about teaming up but the response from the soldiers is unimpressive. Marco is stood more timidly next to him.I fly up to the building where everyone’s collecting and skid across the roof causing some roof tiles to fall.

“Jean, what’s the situation?” I ask quietly, standing next to him as Samuel lands a little less gracefully next to us.

“The soldiers sorting out the gas aren’t, they’re scared and hiding.”

“Fucking pussies.” I scoff.

“So we need to get to the gas and reload otherwise we’re all dead.”

“Sounds good. Need some help convincing them?” He nods before rolling his eyes. “Alright everyone, listen up!” I shout. In the 104th my high-skill status allows me a little extra respect from my fellow soldiers. “We need to get to that building.” I point to it. “To reload, we need more gas. You have two choices now though: you can come with us, risk your life, some of you won’t make it but in the end, we will win this battle or the other option is you can stay here, sit on this roof being useless and slowly get picked off by titans. So the choices are: winning or dying. I don’t know about you but that seems like a pretty easy decision to me.” I pause leaving them a few moments to think. “We’re leaving… now!” I say as I grip my blades and soar off of the building, Marco and Samuel follow whilst Jean shouts at the others to do the same. Slowly, one by one they all follow along.

There’s a mountain of titans by the main building and as we approach I notice a couple of soldiers getting picked off but we need to continue. I cut the napes of countless titans and finally make my way into the building, smashing the window on my way in. Hearing multiple other windows break, I see Jean's breakthrough as well. I stand up and look around seeing multiple soldiers cowering under tables and behind. I walk over to them and they look up in fear at the titans and their possible betrayal.

“You have failed your king,” I say slowly, emphasising their failure. “You are all disgraces.”

They try to defend themselves by talking about their terror and fear but Jean refuses to listen any further.

“We were out there fighting for not only our lives but everyone’s lives and you’re all cowering inside not doing your jobs! You are cowards!” He yells at them punching one of the braver cadets.

“Whislt I agree with Jean, we do not have time for this.” I say looking to the others before we all rush to reload our gas. It takes a while with the titans in the basement but we manage it.

Sat by myself reloading my gas Betholdt comes over and sits next to me.

“That was close.” He says whilst I attach my gas canisters.

“Yeah.”

“Well done.” He says and I look at him confused.

“What?”

“I heard what you did when everyone was scattered. It sounds like you’ve saved lots of lives.” I chuckle.

“I didn’t do much, just got everyone going. They did the rest themselves.”

“Well, I’m proud of you.” He says wrapping his arm around me and pulling me closer. 

We sit there together for a while whilst everyone reloads and gets ready to go out there again. Some one makes a call to go out again and the anxious atmosphere of the room is certainly not fun. 

“We’ve got to go.” I say calmly, standing up. 

“Yeah,” He says nervously. “Be careful.” 

“I always am, you too.” I reply then kiss him on the head before walking back out and tapping Samuel on the shoulder. “Be careful, Sammy.” I say before walking out the door.

Jumping off the roof, I swing myself around cutting the ankles of two titans then cutting their napes with the help of another soldier. I swoop down and grab a terrified cadet off of the ground, removing them from the way of an abnormal.

I land on a building out of the way and drop them down.

“Be more careful, there won’t be someone there to save you next time.” I say before shooting off again.

After the magority of titans have been dealt with everyone regroups with each other preparing to retreat back to the wall.

I regroup back with Jean, who’s standing with Connie and Sasha whilst looking around for Samuel and Bertholdt.

“Have you guys seen Samuel or Bertholdt?” I ask them and they respond with shaking heads. “Okay.” I say calmly before hopping off the building.

My eyes dart around looking for the two as I land on the ground. It’s fairly safe now because the titans have mostly been killed. The longer I look around for and the more people I ask around about the more worried I become. Running along the streets I flinch slightly at the balls of saliva or sick from the titans. Misshaped faces and disembodied parts float around. The faces of fear are frozen in time as I see a couple of familiar faces, no one I was friends with but some of the 104th and others.

I walk along the street and finally see Samuel. He’s sat against a wall of a building, presumably tired. I approach him but he doesn’t move so I speed up and see his mangled legs. My hands fly to my mouth as I see his face entangled in his ODM wires, blood is splattered across his body and I see bite marks on his torso with his skin stretched out by the titan’s teeth.

“Samuel? Fuck.” I say sitting back on my feet and looking at his mutilated body.

I feel my tears begin to fill up with tears but I wipe them away knowing that Samuel wouldn’t want me to cry. His uniform is all messed up so I do up his buttons properly and sort out his colour. He was never able to sort out his collar properly, and his uniform always looks dishevelled but he doesn’t get to die like that.

I straighten him up a bit then take off one of his boots, sniffing as I do. He always kept a small knife in his boot, the most beautiful knife I’ve ever seen. The handle is worn but adorned with small gems and the blade is always sharp despite him always using it. I hold it in my hands feeling my emotions overwhelm me as I feel some tears escape from my eyes. Slipping the knife into my pocket I put his boot back on making sure he looks presentable before leaving with his patch (for his family).

Leaving his body on the battlefield is one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do but I only have to keep a calm front for a little while longer. 

I see the coloured flair signalling a retreat and use my ODM gear to elevate myself above the buildings and swipe my eyes whilst flying towards the wall. My face remains neutral from now on, I can’t break in front of all these people so I freeze emotions, and put them on hold.

Once on top of the wall I restock my blades just in case and sit by the edge by myself with my head in my hands. Not crying just remembering. It draws eyes, I can feel them on me. The whispers about the ‘strong (y/n) finally feeling emotions’.

I stay like that for a few moments before Jean walks and sits next to me.

“You good, (y/n)?” He asks thinking I’m just tired. “It was a tough battle, we’re all worn out now. Did you find Samuel and Bertholdt?” He asks looking around for them in the crowd of soldiers.

“Samuel’s dead,” I say in a monotone, quiet voice catching Jean by surprise.

“Shit, I’m sorry, (y/n).” He says. “Have you seen Bertholdt yet?” He asks tentatively looking for him in the crowd.

“No,” I reply, still looking at the ground.

“I can see him from here. He seems okay. I think he’s looking for you?” He says seeing the tall man looking around the same as Jean is.

“Okay, thanks. I think I’m gonna get some air, there are too many people here.” I say standing up and heading to a quieter part of the wall. There are approximately three people that I can actually see from where I am and none of them is paying me any attention.

I sit back down on the ground looking over the edge of the wall.

“Fuck!” I yell out covering my face with my hands as I feel the tears start to flow. 

A warm hand lands on my shoulder and I turn around quickly to see who it is. Bertholdt. He sits down next to me and wraps his arm around my waist.

“Jean told me you were upset about something? Did something happen?” He asks, gently

“Samuel’s dead,” I say coldly feeling tears trickle down my cheeks.

I rest my head on his chest holding onto one of his hands feeling his body heat.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers pressing a kiss to the top of my head and resting his head on top of mine. 

I grab at the fabric of his shirt and pull him closer to me, absolutely distraught and full of grief.

“He’s got a family,” I say, my voice wavering. “He’s got a girlfriend and a little girl. He’s got a daughter.” I cry out, not holding back my tears. “She’s three and waiting for him at home.”

Bertholdt doesn’t say anything, he only holds onto me as I cry. And I cry for a while.

“He’s got a daughter,” I repeat quietly, my voice obstructed by my tears.

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AN: I'm finally getting through my requests :)

I hope you enjoyed reading!

[m-jelly]

Touch is so important to Levi.

Touch is a way he can show his love, feel connected, be reassured and to feel safe.

Simple touches bring a smile to his face and give him a warmth that make him relax.

He'll lightly touch your skin to remind himself that you are there with him. He'll trace patterns on your skin rather absentmindedly, or just run his fingertips in a clawing motion. Other times he'll trace his name or a heart so you know he loves you and you are all his.

He enjoys how soft and warm your skin is, he just has to touch you as often as he can. He will lightly touch you when you're sat together, or when he holds you against him.

His touch can be possessive as well and an indication he is aroused. His grip is hard on your thigh. He'll squeeze and massage it tightly to let you know you are his, as well as to make you tingle and feel deep desire in you just like he feels. His squeezes always get higher up.

Touch doesn't always have to be by hand. He likes touching you with his leg, his knee or his arm. He has to make sure he's touching you in some way. The contact reassures him that you are right there next to him and you will never leave him.

Something you both love is when he touches you with his lips. He drags his lips along your shoulder and up your neck. He'll smile against your skin and kiss you lightly, sometimes he'll bite and lick your skin. It's not always to turn you on but is done playfully.

Lying in your arms is another way he adores touching you, or you lying in his.

Touch is so important to Levi.