Sweet Marco isn’t so sweet when he’s hitting it from the back, pressing your head in the pillow
happy international marco thirst day
cw: minors do not interact.
‘you get on all four for me baby ?’ marco whispers into your ears, always so sweet and so polite you can never say no to him. he knows how to use his words, always picking the softest of voices just for you. he has you wrap around his little finger, and oh does he know how to use this privilege.
you nod eagerly, turning around so you’re now laying on your stomach, quickly getting on your knees and hands. your obedience along with the sight has him shivering, a breathy sigh falling off his parted lips as he drinks you down, eyes wandering over your body — from your exposed neck to the curve of your ass.
but the kindness he’s so used to show soon disappears, darkened eyes and blown wide pupils, hasty fingers pumping his hardened cock with fervor. ah, here it is — the sinful thought of ruining you. it is so strong he can’t fight it, and he would never try it anyway, even if he had the choice to.
one strong hand on the small of your back, the other guiding his cock inside you, he grunts at the tightness of your insides, your soft moans echoing his. marco is done being the nice guy, and the grip he has on your hip proves his point — it’s bruising and burning, it has you hopelessly squirming away, and the harsh thrusts of his pelvis against your ass have you crying out.
‘shhh, you’ll wake everyone up,’ lies. he’s just so annoyed at your pitiful little cries that his pretty hand finds its way up to your skull, pressing against it until your face is fully hidden in the pillow, muffling the nasty sounds coming from your mouth. definitely better. so good for him, right ? even if that means being ridiculed — because if it’s from sweet marco, then, it has to be a good thing.
he’s ramming into you, his cock grazing against your velvet walls, hitting all those sweet spots of yours and having you jolting forward. it makes you scream and gasping for air, hands hopelessly fisting the sheets in a mere attempt to steady yourself. marco always makes you feel heavenly, always so good for you... well, at least, that’s what you think.
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You write the BEST Erwin nsfw! There’s literally thousands of Levi (which I get) but I can barely find an Erwin x reader that DOESNT add someone else in the mix (which tbh I also don’t mind lol)! But can’t he get more love? You make that happen and in such a dope style! You are the realest! I will literally pay you to keep writing Erwin lmao and maybe I’ll write some too!
You are always so kind. Have some Erwin smutty nonsense below the cut (my usual flavor of rough Dom Erwin smut) 🧡 yes always this man is my weakness. Especially those goddamn amazing eyebrows. He's the perfect dilf material and the things I would let this man do to me 🥵👀😳🥵 you gotta @ me if you ever do write any because be the good you wanna see in the world 👀👀👀😳
💗 Coming home from a rough day and Erwin just offers his cock for you to slide onto while you cuddle into his chest, maybe tell him everything on your mind before he helps empty your cognitive load by filling you up with his own.
💗 Feeling brattier than usual and having Erwin punish you meanly. "I don't think selfish cunts deserve to come. You wanna tease me just because you're in a mood? Then you clearly haven't been listening when I said I was going to use your body however I saw fit if you..."
💞 And so he ties you up, gags you, and fucks you teasingly slow, until he's unable to control himself any longer and just goes feral, shoving you down, mounting you, stepping on your neck just right, but you still don't get to come because he fucking meant it. Instead, you sleep restlessly, squirming, rubbing your legs together for friction in your sleep, uncomfortably wet and ready when he slips that thickness back inside at his pace. He fucks you sleepy and sensually, almost so tender you can't be mad at him, but he tests your patience because he still does not let you come. It's not until you're mewling at his hip before breakfast, almost drooling for his dick, that he manhandles you onto his face, encouraging you to hump his tongue if you're so needy. You smother him with your cunt and make him thank you for it.
💗 Erwin teasing you for being shy with your kinks as he finds out you've got a lot in common and your breadth is wide. It's like finding the perfect pie on the windowsill to devour. You make his mouth water, so he pays it forward by making you wet.
💞 "How about if I cover your ears up, blindfold you, run my mouth down your body, and listen to you beg me to tongue you here."
💞 "Or we could try this one really adventurous position where I pull your leg up here and it'll let me go really deep. Mmm-someone's excited. I feel you clenching, Angel."
💞 "What about letting a stranger use your holes? Someone I chose to fuck my babygirls' body? You're awfully wet, honey. You want me to get one of my friends to help me ruin you? We could see how many cocks you can take in each one until you feel stuffed, like a good girl."
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AOT finished works❤
Miche- | Angel
Jean- Cherry (Jean pops his girls’ cherry)
Kenny- Dance for me (You give Kenny the lap dance of his life)
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Levi absolutely adores the excitement plastered on your face when he brings you your breakfast every morning; your eyes glossy and wide as a million thank-you’s explode out of your mouth in rapid speed once he enters the room and your line of sight. He doesn’t understand why the goofy, bright smile you wear never falters over time when he’s been doing this since forever—he assumes you would’ve gotten used to it by now. A morning never goes by where he doesn’t quietly creep inside your bedroom, or your office, or the living room, or wherever you are early in the morning with your first meal of the day in hand. You always lovingly gaze up at him like he brought you the moon instead of the stack of pancakes and bowl of cut up fruit he actually has for you. It’s in moments like that—moments when you look at him like he’s the only one for you when he thinks if he could make this single act his only job, he would. Levi wishes he could get you the moon and all the stars in the sky but for now breakfast will suffice.
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he would take you out as a reward for good behavior, despite his grip on your hand Eren does seem much more trusting than usual, guard down as he looks around for a store name you mentioned wanting to go to before feeling you slip from his fingers
Honestly you probably couldn't even get a few feet away from him before getting the back of your shirt yanked back, choking you a bit in the process. He doesn't care if you were to make a excuse that you were throwing something out or a store caught your attention, now you won't get his full attention off of you anytime soon
Even if you did manage to use the people in the crowd to your advantage you should also be aware this man is very homicidal, if you keep putting people in his way between you and him they're going to start being attacked and yelled at for not moving quick enough. Dare you make enough distance he'll take the risk to transform and destroy the area around him, dig you out of the rumble afterwords cause there's no way in hell he's letting you get away
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having a cold stone man who buries his emotions and another who doesn't understand their feelings definitely isn't the perfect match but nevertheless you two manage to figure it out
Levi's something of your search engine, asking him how he would describe what certain feelings are like while trying to compare and contrast your own, though sometimes even he gets stuck on some of the words he would need to define what you try to describe to him
By the way, whether you struggle to figure out your exact emotions towards him or not don't expect him to walk away from any type of relationship with you, he has a want to be with you despite how frustrating this might be for you, Levi wants to be with you no matter if you label him as a friend or lover.
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FLOCH FORSTER ON OMEGLE:
✨ That one mf who flashes his dick
✨ I said what I said
✨ Calls the fembois the f slur
✨ I said what I said
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–– car sex with the aot guys
+ including : eren. armin. jean. connie. levi.
tags: smut duh, car sex duh 2x, getting caught, breeding kink undertones, oral sex, degradation, creampie, spitting, exhibitionism kinda, soft sex, drug use, hand job, ice cream homicide😔
word count: 1.9k (in total)
i do not recommend putting yourself / your partner(s) in most of these situations btw💀
anyways, smut starts right under the cut !
EREN ⋆ studying at a friends house is what you had told you parents. that, unsurprisingly, did not at all hold up to its truth –– it goes to show as to how your back is currently molded into the leather of the passenger seat, legs raised above your head as eren pummels your insides. he fucks the wind out of vacant lungs, fucks your cunt as if it has personally offended him. eren makes a wreck of your weeping cunt, and all in the front driveway of your own home. the cracked mewls that scratch at your sore throat are sure to be heard by unsuspecting people, yet that doesn’t make you clamp them shut. you just can’t. not when eren fucks you with haste, with purpose, and with need all the same. you can feel him deep in your tummy, hair at the base of his cock leaving gentle kisses to your sensitive and reddened clit. the feel of fat balls against your ass sets you off the edge –– and for eren, it’s the blessed sight of you from below him. fucked out, you are, head half grounded. drool leaks from the corner of those pretty lips, eyes crossed and hazy when he pumps your pretty lil’ pussy all the way full with his thickened, hot come. eren pulls out, white milk of his spilling from that tiny cunt of yours to drip down to the seat below. he doesn’t fret over it, doesn’t even blink an eye, despite it being his fathers car. eren tells you to quit your irksome babbling, to get on your knees, and to clean it the fuck up –– using nothing but your tongue, of course. try putting it to some good use, for once.
ARMIN ⋆ you know it’s wrong. you know it, but not you, nor armin can help yourselves. it was just meant to be an innocent date between the two of you –– you swear it. it started with tiny, fleeting brushes of skin. they began as accidental, began as touches that’d leave the cheeks of armin reddening in nervousness, and your neck heating up with bashfulness. there was no reason for armin’s dick to begin straining against the material of his jeans, no reason for your tight hole to clench around nothing, arousal clinging to the material of your baby pink intimates just at the mere sight of your classmate. the movie in front of you had long since rotted from your interests, drive-in cinema quiet as partnering couples continue to watch, arms draped innocently around one another, feeding each other bites of popcorn and candy bars. the noise that rises from your throat is one that slices through the relaxed space –– it’s a gurgled choke for air, from the very bottom of your throat, pushing out to sound and vibrate off your lips and squished against armin’s heavy balls. you choke on his thick cock, saliva pooling at the bottom of his front seat. armin’s own arm is reached over, stumbling fingers pumping that sweet little cunt of yours rhythmically. you dance in sync, thumb of his moving to graze the rise of your sensitive clit, scissoring that pliant hole of yours to stretch around his three fingers. eyes squeezed shut, you make a vow to yourself to swallow every last bit of come that armin stuffs down the depth of your mouth. it’s warm, welcomed, and salty when it coats the insides of your throat. that puffy cunt of yours pulses around armin’s fingers when he stumbles out apologies as to how sorry he is –– that he didn’t mean to, honestly! you’ve gotta believe him. you shut him up with a fat lick of your tongue to his balls, trailing it up up up when his fingers curl inside of your clenching pussy. the both of you jolt with a knock to the window –– you glance up, veering back just slightly at the bright light that hits your eyes strikingly, and- oh, fuck. security.
JEAN ⋆ the lowly rev of the engine continues to spur on in the spacious air of your garage. jean’s fingers dig into the skin of your thighs, no doubt leaving bruises as he does so. he sounds a stinging smack to it every now and then, feeling the ripple of a jiggle against his thighs each time. jean’s throaty groans cloud your thoughts, soft spoken whispers of encouragement and praise rifting through the air, along with the ringing sound of skin slapping against skin. “takin’ me so damn well, baby.” “thaaat’s it, that’s my good girl, hm?” jean uses his fingers on your ass to roll your hips over his cock, stuffed inside of you so deep that you can’t help but clench each time he brushes at your sweet spot, every time he rises you higher. “you really couldn’t wait ‘til we were inside, hm? is that it? ya just had to tease me?” jean nibbles at your ear, sending a trace of need down the line of your spine. you babble out responses, a mixture of stumbling words that egg him on, that agree with each one of his vulgar, sweet words, ones that still itch at you with a slightly demeaning undertone. his voice sings velvet –– smooth when he praises you. he raises your hips to kiss your cunt in the middle, and lips trail the sweaty column of your neck, sucking love bites on the junction where it meets your shoulders. jean slowly, tactfully fucks his come into you. he palms at your stomach, intrusive thoughts seeping into his brain as he does so. stuffing his face into your chest, he shakes his head. jean wants them full. he won’t waste time lying to himself –– jean... wants them full. so fucking full. all your chest, cunt, and stomach. full with reasons leading back to him. hands a vice on your hips, jean holds you down as he fucks you full. groaning, he throws his head back. stubble clear to your vision, adam’s apple bopping with each one of his strained swallows. you crumble, falling onto the warmth of his chest after having let go. you speak through laboured breaths, “the ice cream.” jean hums in question, stroking at your hair, cock still stuffed inside your sensitive pussy, “huh?” you reply, “the ice cream. it’s all melted now, jean. the ice cream, fuck-”
CONNIE ⋆ after having stumbled into the back of the limousine connie had rented out for your anniversary with tired smiles and bleary eyes, the two of you cannot take your hands off each other. your acrylics paw at his chest, nails riding the slightly sweaty skin that teases you with three buttons undone. connie’s rings are cold to the touch of your heated thigh. it sits in contrast to the hot air of the limo, hand of his rising up to trail the lace band of your panties. that short dress of yours rounds the flesh of your pert ass as you stay seated on his lap, eyes hooded and in his when you sink teeth down into your bottom lip. with every brush of his fingers to your skin, you curl your chest further into the heat of him. connie ghosts the material of your dress, just teasingly grazing the hem of it, to ultimately sink his hand underneath and hook a finger to your panties. you push him off, mind full with him only. it sings its song, all as you sink to your knees, watch the widened round of his eyes as he studies you. you move slowly, too slowly for connie. he bucks his hips up, cock out and thick in your smaller hand. he all but groans, traffic swallowing the sound of his desperate whines. a smile just teases the lips of him –– lazy, and woozy. your hand begins to pump. your hand, decorated with designer rings, thousand dollar bracelets, and all. connie thinks it could just about be the hottest fucking thing. nails of yours look too damn good around him, pumping his hot, fat cock up and down, leisurely. as if you’ve got all the time in the world. he comes before he can stop himself –– spurting out white that shoots from his red slit. before he gets the chance to curl into himself, embarrassed, you’re swiftly moving to suck his thickened arousal. stupid ass driver –– running over a bump, causing your hand to jerk to the side, streaking connie’s come over the corner of your lips, instead. sharply, he inhales. connie eyes the mixture of his arousal to your red wine lips. a deadly sight, it is. with nimble fingers, he pinches at your waist, rising you up with ease and laying you on the seat next to him. he lowers himself, eyes hooked into yours. he’ll repay you –– in any way possible, connie will replay you. he will.
LEVI ⋆ you’re not sure what to blame this on, but fuck, are you grateful. perhaps there was always a lingering tension, that had festered over time, behind the scenes. but it had snapped under pressure today –– was it because of your pencil skirt? the one that is currently bunched up at your hips? or was it when you had been leaning over levi’s desk, granting him with his tasks for the day, tits practically spilling from your blouse? it’s impossible to be sure. though here you are, now, with your assistants fat cock deep in your guts. levi fucks you so deep, and so fucking hard, it feels as if he’s replacing the line of your spine. he batters your cunt, deep in your lungs, every time he pulls out to plow back into you once more. he seems to rearrange them all in a different order, when he stuffs himself balls deep back into you again and again and again. it just lightly throws you off –– confuses you, fades into a grey area within the foggy haze that takes up your brain. levi’s touch is a great contrast to it all, gently brushing the rise of your skin, palm cupping your cheek, brushing away stray tears that’ve formed from heightened pleasure. he whispers into the air of your spacious car, words that stick to your ears, that have you clenching tighter around the dick that pummels your cunt. he counts, gives you a waring, thumb at your clit as you ripple and vibrate within the arms of levi. he shushes you with comfort through his teeth, trailing gentle kisses behind your ear, tiny nibbles left at your shoulder before you ask him –– no, tell him to let go. levi molds his thick come to stick to your pliant walls, walls that do nothing but pulse around the base of his big dick, greedily sucking out more. your pussy, a mind of its own, continues to do so. until his balls have gone dry, ‘til his chest heaves, lungs aching for any trace of air. his chest fits against your sweaty back, black tendrils of his just teasingly brushing the shell of your ear. he shifts, cock snug, homely, between the meat of your ass. the air of your car is compact, hot. you inhale “you-” exhale, “i’m getting you a raise, mr. ackerman.” levi simply chuckles, raising himself from his spot between your legs to watch as his pleasure comes spilling from your slit. he lowers himself, thumb collecting the mixture of both you, and him. levi licks his lips, cunt of yours pulsing, gaping hole leaking arousal with each clench. you still have fifteen minutes left on your lunch break –– more than enough time, he muses.
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Run Away With Me
Connie X reader
“Princess it’s like two in the morning what’s up? You needy for your boyfriend this late at night, is that what it is?” Connie’s sleep groggy voice fills the air, his smirk ever present even through the phone… that is until you don’t answer him. “Hey Y/N baby what’s wrong everything is okay right, you still there do I need to come over?” You choke back a sob as you try and answer your boyfriend, “C-Connie… please run away with me, please I can’t take it anymore.”
You hear the shuffling of Connie’s bed sheets as he sits up, “Baby what happened, c’mon princess you gotta tell me what’s wrong your scaring me here.” Taking a deep breath you utter out a scratchy, “Connie I need you to take me away from here, I need you to save me… I can’t live like this anymore.” Connie’s heart shattered he knew how much your home life affected you. Your parents far to uptight and strict to let you live like a normal person, they wanted you to be their perfect little trophy. They always acted like you guys were a perfect family but no one ever really knows what happens behind closed doors. Your parents never talked at home the both of them bringing in their various partners for the night, they avoided each other like the plague only together for the business deals. You however were slowly being pulled apart by their incessant tugging, your sanity slipping away as they drug you around for their own personal gain.
They never spent time with you or praised you for the small things that mean so much, instead they dressed you up and showed you off to the richest men in town in hopes that one might whisk you away for a pretty penny. When Connie came along your parents were furious, angry that the middle class boy somehow wiggled his way into their world hindering their plans. Time after time your parents told you to break up with him, you always saying you would, found ways to see him without your parents knowing. Connie didn’t have much just a simple studio apartment that was barely furnished and an old rusty pick up truck, but you never felt more free than when you were with him. He had a way of making you feel like you could do anything even when you had nothing.
That’s why you swear you died the night your parents caught you out with Connie. The two of you were out on a romantic little date after not being able to see each other for a few weeks, Connie insisting that you two go to the most expensive restaurant in town all on him. Of course you agreed, not a thought in your mind but your favorite boy and that sweet smile you missed so much. The night was perfect you and Connie catching up on all the things you just couldn’t talk about on the phone, an endless amount of hugs and kisses shared between the two of you. All until you hear the crashing of glass and the shrill screech of a woman you unfortunately know all to well. Mumbling a quick, “ ‘m so sorry Connie.” you let your mother drag you away your father not to far behind.
It’s been 4 months since then, 4 months since you’ve last seen Connie. The only thing keeping you together are your late night phone calls and the sweet little text he leaves you throughout the day, even then your heart is still longing for him to set you free. “Connie it’s not enough anymore, I need to be with you… I need you to take me away.” Slipping his sweats on Connie mutters, “I’m on my way princess pack your bags alright… I’ll be there soon.” Giving him a quiet, “okay” you get up more than ready to make your great escape. Grabbing the little duffel bag from the top of your closet you only grab the essentials, most of it things Connie has bought you throughout your relationship.
Your heart is pounding, the sound of your blood rushing filling your ears as you hear the tapping of little rocks against your window. Glancing out your eyes tear up as you see the face you have been missing for so long. His green eyes locking onto your Connie throws you a large smile, “God I’ve missed your pretty face baby… are you ready for this princess?” Giving him a curt nod you toss your duffel bag into the plush grass of your yard, turning around you take one last look at your personal jail cell… your body finally cooling as you say goodbye to the confines of hell.
Turning back around you step out onto your balcony the wind blowing your hair as you gaze down at your lover. Stepping over the railing you wait for his confirmation, “C’mon princess I got you, I promise.” Taking a deep breath you close your eyes feeling the cold air hit you as you fall. Not a worry in your mind as you let the air embrace you, it’s gentle hug making you feel like your flying. Your heart soaring as you finally meet the arms of your longtime lover, the two of you instantly meeting in a passionate kiss. “God I fucking missed you Y/N… so so much.” Pressing another kiss to your lips his arms tighten around you, a soft giggle escaping you. “I’m not going anywhere Con I’m here baby, im all yours now.” Grabbing his hand and your duffel bag off the grass you make your way to his rusty little truck, the one you missed so much.
Tossing your bag in the back, you quickly make your way to the passenger side door. The familiar squeaking a welcoming sound as you sit on the worn down seat, eyes soft as you gaze at the man starting the engine. “Y/N are you sure you wanna do this? Princess I don’t want you to do anything your gonna regret.” Grabbing his hand gently you rub soothing little circles on it, “Connie I have never wanted anything more… your it for me. You make me so unbelievably happy, Connie you love me for me… you understand who I truly am and never once have you made me feel like I wasn’t enough.” Leaning over the console Connie kisses you yet again, his calloused thumb rubbing against the smooth skin of your cheek.
“Look baby I don’t have a lot to give to you, I can’t buy you a big house or a fancy car… I can’t get you a beautiful diamond ring like you deserve. All I can do is love you wholeheartedly, I’ll try my absolute hardest to make you smile or to hear that laugh I absolutely adore… princess I’ll work day and night to ensure that we can live comfortably. Just you and me forever.” “Thats all I need Con, forget the house or the car… fuck the diamond ring, I only need you everything else always falls into place when I have you.” Giving you the same bright smile you fell in love with he utters a, “Well let’s get the hell outta here okay baby? We can go wherever you want… I don’t care how far it is, I’m already home as long as I got you.” Hand in hand your drive off into the darkness, bright smiles lighting the way as the sounds of your hearts beating pave the roads.
“As long as we are together, nothing can stop us ever. Two birds finally free from their cages, a fresh new start… a brand new life. I can’t wait to live it with you.”
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thinking about slipping your hand into levi’s pants while you’re both at a meeting HOLY DAMN
shitttt now you got me thinking about it too, ooof 🥵
Levi’s usually nonchalant expression would shift to one of disbelief the second your hand came into contact with the his upper thigh. He’d warn you silently, cursing you with his gaze as your fingers danced higher up his pants. Levi can’t react too much as he sits opposite Hange and Erwin, the two of them unaware of your advances below the desk.
His steely orbs stay fixated on them but he watches you from the corner of his eye, masking his growing arousal with a threatening glance and a slight shake of his head. The Captain didn’t like to be disobeyed, but the change in his breathing and flushed cheeks suggested that the last thing that Levi wanted was for you to stop.
You can’t resist, he always looks so handsome in that black suit, the white shirt always so crisp and spotless. Levi stifles a quiet grunt when you come into contact with his bulge, tracing the obvious outline and smirking. He looks down at your small hand and furrows his brows, sighing a little as the dark strands of his hair wisp against his forehead. Flitting his attention to Erwin and Hange, he’d try it to shift your hand when he felt himself hardening.
You push him off and let your hand wander to the hem of his trousers, calmly trying to get the belt buckle undone. You took in the soft material of his shirt as it touched your hand, Levi’s breathing becoming quicker as your hands fumble to undo his pants.
After a few moments they’re open and you wander the confines of his trousers, getting to brush against the hardening softness of him before grasping him in your palm. Levi lurches forward a little and closes his eyes briefly, composing himself as an intense pleasure dominates his being.
His breathing catches as the underside of your fingernail gently grazes the throbbing vein on him. The look of him so exposed, you didn’t get to see this side often, especially not in a crowd, and it makes you shift in your own seat, your body burning to be touched.
Sinking into his chair, he’d be trying to look calm as your soft hand closed around his dick again. His eyes flutter, inhaling sharply as your talented hand twists around the head and teased over his slit, bringing down the leak of precum down his shaft.
“Everything okay, Levi?” Erwin pauses his speaking when he notices Levi’s discomfort, a brow raised in concern and eyes glazed with worry.
Levi’s eyes widened when he spoke, feeling flustered and on edge as he parts his lips to reply, “I’m fine Erwin. Please continue.” The ‘please’ comes out a little breathy and Erwin narrows his gaze momentarily before continuing.
If Levi is a flame, then you’re air, a breezy hand kindling brilliant blaze, nourishing him with every pet, fuelling him with each stroke. Touch ignite sparks, fuse lit with his grip. He is a firecracker, your roman candle, nerves snapping and popping like a bonfire. Levi is putty in your hands as you slide along the length, a tantalising caress.
Levi wants to be loud —grunt, hum, moan— but settles for biting his tongue. He traps the noise, almost chokes on a groan at your soft touch. Bringing the cup of tea to his lips, he takes a desperate sip washing down the sound. It’s warmth lines his throat whilst your heat swathes his dick, leaving the man grasping at the small, porcelain mug between his fingers.
Levi wishes he could vocalise, lean into your ear and tell him how good you’re making him feel. He longs to nuzzle his head into your neck, nipping you with his teeth and moaning against your skin. But most of all he wishes could touch you, slip a hand down your pants and feel how wet your little performance has gotten you. Oh, when the meeting is over and finished, he’s going to drag you to his quarters and remind you of who’s in charge.
The coil inside him grows tighter and threatens to unravel, sending waves of pleasure through his entire body as he turns his face to yours. He can’t bare to look away from you any longer, chasing his release desperately and feeling his dick twitch when you smirk innocently.
Levi freezes the second the noise leaves his lips, averting his gaze from yours and to the two others staring at him from the other side of the table. Erwin looks confused, brows knitted together in the centre as he eyes the two of you suspiciously. Hange however, can’t hold back the stupendous cackle that leaves her lips, tears brimming her eyes; of course completely aware of just what was going on under the desk. Levi’s cheeks are scorching, expression a mix of shame and fury as he fastens his trousers and gets up from his seat, storming out of the room.
You just sit there for a moment, awkwardly glancing at your superiors and wishing that the floor would just swallow you up. It’s then that Levi bursts back in, grumbling to himself and ignoring the others as he grabs your wrist and quite literally drags you out of the room.
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The Universe Had His Back
Chapter 1 - His Sun & Moon
Summary: Just Levi being a doting dad and taking a walk down the memory lane :)
Warnings: Fem! Reader, Angst, Fluff, Modern AU
Word Count: little baby chapter with only 1.65k words
Inspiration: For you Now – SUHO & Younha
Thank you @sooibian for just being you! My real life BFF inspired this short story series that is also my first ever fan fic! I love you and I can't wait to see yoooou. Also, any EXO lovers reading this, give my bb a follow!
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A pair of silver eyes fluttered open, taking in everything that was around them. Dainty rays of sunlight falling on the plants potted along the window sill, dimly illuminating the room, a cool breeze leisurely blowing through sheer curtains. The eyes moved to the clock. It was 5:15 am. The only sounds around him were the ticks of the clock and the deep breaths of the person fast asleep by his side with an arm on his chest, palm pressed to his heart, face buried in the crook of his neck, and one leg wrapped around his own. Levi turned his head towards the peachy fragrance that filled his senses. ‘Feels like home’, he thought. As he took in the aroma, you slowly raised your head. “Hmm... Good morning, sunshine.”, he breathed with a smile and laid a kiss on your forehead. Your eyes opened slowly to look into his sterling ones. They were full of melancholy. “I miss you” you whispered with a frown. Levi looked at you with knitted brows, confused. “Why did you let me go?”, you sobbed. Tears were now streaming down your face. “Why didn’t you stop me?”, your voice rose. You moved away from him and off the bed. As you walked towards the door, you were crying hysterically. He tried to call out to you, but he couldn't find his voice. He reached out for you, but you were too far. He tried running to you to stop you from leaving, but his legs had no strength. He was glued to the bed. You walked away, devastated, never looking back.
Levi woke up with a start, breathless, heart racing, beads of sweat on his forehead. He looked around. It was still dark outside; the plants on the window sill, long dead. His eyes moved to the clock; it was 2:00 am. He turned to his side, the spot on his bed once occupied by his wife lay vacant. He ran his hand on the empty sheets, recovering from having felt you so close to him. He pulled your pillow close to his chest, embracing it tight and nudged his nose into it, taking in a deep breath. The pillow that once smelled like peaches because of your shampoo, now smelled like nothing, since you hadn’t slept on it in months.
It had been two months since your divorce, and over eight months since you had lived in the home you shared with him. He sat up and his gaze fell on the picture on his night stand. The frame dented; glass cracked after it was hurled across the room once in a fit of his rage on the night you left. It was a picture of you both on your wedding day, looking lovingly into each other's eyes, excited about the eternity you were about to spend together. He picked it up and found himself smiling at it while lightly running his fingers where you stood in the frame.
Sighing, he placed it back on the nightstand and picked himself off the bed. He silently walked out of his room and opened the door to the next one a few feet down the hall. A small night lamp that looked like the moon sat glowing on a table in the corner. He heard the most adorable snores coming from the tiny human sleeping on the bed nearby. He made his way towards her with nimble steps and sat on the armchair by her bed. He watched her little chest rising and falling, slow and steady, in deep sleep. Face mirroring the glow of the lamp; one of her chubby cheeks squished onto the pillow, mouth slightly ajar, two of her little milk teeth peeking out; how was he blessed with something so perfect?
She looked like a pint-sized version of you while sleeping. Messy hair falling all over your face, mouth agape, soft snores. You found it embarrassing when you woke up many times to Levi watching you with a smile on his face. But he wouldn’t have had it any other way. Actually, your daughter was your mini-me in every sense. She had your face, your hair, your smile, your mannerisms; the only genes she inherited from Levi were his eyes.
A few strands of her wavy hair were being blown around by her breaths, her nose crinkling in her sleep because it tickled. He gently tucked them behind her ear. Immediately, her grey eyes flickered open, a worried look on her face. “Oi! Go back to sleep, brat!”, he whispered. “Did you have a nightmare, Papa?”, she asked, rubbing her hands over her eyes and yawning.
“Come sleep in my bed, Papa. I’ll protect you from nightmares”, she said, making space for him beside her. He chuckled, and did as she asked.
“And how will you be doing so?”
She pointed up towards the window. His eyes followed her chubby finger’s direction to see an intricate dream-catcher hanging off the frame. “Mama made this dream catcher and gave it to me before she left. She said it would protect me from bad dreams by catching them, and only let the good ones in for me to see. I’m sure she put in a little magic for you too... I miss her.”
‘I miss her too’, he thought to himself as he planted a kiss on the little one's head. All tucked in with both of Levi’s arms wrapped around her little body, she was back asleep within minutes.
He closed his eyes, falling asleep rather quickly in the proximity of his little dumpling. A flood of memories rushed into his mind. It almost felt like he was reliving the first time you met him on opening day of his café. Levi had partnered with your patisserie to supply all the desserts and treats to go with his tea. You had walked in carrying boxes so big, that Levi couldn’t see you behind them, stumbling around the café and looking for a spot to keep them. He had helped you settle them on a nearby table, and was flabbergasted when he finally saw you emerge from behind. Wavy hair flowing down your shoulders, a scowl on your face along with a gorgeous glow because of the sweat you broke while carrying the weight - He was so mesmerized that he failed to register what you were going on and on about. Maybe something about the traffic and the heat he guessed.
Maybe you did put in a little magic in the dream catcher for him.
Then his subconscious mind wandered to your first date. After weeks of hounding Levi to ask you out, Hange, one of his best friends and colleagues, gave up hope on him and slipped you a note asking you to dinner on his behalf. He looked mortified and was ready to tackle them to the floor. You blushed upon reading it and asked Hange if they would be accompanying him for the date to do the talking for him. How hard he had rolled his eyes while you two giggled away. All that while he mentally thanked his beloved four-eyes for meddling.
He relived the first time you held hands, your first kiss on the quiet balcony of his then-apartment while it snowed, the day he proposed to you. You weren’t expecting a formal proposal at all, knowing Levi. Yet he had managed to make it so special. He then dreamed about your wedding day, and how absolutely divine you looked; The day you found out you were going to be parents; The day your daughter was born. Levi had decided to name her Luna, saying that you were his sunshine, and the little bundle of love, his moon.
That was when things started going downhill. You both had very different outlooks towards how you wanted to raise your child. Levi had a rough childhood. He lost his mother at a young age, never knew his father and was raised by a detached uncle. He had to face a lot of hardships very early on in life, so that his siblings could have a bright future. He was fiercely protective of Luna, terrified that life may play a similar sick joke with her. You, on the other hand, had lived a relatively normal life. Your parents had supported you to be independent and resolute from a young age and you wanted the very same for your daughter. It ticked you off when Levi coddled Luna, and he detested you being stern with her.
What started off as minor disagreements turned into arguments, arguments escalated to fights. The fights got so intense that you both failed to realize when you drifted far apart from each other. About a week after Luna’s third birthday, You and Levi had a particularly bad altercation that resulted in you to walking out of your home in the middle of the night. You left Luna with him saying you wanted to keep things stable for her. Somewhere in your heart, you knew that Levi needed her more than you did. Both of you cried yourselves to sleep that night, and for many nights after.
You mutually tried to work things out over the next few weeks, but you were both headstrong about what you wanted for your child. Levi began to observe how Luna was seeing her parents quarrel every other day. He could see how it was affecting her. She was having nightmares on a regular basis; her usual bubbly self was getting lost among the harsh words exchanged between her parents. With no end to your differences in sight, Levi made a decision to put a stop to this misery,
You were still optimistic that things would fall back in place, until one morning, a few months after you walked out of your home, you were blindsided by what arrived in the mail. Levi had sent you divorce papers.
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Levi: Okay who broke it?
Historia: ...I did it. I broke it.
Levi: No. No you didn't. Eren?
Eren: Don't look at me, look at Jean.
Jean: What?! I didn't break it.
Eren: Huh, that's funny how did you even know it was broken?
Jean: Because it's in front of us. And it's broken.
Jean: No! It's not.
Connie: If it matters, probably not, but Mikasa was the last one to use it.
Mikasa: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!
Connie: Then what were you doing by the kettle earlier?
Mikasa: I was using the spoon to push back my cuticles, everyone knows that, Connie.
Historia: Okay, okay, let's not fight. I broke it. I'll pay for it, Captain.
Levi: No, who broke it?
Armin: Captain... Sasha's been really quiet.
Sasha: Oh really!?
Armin: Yeah, really!!
[Everyone starts arguing]
Levi: I broke it. It brunt my hand so I punched it. I predict in ten minutes everyone will be at each other's throat in war paint and a pig head on a stick.
Levi: [smiles] Good it was starting to get a little chummy around here.
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Fairytale AU: Armin is a sorcerer who’s tasked with saving the world and Jean is a swordsmans who becomes his bodyguard because people want him dead. They don’t get along at first, but after going on adventures, they realize how much they need each other.
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for the ask game #8 🥺 I hope you’re doing well today 🥰
OMG not you asking me a question babes I literally love your writing! My day has been pretty amazing I hope yours has been even better! 🥺🤍✨
As for my favorite genre that’s a hard one… since I only write for AOT I love to write anything fluffy. I feel like my boys deserve a happy ending even if it’s one I make up, however I do write other types of stories as well. Also I love dad stories lol they are all over my page 😂
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Heyyy ! I hope you are having a good day ^^ Can you answer the question number 25 ? 💕
Omg hi bby Angel!!! I’m doing so great I hope your day is just as wonderful if not better! Of course you can ask a question (I lowkey forgot I posted that lol)
“I’m not good at showing my emotions, I’m blunt and often times rude, but you and your mother will never have to doubt how much I love you.” Pressing a gentle kiss to the back of her hand, “I’ll tell you everyday what you mean to me, I’ll let you know how grateful I am that I was blessed with you. I might not know everything but for you I’ll learn it, Rose if you want the moon I’ll buy it… for you nothing is out of reach.”
The story is “Little Sunshine” in case you were curious 🤍✨
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bro...connie please just reject me so i could move on..godddd
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PSA: You're hot
Making a guy flustered because of how good you look is actually the best feeling in the world. I go on a power trip and stay on it for at least a week when it happens. That said, you would definitely fluster your favorite anime character. I just know this, take my word for it, from one pretty thing to another. His eyes would be nervously darting everywhere in the space above your head when you finally approach him. He clings to his cool aura with all his might but it evaporates leaving him with no shield against your enchantment. His anxiousness is visible in the way his shoulders are now slightly raised and his jaw seems to tighten more with every choppy sentence that spills from his mouth without any filter. His eyes widen as he listens to himself morph into the biggest dork, unable to stop his own fate. You just watch it unfold, enjoying every mispronounced word and stutter, not giving him an out as your eyes cooly regard him. With great mercy, you bid him a good day, his goodbye dies in his throat as you flash him a smile. It will take the poor man a few hours to recover from the death of his dignity. Once he's brave enough to replay the encounter in his head he cringes into oblivion. The journey to his ego's recovery begins with him reenacting smooth versions of the encounter fiasco and ends with vivid daydreams of him getting to fuck you over any flat surface he can think of.
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thinking about the weekend mornings when Levi finally gives in to your request for him to stay in bed with you just a little bit longer.
It's a cold morning but Levi's arms around you help you warm up just right. Planting kisses along his jaw as a sign of thanks, you whisper a quiet "i love you" before turning around to try and get some more sleep. You feel Levi place soft kisses on your shoulder, trailing up the side of your neck, his fingers gently playing with yours.
Thinking about his kisses turn to teasing bites, leaving marks down the slide of your throat while his fingers trail down your front until they reach the waistband of your underwear.
His slender fingers rubbing precise circles around your clothed clit, occasionally tracing up your wet slit teasingly before inserting one finger into your hole. Your whines and moans silenced by his other hand as he stuffs is fingers into your mouth. "such a whiny slut. and so early in the morning too." his voice by your ear still raspy and a little gravelly from sleep. One finger joins the other inside you, pumping in and out of you, occasionally curling inside your walls to hit that spot that makes moan louder with every touch. The way his thumb rubs rough circles around your clit, the way his fingers hit your sweet spot while moving in and out of your cunt sends white hot sparks up your legs and all throughout your lower half until he feels your cunt clamp down around him . Levi pulls his fingers away from your throbbing walls, now covered in your slick. He replaces the fingers around your mouth with his fingers covered in your juices and orders you to suck.
you feel him grind his hard on into your ass, and you smile when you hear him groan when you grind back
the smile is wiped from your face when he wraps his hand around your throat and squeezes it lightly.
"if you stop acting like such a needy whore, then maybe we can still have breakfast. but if you want to spend all morning acting like a damn brat, then I'll treat you like one. got it?"
"is that a promise or a threat?"
safe to say your wish to stay in bed longer was granted
reblog if you want levi's fingers down your throat <3 minors dni
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in case youre wondering this is the song to which i consume grossly depressing eruri content while sobbing and throwing up
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