#snk reader | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

teakookssi · 19 days

Text

Before I Leave You [Eren/Levi x Reader FF]

[ full story can be found here or here ] [Overview & prologue] ➺ pairing: levi ackerman/eren jeager x fem!reader ➺content: mafia au, crime, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, angst, lol so much angst ➺warnings: YO. SHIT. IS. DARK. violence, blood, strong language, guns/weapons, and illegal activities are all mentioned but hey, that’s attack on titan for you, so if you can handle that, you can handle this (:

chapter 11: trauma? lol what trauma?

The door to Levi’s room has been left wide open, saving you the trouble of having to break it down as you storm your way inside.

Levi stands with his back to you on the far left side of the room near his armoire cleaning his weapons in that meticulous manner of his, while Furlan paces around the room ranting about who knows what. Isabel lounges about on Levi’s bed, mindlessly playing with a switchblade in her hand.

They’re too caught up in what Furlan is saying to hear you come in so it’s not until Furlan stops talking abruptly, pausing mid-stride as he finally notices you at the door, that Levi and Isabel turn to see what’s got his sudden attention. But by the time Levi follows Furlan’s gaze and realizes it’s you, it’s too late to stop you.

Full of rage and indignation, you raise a fist and land a satisfying punch to the side of Levi's face.

“This is all your fault!” you emphasize clearly, still seething.

“Oi!” Isabel exclaims, springing up in alarm as Furlan stares on in shock. But your attention is focused solely on Levi who looks momentarily stunned by the blow. Not from the inflicting pain, but because it came from you.

Slowly, his tongue moves around the inside of his mouth, assessing your damage and scoffing in disbelief at the taste of blood in his mouth as you watch it stain the inside of his lips a bright shade of crimson. The flicker of annoyance in Levi’s deadpan gaze as his eyes lock with yours has no effect on you. But despite his clenched jaw, he shows great restraint and keeps his voice leveled, like he’s been expecting this from you and needs to act accordingly.

“Leave us,” he says to Furlan and Isabel without breaking eye contact from you as he wipes the blood trickling from his lip with a thumb.

You hardly notice them leave as you take a closer step towards Levi, your scowl still in place.

“You said you were on my side,” you hiss at him through gritted teeth, ignoring the throbbing pain you feel against your right knuckles from the punch as your hands remain curled at your sides. “You said you would never betray me. But now you have my father going against me? Keeping me under house arrest? He’s stripped me of my command! I have no power. No control. Over anything! Not even my own people!”

You shove at his chest when he says nothing, beyond frustrated. “What the hell, Levi?! How can you let him do this to me?!”

But he catches your wrists the moment they collide against his chest and locks them in place so as to keep you still and make you listen. “He’s trying to keep you safe,” Levi says with infuriating calmness. “Away from trouble. Away from dying.”

You shake your head, breaking free from his grip. “Oh, no. This is your doing.” You point a finger at him. “This is what you wanted. To cage me in here and keep me out of danger. For your sake. And now, because of you, he’s gone ahead and brought Eren into this bloody business as some sick punishment—or reward, I don't even know!”

Levi stares at you in bewilderment.

“What?” he asks faintly before frowning, unable to make sense of what you’ve just said. “… Why? The guy kidnapped you! How can Ymir allow him to —”

“Oh, don’t act like you had no part in this!” you cut him off with a snarl.

Levi’s eyes narrow at the accusation. “I have no influence over your father’s decisions, Anya. No one does.”

You let out a sharp laugh. “Is that supposed to be some kind of joke? You're always with him! Plotting things behind closed doors, scheming over who knows what—”

“At least I’m not scheming behind his back!” Levi snaps back. He takes a meaningful step towards you, glowering at you. “You orchestrated an attack on that journalist and his family, took down a whole squadron of Erwin’s cops without consulting your father or me first, and you don't expect retribution?” He shakes his head, frustrated. “If you weren’t so bloody reckless—”

“Everything I do is in my father’s best interest,” you counter back defensively. “He just doesn’t know it yet.”

You turn to leave, having no further reason to stay after having made your discontentment known. But Levi refuses to let it end like this.

“Your father told you to leave Erwin to him,” he says behind you in warning.

You stop in your tracks, scoffing in disbelief at his blatant hypocrisy before whirling on him.

“If I put Kenny in front of you right now and told you to leave him alone,” you ask Levi challengingly, “to let him walk away from you unscathed by your blades, would you let him walk out of here alive?”

Levi scowls at you bitterly, jaw clenched, before swallowing and looking away. He knows the point you’re making. The man that betrayed his family, that left the Ackerman clan in ruins… Levi wants no one else to suffer more under his hands than that man.

“Answer me!” you demand harshly when he doesn’t reply back. “Would you?”

Levi reluctantly slides his eyes back to you. “Your father has a plan for Erwin,” he insists through clenched teeth, diverting from answering your question.

You scoff in disdain. “A plan that has taken him twelve years to go through with?” You shake your head and move for the door. “No. I’m done waiting.”

“So you'll conspire against him?” Levi demands angrily, following closely after you. “As what, an act of rebellion? To prove to him you're capable of handling this on your own? Erwin is not someone you can just—”

“My father raised us for vengeance,” you remind him coolly over your shoulder. “He promised it. I’m merely collecting on that promise.”

You reach for the door and pull it open, but Levi’s hand comes from behind you and slams the door back shut in your face.

You tense. His solid form is pressed so close behind you, you can feel his warmth radiating from his body against you.

“Hate me all you want,” Levi hisses against your ear, his breath moving the loose strands of hair near the side of your face, “but I’m not letting you run off again on your own.”

Dark amusement twinkles in the corner of your eye. “You don't want to play this game with me, Levi.”

Levi lets out an annoyed growl and without warning, takes you by the shoulders and turns you around. Pinning you against the door. “Enough with your stupid games! Of what good is your vengeance if you're dead!”

The second he takes you against the door, you bristle, ready to pounce, but you’re not prepared by the amount of anger and fear you find in his eyes as he glares back at you. Like he doesn’t know whether to continue yelling at you or take you in his arms instead. And the wave of guilt hits you hard.

Levi has always shown a level of concern for you growing up. Subtly, sure. But it has always been enough to steal your heart away; whether it was offering you his coat when you grew cold, tending to your wounds whenever you hurt yourself playing out in the woods, or carrying you on his back when you grew too tired after a long walk in the gardens, he was always looking after you.

After the trauma and grief you both experienced as children, Levi only grew more protective of you.

Yet, despite the marriage pact between you, your father’s ambitions to rule over the underworld had you and Levi taking on different forms of responsibilities for the betterment of the Ymir and Ackerman clan that your father eventually took Levi aside and began to work with him personally. If only to prepare him with the skills and knowledge he would need to take up the role as head of the Ackerman clan by the time he turned eighteen. Allowing the questionable missions your father sent him on to build Levi's reputation and credibility in the underworld.

With you, however, he was not as concerned with since your father still had much more to do before letting you take on the mantel as head of the Ymir clan.

But this shift in responsibilities put you and Levi out of balance. Your fiance, though young and not in full control over the decisions effecting the Ackerman clan, now had more power and respect over the people of the underworld than you did. So while your father and Levi were out conducting legal and illegal matters as both business partners and heads of their households, you were left behind to keep things in order within the sectors.

Which, for a while, you didn’t mind. You were able to fashion your own reputation amongst the underworld with the dealings you partook in during that time. By taking what your father taught you, you used violence and intimidation to evoke fear onto the people who dared rise against you and bend them to your will. Establishing yourself as someone to be reckoned with without needing the association of your family name.

But that was many years ago, and time has not been kind. This rift between you and Levi has grown detrimental. For years you’ve tried to make sense of it, but all it has ever brought you is unending heartache. Heartache because Levi keeps throwing cracks into your relationship and it’s like he doesn’t seem to care that the foundation holding you both together is breaking.

And yet…

You try not to fall for it as much as before but you can’t help it.

There always comes moments such as these, when Levi looks at you as intensely as he does now, that you like to let yourself believe he would do anything for you. That despite his indifferent attitude when you’re in the presence of others, he’s bothered by the fact that he has to rely on others to keep you safe when that role has always been his and his alone. You even like to think he resents your father, just like you have, for forcing you both apart the way that he has. If only just a little.

But over his shoulder stands the girl in the dress embellished in blood. Watching you with those blank, haunted eyes. And you’re reminded of the bitter truth.

You reach up to caress the dried up blood that’s formed against the side of his lower lip. “Don't look at me like that,” you say to him ruefully, your voice barely a whisper.

Levi frowns, noting the sudden change in your demeanor. “Like what?”

You lower your gaze with a wry smile, drawing your hand away. “Like you might actually love me.”

Levi’s grip on your shoulders loosen in surprise. “What?”

You feel his sharp gaze on you, demanding for an explanation, but his hold on you is weak. You shoulder him aside with enough force for you to move towards the other side of the room.

With Levi blocking the exit, you’re trapped inside the room with him until he decides to step aside or you somehow manage to lure him away from the door. But with what you’ve just said to him…This was going to take a while.

You start searching around his room in search of a bottle to drink as Levi stands where you’ve left him by the door, impatiently watching you rummage through his things.

“Anya.”

You ignore him and slam the drawer to his bedside table shut after finding no bottles of alcohol or silver flasks in there.

“Please tell me you have something stronger to drink in here than black tea.”

Levi bristles. “Anya.”

You start to cut across the room to his bathroom where you know he has a bottle of alcohol under the sink that he uses to disinfect his wounds. But Levi gets to you before you can, grabbing your arm and forcing you to turn to him.

“For fuck’s sake, woman!” he says, completely on edge. “Answer me! Why would you think I—”

“Because you don’t!” you cut him off angrily, wrenching free from his hold. “Love. Me.”

Levi looks at you as though you’ve just cracked his heart open. “Why would you say that?”

You scoff bitterly. “Why else would you postpone the wedding?” you say coldly before walking away, needing the taste of alcohol in your system more than you wanted to hear his answer.

Ever since you were a child, ever since your father first proposed it, you had been looking forward to the day you turned eighteen. To the day you and Levi would finally get married and he officially became yours and you became his. Even if it was under this life of crime, at least you would have him; you would have each other.

So when you found out a few months before your eighteenth birthday that the wedding wasn’t happening, you were beyond devastated. However, being the reasonable daughter that you were, you accepted the decision with stoic understanding. Expressing discipline and maturity over the matter in hopes that your father would not think of you as childish and immature for sulking around and acting selfishly in front of everyone. So you kept silent, not letting anyone know just how much it bothered you.

Truthfully though, you had always found it rather odd, the way your father had decided to hold off on the wedding with it just being a few months away. You’d had an inkling of who had influenced his decision then, even though you’d always refused to believe it. But given the way Levi has been acting lately…

Well, now you were certain.

“The wedding?” Levi echoes as you reach the bathroom, following you in as you snatch the half empty bottle of alcohol under the sink and popping it open. “That has nothing to do with—”

Levi stops mid-sentence and grabs the bottle in your hands as you raise it to your lips, pulling it away from you before you can take a drink. “Anya!”

Your eyes widen in outrage as you struggle to take it back. “Give it to me!” you demand angrily.

But his hold remains unyielding. “Listen to me!” he says through clenched teeth as he clarifies briskly, “Your father made that decision.” His brows furrow slightly. “I thought you knew that.”

You shake your head as tears of hurt and frustration start lining your eyes and you try to swallow down the lump in your throat. “That’s fucking bullshit and you know it!”

Levi flinches at the conviction in your tone, his voice pained. “Why are you so quick to throw this against me?”

“Because you suggested it first!“ you yell at him reproachfully, yanking the bottle free from his grasp so roughly that some of its content splashes on the floor at your feet. “He was willing to let it take place the day I turned eighteen.” You point an accusatory finger at him. “But you talked him out of it!”

Levi looks stricken. “He told you that I—?”

“Oh, he didn't have to tell me anything,” you say with pure, undiluted venom, approaching Levi the way a wolf corners its prey and forcing him to step back until he’s out of the bathroom. “I could practically hear you talking through him when he told me.”

Before Levi can stop you, you take a swing of the bottle in your hand and welcome the burning liquid that runs down your throat, needing it to stabilize your mind. But it appears you’re far too emotional to be subdued, because in the end, it does little for you. That wretched girl remains lurking within your peripheral vision like an ember in the ashes, flickering bright and refusing to fade.

You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand—angry, despondent, and brimming with darkness. You’re threatening to unravel, to break. Sheer will is all that’s holding you together. Sheer will and the desire to hurt. To hurt the way you’ve been hurt.

You drag your eyes up to him so he can see the malice burning within them despite your vision blurring with unshed tears.

“But I let it go,” you admit bitterly. “Because I trusted you.”

Levi flinches as he hears the brittleness in your voice. You try to mask it with a dry laugh. “I mean, what reason did I have to doubt your intentions, right? Except… Even now, two years later, my father still refuses. Because of you!”

Your voice breaks at the end and you hastily turn away from him as your fragile emotions betray you and tears start running down your cheeks like a broken faucet. You roughly wipe them away with shaking hands as you start pacing across the room, keeping your distance from him. Trying to regain control.

“How much more of this do I have to take from you?!” you demand roughly, latching onto your anger like a safety net so as to keep your head above water. “How much more do I have to put up with until I am finally given what I’m owed?!”

Levi’s voice is taut as he subtly closes in on you, his eyes trained on you with a hard scowl. “You don't understand.”

You shake your head in disagreement, backing away from him. “No, I understand, Levi. I understand perfectly.” You fight back a sob. “I never said anything before because I kept hoping I was wrong about your feelings for me, but—”

“You are wrong!” he growls, cutting the space between you. “You have never been more wrong.”

Before you can react, he takes your hand and pulls you in, grabbing your face and snatching your lips with a desperate kiss. Your eyes instantly flutter shut as you quickly give in to him, unable to contain your stupid longing. You can taste the blood you drew from your punch and the salt of your own tears against his lips as his mouth slides against yours, but you couldn’t care less. Levi’s mouth is hot and consuming as he kisses you with passion and purpose. As if to remind you that the love and attraction you both hold for each other, the burning desire you evoke whenever you’re in each other’s presence, is still there. Has always been there. And always will be.

The bottle of alcohol you had been holding falls out of your grasp as you trade it in for him instead, but Levi swiftly catches it before it can hit the floor and he places it on a table to his left without breaking the kiss. With your hands now free, they run up his chest and around his neck to bring him closer to you.

When he finally does pull away shortly after, you’re left feeling dizzy and breathless and you have to lean against him for support, resting your head against the crook of his neck. But Levi doesn’t allow you time to recover as he tilts your chin back up to look at him, your eyes still half-lidded with yearning.

As he leans in, your eyes fall down to his lips, ready for more. But his mouth forms words instead.

“You have no idea how much I wish to call you my wife,” he says huskily against your lips as his hands slide down the curve of your waist to your hips, tightening his hold to press you against him. “To finally be able to make you mine.”

Your fingers curl against the fabric of his shirt at the possessiveness in his words, at what that entails, before he claims your mouth once more.

“I want that more than anything,” he says in between kisses while his thumbs caress your cheeks, wiping your tears away. “But you have to trust me.”

His voice shifts, turns hoarse.

“It’s not the right time. Not yet.”

You freeze, snapping your eyes open. The fiery longing you’d felt for him seconds ago now cold as ice.

“Time?” you repeat unevenly before shoving at his chest and forcing him to step back. “Time?!” Your face twists into a scowl. “I don’t have time! I am running out of time! Out of time, out of patience—In fact, I’m losing my goddamn mind!”

Frustrated and upset, you roughly shoulder past him and swipe the bottle of alcohol he’d left on the table beside him, needing to drown in it.

Levi tries to stop you, eyes wide in alert and full of concern after the amount of panic and fear he hears in your voice. “Anya, wait! Listen to me—”

“NO!” you cry out angrily, jerking the bottle away from his grasp. “You don’t fucking get it, do you?! I have to do this. I have to or else—”

Levi moves again to touch you, wanting to comfort you and ease your suffering, but you recoil away. “Don’t!”

He halts, looking more pained than you think possible by your reaction as he struggles to abide your command. But his worry for you is too much for him to allow himself to leave you alone.

“Anya, don’t do this,” he pleads softly, taking a calculated step towards you. “Don’t push me away.”

You shake your head with a whimper, staggering back to keep the distance between you while pressing a hand to your forehead. “You don’t understand,” you mutter miserably. There’s too much going through your mind. Too much you can’t explain. “You don’t know what it’s like.”

“Yes, I do.” Levi’s voice is low, but firm. “More than you know. And I know you’re afraid.”

The confidence in his words shakes you. Levi is far more attuned to your emotions than you are willing to give him credit for. He’s easily picked up on the root of your turmoil, and he knows that if he doesn’t intervene now, he is going to lose you to your demons. But the skeletons in your closet have their claws hooked deeply into your mind. And they refuse to let go.

You frown at him. “Afraid?” You laugh, once, before shaking your head. “No.”

You could not be afraid. If Death was your master, Fear was your servant, and Vengeance, your loyal friend. That’s how it’s been for you for the past twelve years of your life. And that’s how it needs to remain.

“Anya, listen to me,” Levi tells you hastily, sensing your demons fighting for your attention. “I know, better than anyone, what it’s like to be tortured by your own mind.” He offers a hand in front of you for you to take. “Please, love. I need you to let me help you.”

You glance at his open hand in front of you.

Levi is right. He’s the only person who knows what it’s like to live with the kind of trauma you have lived with. No one else understands your grief and suffering better than him. You know that. But you’re far too derailed to listen to reason.

You slap his hand away. “No! Can't you see?!” you cry out desperately. All the darkness is leaking, spilling through the cracks. It's overflowing. “I need him gone already!”

Turning your back on him, you start pacing anxiously across the room while you run trembling hands through your hair.

“I need him to suffer! I need him to pay for all he's done so SHE can leave me alone!”

Taking the bottle in your hand, you throw it against the wall behind you. To where the girl in the bloody dress still stands. She vanishes as the bottle breaks on impact and shattered glass cascades to the floor, leaving an imprint of liquid splattered on the wall. But the sound itself releases you from your unhinged state and your eyes refocus. Only for you to realize with great horror you’ve just openly revealed how messed up you really are. To Levi, of all people.

Ashamed by your own weakness and lack of control, you leave for the door, evading Levi’s gaze. But you’re an idiot for thinking Levi would let you off so easily. Grabbing your wrist from behind before you can get very far, he turns you around and pulls you into his arms, trapping your folded arms against his chest.

“No!”

You try to push him away as tears begin to cloud your eyes again.

“Let me go! I didn’t come for this.”

But Levi’s hold on you only tightens, pulling you closer to him. You’re shaking against him and he knows you’re about to fall apart. But more importantly, he knows if he doesn’t stay close, he is going to lose you. The fact that he is aware of this makes you feel worse.

Your lips start to quiver as you choke back a sob. “Please,” you cry into his chest hopelessly. “Let me go.” But from the way you cling onto the fabric of his shirt with clenched fists, Levi knows you mean the complete opposite.

Unable to fight back the crushing weight of despair any longer, your legs give up on you and you start to fall down to the floor in defeat. Levi swiftly catches you before you do and lifts you off your feet, cradling you against his chest.

“It’s okay,” he murmurs to you in reassurance. “I've got you, I promise.” He kisses your forehead as he moves towards his bed with you nestled closely in his arms while you continue to cry. “I’m never letting you go.”

You’re too distraught to pick up on the unevenness in his voice, let alone register the amount of torment in his eyes by the state you’re in. But even if you could, nothing you said to him would console him.

Because you did not see what he saw. You did not see the way your eyes grew wild and unfocused as your demons threatened to overpower you; you do not know how dangerously close you were to slipping out of his reach.

Without releasing you, Levi gently places you on his bed and keeps you near as he lays beside you, his warmth and familiar scent letting you know you are safe enough to let your guard down. That it’s okay for you to close your eyes and rest.

Because you are tired.

So.

Damn.

Tired.

Eventually your crying subsides as your eyes flutter shut and the heaviness of sleep overtakes you.

With Levi’s hand running down your back in a soothing manner, you drift off to the thought of you feeling better in the morning; even when you know, this is the kind of tired no amount of sleep can fix.

—

You wake up the following morning to angry shouting in the hallway.

The door to Levi’s room has been left ajar and you immediately recognize Levi’s low and rough voice amidst the arguing outside.

”What the hell do you think you’re doing here?” he demands viciously. “Who fucking let you in?”

Seconds later, you make sense of Levi’s hostility as you make out Eren’s surprisingly calm reply. ”Is she with you?”

“That’s none of your business,” Levi hisses back coldly.

“Maybe not before. But it is now. Her father has made it clear I’m not supposed to let her out of my sight.”

You hear Levi scoff. “You really think I’m going to allow you anywhere near her? Get. Out.”

Your eyes widen in alarm and you curse under your breath. Throwing Levi’s bedsheets to the side, you rush out of the room to locate them before Levi looses his patience.

As you hastily make your way down the hallway, you round the corner and find the two of them facing off in the middle of the staircase. Based on the way Eren stands a few steps below Levi, Eren must have been making his way up the stairs in search of you when Levi caught him halfway to the second floor and blocked his path.

They don’t notice you approaching. Their attention is focused solely on each other, but even from this distance you can make out the scowl lining Levi’s features as he stares down at Eren with tense muscles, completely triggered by his presence.

You frown slightly at this. Levi’s usually a lot more in control when it comes to confrontations. So what is it about Eren that’s got him so on edge?

“Levi?” you call to him gingerly, not wanting to startle him as you emerge within their line of sight. If only because the shoulder holster Levi visibly wears over his white long sleeved shirt carries guns under each arm, and though Eren wears a simple long coat over a white button-up shirt, you know there’s no weapons concealed underneath—not that he would even know how to handle one.

They both turn in your direction as you make your way to them.

“Go back to bed,” Levi says tightly before flicking his eyes back to Eren, starting down the stairs towards him in slow, menacing strides. But you rush forward and reach for Levi’s hand, stopping him in his tracks before he can take more than a few steps.

“Come with me,” you beckon to him in a sultry voice, needing to ease the tension between them before it turns murderous. “It’s too early for this.”

You sense Eren watching below with a clenched jaw as your fingers tilt Levi’s chin towards you affectionately to draw his attention onto you. Levi’s features soften momentarily at your touch as you caress his cheek, and when his eyes flicker to your lips, you’re convinced you’ve won this fight.

Until Levi takes your hands in his and pulls them away from his face.

“I will,” he says to you earnestly, before turning his head over his shoulder to lock eyes with Eren. “Just as soon as I take out the trash.”

Your hands fall languidly at your sides as Levi moves out of your reach. You sigh heavily at his stubbornness, but follow closely after him down the stairs nonetheless.

Out of heed, Eren draws back into the foyer as your fiancé reaches the last set of stairs. Not once taking his eyes off Eren. But you note the fire in Eren’s emerald eyes that always seems to burn brighter and more fiercely whenever you’re concerned and you’re right to expect retaliation.

“You’re only delaying the inevitable,” Eren tells Levi through gritted teeth. “Her father made his orders clear.”

Levi smiles darkly beside you, subtly reaching for his gun. “You may have his favor, but he never granted you his protection.”

Before Levi can draw out his weapon, you reach out to stop him. “Levi, that’s enough. He gets the point. Let him leave.”

But Eren proves you wrong as he scoffs at Levi with disdain. “So you’d rather leave her to her own devices? Unprotected and alone, all because you can’t stand the fact that her father assigned me to look after her instead of you?” He then adds sourly, “I thought you actually cared for her.”

The second Levi tries to lunge for Eren you put yourself in front of Levi’s path and shove against his chest, pushing him back. “Levi, stop! Stop! Listen to me!” Steering his attention away from Eren, you yank Levi’s collar towards you and lean in, hissing low enough for only Levi to hear. “For whatever reason, my father wants him alive. You can’t kill him. Not yet.”

You can feel Levi resist against you as you force him to step back, his muscles tense under your hands and his teeth bared as he glares at Eren behind you. Though you’re also mildly aware that if Levi really wanted to, he could easily move you out of the way at any time and unleash his full wrath onto Eren. Yet he doesn’t.

You look hastily over your shoulder. ”Eren. Go.”

“But—”

“Now!”

Eren throws Levi one last look before reluctantly turning on his heels to reach for the front door and shutting it closed behind him.

With Eren finally out of Levi’s sight, you raise an eyebrow at your fiancé expectantly. “Care to tell me what that was all about?”

Levi turns away with a shake of his head and rakes a hand through his hair. “Bloody bastard.” He keeps a safe distance from you as he starts pacing across the foyer, trying to shake off his anger. ”I don’t care what Ymir says. Like hell I’m allowing that piece of filth take up room and board in here.”

He starts for the door again, either fully intent on telling the guards stationed outside to not let Eren in again or to finish Eren off once and for all. Either way, you step in his path and make him halt.

”Why are you getting so worked up over him?” you ask Levi coyly, making him tense as your hands slide up his chest and around his neck to pull him in closer. “He’s hardly worthy of a threat.”

Levi’s hands rest at your waist. At first with the intention to push you aside, but once he finds you’re closer than he can handle, his hold on you tightens, drawing you nearer as his eyes fall down to your lips.

Mildly surprised by his quick surrender, you lean in first, thinking this will distract him from thinking about Eren. You hadn’t thought your seductive charm would work on him the way it did with others so easily, but the second your lips collide with his, he winces and pulls away, and you find yourself with doubt.

“Fuck,” he hisses, gently touching the bruise on his lip with his fingers. He snaps his eyes to you with a frown.

This is your fault, his eyes seem to say to you.

The corner of your lip twitches, relieved that’s the sole reason for his reaction. You shrug innocently. “What? You deserved it,” you say matter-of-factly before leaning in again. He lets out another grimace when you do, but despite the pain he kisses you back.

You smile against his lips in triumph as your fingers glide up under his shirt, tracing up his spine to the wings of his shoulder blades.

He shudders and presses more tightly against you, deepening the kiss.

But then he abruptly breaks away a few seconds later, and you frown at him—hating when he does this. You try leaning in again but Levi captures your chin between his fingers and keeps your head back so you can meet his penetrating gaze.

“What you said to me last night,” he says to you sternly, almost angrily. “Do you really believe that?”

You raise an eyebrow as your eyes flash in understanding. So this is why he is acting this way. Your words have been eating away at him, making him question everything and sending him haywire.

His eyes search yours desperately, thinking he’ll find his answer there, but you don’t let him look for long. You move his hand gripping your chin to the side so you can draw nearer.

You softly caress his lips as you murmur to him in a teasing manner, “I said a lot of things last night.” Your lips move down his jawline. To his neck. “But there’s only one thing I want to remember right now.”

Expressing your need for him is all the reassurance he needs as a lusty impulse overtakes him and he shoves you roughly against the wall, swallowing your gasp with a violent kiss.

“I love you,” he says breathlessly against your swollen, bruised lips his mouth leaves in its wake. “You know that, right?”

When you don’t reply—too busy you are latching onto his lips to form words—you feel him try to pull away again.

“No,” you groan petulantly, digging your nails into his shoulders to keep him in place so he can keep going.

Eager to please you, he lifts you off the ground and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist. With you in this position, he has better access to your neck and he starts sucking at the sensitive spot there until it bruises. You moan, arching against him, driving your fingers through his hair.

Levi shivers at your touch but he doesn’t pull away until he’s seemingly satisfied with the claim he’s left against your neck, marking you his. Even then he still keeps you close as you sense his eyes on you, knowing he’s admiring your flushed cheeks and the blissful effect he has over you.

“You believe me?” he asks hoarsely against your skin. “I love you.”

Your gaze slides down to him with half-lidded eyes, your heart racing. He’s watching you intently, pupils dilated, urging you to respond.

“I believe you,” you mutter over the pounding in your ears.

And you do. You really do believe he thinks he loves you. But… does he even know what love is? Is his love and your love even remotely the same?

Levi’s hands suddenly grab your hips and places you back on the ground. His expression hardening as his eyes lock on yours.

“Then unless you plan on torturing me,” he says, his voice rough with lingering desire, “don’t ever say that to me again. Do you understand? I don't ever want to hear those words come out of your mouth or I swear I’ll punish you worse than this.”

Not waiting for a reply, Levi brushes past you and disappears out the front door.

You blink and stand there for a second, lost in a haze of desire. Feeling his absence immediately as he’s left you aching for more—more of his touch, his lips, his warmth.

Him.

You throw your head back and let it rest against the wall behind you as your racing heart tries to drop back down to normal.

You’ve survived many things in your life: poison, bullet wounds, stabbings, snipers, assassins. But the effect Levi has on you, even after all these years together…It both thrills and terrifies you because you don’t know if you’ll ever possess the strength to survive him.

—

With your father unable to trust you under the same roof as your cadre, Levi is the only one permitted in and out of your home. For this reason you expect to spend your days alone until however long this punishment lasts. But you’re surprised Levi doesn’t leave your side for longer than a few hours and spends the first few days with you without question. Though you suspect it’s less because he wants to make up for lost time with you and more to do with wanting to keep a close eye on you given your breakdown—and to keep Eren at bay.

Countless times Levi tried getting you to talk to him about what happened in his room. But that was a topic you refused to talk about if you could help it. When he would try and press a bit further, you would either change the subject or walk out of the room. Refusing to relive those moments again and have to accept just how unstable your mind really was. Levi, not wanting you to end up pushing him away completely if he kept on insisting, respected your wishes and stopped bringing it up.

Needing to keep yourself preoccupied to save yourself from boredom, you spend the majority of your time in the basement. Either practicing your combat skills alone or with Levi as your opponent.

How productive these fighting sessions actually were was another matter since they always seemed to lead to either you or Levi pressed against the wall or pinned on the floor—the sexual tension between the two of you that always stirred during practice, would grow far too wild and uncontrollable to stifle for long. But Levi was always able to restrain himself and leave before it could get too heated. Whether he was still punishing you for what you said to him before or not, in the end you were always left flustered and annoyed.

Furlan awkwardly walks in on you both during one of these evening sessions looking for Levi.

Both of you hear the door to the basement open which distracts Levi, but you take advantage of this and manage to disarm him and pin him under you. You hear Furlan step inside seconds later and Levi turns his head in the direction of the door. But you straddle Levi anyway and catch your fiancé’s attention as you bring your lips to his.

While Furlan makes his way down the stairs calling out Levi’s name (and stuttering uncomfortably when he finds you on top of his boss), Levi is quick to wrap an arm around you and flip you over on your back, his body hovering on top of you.

“Behave,” he hisses to you in warning before leaving you to deal with Furlan outside.

You wait a few minutes for Levi to return. When he doesn’t, you make your way up the stairs to your room for a shower which is how you catch Levi and Furlan talking in the foyer. They both turn to you as you pass before they resume their conversation shortly after. Nevertheless, you don’t need to hear their conversation to know what this ultimately means.

Once out of the shower, you find Levi sitting on your bed, waiting for you in his usual dark suit, black leather gloves, and wool coat. He looks handsome, clean-cut, and powerful. Like he is about to attend some important business dinner with some clients to seal a deal for your father’s company. But underneath it all, you know, he’s armed with weapons, assuring you these clients of his are anything but reputable.

You don’t miss the way Levi’s eyes run down your figure as you appear before him in a sheer ivory night gown, but you’re in no mood to satisfy him. Planting yourself against the frame of your bathroom door, you cross your arms over your chest with a raised brow.

“You’ve been summoned,” you say in a clipped tone. A statement not a question.

Levi rises to his feet and crosses the room towards you when you refuse to get any closer.

“I wouldn’t be going if I didn’t have to,” he tells you with a pained expression, reaching out to secure a gloved hand behind your neck to press your foreheads together and another gloved hand at the small of your back. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

His eyes fall to your lips and he leans in, eager for a taste of you, but you press your hands against his chest, stopping him before he can.

“I’m being punished enough, don’t you think?” you say more harshly than you intend. But it’s true. He can’t just kiss you so flippantly and expect you to patiently wait for him until he returned. You’re right to be angry. You were just getting used to his constant presence in your life, making you believe he’d finally chosen you over everything else.

Now your insides were prickling with that treacherous feeling of being left unwanted all over again. Because of him.

Levi swallows, struggling to accept your wishes, until he eventually pulls away. “You’ll stay here, right?”

His expression turns serious as he meets your gaze. “I’m not going to be hearing from my men later tonight telling me that you’ve run off, will I? I can trust you to stay home while I’m away?”

You tsk, pulling out of his hold as you hear scratching and meowing coming from the door to your room. “Even if I told you I plan on escaping the second you leave, you’re still walking out that door.”

Levi works his jaw, eyes clouding with guilt as you brush past him. “This isn’t like that,” he insists through clenched teeth. “I’m not choosing this job over you.”

“Of course not,” you mutter dryly, reaching your bedroom door. The second you open it, a four-legged black furball rushes in and jumps onto the foot of your bed. Bear circles your bed and meows, calling you to join him.

Levi sighs heavily and begins to approach you at the door. “Look, I know you hate this. And I know you hate feeling caged and powerless, but you have to understand—”

“Levi,” you cut off sharply. ”I was joking.”

Levi frowns, looking dubious.

Nevertheless, you signal to the door you hold open in front of you. “Go. I’ll be here when you return, alright?”

Levi glances at the door and then back to you, knowing when he’s being dismissed. Slowly, he makes his way out the door, lingering for a moment longer at your door’s threshold. “I’ll be back before morning.”

“Right. Fine,” you reply back curtly, almost impatiently.

The second Levi turns his back on you and steps into the hallway, you shut the door to your room and lock it behind him.

You wait until his footsteps recede, trying to calculate how long it will take for him to make his way out of the house before you can change out of your nightgown and into the clothes you’d prepared while Levi had been downstairs talking to Furlan.

Did you lie to Levi when he’d asked you to stay put?

Technically, no.

You did say you would be here when he returned, and that, you most certainly plan to do. And though you were genuinely upset that he had chosen to leave, you had also been prepared for it. In the brief moments Levi hadn’t been home babysitting you during your first few days in confinement, you had taken advantage of his absence to make your rounds around the corners of the house, peering outside the windows to inspect where the guards were stationed for any blindspots, while also taking note of all their shift changes.

Tonight Jean and Connie are on duty amongst Levi’s guards. But they’re also ordered not to let you leave so you can’t rely on the chance they’ll turn a blind on you if they come into contact with you. Still, they guard one of the areas behind the house where you have a better chance of sneaking away unnoticed. Your plan is to use the few minutes it takes them to change shifts with the next guards on patrol to slip away, leaving you about fifteen minutes to get ready before that happens.

As you change into some dark trousers and a simple white-collared blouse, Bear claims his spot next to your pillow and curls in on himself, thinking you’re getting ready for bed and will join him soon enough. But unbeknownst to him, it will be a long while before you get any sleep — and before your four-legged friend does either.

Once you’ve draped a long dark coat over your shoulders, you move to put on a newsboy cap to help obscure some of your facial features with the shadows of the night.

It was a little past seven in the evening, but if you managed to catch the train before eight, you just might make it before your young friend in the Karane’s district leaves the Northlake Garden Park.

Keeping close ties with Erwin’s son was imperative to your plans and you’d already broken the promise you’d made to him of returning back the week before so he could play with Bear again.

In your need to travel light, you select your weapons carefully before securing them on your person and in their respective holsters, leaving the knife Levi had gifted you for last and adjusting it in its sheath under your sleeve in your right forearm. Trying not to think of this as a betrayal to him.

Though it’s not like you’re dismissing his concerns. Your lack of fear towards death has given you a track record of acting recklessly, true; utilizing whatever means necessary so long as it achieves your goal. He has reason to worry over you. But you’ve also got things to do. And you couldn’t keep delaying them just to grant Levi some temporary peace of mind.

Throwing a messenger bag you’d bought off from a newspaper kid a while ago across your body, you approach your bed and scoop Bear inside, securing the flap over him so that only his head can peek out from the side. You offer him a treat when he stays put without a fuss and you wrap the rest of his treats in a tissue before stuffing it in one of your pockets, for the road.

You reach for your door, ready to step out of your room in the direction of the stairs to head out through the back door in the kitchen.

And you would have.

Had there not been a dark haired figure with Ackerman blue-grey eyes staring back at you from the dim lighting of the hallway, startling you.

But it’s not Levi’s familiar deadpan gaze that has you pinned in place.

Mikasa Ackerman stands at the doorway to your room, blocking your path.

12 notes · View notes

stxrrydreamss · 4 months

Text

“Did you hit?” “She’s so bad.” “Was it good?”

“No. She fell asleep in my arms knowing she’s safe from guys like you.”

Armin, Jean, Levi, Kirishima, Izuku, Bakugo, Hawks, Aizawa, Senku, Gen, Tsukasa, Saeyoung, Saeran, Zen, Jumin, V, Yoosung

4K notes · View notes

inkinthetypewriter · 6 months

Text

AOT FINALE SPOILERS ⚠️⚠️⚠️

—

#(tell me this hasn’t been done yet)#NO BC I AM A MANGA READER AND MY SIBLING ISN’T #AND THEY THOUGHT THEY WERE GOING TO KISS #AND SO DID I DESPITE KNOWING THE CANON #AND APPARENTLY TONS OF MANGA READERS THOUGHT THEY WOULD GO OFF SCRIPT AND KISS #eren jaeger #armin arlert #eremin #aot finale #attack on titan season 4 #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot #snk #anime and manga #aot spoilers #aot final episode

4K notes · View notes

chrollohearttags · 5 months

Text

CHARM’D • mikasa ackerman

your fiancée gets a new piercing and you decide to have some fun with it.

content + themes: nail tech!mikasa, black fem!reader, y/n is a lash tech, subby mika, her and y/n cracking jokes on each other, overstimulation, pillow humping, use of toys, scissoring, heavy squirting, fingering, bratty mika, gay bestie!armin cameo

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.─── ── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* : ── ･

most people would say working with your significant other seems like a great time. Being around the one person you love more then life itself and earning a living at the same time? You couldn’t ask for a better deal. However, it did have its challenging moments..discipline and focus is an important part of anyone’s employment. Regardless of the job but especially when tending to someone’s beauty and esthetic needs, it was imperative to pay attention. Hence why your fiancée despised the fact that you were working alongside her as her new lash tech some days! Granted, she was thrilled to have you around and with an extra service and set of hands around, you guys’ income practically tripled. So it was a pretty sweet deal. However, you didn’t make it easy…in fact, you acted as if giving her a hard time was your actual occupation..

“Are you sure we can’t just fill them in and work around it? C’mon, Mika. You sure you can’t just do your magic?”

“Sweetheart, how long have you been a client of mine? I’m an artist, not a repair woman. Two things I refuse to do is fly coach and work over other people’s fuck ups. Now let’s soak these off so I can give you a fresh set. While you’re waiting, Armin can get you in the shampoo bowl. Since he’s sitting on his skinny ass, doing nothing.”

needless to say, it was never a dull moment! You guys’ hairstylist and resident smartass, Armin Artlert was currently seated in one of the styling chairs, typing away on his phone.

“And don’t forget looking cute. Just blind and grouchy.”

“Whatever. Help her before I suddenly find your replacement.”

it was obvious that the normally laid back nail tech was in rare form this morning. Not so much rude or angry but definitely on edge a little. The shop was a little busy but nothing more than usual for the Sugar and Spice Haus. It was normal for clients to be waiting outside the door so she couldn’t have been frazzled by that. So what exactly had her acting so strange? Perhaps it was a question better answered by the one person who knew her better than anyone else..and who ironically was the root cause of the issue!

“Oh, don’t pay her any attention, y’all. She’s just a little worked up. Isn’t that right, baby?”

just then, a rather gleeful (y/n) would come traipsing from the back of the salon..strapless dress and sandals, holding a caddy full of lash supplies. In return, the only thing you were met with was a decorated middle finger and the roll of dark, doe eyes. Your fiancée was quite the bratty thing when she wanted to be but she was oh so cute….

“Oh shut up. I’m not talking to you right now.”

hence why you took immense pleasure in teasing her among other things..something that began long before the two of you even opened shop this morning..

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.─── ── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* : ── ･

flashback: earlier that morning..

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.─── ── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* : ── ･

“Oh God!…yes..right there!…”

“Aw, is that your spot, baby? Are you gonna come?”

the high pitch, condescending coo spouting from your lips rang off into the ears of your very whiny and overstimulated fiancée. Who had just been sleep only twenty minutes prior or so it would appear. Because as the two of you awoke for the morning, ready to start another day in the home and salon you shared as not only lovers, but business partners…you were met with a rather pleasant surprise. Faint whimpers and the sight of your precious Mikasa grinding herself against her pillow. Her tits spilling from her tank top; fondled in her palms, hair brushing against the sheets and her panties tugged to the side as her bare slit rubbed profusely against the memory foam material. She had to have been in utter bliss from the sounds erupting from her mouth. Not only that, she looked so sexy..however, you knew it was rather unbecoming of your woman too. Granted, your sex life was anything but mundane and the two of you took any opportunity plausible to fuck, lick or kiss on one another. However, for the past few days or so, she seemed to be evading you. Claiming to be far too exhausted for any sort of sexual activity. She’d shower alone and even halt you if things got too intense. One would think that was indicative of infidelity and that their partner was with someone else. But alas, her dirty little secret came to light and needless to say, you’d return the pent up sexual frustration ten fold!..

“Oh? What’s this?…” she just knew that once you unveiled the truth, you’d never allow her to live it down. And she was correct.

“(Y/N)..baby…fuck me!..”

the truth was, she had snuck behind your back and acquired a clit piercing. More than likely from the same artist who had decorated her skin in the plethora of tattoos she sported. But what she hadn’t counted on was becoming so hypersensitive afterwards. It was one of those things that could go either way, depending on the person. Getting piercings in intimate area could either make you lose all feeling or make you super sensitive to the touch. For poor Mikasa, she was the latter to a fault! You would’ve thought that she would’ve learned her lesson when she got her nipples pierced and they sent her into a frenzy with something as simple as putting on a bra on. But you were more than happy to meet her request..flipping her over onto her back, (y/n) promptly shoved your tongue into her mouth; jaw agape and slack from being on the brink of climax. Her pierced nipples puffy and erect and of course..that adorable little clit; marked with a silver ball and bar going through it. It looked so cute and she looked even more precious..practically begging for you to claim her. Slick surrounded that fat pussy of hers and you just knew she was close.

“Oh you poor thing…you’ve been holding out on me…don’t worry, mama. I’ll take care of you..”

reassuring her with your lips honing on her neck. Tender kisses trailing down her throat and those fingers following suit to her mound. Tracing your digits across her freshly waxed skin, you’d tease around the area, refusing to touch the actual bud. “But first..I need you to do sum’ for me, okay?” So gently cooing to her. At this point, she was desperate so she was at your mercy.

“Yes, baby!..whatever you want..”

crying out as you moved your fingertips lower as well as your mouth, leaving them to hover over her jeweled nipples. Drawing a long trail of saliva along with you in the process. That’s when you’d shove those two opposite fingers between her lips and force her to suckle, drumming up her own spit. “Suck on these f’r me. Get them wet…just like that.” She’d happily comply, knowing that you’d help her reach her peak soon. Whilst she was busy drooling and whining, you’d ease one digit inside of her with your thumb resting on her clit. She looked so helpless and vulnerable..turning you on more and more by the second. Mikasa’s back would raise from the bed as you pushed those digits knuckle deep into her core. You’d feel them suction and tighten around you and continue pressing until they were stained with a sheath of milky white and sticky clear liquid..dripping all down your nails. You kept them short just for special instances like these. So you could pump them in and out her pretty pussy and watch her squirm, yelping for more.

“Ah! Haaaa…oh my god! Right there! Yes…”

“Aw, am I in your spot, baby? Are you gonna come?”

nodding her head profusely; your dormant thumb now tracing circles against her clit and even flicking that piercing for added stimulation. Needless to say, she couldn’t hold back any longer and seconds later, when you finally gave her permission, you’d find your arm, the sheets and anything surrounding you two drenched in her juices. Squirting everywhere..and became inconsolable afterwards. “That’s it!…let it go, let it go for meee..squirt on those fingers.” Encouraging with loud cries ringing out through the bedroom. She was practically convulsing once you withdrew your fingers. Allowing them to drip, you’d dangle them over her lips and allow her to clean them off. “Mmmhm..taste yourself, baby…you look so pretty.”

running a hand along her torso and up to her throat yet again to wrangle her in for a kiss. Haven gotten a taste of her sweet essence, you decided to get your entire fill by finally leaving a trail of pecks leading to her pelvis before tousling your own side of the covers off and climbing on top of her. Without missing a step, you’d part her inked up legs and pin one back whilst intertwining the other with your own. From there, you’d tear off the thin lacy panties she was wearing off and put them to much practical use like gagging her. From there, you’d align your frothing slits and start grinding them against one another. Tugging down your own sports bra; dressed in only a bonnet and having fallen asleep with nothing on your lower half, you had become well aroused on your own from her little escapades. With that, Mika would buck her hips forward and work herself against you; meeting your thrusting with tearful pleas to keep fucking her. “Don’t stop, baby! Please don’t fucking stop…” her voice was cracking but her words very concise and clear. Those perky tits bounced around underneath as she gripped the silk linen underneath your bodies. The smacking of your clammy folds and warmth made for a beautiful chorus of steamy, nasty sounds filling the atmosphere…she wasn’t the only one feeling the pressure either because you soon found yourself nearing an orgasm. “I’m gonna come too, mama…fuck! You feel so good..”

laughing out of pure delirium and pleasure, unable to slow down in fear that you’d come on the spot. Those sticky juices smeared across each of your thick thighs as those lower lips meshed together. Eventually, you’d find yourself leaning down to let your tongues clash as well. “Mmph! I love you…” “I love you too, Mika! Fuck, baby…come for me again..”

just then, she’d follow your order and flail around as another stream of juices exited both of your bodies. Spraying up everything in the vicinity. Rubbing those finger pads against her throbbing bud, (y/n) drummed out more and more until she couldn’t spill another drop. You found yourselves going round for round..drawing out one another’s arousal and all that you had to offer. An hour or so had past; an array of positions from being seated on her face while you ate her out, to riding a double sided dildo…

“Yes, baby! You look so pretty riding that fucking dick..go deeper..”

to finally ended your rather heated session with your fingers intertwined as you played with yourselves. Massaging those clots to your final climatic rushes. Coming down in a powerful high with tears streaming down your faces and squirt pooling down your legs. All in all, it seemed that her little piercing was a success and rather useful investment.. “C’mere..that feel good?..” “..yeah..thank you, baby..so much.” Fucked out and dazed from being overly stimulated. But neither of you regretted a thing..that was until you made another proposal with a deviant glare on your face..reaching over into the dresser, you’d retrieve another device: a controller vibrator. One you planned to utilize on her throughout the work day!

“Hell no, (y/n)! I can’t..”.

but it was too late..you had already placed it inside of her and would be utilizing it until you had your fill. You wanted to see how she fared with her little body modification when you were the one in control..and throughout an entire day of work.

maybe next time she wouldn’t keep such secrets from you!

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

@soanis @merakidoll

5K notes · View notes

kentopedia · 5 months

Text

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ LEAVING LIPSTICK STAINS ON LEVI

fem!reader, sfw, fluff, you leave lipstick all over levi before a mission and the scouts find out, just something super cutesy & short while i work on some longer pieces hehe, pls ignore errors lol, 1.3k words

“promise you’ll come back in one piece?” you say, smoothing the wrinkle between levi’s brow with a kiss.

he glances up at you from under his lashes, crinkling his nose as a short, breathy laugh escapes him, one he tries to subdue. still, he can’t deny the happiness that slips onto his features, not when joy is so fleeting because of the life that the two of you live.

cold hands run across your back, down to your hips as you straighten his collar, kissing his sharp cheekbones, the bridge of his nose. “i’ve made it this far, haven’t i?” levi mutters, squeezing your sides gently before shifting you off of his lap.

he lifts you, sets you on the edge of his desk, causing some of the papers that erwin had dropped off earlier to crinkle. a smile graces your lips as levi stands, stretching his limbs behind him, the chair pushing away from the desk with a creak.

“i’m going to be late because of you,” levi remarks, eyes narrowed playfully, but he gives you another kiss on the lips, lingering there like it’s painful to pull away.

“then stop kissing me.” your hands splay across his chest, but you don’t push him away, feeling his heart beat under his ribcage, the melody that you will always come back to. still, levi tugs your hips forward, slots in between your legs, and kisses you even deeper. “it’s time for you to go, captain levi.”

a heavy sigh weighs against your mouth, his exhale warm as he pulls back. “sounds like you want me gone.”

“of course i don’t.” your voice softens as you play with his fingers for a moment, before he's tugging them away gently, withdrawing from your figure. “i'm going to have to find someone else to sleep next to while you’re away."

normally, you would’ve been going with levi and the rest of the scouts, but an injury from your last mission prevented you from going on any more for a few weeks.

levi snorts, putting on his jacket, fixing the leather straps across his chest. “is that all i’m good for? killing titans and keeping your bed warm?”

you make a face at him, then shrug, half-hearted as he stares back at you with amusement. then, you laugh, cheerful and free; you know levi will come back to you. he has no other choice.

levi makes his way towards the door.

“levi?”

he turns, the lipstick stains still visible on his cheek, dark against his pale skin. for a moment, you wonder if you should tell him—if he’d be mad if you didn’t.

but then you remember he’s going to meet with a squad of fifteen year olds that have all almost died alongside him. if they really have a problem with their captain being loved by you, then they don’t care about him as much as you thought.

you smile and shake your head, voice holding just enough mischief for levi to notice. “just be safe. i love you.”

he softens. there are times where levi is hesitant to say the words, still worried you will be taken from him. but this is not one of those times. not when you will be separated for days, his life once again in danger. “i love you too, sweetheart.”

within ten minutes, levi is down to the first floor, pushing into the room where the members of his squad are already waiting.

he’s only a minute late, but he feels like they must have been waiting for hours, the way that they are all gawking at him with wide eyes, connie’s jaw faltering slightly. “everyone here?” levi asks, doing a quick scan of the room, counting heads like he’s their babysitter.

no one says anything. eren’s eyes look like they might bulge out of his head, and jean covers his mouth, looking away as him and sasha let out a stifled giggle.

levi’s mouth draws into an even thinner line. “what the hell are you snickering about?" he grumbles, looking at each of them individually, wondering who will be the first to confess.

their eyes dart away dramatically, faces red. even eren, who is normally more obnoxious than the rest, seems to have run out of words to say.

his eye twitches; levi wonders if connie’s head might burst, or if sasha’s laugh will rip out of her first.

“well?” levi asks again, snapping, already tired of this mission. a hot cup of tea sounds nice, in bed next to you.

armin, as usual, is the one to speak up when no one else has anything intelligent to say. “well, sir,” the blonde says, gesturing towards his own face. “i think…”

levi touches his cheek, remembering all the places you’d kissed him earlier, wearing that pretty black dress and your dark lipstick. a sigh leaves him when he pulls his fingers away, the tips coming back, smeared with a deep red.

he should've known.

“i see," levi says, staring for a moment, before meeting eren's eyes, his lips finally widening into a grin.

“ooooh," eren sings, his expression smug as mikasa elbows him, her own features pinched tight. "the captain’s in looooove."

levi knows they are expecting a reaction, a spectacle of the fact that he adores you. but he’s never kept it a secret, and he’s certainly not ashamed of all the things he feels for you.

“and what if i am?” levi asks instead, pointedly staring eren down as the rest of the scouts watch the exchange. “honestly, i am surprised no one noticed sooner.”

eren’s jaw falters a bit; a small wave of silence falls over the scouts. you and levi don't make a point of hiding your relationship, but really, levi shouldn’t have been surprised that no one in his squad was observant enough to notice.

or so he thought, anyway.

historia’s smaller, high-pitched voice breaks up the quiet, repeating your name back to him, as if affirmation that you’re the one he kisses goodnight. a silly question really, considering levi has never looked at anyone else with the same kind of tenderness.

“it is her, isn’t it?” historia asks, smiling softly. “i only know because you’re always holding hands under the table when you think no one can see.”

levi raises his eyebrow. “clearly we were wrong about that.” though, of all the things to notice, he thought it’d be the way you kiss him after every mission, the way he’s harder on you than anyone else because he doesn’t want to lose you.

eren shrieks your name like he’s never heard it before, and levi is starting to wonder if the boy actually is an idiot. his old squad had known immediately; petra caught you sneaking up to levi’s quarters when you thought everyone else was asleep, kissing him on the cheek when you thought everyone's back was turned.

it’s been a long time since then, he supposes. maybe the years have taught you subtlety.

“how long have you been together?”

“does she actually like you?”

“do you—” connie makes a lewd gesture with his fingers. “you know.”

“connie!” jean shouts, whacking him on the back of the head. “what do you think! dumbass.”

“hey!" connie says, rubbing his head. “geez. i just can’t picture it.”

"i’d rather you didn’t." levi’s face turns sour, disturbed by a room full of teenagers discussing his private and romantic life. “bring it up again and i’ll leave you outside of the wall on the next mission.” he pauses, crosses his arms with an exasperated exhale. “and she likes me just fine. at least, she has for the past five years.”

“five—”

a new wave of questioning starts and levi pinches his temples, shakes his head, the red smear of lipstick still on his face.

levi almost wishes you could’ve been there to field the questions instead. you’ve always been better with the kids, connected with them a lot easier than levi had.

even if it was would’ve exposed his lovesick eyes, the tiny lift of the corner of his mouth when you were around.

he’s never been very good about hiding it anyway.

6K notes · View notes

kenm4vhs · 6 months

Text

POST WAR!LEVI ACKERMAN YOU’LL ALWAYS BE THE PRETTIEST

3K notes · View notes

kikarouflames · 29 days

Text

The MAN of all time

He is sculptued by the god's best sculptors

#levi ackerman #attack on titan #aot #levi #shingeki no kyojin #levi aot #levi attack on titan #snk #levi x you #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you

2K notes · View notes

nelapanela94 · 7 months

Text

Your back is pressed to his chest, his face buried in your hair. Peaceful breaths brush past your lips, your shoulders rise and fall. Levi wakes up first, reluctant to peel off you. The white gown is crumpled on the floor, his bow tie hangs from the doorknob. With a light flush grazing his cheeks, he recalls the events of last night, curling toes, forehead to forehead, the exchange of afterglow kisses, the giggling and whispering until your eyes drifted close. This can’t be a dream. You’re here, cocooned, and safe in his arms, the first thing he sees when he opens his eyes.

He reaches for your hand under the blanket and the cold metal is the there, bracing your ring finger.

Wife.

His wife.

The only fool who’d take him as husband. The only one who could see through his eyes.

If only he could tell you. His vows dripped from him in a stutter and flustered mess.

He loves the finesse with which you do things; he loves your smile, your velvety laugh, the spark in your eyes when you talk about your dreams, your superpower to see the good in people.

You deserve the best of this life, everything, and he promised to give you all of himself so that you will never miss anything.

You stir in his arms, groaning as you hang from the end tail of your dreams. A weak chuckle bursts from him, and he nose-bumps you on the head, dropping I love you’s to your ear.

"It's too early."

"Go back to sleep." he coos.

"You're not leaving, are you?"

He holds you even tighter. "Never."

#levi ackerman #attack on titan #aot #levi attack on titan #snk #shingeki no kyojin #snk levi #levi aot #levi x you #levi x reader #Levi ackerman x you #Levi ackerman x y/n #levi fic #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman fluff

4K notes · View notes

aestosia · 29 days

Text

giving ur fav head after being late for a date..!

you appear in front of the him, he was was sitting on the modern sofa. you stare at him in a large t-shirt and your favorite pair of panties. “walk over to me love, don’t be shy” he says in an almost ordering tone.

“you were late to our date today.” he says furrowing his brows. “y-yes i’m sorry.” you choke out in reply. “you know.. bad girls need to get on their knees and beg for forgiveness.” he says coyly, “show me how sorry you really are.” he adds.

you slowly sink to your knees, feeling the soft carpet below you. he gently holds the back of your head with his hand, rubbing his large thumb along your bottom lip. “open wide baby.” he says affectionately. he quickly unzips his jeans allowing his dick to spring out. you slowly take initiative by shoving the tip of his length into your mouth.

“shit.” he groans, feeling the warmth of your throat and the softness of your lips. “this isn’t.. nearly enough.” he says, “do it more like, this.” he instructs as he pushes your head slowly allowing you to take the majority of his long cock. “good girl.” he says repetitively as he thrusts his length in and out of your lips.

“wait.” he says “that’s enough, i’m about to cum. but, not in your mouth.. as much as i want to.” he murmurs. “i wanna feel this too..” he grunts, as he reaches his hand behind you to cup your ass.

NANAMI, geto, gojo, DAICHI, USHIJIMA, kuroo, eren, levi, ERWIN

1K notes · View notes

yuckarmin · 11 months

Text

class prez!armin who realizes he doesn’t even the time to masturbate because of his packed schedule, so when you asked him to tutor him he almost came in his pants cause he thinks your fucking gorgeous.

class prez!armin who treats you better than any other guy ever has. making sure you understand everything he’s teaching you. going over it as many times as you need.

class prez!armin who’s trying he’s very best to hide the raging boner he’s got cause you leaned over to grab a pencil that he accidentally dropped and you accidentally flashed him.. “oops! sorry about that.. what were you saying ‘min?”

class prez!armin who’s mind is running wild, his head fill of fantasies of fucking you on this table right now, letting anybody see how he’s absolutely destroying your insides and filling you up!

class prez!armin who’s dick twitches everytime you ask him a question…he feels so bad, he really does. you just want academic help but your mini skirt and crop top don’t leave much to imagination

class prez!armin who isn’t very good at hiding the fact that he’s got the hots for you…his breath is always hitched and he’s sweating like crazy so even you for it wasn’t hard to put two and two together…

class prez!armin who wastes no time fisting his cock to the thought of you. your mouth on him, circling his tip while your hands makes their way up and down. “f-fuck! keep doing that…feels so good…”

class prez!armin who finally gets his chance to make a move on your when you invite him over to do some extra studying after the library closes…

#ivy’s works ૮ ♡ ੭ #armin x reader #attack on titan #attack on titan x reader #armin x reader smut #armin arlert #armin arlert x reader #armin aot #snk reader #aot x reader #armin arlert x reader smut #snk headcanons #armin x reader headcanons #aot headcanons

579 notes · View notes

teakookssi · 3 months

Text

Before I Leave You [Eren/Levi x Reader FF]

[ full story can be found here or here ]

[Overview & prologue]

➺ pairing: levi ackerman/eren jeager x fem!reader

➺content: mafia au, crime, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, angst, lol so much angst

➺warnings: YO. SHIT. IS. DARK. violence, blood, strong language, guns/weapons, and illegal activities are all mentioned but hey, that’s attack on titan for you, so if you can handle that, you can handle this (:

chapter 10: crime & punishment

“Well, if it isn’t my wayward daughter,” Ymir says to you in greeting, his deep voice rumbling against the quiet night as he comes to stand in front of you. “Finally found your way back home, I see.”

You turn your head away petulantly, jaw clenched. His tone is mocking, trying to provoke you. Wanting to get you to admit you messed up. That the sole reason he is here is because you disobeyed him and are incapable of handling things on your own.

You have too much pride to admit to such a thing, but your father is not one to let you off the hook so easily.

His hand is cold and rough as he tilts your face to his.

Piercing sapphire eyes stare down at you, pinning you in place. You're not surprised by the lack of warmth or the hint of danger you find in them. But there’s a chilling intensity to them, reminding you of the deep, vast ocean in the middle of winter.

You fear you will drown in them.

“You’ve been out playing past your bedtime, darling,” Ymir chides in a fatherly tone while subtly glancing over your features for any signs of damage. When he finds none, his devilish smile grows wider, revealing his sharp canines. “We can’t have that now, can we?”

As he says this, two of your father’s men appear behind him and reach out over you to rudely yank Eren from your side.

Naturally, Eren panics and calls to you for help, but you do well to neither react nor turn back to look at him. Not when your father is watching you as closely as he is. Either way, you don’t need to look behind you to know they’ve dragged Eren up the stairs to your front porch and roughly shoved him inside your house to wait for judgment.

You let them all do as they please without protest, but the same cannot be said regarding your father, and you pull away from his hold with open resentment.

Ymir blinks, his hand hanging momentarily in the air as he acknowledges your little tantrum, but his calm demeanor remains unchanged and he drops his hand shortly after. He then straightens and beckons you forward with a crooked smile. “Come, now. We have much to discuss.”

Taking the lead, he follows his men's footsteps in the direction of your front door with the menacing grace that would make even the fiercest animal bow down to him. You throw Levi one last deadly glare in his direction before begrudgingly following after your father.

There is no hiding how much you don’t want him here. Ymir's presence for you is degrading and belittling. Reminding you that in comparison to him, you are still nothing more than an overindulged child who had been handed guns and knives to play with like toys. And that no matter what you do, you are incapable of inflicting any real damage or bring about any real change to the family business unless he willed it first.

But your sullen attitude doesn't seem to faze your father. Rather, he seems to find it all the more inviting—much to your great displeasure.

Making your way inside with the rest of your circle in tow, you catch sight of Eren sitting nervously in the foyer as two of your father’s men stand over him, keeping him in place. You feel his gaze on you as you walk past, but you don’t spare him a single glance. One of your father’s men stands waiting for you outside your study a few doors down, which is where you assume your father has taken station, so you head straight towards it.

You take a deep breath and exhale sharply before stepping inside. When you finally do, his guard closes the door behind you with a deafening click that leaves the room in eerie silence. The room itself is a mixture of leather chairs, fine furniture, and wooden floors—not much unlike the rest of your house—while the lamps in the room turn the lighting dim, and a warm rich yellow hue.

Your father stands near the far right of the room by your desk with his back to you, pouring himself a drink from your stash of liquor.

As you anxiously await for him to address you first, you deliberate the best way to approach this. If you want things to play out in your favor, you need to play your cards right. You can’t afford for him to know the truth about what really happened to you this morning or all your plans involving Erwin will be ruined.

After taking a shot of his drink, Ymir places his empty glass back on the table next to your bottles of liquor, and you brace yourself.

“I thought I taught you better than to let yourself fall prey to your enemies,” your father finally says, keeping his back to you. His tone is nonchalant, but you can hear the familiar edge in his voice that tells you he is very much upset.

“I didn’t fall prey to anything,” you reply back curtly, trying to match his casual tone, but a note of irritation remains present in your voice. “I chose to run away.”

He glimpses over his shoulder at you with a raised eyebrow. “Is that what you’re calling it?”

“It’s the truth,” you tell him sharply. “I left of my own free will.”

Your father hums in thought before slowly turning to face you. His expression still calm, but skeptical. “Then why do your people tell a different story?”

You roll your eyes with a sharp sigh, not missing a beat. “Because they only ever know what I need them to know.” You wave a dismissive hand in the air. “It’s a nuisance having to explain to them every little thing I do.”

Ymir studies you closely for a moment longer before pouring himself another drink and taking it back with him to sit at your desk. “They say you were in poor condition this morning,” he informs you, leaning back in his chair. “That you were struggling to even walk. You were advised against going out in such a state, but you refused to listen.”

Under his hard, stern gaze —were you anyone else— you would have bent down to his will right then and there. But you were not like everyone else. And if you didn’t want things to get worse for you, you could not be the one to cave in first.

You offer your father a tight lip smile. “Right, well as you can see…” You gesture to your fully composed self before pulling out the leather chair facing your desk to sit across from him. “I can put on quite a show.”

But your father remains unconvinced. He reaches for his drink on the desk and takes a swing at it. “Historia insists otherwise.”

“Does she now?” you mutter dryly as he goes on, leaning back in your chair.

“She claims she saw you lying on the floor in my office. Unconscious. That that’s how that boy was able to kidnap you.”

Your siren gaze locks onto him like an iron snare. “That boy was just doing as I said. I was the one who told him to make Historia believe he was taking me back here. I made him persuade her not to tell anyone so we wouldn’t be followed.”

A flicker of barely controlled fury crosses your father's face as his steely eyes narrow on you. “You left unprotected and without notice.” Slowly, he rises to his feet and leans over the desk in front of you with a low growl. “Why?”

It takes all your willpower to hold your ground and keep your leisurely posture from shifting under his scathing look.

You shrug halfheartedly. “I was…” you start to say before trailing off as something catches your eye over your father’s shoulder, making you pause as your blood runs cold with dread.

The dead girl in the white bloody dress stands behind your father, haunting you as if she'd never left at all.

Your eyes nervously flicker back to your father. Did he catch the wave of panic and fear that ran through you just now? You can’t read his expression, but if he did notice something, you needed to make it seem like it had all just been a trick of the eye and not you accidentally revealing how mentally unstable you really are.

Your father keeps staring at you, waiting.

“I was bored,” you finally answer him, hoping your voice doesn't betray how on edge you are.

“You were bored,” Ymir repeats flatly. He looks almost insulted that that’s the best excuse you can come up with for him. Still, he nods with a click of his tongue, and with eyes downcast in thought, stands to circle around the desk before you.

“I’ve tasked you to maintain order within this business while I secure our future in this world,” Ymir says with a scowl, his voice deep and rough. He points to the door behind you—to the world outside. “This sector is your playground. Crime gangs, your playthings. That should be more than enough to keep you entertained.” His scowl deepens as he leans forward, gripping the sides of your chair and caging you in his arms. “What more could you possibly want?”

His close proximity has you inhaling his familiar scent—a strong mixture of whiskey, cigarettes, and sandalwood cologne that overwhelms your senses. But his words momentarily still your demons, allowing your mind to refocus as he reminds you of your ultimate goal.

“You know what I want.”

A muscle in his jaw twitches. “Is that why you left that little message for Erwin with that journalist’s wife?”

Your eyes gleam against the light. Hitch.

Oh, that woman had done most beautifully. After you'd left Marlow’s household, you’d had Sasha stay behind —keeping herself to the shadows — to make sure Hitch delivered your message to Erwin as she promised she would in accordance to the deal she’d made with you. According to Sasha, Hitch did in fact wait with her sleeping daughter in her arms, in the middle of the bloodbath you and your people left behind until Erwin showed up. When Erwin finally arrived less than a half hour later, he offered Hitch and her daughter protection, as you knew he would. But much to his surprise, and your extreme delight, she out front denied him.

“You can’t protect anyone,” Hitch had spat at him before placing a blank white envelope in front of him. “The daughter of Ymir sends her regards.”

Inside the envelope was a sheet of paper with two sentences: I win. Your move. Which Sasha had assured you he’d read because he then crumpled the paper in his hands and left.

Admittedly, it had been a bold move. You had gambled it all on the love of a mother for her child, but Hitch was a smart woman. Allowing Marlow to side with Erwin had lost her her husband. She would not make the same mistake twice and risk losing her daughter the same way.

Your father's grip on the sides of your leather chair tighten as he notes the smug look on your face, bringing you back to the present. “Proud, are we?”

But you bristle at his tone and jump to your feet, scraping the chair behind you. “I did what was necessary!” you snap back at him unapologetically, pointing at his chest. “To protect your reputation. As you told me to do.”

Ymir’s patience wears out.

“No.” In one swift movement, Ymir reaches for your extended arm and pulls you in towards him, making you collide against his chest. “You acted out of foolishness,” he growls at you with bared teeth. “To prove a point. To put yourself on the playing field—without even thinking about the consequences. Of the delicate situation you would have put us in if things ended up getting traced back to you.”

But your father doesn’t have a firm enough hold on you. Fueled by your own anger, you easily twist free from his grip and shove him back, even though he hardly moves an inch.

“I was careful!” you cry out with indignation. “Have you so little faith in me you think I would risk everything unless I knew the outcome with absolute certainty?” You shake your head, bitter. “You and Levi are the bloody same.”

You turn on your heels and march for the door, having had enough of his scolding.

“We are not finished,” your father says brusquely just as your hand closes on the door handle.

You pause, hearing the warning in his tone. For a brief second, you contemplate leaving regardless, but you know it’ll just make things worse for you in the end. Reluctantly and through clenched teeth, you let your hand fall away.

“Sit down.”

Your hands curl into fists at your side, hating the way he speaks to you. So you remain standing where you are, refusing to face him.

Ymir scoffs at your defiance as you hear him light a cigarette behind you. “I give you a small taste of power and you think yourself untouchable. But all you’ve done is prove to me you are not ready for any of it, no matter how strong or skilled you think you are.” Disappointment is laced in his voice as he blows out a smoke and adds, “Levi was right about you. You’ve grown far too impetuous and way too bloody fearless.”

Your eyes widen, enraged. “Levi?!”

You turn and stride across the room to where your father now sits regally behind your desk, a cigarette in between his fingers.

“Levi doesn’t know shit about me.” Not anymore. Not how he used to. “But of course, go ahead. Take his word over mine. Like you always do. What do I care.”

A small smile commandeers your father’s lips as he exhales a puff of smoke. “Oh, I don’t need to take his word for it. You’ve seen to that yourself.”

Your eyes narrow dangerously. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He gives you a pointed look. “This isn’t the first time you have deliberately put yourself at risk for the sake of getting what you want.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” you exclaim, exasperated. “I was never in any danger! Despite what you and Levi believe, I’m not helpless. I’m not weak. I don’t need to be protected. I can take care of myself. That’s what you trained me for all these years, isn’t it?”

Ymir's features harden. “I raised you the way I did so that I wouldn’t have to worry over you.” Your eyes follow his right hand as he moves it across the desk to tap the end of his cigarette on an ashtray. “But your actions as of late are rather concerning. I was willing to let it go, but now we have you disappearing for hours, acting recklessly and without reason.”

You shake your head and look away, frustrated. This was rendering futile. No matter what you said, your father wasn't going to believe any of it.

“For the time being,” he goes on to add, “I want you home. Where you will be heavily monitored.”

You tense. “What?”

But Ymir continues. “You will have no control over the business. Nor will your little circle of misfits toys be obeying your every whim. They will be under orders to not let you leave the house.”

“For how long?” you ask through clenched teeth.

Ymir shrugs and puts out his cigarette on the ashtray. “Until Levi sees fit.”

You close your eyes and exhale sharply. That manipulating son of a bitch! Nevertheless, you reign in your temper and throw the traitorous bastard to the back of your mind. You would deal with him soon enough.

Flashing your eyes open, you focus all of your energy on your father. “This is fucking bullshit!” you tell him reproachfully. “How is any of this fair? I only did what you would’ve done.”

Ymir fixes you with a gaze dark and hard as coal. “And I need you to be better.”

With an air of finality, he directs his attention away from you. “Call in Mr. Yeager,” Ymir orders aloud across the room to one of the guards stationed outside the door.

You stiffen nervously as your gaze shifts to the door and then back to your father. “Why?”

Your father’s tone grows mild. “He has an interesting last name. Yeager. Don’t you think? Not very common.” But the evaluating look in your father's eye tells you he’s scheming, and you’re left feeling uneasy. He then slides his gaze over to you with a tilt of his head. “But perhaps more intriguing is this odd fascination he has for you that everyone keeps telling me about.”

Your jaw sets. “I’ve already looked into him. I told you, he’s harmless.”

Ymir raises an eyebrow. “You surprise me, daughter. Since when do you start letting your guard down around people that isn’t us?”

You scoff incredulously. “Are you serious? You’ve met the guy. You can’t seriously think he is capable of any ulterior motives—”

Your father cuts you off with a dangerous glare. “That boy did not come out of nowhere without reason and fall helplessly into your lap just to let himself be groomed by you. A wolf dressed in wool is still a wolf.”

You both slide your gaze to the door as you hear footsteps approach from the other side.

“But who knows?” your father muses ominously from behind your desk. “If he survives, we might make something out of him yet.”

You frown. If he survives?

Before you can ask anything further, the door swings open and Eren steps inside.

—

“Mr. Eren Yeager,” Ymir says in way of greeting to the nervous looking young man making his way across the room towards him. “Take a seat.”

Eren wisely does as he’s told and sits across from your father in the same chair you had been sitting in moments before. His green eyes flick over to where you stand behind your father’s chair, but a look of indifference is all you greet him with and he flinches, disheartened.

Your father observes this exchange quietly before drawing Eren’s attention away from you.

“You seem to be playing quite the hero for my daughter lately,” Ymir begins calmly, almost pleasantly. “Always coming to her rescue. Obeying her every whim. Giving in to her little tantrums…”

Eren promptly shakes his head. “Sir, I didn’t mean to cause any trouble—”

Ymir raises a hand to gently cut him off with a tight lip smile, sliding his icy gaze over to you. “Listening to her will always lead to trouble, I assure you.”

You grimace and lean back against the bookshelf behind you with arms crossed, unamused.

“But…” Ymir reverts his focus back to Eren and gives him a knowing smile. “Something tells me you already know that.”

Eren doesn’t miss a beat. “I only wanted to help her,” he swears, throwing a glance at you.

But this is as much patience as Ymir is willing to offer because though his demeanor remains calm, your father's voice grows hard as steel. “You helped put her life at risk. At any given moment she was away from her guards, she could have been captured, held for ransom. Murdered. You could have led her into a trap. Betrayed her.”

Eren looks appalled. “I would never—” He turns to you for help, but your cold expression tells him not to expect anything from you so he hastily turns back to your father. “I would never do anything to hurt her.”

Ymir raises an eyebrow dubiously. “I’ve heard better lies spoken from lesser men. My wealth and success is no secret, Mr. Yeager. And people are capable of monstrous things if it means a chance at getting their hands on it.”

But this only causes Eren to withdraw back slightly in his seat, understanding clouding his expression as Eren confirms where, or rather whom, it is you’ve picked up your vindictive attitude and negative view towards the world.

Sensing this change in him, you watch him carefully as his hands curl into fists in his lap, thinking he might give in. But then he steals a sideways glance in your direction and says pointedly, “Not all humans are monsters.”

You scowl, taking this as an invitation to come out and play.

“No,” you tell Eren none too kindly. “They’re worse.” You cock your head to the side, cruelness dripping from your voice as Eren stares back at you warily the closer you step towards him. “But not you, right? You’re the exception?”

You sense your father observing you closely from behind, wondering where you're going with this. Unaware that Eren’s words had been addressed to you and your morally grey decisions.

Your eyes narrow as you go on to say to Eren with open disdain, “In comparison to us, you’re a bloody saint, right?”

Eren looks pained. “Anya, please—”

You cut him off and throw Ymir a wry smile over your shoulder. “How blessed are we, Father, to have a holy angel in our midst?”

But Ymir simply raises an eyebrow at you, unimpressed. As if to say, “Are you finished?”

Lips pressed, you make an exaggerated gesture towards Eren, replying silently, “He's all yours.”

You leave them to serve yourself a much needed drink, all the while scanning the room for any signs of that ghastly ghost of a girl. But the girl in the stained dress has remained absent ever since Eren first stepped into the room.

You refrain from dwelling on that fact.

Twirling the drink in your hand, you observe from afar as Ymir rises from his seat to make his way around your desk, forcing Eren’s attention back on him. He lights another cigarette in the process.

“Mr. Yeager,” Ymir says, taking a seat at the edge of the desk in front of Eren and gesturing lazily in your direction. “Considering my daughter is standing here alive and well, I am willing to overlook today’s incident. But if this happens again, and I find you in the center of it, I promise I will not be as forgiving. So for your own sake, I advise you to keep your distance from her.”

Eren blinks up at your father in alarm, not at all expecting to hear such an order. “You want me to…?” Eren trails off as his head turns and his eyes slowly make their way across the room to where you stand.

Your jaw clenches as you struggle to keep it together because that devastated look on his face is affecting you far more than you care to admit. So when Eren finds you taking in his reaction, you briskly turn away and walk off to the other side of the room, feeling unsteady.

But that does little to stop him. Without thinking, Eren starts to get up, intent on reaching you to make you change your mind. Probably thinking this is a request you made that you wanted your father to fulfill. “Anya—”

Your father, however, keeps him seated, a heavy hand clasped firmly on Eren's shoulder.

“Looking after my daughter isn’t what you were hired for, Mr. Yeager,” your father reminds him coolly. “There’s no need for you to concern yourself over her.”

And yet, despite your father’s warning undertone, Eren grows unresponsive, eyes lost in thought as he stares blankly at an invisible spot on the floor in front of him.

Ymir cocks his head at him curiously before giving Eren's shoulder a firm shake. “Eren.” At his name, Eren slowly blinks to attention, signaling your father to press forward. “All I need from you is to keep working that charming smile of yours on my business partners and keep my company profiting.” He then gives Eren's shoulder a tight squeeze. “Fair enough?”

When Eren makes no further protest, Ymir starts to walk away to prepare himself another drink, thinking this is the end of the conversation. But Eren is far too still for your liking. And you fear the things going through his head as he then says to your father, “With all due respect, sir, but I can’t do that.”

Cold dread roots you in place as your father stops short a few feet away from your table of drinks. He stands unmoving for the longest of seconds, his back facing both you and Eren as you anxiously wait for him to respond.

Finally, Ymir gives the slightest tilt over his shoulder. “What was that now?” he asks Eren politely.

But even with his back to you, you can hear the smile stretched on your father’s lips, and you realize this must be what your father has been goading Eren towards this whole time.

“Stop,” you find yourself warning Eren as you try to cross the room towards him in urgent strides. “Stop talking. Now.”

But your father turns before you can reach Eren and Ymir raises a hand in your direction. That’s all he needs to do to stop you in your tracks.

“Please continue, Mr. Yeager,” Ymir prompts, regarding Eren with a dark look in his eye that confirms your suspicions over this mysterious ploy of his. “You can’t do what exactly?”

Eren swallows nervously, but he locks eyes with your father nonetheless. “You want me to keep my distance from your daughter because you don’t trust me.” He nods once in agreement, his tone mild. “That’s fair, but…” He shakes his head with a clenched jaw. “I also can't turn my back on her.” His voice suddenly hardens, turns angry. “I won’t. Not when I know that every day her life is at risk. That the reason she’s always in danger and needs to be protected in the first place is because of the kind of businesses you run behind closed doors.”

You slam your drink on the table beside you and lunge for Eren before your father can react.

“Are you mad?!” you demand Eren vehemently, trying to play the role of the loyal daughter coming to her father’s defense. “You dare accuse my father—”

“Now, hold on, darling,” Ymir cuts you off, stepping in your path before you can properly get your hands on Eren. “I’d like to hear more about what Mr. Yeager has to say about the matter.”

You steal a nervous glance up at your father who keeps an arm around your middle to keep you in place. Ymir’s focus, however, never strays from Eren.

“Why?” you demand, haughty. “He clearly has no idea what he’s talking about.”

Eren's gaze cuts to you sharply. “I know enough!” he snaps back at you, refusing to be blindsided. “I know that people walk the other way when they see any of you walking down the street. I see their fear. And I know what happens to those that threaten your family.”

You fight back a grimace, thinking now he’s really done it, as a sinister smile begins to creep up across your father's lips.

“You speak of things that can get you killed,” Ymir tells Eren before leaving your side to approach him the way a wolf sizes up its prey before going in for the kill.

Sensing his impending doom, Eren rushes to explain, “Because I think you’re making a mistake.”

“A mistake?”

“Yes.”

You don't miss the way Eren passes saliva down his throat as Ymir’s six foot three figure closes the gap between them. But despite your father's height tactic—which you know he enjoys exploiting to intimidate and exert his dominance over his enemies—Eren doesn’t back down.

His voice remains steady as he tells your father, “I think I can be of better use to you if I remain by her side.”

You tsk in contempt so as to intervene. “As what? My guard dog?” You bark out a laugh. “Please. You have no survival skills whatsoever. You can’t protect anyone.”

Eren manages to look slightly smug as he turns to face you. “I saved you once before, didn’t I? I can easily do it again.”

That earns him a harsh scowl from you. “You acted out of stupidity, not skill.”

He lets out an irritated half laugh. “Then where were the rest of your ‘skilled’ guards when you needed them? I wouldn’t have had to jump in and save you if they had been doing their job in the first place.”

Before you can argue back, Eren turns to Ymir. “Sir, her friends are too loyal to her to go against her. If she gives the word, they’ll let her do whatever she wants, even when they know it poses a threat to her life. Just look at what happened today. They let her leave the house this morning when she was struggling to even walk!”

You scoff in disbelief, your blood boiling as you sense yourself losing further control of the situation. Because what the hell was happening right now? Was this how Eren was planning on securing his bet with you? By sabotaging your relationships and forcing his way into your life so you had no way of escaping him or his moral influences?

You turn on your father angrily, expecting him to put an end to this and back you up, only for you to find him standing a few feet away, busy pouring himself the drink Eren had interrupted him from preparing earlier before.

“Father!” you cry out impatiently, demanding his attention. “Are you seriously going to let him keep talking about this? Tell him to fuck off already!”

“Well, actually, darling…”

Ymir takes a languid drink of his liquor, the ice in his drink clinking against the glass with each slow and calculated step he makes back to his seat behind your desk.

“He has a point.”

You stare at your father for a long moment, dumbfounded, before your eyes drift back to Eren and you slowly start to connect the dots.

You shake your head, marching towards your father. “No. Absolutely not. That’s not why I brought him here!” You lean over the desk standing in between you and him. “His image is supposed to remain clean. If he’s seen in places he’s not supposed to be, working with people who—”

Ymir cuts you off with a wave. “That’s the least of my concern.” He leans back on his chair to evaluate Eren carefully from where he stands behind you. “What I want to know is just how far he’s willing to go to protect you.”

“As far as it takes,” Eren promptly answers, stepping forward. “Whatever she needs from me, I’ll do it.”

Your shoulders sag and you close your eyes in defeat as his response rewards Eren with a wicked grin from your father. “You would die for her?”

“Yes.”

Ymir raises an eyebrow. “Even…kill for her?”

A small noise of hesitation, like a strangled breath, escapes Eren's throat, snapping your eyes open. You twist towards him, noting his prolonged silence.

Only for you to find he’s already looking at you.

You try to look away, not wanting to get caught in those bright green eyes of his, but your body won’t cooperate. The way he’s looking at you is unnerving. Like he’s able to see past all your jagged edges and metal armor into the weary soul buried within.

Perhaps he can, because his eyes do not leave you as he answers your father with vast conviction, “If it meant saving her life, yes.”

You falter, breaking free from his gaze, as you feel something heavy unfurl in your stomach, and it takes you a moment to understand it's guilt. To hear that Eren would allow himself to be corrupted for your sake…

Your father laughs, deeply amused. “What deep devotion you spark in the hearts of men, Anya! Such bravery!”

His words cause you to flinch, but Ymir doesn't seem to notice. “You reckon he'd still feel the same way,” your father questions, “if I told him of all the countless hearts you’ve collected and buried deep underground?” You freeze, the color draining from your face as Ymir adds, “Of all the blood and death that follows wherever you go?”

You watch Eren’s expression fall, turn woeful, as he lowers his gaze to the floor, unable to look at you anymore.

“You did not know, did you?” Ymir asks Eren cruelly. “Of the murderous little creature she really is.”

Not wanting to hear Eren’s answer, you turn to your father angrily. “What is even the point of this? He’s not actually going to take part in—”

Eren cuts you off. “It doesn't matter,” he says tersely, trying to force himself to believe what he's saying, that he really doesn't care. And yet, he cannot control the unsteadiness you hear in his voice. Or the troubled look displayed across his face, expressing how much he’s struggling to override his moral code.

Your father notices it too. “Oh?” he asks Eren curiously. “It doesn’t, now?”

You try to step in, wanting to put an end to this. “Father—”

But Ymir is far from finished. With Eren still positioned on the opposite side of your desk from Ymir, your father leans towards him in his chair with keen fascination.

“Then you think someone like her—” He gestures to you standing to his right with an open hand. “—someone of her nature… is worth signing away your life for?”

Against your better judgement, you steal a glance over at Eren anxiously, awaiting his response.

He wouldn't agree to this. He couldn’t. Because despite what your father believes, Eren is very much aware of the kind of monster you are. You’ve killed in front of him, threatened his life countless of times. Plus, the only reason he told your father he knew what happened to people who betrayed your family was no thanks to you. Eren was distraught after learning what you’d done to Marlow. He wouldn't stake his life for someone capable of something like that. You were sure of it.

And yet…

Eren straightens, squares his shoulders. “She’s important to you, Sir,” Eren answers your father evenly, staring him down. “So, yes.” His eyes then lock with yours. “I believe she’s worth protecting.”

You stare at Eren in shock, completely taken aback, until you glimpse over at your father smiling up at him. As if what Eren said is exactly what he wanted to hear.

You turn away, feeling sick.

Ymir proceeds, oblivious to your growing restlessness. “Very well, Mr. Yeager. If you are so highly familiar with the framework of my organization, then you must know that if you do this, and you pledge your loyalty to us, there will be no going back.” With his elbows resting on the arms of his chair, Ymir claps his hands together like a businessman ready to seal a deal. “Do you understand that?”

Eren nods earnestly. “I have nothing left to lose.”

Your father glimpses over Eren's shoulder to where you stand glaring at him and Eren from afar, quietly seething. “Then you have your work cut out for you.”

Eren remains undeterred as he starts towards you expectantly, eyes glistening with joy. In his mind, he thinks he's won. Your father has granted him the permission and freedom to remain closer to you, which is what he wanted.

But you instantly draw back, maintaining your distance.

Eren halts, confused, and you ball your hands into fists at your sides. Hating how completely unaware he is of the triumphant grin plastered across your father's face behind him. Of the conniving plan your father surely has in store for him that will most likely cost him his life.

You shake your head at Eren with a look that’s equal parts pity and disappointment. “You’ve just made the worst mistake of your life.”

Before he can ask you anything more, you turn on your heels and storm out of the room. Overwhelmed with how trapped and powerless you feel. Because you can't shake off the reality of what's just happened. Of how, out of the three of you standing in that room, the only person walking out of there victorious here tonight was your father.

—

As you walk out of your study, the two guards standing outside the door join Eren and your father inside.

Not expecting your father to call you back in, but wanting to create distance between him incase he does, you make your way out of the hallway. As you try to slip away undetected, you catch a glimpse of your cadre waiting for you in the living room, looking concerned. But it's not them you're on the hunt for. You need to regain some sense of control again, and to face them now will only serve as a reminder that you in fact are not.

Unfortunately, Mikasa spots you first before you get the chance to make your getaway. “Anya! What happened?” she asks, coming to join you in the hallway. “Is everything alright?”

But it appears the events of tonight have begun to mess with your mind because all it takes is Mikasa’s Ackerman blood and resembling grey eyes to have you seeing Levi instead. The hallucination lasts only seconds, but it's enough to trigger you.

Mikasa draws back as your siren eyes, red with irritation, zero in on her. But it's too late for her now.

“Is everything alright?” you repeat dryly, taking predatory steps towards her. “Yeah, everything’s bloody brilliant! No thanks to your stupid cousin. It was him, wasn't it? He went running off to my father like a bloody snitch and exaggerated everything to make him come down here and investigate.” You reach out and yank her collar to pull her towards you. “Do you have any idea what this has cost me?”

Nimble footsteps sound behind you that might otherwise have gone unheard of if your senses weren’t as sharp and highly trained as they were.

“So then what would you have had us do?” Comes Sasha’s fiery retort. “Twiddle our thumbs and do nothing?”

You release Mikasa from your hold as you slide your attention over to Sasha and the rest of your circle who have followed behind her into the hallway.

Sasha faces you with arms crossed and a deep scowl on her face. “We thought the worst. You were gone for hours, and with no word from you—”

“That’s the fucking problem!” you exclaim in frustration. “Why? Why do you all suddenly doubt me? I always say I’m fine, don’t I? That I’ve got everything under control. But no one fucking listens to me!”

Connie bristles, stepping forward. “If you had just let us know you were leaving—let anyone know where you were really going—this wouldn't have happened!”

Your eyes pierce him like daggers. “If I had wanted you to know, I would have told you.”

“Anya,” Jean calls to you softly then, surprising you with the amount of hurt you hear in his voice.

Still, you turn to him irritably, expecting more retaliation. But when you find nothing but weariness on his face, his eyes soft and pleading, you feel like someone has suddenly doused you in a bucket of ice, cooling you down instantly.

“How can you still not trust us?” Jean asks you with a level of pain that ruins you. “We’ve been by your side for years. We do everything you ask. We don’t question you because we trust you. We will do anything for you, just as you've done for us.”

“You don't have to keep everything all to yourself,” Mikasa adds gently beside a remorseful looking Historia. “Let us carry the burden of your sins with you.”

For the briefest second, your anger and frustrations subside as your heart caves in to them, and it's like you can finally breathe again.

The bond you share with these people is a strange, but powerful one. Before you met them, you'd always carried with you this inexplicable sensation. Like you were searching for something, or someone, and that feeling never fully went away. It wasn't until you finally crossed paths and laid eyes on them that you knew with absolute certainty they were the ones you were searching for, the ones you were meant to find.

But the moment is cut too short.

From the corner of your eye, you catch sight of your father's men begin to approach your circle from down the hall. And with a clenched jaw, you stifle down the blinding rage that burns within you as you’re forced to watch them round up your people and start shoving them out the front door.

“Oi! What are you doing? Get off!” your cadre protest in alarm as you lean against a pillar near the front entrance, needing to see them off in a seemingly unbothered fashion.

“Oh, but haven't you heard?” you inform your cadre mildly amidst their confusion, folding your arms across your chest to keep your hands from drawing out your weapons and attacking your father's men. “My father has relieved you all of my command. You don't take orders from me anymore.”

Their stunned expressions is the last thing you see before your father's guards slam the door in their faces. Once they station themselves at the door, they finally turn to face you. One of them gives you a wolfish grin.

“Off to bed, princess,” he says mockingly. “You’re under curfew now.”

But your deadpan gaze wipes their stupid grins clean off their faces as they catch a glimpse of the danger lurking within, reminding them that you are not someone to be taken lightly. Something your father had failed to do.

Ymir was free to take everything away from you as he pleased. Everything, except your cadre. For better or worse, they had chained themselves to you. They were yours to keep and protect and command as you willed. Your father could not have them.

“Tell my father,” you say to his guards darkly, “if he thinks I’m going to take this all quietly, he is sorely mistaken.”

Leaving them to their post, you head upstairs in search of the man responsible for causing all this mess. You had seen Levi come inside with everyone else so you knew he was somewhere inside the house. The rooms you'd walked past in the hallway downstairs were all empty so you’re safe to assume he’s in his room upstairs.

As you climb the last set of stairs and round the corner leading to his bedroom, you can feel the fatigue of this day begin to catch up to you, urging you to turn back and rest. But the level of rage burning inside you was overflowing. It needed an outlet, and you were about to give it one.

19 notes · View notes

lingeriae · 8 months

Text

PUSSY TALK! FT AOT MEN

STARRING - CONNIE, ONY, ARMIN, EREN

SYNOPSIS - just aot men, and times they wanna eat you

WARNINGS - very suggestive (duh), boys being downbad, cursing, gramar errors, reader is black and female.

CONNIE

peering over the edge of your phone screen to see a very tired looking connie, his shoulder sagging as he makes his way towards you slowly. you allow him to push your legs apart and slot himself between them, landing on your tummy and rubbing his face agains the material of your (his) shirt. naturally your hands come to scratch his head, which is freed from his usual beanie, smiling at the soft hum he lets out because of the action.

"hi papa." you say with a soft voice, continuing to scratch his head while you scroll through your tumblr feed. he shifts momentarily the pressure on your stomach gone as he gets up but before you can question him you stiffen, the feeling of lips pressed against your cunt has your phone almost landing in your face as you sit up on your elbow to look down at connie. He presses his lips against it once more before pulling away with an exagerated 'mwah' which has your body heating up, and your thighs closing as you look at him with wide eyes.

connie licks his lips, leaning towards you and caging you into his forearms, his nose brushes against yours as he leans in to peck your lips. "you so nasty." you whisper, scrunching up your nose at him playfully.

he gives you a panty-dropping smile, dimples showing and all. "she looked like she wanted a kiss though." rolling your eyes, your arms move to wrap around his neck pulling him towards you so that you can kiss him. moaning into the kiss connie leans back, lifting up your legs which makes you fall back with a squeak, he licks his lips again when his honey coloured eyes drifts down to your pussy and back to your eyes.

"m' so hungry, mama. lemme eat your pussy, please?"

ONY

you can feel his eyes on you as you talk to your homegirls, drilling into the side of your head and making you feel warm all over. yall only fucked once, and it's like this undeniable tension between the both you since then. shifting on your feet you turn your head to look at him, rubbing your glossed lips together because of how good he looked.

white dress shirt tucked into his slacks with a few of the top bottons opened, his gold chain flashing brightly and matching the grills on the bottom row of his teeth that looked so good with his jaw-dropping smile. he was so shameless, not even attempting to hide the fact that he was staring at you, not giving the person infront of him a glance as he talked to them, no, he would rather have his eyes on stuck on you.

clearing your throat you turned back towards your friends who all had raised eye-brows and a amused look on their face. "girl please do not tell me yall about to fuck at this wedding." one of them said, laughing loudly as you bit your lips with a smile and played with the wine glass in your hand. you shook your head as you brought the glass to your lips, "bye, it's not even like that."

the table suddenly went quiet, and everyone looked over your shoulder with shocked looks on their face they started giggling which caused your face to scrunch up in confusion. "what's funny?"

they shook their heads looking at each other as they sipped on their wine, one of them waving behind you with a smirk. "hey ony." your back straightened as you felt his warmth surround you his chest pressed against your back causing your homegirls to look at you with wide eyes and smiles, you tried to feign ignorance continuing to drink your wine with a blank face.

"hey, girls."you could hear the smile in his voice, and by the way your friends were reacting you knew he was. he leaned down so that his mouth was beside your ear his chain brushing against your bare back causing a shiver to run down your spine. his next words not helping your case either.

"tell your lil friends buh-bye so I can eat your pussy, and stop playing with me."

ARMIN

armin was fidgety. spacing out way too oftenwhen eren or anyone else was asking him questions. everyone was over your house for some party, and you decided to dress to impress. weain a cute little dress that fitted your figure perfectly, not to mention the colour compliemented your sun-kissed skin very well.

his eyes were constantly scanning over the room, looking for you watching the way your glossed plump lips widened as you laughed at something sasha said. feelings eyes on your, you looked over at your boyfriend smile widening when you see his gaze already on you.

you excuse yourself and walk over to him, sitting on his lap a warmth fluttering through you when you feeling his hands immediately find their way to your waist. a strand of blonde hair is twirled around your finger repeatedly as you look down at him, cheeks flushed with a pretty blush and ocean blue eyes glossed over, his pretty pink lips pushed out almost in a pout-like manner. "hi blonde."

he kisses his teeth at your nickname, squeezing your waist as he leans up to kiss your lips only for you to press a finger to his lips. shaking your head with a smug look on your face, armin's eyebrow raising as he looked at you. "nope. spent way too long putting this make-up on, your not about to ruin it."

it's cute, the way you think he needs permission to kiss you. the way you think he ould actually care to listen to your words.

armin leans back, pushing up his hips to the 'fix them' which pulls a gasp from your lips. his lips curl up, head tilting as he looks you up and down with a glint in his eyes. "so I can't eat your pussy?"

your eyes widen at his words, slapping his chest which causes him to snort, looking at you through his lashes with amusement. "why are you so vulgar?" you hiss out moving to get up off his lap only for him to hold you down, you rub your lips together staring at him, feeling your pussy pulse at the way he looks at you.

"m not being vulgar. one way or another im gonna eat that pretty pussy, even if it 'ruins' your make-up."

your make-up was ruined btw!

EREN

coming up behind you eren delivers a slap to yout ass, squeezing the flesh and snickering at the way you cuss him out under your breath. it becomes silent as he takes in your attire, your bottom attire to be specific, his hand linger on your ass while the other comes up to rub your waist.

"this new?" he pinches the material of your tights between his finger, eyes glued to your ass and how nice it looked in the material. you hum, not paying him much attention as you wash the plates.

"yeah, you like it? got it offa temu for - eren!" the water splashes as you jump, erens hand cupping your pussy pressing as his face holds a smug look.

"yeah, makes your pussy look fat. your ass too." his voice is raspy, he applies pressure unto your cunt with one of his finger, smirking at the moan you let out. a mouth is on your neck and you unintentionally lean back as eren fingers you through the material of your new tights, you'd be sure to cuss him out later for ruin it but for now you feel too good to say anything.

his chest vibrate as he hums, burrying his head in your shoulder. "you smell good." whimpering at his words, the pace of his finger sped up and your back arched into him pawing at his wrist as you felt yourself getting close.

eren suddenly removed his finger, spinning you around, teal eyes almost seeming dark as he looked down at you, his fingers squeeze at your waist as he swallows.

"lemme eat you out, pretty please?"

6K notes · View notes

sunaluv · 1 year

Text

Come get your man, come get your man!

In which someone has an obvious crush on your man

Feat: suna, nagi, ran, eren

Ignore the pairings I’m indecisive lols

SUNA RINTARO

“Hey you’re suna’s girlfriend right?” You looked up to see a girl with a stretched smile looking at you expectedly.

“Yeah, what’s up?” You asked, seeing no reason to be hostile yet.

“So nice to meet you! I sit next to him in english, you could say he’s kinda my english boyfriend,”

Oh.

You knew suna was attractive and you had a feeling this was inevitable, but that does not stop the shock of the situation.

“He told me about you, said you had a weird sense of humor,” you replied with a tight lipped smile.

‘He didn’t say that, he just said she was weird’ you thought.

“Omg so he does talk about me! It’s so weird, he like totally ignores me but it’s nice to know he talks to others about me,”

Now you were more amused than anything.

“But anyways, the reason I wanted to talk to you, girl to girl is that I think he might be into me a bit-not trying to sabotage your relationship it’s just… if it was me, I’d want someone to tell me.” She sat down next to you, putting an hand on your arm in faux comfort.

A voice called her name “what are you doing here.”

Like a deer caught in headlight, the girl stammered over her words “suna, I was just talking to your girlfriend about us.”

“There is no ‘us’” he deadpanned.

You watched amused as she accused suna of leading her on, saying how she kept borrowing pencils from her, or not moving his knee all the time when they’d touch and other absurd accusations on why he’s into her.

When she stormed off embarrassed and heartbroken, he sat next to you.

“Why did you intervene? I was having fun getting to know your english girlfriend,” you teased making him groan.

RAN HAITANI

“Omg you’re so pretty!”

Your boyfriend was on the other side of the nightclub dealing with who knows what as you smiled at the girl who had been gassing you for the past 2 minutes.

“I’m so glad stinky old ran found such a beauty like you, how did he cuff you?” She looked around as if searching for someone before leaning in close to speak over the booming music of the club.

“Just asking to check, he told you about us right?”

What us? “No he didn’t, what’s up with that?”

She sent an apologetic look. “He was here last week and we kinda…hooked up. Im not trying to be a homewrecker I just thought you should know.”

This liar, last week he had flown out with you on holiday for the week. You had arrived two days ago due to his business needing him.

But she didn’t need to know that.

“Omg no way, he’s cheating on me!” You faked hurt.

“Im sorry girl, I-“

“Why are you like this,” Your boyfriends strong groan cut into your conversation.

“Stop lying to her ran, she doesn’t deserve this! Come clean right now, you and I hooked up in that bathroom last we-“

“We weren’t in the country last week, dumbass.”

She froze and as if piecing everything together, she was about to fume at you. You knew she was lying and embarrassed her like that.

“You sly little-“

Before she could finish, ran was already pulling you away from her and leading you towards the back of the nightclub.

“I hate you by the way,” he sulked before you could even begin to poke fun at him.

NAGI SEISHIRO

You stared at your boyfriends ringing phone next to you, then back to said man who was absentmindedly clicking on his keyboard.

“Baby can you get that for me?”

You agreed, pressing accept on the incoming call from a random girls name that you’ve heard in passing from Nagi himself, nothing to be worried about, quite the opposite actually.

He keeps complaining about how she won’t leave him alone, but you defended the girl you didn’t know, saying maybe she was friendly.

Answering the call, a pretty girl sat infront of the window, neck angled so that the gold light shined on her face.

She obviously wasn’t expecting to see you, as she quickly adjusted her position to a more casual setting.

“Uhm hello, you must be sei’s friend, can you put him on the phone?” She asked, not hiding her distaste that your man wasn’t the one answering the phone.

“Girlfriend,” you corrected. “And he’s busy right now, I can get him to call you back if you want,”

She glared at you seeing you not let down. “Okay I guess. Just tell him it’s KK calling, he’ll come to me.”

You sent her a challenging look before relaying the message to the man three meters away from you nice and loud so she can hear.

“Hang up.” You saw her eyes widen and didn’t bother to hide your smile.

“What was that?” You asked.

He repeated himself, not realising she could still hear him, but before you could hang up, she had already done it, too embarrassed to face the girl who has what she wanted.

“You see what I mean now?”

EREN YEAGER

You stood in between the spread legs of your boyfriend in the party hosts kitchen as his big arms held your back to his chest. His long legs kicked the cabinets as he swung his legs, staring down the girl stood across the room.

“Why are you staring at me?” She asked giggling seductively.

“You’re being weird.”

“Whatever,” she smiled, rolling her eyes.

You fiddled with the necklace eren bought you for your anniversary, which seemed to get her attention.

“Cute chain girl,” she covered her annoyance with intrigue. “Did yeager boy here get it for you?”

You sent her a look, nodding to confirm.

“Omg that reminds me of this one time when we went on holiday together, you remember that ‘ren? When you bought me that cute set?” She batted her eyelashes at him.

You knew exactly what she was doing and it wasn’t going to work. It’s such a shame she had to act like this too, she was pretty, you’ll admit.

You trusted your man, he gave you a head up about the girl who leeched on to him, warning you about all the lies and deception she would try to drill in your mind.

“That was back in Spain right? He bought a extras while looking for this one right?” You smiled at her innocently.

“Wowwww, you told her about me eren? I’m so flattered” if she was pissed, and you knew she was, she didn’t show it.

“Mhm he told me all about you, about how you leech on to him at any chance you get.”

She let out loud, forced laughter “she’s a funny one yeager, make sure you keep a tight leash on this one.” She looked at you and you swore you saw her eye twitch.

The pair of you stayed silent as you watched her aggressively walk back towards the party.

“You’re better than me you know, if any of your guy friends started to act like that I would’ve beat his ass,”

You chuckled, turning in his hold to face him. “Good thing you were holding me because one more second and I would have.”

God he was so in love with you.

16K notes · View notes

chrollohearttags · 5 months

Text

aot boys + ovulation week (feat. armin, eren, ony, connie, jean and reiner)

exactly as it sounds, another one of my early morning thoughts getting the best of me..a little drabble, nothing more lmao! This is also filthy

content + themes: black coded reader, ovulation, pregnancy mentions, breeding kink, squirting, masturbation, birth control, brief mentions of anal sex, spit play, fingering and some other thingsss

📝: this literally came to me out of nowhere. They are not fact or gospel, just my own opinion. But I could be wrong, feel free to change it how you please.

* . °•★|•°∵ ∵°•|☆•° .** . °•★|•°∵ ∵°•|☆•° .** . °•★|•°∵ ∵°•|

eren • the tease: the second he gets wind that you’re ovulating, it’s almost as if he takes the shit as a challenge. He doesn’t directly say anything but he notices the signs fairly quickly. The way you clench your thighs together when he’s around, flustering when he has no shirt on, etc. he finds it so cute in fact that he can’t help but to make your life harder. It’s not a matter of if you’ll cave to your urges but when and he definitely tries to speed up the process. Smirking once he realizes why you’re acting so strange. Walking around the house in gray sweatpants with no boxers, touching you even more so than he already does and is just incredibly flirtatious. Even grabbing your waist as he walks past you in the kitchen. “What’s wrong, princess? You look a lil’ tense, c’mere.” “I’m fine, Eren. I promise..” but he knows better than that when he catches you touching yourself because he happened to say something in passing earlier in the day that turned you on. (mind you: he called you a ‘good girl’ whilst the two of you were doing your morning workouts because you finished a set) but he doesn’t care..now that he sees you writhing around, spreading yourself open and stuffing those nimble little fingers in that dripping pussy, he’s glad to come help. “Look at you..so cute. I knew it.” And you’re in for it now because it doesn’t take long before he’s got you in his lap, back pressed to his chest with your legs spread completely apart as his larger digits are now thrashing around inside of you with a thumb on your clit and he’s whispering in your ear. Pinching your nipples and even kissing on your neck whilst he watches you turn into a drooling mess. “…You just needed me to come help you out. I’m right here..let daddy take care of you, baby..imma stretch that shit out. Use all them’ pretty holes..how’s that sound?”

armin • the sneak: he’s not dumb by a long shot! If anybody can sense when it’s that week for you, it’s him. The brainiac even has it down to a science..even if you don’t tell him, he can guess from the time you’re off your cycle till then. And once he does guess correctly, he’s on the hunt then and you’re his prey. He tries to use reverse psychology and all the other nonsense to lure you in. He clearly sees you’re trying to avoid him and not cave because he knows you’ll pounce like a wild animal the second you do. He’ll say things along the lines of: “it’s okay, sweetheart. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” Or “..I just thought you looked so pretty today, that’s all. I couldn’t help myself but I understand. We can wait until you’re ready.” After an intense makeout session that stops right before things get too far gone. And while he’s playing his little innocent act, you're frothing between your thighs and praying that he rips your clothes off right then and there. He also gets a kick out of seeing you get aroused by the simplest things. For example, when he’s fixing something in the house and his veins protrude from his hands and you wish it was your throat he was squeezing. It doesn’t take two hours, less known a week for you to give in and all but beg him to fuck you! And he’s excited because this man all but dreams of getting you pregnant! “I’ll give you whatever you want, sweetheart..all you have to do is ask.” Declaring as you find yourself on your knees, swallowing his dick whole (because he knows it gets you so wet) before he lightly cups your chin and fills your mouth with spit before rewarding you with a kiss. “Might even put a baby in you..you’ll look so fucking good.”

onyakopon • the pleasure dom: this man…this man right here. You might as well be prepared to block his damn number because he’ll have you ready to live in his skin when it’s all said and done. He knows you’ll try to evade him and act as if you’re just busy but he knows. He can tell you’re nervous around him or not wanting to make eye contact but he wants you to admit it. Tell him what it is that’s really on your mind. “What you acting so shy ‘round me for? Don’t be like that, ma. I’m your man. You can tell me anything.” As if he doesn’t already know you want him to use you as a fleshlight and make you come until you’re seeing stars. That much is apparent by the way you’re rubbing up on his chest, twirling his gold chain and biting the tip of your finger whilst you’re laying in bed. “What’s up with you, mama? Sum’ on your mind? Tell me what you want..” And it doesn’t take him long to deduce or figure things out when you start to move that hand lower towards his gym shorts. Naturally, he strives to give you exactly what you want so moments later, he’s between your thighs, allowing you to rub on his head; wrapped with a silk durag as he devours your pussy. Sucking and lapping on your clit…drinking in your juices. He knows you get wet but it’s not even a full ten minutes of him pleasuring you that you found yourself squirting into his mouth. Of course, there isn’t a single complaint from your man. He lives for it! “Lemme have that shit..c’mon, baby.” Adamant on the fact that he’s not coming up until he’s certain you’re satisfied. Fuck his own pleasure. And once he sets you atop his dick, bouncing you up and down, he’s focusing solely on you. On your orgasms, on the way your body reacts and especially how much you’re gushing down his shaft with those creamy juices. Squeezing him so tight as if you don’t want to let go. “Take that dick, baby..get your nut. That’s all I’m worried ‘bout right now. Get your fucking nut.”

connie • the freak: mr. constance shows no restraint as is but when you’re ovulating, it goes from bad to worse. Because he knows you won’t hold back either. So nothing is off limits! Every position, every kink, every type of nasty, salacious thing you can think of, he’s using this week as a means to let them all out. Your sex drive is super high so he’s matching your energy tenfold. “Imma fuck the shit out you, wait till I get home.” Vowing with conviction when you send him videos and texts throughout the day filled with freaky treats. The stuff you’re saying to one another is down right deplorable but you love every moment of it. He gets especially excited when you send him a small clip of you touching yourself and the web of arousal is twirled around your nails. You find yourselves engaging in every debaucherous activity possible from letting him bend you over the kitchen counter, legs spread open as he pounds you relentlessly..hands on your throat, hand roped between your thighs as it strokes your clit and you’re so sensitive, he loves it. He’s kissing on your neck, telling you how pretty you look. It’s bliss for the both of you. But then things intensity and Connie is NAWT playing. When you keep begging him for more, he doesn’t hesitate. He does everything he can to fulfill your filthy urges. Exploring every kink that you guys have wanted to try. Sucking toes, spitting in your mouth, fucking your throat..he’s using every hole you have. Even that one..he may even throw some liquor or weed into the mix and things really get fun. “Open that shit up, baby. That ass feels so fucking good. Love how nasty you get f’r me..” y’all literally never rest when that week rolls around!

jean • the bedroom bully: jean is a whole lover boy, no doubt..but he’s lowkey a bully in bed! Jean sort of likes it rough and he lovesss that you never shy away from telling him how you’re feeling…sometimes! When you’re ovulating, it depends on how you’re acting and how he’ll proceed. If he knows you’re in the mood and you’re being a bit more aggressive than usual, he’s with it. He’s loving that you’re tugging at his belt buckle, begging to suck him off.. “yeah, baby? That’s what you want? So what are you waiting for…suck this fucking dick.” Petting your head on the way down and trust, he’s not gentle about it. Even making you hold it in place.. “this is what you wanted, right? For me to treat you like a little slut? C’mon, baby..answer me.” Slapping your cheek in the process. If he’s feeling extra rude, he might deprive you. If you’re acting a little shy, he’s gonna find out what’s going on. He’s aware that you can’t control yourself and he doesn’t hold it against you (but he certainly exploits it!) When he sees you on your phone and acting a little secretive, he gets curious..only to find out you’ve been watching porn and he had a field day! “You’re really something else this week..” Pushing you against a wall, shoving his fingers into your panties and roughly grasping your chin as he forces you to keep eye contact. “What’s this? Can’t even wait for me, huh? That’s alright, I’ll take care of you.”

reiner • the breeder: good god, need I say more?! This man’s breeding kink stays on go as is but when ovulation week rolls around, you have to all but lock his ass out of the house because he’s going to be on you so bad and honestly, you want it. You want him just as desperately so you have to be the one to exercise caution because you know he won’t! You’re up against the kitchen counter or folding laundry and he’s all up on you..touching, kissing and licking on every inch of your skin, just not wanting to let go.. “Reiiii, baby..we can’t, not right now.” Whole time, you’re dripping between your thighs, your nipples are erect and you even find yourself whimpering and rutting yourself against him. “Really, sugar? Because the way you’re grinding on my dick says otherwise.” And it’s on from there, you cave! You cave bad..allowing him to bend you over right there, hoisting your skirt up and fucking you like an animal. You’re both so unhinged and primal; moving about the house in different positions, getting filled in each spot. He’s filled you with so much cum, he can barely even stay in it. You’re scratching at his back, faintly grasping him because you’re terribly overstimulated. “C’mon, darling. You can take one more f’r me. You’re gonna look so good when I fill you up..give you my baby.”

3K notes · View notes