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[wittyjasontodd]

You already know…

Need that dick in fact I crave it

[tr1xxyjis00]

The most accurate line for Levi I've ever seen, lol

[junimodreams]

Fiancé!Levi Ackerman Headcanons - Part 2

Engagement photos are a whole other beast with your new fiancé. Levi’s not a fan of cameras, photos, or social media in general, so convincing him to get engagement photos isn’t hard per se, as he realizes it’s traditional, but the boundaries he sets around it are… picky. Deeply opinionated.

It’s not that he doesn’t want the photos, but having a photographer watch him kiss you and take a photo of it that you may then potentially post for all your friends and family to see is nightmare fuel for him. He is not the type to want that sort of attention.

He will take the pictures, but expect Levi-branded awkwardness. If you select an easygoing photographer, an extremely private setting, and don’t push for overly doting photos, you actually might get some good ones.

Levi is incredibly nervous leading up to the fact. He’s meticulous about grooming by nature, but he goes hardcore for this. Some because he knows it matters to you (and to him, in his way), but also because it helps with his nerves. He’s especially quiet leading up to the appointment with the photographer as a result of these nerves.

Unexpectedly, he’s caught off guard. Seeing you thrilled to get married to him hits something raw and long scarred over. This might be one of the first moments where it starts feeling real for him in a more public-facing way. Levi definitely has some abandonment issues, and while I don’t believe he’d get cold feet, I do believe that he can become very rigid with enough emotion and anxiety.

Levi, much to his dismay, ends up being exceptionally soft-eyed in some of them. The candid photos are where he shines. Posed photos look good. He looks good in everything, but he’s stiff in more formal photos. The photographer is fighting for their life.

The candid photos capture that little quirk his mouth does when he’s happy and is trying not to show it because he’s embarrassed. It’s usually because you said something funny or did something cute. That’s how you get him.

Once you get the photos back, he’s very insistent on getting them downloaded to his phone stat. He’s not going through them in detail with you, but he is going to spend an obscene amount of time looking at them in his own time.

Yes, a candid one of you looking at him and beaming and him looking soft in the eyes, hand entwined in yours, ends up as his screen saver. He will never comment on this. It is in your best interest to not comment on it either.

Setting a date with Levi is surprisingly easy. His only qualms are no summer wedding (sweat + formal wear is a hard pass for him), and it needs to align with any important life dates. He’s practically focused in this regard and is not going to have a set date or season bookmarked in his mind.

He’s not the type to draw out an engagement, because once he commits, he commits. Levi would not propose if the intent is not there. Maybe a year, max, from engagement to wedding day. Enough to reasonably plan a wedding without having to rush to do so, but if timeline-wise it makes sense to push it further, he’ll deal with it (and be annoyed). Once again, very much thinking about practicalities.

One odd thing he’d get really into – invitations and the wedding website. Not aesthetically, exactly, more so making sure the format makes sense, making sure any enclosures are meticulously correct in providing locations, transportation, menus, etc. He is very locked in on this in the beginning stages of wedding planning.

He ends up making a very minimalist version of both. If you’re minimal, you’ll love it. If you’re not… you may have to convince him that color is not a crime, and neither is a floral pattern that the site offers for design purposes. You get the most unimpressed look when you “pretty” up the designs, but he reluctantly admits it looks nicer.

Registries are another point I feel like he’d be meticulous about.

Levi grew up in a situation where handouts felt like a trap. He’s not a fan of gifts or feeling beholden, and while he knows, logically, people do this when they get married – it’s still a sore spot that makes him uncomfortable.

He responds with control. Nothing unnecessary goes on the registries. He agrees to upgraded or nicer home necessity items, one or two things decoration-wise that also serve a practical purpose, and cringes at the idea of adding anything overtly luxurious.

This may be a contention point that requires patience and time.

Picking out wedding bands with Levi is interesting. He has a double-edged standard here. He wants good quality and simple for himself. BUT he’s willing to indulge whatever you want for your band within reason. Levi is a frugal king, not a sugar daddy.

Oddly tender here. Probably gets it engraved with something simple as a surprise. May not even mention it until the wedding day. Yes, you cry. Yes, he gets very soft-eyed and understatedly affectionate as a result.

Outro: Hello all! I know it’s been a while 😊 but! I am married now, I survived the holidays, and SEVERAL medical events, so here we are. This is part two in a series of Fiancé!Levi works. The first set of headcanons can be found here. I’ve also written a drabble for our favorite fiancé which can be found here. I’m currently debating writing a drabble of engagement photos with Levi, like the way I wrote the first drabble from his POV. Let me know if that’s something y’all would be interested in. AO3: @junimodreams Click here for my master list.

[hangenism]

꒰ ♡ ⸝⸝ EVER BEEN TO PARIS? ❤︎︎ ₊ ⊹ reader surprises reiner && jean with her new lingerie ! ⎯⎯　smut　⸝⸝　no plot　⸝⸝ afab!reader

“holy shit.” was what jean blurted out when he saw your lingerie. the pretty shade of pink complimented your skin. it was lacy and hugged your curves in all the right places. of course, the two men that towered over you eyed it carefully, as if they were undressing you with just their eyes.

“do you like it?” you teased lightly. they only nodded, eyes never leaving the blush set. you giggled softly and moved up the bed. reiner followed suit, still fully dressed. jean, on the other hand, slowly started to strip. you shamelessly stared as he took off his clothes.

jean was hard. his tip was red and leaking with precum. he stroked himself a few times before walking up to the foot of the bed. “come over here, pretty.” without hesitation, you complied and met him at the edge of the bed. reiner watched from the bed as you kissed jean. it was slow at first, his lips capturing yours in a sweet kiss, then it turned hungry. he cupped your face and pulled you impossibly close, practically stealing your breath. he kissed you like you were his oxygen and he was running out. you lowered your hand and pumped the base of his cock as you kissed him back with the same passion. he grunted softly and you felt him twitch in your hand.

you felt reiner before you heard him. his large hands gripped your waist and pulled you away from jean. jean narrowed his eyes at him, but stroked himself as he watch the two of you kiss. you tangled your hands in reiner’s hair and he groaned softly. after a bit, he broke the kiss and started to trail kisses down your neck, quickly making his way down your chest. when he got to your tits, he turned to jean with a grin.

reiner didn’t have to say anything, jean immediately knew what he had in mind. the two men took each breast in their mouths and sucked gently. you moaned at the contact. the feeling of their tongues swirling around your nipples sent a shiver down your spine. your hands quickly found their way in their hair. you threw your head back and cried out their names, tugging at their hair slightly.

after the two of them argued over who could fuck you first, you laid on your back and spread your legs wide. reiner won since he’s thicker and could “stretch you out first.” he’s just being greedy, really, but so is jean.

the second reiner slipped inside of you, jean’s lips found yours. he snaked his hand between your legs and rubbed your clit in gentle circles with his thumb. you moaned into his mouth, eyes rolling to the back of your head. reiner’s thick cock split you open, each inch had you trembling underneath him. the slow drag of his cock against your walls was agonizing. his name escaped from your lips, warm walls hugging his thick cock tightly.

“you’re doing so well beautiful, taking me so well.” he said. you whined and spread your legs further apart. he angled his hips slightly and somehow reached even deeper inside of your tight cunt. “rei,” you cried out softly. he let out a low groan himself as your walls clenched around him. jean lowered his head down, lips finding your breast again. his brown eyes locked with yours as he swirled his tongue around your nipple. mouth slightly agape, your hands flew to his hair to tug at it. this only egged jean further. a sinful moan left you, his mouth hot on your tits.

the pressure building in your lower abdomen signaled that you were close. you clenched around reiner even tighter, earning another groan from him.

“you’re close pretty?” reiner murmured, dropping his head to your neck. he sucked the skin gently.

“uh huh,” you heard yourself reply.

reiner moved his hips faster, balls slapping against your ass with each stroke. you cried out his name and buried your face in his neck. “feels so good rei—fuck—i’m coming,” your orgasm crashed over you, hard and fast. you clung to reiner’s bicep to ground yourself. his hips slowed as he approached his own high. he buried you to the hilt before coming deep inside of you. after catching his breath, he slowly pulled out and watched as his seed dropped out of your aching cunt. the greedy man pushed some back in with his fingers before leaning down to give you a kiss.

“you did amazing,” he murmured against your lips. mind hazy, you kissed him back slowly. your legs felt like jelly, but there was still jean. his erection was pressed against your thigh. you reached over and stroked it with your hand lazily. he grunted and shifted on the bed beside you.

“you okay?” he whispered to you. you looked up and met his eyes.

“yes,” you muttered. you glanced down to his leaking tip in your palm.

reiner kissed your cheek and leaned over to kiss jean’s. “treat her nicely,” he said with a grin. jean raised an eyebrow at him. “i always do, don’t i?”

you nodded eagerly. “mhm,” your hand traveled to the base of his cock. you stroked him gently and his eyes fluttered shut. reiner cupped his face before kissing him. jean shuddered into the kiss, cock twitching in your hand. you giggled as you watched him squirm under your touch. reiner broke the kiss and titled his head at you.

“you’re just gonna tease him the whole time? damn." jean glared at him and turned to you. “no more teasing… please?” he frowned and you almost felt bad. almost.

you were sitting in the middle of your two boyfriends who were, despite one of them just coming inside of you, were still very, very horny.

“hmmm, okay.” you tugged his hand and pushed him back into the bed. he smirked the second you swung a leg over his lap. grabbing the head, you teased your wet folds with the tip of his cock. jean, impatient as ever, kissed your shoulder and bucked his hips up each time you pressed his tip into your entrance. reiner’s lips were captured on jean’s ear, nibbling lightly.

finally, you sank down on jean’s cock, slowly taking him inch by inch. you bit your lip as you struggled to take all of him. jean was on the longer side. riding him always took a second to get used to. you gasped when he bottomed out and clenched around him. smacking your ass, he groaned and leaned his head in the headboard.

“so tight, baby. i thought rei you stretched out enough…”

reiner, who was now on the corner of the bed, stroking his half-hard cock with his hand, glared at jean.

“i did.”

jean chuckled, leaning back to angle his hips. seems like he was gonna do all the work right off the bat. you were glad, your legs still felt weak from earlier. jean shook his head with a chuckle. he looked up with you, eyes dark with lust, and kissed your jaw.

“gonna make you come so hard you see stars.”

he grabbed your hips and started thrusting into you at a steady pace. your hands found his shoulders to steady yourself as he bullied your gummy walls. the way he reached so deep inside of your pussy, hitting that spot, made you moan out his name.

“yeah i know baby, i know, you’re doing so good for me,” he praised softly. he smacked your ass occasionally, and cursed under his breath every time your hips met and you became one. "you weren't this loud for rei, now were you?"

"jeann," you whined softly. you were overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure of the friction of rubbing against his pelvis. in the far back of your mind, you could hear reiner’s broken moans and curses as he came undone in his palm. he jerked himself off to way your ass rippled every time you sunk back down on jean’s cock again and the way your tits bounced as jean met his hips with yours. jean chased your own climax, angling his hips just right so his cock could curve and hit your g spot with every thrust.

jean’s eyes locked with yours as you came. the feeling took you over and you collapsed on his chest. your eyes fluttered shut as your chest heaved. he joined you shortly after, hips stuttering before he stilled, emptying his seed.

“jesus christ,” he muttered under his breath. reiner grunted at the corner of the bed. you were speechless. you could barely even think straight. you felt two hands lift you and place you in the bed. the two men worked quietly to clean you up. a warm rag to clean up, and bubble bath to relax, and light kisses to shower you with love.

you found yourself in the middle of them again in the bubble bath. you splashed the two of them with water sly grin.

“perverts! what do you have to say for yourself?” you teased.

they exchanged a glance before deadpanning.

“i blame the lingerie.”

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slight cw!! Hange without their eyepatch

[ackermanpieck]

Levi Ackerman headcanons:

Established relationship.

Love language:

Levi shows his care through actions rather than dramatic words. Instead of saying ‘I love you’ he will adjust your clothing and hair if either goes askew, take care of the household cleaning, drape a blanket over you when you fall asleep at your desk, and make two cups of tea instead of one, claiming it was “leftover” despite it being brewed exactly how you like it.

When you two are walking through busy crowds, Levi will either step in front of you to walk (while glaring at anyone who almost bumps into you). But sometimes he will remain behind you and place one hand on the small of your back to quietly guide you through the crowd.

Levi can be physically affectionate. Not in any overzealous way, and definitely not PDA. However, he does prefer silent, physical expressions of love over words. Small, lingering touches to your back, shoulder, thighs and arms always ground him and remind him that he won’t lose you the way he has with so many others. Other examples include stroking/tousling your hair, wiping your face if there is something on it, or even a hand settling on your waist while you're standing at the kitchen counter or something.

He remembers everything you’ve said. Seriously, that man will forget nothing even if you only mentioned it once in passing. He takes the smallest of preferences into account when buying you things like flowers, clothes, food and gifts you’d like. Sometimes there is no occasion, he just enjoys spoiling you. But getting him to admit that would be absolutely impossible.

When there is an occasion however…is when you are obviously taken care of well. Levi never forgets occasions; anniversaries, birthdays, achievements, difficult days, holidays. Anything really. You mention something is important to you once and it goes in his brain forever, he’s kinda like a human encyclopaedia when it comes to you. He spoils you on those days (appropriate for the occasion, of course). Relationship anniverseries? He’s already made reservations, bought flowers and clothes for you, cleaned the house, and made breakfast in bed. Death anniversaries? He is much softer and gentler with you on those days, not overtly or uncharacteristically, but the difference is there. He is patient and makes sure the day goes as smoothly as possible for you whilst also giving you time, and someone to speak to (or a shoulder to cry on).

He is your biggest supporter at any sporting or academic events you choose to participate in. The man may be compact, but that has never stopped him from being your most loyal enthusiast. It is almost comical, especially because he is so gruff about it. Not being all warm and gushy, he actively tries to play things off and rationalise/justify his behavior to you if you tease him for saying that another opponent was stupid anyway, or that you were the most competent there, or simply that you did a good job.

Though Levi is not always the biggest initiator of affection, both physically and verbally, he always reciprocates or at least allowsyou to comfortably show your love for him. Whether that’s when you hug him and he decides to hug you back with one hand on the back of your head or your upper back, or when you tell him that you love him and he says ‘you too’. Albeit while avoiding all eye contact and sounding grumpy about it, especially if he says ‘Love you too’. He goes visibly pink then, more so in a domestic moment.

Constantly admires you when you are not looking. Although he would never admit it, he thinks you’re the most beautiful person on this earth. Finding beauty in everything you might hate about yourself, peace in parts of you others would rather stay clear of.

General dynamics:

Rarely calls you pet names or nicknames. He will almost always address you using your real name, no matter the situation. Don’t get it wrong though, it’s not because he doesn’t love you. Not at all. He simply just chooses not to use nicknames. However, the sound of him saying your name (specifically during protective or heated moments) is enough to make your face heat or for heat to pool in your stomach. Especially when it is breathy and rough during the latter.

He’s immensely observant, years of survival have taught him to pick up on seemingly insignificant details. Meaning he will pick up on imperceptible shifts in your mood, body language or facial expressions. However, he is never demanding when he realises that something isn’t quite right with you. He is patient, and waits for an opening to offer conversation without forcing it.

Protective without being overbearing, like when he ensures that you walk on the inner side of the pavement away from the road or during the crowded sidewalk situation where he would step in front of you.

Levi never raises his voice, especially not at you. Even during a stressful situation or an argument, he has never once raised his voice. Not when you’ve raised your voice and gotten emotional. Not ever. And when he feels like he might lose composure, he chooses silence or simply takes a deep breath instead. Though he never dismisses how you feel or makes you feel small when you do express those feelings. He just has a harder time having those conversations.

Levi dislikes or at least takes a while to adjust when you change prominent parts of your physical appearance suddenly. Though others may find it endearing, it is surprisingly deep rooted. Since you became his only constant; one of the few people in his orbit who have never left or died. Seeing you suddenly change stirs up uncomfortable feelings for him. Nonetheless, Levi will always make an effort to adjust as quickly as possible without making it obvious.

Levi is not the overly jealous type, but if he sees you speaking to someone else and they’re getting just a little too comfortable, he will glare from where he was standing a few paces behind you. A quiet warning to back off. No more than that. He respects your independence too much, he knows you can handle things yourself. But when you genuinely look uncomfortable and aren’t able to speak up about it is when he will physically interject with quiet lethality. Your boundaries are something that Levi does not play about.

Random attractive things:

While speaking to you or listening to you speak this man will not break eye contact. It is his way of showing he is listening to you, giving you his undivided attention no matter how busy he might be. Seriously, he does not even look away or look phased when you yourself do. Hardly acknowledging it, save for when he may raise an eyebrow slightly when you look visibly flustered. It does not help. Both are incredibly attractive and leave you squirming.

Regarding eye contact, he also maintains eye contact when he is loosening his tie, discarding his jacket or unbuttoning his shirt buttons after a long day at work. Not to be provocative, well, not entirely anyway.

When he is speaking to you while you are sat down on a sofa or something, if he is standing up, he will almost always walk over and plant a hand on the arm of the sofa closest to you, leaning his weight on it. So he’s essentially leaning over you slightly. His strong forearms showed the clear definition and power that you knew all too well.

Sometimes, before an occasion or simply to treat you, Levi will take you out clothes shopping for a new outfit like a suit or dress or whatever you choose. He likes seeing you try them on, giving honest feedback on all of them. Never insulting. In fact, you can clearly see his eyes raking across your frame with something less decent than his expression would ever dare to give away. If he got caught staring too long, it was him who was flustered this time. He’d clear his throat and look away, while insisting you get that one. Hastily standing up to pay for it, and sort out whatever reactions he may have had.

His grip is incredibly strong and steady, not painful but definitely powerful. The veins on his hands shift and his knuckles become attractively prominent.

When you are standing where he needs to walk, instead of just asking you to move, he will simply place a hand on your side or shoulder and gently move you to the side without saying a word. Same for if you are using the wrong technique to cut vegetables or something, he will place his hands over yours whilst standing right behind you/by your side and guide them. No shaming you, just a quiet ‘like this’ at most.

Levi isn’t particularly opposed to bathing or showering together. Sometimes he even times his washing schedules around yours, so that you two end up in there together. It isn’t always sexual to him, it’s a form of intimacy and trust which he would rarely allow himself around anyone else. He never makes you feel exposed or vulnerable in your nudity, and you do the same with him also. It may be domestic but the composure and respect he shows is undeniably incredibly attractive.

Even during heated moments of intercouse, Levi will ensure that you are okay. Not ruining the moment, but ensuring you are not struggling, in too much pain, or uncomfortable. His observation allows him to check those things simultaneously without ruining the moment. And when you are exhausted and recovering, his thumb brushes over your cheek, and he mumbles ‘you still with me?’. Or something along those lines.

NSFW headcanons (warning):

During the intimacy preparations, when you two are undressing, he is the one who takes off your clothes. Unbuttoning your shirt, taking off your trousers/skirt and pushing undergarments out of the way while performing his ministrations (kissing you, necking you or rubbing his hands over the increasingly exposed patches of skin). If you weren’t already, once you were completely bare, he carries you with his hands under your thighs over to the bed then pushes you to lay down.

Not particularly loud during sex. His breathing turns ragged and heavy, occasionally followed by an occasional low grunt or cuss during climaxes. When he finishes sometimes he will let a moan slip quietly before collapsing on the bed beside you.

He isn’t particularly vocal during it, so does not praise you much or anything. However, during the rest periods in between rounds he will quietly tell you that you did good, stroke your hair, check you over and ask if you were uncomfortable during it. He would always make sure that you were okay before himself.

Intercourse is probably the only time Levi does not feel the need to make sure everything is clean. He won’t ruin the moment by picking discarded clothes from the floor or picking stuff up when they fall. Despite that, true to nature, he will always clean with a warm, damp towel after you after you finish. Not necessarily to satisfy his compulsive cleanliness, but to make sure, yet again, that you are okay and don’t have to focus on the messiness of it all. He is careful where you are sensitive down there afterwards. And will always be the one to clean the stained bedsheets in the morning.

Again, eye contact is strong. One of the few times he will speak during sex is when he is telling you to look at him, even though he is actively thrusting into you. However, if you continue to look away, he will lightly but firmly hold your chin and keep your face turned towards him so that even if your eyes are closed he can still see the reactions you have. To see what to do to make it an even more pleasurable experience for you.

Surprisingly he is quite a tease, his hands will roam exactly but where you want him. Though he is not cruel with it, and doesn’t keep you waiting too long before touching you where you want. Sometimes you’ll see a very small smirk that only you can bring out of him when you're desperate.

An eater. No explanation. He will definitely keep eye contact while doing it, and expect you to do the same.

[pinkmirth]

𝐸𝒩𝒢𝐸𝐿.ᐟ ❤︎ ft. eren jäeger!

𝒞𝒪𝒩𝒯𝒜𝐼𝒩𝒮 ⨾ ( 4k+ ) words of . . . nsfw, eren jäeger x fem reader ( black coded ), eren is german/turkish, he speaks a looot of german, established relationship, pussywhipped!eren, linguerotics, rennie’s tatted, size kink, missionary, mating press, spanking, light choking, biting, creampie, use of pet names ( e.g. angel, princess, schatzi, papa, daddy, etc. ) explicit language, lowercase intended, minors shoo! 𝓂𝓎 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝓁ℯ𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇.ᐟ🪽 ⸻ based off this ask! i wrote this in one sitting so pls bear with me lol >.< i've just been feelin oh so sappy in loveee for eren lately, and the thought of him groaning broken german into ur ear . . wow i think i just creamed ooof lord . i highly recommend using a translate feature as you read! overall, i'm super excited to officially dive back into AoT with this piece yayyy! it's a lil something sweet for ‘ren’s belated birthday until the real treat finishes baking! thank you so much for reading, and please enjoy! ❤︎ 𝐼𝒩𝒮𝑃𝒪 𝑇𝑅𝒜𝒞𝒦.ᐟ ( ♫ ) angel, the weeknd ⨾ too deep, dvsn ⨾ do it well, dvsn ⨾ spontanverkher, and one ⨾ touched by an angel, lloyd

when it comes to love, eren is vocal. he finds it to be the most beautiful language, unspoken yet understood through warmth, heart, touch. that’s what make it come easy to him. 

despite his many tongues, he isn't a man who lingers over words. not deliberately, at least. there isn't any careful scripting to the way he speaks, no rehearsed cadence meant to charm or ensnare. and yet, somehow, he always knows what to say.

he knows. that exact murmur that'll settle warm against your ear, low and smooth when he instructs you to stay close, hold onto him, spread your legs wider, arch your back further . . .  he knows, the subtle shift in tone that sends a ripple down your spine, the kind that makes your body listen. his voice moves through him without thought.

when considering his mother tongue, though, you almost feel as though he avoids it with you. eren doesn’t go out of his way to shape his tongue around german, not when he knows the meaning would be lost somewhere between his lips and your understanding. he never makes any deliberate attempt to impress you with a language you can't follow. he speaks to you in ways you will understand, in ways that settle easily into you, invoke your pretty smile.

it’s his pet names that linger instead— sounding all soft and familiar, worn warm from use. the ones he returns to without thinking, like second nature. schatzi. simply sweet. ever so precious. the word curls from his mouth with an ease that feels almost absentminded, yet never careless. and liebling, his favorite, his darling. it’s usually spoken quieter, closer, like it belongs to you and him alone.

those are the few words you come to know. not by translation, but how they’re given. by the way his voice lowers around them, the way they brush against your skin like something tangible.

mixed by blood, eren's heritage lives in the small details about him more than anything else; his cadence, his features, his mannerisms. he doesn't necessarily talk about it. his tongues, german and turkish, live elsewhere. like in fleeting moments on the phone with his family, voice softened with a familiarity different from the kind he shows you.

it's admirable, how effortlessly he slips into the rhythm of home when catching up with his mother and father. you hear it only then, in fragments and tones, something distant. you try to glimpse into that part of him, but he leaves it unshared. 

it isn't that your boyfriend withholds any aspects of his life, or his culture, from you. rather, he lets untranslatable words fall as they come, shaped more by his feeling than intentionality. there's a certain intimacy in that. he thinks that you don't have to understand every syllable to feel the weight of it.

because with him, it's about how it lingers in the space between you long after the words have fallen away.

you know eren doesn’t make much use of deutsch in his everyday life, no. it remains tucked away as the one thing he doesn't reach for, but something that exists all the same. and maybe, that's what makes it all the more enticing, when it surfaces in the moments his control finally begins to slip.

it’s in those instances, when his breath grows uneven and composure frays at the edges, that something from deep within him begins to rise unbidden. words he doesn't consciously choose, tones he typically wouldn't shape, leaving him in a low, broken lilt. there's nothing intentional about it, just the rawness of instinct when the sensation is so overwhelming that he can't help himself any longer.

and in that unraveling, there's something disarmingly sensual. not just the act itself, or the hot slide of his hands when he touches you, but a side of him that can't be hidden away, revealed only when he's too far gone to hold it back.

"scheisse!"

it slips out of him without warning. his mind’s so muddled by the way your dewy walls squeeze his cock that he doesn’t even think to translate. he’s drawn fully into the hilt of your gushing pussy, his presence heavy both in-and-outside of you. he's got you splayed out on your back, displayed ever so beautifully, soft textured hair fanning out on the pillows, like that of a halo. how fitting, for his precious angel. 

eren has you tucked under the breadth of him and slovenly folded into missionary, your body immovably pressed beneath the heat and heaviness of his imposing frame. his attention narrows on you, you, you, until nothing else seems to exist outside of it.

your trembling leg is held in his left palm, secured at the pit of your knee as he guides it up against your shoulder as a means to fucks deeper into you. his other hand rests hot upon your waist, grip tightening whenever you react, kneading at warm brown flesh whenever you clamp down on him. he's unrelenting with how he draws out, plows in, does it again, again, again. dense clapping resounds in hollow echoes throughout the dim-lit bedroom of his paradis-city penthouse.

"e—ren! eren, erennn,” his name falls fractured from your lips, each syllable hitching as it leaves you. he hears it, and something in him shifts. a slow, unmistakable reaction that pulls at the corner of his mouth before it fully settles into a smile. it spreads wide, brazen and sharp in a way that looks as feral as he feels; all teeth, cutting sharp and boyish across his face, features drawn tight with ardor.

pleasure has already taken hold of him; face flushed, sweat gathering and rolling in narrow paths down his skin. his dark manbun sits slightly undone at the base of his head, loose strands slipping free to cling to his temples and the nape of his neck, his tattooed body damp with the same heat that coats him. his brows, thick and dark, knit tightly together, while his bright-teal eyes stay intense and wild, fixed on you with a look that doesn’t waver. you’re his maker and weakness alike, the only thing holding his focus together as he unravels for you.

"komm schon, engel," eren dips low, his large frame folding over yours, shoulders rounding as he closes the space between you, brushing the plush of your lips with his own. "hngh, wha—?" you whine against his mouth, needing of clarity. his breath is warm and close when he murmurs, earnest for a taste of your lips, "küss mich."

you don’t fully comprehend him, but eren closes the gap regardless, until there’s nowhere left for your voice to go but into him. his large hand lifts up, cups your jaw nice and steady, tilts you upwards just enough to meet him as he presses his lips to yours. firm at first, then deeper, more claiming than it is gentle. when he pulls back, it’s only by a breath’s width, enough for the curve of his smile to linger against your mouth. 

his hips take to a slow roll, grinding into yours so sweetly. the rounded end of his hard cock nudges the inner pudge of your softest spots, with the lean ridge of his pelvis brushing over the sensitive peak of your clit. the both of you hold no inhibitions, breaths pouring into each other's mouths in uneven waves, panting and moaning with not a sound refrained.

him and you, you and him, him in you. all sense becomes lost in a heated slew of sloppy strokes and the wettest kisses. he's making such a mess of you; stealing your breath, bruising your flesh, fucking stirring your insides.

for eren, countless sensations begin to merge. your velveteen walls are clamping down, tight, on his pulsing dick, dripping and sobbing all over the length of it. then there's the way you cling to him, just ferocious. the powder-white arch of your fresh nails do well at drawing fiery marks down the broad plane of his tatted back. his olive skin is warm and damp under your palms, glowing sheen with a film of sweat. 

your breath brushes against the reddening shell of his pierced ear, sounds uneven and soft in a way that makes him grow impossibly harder. eren responds in kind, groans amplified, his hold at your waist tightening just enough to keep you anchored to the you-shaped dip in his king sized mattress. you're so pretty, so perfect; behaving so well that all he wants to do is just give you more. 

so he does. 

"shh, lass mich einfach . . stillhalten." eren’s hands span down your shaking thighs, dancing around around your calf until they close around both of your ankles. his fingers wrap fully, thumbs rubbing circles while the rest of his grip adjusts you without effort. he translates what he knows you didn't catch, "don't move." 

eren shapes the physical space between you, and he continues to bend you at angles until the right silhouette is captured. he brings your knees toward your shoulders, folding the form until thighs press firmly against the core of your tummy. shifting his weight low, he transitions into a deep squat, strong thighs flexed as he assumes the position of sitting on his haunches, all without pulling out of you.

with the new vantage, he drives forward and plunges into the tightness of you with sudden, intense momentum that draws the sharpest, most involuntary cry from your lungs— a sound that brings a knowing smile to his face. eren frees self-satisfied laughter, for he always manages to pry out the very reaction he sought to provoke. he finds your body familiar. so easy to mold, too easy to play with.

"ffuuuck! p-please, papaaa, please—"

his response comes rippling out as an unintended growl, sourced from the depths of his chest, and the bass of it makes you clench helplessly around him. with every surge, every thrust forward, he loses another piece of his restraint. an especially taut squeeze of your soaked pussy is all it takes for his snark to dissolve into total surrender.

"fuck . . du bist so eng," his words grow reckless to match just how you undo him. he rambles on about just how tight you are, freeing terribly desperate praise and german incoherencies. he's too far gone to realize he'd even switched languages. frankly, eren doesn't even know what he's saying anymore, and you sure as hell don’t either. it’s hard to follow when he’s digging you out like that; hips slamming down, the fat of his balls clapping against the seam of your ass with every thrust.

more foreign words tumble from his lips— dark, guttural, yet somehow melodic, leaving you in a haze of both lust and confusion. despite it, your body understands the intent perfectly. the way you arch into him, cunt swallowing every known inch of his dick whole, slick walls clamping around him like a desperate vice, tells him everything he needs to know. 

eren finally seems to be returning to himself, eyes clearing as he grows aware; and with that, comes the teasing. another predatory smirk pulls at his mouth as he realizes just how cockdrunk he’s made you, sensitive even down to the veins that drag within you. and so, he draws out the friction, slows his pace to an agonizing crawl, buries himself into you with impossible depth.

each heavy thrust knocks at your cervix and prods at the very limit of you, blunt and demanding, as if he’s trying to leave his mark on your very soul. he's so all-consuming that the heady scent of his skin and the licking heat of his salt-slicked body fills your lungs. you’re crying, you think, unsure as to when it started. all you know is you’re breathing him in, tasting the raw, primal edge of him with every gasp and tear you choke on. 

"aww, poor baby,” he croons, tone darkened with condescend, “macht dich das an, schatzi?" he murmurs, the grunted slew of german humming against your skin. he’s asking if it turns you on— the suddenly rough shift into his mother tongue, and though the meaning of his words escape your mind, you can only nod helplessly, teeth sinking into the swell of your spit-streaked lip as a flush burns across your chest.

"feels good, yeah? i'm fucking you so deep, aren't i? mm, c'mon, angel . . . talk to me, talk to daddy." he eases more of his weight onto your pressed frame, feeding you deep, languid strokes so slow you can hear the wetness sloshing.

"yeahhh, it's good, er-en . . hnn, feelssogood, d-daddyyy," his name tears out of you in a pulled shudder, the syllables breaking over one another. it’s the type of sound that invites his wolfish grin, curled with a special kind of satisfaction. his smile is purely predatory when he gets to hitching your leg up higher, rocking into you faster. the lewdness of unfiltered noise begins to swell throughout the room.

before long, you're both trembling over the pace he’s taken; his fingers twitching along your pushed-up thighs, while you're left grappling for purchase along his bulging, corded biceps, your fingers digging into the sinuous centipede inked across his firm rounded muscle. frantically, you cling to one another as the world outside seems to fade away.

eren leans in, ink-dark strands escaping his hairtie, feathering your neck, and cascading over his shoulder to curtain your faces. overzealous, he captures your lips with his own once more, silencing your soft sounds with a deep kiss that tastes as saccharine as love itself, wettened by the salted twinge of adrenaline. his moans tumble out of him helplessly once you get to licking at his tongue. he juts it out for you to suckle on.

the tension brews to a fever pitch. you’re close, and so is he.

"komm und hol mich," he wants—no, needs you to cum for him, pleads in breathless sounds so gritty that you can feel them pass through your bones. those bright-teal eyes, glassed over with brimming tears of pleasure, desperately lock onto yours. his touch is just as urgent.

eren brings the calloused pad of his thumb to your clit, each deliberate rub a targeted press that sends fresh jolts of heat spiraling through your tummy, makes your hips buck up into the onslaught. his breath comes out in ragged puffs as his fleshy, kiss-bruised lips meet your ear, grazing the shell, words unfamiliar yet sweet all the same. “komm auf meinen schwanz, bitte.” the vulnerable rawness of his voice is a love language all in its own. something in you knows to follow his command, even if the meaning is a mystery. 

that building pressure low in your gut begins to coil, tightening into a concentrated knot that demands release. it’s a heavy, mercurial ache that pulses in sync with his movements, making your vision swim as you reach the precipice. your every nerve-ending screams for the sweet, sweet release that only his next deliberate strike can provide.

as for eren, his focus is simply fractured; hands moving with a restlessness that betrays how close he is to the edge. he lifts his free hand to knead and possess the soft weight of your right breast, his grip firm and demanding, before his fingers lift to heedlessly lace around your neck, as a means to keep you pinned in the middle of the storm of his movements. 

that same grasp trails away from pressing your artery, slinks down, and squeezes a big, greedy handful of ass into one palm alone. he delivers one smack— two, three. the fourth leaves red in its wake, blooming faint along warm-brown flesh. he merely smiles when you mewl at him. 

the combination he grants you is far too much, too fucking frantic; the stinging heat of his palm against your skin and the possessive weight of his hand at your throat leaves you feeling hazy and unmoored, your thoughts dissolving into a thoughtless, honeyed fog.

a few more of those slowed, plunging thrusts, paired with how nicely he toys with your puffy clit, is what finally shatters the dam and sends rolling waves of your orgasm to crash right through you. it washes over, heavy and thick, the feeling purely electric as it zips through the base of your spine all the way down to your tightly curled toes. your quivering legs lock around his lean waist as he fucks you through the height of it, dark-chestnut hair swinging over hunched shoulders.

"don't you let go yet— m'not done." eren rasps against your agape lips, voice a broken wreck. he taps your soft cheek in two firm pats when your eyes begin to flutter shut, peers at you through hooded eyes, forcing bitten words out through grit teeth, "look at me, schatzi," his fingers tangle into the soft, dense curls of your hair to tilt your head his way. "you came so fuckin' hard, tell me you felt that—shit! mm, p-please, baby . . tell me you’re mine."

you manage to open your mouth, try for an answer, but every brutal impact of his hips knocks the air from your chest, splintering your voice into meaningless little sounds. the rhythm of his pounding, loud and heavy, turns shaky and imprecise as he utterly loses the battle for control. you can see the strain in the way his adam’s apple bobs in his throat, his breath hitching as he teeters on the edge. 

eren frames your face with a sudden tenderness, his large hands encompassing either side of your head as if you’re the only thing keeping him tethered to the earth itself. he pulls you in until your foreheads touch, eyes locking in a feral, heavy-lidded stare that teases at his release. you babble out his name with every sloppy knock of his hips.

your inner walls clamp down in a steady, involuntary pulse around him, and the friction becomes too much for him to bear. then comes a guttural sound, ripping straight from his chest, followed by a smaller, vulnerable whimper that echoes out, almost like a plea:

"scheisse, ich komme— fffuuuck!"

he jolts forward with an almost animalistic force, burying himself to the very hilt as the first warm, heavy spurts of his release spill free from his cockhead and into your awaiting womb. you feel him throbbing deep within your silken walls, the pulsing erratic as he stuffs your cunt with thick loads of his cum; emptying himself, filling you.

a hushed stillness sets over eren's thirtieth-floor apartment. all movement drifts to a weighty pause; until, eren eventually collapses his full weight onto you with a long, shuddering sigh. the solid, unyielding mass of him drives a soft huff out from your throat, pinning you into the charcoal sheets in a way that feels strangely grounding.

his inked forearms bind around you like vines, pulling your bodies flush-tight until there’s no room left between you. in turn, you drape your arms over the broad expanse of his back, your thumbs tracing soothing circles over the angry, reddened lines of the skin you tore. 

"ugh— rennie, you're heavy."

"mmn." is his heedless response. you both lie there in a tangled, breathless heap of afterglow, your lungs working for shallow air as the adrenaline begins to recede. after threading through the dark, damp silk of his long hair, weaving and undoing braids in the same sitting, your arms finally loosen their hold around his nape. eren nuzzles his face into the soft swell of your breasts, the tip of his nose grazing the sensitive bone of your sternum as he seeks out your warmth.

a small, balmy laugh escapes you, the sound light and surreal against the dense, syrup-thick atmosphere. the air is heavy, saturated with the salt-sharp scent of skin, the musk of his cologne, the lingering sugar of your arab perfume, and the sweet, pungent tang of your collective release— a sensory memento of every orgasm you just shared.

"damn . .” the silence breaks around his voice, low and winded, “didn't think y’had a kink for that."

"hmm," you blink slow, the wisps of your curled lashes fluttering. "for what?"

"uh-uh, don't play dumb now," eren noses your jugular, tickling your neck with a nudge so fleeting you can’t help but break, a shy giggle bubbling up and out into the open. "could've just told me you wanted me to switch languages, princess."

“i didn't even know it was something i’d enjoy that much," you bite down on a drowsy laugh, manicured fingers lifting to idly twirl a stray, dark lock of his hair. you’re secretly glad his hair-tie snapped under the pressure.

"i like the way your brain just . . . shorts out when you hear it. makes you so . . ." a kiss, breaking the pattern of speech, is pressed to your upturned lips, so pink and soft.

“—much more," another, then a suckle to your jaw, "—responsive." there's a gravel-like texture to the sound of his teasing. "i don't think i've ever heard you get that loud before, baby.” eren hums aloud onto your skin, a low rumble of pure satisfaction that thrums low in his throat and vibrates against your chest.

he shifts his weight just enough to pepper wet, uncoordinated kisses along the sensitive expanse of your throat, his every movement sluggish with pleasure. 

“verdammt gut,” he murmurs against your skin, testing the effect he has over you, simply wishing to witness how tightly you’d pulse around him in response. sure enough, he smiles to himself when you do, walls clamping down where he remains stuffed inside you. a whispered moan falls from you, eyes screwed impossibly tight. 

his lips latch to your pulse as he mouths praises you don’t need to translate to understand. the meaning sounds as sweet as his kisses taste. “du bist so gut, liebling.” even though his brain's misted over with lust, and his dick is still warmly nestled deep inside you, he can’t help but nip playful marks into your flesh. you find yourself cooing at his affections, your fingers tangling in the deep-brown spill of his hair as you shallowly rock your hips onto his softening cock. 

he mumbles more foreign little nothings into the damp, sweat-slicked crook of your neck, the tone so tender it feels like a physical caress. 

“ich liebe dich so sehr, angel . . .” he breathes, the confession soft and embracing against your skin. it’s meaning is devotional, so unmistakable; he loves you, he loves you, he loves you. 

the ardency of the past hour's lovemaking seems to evaporate, leaving only the two of you sinking in the cooling sheets. from the crevice of your chest to his broadened one, your hearts beat heavy against one another in a synced tempo.

with one last, lingering kiss to your collarbone, eren lets his heavy eyelids fall shut. the silence that follows isn't empty. instead, it’s full and warm, smelling of salt, sandalwood, and the raw fragrancy of his adoration.

the darkness of the room feels like a protective veil. in the stillness, with his warmth still grounding you and his scent filling your lungs, you finally let your own eyes close, drifting into a deep, dreamless sleep cradled in the arms of the man who loves you more than he has the words to say.

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Father Figure𓆩ꢾ୧𓆪

"put your tiny hand in mine, i'd love to be your preacher, teacher, be your daddy, anything you have in mind."

aot boys as the older, inappropriate men in your life. ᯓ♡

part two

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CONTENT WARNINGS : SMUTTY, dubcon, power imbalance, hefty age gaps, psuedo-cest (stepdad), daddy kink, spanking, fingering, oral f!receiving, heavy petting, dry humping, unprotected sex, breeding kink, mentions of creampies, inappropriate use of cakes (?), car sex, semi public sex, tipsy sex, blowjobs, slight exhibitionism if you squint real hard

TRIGGER WARNINGS : def some abuse of power/power imbalance, just about all of these scenarios could be interpreted as dubcon, reader has an unstable home life in multiple of these scenarios and also lowkey has some mommy issues sprinkled in </3

includes : eren, armin, jean, reiner, connie, levi, and erwin

word count : 6k (i'm so sorry)

what's playing ♬: father figure by george michael

a/n : i went a lil crazy here and rambled…hehe my bad... i really hope you guys enjoy!

eren ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎

eren is a classic stepdad perv 

but that wasn’t his intention to begin with, it just kinda happened 

you were already 20 when he met your mom, off doing whatever it is that college girls do 

so he didn’t even get to meet you until a few years in — when the wedding planning became serious 

from the way your mother described you, he was expecting a rude brat 

but instead, there you were, this sweet, shy girl who offered a clammy palm for him to shake 

and then eren started to see it 

the way your mom picked fights with you

the way she was just so cold to you 

it started to make them fight in return

constant arguments over her treatment towards you made them start to push the wedding date further and further away 

but eren couldn’t leave, not while knowing he had a sweet thing like you who needed him 

he’d come to your room after dinner, and hold your hand while you vented and complained 

he tried really hard to be a proper father figure to you, no funny business whatsoever

but his resolve was only so strong for so long

at first you were like a skittish puppy, kicked around too many times to accept kindness without being wary of it

but eren was consistent, you could trust him 

so you did 

you started letting yourself be comfortable around him, started wearing your skimpy pajama sets around him instead of the big ol’ t-shirts and sweatpants you usually had on around the house 

it drove him up the fucking wall, watching you saunter down the stairs in those ridiculously tiny shorts and that goddamn tank top that barely held your tits back 

and then it happened 

he found his golden ticket that would take him straight to hell 

he had just finished doing the laundry and was padding into your bedroom to put away your clothes he washed for you 

(he definitely did it out of the kindness of his heart and not because he wanted to sniff your used panties) 

and he saw it, your diary laying haphazardly on your bed 

you were at a friend’s house, you wouldn’t be back until later that night, giving him some time to read a few pages 

he knew he was fucked up for this, but he was also fucked up for wanting to fuck his soon to be stepdaughter, so what was one more shitty thing? 

he flipped through a couple pages, his heart hurting upon reading about the treatment from your mother 

but as he flicked through the pages of around the time you two met, he noticed himself become a recurring topic 

at first it was innocent, “mom is introducing me to her fiancé i think his name is eren? i hope he’s nice.” 

and then “he’s a very kind man! and handsome too, i like him so far!”

“today eren picked me up from work and took me for ice cream, he’s the best. he makes me really nervous, i don’t know why though.”

“eren is the only person i can trust in this house, tonight he came to my room and held me while i cried about mom. but…part of me hoped that he’d pull me into his lap and hold me that way while i cried, but that feels kind of inappropriate…” 

“i had a wet dream about eren. i feel so dirty. i’m trying to tell myself it was just a dream, it means nothing – it has to mean nothing. he’ll be my stepdad soon. i’m going to try and forget about it.” 

“eren is the only thing that comes to mind when i touch myself, nothing else turns me on anymore, i’m so screwed.” 

and then, the latest entry, “tonight i’m meeting up with a boy, i really hope he distracts me from these feelings i have for eren, wish me luck.” 

fuck. no. 

eren grabbed his phone and checked your location, immediately rushing downstairs to snatch his keys off the hook and jump in his car

he hauled ass getting to you, he pounded on the door relentlessly, until a boy your age answered the door

he pushed past him and demanded you come out 

you were shocked to see eren, but he was nothing short of angry 

he pulled you by the wrist and dragged you to the car, ignoring that stupid boy calling after you

the car ride was silent, he ignored your attempts at explaining yourself, and all your tearful apologies for lying 

you were bent over his lap as soon as you entered your bedroom, your poor ass swatted raw as you sobbed, your legs kicking from the pain

he struck your ass for so long you couldn’t keep up with counting anymore 

“what happened to my good girl, huh? where’d she go?” he gritted out, craning his neck down to your beautifully blubbering face

“m’right here,” you hiccupped, body jerking as he slapped the fat of your ass with pure aggression 

“really? b’cause i don’t see her. hopefully i will soon.” he said sternly, pressing his palm firmly up against your cunt

you gasped, your body tensing upon the contact 

“e-eren..?” 

“shut up,” he snapped, grabbing your diary and tossing it on the floor in front of you 

“if you need me to take care of you,” he pushed the flimsy crotch of your shorts and panties to the side, dragging up and down your soaked folds, “you fucking ask me, not some little boy.” 

he fucked you with his long, thick fingers, curling right up against that sweet little spongy spot inside you, pressing his knee right to your clit 

he muffled your moans with his huge palm while he fingered you over his lap 

and then when he became impatient, he had you face down ass up in your soft frilly bed, his fat cock abusing your poor cunt 

you sucked him in and gripped him like you never wanted to let him go, leaving a milky ring of your arousal around the base of his cock

his hand was wrapped around your throat while he mounted you, grunting above you while he impaled you ruthlessly

“s’this what you wanted – what you needed?” he hissed, shuddering a moan at the tail end of his words, the sound of your wet cunt creaming around him making him twitch inside you

“y-yes ‘ren, thank you,” you sobbed, your response near incoherent with your cheek smushed into the pillow, your brain turning to goop as he bullied his thick length into you, stretching you out in ways you never had been before 

“this is my fuckin’ pussy now, you hear me? you only need my cock. repeat it.” 

“i-i only need your cock,” you cried, your body thrusted into the bed by the slamming of eren’s hips behind you

“that’s right honey, now be good and let daddy cum in you.” 

armin ᡣ˶ᵔ ​​ᵕ ᵔ˶𐭩 ♡

mr. arlert is your sweet, reliable next door neighbor!

he’s so wonderful, he always lets you come over and use his pool during the summertime 

he covers for you when you sneak out, even lets you borrow his car every now and then too 

he’s been the one you run to instead of your parents whenever a stupid boy has the audacity to break your heart 

he’s there for you more often than your own parents 

some people think its weird, how close you are with him, but he always reassures you that people just aren’t used to witnessing genuine kindness

so you thought he’d be a safe person to vent to during one of your sleepovers, about how none of your ex boyfriends just never made you feel a specific type of way 

“i-i dunno…maybe its weird to even talk about this, i’m sorry,” you trailed off, hugging one of his pillows close to your chest

he shook his head, reaching out and gently squeezing your forearm 

“its never weird, not with me,” he reassured you 

so you told him 

“i just…never really got turned on with my exes y’know? we’d do some stuff but i could never get into it and they’d always blame me. call me a stupid prude n’ stuff…” 

he got angry at that, those stupid little boys just didn’t know how to treat you the way you deserved, but he did. 

“sounds to me they’re immature boys, who didn’t take the time to really understand you or be patient with you. that isn’t your fault sweetheart.” 

“but i don’t even know what i like, maybe there is something wrong with me…” 

armin’s cock began to stir as his mind went rampant with all the ways he could make you cum… 

fuck, this topic was getting dangerous 

“no, don’t say that, don’t ever say that about yourself,” he pushed the pillow out of your arms, resting on his knees closer to you now, the bed dipping under his weight when he nears you 

he cups your cheeks, peering down at you with a tempting contemplation

“do you want…me to help you?” 

and that’s how you ended up with him up against his bedframe and your back safely tucked into his chest, his legs locking yours open while he rubbed your clit 

“does that feel good, sweetie?” he asked softly in your ear, his lips grazing your jaw

you just moaned, your head lulling back against his collarbones while he rubbed firm tight circles over your clit 

when he didn’t hear you respond, he patted your clit sternly, grabbing your attention 

“answer me. so i know you feel good.” 

“i-it feels so good, mr. arlert,” you keened, panting heavily 

“you’re so wet sweetie, did you ever get this way with those other boys?” he hummed in your ear, his free hand coming up to gently grope at your breast, his cock aching when he felt your lack of a bra

“n-no, never,” you breathed out, shaking your head 

he chuckled, the sound rumbling softly behind your back 

“figures.” he breathed out, feeling cocky at your answer 

“do you want to feel my fingers inside now, sweetie?”

“please!” 

he slid in his middle and ring finger, gripping your hip to keep you from squirming 

he pumped you nice and slow, resting his chin on your shoulder to watch himself fuck you on his fingers

“f-feels so much better when you do it mr. arlert,” you whimpered as you turned your head to the side, your nose brushing against his cheek 

“that’s what i like to hear, now watch me while i touch you sweetheart so you know how to do it yourself.” 

he made you cum twice with his fingers alone, taking advantage of how pliable and limp you were in his arms, and how easy it was to pull orgasms out of you

poor thing, you had been so pent up until you had mr. arlert take care of you

and then he had you sit on his face, urging you to figure out what you like by riding his face 

he made you cum so hard like that 

one hand traveled up, squeezing your breast under your shirt while the other snuck down beneath his boxers and began palming himself

you bucked your hips over him, grinding your clit against his wet and eager tongue 

he lapped your pussy up, moaning into your flesh while he devoured you, ruining you for anyone else who dared tried their luck with you after this 

when you had enough, he let you sink back into bed as he held you close, wrapping his arms around your trembling body 

he pressed his hips flush against your ass, his lips trailing over your shoulder 

“do you wanna learn one more thing, sweetheart?” 

jean (๑•́ ᎔ ก̀๑)

you love jean! 

he’s your dad’s best friend, and basically your’s too, you always say 

he’s so sweet on you, spoiling you rotten despite your parents protesting 

he’s always got your back, no matter what 

jean isn’t stupid, he knows you’ve got a little crush on him 

he thinks it’s real cute, the way you hide behind your occasional teasing and ribbing 

but overall, you’re very obedient towards him, and deep down he knows your eagerness to obey stems from this little infatuation you’ve got with him 

at first his natural response was hell no, you were only 18 when he first caught on 

of course he always thought you were beautiful but you’ve always just been a baby compared to him 

not to mention you’re his best buddy from highschool’s kid, naturally you’d be off limits even if you were in your forties 

but goddamn you really started filling out more in your 20s 

you got a little bolder too 

you often took advantage of your height difference with jean, always managing to wear something low cut and revealing when you knew he’d be around, well aware that he’d be granted a perfect view of your perfect tits

and then one night at an ungodly hour, you called jean 

“mr. kirstein?” you sniffled and his back went straight in his office chair, his hand squeezing his phone with angst 

he responded with your name, his voice riddled with worry 

“i’m so sorry but can you pick me up? i’m a party and i don’t… i don’t really wanna be here anymore…” 

“send me the address i’m on my way.” 

jean probably ran almost every red light that there was to get to you 

once he picked you up it was a battle of self control to not stare at you in his passenger seat 

the way your stupidly tiny and tight dress bunched around your thick thighs, and how you tried to shyly tug it back down but to no avail 

“wanna tell me what happened.” he spoke, glancing over at you

“it’s embarrassing…” you trailed off quietly, picking at your cuticles as your hands rested in your lap

“try me.” 

you stayed silent for a long passing beat, staring at your lap for what felt like forever, like you were weighing your options before you sighed, deciding to say fuck it and just be honest 

“i… i was playing beer pong. the loser had to do whatever the winner wanted them to do. i lost. and the guy i lost to told me to meet him upstairs..” 

“uh huh.” he was gripping the steering wheel hard, pretending it was the throat of whatever idiot you were playing against, his teeth nearly cracking from how hard he was clenching his jaw 

“long story short, we started making out and doing stuff… i couldn’t really get into it y’know? so i started to imagine someone else and…um… i-i said your name.” 

the car nearly jerked to a stop, his body frozen with a thin layer of cold sweat infecting every inch of his skin at your revelation 

“can you say something?” you mumbled, burning humiliation swallowing you whole amidst the heavy silence 

“so let me just uh…get this straight, are you saying that in order to get turned on you had to imagine me?”

“…yes.” 

he exhaled, clenching his jaw as he immediately went to pull over, unbuckling himself from the seat belt and turning to face you head on 

“i need you to tell me right fucking now that you don’t want me. tell me i’m too old for you and you’re disgusted at the thought of me touching you.” 

you gaped at him, slowly shaking your head once his words fully resonated in your head 

“i can’t.” 

“please…” he begged, needing you to reject him before he did something he couldn’t undo 

“mr. kirstein,” you unbuckled yourself, leaning across the center console, your hand shakily landing on his knee 

“please kiss me.” 

and he did. 

he grabbed you by your jaw and kissed you hard, groaning in your mouth as his free hand traveled down the nape of your neck, down the curve of your back and around the fat of your ass, gripping it hard 

he pulled you into his lap, moaning in your mouth when you settled comfortably on top of him. 

he extended his seat backwards, giving you more room as he guided your grinding hips, letting you rut against his fat bulge straining his slacks 

his hands fell to your thighs, squeezing you and letting himself fully indulge in you 

his fingers soon found your cunt, rubbing you over your panties 

you were so fucking wet just from a little kissing 

you took his hand and guided it beneath your panties, whimpering against his lips, pleading with him to touch you 

he tilted his chin down, staring at his hand tenting into your panties, the sound of your wet cunt clicking from how fucking soaked you were filling his ears 

he sunk his fingers into you, groaning when you bucked your hips against them, rocking over his long digits 

when you couldn’t take it anymore, and when he couldn’t take it anymore, you found yourself in his backseat, bouncing stupidly on his fat cock, pretty breasts getting bruises sucked into them by his warm mouth 

“f-fuck, my sweet girl, my sweet sweet girl,” he groaned mindlessly into your chest, kissing you over your heart 

“pussy is so fuckin’ perfect, jus’ listen,”

and he curled his palm over your mouth, silencing your loud moans to make you hear your own cunt getting fucked raw 

“gonna cum in you, gonna make you crawl into your cute lil’ bed tonight full of my cum baby — now beg me for it.” 

reiner ₍ᐢ › ̫ ‹ ᐢ₎

mr. braun is your best friend’s dad 

but he insists on you just calling him reiner, he’s a cool dad after all 

he’s a divorcee, or well, about to be 

his bitch of an ex wife must be clinically insane to have cheated on a fine specimen like him 

you would’ve never done that to him 

you swear you’d be so good to him, and sometimes you wonder if he thinks the same 

he can’t, he shouldn’t, he really shouldn’t, you’re his daughter’s best friend 

he could easily be your father 

but he’s not, and you try really hard to remind him of that but he can’t seem to catch a hint 

that oblivious old man. 

he thinks you’re such a good girl, completely unsuspecting of the desires you harbor for him 

you’re so sweet, you come by to check up on an old man like him even when your friend isn’t home 

what 20 something year old does something so kind! 

(the one that wants her bff’s dad to fuck her stupid) 

you were taking a culinary course at your university, and reiner had been reaping the benefits of it 

you made it a habit to come by and  drop off your latest confectionaries, nearly pavlov’ing reiner into getting hungry whenever you’re around 

much to your fortune heh 

and then on one sunny afternoon, you swung by, pretty sundress hugging your body, little kitten heels adorning your pedicured feet, with a strawberry cake frosted with chocolate whipped buttercream in hand 

reiner nearly dropped to his knees at the sight, wondering how on earth he got so lucky 

you sat on the kitchen island, legs dangling casually while he stood beside you, cutting a slice for himself onto a plate, moaning with delight at the taste 

“goddamn, honey you’ve got a real knack for this y’know that?” 

“you flatter me, mr. braun,” 

“mm-no,” he shook his head, chewing down his bite, “call me reiner, mr. braun makes me feel old.” 

you smiled, shrugging while leaning forward, gently swiping away the frosting in the corner of his lips 

“who said being a little older was such a bad thing?” 

his breathing stuttered in his throat along with his heart in his chest, his eyes widening as he laughed nervously 

he stepped back, turning away so you couldn’t see the way he got incredibly flushed at that, reaching into his fridge to grab a water 

“you’re too sweet, honey.” 

when he turned back around, you were staring at him in a way that would make better men than him weak. 

despite better judgment, he still walked back towards you 

“reiner,” you said softly, alluringly, with a slight tilt of your head 

you leaned upwards, attempting to latch your lips to his 

he almost met you with his own, groaning begrudgingly before pulling away, shaking his head 

“n-no shit, i-i can’t i’m sorry honey it-it’d be beyond wrong.” 

you frowned, nearly pouting as you hopped off the counter, cornering him against the fridge 

“don’t you think im pretty?” you asked quietly, eyebrows drawn with an insecure concern 

he softened, his hands coming up to gently squeeze your arms, nodding in earnest 

“oh of course i do, but it isn’t about that i just—“ 

“then why won’t you kiss me?” 

oh fuck it 

his ex wife had made him feel so unattractive and undesirable, despite the fact that he frequently attended the gym and made efforts in maintaining his physique 

but you? you made him feel recognized in all his efforts, even the ones beyond his physicality 

so maybe indulging in his daughter’s best friend was something he could treat himself to, just this once 

he hauled you up in his big strong arms, hoisting you back onto the counter, standing between your thighs 

he kissed you hard, and you moaned desperately, hooking your fingers in his belt loops and pulling him in closer to you 

he pushed you back onto the counter, acting with reckless abandon, tugging the sweetheart neckline of your dress, reaching over and swiping the frosting from off the cake you brought and smearing it across your tits 

he bent down and mouthed all over your chest, making a complete sweet mess of you 

you tugged at his hair while he licked you up, whimpering as you felt him rock his hips against you 

he was so impatient, he couldn’t hold back from hiking your dress up and pushing your panties to the side 

he fished himself from out his trousers and boxers, slapping his fat cock over your tummy 

you gasped at the sight, your mouth going dry as you realized taking him might be a bigger feat than you expected 

“look at what you do to me, honey..”  he groaned, grabbing himself by the base of his cock, dragging himself up and down your pussy, collecting your arousal over his fat tip 

he swirled over your clit a few times, swallowing hard at the way you whimpered his name every time he did it 

he caught you off guard and pushed in, shivering at your tightness 

he slid in so easily, you were so fucking soaked 

he fucked you with everything he had, releasing all the pent up desire he’d been keeping to himself, into you 

he buried his face in your chest, licking and nipping and sucking at your skin while he pounded away into you 

you trapped him inside you, locking your legs around his hips while he held you firmly, holding you tight so you didn’t fall off the counter from how hard he thrusted into you 

“goddamn,” he grunted into your skin, kissing his way back up to your mouth 

“feeling good honey?” he’d utter against your lips, feeling his heart race with satisfaction when you’d whimper and nod, dazed over his cock 

poor reiner hasn’t gotten laid in he didn't even know how long, and ended up cumming earlier than he would’ve liked 

he was so embarrassed, sliding out of your sopping cunt, apologizing repeatedly 

you truly didn’t mind, even though you hadn’t cum yet, reassuring him gently that it was fine 

but he couldn’t have that 

he swiped a chunk of cake once more, lowering himself between your thighs and smearing the dessert over your leaking cunt, dripping from his cum 

“lemme just clean you up, honey.” 

connie ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

mr. springer — or connie, is your dad’s business associate 

your dad wanted to keep a close eye on you right out of college, wanting to make sure you didn’t stray off and lose yourself in a dead end job 

so what better way to keep track of you and not let you embarrass him or your family name than by scoring you a job at his firm! 

it’s so boring and draining sometimes you wonder if it really is sucking the life out of you 

but then you met connie 

he was such a nice rift in the mundanity at your job 

he’d hang around your desk, bring you coffee and sneak you snacks from the exec’s rec room, knowing that theirs was far better than what the sad little break room that the lower entry workers had 

he always tried to convince your dad to lighten up on you, and despite his efforts usually ending in vain, it still meant a lot to you knowing you had someone in your corner 

he’d even take you home after work sometimes, or pick you up, iced coffee in tow of course to make the morning more tolerable 

he was the best! 

especially when you had to attend the god awful company christmas party 

a bunch of old boring farts discussing their boring lives at a boring party no one wanted to be at 

you were getting your head chattered off by a random old man who worked below your father, rambling on about things that you couldn’t care less to hear about 

and as always, connie swooped in and saved you, politely tugging you along under the polite guise of “sorry, her dad’s lookin’ for her.” 

he tucked you away into the safety of his spacious office, pressing the button under his desk to draw the curtains across his glass doors. 

“you’re a life saver.” 

“nah. i just don’t like seeing you suffer.” 

you weren’t sure if it was the couple of drinks you managed to sneak from the open bar or if it was the way he was looking at you that made you so bold, but you sat at the corner of his desk beside him, peering down at him in his chair 

“why’re you so nice to me connie?” 

“does there have to be a reason?” he asked, resting his chin against his knuckles 

you shrugged, shaking your head. “no. but… i’d like there to be.” 

“you’d like there to be?” he repeated slowly, letting the weight of your words ring in the air, trying to give you an opportunity to wave off the thickness in the air and blame the couple of drinks in your system for the way you ‘mispoke’ 

“yeah.” you confirmed and goddamnit, you swatted away his offer and in return half of his restraint 

he said your name warningly, but you slid off his desk and into his lap, straddling him 

you rubbed your clothed clit over his dress pants, hiking your modest dress in a not so modest way, whimpering into his neck 

he gripped your hips, unable to stop himself from rolling up to meet your ministrations 

“you’re such a fucking tease,” he uttered in your ear, groaning lowly as he groped your ass, squeezing you hard 

you giggled, kissing at his jawline 

“i’d only be a tease if i wasn’t willing to give you more,” you murmured in his ear, tilting your face until your lips brushed against each other’s 

he eliminated the space between you two and kissed you hard 

you could taste the champagne on his tongue and grapes from the charcuterie board, moaning as you ground your hips against his, snaking your hand between your bodies to palm his cock over his pants 

before you knew it, you were bent over his desk, his papers and office supplies scattered across the floor as he fucked you

his body hunched over yours, his thick cock filling your cunt so good as he pivoted in and out of you, your slickness starting to stain the crotch of his pants 

“should make you my secretary, ‘could fuck you like this anytime i wanted,” he grunted in your ear, pulling a deep whimpery moan from the depths of your chest, burying his cock deeper into you for emphasis 

you grinded your clit against the edge of his desk while he slammed his hips against your ass, staining the table with your arousal 

“fu-fuck, you’re so deep,” you cried out, covering your mouth with your palm 

he grabbed your arm and pinned it behind your back, using it as leverage to fuck into you harder 

“nah i wanna fuckin’ hear you, go ahead, make some noise, make the party for everyone a little more interesting you slut.” 

levi ૮₍ꐦ -᷅ ⤙ -᷄ ₎ა

professor ackerman…😵‍💫😵‍💫

captain hardass of the ss hardass. 

he still does that shit that your elementary school teachers did where he makes everyone pick up one piece of trash in the class before they can leave 

he’s extremely particular about the way his class functions, and isn’t afraid to straighten anyone out if he sees it fit 

he honestly scared the shit out of you for like a solid three months 

however you were actually one of his favorite students, but you’d never know that because his face hardly ever cracks out of the same stare he gives everyone and his voice rarely straying away from anything but monotone 

but he saw how hard you tried, how you put effort into participating and asking questions 

he saw lot of potential in you 

and when he started to notice your work get turned in later and later and the overall decline in quality, he had you stay after class one day 

he dropped your essay onto the desk before you, crossing his arms 

“what’s going on?” 

you couldn’t get yourself to divulge much, too embarrassed to tell him about your home life and how hard it was for you to stay on top of your schoolwork 

“listen,” he exhaled, leaning down towards you, his index finger pressed to your paper 

“i know you. i know you’re better than this. and i don’t just mean with your assignments. you’re bright, don’t let yourself fizzle out before you can even reach your peak.” 

his words lit a spark back into your heart, worsening the embarrassing crush you already had on him 

“thank you sir…” 

“don’t thank me, i am somewhat responsible for the decline in your work as well. i obviously need to improve as your professor to help you succeed. it isn’t just on you or whatever outside outliers there may be. from now on we’ll have some one on one sessions after class.” he didn’t ask, he stated. 

oh dear god. 

you had no idea how you were going to focus studying one on one with him, you already had trouble focusing when you weren’t floundering under the weight and pressure from your parents and other classes, but now you’ll be alone with him?? 

“y-you really don’t have to—“ 

he said your name, stern like the sound of a ruler snapping 

“if you want to pass this class i’d suggest you relinquish whatever humility and bashfulness you have and just accept the help.” 

and so over the course of two months you stayed back after class whenever you had professor ackerman, and your grades began to improve because of it 

you had expected him to cease your meetings but he kept speaking as if the routine were meant to be ongoing, never offering an end date to your sessions 

he’d began bringing you tea as well, nodding towards it silently before going over the coursework 

he was surprisingly patient, never once getting frustrated with you when you struggled to grasp a concept 

he quite enjoyed having you to himself like this, which was dangerous, he knew that 

he caught himself feeling a twinge of anticipation on the days when he knew he’d see you, and knew he should probably cease the unnecessary contact 

your grades were already improving, you didn’t need the extra help 

but what if you were to stray off course again? 

he had to make sure you remained focused… yeah… that was the reason 

but it seemed maybe you were beginning to lose that focus all over again 

he caught you loitering outside his class before you were due to meet with him, talking to some fucking boy  

you were giggling like an idiot at something he presumed wasn’t even funny to begin with 

he said your name, his voice hitting you like a gong, your gaze and attention abandoning the guy you were talking to 

his eyes flickered from you to inside his class, wordlessly motioning for you to enter 

so you left the guy with a quiet “see you later…” trailing behind levi like a puppy with her tail between her legs. 

he shut the door behind you and walked over to his desk with you behind him 

“so i see you’re beginning to shift priorities.” 

“n-no it’s not that sir, he’s in my other class we were just talking about our assignment,” 

“didn’t know assignments could bring about such laughter.” 

“i-i don’t think this is really fair..” you mumbled, a slight huff in your voice 

his stare had hardened and he leaned forward, catching your eyes once more 

“what isn’t fair is you absorbing all of my conference periods so that i can ensure you pass my course. i don’t have to offer extra assistance to you if you’re not going to make proper use of it.” 

you felt too much like a scolded child, so you rose from your seat and began making your way to the door again 

“fine. then don’t. thanks for your time, sir.” 

he slammed the door shut as soon as you opened it, his big palm beside your head 

you could feel the heat radiating off of him and scorching you through your clothes 

when you turned around he stared at you, his eyes scanning every single part of you that there was, knowing he was possibly jeopardizing his career and standing at the university, his reputation, everything 

but he couldn’t help himself, he pressed his lips to yours and kissed you, relief flooding him when you matched his intensity and kissed him back, wrapping your arms around him 

you stumbled back over near his desk, and he pushed you up against his whiteboard, pulling you by your hips and pressing you against him, letting you feel how much he’s needed you 

“you have infuriated me,” he kissed you hard, breathing against your lips when he barely pulls away

“everyday that i’ve seen you. you make everything so difficult,” he groaned, pushing his bulge up against your clothed cunt 

“i’m sorry,” you breathed out tearfully, and he scoffed, kissing down your neck 

“you should be.” 

and uncharacteristically, without an ounce of the usual reserve he typically has, he freed himself from his dress pants and pulled your jeans down enough to allow him access to fuck  you up against his whiteboard 

“god,” he choked out when he slid into your soaking, tight warmth 

“this stays between us, understand?” he grunted in your ear, silencing you with his palm over your mouth, sending a hard thrust deep inside you 

you nodded, whimpering behind his hand as he took you 

“i’ve thought about this so much,” he admitted shakily, panting in your neck, kissing along the exposed skin of your chest while he fucked you, his heavy cock stretching your cunt out 

“you make me feel filthy,” he groaned against you, stilling and letting you feel his fat cockhead deep inside you 

“it’s only fair i do the same to you.” 

he sent you on your way to your next lecture with a fat load of his cum inside you <3 

erwin ( •̀∀•́ )✧

mr. smith is the worlds best boss ever! 

he even lets you call him erwin but only when you two are alone 

you’re his personal assistant, and you’re well liked amongst your department but simultaneously envied 

erwin is kinda soft on you, it’s hard to try and dispute that 

none of his assistants lasted longer than 5 months but you? you’re steady on the track of being with him for a year ! 

yay you !! 

initially he wasn’t quite sure what it was about you that drew him to you 

maybe because you were just so… earnest? 

so honest and sweet without it being fake or overbearing 

he could tell you really wanted to make his life easier, and that what drove you was the fact that you made him out to be a better man in your mind than what he truly was 

but that’s okay, he can lean into that for you 

and after he managed to slowly but surely collect information on your personal life, he realized where your obedience came from 

poor baby just wants an older man to be proud of her 

oh and he is, you make him so proud every day! 

you listen sooo well 

like when he told you the new dress code was pencil skirts and black pantyhose, you didn’t question it, even when you noticed most of the women in the office didn’t seem to abide by it 

but it’s okay you just figured you were still doing the right thing 

or like when he has you come in and massage his shoulders and rub his temples for him between the intervals of his online meetings with foreign investors, you just figured it was another facet of the job! 

 or when he would sit you down, and rub your shoulders 

and slowly sink to his knees and gently remove your heels, neatly setting them to the side before he’d rest your ankle against his meaty thigh and rub your feet for you 

he’s just being a good boss and showing his appreciation to his assistant is all! 

“you work so hard for me, dear i assure you, this is the least i could do.” 

and when he rises back up to his full stature, standing beside you, not bothering to hide the way he was straining against his trousers, you didn’t mind, you just shyly looked away, offering him silent grace of pretending you didn’t notice it 

but he wanted you to 

he’d croon your name softly, dragging your gaze back up to him 

and when he leaned in to kiss you, you accepted happily, leaning up in his chair to kiss him eagerly 

he pulled you out of his chair and gently pushed you to your knees, cradling your jaw adoringly 

“need you to do one more thing for me, dear.” 

your hands were grappled around his hips, pretty eyes running with tears as you took his cock down your throat, moaning around his thick length 

he was bigger than any of the guys you had been with previously, and he knew that without you saying a word 

it filled him with deep pride knowing no one else had hit the back of your throat like he had, completely untouched except from him 

his deep groans uttered into the thick air and wafted around you, urging you to keep up with making him feel good despite the stinging in your jaw and the uncomfortable prickles of pain in your knees 

he thrusted shallowly into your mouth, shuddering a low breath as he watched you take him to the best of your abilities 

his heart soared at the sight of you so beautifully impassioned to suck his cock and make him cum, like it was your sole purpose and duty 

“you’re so lovely dear, even like this…so eager to please, expect a raise soon,”. he’d groan thickly, getting lost in a cloud of pleasure, trying his hardest to even his tone 

you hummed around his cock, and he nearly fell forward, leaning deeper into you with one palm flat against his desk, the other behind your head 

and when you came out of his office, stumbling and limping slightly with a hoarse throat, shyly wiping the corners of your mouth, no one really batted an eye 

they just knew erwin was simply indulging in his sweet little assistant and that it wouldn’t be the last time

[smbodythatiusedtono]

Levi Ackerman being woken up by his son.

Levi woke up to a tiny hand poking his cheek, followed by a giggle when he went "tch". Levi's eyes opened reluctantly and he spotted his toddler awake and smiling at him. "It's 5 in the morning." The toddler gave him a wide, gummy smile little grey eyes looked up at him, just like his own. "Not that it bothers you."  Levi stated, rubbing his tired eyes. You were asleep beside him. He kept the toddler to his side so he wouldn't wake you as well, one sleep deprived parent was enough.

He turned to the toddler who was now climbing onto his chest, Levi's arms were held out to grab him if he fell. "Why so early today, kid?" The kid immediately fussed. Levi smirked.  HIs tiny hand held Levi's jaw. "You hungry?" The toddler only moved his hand higher and tugged at Levi's hair. "No, my hair is not a toy." He stopped and yawned, his tiny face scrunched up. His tiny cheek pressed against Levi's chest and he tried to fall asleep. The innocent affection made Levi's chest warm. "Out cold after ruining my sleep schedule?" He spoke softly though, pulling the blanket over them both and glancing over at your sleeping face which looked similar to the little face on his chest.

There were soft, little breaths against Levi's chest.  A soft tuft of hair that matched yours lay perfectly in front of him. He felt you shift beside him, moving to snuggle up by his side. Levi kept one hand on the little guy's back and the other under your head as you slept.

Just a tiny drabble of levi as a dad!

[pvandboxmanswife]

modern AU girl dad levi headcanons

CW/TW: none really besides levi being a protective dad and always fearing the worst will happen

girl dad! levi who after checking on you first in the hospital, cautiously and slowly held your baby girl. for a moment he didn’t say anything, just looking down in sheer amazement that you both actually had a baby.

girl dad! levi who always gets up to tend to your daughter whenever she starts crying in the middle of the night so you can get rest and so he can go hold her for a bit

girl dad! levi who swears that you’ll never catch him going out of his way for your daughters whims only for you to see him wearing a tiara and awkwardly sat on one of those small toddler chairs attending your daughters “tea party” with other stuffed animals filling the seats just a few moments later.

girl dad! levi who has to hide the small proud smirk forming on his mouth when you both get a call from the school saying your daughter hit a boy who was making fun of her.

girl dad! levi who as much as he wants to protect her —more than anything— want her to be able to protect herself.

girl dad! levi who refuses to let your daughter go to someone else’s house unless he or you can go too, never fully trusting someone else with the safety and wellbeing of your daughter.

girl dad! levi who says that he won’t be getting her takeout because “we have food at home” only to ask for her order a few minutes later.

girl dad! levi who swears he’s not getting his daughter whatever expensive gift it is she wants only for it to be neatly wrapped under the tree come Christmas morning

girl dad! levi who treats you with the utmost respect, love, and care not only out of pure love for you but so his daughter can have an example of a how man should treat you.

girl dad! levi who loves both his girls more than anything.

[hangenism]

꒰ ♡ ⸝⸝ EVER BEEN TO PARIS? ❤︎︎ ₊ ⊹ reader surprises reiner && jean with her new lingerie ! ⎯⎯　smut　⸝⸝　no plot　⸝⸝ afab!reader

“holy shit.” was what jean blurted out when he saw your lingerie. the pretty shade of pink complimented your skin. it was lacy and hugged your curves in all the right places. of course, the two men that towered over you eyed it carefully, as if they were undressing you with just their eyes.

“do you like it?” you teased lightly. they only nodded, eyes never leaving the blush set. you giggled softly and moved up the bed. reiner followed suit, still fully dressed. jean, on the other hand, slowly started to strip. you shamelessly stared as he took off his clothes.

jean was hard. his tip was red and leaking with precum. he stroked himself a few times before walking up to the foot of the bed. “come over here, pretty.” without hesitation, you complied and met him at the edge of the bed. reiner watched from the bed as you kissed jean. it was slow at first, his lips capturing yours in a sweet kiss, then it turned hungry. he cupped your face and pulled you impossibly close, practically stealing your breath. he kissed you like you were his oxygen and he was running out. you lowered your hand and pumped the base of his cock as you kissed him back with the same passion. he grunted softly and you felt him twitch in your hand.

you felt reiner before you heard him. his large hands gripped your waist and pulled you away from jean. jean narrowed his eyes at him, but stroked himself as he watch the two of you kiss. you tangled your hands in reiner’s hair and he groaned softly. after a bit, he broke the kiss and started to trail kisses down your neck, quickly making his way down your chest. when he got to your tits, he turned to jean with a grin.

reiner didn’t have to say anything, jean immediately knew what he had in mind. the two men took each breast in their mouths and sucked gently. you moaned at the contact. the feeling of their tongues swirling around your nipples sent a shiver down your spine. your hands quickly found their way in their hair. you threw your head back and cried out their names, tugging at their hair slightly.

after the two of them argued over who could fuck you first, you laid on your back and spread your legs wide. reiner won since he’s thicker and could “stretch you out first.” he’s just being greedy, really, but so is jean.

the second reiner slipped inside of you, jean’s lips found yours. he snaked his hand between your legs and rubbed your clit in gentle circles with his thumb. you moaned into his mouth, eyes rolling to the back of your head. reiner’s thick cock split you open, each inch had you trembling underneath him. the slow drag of his cock against your walls was agonizing. his name escaped from your lips, warm walls hugging his thick cock tightly.

“you’re doing so well beautiful, taking me so well.” he said. you whined and spread your legs further apart. he angled his hips slightly and somehow reached even deeper inside of your tight cunt. “rei,” you cried out softly. he let out a low groan himself as your walls clenched around him. jean lowered his head down, lips finding your breast again. his brown eyes locked with yours as he swirled his tongue around your nipple. mouth slightly agape, your hands flew to his hair to tug at it. this only egged jean further. a sinful moan left you, his mouth hot on your tits.

the pressure building in your lower abdomen signaled that you were close. you clenched around reiner even tighter, earning another groan from him.

“you’re close pretty?” reiner murmured, dropping his head to your neck. he sucked the skin gently.

“uh huh,” you heard yourself reply.

reiner moved his hips faster, balls slapping against your ass with each stroke. you cried out his name and buried your face in his neck. “feels so good rei—fuck—i’m coming,” your orgasm crashed over you, hard and fast. you clung to reiner’s bicep to ground yourself. his hips slowed as he approached his own high. he buried you to the hilt before coming deep inside of you. after catching his breath, he slowly pulled out and watched as his seed dropped out of your aching cunt. the greedy man pushed some back in with his fingers before leaning down to give you a kiss.

“you did amazing,” he murmured against your lips. mind hazy, you kissed him back slowly. your legs felt like jelly, but there was still jean. his erection was pressed against your thigh. you reached over and stroked it with your hand lazily. he grunted and shifted on the bed beside you.

“you okay?” he whispered to you. you looked up and met his eyes.

“yes,” you muttered. you glanced down to his leaking tip in your palm.

reiner kissed your cheek and leaned over to kiss jean’s. “treat her nicely,” he said with a grin. jean raised an eyebrow at him. “i always do, don’t i?”

you nodded eagerly. “mhm,” your hand traveled to the base of his cock. you stroked him gently and his eyes fluttered shut. reiner cupped his face before kissing him. jean shuddered into the kiss, cock twitching in your hand. you giggled as you watched him squirm under your touch. reiner broke the kiss and titled his head at you.

“you’re just gonna tease him the whole time? damn." jean glared at him and turned to you. “no more teasing… please?” he frowned and you almost felt bad. almost.

you were sitting in the middle of your two boyfriends who were, despite one of them just coming inside of you, were still very, very horny.

“hmmm, okay.” you tugged his hand and pushed him back into the bed. he smirked the second you swung a leg over his lap. grabbing the head, you teased your wet folds with the tip of his cock. jean, impatient as ever, kissed your shoulder and bucked his hips up each time you pressed his tip into your entrance. reiner’s lips were captured on jean’s ear, nibbling lightly.

finally, you sank down on jean’s cock, slowly taking him inch by inch. you bit your lip as you struggled to take all of him. jean was on the longer side. riding him always took a second to get used to. you gasped when he bottomed out and clenched around him. smacking your ass, he groaned and leaned his head in the headboard.

“so tight, baby. i thought rei you stretched out enough…”

reiner, who was now on the corner of the bed, stroking his half-hard cock with his hand, glared at jean.

“i did.”

jean chuckled, leaning back to angle his hips. seems like he was gonna do all the work right off the bat. you were glad, your legs still felt weak from earlier. jean shook his head with a chuckle. he looked up with you, eyes dark with lust, and kissed your jaw.

“gonna make you come so hard you see stars.”

he grabbed your hips and started thrusting into you at a steady pace. your hands found his shoulders to steady yourself as he bullied your gummy walls. the way he reached so deep inside of your pussy, hitting that spot, made you moan out his name.

“yeah i know baby, i know, you’re doing so good for me,” he praised softly. he smacked your ass occasionally, and cursed under his breath every time your hips met and you became one. "you weren't this loud for rei, now were you?"

"jeann," you whined softly. you were overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure of the friction of rubbing against his pelvis. in the far back of your mind, you could hear reiner’s broken moans and curses as he came undone in his palm. he jerked himself off to way your ass rippled every time you sunk back down on jean’s cock again and the way your tits bounced as jean met his hips with yours. jean chased your own climax, angling his hips just right so his cock could curve and hit your g spot with every thrust.

jean’s eyes locked with yours as you came. the feeling took you over and you collapsed on his chest. your eyes fluttered shut as your chest heaved. he joined you shortly after, hips stuttering before he stilled, emptying his seed.

“jesus christ,” he muttered under his breath. reiner grunted at the corner of the bed. you were speechless. you could barely even think straight. you felt two hands lift you and place you in the bed. the two men worked quietly to clean you up. a warm rag to clean up, and bubble bath to relax, and light kisses to shower you with love.

you found yourself in the middle of them again in the bubble bath. you splashed the two of them with water sly grin.

“perverts! what do you have to say for yourself?” you teased.

they exchanged a glance before deadpanning.

“i blame the lingerie.”

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[tr1xxyjis00]

I didn't know I needed Reiner x reader x Jean until I read one lol. It was good one

[hangenism]

♡ ⸝⸝ disobeying levi's orders comes with a price ... cw: nsfw

would it be completely wrong to say you went too far today? no, not necessarily, but...it was much more complicated than that. blatantly ignoring captain levi's instructions and defending it wasn't something that you did off the whim. you firmly believed you had made the right call. so, now you were to pay for it.

the moment you sank down on levi's cock, it was over. he had won, without either of you realizing yet. the delicious way he split you open was enough for you to sob an apology in his shoulder. but, as stubborn as you were, you kept your composure—well, as much as you could given the fact he was nested inside of you.

"that shut you up quickly, huh?" he murmured softly. you glared at him and placed your hands on his shoulders, slowly lifting your hips. you whined as his cock slipped outside of your aching cunt before slamming back down. the groan you let out when your hips connected once more was embarrassing to say the least. he let out a low groan himself with a small “fuck.” your walls fluttered around him and you buried your face in his neck.

“hey, don’t hide from me.” you lifted your head at this. his hands found your hips and he guided you up and down his shaft. it felt like with each stroke, he reached deeper and deeper inside. with a broken moan, you gripped his shoulders to steady yourself. his tip kissed your cervix every time he bottomed out. you shuddered, gummy walls hugging him tightly.

“it’s too much,” you cried out. your legs trembled, struggling to lift your hips once more.

“c’mon. keep going. where’s all that attitude from earlier?” he replied, grey eyes narrowing at you. you glared back, but started up again. you didn’t miss the way his eyes fluttered shut as you bounced up and down in his cock. or the way he twitched each time your velvet walls squeezed around him like your life depended on it. the bastard liked it, liked punishing you for ignoring direct orders. part of you wondered if he gave you such shitty instructions on purpose to have you like this.

“i don’t have an attitude,” you retorted. you frowned and opened your mouth to say something else, but his palm landed on your ass with a light smack!

“you’ve argued enough with me today, don’t you agree?” he snapped his hips up and shamelessly watched as your tits bounced. you whined in response and it took everything in you not to hide your face in his neck again. every drag of his cock caused pleasure to build up in your stomach.

“no,” you choked out. “not enough.”

levi raised an eyebrow. “this isn’t enough for you?” he asked, misunderstanding you on purpose. he leaned back against the headboard, and grabbed your hips, picked up the pace. levi was too impatient to watch you ride him slowly to the edge of overstimulation. no, he needed to feel you coming around him, now. each thrust came with his tip brushing against your sweet spot. the moans you let out only egged him on more.

“levi, please,” you begged. you had no idea what you were asking him, all you could think about was how close you were. your eyes searched his desperately. he stared back, cock still disappearing in and out of your aching cunt. mind blank, you threw your head back and moaned. you were right there, pleasure on the edge of tilling over, when he stilled his hips abruptly.

you gaped at him. his hands found the plush of your hips grinding you against his pelvis slowly. your cunt fluttered around him, cock pulsating against your walls.

“you’re not coming until i get my apology.” his voice broke through the haziness. before you could stop yourself, you mumbled a small “sorry” underneath your breath. he clicked his tongue and shook his head.

“you can do better than that, i know you can,” he taunted with a smirk. he leaned in and his lips found your neck. he sucked the skin gently and chuckled against your skin. you pulled away with a frustrated sigh.

“i’m sorry…” you muttered. levi moved his hips slightly and there it was. that fire, that pleasure you were chasing, ignited once again. you wanted to taste it, you had to. even if it meant bending to his will, slightly.

you clenched around him and frowned as he let out a low groan. “i’m very sorry for disobeying your orders…but.” levi stopped his hips.

“i was also trained to make the best decision for the given situation, captain, so i believe i was just performing my duty.”

his jaw clenched again, except this time, he relaxed right after. he scoffed and brought your hand to his chest. his heart was racing. he watching you carefully as a confused expression crossed your face.

“are you prepared to defend that before your superiors?” he looked slightly amused.

without a word, you lifted your hips up and down, fucking yourself dumb on his cock again. this time, he didn’t stop you, he just muttered curses under his breath. heat pooled in your stomach once more as your walls clenched around him, sucking levi deep inside of you.

it only took a few more thrusts for a wave of pleasure to crash over you. levi followed you soon thereafter, ropes of his seed spilling into you. he pulled out, sensitive cock still twitching.

“shit,” he exhaled.

you collapsed in his chest with a grin. you tapped his neck and whispered into his skin.

“the answer is yes, captain.”

chickened out on doing a full on captain kink idk if we fw that or if i do... not requested but ppl have asked me to write more levi so here ya go :')

[cha0ticbean]

brats and idiots

levi x reader smut!!

Levi had always been the type of guy to give orders with the expectation that no one questioned him. Which was generally true. People were scared of him and rarely spoke back.

Until you.

You, with your brash comments and unfiltered thoughts. You never had a problem with telling Levi no or putting him in his place when he’s being stubborn. And, contrary to popular belief, Levi liked that. Even he needed someone to keep him in line every now and again. He thought you were the obvious choice to be his vice captain, and when Erwin asked him after an expedition who he wanted, he didn’t even hesitate to nominate you: a good fighter, a collected individual, and a headstrong woman.

Despite this, Levi sometimes found himself regretting his decision.

Yes, you were a strong, independent thinker. But the independence didn’t stop there. On missions, you’d sometimes elect to ignore his orders to stay back. Or while training, when you’d roll your eyes at whatever exercises he wanted to do. None of this, however, pissed him off more than when you directly contradicted him in meetings.

Right now was one of those times.

Levi suggested going on a scouting mission within the same month as the previous one. You thought he was an idiot for even thinking of it and had no hesitation in speaking your mind. Levi could only glare at you.

By the time the meeting had ended, tensions between him and you were high. You knew what you were doing, and Levi hated it. Immediately upon your dismissal, Levi grabbed your arm and dragged you to his office. He ignored your complaints the entire way there.

Upon reaching his office, he shoved you inside and slammed the door shut, locking it behind himself.

“Fucking brat!” he hissed, storming over to you with a fire in his eye.

You scrunched your nose up at the name. “Well, if I’m a brat, you’re an idiot,” you retorted, childishly sticking your tongue out at him.

“You do that shit on purpose— know it’ll piss me off,” he went on. “Shouldn’t have made you my vice captain. You never know when to just shut the hell up.”

Most people would cower in the presence of a pissed off Levi. When he was calm, he looked like he was ready to drop kick the nearest soldier, so him mad was an entirely different beast. One most people would run away from. “Gonna shut me up then?” You were not most people.

“Tch.”

Famous. Last. Words.

“‘Gonna shut me up then?’” Levi mocked five minutes later. His pants were shoved down to his ankles now and you had been forced to the floor. He stared— actually, no, it was more like a glare— down at your pathetic form taking him all in.

Your knees ached, you felt an overwhelming loss of dignity, and you were sure your throat was going to be beyond sore after he finally let up on you. And to be completely honest? This had you ready to rip the rest of your captain’s garments off and fuck until the sun had set.

You see, most people would run away from a pissed off Levi. That was because most people didn’t know fighting turned him on.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you,” he spat, hands gripping on tighter to the hair he was fisting. He forced your head back to look up at him, cock leaving your mouth with a lewd ‘pop.’ The fury in his eyes when he finally got you to make eye contact mixed with a look of pure lust. “Damn whore. Getting me all worked up so we can fuck like rabbits.”

Looking up at him with rounded eyes, you played innocent. “I was only speaking my mind… captain.”

Whatever composure Levi had vanished in an instant.

He forced you to your feet, turning you and around and bending you over his desk before you’d even fully stood up. “Wanna play games? I can play games,” he commented. His hands grabbed at your pants, and instead of pulling them down like a normal person, he fucking ripped them.

“Levi!” you gasped.

Never in your life had you seen him this feral, and you’d seen him in a lot of lights: drunk and making passionate love to you, victorious after a successful scouting mission and giving you the best head of your life. Hell, you’d even seen him stressed out and requesting a sexual favor from you. But you’d never seen him this pissed off. Not to the point he literally was ripping your clothes off.

“Oh, now you know my name?” he asked jeeringly as he rubbed his tip against your folds and lined himself up. “Thought I was ‘captain.’ What happened? Petty streak leave you the moment you got five seconds of attention?”

Under any other circumstance, you would’ve fought back with a witty remark, but Levi knew you too well. He knew that slowly entering you would leave you a moaning mess, unable to combat his insults. Maybe that was part of the reason he liked sex with you so much. It was the only time you didn’t fight back.

Your back arched as he slowly fucked into you from behind. One of his hands left its place on your hip and wound around your body until it cupped one of your tits. He squeezed hard, thrusts picking up in pace the more broken your moans became.

“Got nothing to say now do you?” he murmured. Levi leaned down so his front was flush against your back. His lips came up to your neck, gently biting and kissing at it.

“Levi,” was all you were able to get out in between your moans. One of your own hands came up to thread your fingers through his hair as he abused the free real estate on your neck.

“Not what I wanted to hear,” Levi scolded. He snapped into you with a particularly harsh thrust as punishment. Something that had you seeing stars. “Fight with me,” he goaded. “Tell me how shitty of a captain I am. How— shit— how much better your ideas are. Thought I was an idiot, hmmm?”

You, ever the antagonist, went silent. You muffled your moans by biting your lip, refusing to let him win this silent war. Yes, even when getting your organs scrambled and rearranged you were still a stubborn brat.

But Levi knew this. He knew his taunts would make you retaliate. However, Levi also knew your body. Very intimately.

Without hesitation, Levi grabbed one of your thighs. He pulled it up to give him a deeper angle, one that had you singing his favorite song again real quick.

“Oh my— Levi,” you whined. A string of pleas left your mouth. “Sorry. I didn’t mean it. Fuck, I’m so close.”

A grunt left Levi’s lips when you started clenching around him. He was almost tempted to force himself to come inside you and stop stimulating you before you could achieve your own release. Lucky for you, Levi was in a better mood now. He also remembered how pissed you’d gotten the last time he’d edged you. Levi was a vengeful person but not vengeful enough to tempt you into a month-long sex ban again.

“Such a brat,” he hissed. The desk beneath you groaned with the power behind each thrust as Levi came dangerously close to his own high. “Being nice when you finally get what you want.”

Despite his words, a broken moan left Levi’s mouth. It took two more thrusts for your orgasm to wash over you and five more after that for Levi. As he spilled inside of you, his teeth bit into your neck. A cry left you, to which Levi immediately began licking and kissing the mark as a comfort.

Slowly, Levi pulled out, missing the feeling of you around him the second he’d done so. “Done being a brat?” he asked through uneven breaths, still coming down from his high.

“Done acting like you’re the Walls gift to the scouts?”

“Tch.”

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hi!! thank you for reading. if you enjoyed pls feel free to comment and reblog. it’s always very appreciated. also any requests??

[invrtedspear]

hey, would you ever do blurbs?? like maybe one with pussydrunk levi & face sitting bc honestly i think about it too much. thanks xx

a/n: i consulted my close and personal friend twitter for this. these blurbs are fun. as always, comments and critiques are welcome ;p wanna make sure im giving you guys the best content i can provide

c/w: oral fem receiving, face sitting, nsfw 18+ mdni, dirty talk

words: 822

your legs trembled as you tried to hold yourself up, using the headboard of the bed to steady your shakes. though, it did little to help your composure, the only reason you were even staying remotely still anymore was from levi's rough hands gripping the sides of your hips.

he successfully anchored yourself on top of his face almost thirty minutes ago, fingers digging into your skin hard enough to bruise.

every once in a while, he ran his hands up and down your thighs, humming as he licked up and down your sopping cunt.

the vibration shuddered through your entire body, goosebumps pricking up on your skin.

"s-shit, levi," you whimpered, involuntarily bucking your hips against his tongue. he held it still, letting you move your cunt back and forth, tongue dipping between your lips.

you grinded lower against his mouth, seeking the relief you wanted, but he stopped you with his hands, keeping you still once again. then his tongue moved again, a newfound urgency. his lips wrapped around your clit, sucking and pulling it down, snapping it back up with a lewd smack.

the sounds your cunt was making while levi practically made out with your pussy was obscene, a mix of squelches and sticky kisses filling the room.

"you taste . . ." levi trailed off, getting too caught up in how you looked on top of him falling apart. he pressed another kiss to your clit in the meantime, watching your abdomen spasm above his eyes. you stared down at levi, making eye contact when he tongue flattened, licking a stripe up. "fuck you taste amazing."

a harsh kiss. "you have no idea." lick. "no idea what you do to me." suck. "could stay here forever."

levi would never admit to himself that he honestly preferred getting you off more than the actual act of fucking.

there was something about the way your eyes lit up when you were right on the brink of cumming, or the way your chest raised up and down or your hands in his hair pulling . . . the more he thought about it the harder he got. but he wouldn't stop until he was properly satisfied.

large hands ran up your sides and gripped the soft flesh of your ass, grounding you against your face despite the fact that you were becoming more sensitive.

it gave you no choice but to grind your hips against his mouth faster, earning a chuckle from him underneath you. "mhm just like that, use me. use my mouth."

the words caused you to moan again, bucking your hips whilst you chased your orgasm, feeling the familiar spasms of your cunt. "i-im gonna, fuck," you whimpered, one of your hands reaching down to grasp onto his hair. "gonna cum."

the peak hit you, so intense you went blind for a moment. your hips stuttered, almost falling down right on top of his face if it wasn't for his steady hands.

you clenched your thighs around his head while he drank the very essence of you, tongue darting inside of your hole like he couldn't get sick of the taste.

aftershocks were still biting at the muscles of your body and levi stilled, grey eyes watching you, observing, seeing if you were finished. there were thick droplets of your own cum dripping down his mouth. it was possibly the most erotic thing you'd ever seen in your life.

you never knew how fucking pussywhipped levi was for you. all those times he urged you to let him go down on you

when you began to pull away, he didn't let you.

"not done yet," he said, giving you a look that told you it wasn't a comment, it was a command. "wanna see how many times i can make you fall apart on my face."

levi's tongue darted out once again, laughing when you jumped from the overstimulation.

"too much," you whispered, but your body protested, pushing your pussy against his mouth.

"she's telling me a different story," levi said in a matter of fact tone, talking about your cunt like it was it's own person. "who am i supposed to believe?"

he sucked against your clit again and again, and you gave in, shutting your mouth to focus on everything levi was willing to give you.

what you didn't know, however, is that you would end up being here for at least another hour, falling apart again and again. levi would urge you to keep going, over and over, till you were on the brink of tears, clit overstimulated from every time his nose bumped into it.

safe to say, you were so exhausted afterwards you could barely process the ruined stained sheets of your shared bed. but levi wouldn't have it any other way, he'd clean the sheets. hell, he'd clean the sheets three times if it warranted such a thing.

as long as you'd let him worship you forever.

[sayach4nn]

[freemygirlshedidallthatshit]

AoT non-multishippers fighting for their damn lives because all the ships they’re diehard fans of end up being sabotaged by Isayama’s murderous tendencies

[invrtedspear]

levi hitting it from the back bc he’s an ass guy plsHAHAHAHAHA

a/n: yeah ur right....... speak your truth queen!

c/w: p in v sex, dirty talk, slapping

word count: 389

your head was pushed into the pillow, cheek pressing against the soft fabric so you could breathe. there was a soft, wet line of spit falling out of your parted mouth.

you moaned at a particularly deep thrust that levi pushed into you, setting a punishing and oppressive pace. his dick scraped against your walls, every thrust pulling out almost completely and slamming right back into you.

his hand pressed against the small of your back, urging you to arch it more, pushing your chest into the mattress. you could feel your hardened nipples brush against the sheets, spurring yet another moan from your lips. his other was pressed into your ass, rubbing the soft flesh like he was in a daze.

"mhm yeah," he said when you pressed your ass up higher. "keep it up, don't wanna have to ask you again."

a moan left your lips in response, feeling the sharp lines of his hips hitting your ass, creating a beautiful amount of pain mixed with pleasure.

your head was pulled back by levi's hand wrapping in your hair and tugging. your back arched, body brought up so your back was pressed right up against his chest. your hands scrambled to reach onto anything you could to keep yourself upright, landing on the bedpost in front of you.

"you like that?" levi asked, his tone mocking. his lips brushed against the shell of your ear, making you shiver. his dick didn't stop slamming in and out of you, a gasp leaving your lips, drool running down your chin. "you like how it feels when i use you from behind?"

you let out a broken moan.

a firm smack! echoed through the room, levi's hand kneading the red flesh of your ass after he hit it. "use your words."

"y-yes!" you breathed out, eyes wide shut, arms shaking to keep yourself up. "i love it!"

"yes what?"

"yes levi!"

he let go of your hair and you fell forward onto the mattress. you were barely arching now, full body pressed in a laying position on your stomach. when you tried to move up again, levi stopped you, keeping you there with his frame. you could feel his chest against your back, practically weighing his whole body onto your own.

"no, so good. stay just like that for me."

[natsuki208]

They’re just making it too easy for me now. 🥲