#shingenki no kyojin

[mllechartreux]

Catches you Reading Smut

Summary: Reading the nasty around them.

Content: Suggestive themes, very meta. Eren, Armin, Mikasa, Levi.

W/C: 1.5k

A/N: This was fun and cute to make, please enjoy!

Masterlist

Eren

Eren was sitting on the floor playing video games, his head resting between your legs on the couch. He had been playing Halo for the past hour while you scrolled through various social media sites before settling on reading fanfiction. Now while you weren’t specifically looking for smut, it was always a welcome bonus. In this one, the main character went home with the tattooist, and to top it all off, the tattooist was the tsundere type. Can you hear her purring? You squeezed your lips together to keep from squealing and smiling too hard, no other story could have scratched this itch better. You were scanning the screen, so engrossed in the hot, rough foreplay the characters were having you didn’t notice your thighs rubbing together. Well, it was assumed they were rubbing together. 

“The hell, Y/N?” he was in the middle of a campaign and couldn’t look at you, but it didn’t matter, you barely acknowledged him.

“Right babe,” completely unaware your thighs were rubbing against his cheeks while your core sat like a furnace on the back of his neck. Your characters were finally getting to the pentrative sex part when you started reading the lines on your hands. This would’ve been cool if you knew palmistry, and if you weren’t reading dirty, filthy smut just a second ago. Your entire body except your head froze as you looked up to see Eren had paused the game and was reading the fanfiction under his breath. 

“So what I’m getting from this is you’re so horny you have to read porn now too,”

“First of all, why are you snatching phones?” hoping your deflection would take, he chuckled darkly, it definitely didn’t take. 

“No, no, no baby that's not what we’re talking about,” green eyes hungry with lust as they stared at your poorly concealed nervousness, “matter of fact, you got more of these?” he asked, waving your phone in the air. 

“Yes,” you drawled, your breath getting shorter. 

“Well, since you treated my head like a watermelon why don’t you read more of these to me, it’s the least you can do for giving me a headache.” You couldn’t decide whether to groan at how dramatic he was or agree obediently with where this was headed. 

Mikasa

The two of you decided to do a cross country train ride. It was two weeks long, there were multiple stops and for some you even stayed in the city for a day, hotel included. The scenery was beautiful, the ambience calming, and the two of you were in bliss to be in each others’ company for such an extended amount of time. Currently, both of you were in the train sitting next to each other, and while she was occupied with painting Youtube videos, you were finishing a slow burn fanfic you’ve been savoring for the past 3 days. 26 chapters of ‘enemies to lovers’ goodness, filled with comedy, humiliation, and the teeniest bit of angst, and of course you can’t end an ‘enemies to lovers’ fic without smut. Your headphones were in, playing a playlist you had created the day you started reading this fic. So, the background music coupled with the heavily descriptive, sultry sex scene immersed you into its world, placing you as the main character. Next to you, your girlfriend was humming appreciatively at the different techniques and especially the cartoon inspired paintings. In one video, someone had drawn an impressively vivid portrait of the Steven Universe cast. Her mouth formed an ‘O’ as she watched the time-lapsed video, sweetly inspired to produce something similar.

“Love, do you think I could make this,” voice sweet and hopeful, yet still projecting down into her lap where she watched her phone. You didn’t hear her with your mind in the gutter and the bass booming in your ears from the slow, sensual song. When you didn’t answer she glanced over, noticing your eyes were slightly widened and the hand not on your phone was lifted to your face with your pinky nail in your mouth. Seeing you so concentrated piqued her curiosity, leaning into your side, her eyes drifted down to read what had you in such a daze. Your side warmed up and the hairs on the back of your neck tingled causing you to dart your eyes up to her face, looking like a deer in headlights. She continued to read for a moment before meeting your gaze and bringing a hand to your cheek, “I wish you would’ve told me earlier, we should share recs.” 

Your face softened and a glint in your eye accompanied the sly smile peaking through.  

Armin 

You joined Armin in his dorm room claiming his presence would help you focus better on ‘studying’. He was sitting at his desk, turned away from you, looking down at his laptop. He was always so studious and attentive, sometimes too much, but he did hold you accountable when you really wanted to get something done. However, you were really there to focus on writing a smutty fic for a new character you were obsessed with. You probably should’ve been working on homework but you gotta get it while the inspiration is flowing and the motivation is motivating. It was a childhood friends to lovers fic with A/B/O dynamics. You didn’t write A/B/O often but when your breeding kink got the better of you, it was the only thing you could write. You were already 4k words in when it was supposed to be only 2k but you were flowing. You even caught yourself laughing at some parts, “Ooo now that’s good.”

“What’s good babe?” he asked absentmindedly.

“Just how easy it is to work with you around,” smiling at him, it wasn’t really a lie. 

Armin had picked up on every time you made a comment, or flinched so hard you made a noise, or even the few times you squeaked. At first he didn’t put much thought into it, but he got suspicious when he figured you couldn’t be reacting this way towards a class you would've never given attention to if you weren’t here. He took a few peeks over at you lying on your stomach on his bed, finding it cute when your legs wiggled in the air. He didn’t really have a plan to find out what you were doing but it all worked out for him when you excused yourself to go to the bathroom. When you came back and saw him sitting on the bed with one hand on your laptop and the other resting on his bulge, you stilled. Without looking up, “I didn’t know you were so filthy starfish.”

Wrapping your arms around yourself you replied, “It tends to come out when I’m feeling… needy, do you like it?” 

“I think you’re a genius, when you finish with it I’ll help you take care of your needs.”

Levi 

Levi had noticed for the past couple of days you weren’t getting as much sleep, and he didn’t know why. You were starting to move slower, your dark circles and eyebags could be seen from a mile away and worst of all you were making simple mistakes. It was after 9pm when Levi found you in the kitchen, sweeping with a mop. He was too stunned to say anything at first but quickly snatched the mop from your hands and replaced it with a broom, furrowing his eyebrows, “There can’t possibly be a sane reason for sweeping with a mop.”

You smiled at him sheepishly, eyes droopy, mouth opening to answer before closing and going back to sweeping.

“Y/N.”

“You said there wasn’t a sane reason,” you replied, still sweeping, unbeknownst to yourself you had been sweeping the same spot for the past 3 minutes. 

He snatched the broom from you, “Go get some sleep, you’re looking and acting shitty.”

You looked at him softly, giving him a peck on the cheek, “Eye eye captain,” making your way to your shared bedroom. 

These past couple of nights you couldn’t bring yourself to fall asleep until after 3am, you were currently engrossed in a story about a bodyguard pining after their charge. At first the bodyguard hated their charge but feelings started to develop between the two until they could no longer contain their love, and lust, for each other. It was delicious, and it was so hard to put down at night so of course you woke up tired and slightly delirious. You would read during the day but you had so many responsibilities so you took to reading during the night, on the plus side Levi didn’t go to bed until 4am so you weren’t bothering him with your reading. 

You sunk down beneath the covers and opened your phone ready to get a few more chapters in. An hour later, Levi walked into the bedroom expecting to see you sleeping or to help you if you were still awake. Thankfully you were asleep, laying on your side with your phone open and in your hand. He went to plug your phone into the charger when he caught a phrase on the screen, ‘tight hole’. He finished the chapter all while standing beside the bed before turning off your phone and plugging it up. He wondered how you would react if he recited such things to you, definitely determined to find out.

#shingenki no kyojin #attack on titan #snk #aot #Mikasa Ackerman #eren jaeger #armin arlet #Levi Ackerman #aot x black reader #Mikasa Ackerman x black reader #eren jaeger x black reader #Armin alert x black reader #levi ackerman x black reader #snk x black reader #aot x reader #snk x reader #x reader #x you #x y/n #headcannon #imagine #fic #drabbles #oneshot #fluff #smut #crack

[fireandblood-xxii]

AOT Characters as Tweets pt. 2

Reiner:

Erwin:

Hitch:

Porco:

Zeke:

#attack on titan #aot #aot headcanons #aot fluff #incorrect attack on titan quotes #aot imagines #zeke jeager #reiner braun #hitch dreyse #erwin smith #porco galliard #snk #shingenki no kyojin #levi ackerman #armin arlert #mikasa ackerman #conny springer #eren jaeger #hange zoe #sasha braus #eren yaegar #jean kirschtein

[impulsivecompliment]

Okay. I have a terrible idea, and I'll understand, if you don't like it, but I want to try. But first of all.

Your writing is just simply amazing. So beautiful, so delicious. Just perfect. I love it. Thank you for that.

And so, the idea: the commander asked you to help him with the documents. You're doing a good job of filling out the paperwork, besides, you're a pleasant company. You've been doing paperwork in his office for hours. When did it get dark outside the window? What time is it? 2:37 a.m., well, just wonderful. The commander suggests a break. He offers to make you both coffee. You're already getting up to go to the dining room, but he stops you. Let him make you both coffee. He should thank you somehow for your help. You always do so much for the corps. You are a very diligent and sympathetic young woman, Y/n, he must admit, that he is so proud, that you are his soldier. Erwin comes back with two cups of coffee, this one for you and this one for him. Your coffee tastes very strange. But you decide not to tell your boss about it, he's just tired, and could have messed up something. You're drinking your coffee, doing another stack of papers. Yandere commander Erwin Smith, pretending to work hard, is waiting for the aphrodisiac in your coffee to start effect.

First of all I wanted to apologise that it took me so long. The circumstances never work in my favour. Second, I wanted to thank you for your compliment on my writing, I really appreciate it. The way you phrased your request makes me wonder if you're a writer yourself. Anyways I hope this story is to your liking.

Aphrodisiac.

Summary: After hours of paperwork your commander suggests a break to drink some coffee. As it turns out there's a substance much stronger than caffeine in your hot drink.

Warnings: smut (mdni), dubcon, yandere!erwin, fem!reader, toxic behaviour, possessiveness, petting (female receiving), overstimulation, rough sex, authority kink, edging, oral sex (male and female receiving)

Looking for mistakes, you skimmed the paragraphs on the document in front of you. The dim light of the oil lamp on the commanders desk illuminated the royal blue ink of the letters.

After lunch the commander asked you kindly to assist him with the paperwork and you didn't refuse, not being able to reject him, even if you wanted to. Erwin Smith had an unexplainable effect on you. Solely his presence send shivers down your spine, his fierce gaze weakened your legs – and yet you couldn't resist the mysterious sparkle in his clear blue eyes.

In deep thought about him instead of the papers, you sighed, putting a sheet on the completed stack. Secretly, you stole a glance at Erwin, admiring his wellshaped features. Some strands of golden hair lingered on his forehead, his long lashes didn't let the weak light pass and his strong hand hold the pen firmly.

What a lovely sight.

Just when you wanted to return your attention to the files, your gaze locked with Erwins. Your cheeks heated up, when you realized that he caught you staring.

“Is there a problem?”, he asked, seeming oblivious of your observations.

“No, sir.”, you replied, averting your gaze, “I just spaced out for a moment. That was unprofessional, I'm sorry.”

Erwin chuckled slightly, causing you to look up surprised. The image of the strict commander slowly faded away and was replaced by a different man. Even though he had finished way more papers than you, he seemed relaxed.

“You shouldn't apologise, (Y/N),” he scolded you, smiling amused, “If you're tired we can take a short break and drink some coffee.”

You remained silent. Was your sleepiness that obvious? Why wasn't there a clock in his office? You shook your head in hope to get rid of these annoying questions.

“I'll make us some coffee, sir.”, you announced, getting up from your chair.

Suddenly Erwin grabbed your hand, stopping you in your movements. His fingers grasped your wrist uncomfortably tight. You looked at him, questioning his actions.

“(Y/N), please, let me take care of it.”, he pleaded, even though his words sounded more like a command, “You already do so much for the corps. I am proud that such an intelligent, young and beautiful woman is one of my soldiers.”

Confused by his compliment, you cleared your throat.

“I think everyone is doing its best, sir. I am nobody exceptional.”, you contended, trying your best to hide your prominent blush.

Finally he stood up, letting go of your wrist.

“As a commander I have a good sense for rare qualities.”, Erwin stated, staring right into your soul, “Believe me when I say, that you're one of a kind...”

You slightly opened your mouth to oppose his statement but no words left your lips.

“Let me take care of it.”, he requested, waiting for your final answer until you nodded.

After he left the room you continued to work on the previous paper to not waste any time but it didn't take long for him to return with a small tray in his hands. The two cups steamed, filling the air with a comforting scent. Carefully, Erwin placed one cup right in front of you.

“Thank you so much.”, you beamed, taking in the pleasant aroma.

“I should be the one thanking you.“, the commander said, sitting down in his chair.

He took a sip of his coffee, savouring the bitterness of the drink. After you added two cubes of sugar and mixed them with your spoon, you took a sip too.

When you felt a strange taste on your tongue, you furrowed your brows. Your coffee never tasted so weird before. Maybe he didn't know how to make proper coffee or perhaps he messed up because of exhaustion, even though Erwin seemed as someone who got every task perfectly done at first try. In addition to that, he seemed to enjoy his drink, not noticing the same weirdness as you.

Surely you were overinterpreting things. After all you were just tired and only the coffee could fix that. So you added more sugar into your cup and drank the brew without complaining.

The two of you stayed silent, while you enjoyed your hot drinks but neither of you seemed to mind. Soon an uncomfortable heat crept over you and took possession of your body – your breaths became short and sweat glued your uniform to your skin. Hoping that this uneasy feeling would pass by itself, you focused on work but nothing improved.

Gasping for air, you dropped the pen in your hand.

“(Y/N), are you alright?”, Erwin asked concerned.

His piercing blue eyes demanded an answer.

“I- I feel hot, sir.”, you stuttered, pulling at your collar to breathe more easily again.

The embarassement you felt, worsened your situation. The commander shouldn't see a professional soldier panting and struggling. Desperately, you tried to escape your jacket but your arms got tangled in the sleeves.

“Wait, let me help you.”, Erwin declared, getting up from his chair and walking behind you, while you still struggled with the jacket.

“No, I can handle-”

“It was a command, not a suggestion.”, he interrupted you, his voice sounding harsh.

Your heartbeat fastened, sensing the approaching closure. Then his hands wandered to your wirsts, entangling the sleeves and pulling your jacket to the side. By doing so, he accidentally brushed over your sensitive breasts, making you moan.

Instantly he froze in his movements. When you realized what sound just emerged from your mouth, you just wanted to dissappear.

“That was an interesting sound.”, he smirked, resting his hands on your shoulders.

“I am so sorry, sir, I feel very weird, I think I should go now.”, you apologized, raising up from your chair but he pushed you right back.

“I didn't give you permission to leave.”

His usual calm, deep voice sounded aggressive. Everything made sense now: the late night paperwork, the weird taste of your coffee and his persistence to make it for you. Once again he proved that he was a calculating devil. Even so, the one to blame was you. Above all, you always knew about his unpredictable nature – but there was something exciting about that danger what made it even more desirable.

He was a sinner but so were you.

His right hand that rested on your shoulder just seconds ago, wrapped around your throat, his thumb pressing at your airway. You were short of breath before already, but now your eyes flickered with black dots. Craning your neck, you looked up, catching his cold, obsessive eyes. Erwin stared at you, building up the heavy tension – and if it weren't for his grip around your neck, you would've screamed.

Just as you were about to lose the last drop of sanity, he crashed his lips into yours. Mercilessly, Erwin shoved his tongue into your mouth, tasting all the possible angles. Your breath fastened, his grip tightened, the heat increased.

Meanwhile his other hand found a way to your aching middle. Contrary to your expectations, his fingers brushed over your clit and entrance almost ghostly. Because of that, you pressed your thighs together, trapping his hands and rubbing against them to get friction.

“Needy, are we?”, he teased, breaking the kiss.

His blue eyes were lit on fire, ready to burn a hole into you.

“Your fault, sir.”, you muttered angrily, “So take responsibility.”

Finally he let go of your throat, tracing your facial features instead.

“Didn't know that your mouth could form such words.”, Erwin mused, following the outline of your upper lip with his index finger, “You shouldn't talk to your superior like that, (Y/N).”

This warning spread like electricity in your veins, making you shiver. Silly girl, you forgot who you were talking to – Erwin Smith, the devil, holding your fate in his hands. Just one command from him could ruin your life.

“Maybe I should teach you a lesson?”

It wasn't a question, it was an order. There was no way out of it. Tears dropped down your cheeks, gathering on your chin line. At first he seemed concerned about it but his worry was soon replaced with a complacent smirk.

“Save your tears for later, dear.”, Erwin demanded, walking around and pulling you up from the chair by the collar.

Overwhelmed by his sudden motion, you stumbled, crashing into his body. While processing what just happened, you clung to his white dress shirt. Because of the closeness of your bodies, you could feel his hard member poking you. Arousal and anxiety mingled inside of you, the hammering of your heart now more than evident.

Despite your inability to look him in the eye, Erwin pushed you down to your knees until your mouth was on the same level with his crotch. The buldge in his pants made you swallow, stirring the lust.

“Actually, you don't deserve what I'm going to give you...”, he remarked, unbuckling his belt, “...but be a good girl, please me and I'll forgive you.”

When his enormous lenght sprung free, all you could do was stare. It seemed impossible to fit it in your mouth. Nevertheless the heat between your legs was eager to please him. Slowly, you grabbed his cock, while you left soft kisses all over his length. When you kissed his tip, the precum spilling out from it, coated your lips white, leaving a salty taste.

Not knowing if it was because of the aphrodisiac in your blood or your natural lust, your body started aching for more. Greedily, you took as much as you could in, while you massaged the remaining part of his member. His girthy flesh left no space for air but you didn't mind, for this was much better than a drag of fresh air. Your tongue teased him skillfully, worshipping his slight curve. Even though you enjoyed sucking his length, you didn't dare to look up, knowing that you would stop in the tracks, when your gazes connected.

In fact Erwin was observing you meticulously. He was mesmerised by the way your cheeks fluttered around his hard member and how dedicated you bobbed your head. His intuition didn't betray him after all, you were truly one of a kind, with an unique set of skills that only he knew about.

The commander smirked full of satisfaction, leading his hand to your (h/c) hair. His fingers combed your (h/l) strands, this sudden gentleness making you shiver.

“Look at me, love.”, Erwin ordered, caressing your head but you didn't listen.

Instead you fastened your pace to push him over the limits. Suddenly he pulled your hair, making your eyes teary.

“Don't make me repeat myself.”, he growled and you obeyed instantly.

When your eyes locked, you drowned in the depth of his blue orbs. They were unreadable, full of contradicting emotions and strictness – those were the eyes you fell for. Although he didn't deserve your love, you couldn't help yourself.

“Why did you stop?”, he asked arching an eyebrow.

Now, you realised your suspected paralysis.

“Diligent soldiers always finish their work.”

With that he started to push your head up and down, shoving his cock deep down your throat till your nose hit his base. While he abused your poor mouth, you kept staring at him, sinking further into the abyss hidden behind his eyes. Only the hot, thick trace of his cum running down your throat brought you back to your senses. Without wasting another second you swallowed his whole load, your burning cheeks clamping around his member once again that rested on your tongue.

“You tried so hard, you were so good.”, Erwin praised you, stroking your cheeks with his knuckles, while you panted heavily, “Time to reward my favourite soldier.”

In Erwins case actions always followed after his words. Effortlessly, he picked you up, carried you carefully to his bed and placed you like a rare jewel on top of it. Because of his tenderness you almost forgot how he used you moments ago.

“Now, your reward.”, the commander announced slightly smirking, before he pecked your lips.

Erwin opened the buttons of your blouse, exposing your bra-covered breasts, without pulling it completely off your body. Humming, he left a trail of kisses on your belly before he reached your fully wet panties.

“Shall I take them off?”, he asked you as if your answer wasn't obvious.

“Yes, sir. Please do that, sir.”, you answered in a begging manner, lifting your hips up, so he could slip of the fabric more easily.

The commander didn't hesitate uncovering your most intimate area. Why should he when you paved the way for him?

When he licked up your slit, you moaned out in ecstasy, finally experiencing the tingling your core was asking for. You arched your back, giving him access to your most sensitive part that he teased just perfectly. It was strange: Erwin knew exactly what dots to press and what spots to lick, as if he had studied your body before. He hold your waist strongly, keeping you in place when the pleasure got too great. Somehow the commander sensed when you were about to reach your high, but he edged you on mercilessly without granting you the orgasm.

“My-my re-reward, sir.”, you whimpered between dramatic gasps, “I want it, please, I want it so bad. I'll do whatever you want, I promise.”

A deep chuckle escaped his chest, vibrating on your sensitive folds.

“I take you by your word then, (Y/N).”, Erwin said, his nose nudging your clit.

And then he started.

It was an incredible sensation. Every nerve of yours tingled, building up the sweet tension in your abdomen. His tongue melted with your hot middle, drinking every drop of your arousal. Driven by his own pleasure, Erwin groaned into your skin. You just ruined all his fantasies because the reality surpassed all his dirty thoughts about you. Therefore it wasn't surprising that his obsession with you rose as well.

A deafening moan erupted from your lips, when you surpassed your limit. While you trashed in place, trying to grab the sheets, Erwin savoured your oozing aroma. A lifetime wasn't enough for him to taste you.

“Thank you.”, you breathed, blinking with heavy eyelids.

“So well mannered, always saying thank you and please.”, he approved, sliding two of his fingers in, even though you still wanted to rest after your intense orgasm.

He curled his fingers, dragging them along the soft inside of your walls. When he found your sweet spot, your legs trembled.

“Here we go.”, the commander mused, satisfied that he found your weakness.

His digits played with your insides ruthlessly, scissoring, curling, pumping, until your next orgasm caught you. This time he did the exact opposite. Instead of edging you on, Erwin lured one orgasm after another from you. After a while you lost count how many times you already felt this extreme pleasure. There was and will be no man, who will torture you that sweetly. No one can do it better than the devil himself, the creator of temptation.

To your luck Erwin stopped after a couple more orgasms, because his throbbing cock wanted to feel the warmth of your walls. He hovered over you, aligning himself with your core and watching your nearly unconscious figure. It was a pleasure for his eyes. In an abrupt motion he entered you, filling you out. Thousands of gasps rolled over lips, echoing in the spacious room. His member was too much to handle, it was too big and thick. You felt his pulsating tip deep in your tummy.

“You were made for me.”, Erwin stated, unclapsing your bra and thrusting in and out of you.

There was no way this man had enough patience to let you adjust to his length. Selfish as he was, the commander took full control of your body. The deep thrusts brought you closer to your climax, while your walls hold on to his member like for dear life. Erwin tickeld the palm your hand with his index finger, before he intertwined his fingers with yours. Your bodies were melting together, you could feel his sweaty skin, his breaths and the way your breasts rubbed against his muscles. For a moment he slowed down his movements, causing you to believe that you two were making love.

But that moment passed quickly.

Soon Erwin grabbed the headboard of his bed, fastening his pounding.

“Touch your breasts.”, the commander requested, putting a hand on your hip.

With great effort you moved your hands to your breasts and started toying with them, pinching your nipples and massaging them. The knot in your belly was growing way to quickly to your liking but you did as you were told, increasing the heat in your body.

And then you came, screaming.

This orgasm was so extreme that your whole body began to tremble and you briefly lost your eye sight.

“Sir...”, you mumbled, stretching out your arms faintly towards his back, but before you could reach him, they fell back on the sheets, overwhelmed by your next high.

“ Sir what?”

With all your strength you tried to keep the whimpers in you.

“Please slow down...”, you begged, looking at him with teary eyes.

“No.”, he bluntly cut you off, increasing his speed.

In sync with his wild thrusts, he pushed your hips towards him. The hot sensation he created in you made your eyes roll back. Your mouth was wide open and a subtle trace of saliva flowed over the corner of your mouth. Your head was empty, only the picture of Erwin’s heavenly sight remained in your mind...

...before everything turned dark.

The next day you woke up in a tight embrace, naked under white blankets with your commander. When you stirred, you felt the horrible aching caused by his rough treatment last night. You flinched, when you felt a sticky substance leaking out of your hole. It took you a couple of minutes before you were brave enough to look up. His intoxicating eyes were already staring at you. How was it possible to hate and love a man at the same time?

“I will never forgive you that you drugged me last night.”, you broke the silence, your voice dry and broken.

“I don't need your forgiveness, (Y/N). I just need you.”, Erwin countered, kissing your forehead.

#erwin smith smut #commander erwin #erwin #erwin smith #erwin smith x reader #erwin smith x you #erwin smut #erwin x y/n #erwin x you #attack on titan #aot smut #aot #shingenki no kyojin #shingeki no kyoujin smut #erwin x reader #daddy erwin #erwin x oc

[lunalivvy]

the armification of will byers

#the way they change their haircut in the same seasons too #also the fact that they are both constantly third wheeling their best friends who are in love 😭💀 #stranger things #attack on titan #stranger things season 4 #attack on titan season 4 #will byers #armin arlert #shingenki no kyojin #snk #aot

[zamtheartist]

Aot as Odd Future

#attack on titan #aot #shingenki no kyojin #aot snk #Eren and friends #eren yeager #mikasa ackerman #levi ackerman #armin arlert #marco bodt #jean kirstein #porco galliard #connie springer #reiner braun #floch forster #bertholdt hoover

[fandom-boss-of-avocados]

Masterlist and Intro

I go by Jay, I will write for animes, books and shows I know. Feel free to request just about anything and I typically will have your request done in 1-2 weeks the latest. There are sensitive topics I will not do. But, other than that feel free to let your asks run wild. After all this is Tumblr and as they say or used to say “Go Nuts, Show Nuts, Whatever”

CHARACTERS I WILL WRITE FOR 

BLACK CLOVER: Luck Voltia , Yami Sukehiro , Fuegoleon Vermillion, Leopold Vermillion, Nozel Silva, Asta Staria, Yuno Grinberryall, Klaus Lunette, Finral Roulacase, Nacht, Mimosa, Rill, William Vangeance, Charlotte, and Mereoleona

I will do NSFW and Smut if you request for most of these characters but if they are under 18, it will need to be aged up or time skipped. 

BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA: Aizawa, Izuku, Todoroki, Bakugou (more like Bakuhoe), Denki Kaminari, Kirishima, Iida, Uraraka, Momo and Tamaki

I will NOT be doing NSFW or Smut if they are a minor without a time skip until after Graduating from U.A. I will do SFW headcanons and fluff all day. Limes are will be by the level of that request.

FAIRY TAIL: Natsu, Lucy, Cobra, Grey, Laxus, Erza, Juvia, Mavis, and Zeref

Same goes for this one as the rest, underaged means it must be time skipped or SFW. 

ATTACK ON TITAN: Eren, Armin, Mikasa, Jean, Sasha, Reiner, Historia, Porco, and maybe Zeke

Same goes for this one as the rest, you should know the drill if you’ve read this far

JUJUTSU KAISEN: Yuji, Megumi, Toge, Maki, Nobara, Yuta, Gojo, Nanami, Toji, and maybe Geto

As I said before, same for this one as the rest.

DEMON SLAYER: Giyuu, Tengen, Tanjiro maybe,  Shinobu, and Mitsuri

Sorry to disappoint those who may want NSFW but pls either stick to headcanons for this one or only request SFW. I wIll NOT write Smut for this fandom. 

TOKYO GHOUL: Arima, Kaneki, Touka, Hideyoshi, Nishiki, Amon, Akira, and Ayato

These characters are all of age, so really for this fandom, whatever y’all want. 

LEGEND OF KORRA: Mako, Bolin, Korra, Asami, and Kuvira

For the most part, I prefer to stay out of this fandom but I will write for it. 

FANDOMS THAT WILL COME SOONER OR LATER: Tokyo Revengers, Akame Ga Kill, Seven Deadly Sins, Spy x Family, and more

NOTE: I will do AU’s, just let me know and I’ll see if I can do them. I will also do requests that are listed if you ask me through DM/PM (Direct/Private Message) rather than the ask box. Anyway, feel free to message me or submit something to the askbox.

#fanfiction #requests #fandoms #character x reader #character x character #fanfics #love #books #characters #tokyo revengers #black clover #aot #attack on titan #shingenki no kyojin #demon slayer #giyuu #demon slayer shinobu #shinobu kochō #legend of korra #tokyo ghoul #bnha #boku no hero ac #mha #my hero academia #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo #nanami #fairy tail #asta

[xhanisai]

Levi

Heh~

#my asks #levi ackerman #attack on titan #shingenki no kyojin

[spooky-donut-ghost-house]

Realized I treat HH and HB the same way I treat MLB MHA and AOT

I like the characters and the concept but the creators are terrible people and they suck ass at writing so I end up rewriting it and making it my own thing

#anti hazbin hotel #anti helluva boss #anti my hero academia #anti boku no hero academia #anti attack on titan #anti shingenki no kyojin #anti miraculous ladybug #anti vivziepop #anti thomas astruc #anti kohei horikoshi #anti hajime isayama #anti shigeki no kyojin #hazbin hotel rewrite #helluva boss rewrite #miraculous ladybug rewrite #miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir rewrite #anti miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir #my hero academia rewrite #boku no hero academia rewrite

[ivoryforest]

i bought a new lip balm... so my lips taste really good. but i'm also watching shingenki no kyojin atm.

and i'm starting to fear these situations combined are gonna have repercussions.

#may i bite off a chunk of lips as a treat? #anyway

[mllechartreux]

What Did He Say??

Summary: Levi talks you through your orgasm.

Content: MDNI!smut, established relationship, canon au, praise, vaginal, creampie

W/C: 1120

Masterlist

Your arms wove behind his neck and your hands massaged the prickly hairs of his undercut. From beneath you on the couch, Levi’s hands squeezed your hips, trailed up your sides and squeezed your breasts, cupping them from underneath with his thumb. You admired the light blush that dusted his cheeks, his steely eyes that sparkled and the way they managed to catch your every movement. He was observing every moan, sigh and twitch from you as you ground onto his cock with your bare, slick pussy. 

He grabbed your hips with one hand and cupped your face with his other before thrusting up onto your clit causing you to bite your lip and moan into your mouth. He quickly brought your mouth to his and kissed you passionately, biting on your lip and winding your tongues together. It wasn’t until you were both out of breath and drool was dribbling down your chin that you finally pulled away for air. 

“If you wanna moan into a mouth it better be mine, otherwise I wanna hear you,” Levi said, still cupping your face and rubbing his thumb across your cheek. 

All you could do was look at him with half lidded eyes beamining with desire and nod. To make it clear that you were going to follow what he said, you inched the hand that was on your face closer to your mouth, reaching out with your tongue to grab his thumb and suck it in. You hallowed out your cheeks and flattened your tongue to the underside of his thumb and began sucking on his thumb while holding his gaze. He couldn’t contain the sighs that left his mouth while watching you suck his thumb. The sight caused him to thrust harder against your clit. You let out a few moans that vibrated against his thumb. Before he could cum right there, he took his thumb out of your mouth and placed both hands on your hips, lifting you up. 

He stared into your eyes lovingly as you positioned his cock beneath your entrance, coating your hand in your own slick. You lowered yourself down at an agonizing pace, feeling the tip of his length pierce through you and stretch you even more the further his cock slid inside of you. Both of you gasped, unable to feel anything other than the immense pleasure of being connected. Once your ass hit his thighs, his hands held your hips still so he could relish in your warm, wet, pulsing heat. 

“Fuck Y/N,” 

“Let me move Levi, please,” your head leaned down to start sucking on the most sensitive part of his neck right below his ear. He groaned right into your ear and loosened his hold on your hips. With your hands around his shoulders, you lifted yourself up until it was only the tip inside of you, before sinking back down. You continued doing this at a slow pace, moaning and whining into his ear. Every so often Levi would grunt beneath you. 

He brought his hand up behind your back to grasp the back of your neck, holding you against him and thrusting his hips up to meet yours, quickening the pace. You moaned loudly as you felt him hit your sweet spot on every thrust causing pleasure to knot in your pelvis and your walls to clench around him. You scratched his back trying to ground yourself from feeling him inside you and hearing your juices slap against his thighs every time he drove his cock back inside you.

It started to get hard for him to pull out because every time he went inside, your pussy held him, milked him, almost begged him to stay inside.  It made his mind go blank, the only thing keeping him sane was the sounds of your moans getting louder, signaling you were close to your peak. 

“Please, please Levi,” You begged, knowing he knew what you wanted.

He held you tighter to him and thrust faster while reaching his hand in between the two of you to rub your clit, “Of course sweet girl,” 

“You feel so good and wet, squeezing me, making me feel so full of you, go ahead and cum for me, pretty girl.” You twitched against him, “Do you know how good it’d feel for me, feeling your cum stick to my cock, please Y/N”

At that, you came so hard you lost your hearing and feeling in your body, only vaguely aware of your heat spasming around his length and the screams you let out against his shoulder. He slowed his thrusts to let you calm down and cupped your face, tilting your head back to look you in your eyes. 

“Where are you sweet girl?” 

“I’m- mmhm”

“Come back to me, I can’t understand you.” He wiped away the tears that you didn't even know had fallen. 

“I- I’m here,” focusing back on what was going on, and that he had stopped moving inside you to give his full attention. You brought your hands to cup his face and stared into his eyes with complete admiration and trust. Feeling conscious enough, you lifted yourself up from his hips and slammed back down, causing you to whine loudly from the overstimulation. You set a steady rhythm even though your mind was still partially blank, only focused on sending him over the edge. 

He groaned as he felt more of your cum pool around the base of his cock each time he hit the deepest part of you. It drove him crazy to see you look so fucked out, yet still set on giving him your best. To want to give him love, even when you could barely think, damn he loved you so much. He felt his cock twitch inside of you and couldn’t hold his eyes open any longer, groaning louder and tilting his head back before bringing both hands to grip your hips hard. 

You left love bites on his exposed neck while grinding down harder on him. You knew he was close so you pulled out every card, “Fuck, Levi, you stretch me out so well,” you grabbed onto his hair to keep his head pulled back, “Don’t you want to fill me with your cum, it’d look so good leaking-,”

“Fuck Y/N, ah-,” He groaned while stuttering his hips, releasing his hot cum into you and using his hands to still your hips. You continued to lap at his neck until he brought his head up to look at you, his face completely flushed.

He chuckled, “I see why you like when I talk to you when you’re close.” You laughed too at this.

#shingenki no kyojin #attack on titan #snk #aot #levi ackerman #levi ackerman x black reader #aot x black reader #snk x black reader #levi ackerman x reader #snk x reader #aot x reader #x you #x y/n #fluff #smut #oneshot #fic #headcanon #imagine #drabbles

[fireandblood-xxii]

AOT Characters as Tweets

Armin:

Mikasa:

Connie:

Sasha:

Levi:

#attack on titan #aot #aot headcanons #aot fluff #levi ackerman #incorrect attack on titan quotes #armin arlert #mikasa ackerman #aot imagines #conny springer #sasha braus #snk #shingenki no kyojin

[impulsivecompliment]

Judge.

Summary: The talented detective Erwin Smith is working on a hard to solve case. Little does he know that the solution is right in front of him. (~5.000 words)

Warnings: angst, mentions of rape, murder, assault, death, crime scene, blood, guns, knives, Hange is female, fem!reader, criminal reader

The changing brightness of the red-blue lights disturbed the peacefulness of the night, which is why some sleepless citizens looked out of their apartment windows. The view from the window revealed the crime scene below, which was framed by a yellow plastic tape to keep passersby away. While forensic scientists examined the body of the young man, who had bled to death a few hours ago, a tall, blond detective leaned against the police car and smoked.

The nicotine burned through his lungs and his ligaments to his tendons until he felt nothing at the sight of the dead man. Neither pity, regret, nor disgust. The only thing he could think about was how to catch the killer.

Erwin Smith was an excellent detective who had solved countless cases. Because of his hard work, he often had to spend his nights analyzing case files at his already overloaded desk until he could find a logical connection. Of course, his superiors took advantage of this, which is why he was assigned only to difficult cases. Instead of complaining, Erwin enjoyed the challenge.

“Oh, I hate it to be called to a crime scene in the middle of the night.“, Hange complained, yawning as she walked up to him, stretching out her arms.

Erwin took one last drag of his cigarette before he threw it on the wet asphalt floor.

“Most murders are committed at night, so it’s inevitable.“, he replied dryly.

“I know, I know... But can't the criminals think of us poor cops at least once? I’m barely getting any sleep.”

With raised eyebrows, he looked at the tired woman.

“If you slept at night instead of reading your fantasy novels about titans, you wouldn’t have that problem.“, Erwin said, unimpressed.

“I got it, Mr. I-blame-others-although-I'm-not-better-and-work.”

Instead of reacting to her snappy comment, he turned his gaze to the dead man. Since it had rained before, his blood mixed with the clear rainwater, making his blood pool appear almost transparent.

“Do you have a theory why that man was killed?“, Hange asked intently.

“The judge murdered him.“ Erwin replied succinctly, “Therefore the motive was retaliation.”

Dumbfounded, the brunette opened her mouth.

“And how exactly did you find that out?”

In a flowing motion of his hand, he opened the back door of the police car to hand over the file stored in the back seat.

“The victim’s name is Samuel Moran. Two months ago, he tried to rape a woman but she fought back. To calm her down, he rammed a knife into her thigh. However, he hit the artery, causing the woman to bleed to death in no time. Normally, he should have been convicted, but if you’re the mayor’s son, different rules apply, I guess.”

Hange grasped her chin with her forefinger and thumb.

“I see. In order to correct this injustice, the Judge murdered Samuel Moran the same way the victim killed the woman before – with a fatal stab in the artery.”

“That’s right.”

She then laughed happily.

“I like the judge. To be honest, I don’t want to catch him.”

Hange's opinion was shared by most of the city’s detectives – even Erwin Smith, who dealt with the judge’s case, sympathized with the criminal. In his eyes, the judge was nothing more than a dogged idealist, who tried by all means to ensure justice.

“Since you are already several steps ahead of us all, we can all go to sleep now, can’t we?“ Hange asked, expectantly gazing into his blue eyes, looking forward to continuing the night with her novels.

“Yes, that’s all for today. But in the morning, I’ll meet you all at the headquarters on time.“ Erwin replied sternly.

“Yes, yes, don’t worry, I’ll be there.“, she assured him, running to her own car, which was parked away from the crime scene.

Knowing that she would be half an hour late tomorrow, he uttered a quiet sigh. That woman was incorrigible.

Just as he was about to make his way home, he discovered the crime scene cleaner Levi carrying the young man’s body away in a black plastic bag. Sometimes Erwin wondered if Levi’s face was so empty because of his inhuman working hours or if it was really his everyday expression.

“Tell me you’re after the killer, I don’t feel like picking up more bodies in the middle of the night.“ the small man grumbled, pushing the body bag on a stretcher into the van.

“We’ll see.“ Erwin merely replied, whereupon Levi stepped closer to him.

He quietly took a pack of cigarettes out of the pocket of his jacket. Without saying a word, Levi offered him a cigarette, which Erwin gratefully accepted.

“Oh, what kind of answer is that.“ Levi complained lighting his cigarette. “If you don’t know anything, just say it.”

After Erwin also lit his cigarette, he took a deep drag.

“You are more ruthless than my superiors.“ he smiled, looking at the floor.

“I just want you to do your job properly so I don’t have to see your exhausted face anymore.”

Faintly smiling, Erwin breathed out the smoke in his lungs. Immediately the cold air cooled the hot smoke into a cloud.

“I’m glad to see you, too.”

Levi just rolled his emotionless eyes. After they had silently finished smoking their cigarettes, they made their way home.

Although one might have thought that Erwin would follow the hallway to his large bedroom upon entering his spacious apartment, his legs eventually brought him to his study. Quietly, he dropped himself on the comfortable office chair and switched on the desk lamp, whose light seemed warmer than the free bed side next to him.

He wasn't a man who chased after relationships, even though he was already in his thirties. Nevertheless, on nights like these, he wondered if it meant freedom or loneliness to go into his apartment without having someone waiting for him – not even a pet.

But his thoughts faded when his eyes made contact with the papers on his desk.

The judge.

This famous pseudonym has been giving him a headache for months. It was the only case that brought him to the brink of despair – even though the judge’s procedure was quite simple.

Each time before executing a guilty perpetrator, a relative or friend of the victim received a call from the judge, asking him about the circumstances of the death. Then the judge announced his verdict and asked if the relative agreed. Only when he had consented the Judge killed the unpunished perpetrator in the same way he had killed the victim. To date, none of the relatives have rejected the judge’s verdict. Any attempt to decipher the computer voice calling or to find its location failed.

All roads seemed to lead Erwin to a dead end, as there was no direct connection between the victim and the perpetrator in this case. The judge only killed to ensure justice, so he didn’t know his victims. In addition, he worked precisely, and there were no traces of him. No fingerprints, weapons or saliva could be recovered. The only thing the investigators had was a (h/c) strand of hair that could belong to anyone.

♡︎♡︎♡︎

When Erwin Smith walked through the door of the police station the next morning, his neck hurt terribly. At last, he spent the night at his desk until his eyes closed out of tiredness and his head ended up on the hard wood. Due to his obvious lack of sleep, he overslept his alarm clock, so he frantically packed his things in the morning. He couldn’t allow himself to be late, because he scolded Hange yesterday.

For this reason, he stormed down the corridor of the headquarters. Just as he was about to turn the corner, a woman rushed out of a room with whom he inevitably collided.

The young cleaning lady tripped over her bucket due to the force and fell to the ground. Her (e/c) eyes automatically looked for answers in his astonished face, still realizing what had just happened.

“Excuse me.“ Erwin muttered, helping the woman to get up immediately, “Are you hurt?”

Her delicate fingers clung tighter to his calloused hand.

“No, it’s all right.“ she replied with a smile.

This simple smile caught Erwin’s attention. Never before had he seen so much honesty in a single smile. He couldn’t help but stare, especially when he felt her fingers, cold from cleaning, on his hand.

“I’m glad to hear that. Excuse me again, next time I’ll be more careful.“ Erwin said again, collected.

Smiling further, she let her hand slide back.

“As I said, everything’s fine.“ she repeated.

After a stern nod, Erwin continued on his way to his office, while his colleagues were already waiting for his instructions. The young cleaning lady looked at him with admiration, but he didn’t turn around.

It would be a lie if she said that this man didn’t leave a lasting impression. He was well dressed in black suit pants, a brown belt to match the shoes, and a blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, granting a perfect glance at his trained forearm muscles. His face had sharp contours and his deep blue eyes reflected pure determination – ready to chain every criminal.

Although Erwin disappeared from her sight a while ago, the cleaning lady stared for a long time. Only the mixed smell of smoke and mild aftershave assured her that this mysterious man hadn't been a daydream.

While she was still lost in her thoughts about him, Erwin Smith was already standing in front of the board where the judge’s various crimes hung, but as expected, there was no connection between them except for the motive.

At that moment, he realized that getting ahead of the judge was the only way to catch him. The only difficulty was to guess who would be his next victim.

“Good morning my homies are you all awake? Did you all sleep well? Well, then everything's great!“, Hange sang happily walking into the room, but her enthusiasm died at the sight of the dark faces of her colleagues.

“Why do you all look so grumpy?“, she asked, lifting her eyebrows, “Get a cup of coffee or eat a cookie. The world is beautiful.”

Erwin approached her with folded arms.

“Just a word with you.” he remarked irritably, dragging her towards the exit by the upper arm.

“What’s going on?“ Hange asked in the hallway, because he was never angried by her being late.

“I have a plan to catch the judge.“ Erwin explained seriously, whereupon she blinked with her brown eyes.

“I listen.”

Carefully, he leaned closer to her.

“Not here.“, he whispered.

The two went out of the police station seeming like they wanted to smoke a cigarette outside. After Erwin was sure that no other ears would listen to his words, he described his planned course of action.

“Our only chance to catch the judge is to beat him. In the past few weeks, there have been only two people who could end up as victims of the judge, since they both got away. Here are their files.”

Immediately, he handed her the documents of one of the possible victims.

“We will shadow them until the judge attacks. So we can catch him in action.”

Hange stared thoughtfully at the photo of the possible target.

“And why are you explaining this to me, you don’t think...”

Before she could make her guess, Erwin nodded decisively.

“The Moran case was covered up to keep the mayor’s reputation from crumbling. So no one knows that Samuel Moran killed that woman. Which means the judge doesn’t pick his victims with the help of the news, but with our database. I had our security system thoroughly checked for hacker attacks, but everything was clean, so the judge has internal access to our data.”

Shocked, Hange held her hand in front of her mouth.

“So the judge is one of us?“, she choked in perplexity.

“Yes, but I think there are several – at least two. The murders are too structured and meticulously organized to be the work of an individual.”

Overwhelmed by the new flood of information, Hange sighed, leaning against the concrete wall of the police station.

“My goodness... are you saying that the headquarters are covered with bugging devices?”

On alert, Erwin gazed at his surroundings.

“Probably, but don’t even look for them. We can’t let the judge find out we’re one step ahead of him. Otherwise we can pack our things right now, do you understand?”

She nodded vigorously.

“That’s why we’re going in as if this conversation never happened.“ Erwin demanded with cold shimmering eyes, “We were out here because I scolded you for your miserable work ethic, is that clear?”

Hange swallowed.

“Of course, sir.”

♡︎♡︎♡︎

Late in the evening, the corridors of the police station were empty. Only the white light of the lamps illuminated the blue linoleum floor, which had just been washed by the young cleaning lady. Exhausted from the hard work, she headed for the next office.

When she opened the door, she discovered the handsome man from this morning. His head was now buried in documents, while his soft breathing filled the room. Because of this sight, she couldn't suppress a giggle, which immediately woke Erwin from his sleep.

With dim eyes he looked at the angel standing in the door frame.

Was that a dream?

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you from your sleep.“ she smiled kindly at him.

Instantly he sorted himself again.

“Everything’s fine. I’ve got a lot of work ahead of me, so I’m grateful you woke me.”

The cleaning lady effortlessly closed the door.

“Then I’m not the only one who has to work at this hour.“ she said, stepping closer to his desk, “But maybe we should take a break.”

She immediately pulled out a thermos and two sandwiches from the bag that hung at her cleaning cart.

“This is fine black tea and sandwiches made with frustration. Don’t miss this.“ she announced with a smile.

There it was again – that heartwarming smile that hypnotized Erwin until he forgot that he actually wanted to refuse.

“I’d love to.”

In order to not get crumbs on the documents on his desk, the two sat down on the leather couch next to the door. The young woman poured the tea into two paper cups and unpacked the sandwiches from the plastic foil.

“Here.“ she said, handing him the sandwich.

“Thank you very much.“ Erwin thanked her, “What’s your name?”

Before the cleaning lady answered, she took a sip of the tea.

“(Y/N) and you’re welcome.”

A small smile escaped his lips.

“Nice to meet you, (Y/N). I’m Erwin, by the way.”

“It's nice to meet you too, Erwin.”

The rest of their small dinner they spent talking about everything. There was an incredible harmony between the two. They seemed like two lost souls who had finally found each other. If someone accidentally would run into the room at that moment, he would have labeled them as old friends, if not even as a couple, even though they were strangers just yesterday.

When they finally emptied the thermos and ate the sandwiches, Erwin got up from the couch. His stabbing headache didn’t give him the chance to focus. Sighing, he strolled to his desk drawer.

“What are you looking for?“, (Y/N) asked innocently.

“I'm looking for my painkillers. My head is exploding.“ he replied, rummaging through the drawer.

“It is more effective to massage the temples.“ she said resolutely.

“I don’t think a simple massage will help here.“ Erwin countered, continuing to look for the pills.

When he thought he finally found them, the palette was empty.

“Are you sure you don’t want a massage?“, (Y/N) asked, raising an eyebrow.

For a few moments he looked at her quietly until he finally sat back on the couch.

“Show me how skilled you are.“ Erwin requested with a smile.

Immediately her fingers slipped to his temples. With constant circular movements (Y/N) massaged these sensitive points. After only a few moves, Erwin closed his eyes. Contrary to his expectation, relaxation spread in his overworked head. Not a single thought bothered him anymore. Over the time, his head became heavier and heavier until it suddenly landed on (Y/N)'s lap.

Surprised, she paused in the massage while her cheeks slightly reddened, but instead of complaining, she enjoyed the extra warmth on her thighs, which is why she continued.

♡︎♡︎♡︎

Erwin spent the next few weeks shadowing one of the judge’s possible targets while Hanji looked after the other one. In order to keep the whole operation in secret, the two always invented the right excuses. None of their colleagues or superiors knew about it.

Although this wait was exhausting, Erwin was motivated by the idea of spending his evening with (Y/N). Already after the first evening together, he knew that it won't be a one-time meeting. He had fallen too hard in love with her smile and her other remarkable qualities.

After catching the judge, Erwin wanted to ask (Y/N) out on a date.

Focused, he followed by car the possible target, who just turned into a side street. To create some distance, he parked his car at the side of the road and followed the fading silhouette until suddenly another figure stepped out of the cover of darkness.

“This is the judge speaking.“, the computer voice introduced itself as it grabbed the man by the upper arm and twisted it so far that he couldn't fight back because of the pain.

“A few weeks ago, you, Evan Downs, stabbed a homeless man for fun without being held accountable by the law for your actions. Therefore, I hereby sentence you to death by stabbing vital organs.”

Without hesitation, the judge took out a knife and tried to ram it in the side of his body.

“Put the blade down or I’ll shoot!”

The blonde investigator’s intimidating voice caused the judge to freeze. Without resisting, he dropped the knife in his hand and freed his victim from his grip.

With haste, Erwin destroyed the distance between the two so that he could handcuff the suspect. He then pulled the hood down, which revealed a familiar pair of (e/c) eyes.

“(Y/N)...”

He uttered this name in incomprehension. He couldn’t believe that this was the person he’d been chasing for the past few months. It was the same one who massaged his temples after a long day’s work, provided him with good food, listened to his problems and smiled indescribably.

“Erwin!“ (Y/N) sobbed pleading, but he continued to stare speechlessly into her face.

Oh, how he wished he was wrong.

When the realization finally conquered his consciousness, his last inhibition broke.

“I can explain everything...”, she whimpered, eyes glistening.

“Of course you will have to explain everything.“ he hissed at her, dragging her to his car, “at the interrogation table.”

After he had sat her to the back seat, he immediately started the engine and rushed back to the police station. On his way there, he dialed Hange's number.

“Erwin? What’s up?“ her voice echoed.

“I got the judge. Come to the police station right now.”

“Oh my God, seriously? I’m on my way.”

Erwin hung up and drove to the station at an incredible speed. Once there, he took (Y/N) to the next interrogation room.

For the first time in his life, he felt that his emotions were not completely under control, so he let Hange lead the interrogation. In the meantime, he watched them through the large mirror.

It couldn’t been worse. The girl he had honest feelings for turned out to be the most notorious criminal in town.

“(Y/N) (L/N). You are suspected to have committed murder in eleven cases with the pretext of vigilantism.“, Hange explained, leaning comfortably back in her chair, “You have the right to consult a lawyer and to refuse your testimony. Anything you say can and will be used against you in court.”

With an emotionless facial expression (Y/N) looked at the brunette sitting opposite from her.

“Would you like to comment on the allegations?“, Hange asked expectantly.

Silently, the young woman turned her gaze to the supposed mirror. Although she couldn’t see the detective behind it, she knew he was standing there.

“I’m sorry I let you down.”

Despite her falling tears, her voice remained calm.

“I’m sorry I don’t meet your expectations.“ she continued quietly crying, “But I couldn’t watch the injustice without acting. Not anymore.”

These words eased Erwin’s anger. They reminded him that the judge was not an unscrupulous murderer, but a child of despair – created by the corrupt state that didn't care.

That was the only thing (Y/N) had said that night, which is why Hange ended the interrogation prematurely. She sat for a long time over a cup of coffee with Erwin at his office table. The two talked about (Y/N), how his path was entangled with hers and how defenseless she seemed, but most of the time they kept their thoughts to themselves.

After several conversations, Hange left the tall man alone. His tired eyes observed the locked door until the couch caught their attention. Involuntarily he remembered the evenings he had spent with (Y/N). The evenings turned into nights, so he often fell asleep in her arms.

Her comforting warmth couldn't be replaced by his cigarettes or the cozy light of his desk lamp. Only she was able to touch his heart in this way.

When the realization hit him, he rushed like a madman to the cell where she was being held, but when he stopped in front of the iron bars, he couldn't find her anywhere.

She had escaped.

Tense, he clenched his teeth. He should have known, he should have known that her accomplice wouldn’t leave her alone – and apparently, he was the one who had access to the security system.

Immediately, he constructed a mental map in his mind which he used to go systematically through all the suspects. After only a few minutes, he had identified the suspect.

Levi Ackerman.

An inconspicuous man who merely cleaned up the crime scene – or rather successfully destroyed evidence. He had access to the database, close contact with investigators, and an illegible facial expression.

Without hesitation, he dialed Levi’s number.

“Where is (Y/N)?“, Erwin asked, right after the black haired man picked up the phone.

“Who the hell is (Y/N)? And why are you calling me at night?“, Levi complained, audibly annoyed.

“Stop playing innocent, Levi. The game’s over.“, Erwin replied dryly.

“I don’t know what you fucking mean.”

“Levi.“ Erwins sharp voice interrupted him, leaving the smaller male speechless.

Thereupon, Levi said nothing more. But instead of hanging up, he kept quiet.

“I want to talk to her.“, Erwin demanded, quieting down.

He was silent.

“Please.”

After a crack, Levi began to speak again.

“Is she really not in the cell?“, Levi asked anxiously.

“No, she’s not here.”

“Then that ugly shit has her!“, he cursed furiously, “Fucking hell!”

An oppressive feeling crept into the lonely heart of the detective.

“Who?”

“Bill Moran, that asshole!“, Levi cried desperately into the phone, “He’s going to fucking execute her!”

Immediately Erwin’s breath got stuck in his throat.

“Do you know where he took her?“ he asked, struggling for air.

“No, but I have a guess.”

After Levi had spit out the possible whereabouts of the two, Erwin rushed to the parking garage with a loaded gun. Since Levi was far away from the said building, he wouldn't arrive until later as backup.

The pointless game against time had begun, which he wasn't allowed to lose. Erwin was known for challenging and wining against fate with his daring plans and assumptions.

But when he heard a shot as he sprinted up the stairs to the roof with burning lungs, he knew that he lost this time.

Hoping that his ears betrayed him, he ran upwards with his gun ready to fire. In the background he could hear the fading sound of a helicopter.

His worst nightmare became a reality when he discovered (Y/N)'s huddled body next to the roof edge.

Instantly, he sank to her onto the floor. Her eyes, darkened by pain, brightened up as soon as she recognized him.

“Erwin...”, she greeted him with a smile, as she always did.

“I’m here, (Y/N). I’m here.“, he assured her, tenderly stroking her head.

His eyes searched restlessly for injuries until he saw the gunshot wounds on her stomach. He uttered a hateful curse, knowing that these injuries meant a painful death – and no one could help her anymore. It was only a matter of time before life would completely vanish from her body.

“I’m sorry, Erwin.“, she breathed in torment.

“No, darling, you have nothing to be sorry about. I’m not judging you.“, he answered, hardly holding back tears.

“Since when did I become your darling?“, she laughed in great pain.

The sweat pearls on her forehead showed how hard it was for her to speak.

“I don’t know. But when this is over, I’ll take you out and make it official, what do you think?“, he asked, tensely smiling, whereupon (Y/N) nodded happily.

He felt the heat slowly disappearing from her body.

“But please don’t smoke at our date, otherwise it will be unpleasant to kiss you.“ she pleaded, cupping his cheek weakly.

How strange those words sounded from the mouth of a half-dead woman.

“Of course, I won't smoke.”

After these words had left his mouth, his lips collided with hers. Immediately her trembling lips returned this gentle farewell kiss.

Both knew it was time to say goodbye, but Erwin held on, hoping that death wouldn't take (Y/N) from his arms away.

But death was stronger and eventually caught up with the young woman. When he shared her last breath with her, he knew she was gone.

For a long time he watched her closed eyes until small snowflakes fell on her beautiful eyelashes. With teary eyes, he turned his head towards the night sky.

It was the first snowfall of the year.

♡︎♡︎♡︎

The newspapers exploded with headlines when the judge’s death became public. The journalists were unaware of the truth. The news reported that (Y/N) (L/N) was shot during the arrest because she had resisted.

Bill Moran took advantage of this news to strengthen his reputation in various talk shows.

In his evening live interview, he knew what kind of big speeches he wanted to present – but what he didn’t know was that two cold, blue eyes were watching him.

“As you know, this is an interactive interview where citizens of our city can ask the mayor questions. We’re already getting our first call.“, the well-dressed host explained, while he answered the phone.

“Good evening. You are connected to the live interview. What’s your name and what’s your question?”

A brief silence followed.

“This is the judge speaking.“ A deep, computer-distorted voice introduced itself.

“Very funny, but the judge is dead.“, Bill Moran interrupted him with a laugh.

“You murdered (Y/N) (L/N) brutally with two shots in the stomach and let her bleed to death in agony. By taking her right to take responsibility for her actions at court, you committed an unforgiveable crime. Therefore, I sentence you to death.”

Before the mayor could protest, two loud shots were heard, which immediately pierced his body.

A few minutes later, he died.

#commander erwin #attack on titan #erwin #erwin smith #erwin smith x reader #erwin smith x you #erwin x y/n #erwin x you #erwin smith angst #aot angst #shingenki no kyojin

[oh-katsuki]

KINKTOBER DAY 4 - CORRUPTION + ARMIN ARLERT

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

WC: 1.2k

TW: corruption, exhibitionism, public sex, face fucking, first blowjob

“...What?” 

Cute. He’s real cute. 

You’ve always wondered how big he is, hand palming his bulge through his pants as you step closer to him.

“I asked if you wanted me to take care of this for you?” You blink up at him. 

Ah, Armin Arlert was such a goody two-shoes. Straight A’s, always on time, on the dean’s list at your university, and you’re almost certain that he was personal friends with the head of school by way of grades alone. You wondered how a boy this pretty could get away with being that much of a square, and when you found out that he was a virgin to boot, well it was a little too tempting. 

He stutters, pressing his back against the bookshelves behind him. 

“Here?” He asks, red creeping up his neck and onto his cheeks and ears. 

You’d cornered him in the library, where he always was, asking him to help you get a book down from a shelf in the back corner. No one really comes here, and if they do, it’s for reasons like this. 

“Mhm, here…” You mumble, letting your hand creep over his growing bulge. “You’re really pretty, Armin. Did you know?” 

He blinks down at you, blonde hair falling evenly in front of his face. Armin is always so clean-cut, always so pretty. He’s the sweaters and white button-ups type of boy, no different from what he’s wearing now. 

“I-I don’t know…” Armin trails off, eyes wandering to where you palm him in that tiny fucking tennis skirt.

He always felt bad looking, always felt guilting stealing peeks up your skirt when he thought you weren’t looking. But you just… you just looked so fucking good in it. You always wear these light colors, colors far too innocent for how sinful you looked in them. It drives Armin crazy. You drive Armin crazy. 

“C’mon, you’ve gotta know…” You smile at him through glossed lips, starting to kneel in front of him, placing your cheek against his bulge. 

“W-wait!” Armin whisper yells, taking your face in his soft hand. “W-we can’t do this here. Someone will-”

“But you want to do this?” You ask, batting your big eyelashes up at him. Armin swallows harshly and nods. “S’gonna be okay, ‘min. Don’t worry.” 

He glances around and when he sees no one, he swallows hard and looks at you, dropping your face and giving a firm nod. Armin’s hands find the edge of the bookshelf and he watches in awe as you slowly unzip his pants. 

You kiss him through his boxers, lipgloss leaving a mark on them. Armin probably won’t wash them after this. You think about how maybe he’ll beat his dick and get off to that mark alone. You rub at his cock through the thin fabric of his underwear a few times, careful to squeeze the head when you come across it. 

He’s big. Of course he is, and when you finally take your two pointer fingers and pull his boxers down to free him, you’re shocked by how pretty it is. Armin’s chest is heaving and the red of his tip match the pretty red of his ears right now. 

His dick is long. It’s an average thickness, but the skin is so pretty. It’s pale and dusted with pink, two veins running up it in a neat way that’s fitting of him. Armin keeps himself trimmed and you smile for a moment as you reach up to toy with his balls. 

He gasps, head bumping against the shelves. His eyes are wide as he watches you place his dick to your cheek and hiss the base of it. Your hands are warm on him, unlike anything he’s ever felt, and when he feels your lips against the tip of his cock, he squeezes the shelf so hard that his knuckles go white. 

Armin has thought of this forever, of how your mouth might feel, but he has no idea how to react when you pop the pretty red tip past your glossy red lips and hollow your cheeks. It feels… incredible. He’s not sure how he’s going to keep quiet. 

You take him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head before pushing further, one hand on the back of his thigh and the other on the front of his other thigh. You bob your head, keeping it neat while you just make him feel good. You admire the flush in his cheeks, the way his breath hitches each time you take him a little further. 

“You like it?” You ask, popping off of him loud enough to make him nervous. 

Armin nods. 

“That’s all I get? A nod?” You place your lips to the tip and Armin whines slightly, knees weak. “You can touch me, you know.” 

“S’good.” He slurs slightly, hand coming up to rest against the back of your head. “Feels really g-good.” 

Armin can’t help himself, pushing your head back down onto him. You said he can touch you, he’s allowed this right? He’s allowed to guide you up and down on his cock like he’s always dreamed of, eyes screwed shut and hand gently pushing you down onto him at a steady pace. 

You feel pride swell in your chest as he starts to move your head and it really isn’t too long before he’s pushing you all the way down and bringing you back. It’s not too fast and his pace with nothing impressive, but like this, you can feel each time he twitches in your mouth. Each time he pulls you off of him, you can hear the wet sound your throat makes around his leaking cock. 

You love that you can see him losing himself, burying himself farther and farther into your tight, wet throat. Armin’s almost forgotten where he is, grunting quietly as paper shuffles in the semi-crowded library. His uncertainty seems to melt away, giving way for him to enjoy his first blowjob from the girl he’s shamefully beat his dick to a million times. 

“F-fuck…” Armin groans, looking down at you with flushed cheeks, shoulders tense. “I’m-” “You’re close?” You ask and when he nods you give a small smile, pumping him with your hand. “Where do you want to cum?” Armin answers quickly. “Your face. Open your mouth and let me cum on your face.” 

It’s unlike him, but you nod, popping the tip in your mouth for a few more moments before he’s fully yanking you off, hand jerking his cock as he spills white across your face. Armin’s voice is sweet when he cums, slightly breathy and whiny as he chokes out “fuck, fuck, fuck.”

You smile, mouth open and tongue out as he finishes on you. Armin gives you a small, fucked out smile before he returns to his senses, cheeks flushing as he tucks himself into his pants. 

“Are you-” He bends to help you up and hands you a tissue from the small pack he kept in his pocket. “Do you-” 

You tilt your head at him, smiling as pride fills your chest. Straight A, straight edge, Armin Arlert just came on your face on the campus library. Let’s see if he’ll cum in your cunt next.

#armin x reader smut #armin arlert x reader smut #armin smut #armin arlert smut #aot smut #aot x reader smut #armin x reader #armin arlert x reader #aot #attack on titan #attack on titan smut #snk #snk smut #shingenki no kyojin smut #shingenki no kyojin #tw: corruption #tw: face fucking #tw: public sex #[ ⛓️ – kink: corruption ] #[ 📕 – writing ] #kinktober #kinktober 2021

[zamtheartist]

Drew Frieda, What’s she looking at?

#frieda #frieda reiss #historia #attack on titan #aot fandom #aot fanart #shingenki no kyojin #aot manga #aot art #aot anime #aot snk #eren and friends

[lunalivvy]

SHUT UP BC I JUST SAW SOMEONE SAY HISTORIA WEARS YMIRS SHAWL AND OMFG

AND THE NECKLACE SHE WEARS LOOKS LIKE THE ONE YMIR STOLE ??

#idk if this is canon but how is it not #i’m not sure if it’s the exact same necklace tho #but it looks like it #attack on titan #aot #shingenki no kyojin #snk #ymir #historia reiss #yumihisu

[stanurines1mp]

I Wanna Be Yours

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x Fem!Reader (she/her)

type: angst

an: this is kinda long compared to the last few ones. also, i might be taking a few days break bcoz my school is starting soon and i have like 6 months worth of homework to finish in a week. eheh i fucking hate life. but anyways, i hope u enjoy. also, im fucking obsessed with the idea of calling Eren as "Ren" and Armin as "Min". just me imagining them as my boyfriends- also, inspired by the song I Wanna Be Yours by Arctic Monkeys.

warnings: angst but not that sad tbh, a little drinking but they're all 21+, um pretty sure that's all. eren and y/n both are super fucking dumb though. let me know if i miss anything :)

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If there was a person that dominated Eren Jaeger's mind at all times, it was you.

You with your beautiful silken hair. You with your sweet, caring voice. You with your bright, joyful eyes. You with your defined button nose. You with your pink, smiling lips.

You, you, you.

The only thing he hated about you was how you were too blind.

Too blind to see the kind of jerks that clouded your mind.

Too blind to see the person you should be with was right in front of you all along.

Too blind to notice how it was Eren who was there every step of the way.

Too blind to notice how Eren was the one who held your body in his while you cried because some jerk just stood you up.

Too blind to notice how Eren was so fucking in love with you, it hurts.

He hated that you were too blind to notice him.

And he hated, just fucking hated, how he didn't hate you at all.

You were easily the best person he had ever met in his entire life. And he remembered the fortunate day so well, he recounted it in the back of his mind every time he saw you.

It was the first day of class, college freshman year. He was in a conversation with one of his friends on the phone. He was talking to Armin, calming the blond who was an absolute wreck about attending his class.

"Relax, you're literally the smartest person I know, Armin. You have nothing to worry about," he spoke calmly into the phone.

"It's not about being smart. What if they don't like me? What if I don't fit in?" The blond's distant voice babbled with anxiety.

"They will like you. And if they don't, then fuck them. Trust me, you'll be fine, if not great," he replied back, slightly amused by Armin's usual antics.

"Okay," Armin replied with a low voice.

"Seriously I don-"

"Oh shit, sorry."

Oh shit, sorry.

Your first words to him were oh shit, sorry. And even with those three, absolutely accidental and instinctive words, you had managed to gain every bit of his attention.

And he had never been more focused on anything in his whole life.

He noticed everything that happened in that one, unfortunately too quick second.

He noticed the feeling of your bare forearm against his. The small hair on your skin prickled his and he swear he thought he felt an electric jolt his entire being.

You were wearing a pink crop top with long blue jeans. Your hair was tied up in a high ponytail, two strands hanging out by the sides of your hair to accompany your curtain bangs.

Your right arm was carrying a white tote bag which he assumed held your essentials for your first day. In your right hand was a gripped phone. Your eyes were indulged in whatever was on your screen that you bumped into him.

But he decided that it was his fault. He decided that you bumped into him not because you weren't looking but because he was standing too close to the corner of the hallway. He decided that you shouldn't be apologizing. Instead, it should be him.

Because how could he, Eren Jaeger, be in the way of someone as sublime as you?

"I'm really sorry," you apologized, turning off your phone and throwing it into your tote bag in one swift movement. "I wasn't looking."

"Eren?" He heard Armin's distant voice from the phone. He had forgotten all about Armin when he was too absorbed by your presence.

"Sorry, Min, I gotta go," Eren's voice trailed, not even listening to anything Armin had to say before he ended the call. "It's fine, really. I was in your way," he chuckled lightly, causing you to smile.

And fuck, if that wasn't the smile of perfection, he didn't know what was.

"No, I really shouldn't have looked at my phone while walking. I'm really sorry," you unknowingly put a hand on his forearm.

Again, the action completely missed your mind. But the same could not be said for Eren.

The whole day, he wondered about you. He wondered what your name was. He wondered what you were majoring in. He wondered if you had a boyfriend, if someone was lucky enough to be touched by your grace.

He had no idea if it was fate or luck or chance or all of it at once, but he was blessed once again when he saw you sitting in a lecture hall. The lecture hall where his class was supposed to be held.

Again, your eyes were indulged deeply by whatever was on the screen of your phone. The lecture hall was mostly empty, with only a few scattered students in their chosen seats. But he didn't care to look at anyone else. Only you.

Because how could anyone ever appear in his sight when you already governed every inch of him?

Your hair was worn in a half up half down kind of style. Again, two strands were loose at your sides to accompany your bangs.

You were wearing a graphic tee shirt of a band he didn't know. Your supposed-to-be exposed body was covered with a knitted cardigan. It was an odd pairing of clothes but it looked so good on you.

The gears in Eren's brain were turning, thinking, wondering. Should he approach you? Surely, you'd remember him even as the guy you accidentally bumped just a few days ago. Right?

He had no idea if you would or not.

Because again, who was he other than some guy who was lucky enough to have been in your line of sight?

But against all odds, Eren approached you. You could feel a figure walking towards where you sat.

At first, you really didn't care. You were too focused on your phone, your inability to socialize overtaking your curiosity. But you had to look to the left when the figure cleared out their throat awkwardly.

"Is this seat taken?"

Your eyes widened slightly, recognizing him as the guy you accidentally stumbled upon the other day. Your cheeks blushed a little at the thought of someone wanting to sit next to you.

You carefully shook your head before returning back to the screen of your phone which showed a picture of some cats because you loved animals so the main pages of your social media mostly showed animals.

You were ready to continue your usual act of avoiding people when the guy spoke to you. You hadn't expected him to but he did.

And part of you was kinda glad because maybe you'd be able to at least make a friend. But another part of you was scared because you had no idea how to talk to strangers.

"So, how long have you been here?"

It was a stupid question. Eren wanted to hit himself for asking you such a stupid question. But he wanted to say something.

He wanted to be able to hear your voice again. And maybe, if the universe was on his side, be your friend.

"Um, not that long. I just like to come earlier. Get ready and whatnot, y'know?" You replied, slightly pursing your lips.

"Yeah, yeah, totally."

His lips were pursed, too. His head nodded awkwardly along with his words. God, he wanted to seriously dig up a hole and crawl into it.

But at least he got to hear your voice again. But that was it. Silence crept up again and your fingers found safety back on the bright screen of your phone.

"My name's Eren," he broke the silence again, this time looking at you.

"Y/N," you smiled, your eyes meeting his green ones. Pretty, you thought.

Jesus fuck, she is gorgeous, he thought.

You were glad that you didn't hide away from him after that introduction. You were glad that you continued to have conversations with him even though your heart was beating apeshit crazy because of your social anxiety.

You were glad that you exchanged your contacts with him. You were glad that you accepted his offer to meet him at the coffee shop on campus.

While you were glad, Eren was just absolutely fucking raptured.

He just couldn't believe someone as wonderful as you actually wanted to spend time with him. He was so sure his heart was going to fucking burst when you said that he was your best friend.

Eren didn't know that he was in love with you.

Even with the way his mind could only think of you, he didn't know. Even with the way his heart fluttered with warmth every time he saw you, he didn't know. Even with the way his whole body heated up at the touch of your skin against his, he didn't know.

He only knew when you were both deep in your late-night conversation.

That specific night, you were supposed to be studying. You had a test next Wednesday. Despite your protests, Eren insisted on staying up with you.

His face brightened the screen of your laptop while your face embellished his monitor. But instead of studying, you were telling him about an interaction you had shared with someone that day.

"He was so fucking sweet," you smiled a dopey one, mind high with simple infatuation.

"Wait, when did you meet this guy?" Eren's voice questioned.

"He's in my English class," you answered casually, occasionally looking over your notes. "And oh my God, Ren, you should have seen the way he was talking about the discussion. Fuck, it was so attractive."

"Uh-huh," he replied blankly.

Eren felt a foul, queasy feeling rising up to his chest. He hated it. And he hated how dreamy you look when talking about some guy. Some other guy that's not him.

"I'm serious, Ren!" You laughed, instantly relaxing him despite the uneasy feeling he felt. "And he asked me out," you sighed dreamily.

"And what'd you say?" His eyes were flashed with hurt but again, you were too blind to notice it.

"Yes, of course! He's literally the hottest person I've ever met," you smiled happily.

Eren tried his best to look happy for you. He was happy that you were happy. But he was upset that you were happy because of someone else. Someone who wasn't him. Someone he wished he was.

But Eren stayed with you. He listened to your exciting retelling of the date you had with that guy. He didn't want to listen to it all. But he did because he wanted to be good for you.

All Eren could focus on when you were so far in your cloud nine was the brightness in your eyes. That specific brightness always came out when you were in a world of your own. And he loved that look on you.

Because it meant that you were happy. And how could he not be happy when you're happy? How could he not be happy if he was one of the lucky ones who were able to witness your godly smile?

That's why he felt so angry that he could rip out the throat of each and every person on Earth (except you), and it still wouldn't be enough outlet for his anger. That's why he felt that way when you knocked on his dorm room on a rainy night.

Your clothes -a crop top and a mini skirt- were soaked with the rain. Your hair was absolutely drenched, your curls no longer visible due to the water washing it straight. Your mascara and eyeliner were running along with your pale complexion in the form of black tears.

He was studying for Calculus, his laptop opened in a call with Armin who was helping him when he heard the strong and loud knocks. His roommate was out that night.

At first, Eren just wanted to ignore whoever the fuck was at the door. But then the knocks got louder, stronger, faster. Eren groaned, uttering a small apology to Armin before excusing himself to the door.

When he opened the door, his tired face was readily formed in a scowl. But immediately, his features softened at the sight of you. Only for a second.

Because then worry took over. Worry for the fact that you were standing in front of his door, each part of you soaked by the rain, tears flowing.

"Y/N," he frowned, lips slightly agape with shock.

"I'm sorry, I just didn't know where to go," you cried, guilt echoing the confines of your being.

"it's fucking raining outside," he gently pulled you in, not caring that his floors were messed by the rain you brought in with you.

"Shit, Ren, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you. Shit, I'll just go," you rambled upon seeing the face on Eren's screen who you assumed was the best friend he always talked about.

"No no, Y/N, relax. Hold on, okay?" You held your arms gently, head leaned down to level with yours. He turned, quickly grabbing his blanket to wrap around your shivering body. "Hey, let's stop here, I'll text you later. Thanks again, Min," Eren rushed, ending the call before Armin could say another word.

"Look, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to come here and make a whole mess. I'm so sorry, I just-" you sobbed, head slightly shaking with guilt.

"Relax, relax, slow down," he cooed, tucking away the wet strands of hair that stuck to your face. "Let's get you changed first, hmm?"

"My clothes- I don't-"

"Don't worry about that. Just use mine, okay?"

He smiled a little when you finally responded with a small nod. His hands left your arms, the loss of heat causing your body to shiver even though the blanket was tightly wrapped around you.

You watched as he walked towards his closet, taking out a sweater, a pair of sweats, and a clean, unused towel. He walked back to you, resting the clothes on his table near you.

"I'm gonna wait outside for a sec. You can put your clothes in the hamper. Just call me back when you're done changing, yeah?" His voice was so low, barely above a whisper.

"Okay," you hiccuped, your nose burning with the sniffling cold.

You waited until the door of the room closed. Slowly, you unwrapped the blanket that hugged your body with warmth.

You walked towards the hamper slowly, your bare legs shivering due to the cold. You stripped the wet clothes off your body, putting them in the hamper like Eren told you to.

Then you dried yourself with the warm towel he graciously lent you before you put on his sweats and sweater. The thick fabric of his clothes was so warm, you instantly felt comforted.

You can smell the faint natural scent Eren wore. It was comforting to you.

"You can come in now," you called out.

Eren almost missed the sound of your voice had he not focused on waiting for your signal. Once you gave him the green light to enter, he turned the doorknob, opening the door into his room. His lips curled into a comforting smile while he closed the door before striding towards you.

"Ren, I'm really so-"

"Stop apologizing, Y/N," he sighed with assurance. "Tell me what happened," he ushered you to sit on his bed while he grabbed a watered bottle for you.

"He cheated on me," you hiccuped lightly.

Those four words broke his heart more than you could ever know. Eren thought he could just run out of the door to find that son of a bitch that dared hurt your pretty little heart. His body froze because God, how could someone ever do that to you? To you?

"We were supposed to go out tonight," you explained, feeling the body dip with his weight. "But he forgot that we made plans. So he was out with his other girl," you scoffed with hatred.

"That fucker," Eren clicked his tongue, nostrils flaring with the same amount of hatred you held, if not more. "I'm gonna fucking kill him," he huffed.

You'd never seen Eren so angry.

Eren was always a sweet guy whenever you're around him. You've seen him annoyed, but nothing compared to this anger that steamed out of his facial features.

"I'm so fucking stupid," you laughed humorlessly, falling your back against Eren's warm sheets.

Eren swore he got angrier at your statement. You got cheated on but you're blaming yourself? He wanted to scream at you for saying that.

How could you say that?

How could you say that it's your fault?

How could anything ever be your fault?

"God, I can't believe I fell for his stupid charm," you groaned, crying into your hands.

"I swear to God, Y/N, if you say it's your fault again, I will actually murder him," he seethed, causing you to peek your eyes through the gaps between your fingers. "He fucking cheated on you. How is that your fault?"

"I jus-"

"No, Y/N. It's not your fault," his tone softened.

"You enver think anything is my fault," you replied, an eyebrow quirked up.

Nothing could ever be your fault.

"Doesn't matter. Yhis, him, it's not your fault. He's the stupid one, not you," Eren mumbled, causing you to sigh, wiping away a fallen tear. "You don't have class tomorrow, right?"

"No," you shook your head.

"Stay here," his offer was in such a low voice, you almost missed it. ALmost.

"Eren, I can't," you shook your head, straightening your body. "I already ruined your night. I don't wanna be a burden."

Again, Eren felt his heart break.

How could you say that? You could never ruin his night.

How could you ever be a burden? Not to anyone, not to him.

"You didn't ruin my night," he rolled his eyes but not unkindly. "You are not a burden," he cupped your cheeks in his hands. "You can stay here and you will," he insisted, green eyes straight looking into yours.

"Where will you sleep?" You questioned, the touch of his hand against your face so smooth and sweet and warm.

"Don't worry about me. I can sleep on the chair," he answered casually.

"I don't want you to," you sighed, closing your eyes.

"I don't ca-"

"The bed's big enough for us two," your words hit the edge of his ears like the melody that would erupt from a harp sent from heaven.

"No," he gulped, not wanting you to feel like you have to do that.

"Please," you cried. "Please stay with me."

And so he did.

That night, he could feel every part of you against him. Your back was against his chest, the blanket covering you up until your neck.

His right arm was bent under his head for support while his left arm wrapped around your torso. He could hear your soft little snores, the cutest sounds he'd ever heard from anyone.

He watched with a smile as you fell asleep peacefully in his arms. Occasionally, before and while you slept, his lips touched the top of your head.

Eren knew one thing as he laid beside you in his bed that night.

Eren wanted to protect you.

Protect you from the kind of guys that hurt you.

Protect you from everything bad.

Because he was so in love with you, it hurt him just to see a sad shift in your angelic complexion.

So whenever you both went to a party, Eren would make sure to always keep an eye on you. If he catches sight of a guy trying to flirt with you, he'd interfere.

He can see the way those guys were eyeing your figure but you wouldn't notice. He can see the meaning behind the touches of those guys.

But unfortunately, he couldn't protect you all too well. Because again and again, guys after guys, you'd come to his door just like that one night, eyes watered down by your tears.

"He stood me up!"

"He broke up with me!"

"He's such an asshole."

All those words were said. All by guys you always thought were nice.

"He's so sweet, though."

"I swear he's different, Ren."

"He's not like the other guys."

But 'he' was. No matter who 'he' was, 'he' always ended up hurting you.

Eren thought that your experiences with those shitty guys were because your destination would be him. It was unlikely but that's what he wanted.

But he began to realize that he was wrong.

"Eren, this is my boyfriend," you greeted Eren with a smile.

Your boyfriend sat next to you in the diner booth. Eren slid in the seat across from you, his face a rather bored expression. Hearing that you had a boyfriend didn't really phase him anymore.

Because like he thought, this new guy would just be like the others. He'd find a way to hurt your pretty little heart so you can go to Eren.

Because he wanted to be the one by your side through everything. Because he's in love with you.

Eren tried to be as normal as possible during lunch. Once you all ordered your food and drinks, Eren was forced to look at you and your boyfriend.

That's when it hit him.

He saw the look in your boyfriend's eyes. He saw not the hungry, lustful gaze of men that he often recognized in your exes. Instead, he saw the same, all too familiar look that he sees every day. Except every day, he sees it in the mirror of his room.

He'd see it when he washes his face. He'd see it when he's brushing his teeth. He'd see it when he fixes his hair. Everything a mirror would reflect him, Eren would see that look.

It was the look of love.

Love towards you.

Eren had only seen it on himself.

He didn't expect to see that look on someone else other than him.

But he saw it so fucking clearly in the eyes of your boyfriend.

Eren just watched the view of your boyfriend with an arm around you. Your boyfriend's eyes were a thin slit, caused by the wide smile on his face.

Your boyfriend didn't just look at you like you were a girl to be used, a girl to hurt.

Your boyfriend looked at you like you were the only person in the world.

That was how Eren looked at you.

What hurts more was that Eren could see your eyes reciprocating the same look towards your boyfriend.

Eren never received that look from you.

So while Eren watched the love of his life so happy due to someone else, the same words rang in his head;

I wanna be yours.

I wanna be yours.

I wanna be yours.

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