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[darypeacher]

[xytoose]

just sum submissive hange fanarts

im lowkwy going crazy now.

[prettygyalkay]

fratboy!eren couldn’t help his jealousy when you stopped texting him after you two landed an excellent score on your chem project.

he couldn’t help the late nights he spent in his dorm,

watching the video of you arched, your ass jiggling onto his pelvis as velvet moans spilled from your full lips,

watching the video of your legs locked around his neck, your stomach sinking in as his lips wrapped around your clit,

watching the video of your swollen lips wrapped around his red tip..

fratboy!eren fell for nerd!reader.

nerd!reader’s ability to keep your composure around him, the way you were able to walk straight past him despite the fact that you two made love (more like fucking to you) countless of times two weeks ago,

fratboy!eren met his match.

so he couldn’t help his jealousy when he saw you laughing it up with a 6 feet blond man with hazel eyes.

that man just so happened to be star athlete!reiner.

[loulovesshiganshina]

AOT Boys As Toxic!Exes That Can't Let You Go || Toxic!Attack on Titan x Reader

Levi Ackerman

You're the one thing in his life he can't seem to think rationally about.

You've been off and on for years, but this breakup? You swore you wouldn’t go back. And for the first few months, it worked. You contacted old friends, started new hobbies. You didn’t forget Levi, but you stopped associating him with love and started thinking of him as background noise, a dangerous form of entertainment.

He did not see it that way. “You’re mine,” he said the first time he cornered you outside the café you’d been hiding in. “Always have been, always will be. These breaks… they’re just part of the process.”

You laughed, but the laugh felt sharp in your chest. You wanted to argue, wanted to tell him to leave, wanted to breathe. Instead you let him watch, arms crossed, hair perfectly messy, the streetlight catching a glint in his cold eyes.

And just when you thought you were free, he came to pick you up after work. You’d arranged an Uber—you weren’t going back, not this time—but when he appeared on the sidewalk, leaning against his motorcycle like it was part of him and part of the city itself, your fingers froze on your phone.

“Levi… I—” you started, because words were easier than turning your back.

He stepped forward, slow, deliberate. “Don’t. You’re not going anywhere until I say so.”

Your heart slammed in protest, a mixture of irritation and something dark, tempting, familiar. You wanted to tell him to fuck off, but the way he smelled, the way he moved, it was a physical pull you weren’t ready to resist.

And as the Uber drove away, leaving you standing in the glow of the streetlight, you realized: some things weren’t meant to be left alone.

Jean Kirstein

He calls at 2 a.m. on a Tuesday because he had a nightmare about you. He swears it’s not manipulation, but you’ve learned the difference. His timing is impeccable, always exactly when you’ve started forgetting how he twists your heart.

You’ve tried moving on. You’ve tried dating other people, focusing on school, work, literally anything to stop thinking about him—but Jean has a way of making you question your sanity. “You’re really okay with leaving me like this?” he asks over the phone. His voice is soft, almost broken, but the underlying accusation hits you like a punch.

He remembers everything. Every dumb fight, every small insult you regret giving, every time you let him push you too far. And he stores it all like evidence against you. “Remember when you said I was selfish? You hurt me,” he’ll whisper. Not once, but multiple times, carefully, like he’s testing you.

The guilt eats at you. You don’t even want to text him back, but you do, because it’s easier to soothe the screaming feeling in your chest than to let him have it all. And once you reply, the floodgates open:

“I know you’re happy without me, but are you really? Or are you just pretending?”

“I can’t stop thinking about us. I don’t want anyone else to have you.”

“You left me, but I’ll wait. I always wait. You can’t escape me.”

And it’s always framed as care. Concern. Worry. He’s never openly threatening, never physically imposing like Levi, but the psychological grip is just as strong. You start to second-guess yourself: maybe you’re being unfair, maybe you did leave him wrong, maybe you could just… come back.

When he appears in person, casually leaning against a wall outside your favorite coffee shop, hands in his pockets, the world slows. “Hey,” he says. His grin looks innocent, tired, but there’s an edge there. “I just wanted to make sure you’re okay. You’re really sure you don’t need me?”

You’re not sure. And that’s exactly what he wants. Because even if you resist, even if you run, Jean Kirstein knows how to make you feel guilty for wanting to be free.

Eren Yeager

He vanishes. One day he’s texting like everything’s fine, the next he’s gone for days, maybe weeks. No explanation. No warning. Just silence. And then, just when you’ve stopped expecting him, he’s there, right in front of you, like he owns the space you’ve built for yourself.

“You think you can just forget me?” he growls the first time he shows up outside your apartment, fists clenching as if the world itself conspired to keep you apart. He’s not asking; he’s accusing. You try to say something, but the words die in your throat. He’s always one step ahead.

He has this way of making you feel responsible for his chaos. If he’s angry, it’s your fault. If he’s distant, it’s your fault. If he storms out, disappears, ignores you—your fault. “You make me feel like this,” he says. “Do you even know what you do to me?”

And yet, when he softens, when the anger fades, it’s magnetic. He’ll sit close, lean in, touch your shoulder, whisper “I can’t let you go. Not again.” You know he’ll hurt you again, but something in you aches to stay, even for a second.

Eren is storms and fires, a constant threat wrapped in the illusion of protection. He’ll push you to the edge of your patience, make you scream, make you cry, make you want to run—and then pull you back like it’s inevitable. “You’re mine,” he says, voice low, tense, almost pleading. “I don’t care what you say. You can try, but you can’t leave me behind.”

He doesn’t ask permission. He doesn’t negotiate. He disappears. He returns. He destroys and rebuilds. And somehow, some horrifying part of you waits. Because you remember the moments where he loved you so fiercely it left scars of longing as deep as his anger.

Armin Arlert

He acts like he is the only one thinking clearly. You left him, but in his mind it was your mistake not his. He talks to you like every choice you make outside of him is wrong. “I just don’t understand why you would leave me like this” he says, voice soft but insistent. You start to question yourself, wonder if you were too harsh, too impulsive, too selfish.

He remembers every detail of your relationship and uses them like weapons. Every argument, every small slight, every time you cried. “Do you remember when you said you hated how I worried about you?” he asks, tilting his head, almost innocent. “Do you know how that hurt me” he adds quietly and you feel your chest tighten because yes you do, but now he’s holding it over you.

He shows up at places you thought were safe, always with some excuse, always soft, always apologetic, always just enough guilt to make you reconsider walking away. “I didn’t know you were upset with me I thought you were okay” he says, eyes wide and honest but sharp in his intent. You tell yourself you are done, but his presence makes the weight in your stomach pull you back.

He manipulates your empathy. Every sigh, every quiet frown, every word he says is loaded. You want to be the bigger person, to tell him no, to walk away, but every time you try he has a way of making it feel like betrayal. “You used to care about us, what happened to that” he whispers and suddenly leaving him feels cruel.

Armin never storms, never raises his voice, never forces you to obey. His poison is quiet. He waits for your guilt to grow. He waits for your conscience to fail. He waits until you are so tangled up in what you owe him that you forget what freedom felt like.

Connie Springer

He is chaos wrapped in a grin. You broke up and thought it would stick, but Connie has a way of showing up in the most inconvenient moments, always smiling like nothing is wrong. “Hey, you’re really not gonna talk to me?” he asks, voice light, but there is tension under it, an expectation that you will cave.

He uses familiarity to wear you down. Every inside joke, every nickname, every memory you shared becomes a chain. “Remember that time we stayed up all night talking? You laughed so hard you cried. That was us. Are you really okay leaving that behind?” You want to argue but your chest tightens and the words die.

He is persistent. He calls. He texts. He shows up outside your new favorite hangouts. Each time it feels like a test. “I just want to see you. Just for a minute. Is that too much to ask?” And somehow it never is, because your walls crumble a little each time.

He doesn’t even realize the hold he has over you. He smiles, shrugs, acts casual, but everything about him screams ownership. You know it is toxic. You know you should resist. But he’s everywhere you are, and every time you try to resist, your heart betrays you.

Reiner Braun

He is the guilt you can never shake. Reiner shows up as concern, as protection, as someone who just wants to help, and before you know it you are questioning your own choices. “I just don’t understand why you won’t let me in” he says, voice steady but heavy with accusation.

He uses responsibility to trap you. Every time you fail, every time you hesitate, every time you falter, he reminds you, subtly, painfully, that you owe him. “I carried so much for you back then. You don’t think that matters?” He says it as a statement not a question and you know you cannot argue.

He disappears for days at a time and when he returns it is always with some excuse and a heavy expectation of forgiveness. “I didn’t want to bother you. I just thought you’d understand why I had to leave.” And of course you do, because that is the problem. You always do.

Reiner is slow, deliberate, relentless. He builds guilt like walls, surrounds you with it, and waits until you are trapped under the weight. And even when you try to walk away, he does not need to chase. He knows you will feel responsible enough to stay.

Erwin Smith

He is strategy, control, and inevitability. Breakups with Erwin feel like you are defying logic, like every action you take to separate from him is a mistake you cannot explain. “You really think you can do this without me?” he asks, sharp, commanding, and the question makes your stomach twist because yes you think you can, but there is an edge of fear in his tone that makes you pause.

He studies you. He knows your patterns, your weaknesses, your defenses, and he waits for the exact moment to strike. “I’ve seen how you handle things alone. You falter. You struggle. Why make it harder than it has to be?” He frames his obsession as guidance. You feel like a fool for arguing, for even considering your freedom.

He uses logic and charm like weapons. Every plan, every observation, every “concerned” word is designed to make you doubt yourself. “It is clear you think leaving is the right choice. But have you thought about what that truly means? About what you lose?” You know he is right. You know it terrifies you.

With Erwin, the toxicity is calm, methodical, suffocating. He makes you feel like running is impossible because he has already calculated every step you would take. And when he steps close, calm, collected, hand brushing yours in some small, casual gesture, you realize freedom was always a lie.

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[desariart]

Mikasa Ackerman from Attack On Titan

[cultabel]

"Give up on your dreams and die."

[104cadetlauren]

The Tragedy of Levi and Hange

A Further Look into the Duty vs. Love Aspect of Their Relationship

Levi and Hange’s relationship was so subtle that if you weren't paying close attention, or if you’re someone who takes a scene at face value without digging deeper, you might miss it entirely.

Sometimes, people are so blind (or in denial) that even when there are romantic undertones, they dismiss them simply because the characters don’t blush, don’t openly express affection, or never say, "I love you."

I’m tired of hearing parts of the fandom invalidate or undermine Levi and Hange’s relationship—whether platonic or romantic—just because it lacks conventional displays of love. So please, let me explain why I believe Isayama designed their dynamic the way he did, especially through a military lens. (My father is a retired soldier, so I know a thing or two about this.)

When it comes to the Levi x Hange ship, we’ve often discussed how they always chose duty over personal desires. But when we say their relationship is about Duty vs. Love, what do we really mean?

One of the great tragedies of Levi and Hange’s bond is exactly that: they consistently chose duty over everything else, even their own feelings.

When analyzing ships in Attack on Titan, we often forget that these characters are, first and foremost, soldiers. Being a soldier is deeply ingrained in both Levi and Hange's identities (veterans). After serving in the military for over a decade (as of Season 4), it’s only natural that their personalities reflect military conduct and core values. It has been ingrained to them by Shadis and Erwin and their experiences.

This contrast becomes particularly evident in Season 4 of Attack on Titan, when Levi is a Captain and Hange is a Commander. As high-ranking officers of the Survey Corps, their dynamic shifts. The playful banter disappears. Levi stops calling Hange "Four Eyes." Hange becomes more serious, she even abandons her signature goggles for plain glasses.

So why all the subtlety?

In the military, there’s a term: Conflict of Interest. This arises when a service member’s personal relationships—family, friendships, romantic attachments—could compromise their professional judgment. In Season 4, Hange and Levi were exactly that: The Commander and Captain of the Survey Corps, which means, they are the highest ranking officers of the Survey Corps, the ones who provide decisions and leads the SC.

After Erwin’s death, they had no choice but to rely on each other more. They became each other’s confidants, both thrust into roles they weren’t fully prepared for. Becoming military leaders of a new Paradis.

It was no longer just about Titans; it was diplomacy, alliances, and surviving a world beyond the Walls. And amidst all this chaos, they were forced to confront not just their enemies, but their own feelings. A quiet, internal war: loyalty morphing into love, yet restrained by duty. Both felt it. Both buried it.

Before, they could hide behind their roles. But now the stakes were higher. The consequences greater. Giving in, even slightly, would risk scandal and speculation. As high-ranking officers, even a glance could be misread. Remember how Floch looked at Levi with disgust when he thought Levi chose Armin over Erwin due to personal bias? In truth, Levi denied his feelings. Had he followed his heart, he would have chosen Erwin, the easier choice emotionally. But he didn’t.

This is why, if Levi and Hange ever surrendered to their feelings, no matter how objective their decisions were, the shadow of personal bias would taint them. Their affection would be politicized. And they couldn’t risk that. Not with enemies outside the Walls. Not with their own people divided. Not when unity was fragile.

So, if you’re wondering why the romantic undertones of their relationship only surfaced when the story was nearing its end, it’s because by then, everything had already fallen apart. Their ranks meant nothing anymore. The Yeagerists labeled them as traitors. The Survey Corps was fractured. The world was literally ending.

Excuse my French, but shit had already hit the fan.

Hange killing her own comrades to protect a wounded (almost dying) Levi, the IFKK scene, Levi’s "unrequited love" line, the final salute—these moments came one after another because they could finally express themselves without the burden of conflict of interest.

But Levi and Hange’s relationship was always meant to end in tragedy.

They had suppressed their emotions for so long, they didn’t know how to express them anymore. Their gestures were always near-misses. They were running out of time.

Hange was the one who came closest to expressing affection toward Levi during the IFKK scene, but there was still unfinished business with Paradis and the Yeagerists. Then Eren declared the Rumbling, forcing them out of the forest faster than they expected. Once again, they had to bury their feelings and choose duty by forming the alliance.

A sliver of hope appeared. The alliance was formed. They had the flying boat. Levi was adamant, he was ready to address what happened back in the forest. He wanted Hange to know how he felt. Hence, the unrequited titan love line. But Hange already had a foreboding feeling. So, she pulled an Erwin. And guess what? Floch appeared and shot the gas tank of the flying boat, forcing Hange to stay behind and buy them time.

During their final conversation, just before Hange went on to fulfill her duty while the flying boat’s tank was being repaired, I believe Levi succeeded in telling her how he felt. Not in a romantic way, but in a way that a soldier like her would understand. (What do you want them to do? Kiss? In front of the kids and while Colossal Titans are literally marching toward them??? That’s so OOC for these two veterans—even I, a Levihan shipper, would cringe.)

Instead, Levi saluted her. A modified, deeply personal military salute—an unspoken confession of love and respect. And Hange understood.

And then, of course, she died after that.

Levi and Hange were always soldiers first. Isayama crafted their relationship to reflect that truth. And for me, it’s beautiful because it stayed so true to their characters. It ended in tragedy, but it was still beautiful. Like Akuma no Ko’s lyrics : The world is cruel, And yet I still love you.

In the end, we’re left with the same uncertainty they lived with. A quiet space filled with unspoken feelings. Maybe we’re not meant to have clear answers about what they were, because they never got them either.