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[angelltheninth]

Levi Ackerman Cleans You Up After Sex

"Disgusting." Levi scoffed as he reached for the tissues to clean the cum of his freshly drained cock. "Why does sex have to feel so good but be so gross?" It really baffled him. Just the sight of your pussy dripping onto the sheets was nearly enough for him to tell you to close your legs.

When he was done he grabbed your hips to flip you over. You smirked up at him as you spread your legs open at let all that thick cum flow onto the sheets that he so carefully folded that morning. Sheets that were now ruined, one side hanging off the bed, the other side still a little bunched up from where you gripped it with your fists.

This was without a doubt his least favorite part of sex. But it was also hot in way, on the deepest, most primal level.

"Levi, look at all the mess you made." You teased him before he got a new tissue and moved his hands between your legs. But you slapped it away and took some of the cum on your fingers and into your mouth. Levi looked at with contempt.

"Stop that." He pulled your hand away and pinned it beside your head.

You grinned wider. "What? I'm just cleaning up the mess."

"Leave that to me. You should relax." He commanded as he applied gentle pressure on your abused pussy. As careful as he was to not touch your sensitive clit he still brushed it accidentally. "Excuse me. I'm trying to be thorough."

"It's fine. I never mind it when you touch me." You still let out a quiet whimper when he pressed his fingers inside slightly, intent on cleaning all of you, every part he made dirty.

Ko-Fi | Rules | Fandoms and Characters

[zraiusxo]

omg your armin college au was so good! i would love to see a part 2!

♡ part 1. warnings: 18+ content, smut mdni, oral sex (f. receiving), soft dom armin, connie cockblocking, ends before orgasm. reader discretion is advised. nsfw under the cut. not proofread. credits to @ маша мышка on tiktok as inspiration for this fanfic.

Armin Arlert College AU ♡

The door shut with a loud slam, and the loud music and people's chatters outside became a distant, thumping heartbeat. The bright of hallway light leaked through the door frame, not enough to see clearly— but enough to feel everything.

His breath hitched as he took a small step backward, bumping into a stack of shoes on the floor. You heard him mutter something under his breath. He was flustered.

You didn’t move.

He stayed pressed near the opposite wall, as far from you as the closet allowed— shoulders stiff, posture closed off, as if even the sound of your breathing might shatter his balance. His hands were shoved into the front pocket of his jeans, fists clenched.

He wasn’t looking at you. Mmm, yeah not really.

And then there was the way his blue eyes flickered to you and away again like you were a fluorescent light that burned too bright. That was cute. His little glances. And the way his cheeks flushed bright red.

But you didn’t say anything at first. Just leaned back against the wall, letting the quiet stretch long enough for him to get uncomfortable in it.

Eventually, he cracked.

“I, um... I didn’t think it would land on me,” he said, adjusting his glasses. “The bottle. I mean.”

You raised a brow. “Is that a bad thing?”

He let out a dry, awkward laugh before frantically shaking his head. “No— no. Not that. I just... I wasn’t really expecting—”

“Me?”

He hesitated before nodding. “...yeah.”

You let a small smile grace your lips. “That’s fair. I wasn’t expecting you, either.”

He looked at you fully this time. There was a split-second delay, then a thoughtful sort of look settled over his face.

“You’re different,” he muttered, “From everyone here.”

Your gaze softened upon meeting his solemn blue eyes before tilting your head to the side. “Different how?”

He was silent for a few seconds, but he answered thoughtfully. “You carry yourself like you don’t owe anyone your time.”

Your eyes widened a little, eyelashes fluttering as you blinked, surprised at how accurate that was.

Armin stammered, the warmth creeping up the tips of his ears. “And I don’t mean that in a bad way!" he stuttered, "I just— when you confidently walked in at the start of the semester, when people started giving attention to the new pretty girl who transferred out from her east coast academy to this public university, I thought... yeah, she's too good for this, she’s not gonna give a shit about any of it. The parties. The chaos.”

You listened before shrugging without giving much though. “Well, it’s not that I don’t give a shit. It’s just... different. From what I'm used to, I mean.”

He nodded like he understood. And he probably did. There was something in his perceptive gaze that made you feel like he watched more than he ever said.

“I’ve been to a lot of parties,” you said. “But they were the kind with champagne and waitstaff. Dress codes. People name-dropping hedge funds instead of screaming lyrics and jumping on furniture.”

Armin cracked a dorky little smile at that. “So this is culture shock.”

“A bit.”

You both laughed quietly, more comfortable with each other now.

Then he let out a shaky exhale, like he was trying to say something without saying it.

“I don’t really fit in here either,” he mumbled with a quiet voice, biting the inside of his cheek. “Not really.” “You seem to be doing fine.” You reassured.

“Only because I have Eren.” he muttered. “He drags me to these things. I think he likes the idea of making me more... socially competent.”

You smirked. “Has it worked?”

Armin looked at you for a second, eyes trailing the delicate curve of your lips before flicking back up to your eyes. That didn't go unnoticed.

“No,” he admitted honestly. “Not even a little.”

That pulled out a hearty laugh from you, rosy cheeks lifting as you allowed yourself to smile genuinely.

He was still stiff though. Still holding back. You could feel it in the air, the way he kept shifting like he didn’t know what to do with the tension winding between you both.

So you said it plainly.

“You’re nervous.”

Armin swallowed, nodding his head yes. “Yeah. I am.”

You stepped a little closer.

“Why?”

His voice dropped just barely. “Because you’re... kind of a dream girl.”

You blinked.

He rushed to explain, waving his hands around. “Not in, like, a cliché way. I just mean— God, this sounds stupid— I mean, you’re smart, kind and beautiful. You’re always so calm. Always so prim and proper and elegant." He rambled on. "You don’t try to get people’s attention. Because you already have it. Without doing anything. That kind of thing just... doesn’t happen in real life, you know?”

Your lips parted slightly. It caught you off guard, the honesty in it. The transparency. It wasn’t just some throwaway party line— he meant it.

“You could’ve had anyone,” he added, voice quieter now as he tried to claim his racing heart. “...and I still don’t get how I’m the one standing here. With a girl like you.”

There was a pause.

Then you took one step closer— not much, just enough for him to hear the softness in your voice without it getting swallowed by the coats around you.

“I’m standing here because I want to.”

Armin blinked.

You let it sink in, let him feel the truth in it.

“And you don’t need to say the right thing,” you added, “Or act a certain way. Just be you. That’s enough.” A small little grin crept up your lips, placing a hand on his tense shoulder.

For a long second, he just stared at you with cheeks flushed with a bright red. Chest rising, lips slightly parted, eyes dark and overwhelmed.

Then—

“…Fuck it."

And then Armin Arlert— awkward, sweet, nervous Armin— reached for you. And then he kissed you. It was clumsy for half a second— teeth knocking a little. You moaned softly into his mouth as your back hit the wall, and his hands flew to your waist. You could feel how warm his palms were, trembling a little even as he held you.

His tongue licked into your mouth, hesitant at first, then deeper— and the second you felt the cool metal of his tongue piercing slide against yours, your knees buckled.

You whimpered before you could stop it from escaping your lips, slick with his and your saliva mixed.

He pulled back just enough to whisper, warm breath ghosting against your skin. “You like that?”

His voice had dipped lower. Still a little shy, but there was something else there now.

You nodded, dazed. “Yes.”

Then, silently, he dropped to his knees.

Your breath hitched. “Armin...”

“I want to,” he said, almost under his breath. “Please let me.”

His fingers were warm as they slid under your skirt, pushing it up to your waist gently— like he was unwrapping something sacred.

He was quiet the whole time.

Not because he didn’t want to say anything, but because he couldn’t.

Because it was his mouth that was too busy worshiping your body.

He kissed your thigh first. Then closer. Then right over your panties—just soft, tentative touches at first, like he was easing himself into it. You were already soaked, and when he noticed that, he exhaled slowly, like he couldn't believe it.

You braced yourself against the wall, breathing shallow.

He didn’t say anything filthy. He didn’t need to. His reverence was loud enough.

His fingers reached your panties. He paused, looking up at you with half-lidded blue eyes in between your thighs.

“Can I take these off?” he asked.

Your breath hitched before reaching down to tangle your fingers in his hair, and you nodded. "Please."

Armin bit his lower lip, fingers hooking around the band of the lace and slid it down slowly down your legs, holding it in his hand for a moment before shoving it the back pocket of his jeans. At first, it was experimental. His tongue stroked carefully, as if reading your body’s language— where your thighs trembled, where your breath hitched. When you moaned quietly, his hands tightened around your thighs.

He didn’t talk much. Barely muttered a thing. But every now and then, he made these soft, appreciative noises. A groan when your hips bucked. A sigh when you gasped his name.

The barbell of his tongue piercing caught your clit just right, a contrast of cold metal and soft warmth. That feeling. It had you bucking your hips into his face, body twitching and moaning his name. "Ar.. hng- minnnh..."

His tongue moved in slow circles, the coolness of the metal brushing your clit over and over, dragging filthy little sounds from you that you couldn’t keep in. You tried to stay quiet— but the way he flicked and sucked and moaned against your cunt… It was obscene. You tugged at his hair— gently at first, then harder when he licked harder, deeper, right against where you needed it most. Your moans were choked and desperate. Tears started to well up at the corner of your eyes. "Hngh.. ah! Please, p-please.." You didn't even know what the hell you were begging for.

And when he slid one hand up your stomach under your skirt, just enough to press gently to your lower belly and hold you still, it made your knees go weak. It made you see stars. It was so good. More than you expected. Better than you’d imagined from someone who couldn’t even make eye contact five minutes ago. Your thighs started to close around his head, and he didn't even try to hold them open. He never rushed. Just kept eating your pussy without a word. Your little, needy moans were music to his ears, it gave him assurance that he was doing you right.

And when he glanced up through his foggy thick rimmed glasses, pupils blown, lips slick with your juices— God.

You were going to come. Eyes rolling to the back of your head, grinding your hips into his face, back arching off the wall. "Arminnn.. o- ohhh— fuck!" You were right there—

BANG BANG BANG.

“SEVEN MINUTES IS UP YO!” Connie shouted, still banging on the door with an evil cackle. “If y'two weren’t sinning, then I don't know what the hell y'all were in there for seven whole damn minutes for!”

You whined.

Armin groaned against your pussy before pulling his head back, resting his forehead against your thigh. “Fuck me.”

You were breathing heavily— frustrated, overstimulated, aching and mourning your stolen orgasm.

He looked up at you.

His lips were slick. His chin was wet. His face was flushed, bangs sticking to his sweaty forehead, blue eyes wide with something much darker than the usual innocence.

You tried to regain your balance, reaching down to pull your skirt down, but Armin was already gently pulling it down and straightening your dress, eyes low, brows furrowed like he was pissed about being interrupted. But still sweet. Still Armin.

Armin stood up, adjusting his hoodie, fixing your hair for you like you hadn’t just nearly come all over his face. He pulled you close, kissed you slow like an apology. And you could taste yourself in his lips.

“You okay, Y/N?” he murmured apologetically.

You nodded with a gentle smile, wiping your juices off his lips and chin. “Yes, thank you, Armin.”

Then he nodded with a small grin and pulled away, already unlocking the door with a terrified expression on his face, as if dreading all the teasing and questions once you both came back out.

He was shy again. Nervous. Sweet.

But under it, something dangerous was flickering to life.

♡ a/n: umm chile... i just realized that armin still has reader's panties in the back pocket of his jeans. oopsies! should i use that as an excuse to make another part and they can continue where they left off here? hehe.

[shokopan]

PROMISE ME THIS  .  L. ACKERMAN ⤷ levi x gn!reader, fluff, canon au, wc: 1.1k

“i’ve figured it out,” you suddenly cut through the silence as you turn to levi, who’s now shifted to face you completely, “i know the kind of person i’d want to be betrothed to,”

“oh?” levi raises an eyebrow, trying his hardest to conceal the sudden schoolboy nervousness bubbling in his stomach, “i guess i don’t even need to ask because you’ll tell me anyways,”

“right, right,” you roll your eyes as you continue “they’d have to be completely and utterly infatuated with me. like so wholly enamored and obsessed with me that they’d grovel at my feet. if they’re interested in basically worshipping me too, i don’t think i’d mind. maybe that’d even earn them bonus points,”

“so no physical traits or any other characteristics, beyond being crazy for you, huh? should be easy to find,” levi comments, noting what you’d just said and wondering if he should be more forthcoming about his interest in you.

“you’d think, but unfortunately i’m surrounded by people more obsessed with my comrade,” you laugh, a knowing and pointed smile on your face that levi commits to memory, “it’s fine though, a scout’s life is too fleeting and marred by the constant threat of death,”

you sigh a little dejectedly before straightening up again, too conscious of the sudden morbid turn, “i guess strength should be included in my criteria,”

“should be, yeah,” levi agrees, pausing briefly, “we have to keep going no matter all that shit we go through on a regular basis. no good in subjecting ourselves to that level of grief”

“yea, fuck you’re right,” you sigh, “guess i’ve gotta look high and low for this ideal future lover,”

levi inhales sharply, frowning at the realization that this was the golden window of opportunity he’d been searching for this whole time.

“i don’t think you’d have to go through that much to find your lover,” levi starts, voice strained and heart palpitating strangely.

“what, like i should give up?” you tease, “i’m just musing levi, don’t worry. i’ve accepted the reality of being the rare and unfortunate long surviving scouts anyways,”

“no, don’t give up and shit,” levi groans, shaking his head and glaring at your forehead, not wanting to look too directly at you (but failing still), “i mean that, fuck, ok, i mean that you don’t have to keep looking for that potential lover that you think won’t exist because,”

he trails off, voice faltering as his nerves are starting to overwhelm him. it’s an odd and strangely humiliating experience as the man built up to be humanity’s strongest soldier. it’s as if all of that superhuman strength and fighting prowess has left him, relegating levi as just a man before you, struggling to wear his heart on his sleeve after obscuring it for so long.

“because?” your voice is gentle, boldly moving to tentatively touch his arm.

“because i’m here,” levi’s courage breaks through, “because i can be all of that and more for you,”

“levi,” you breath, the secret little crush you’d been harboring for years rushing out in full force, evidenced by the impossibly wide smile bursting throughout your face.

“i’m shit at emotions but i’ll make sure you fucking feel loved. i’ll protect you even though you’re also fucking strong and don’t realistically need protection. you can trust that i won’t leave you because i’m also fucking strong. we’ll keep surviving together. you don’t need to look for someone who’s obsessed with you,” levi sputters out, “you don’t need to because i already am,”

you’re stunned, completely silent as levi calms down, the rushing tidal  wave of emotions simmering to a peaceful stream that leaves him embarrassed and suddenly anxious.

“sorry if i overstepped, i shouldn—“ levi’s pitiful backtracking is interrupted as you finally gather your bearings and crash your lips to his before he can babble further. levi’s stunned, frozen in place briefly before he finally comprehends what’s happening and hurriedly gathers your waist in his arms, pulling you closer as you wrap your arms around his neck.

and after what feels like an eternity, you break from the kiss, arms still tangled with each other and bodies close as you both refuse to separate, somehow fearing that if you two let go, the mirage will break and you and levi will have to return to the grueling reality of being soldiers constantly surviving the horrors that continuously chip away at everything and everyone you know to be home.

“hi levi,” you finally whisper, looking up at him. levi’s features are soft, the roughness built up from years of tribulations that he’s had to shoulder dissipate. he traces your jaw with a hand slowly, confirming that this is real as he quietly responds “hey,”

you and levi stare at each other for what must have been a millennia, uncovering a haven in each other’s presence now that previous boundaries have been breached. maybe it is possible to get lost in someone’s eyes, levi notes. maybe if those eyes shone the perseverance and strength of the only person that could shoulder his desperation to have someone he loves survive as long as he does. 

“so you’d grovel at my feet?” you laugh, breaking the quietness blooming between the two of you. levi rolls his eyes, turning his face away as his silence gives you the answer you’re looking for.

“don’t worry you ass, i’d consider groveling at your feet too,” you wink, kissing his cheek as you break from his arms and attempt to walk away.

“oi!” levi’s quick to grab your hand before you can escape him, capturing you back in his arms as you laugh, relenting and letting yourself sink into his chest, “we’re on the same page?”

levi cringes at how gruff the ask sounds, but when you smile and nod, he knows you understand that gravity of what he means.

“yes we are, levi. i’m planning to make sure you’re stuck with me now, sorry about that,” you respond shrugging with a humorously sympathetic shrug.

“not a bad fate if you ask me,” levi hums, glancing at you, “the two of us, we’ll survive together. we’ll make it out all of the shit this world throws at us, i promise. even if it’s fucking dumb to promise anything in our world, we're strong enough, so i can promise you that,”

levi’s eyes are pointing straight at you, wearing his resolve proudly as you match his and the two of you nod in confirmation, 

“i’ll hold you to it,”

[kaiinyourarea]

Balcony Blues & Hange's Clues (Hange Zoe X Reader)

Pairing: Hange Zoë x f!Reader (Modern AU, both are aunts hehe) Synopsis: You're just trying to survive Eren and Mikasa’s wedding with cigarettes and sarcasm, dodging nosy friends who won’t stop grilling you about her love life—or lack thereof. When Mikasa’s wild aunt, Hange Zoë, crashes the party fresh from some far-flung adventure, old sparks and buried feelings ignite, pulling you into a night of chaos, laughter, and revelations that might just burn your carefully crafted denial to the ground. Content Warnings: Smoking, alcohol consumption, mild language, NSFW (explicit WLW content, semi-public setting), internalized homophobia/denial, light angst.

The warm evening breeze carried the faint scent of jasmine from the venue's manicured gardens, mingling with the sharp tang of champagne and distant laughter. Fairy lights strung across the open bar twinkled like stars against the deepening twilight, illuminating the joyful chaos of Eren and Mikasa’s wedding reception. Eren, ever the charismatic groom, looked sharp in his sleek black suit, his green eyes sparkling as he spun Mikasa on the dance floor. She was a vision in her minimalist white gown, the fabric flowing like water with every graceful move. Their friends buzzed around them, the air thick with the clink of glasses, the thump of bass from pop hits, and the infectious energy of a night where worries seemed worlds away.

(Yn) leaned against the cool metal railing of the balcony, the city's skyline sprawling out below like a glittering mosaic. A cigarette dangled loosely between her fingers, its ember glowing faintly as she took a slow drag, the smoke curling lazily into the night air. It was her ritual—her escape from the crowd's well-meaning but relentless prying.

She was that aunt tonight—rich, single, and chain-smoking on the balcony of a fancy venue, watching her friends pair off like they were in some cheesy rom-com. Armin and Annie were swaying drunkenly to a slow song, Jean and Pieck were making out in a corner (gross). (Yn) took a long drag, exhaling her irritation.

'Why the hell is everyone so obsessed with my love life?'

"Oi, (Yn), still sulking out here?" Jean’s voice cut through the music, his arm slung around Pieck like she was his personal trophy. "What’s the deal? No date again? You know, Levi’s free, or maybe Erwin’s more your type—tall, blonde, eyebrows for days." He snickered, and Pieck elbowed him, but her grin betrayed her.

(Yn) rolled her eyes, flicking ash over the railing.

"Keep talking, horseface, and I’ll yeet you off this balcony."

"Touchy, touchy!" Jean laughed, dodging her mock glare. "Seriously, though, you’re, what, 30? 35? And still no one? You’re richer than all of us combined! What’s the hold-up?"

"I don’t know, Jean, maybe I’m allergic to idiots," (Yn) shot back, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Or maybe I’m just living my best life, unlike you, who’s stuck with Pieck’s bad taste in men."

Pieck gasped dramatically, clutching her chest. "Rude! I have excellent taste. Anyway, you gotta pick, (Yn)!"

(Yn)’s grip tightened on the railing, her jaw clenching as she flicked ash over the edge. The teasing always hit a nerve, especially when it involved men. It wasn’t just annoyance—it was a deeper discomfort she’d never quite unpacked.

Historia stumbled over, giggling and flushed from wine. "Oh come on, (Yn)! Just confess to Levi already. You two would be adorable—short and sassy together!"

Levi’s eyes narrowed from across the way, shooting Historia a death glare that could curdle milk. Erwin, overhearing, arched one of those infamous eyebrows and added dryly, "I’m flattered, but I’m not sure I’m your type, (Yn)."

The group erupted into laughter, but (Yn) felt like screaming. It wasn’t funny—it was exhausting. Every joke about her with a guy made her skin crawl, a reminder of the dates she’d endured, the kisses that felt wrong, the relationships that fizzled because something essential was missing... for some reason..

Just as her temper neared boiling point, a raucous cackle pierced the air, cutting through the tension like a knife. Hange Zoe, Mikasa’s eccentric aunt, exploded onto the scene like a force of nature. Fresh from an overseas research stint—something about exotic ecosystems or bizarre inventions—she was a whirlwind in a mismatched blazer and skirt, her wild hair escaping its ponytail, glasses perched precariously on her nose. The scent of airport coffee and adventure clung to her as she hoisted a tray of tequila shots high.

"Who’s ready to turn this party up a notch?!" she bellowed, her voice booming with unbridled enthusiasm.

The younger crowd—Eren, Connie, Sasha—roared in approval, swarming her like moths to a flame. Soon, the reception devolved into glorious mayhem: spilled drinks sticky underfoot, bad karaoke renditions echoing off the walls, and impromptu dance battles that had everyone in stitches.

(Yn) couldn’t suppress a smile, the tension easing as memories flooded back. Hange had always been this way—chaotic, brilliant, utterly captivating—even when they were younger, before life pulled them apart. Back then, (Yn) had dismissed the warmth she felt around Hange as friendship, nothing more. But now, watching her command the room with that infectious grin, (Yn) felt a pull she couldn’t ignore. Despite her resolve to stay grumpy, Hange spotted her and zeroed in, grabbing (Yn)’s hand with calloused fingers that sent an unexpected spark up her arm.

"C’mon, (Yn), you can’t mope all night! Dance with me!" Hange insisted, her eyes sparkling behind smudged lenses. She spun (Yn) into the fray, their bodies brushing in the crowd, laughter bubbling up as they stumbled through a ridiculous routine to a upbeat track neither recognized. The world narrowed to Hange’s touch, her scent—earthy and alive—and for a moment, (Yn)’s denial cracked, just a little.

Hours blurred into a haze of revelry. The younger ones dropped like flies: Connie face-planted on a table amid empty plates, Sasha snoring softly with a half-eaten bread roll clutched like a treasure. Levi had slipped away (likely to scrub something spotless), and Eren and Mikasa vanished to consummate their vows in private bliss. The venue quieted, the fairy lights casting long shadows as (Yn) found herself back on the balcony, the cool night air a balm on her flushed skin. She picked up scattered cups alongside Hange, who hummed off-key while tossing trash into a bag, her energy undimmed.

"These kids really can’t hold their liquor," Hange chuckled, her voice warm and gravelly from shouting over the music. "Remember us back in the day? We’d outlast everyone, then you’d have to drag me away from my ‘experiments’ with the bar leftovers."

(Yn) snorted, stacking plates with a clatter. The memory surfaced vividly: Hange’s wild ideas, the way her eyes lit up like fireworks, and how (Yn) always lingered, drawn in despite herself.

"Yeah, like that time you nearly burned down the bar trying to flambé a cocktail. ‘For science,’ you said."

"It was for science!" Hange protested, leaning against the railing, her silhouette framed by the city lights. Up close, (Yn) noticed the faint lines of exhaustion around her eyes, the subtle scent of her shampoo—something citrusy and fresh. "So, spill: I overheard the gang roasting you about being single. Brutal bunch."

(Yn) groaned, fishing out another cigarette and lighting it with a flick of her lighter, the flame dancing briefly in the dark. The first inhale steadied her, but the topic churned her insides.

"They won’t let it go. Acting like I’m some pitiful spinster because I haven’t settled down. ‘Why no boyfriend, (Yn)? You’d be perfect with this guy or that.’ It’s infuriating. I don’t know why it bugs me so much, but every time they ship me with Levi or Erwin, I just... snap. Maybe I’m just not meant for that crap." She exhaled sharply, the smoke veiling her vulnerability. "They were teasing me about being single, turns out I’m not alone. Heh."

Hange tilted her head, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips, her gaze piercing in the dim light.

"So, are you saying we should be together instead?"

(Yn) choked mid-drag, coughing as smoke burned her throat, her face igniting in a furious blush.

"H-Hange, what the hell?!" she spluttered, fanning the air.

The words hit like a thunderbolt, cracking open the denial she’d clung to for years. All those stolen glances, the butterflies she’d dismissed as admiration— it rushed back, undeniable.

'No, I’m not gay. I can’t be.'

But the irritation with men, the way women like Hange made her feel alive... it was so obvious now, staring her in the face.

Hange laughed, unfazed, stepping closer until their arms brushed, sending a jolt through (Yn).

"What? It’s a valid point! We’re both single, ridiculously attractive, and the only ones with any sense here. Why not give it a shot?"

(Yn)’s mind reeled. She’d buried these feelings deep—convincing herself it was just friendship, that her aversion to dating men was pickiness, not preference. But Hange’s proximity shattered that facade.

"You’re drunk," (Yn) muttered, turning away, her heart pounding like a drum.

'This isn’t me. I’m straight. Aren’t I?'

"Sober as a judge," Hange murmured, her voice dropping to a husky whisper as she gently turned (Yn)’s face back.

"Come on, (Yn). You’re blushing like a tomato. Don’t tell me you’ve never thought about it—about us."

The denial crumbled. (Yn) opened her mouth to protest, but the lie stuck in her throat. Instead, she glared, cheeks aflame.

"You’re impossible," she hissed, but there was no heat in it—only surrender.

Hange’s grin widened, and she closed the gap, her lips capturing (Yn)’s in a kiss that was urgent, warm, and utterly right.

It was like a dam breaking.

They stumbled into a shadowed corner of the venue, then into a nearby storage room, the door clicking shut behind them. The air was thick with the scent of cleaning supplies and dust, but all (Yn) could focus on was Hange—her hands roaming, exploring with a scientist’s curiosity and a lover’s tenderness. Hange’s lips trailed down (Yn)’s neck, nipping softly, eliciting a gasp that (Yn) quickly muffled against Hange’s shoulder.

"Shh," Hange whispered teasingly, her breath hot against (Yn)’s skin as her fingers deftly unzipped (Yn)’s dress, letting it pool at her feet. The cool air raised goosebumps, but Hange’s touch warmed her instantly, sliding over her curves, thumbs brushing sensitive peaks until (Yn) arched into her.

"Shut up," (Yn) gasped, her voice breaking into a soft moan as Hange’s hand dipped lower, fingers teasing through fabric before slipping beneath. It was intoxicating—the way Hange knew exactly where to touch, circling with deliberate pressure, building a fire that had (Yn) trembling. She clung to Hange, nails digging into her back, biting her lip to stifle cries as waves built and crashed.

Hange wasn’t done. She dropped to her knees, her glasses fogging slightly as she hooked (Yn)’s leg over her shoulder, her tongue delving in with expert precision. (Yn)’s world narrowed to the slick heat, the quiet slurps and gasps, her hand fisting in Hange’s hair to guide her. It was messy, intense—Hange’s enthusiasm knocking over a broom with a clatter that made them both freeze, then dissolve into stifled giggles before resuming with renewed fervor. (Yn) came undone quietly, her body shuddering, whispers of Hange’s name escaping like prayers.

They switched, (Yn) eager to reciprocate, her denial fully shattered in the afterglow. She explored Hange with tentative then confident touches, reveling in the sounds she drew out—muffled moans, Hange’s hips bucking against her mouth. It was clumsy at first, but passionate, their bodies syncing in a rhythm that felt inevitable.

By morning, the breakfast buffet hummed with groggy chatter, the scent of fresh coffee and bacon wafting through the air. (Yn) nursed her mug, her hair tousled, muscles pleasantly sore, while Hange animatedly explained some obscure theory to a bleary-eyed Armin. Connie, rubbing his temples, smirked across the table.

"Yo, (Yn), sounds like the newlyweds weren’t the only ones over the moon last night, huh? Heard some... interesting noises from that storage room."

(Yn) nearly spat her coffee, face flaming as Hange choked on her juice, bursting into laughter. Levi arched an eyebrow, muttering, "Disgusting," but a faint smirk tugged at his lips.

(Yn) kicked Hange under the table, but Hange caught her hand, lacing their fingers with a wink that promised more.

Maybe embracing who she was wasn’t so scary after all. And being the single aunt?

That chapter was officially closed.

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and there was only one sleeping bag

synopsis: you're sent on a mission with levi. once nighttime arrives, you realize you've forgotten your sleeping bag. will you be too proud and sleep on the ground in freezing cold or accept levi's offer to share the sleeping bag?

characters: levi

warnings: afab reader, tight space, unprotected sex, handjob (giving and receiving), mdni

wc: 2k

note: yes it's been literal years, yes it's out of nowhere. but tbh i needed this more than you guys probably will enjoy it. maybe not my best work but give this hag a chance, i haven't written ANYTHING in years. also yeah sorry about that.

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you let the cold soil embrace your feet. you feel all your tiredness leave your body and flow into the ground, as the heat of the bonfire levi has set leave soft, familiar kisses on your bare face. it’s been a long day of riding around the forest for a preliminary investigation for titans before the expedition begins once more, hoping it’d decrease casualties. erwin has assigned his two best soldiers for a daytime exploration, levi and you. you should have been back to the main camp by now, but two 15 meters had other plans. if only you weren’t caught by surprise, it would be child’s play, but you were. eliminating smaller threats, you were ready to return back when two fuckers appeared out of nowhere and attacked you. thankfully, you had managed to survive with minimal damage. as much as you wished you could travel back during the night when it’s the safest, you were too worn out to continue without some rest. so, you planned to rest for a few hours before heading back while it was still dark.

levi was wandering around the forest to look for dry branches while you let the heat relax your muscles. you hear levi coming back with a bunch of wood in his arms.

“we should have been on the move. i should feed you to any titans we’ll see tomorrow.” he nags. his tone is always serious, yet so un-intimidating to you. you stop taking his threats seriously when you receive them everyday.

“aah, you probably won’t have a hard time. i probably taste better than you anyway” you respond. levi clicks his tongue in response, you can feel his face go sour without even looking at him.

“we should sleep. the fire should scare wild animals away.”

“no night shifts? i thought you weren’t tired.”

levi scrunches his nose and furrows his brows. “i’m not going to spend four hours staring into the fire. i’ll try to sleep a little too.” you shake your shoulders in response.

levi turns around and approaches his horse as you take off your jacket and lay it on the ground. levi stands above you with a shocked face.

“what the hell are you doing?”

you look at him, confused. “making my bed.” only then you see the green bag in his hands. “what’s that?”

“it’s my sleeping bag, dumbass. where’s yours?” right, sleeping bag. the warm, cozy bag you sleep in. the one that’s resting in your tent back at the main camp.

levi sighs before you can even say a word. he hands the bag to you. “what kind of a soldier are you? take mine, i’ll sleep on the ground.”

you take offence immediately at levi’s mean remark. “it was supposed to be a daytime mission! i didn’t want to carry too much weight. and i don’t want your stupid bag. i’ll sleep on the ground.”

“tch. you’ll freeze to death. stop being annoying, take the bag.”

you throw the bag at him and turn your back against the bonfire and lay on the ground. levi’s not surprised at your stubbornness, he also knew you’d be shivering before he even fell asleep.

and you did.

levi saw your body trembling on the ground, he knew you’d be too proud to admit being wrong.

“just come here. sleeping together will make us both warmer.”

you humph and get up. levi has unzipped his bag and opened it to let you in. only then you realize, he’s half naked. you only see his pale skin and chiseled abs before turning around and letting a tiny scream out in shock.

“what the hell, you perv? why the fuck are you naked?”

levi sighs. “to increase heat circulation inside. you should take off your clothes if you want to get warmer too.”

“the hell? i’m not getting undressed you freak!”

“god, i won’t look. stop being annoying and get inside or i’ll just sleep here by myself.”

you stomp your feet on the ground in annoyance and quickly unbutton your shirt and get rid of your pants. you find levi with his eyes closed waiting for you to enter his bed. so you do. you snuggle inside the bag and zip it.

your cold back gets in contact with levi’s warm, bare chest. the space is too tight for things to not be erotic. it’s just, undeniable. you can feel every curve of his abs on your back, and you can’t help but notice how perfectly your ass is positioned in front of his bulge. you’re sure levi is aware of it too, but tries not to show it.

the awkwardness only increases once you and levi realize that his arm’s stationed in a weird position. he mumbles something you can’t make out and drops his arm down. his right arm is now wrapped around your waist. the sudden touch of his skin on your waist sends shivers down your spine. all the blood rushes to your cheeks, you can’t help but feel aroused by this sudden situation.

you turn your head to glance at levi. to your surprise he’s not asleep, not even pretending to be asleep. he simply has his brows furrowed, looking directly onto your face. your eyes meet for a second, before both of you move as if on command, directly against each other.

levi’s hot lips press upon your shivering lips. levi sucks in all the coldness out of you. his kiss is enough to send shivers down your spine. you feel the heat rise from below, slowly creeping up your spine. levi’s hand that’s wrapped around your waist tightens its grip. he’s gently kneading the soft skin around your torso before crawling up on your chest. you try to breathe in between kisses. it feels like levi’s on a mission to choke you out with his lips. he shows his incredible stamina once more, he hasn’t broken the kiss for a moment, and you’re a breathless loser.

you hold levi’s hand on your body and guide it on your boobs and under your bra, allowing him inside somewhere you never thought you would. levi’s fingertips play around your nipples as he bites your lower lip, sending too many signals to your body all at once. you free your right hand and grab levi’s face, pushing it further into yours. levi’s hand explores all over your breasts; kneading them and tracing around them as if he was trying to picture it in his mind. and god, you don’t even know how much levi wishes he could bury his face on your chest right now. because he can’t suckle on your nipple, he compensates with your soft lips instead. he sucks on your lower lip that has gotten wet and slippery from his sloppy kisses. he tugs, bites, and sucks on your lips. he’s too drunk on you to realize how much your soft moans have aroused him, he’s too focused on pleasuring himself with your lips.

you can feel his erection grow bigger on your back, fighting for you to play with it. you trace your hand down his body from behind your back down to his underwear. you play around the edge of his boxers as he continues to mark your lips. it’s the first time you hear him moan once you slip your hand inside his boxers and palm his erection. you let his cock fill your cold hands. his dick pulsates on your hand with the sudden touch of coldness. you can feel his eagerness, and how much he was offended at how easily you made him moan. you got a glimpse of his sly smirk on his face before he quickly sent his hand down your underwear as well. you rub his cock up and down as he takes his slender fingers down your wet folds. he nuzzles on your neck and sucks on the soft spot right down your jaw. he puts his wet fingers on your clit and starts circling around it, teasing you to beg for more. you don’t beg nor response, only let your fingers continue rubbing his cock. except this time, you let your fingers wait a little longer on his tip, which you figured out was his sensitive spot once he moaned with your first touch. levi instinctively bites your neck in frustration, and accepts his defeat. he starts applying pressure on your clit before rubbing circles on it. you feel the numbing pleasure wash over you.

it doesn’t take longer than seconds before levi whispers “fuck it” with a raspy and furious voice. he frees his throbbing dick and quickly moves your panties to the side. his pebbled sweat drops on your naked shoulder, yet it doesn’t bother you. you were now gasping for the cold air that once almost killed you.

levi lets out a low moan as he enters his tip. the tight space gives you very little room to move around, you have nothing else to do other than take it, take him. levi slips his cock inside with a swift motion without trouble. his masterful fingers have already prepared your hole for him. levi sighs out of relief and lets your warm, wet cunt welcome him. he enjoys the sight of you squirming next to him, waiting desperately for you to move. your eyes are shut close, eyes filled with tears, forehead covered in sweat, and lips agape with lust. he takes the sight in.

he thrusts his hips in the confined space. even though his movements are limited, he hits the spot too well. you scream in pleasure, so much that levi is almost scared he hurt you. he hastily moves again before you moan “more, levi, please” that drives him mad. he pushes his hips steadily, every move so powerful and effective. he pushes his thumb on your clit and starts playing with it. bolts of shock travel through your body, the pleasure almost too unbearable. his cock stretches your walls every time he enters you. your soft skin slaps against his balls with every thrust, the mumbled slapping sound echoing through the silent forest. the only other noise that fills the void is your desperate moans that call for his name. “levi, levi, levi…” his name never sounded better.

levi once again locks his lips with yours. he’s working all around you. your body is locked with his, you are under his control fully. his unreal stamina weakens you. you grow weaker as he continues to drill into you. you make sure to stay conscious enough to savor his low moans on your lips, a mission too hard for you at this moment.

your body is at its breaking point, and levi knows it. he knows you’re close, but he won’t let you cum until he’s ready too. he can feel your body as if it was his, or at least you think. he measures every movement; it’s almost like he can also feel when you’re close because that’s when he breaks his pace. that’s when the numbing feel in your chest dies down a little, only a little before levi picks it up again. he plays around with your body. he chases after you, he tries to catch up to you.

“levi, please” you beg him, and the sight of you drives him to the edge. you lay beneath him, face turned against him, your nails digging on his biceps to control yourself, cheeks wet from tears and sweat. you almost look like a painting, so beautiful and delicate.

levi doesn’t hold himself back as he made you do. he lets you clench around his cock with all your power before breaking apart under him. he empties himself inside you with a low moan that harmonizes with yours. you both crumble under the lustful touch of the other, fingers traveling around your bodies still.

your body finally falls limp. you’re gasping for air, almost as if you had just left a battle. levi releases hot breaths on your skin as his head falls on your neck. his soft lips touch your neck as he speaks again in a low and ordering voice as usual.

“i might have to reconsider feeding you to the titans.”

i missed levi so much i love him so much aot is still the most goated anime of all time ong and levi HHRRRAGAGGGHHH WOOF WOOF BARK BARK

[ichxraaa]

chubby reader who is discouraged cause they’ll never experience a belly bulge meets demise when their boyfriend eavesdrops their call with a friend, worried that maybe that’s something they (the boyfriend) would be into

his cock so far up bullying your cunt as you need to open your mouth to try and breathe while your eyes roll back with the pure raw strength that is fucking you against the bed, you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve come, but he doesn’t care, all he cares about is the way your ass feels and looks as he thrusts into you and the perfect rhythm of the squelching lascivious sounds as he pistons inside you.

“you shouldn’t worry about stupid shit like that, i will fuck you so deep and good that you will feel me inside you for days”.

why is this toji, and bakugō and gojo in a way more condescending approach, and also porco, cause you know he’s savage, also eren cause he lacks delicacy and of course yaku cause he has no filter and no intention of letting you say something like that ever again.

[rubywithecat]

AoT boys toxic relationship and you started crying in an argument

A/N: It’s been long I don’t write AoT, so sry guyss I’ve been running out of ideas T-T . Requests are open if u have any idea as well ;))

Warning: This contains toxic contents and please note that this is just a fiction so feel free to skip if you’re not comfortable with it. Thanks a lot! <3

Eren Yeager

-The conversation got heated when he accused you of going out with your ex behind his back. It was clearly you met him at the market accidentally and you didn’t even talked to him. “Why don’t you trust me?” You asked. “Then why can’t you prove it?!” He yelled. U are not sad that he doesn’t trust you. U were frustrated with him for thinking such lowly of you. You started crying and looked away. When he saw you cry, he realized he had wronged you and you felt his big arms wrapped around you. He pulled you into his chest. “I’m so sorry, bby. I shouldn’t have yelled at you” he said.

Armin Arlet

-“Did you or did you not go see with your ex?” He asked seriously when you came back home. “What do u mean, Armin? I don’t even have his contact” you were confused. “Right? Then, why would Jean said he saw you with him this morning?” He walked near you as he grabbed your arms. “Plz answer me y/n” he gripped tightly. “Armin, ur scaring me… I was at class the whole morning!” You defended as water filled in your eyes but u tried ur best to control it. You looked at you in your eyes and sighed. “Well, then maybe Jean saw it wrong” he softened and let go of your arms. “I’m so sorry. Please forgive me”

Zeke Yeager

-You closed and locked the door of your shared bedroom as he followed you behind, accusing you of cheating on him. He banged the door aggressively. “Open the fcking door, y/n! I need u to explain it to me” he yelled. “I already told you! I just greeted him!” You yelled back. “Am I to believe it’s just an accident?” He said and continued banging the door. “Unlock it or ur never getting out of here!” He ordered. You opened the door and he was horrified to see you in tears, “Please stop, Zeke” you begged. “I— I’m so sorry” he tried to hug you but you pushed him away. “Leave me alone” you said, leaving him behind as he regretted his own action.

Reiner Braun

-“Did you have fun today?” He suddenly asked as you were changing clothes. “Huh?” You asked. “How was your lil rejoin with your ex?” He sarcastically laughed as he sat on bed. You rolled your eyes. “He was just asking me about assignment” you answered. “Well?” He pulled you to his lap. “I don’t like it when you try to lie” he whispered as he kissed your neck. You felt temptation from it but you know he’s accusing you of cheating on him. “Reiner, trust me I’m not lying” you pushed him away. He pulled you back aggressively. “That hurts!” You yelled as he made you look at him. “You’re a whore” he bitterly said. “Why is it so hard for you to trust me?” You said as you can’t help but cried. You could see guilt inside his eyes as he came back to his sense when anger took the best of him so he let go of your grip immediately. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have behave like this” he said and you bit your lips and smiled bitterly as you answered “It’s okay. I forgive you”, not wanting to let him go even tho u knew it’s wrong.

Porco Galliard

-“U r a fcking whore” he said as he stromed into the room where ur celebrating with your fris. Luckily, theyre all ur dear fris so no embarrassment happened. He pulled you by your hands out of the room and pinned you to the wall. “Why is he here?” He asked furiously. “He’s a friend!” You explained. “I’ve told you that multiple times, Porco”. “I said I don’t like you hanging out with him! R u trying to fck with him or u already?” He said. “No!” You quickly defended. “Ur words have reached beyond limit, Porco! I’m not such that kind of hoe u think” you cried, trying to push him away. He noticed your tears and backed off. “I didn’t mean like that y/n… I- Please don’t cry” he wipped your tears.

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[fattuccini-afraido]

*texting*

Eren: If I were a cannibal, would it be more romantic for me to eat you or to not eat you?

Eren: Forget that last text I was possessed by the devil.