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cleewii · 1 year

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WE’VE GROWN TIRED

pairing: levi ackerman x fem!afabreader

rating: m for mature

warning (s): 18+ content, grief, death, angst, mentions of gore, unhealthy coping mechanisms, sub levi, dom reader, badly edited, hurt/comfort???

word count: 2.5K

note: i’m prolly gonna regret posting this as it is right now since i had bigger ideas for it, but it’s been sitting in my notes app for almost a year and i figure it’s decent enough as is. levi ,the loml, one day i’ll pump out an actual full length fic for you instead of this lil blurb of emotionally driven p*rn 💕

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days had been spent accompanied by sleepless nights where the recollection of rain slicked fields filled his head. crimson poured across blades of grass like a grizzly wash of watercolor paint, dribbling down into the earth, which he could still taste on tounge. gritty and suffocating. He always wakes from these dreams as though he’d been pulled out of water, drinking in air like he’s been starved of it.

he has no time to dwell on the past. the sun creeps into the morning, and soon enough he’s pulling on his uniform and tightening belts into their buckles. new assignments drone on in the background of his mind, and he works like he’s on autopilot. even when the muscles in his arms and legs begin to ache, and his bones scream within the confines of his body, he does not stop, for at least that can distract him from the emptiness of the seats beside him in the mess halls, and the harrowing silence that fills the dusk.

he’s come outside to the fields to check on the stables when he’s met with a curious sight.

a stone, large and erroded, has been placed a few feet away from the grouped cavalry. blossoms decorate the space in front of it, filling the grass with shades of yellow, red, and purple, and what’s most curious of all is the girl that sits in front of it. between her fingers she twirls the thin stem of a white flower—her mind must be heavily preoccupied because she hasn’t noticed that the fibers holding the stem together have gone bruisy—the petals beginning to wilt in her hold.

she’s muttering to herself, words he can’t quite catch and doesn’t care enough to try, but it’s then that he realizes she looks familiar. that familiarity brings a memory he wishes he could wipe away from the world.

you, the girl who had cradled isabels remains, tears melding with the rain pouring down unto the gore. you’d wrapped her up with the cloak off your back, and carried her all the way back to base. the sight had sickened him in the moment, just knowing that lifeless eyes and a carcass lay rotting away beneath that bone white insignia brought acid to his tounge, but he’d said nothing, even if he wanted to yell and scream, because what on earth could a stranger want with the remains of his family? what could you possibly hope to achieve by lugging grief with you like a medal? he swallowed down the rage, and looked ahead. he never saw you again after that day, but here you are now.

he’s come close enough now to slightly make out your words, and it’s when her name slips from your tounge that you have his full attention.

“wish you could see it, isabel. m’sure you would’ve loved it….”

“what could you possibly know about what she’d love?”

the words come out of his mouth before he realizes it.

they’re bitter, angry, a sort of rage you’d spot in a wounded animal, and he looks at you as though he could pour all of his pain into you and your borrowed grief and be done with it all.

“I…” The words don’t seem to make their way past your lips. you’re stuck staring between the cold sharpness of his eyes and the empty space beside his head, flickering back and fourth like you could somehow find the words written in the air.

What you want to say is that you’re sorry.

Sorry for everything he must be feeling, sorry for the loss that life has dealt him, sorry that you had to remind him of it all. But then you realized he may be sick of the sorry’s, and then you think you want to tell him that she loved him, and you had understood that completely, even though you’d only been apart of her life for a small, precious fragment of time.

You want to tell him all of these things, even if it might make him hate you, even if it makes you hate yourself, and yet, you sit in silence. Mouth pressed thinly, eyes glossy, as though choking on your own shame.

He stomps away before the courage to respond finds you, the words dying on your tounge, and you’re left to mourn alone.

***

It’s funny, now that he thinks about. How cold and cruel your beginning was. So different, a drastic change from the exchanges the two of you would find yourselves in now.

over time he’d see more and more of you. No longer a ghost painted in grief, or a little girl crying for her friend in the mud. You’ve grown, matured into a soldier, evident by the scars in your skin, the hardened look in your eyes, and the tears that no longer come.

As much as he fought against it, he found himself drawn to you. Maybe it’s because you knew about a small part of himself, and loved her enough to honor her when he couldn’t. Maybe it’s because you fought to wedge yourself into his life, forcing him to know you, down to the atoms of your being, the endless secession of thoughts in your mind—so far and so long he had to wander the planes of your existence. Somewhere along that journey, he found himself pushing forward without your hand to guide him. He began to wonder, and soon enough he began to long, and finally, when the tension grew so thick you could cut through it with a blade, you confronted him with secrets he’d been harboring, and returned them with your own.

It’s safe to say you’ve become much more than the girl at the grave, wearing your insignia of bones.

hushed and hurried, you’re frantic in stealing away his every breath. swallowing down his frustration and yearning to take all of him for yourself, no longer reserved and eager to take up as little space in his life as possible. now, you take from him what you will and want, however much of him you can in the few minutes time allows you.

try as you might, time is an unmerciful lord.

When flowers bloom, beautiful and bright, filling the world with a spectrum of color after such bitter cold, it is hope for the future. Hope that no violent winter will fall upon the life that has sprouted, but this hope is short lived, and eventually, the clouds thicken, the world sinks into gray, and we are forced to birth anew. time holds the earth in its monstrous hands, and the joy the two of you find is picked at, threatened to be wrenched away once things have finally begun to brighten.

***

“i think there’s going to be a storm.” You glare at the darkening sky, fingers digging at the thin cotton of your shirt.

“that so?” Levi keeps his eyes on the stack of paperwork before him, the warm glow of the candle at his desk illuminating the parchment. the weather had been calm only moments ago, just before the two of your retired into his office. the pot of tea at his side is still warm.

“a bad one,” you turn. your eyes linger on his form and the shadows waltzing on the wall behind him.

his looks up. his lips pressing into a fine line.

***

It’s a shame that the light-hearted days are gone.

back then, it wasn’t all about saving the world. back then, losing didn’t mean the fall of humanity. nothing changes the weight of loss, grief continues to sit within levi’s heart like a cancer, and no matter the stakes, it’s a tumor that will never disappear, but there was a vision within it. the desperation for answers to impossible questions, there was a rhythm to it all. It made sense, and as much as he hated to admit it, the predictability was something he appreciated.

But that’s gone now.

the world has twisted itself into an unforeseeable monster, and he rides its back hoping it won’t shake him off and leave him in the dust. the day he lost his entire team was the first sign that something was coming—that the good old days were gone. long gone.

how he wishes it were the good old days again.

***

the first time you kill another person, he’s right there beside you.

he can tell that you’re scared, a fear he’s been familiar with for years, and one he could only hope, try, and then fail to shield you from. he’d never been the type to try and evade weakness, not for himself or anybody else, but for you, he’d pray to whatever god was out there that you’d never know that type of pain. even if pain made you stronger, even if it was what made you the person you were now.

***

shakey hands grasp at the plackets of his shirt, fumbling with buttons and boutonnières, almost tearing the fabric in the process.

“hey,” he takes your hand in his, pulling them away despite the way you huff. “you need to calm down.”

your shoulders rise and fall clumsily with the weight of your breaths. you’d been trying so hard to stomach down the guilt—forcing a mask of cold determined stoicism in the hopes of putting your subordinates at ease. turns out, you could handle stone hearted objectivity as well as directing your blades towards another human being.

the grip he has on your hands is so gentle you could crumble. i don’t deserve it, comes the thought, and as hard as you try to wipe it away, that voice comes to you as violently as it had long ago. your unable to meet his eyes, scared he’d see the way you’re slipping, and you know all that awaits you is the worry you wish he didn’t have to deal with.

“i’m sorry,” you murmur, letting the fabric of his shirt fall from your hands. “i….im just—“

“scared. i know.”

“this is so hard, levi. i cant….” you swallow. “i dont want to keep watching it happen.” he knows what you mean without you having to explain it. he knows that weight on your shoulders, the pit in your stomach, the ache in your bones. he knows it because he’s felt it time and time again.

“i’m so tired,” your head falls against his shoulder. his hand reaches to cup the back of your head, silent as you sniffle against him.

“i know…”

***

you’re still upset; it’s present in the way you offer no words, just the sound of breathing and soft moans between the two of you.

your skin is hot against his, lips selfish with the need to kiss him again and again. You take what you want and he lets you—gives it all to you.

the undertones of frustration and anger linger in the air, neither directed at either party but still present nonetheless. it was bound to happen, with how shitty the past few days have been. the everyday had managed to leech itself into a moment where it shouldn’t have been allowed to, and the thought makes Levi sick.

not here, not now, and never with you.

“slow down….” he groans when your hips grow to a rather brutal pace.

“too much for you?“ there’s a halfheartedness to your voice. your lips brush against his ear and he can’t help but groan with it. disregarding the bite to your words, you do listen to him and slow to a steady grind, quelling the burn in your muscles while you sigh with the warmth he brings.

his hands drag from your thigh up to the flesh of your hips, thumbs digging into the divit where your skin creases with soft affection. savoring the moment, he thinks. savoring time, and nights of peace, and you. he drinks in your expressions, the curves and hard lines of your body, the softness of your skin beneath his touch, and the rise and fall of your chest that follows with every breath. his nose traces your throat, shivering as your hand follows up the back of his head and lays pressed against his cheek. “just want to make this last. don’t be a brat.” he murmurs, letting his lips feather across the skin of your jugular. “take it slow with me…”

you hum in response, and feel the aggression and frustration melt out of you. yes, there wasn’t room for any of that. never when it was just the two of you. the rest of the world, and the realities beyond your closed bedroom door falls upon deaf ears as the two of you meld into bliss.

for the first time in so long, you can feel the ache leave, and you invite him to take its place for however long he’ll allow.

if he had any say it in, he’d do it for the rest of your lives.

Your name passes through his lips as a breathless whisper, his fingers digging deeper into your skin.

“Hold on just a sec, honey.” you press kisses to the sides of his face. “M’almost there, too”

He buries himself into your neck, swallowing down a hiss when you speed up just a bit.

Fuck. You were gonna be the death of him.

“Oh, Levi,” Your fingers pull at his hair, “Fuck, you’re so good to me.”

His eyes go a bit glossy; a pretty sheen washing over his steel eyes as he lets you overcome his each and every sense. You. You. You. In every crevice of his mind he finds you, and when he pulls himself back into your arms the words come tumbling out.

“Love you…”

You trace a soft touch up the nape of his neck, letting your fingers find the soft fuzz of his undercut with a grin. “What was that?”

“I love you.” His voice breaks off a bit, feathering into a breathy groan.

“I love you too,” You kiss just below his ear, then press another to his throat, and then finally catch his lips with your own. “so much.”

maybe that’s what does it; the driving force behind the snapped knot, the crescendo in the pit of his stomach, so sharp and so hard, soothing over his bones with warm sweet nothings. He throws his head back with a broken moan as it washes over him, painting the feeling of your throbbing cunt into memory as he fills you up, so sweet and tight.

a small voice in his head tells him that was a bad idea, that he should’ve been more careful, but the weight of you in his arms, your soft mouth pressing rosette kisses to his skin forces that voice away.

it takes a minute before he finds his own. “feel better?”

“yeah,” you breathe, “much better.”

“good.”

#levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x female reader #clee’s.writing #attack on titan fic #sub!levi #sub!levi ackerman #dom!reader #clee.r18

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mysicklove · 9 months

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spoiled brats have got to be one of my favorite subs. the ones that are put on a pedistool, and who bitch and whine about everything. only thinking about their own pleasure, soley on themselves during this time. the ones who have a soft dom that spoil them rotten, are so used this treatment that they dont even bat an eye, which only fuels them to get worse and worse. the brats who are treated as princess, their body worshipped, and constantly receiving praise. cause they are so pretty, and they do deserve the best treatment, so you dont mind indulging them just a little bit <3

Levi Ackerman, Obanai Iguro, Rin Itoshi, Shoto Todoroki, Hyoma Chigiri, Megumi Fushigiro, Sae Itoshi, Tomura Shigaraki, Douma

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vampcubus · 1 year

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𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃! : 𝐀𝐎𝐓

a/n: this is literally 5k words of pegging nonsense, most of these “headcanons” also include additional lil blurbs because i’m a psychopath.

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 : levi, erwin, reiner, bertholdt, floch, jean, porco, and armin.

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : nsfw, female-bodied reader, dom!reader, all boys are subs here, pegging, fauxjobs, dacryphilia, spanking, brat taming, spitting, a splash of mommy kink for armin and jean’s, strap referred to as cock because that's hot, men in lingerie, praise, degradation.

𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍

— He’s so grumpy about it leading up to it, grouching about how he’s gonna put you on stable cleaning duty if you do it badly. Shuts up real quick when you’re not only good at it, but it feels too good. Like it ruins him. He’s so out of control of his voice and his body, the way he arches into your thrusts, hands scrambling across your back and thighs, trying to pull you impossibly closer.

— At first, he thinks everything feels like it's too much and that he’s gonna break, but once he’s used to taking dick enough to not go slack-jawed every time you put it in? Expect to step up your game, cus this man knows exactly what he wants from you. Catch him on a day he needs to get out of his head and if you aren’t fucking him so hard it’s pushing him up the bed? He’ll start fucking himself on you since you’re “obviously not going to give me what I need.”

— Doesn’t really care what position he gets dicked down in, but he’s one of the few that isn’t afraid to ride you. He looks so good doing it too, it’s when he really lets loose and lets himself give into mindless abandon where all he can think about is how fucking good the toy feels inside him and how badly he wants to cum.

— You never know if he’s gonna be the biggest brat that fights you every step of the way just to get put in his place, or your obedient little pillow princess that wants to be nothing more than a hole for you to fill.

— While some days he might benefit from a hard dom to rein him in, it’s the soft doms that absolutely destroy him. Pile on the praise and affirming words as you gently rock into him, pressing the sweetest kisses to his face, tell him how much you love how pliant and vulnerable he is for you. You’ll have him shaking and trying not to cry as you make love to him like he’s something precious to be treasured (cus he is) because he’s so fucking soft and full of affection for you that it hurts.

— He’s a demanding bottom that’s for sure, so much so you might actually have to grip him by the hair and pin him down just to get him to shut up and listen to you.

“I think you’re forgetting who’s in control here, Levi. Maybe I’ve been spoiling you too much if you think you can just take anything you want from me.” You growl into his ear, tugging his face up from the mattress when his response is muffled. “What was that?”

“And so what if I do, what’ll you do if I don’t listen, huh?” Levi pants, cock hard and leaking into the sheets. He grinds his hips back onto your fake cock despite clearly being told not to move, and he yelps when your hand comes crashing down on his ass so hard he sees blanks for a moment.

And then you do it again, and again, until his ass is so red with your handprints it’s almost the same shade as his flushed face. He’s in tears, throat raw from the shouting. He sniffles as your hand grazes over the abused flesh of his ass, spreading him open in a way that makes him bury his face into the crook of his arm.

“I haven’t heard an apology yet, ‘vi. I’d suggest you make it good too or I’ll give you twenty more and then leave you like this.” you cooed, your tone dripping with a sweetened venom that makes him clench around the toy regardless of the obvious despair he’d feel if you actually followed through with your threat.

It’s not the spankings that frighten him, but the idea of you pulling out and leaving him to hump shamefully into his fist afterwards. His hand hadn’t quite felt the same since yours touched him, and that was all too painfully clear in the way he’d paw at you whenever he needed release.

“Fuck — Please don’t! ‘m sorry! ’m sorry, I’ll be good now, I promise. ‘m just a slut for your cock, I was greedy. Please, don’t stop!” he begs wetly, and you croon at the sight of tears streaming from those pretty gunmetal eyes.

“Oh? Gonna be good now? I don’t believe you.” You scoffed, hand clapping down on his raw ass to enunciate your words. He cries out pathetically at the sting but doesn’t start to panic until you start to pull out of him.

“No, please! I’m sorry, ‘m sorry for being a brat. You want me to beg — fucking fine, I’ll beg you — please! please fuck me, I’ll do anything just, please! You can spank me all you want, I deserve it, just finish fucking me. I'm going crazy—” he slurs, cut off abruptly by the way you suddenly thrust back into him.

“Oh, good boy~ I guess your mouth really is good for something other than whining.” You praise, releasing his arms in favor of holding his hips still so you can carry on pounding into him.

His grey-blue eyes go blank, and the rest of the night is a blur.

𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐇

— Pls this man doesn’t know what tf pegging is 💀 You'll have to sit down and explain it all to him and he’ll sit there calmly, just nodding and asking the occasional question. He’s surprisingly chill about it??? He’s very much the “okay, dear” husband, it’s like nothing surprises him.

— He’s significantly less composed when you actually get down to it, he gets this cute lil blush on his face when you start playing with his hole, fingering him open to take your cock and hhhhh the noises he makes. He’s tense and it takes a while for him to relax enough to stretch around two fingers but when you find his prostate his whole body jerks as if electrocuted.

“Oh, that — what’s that.” he shudders, propping himself up on his elbow to watch in amazement.

“That would be your prostate, it’ll come in handy later,” you giggled, steadily pumping your fingers in and out of him, curling them to brush over that spongy spot again just to hear him gasp and squirm into the sheets. Especially when his legs keep instinctively inching closer and he has to spread them for you again. And by the time you’ve got three fingers gliding against his walls with ease, he’s right on the edge, blonde bangs slicked to his forehead and his arm over his face as you keep him there, deliberately avoiding his prostate.

The cute expressions he makes and his politeness as a sub might make you want to be gentle with him, but please don’t. He lives for being put in his place, everywhere else he’s the boss of everyone, and that can be exhausting sometimes. Having a partner that isn’t afraid to remind him who’s the real boss is very refreshing.

Like you’re going so slow, watching his face for signs of discomfort, asking him if he’s okay when you press deeper into him and he rasps out “You can be rough with me, darling. I’m not fragile.” His thick fingers clutch at your hip, his hips bucking hard into the gentle rolls of your hips, gasping out when the tip of the toy drags against his walls the way he wants it. “If you want.” He adds later, looking a bit shy — which believe me is a FEAT.

“Well, if you say so,” you laugh breathlessly, propping one of his legs over your shoulder and bracing one hand on his hip so you can snap your hips into his in a way that knocks the air from his lungs. He groans long and deep in his chest and you only smirk, delighted by the way his voice gets higher when your fingers encircle his neglected cock.

— You’d think Erwin would be the type to be condescending about his cute small partner pegging him, but the moment you find his prostate his brain shuts off and he’s your dumb obedient slut <3

— That doesn’t mean he isn’t a brat sometimes because he totally is, he likes to test your patience just to see how you’ll admonish him for it. You can see it in his eyes when he challenges you, that “yeah I just did that, what’re you gonna do about it?” look. It’s just so hard to focus when you’re fucking him so good, arm pinned to his back as you pound into him from behind after he gave you too much lip.

— No preference on positions, but you can tell he much prefers to see you.

— Also does prefer you to fuck him with your fingers if that means anything. You asked him about it playfully one night and he told you it felt more personal to have your flesh against his. Which honestly makes you want a real dick even more... maybe just for a day or two to explore n have a fun time. (pls i’d be so irresponsible with it tho) Like he’s getting bent over the desk he spends so much time at ASAP.

𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐍

— Omg literally baby boy.

— He’s down, no convincing is required. He’s always been a little curious about what it would feel like to have something inside him, and sometimes when you’re rubbing circles into his perineum (the cum button lmao) while you have his cock down your throat, he wonders what it would feel like if you moved your fingers lower. This whole idea probably snowballed from him shyly asking you if you’d finger him one night, and boy was it a treat to watch him fall apart like that — without you even having to touch his cock.

— Fuck him in front of a mirror pls just do it, he’ll be so needy and undone, staring at his own face as you pound into him from behind. It’s so embarrassing having to look at his own debauched reflection but then you start telling him how pretty he is, babbling about what a good fucking boy he was being, and his golden eyes roll back into his head, his tongue lolling out of his mouth.

— And when he doesn't have the strength to hold his head up anymore, grab his jaw and hold his face forward for him. Bonus points if you slip your fingers into his mouth to hold his mouth open when he tries to conceal his pretty noises.

— Obeys your every order without question, no matter how demeaning. Need him to spread himself open for you? Done. Need him to fuck himself on your strap n do all the work to chase his orgasm? Anything for you. (He’s so cute when he rides you, bulging thighs trembling as he bounces himself on your lap, lips parted so his tongue can lick over them.) Want him to beg on his hands and knees and grovel for you to fuck him? He’s already at your feet with his forehead and hands flat on the floor.

— Likes to get fucked sideways the best! Just the feeling of your whole body pressed against his back, your lips on his nape, one hand holding his leg up and the other delicately wrapped around his throat <333 he’s in heaven.

𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑

— Baby boy #2

— Literally cannot handle being pegged, like he’s the one that moans “it’s too much!” “I can’t take it, it’s too big!” but locks his legs around your hips if you even try to pull out.

— Bertholdt never imagined having something inside him would feel so good, he always has this disbelieving expression on his face when you press inside him, narrow hips lifting off the bed to meet you halfway in his eagerness. Can’t help but stare at you as you fuck into him, green eyes half-lidded and adoring as he takes in your focused expression. He thinks you’re so so cute, even when you’re blowing his back out.

— He’s so much bigger than you it must look comical, but you don’t have to prove anything to him, he knows you’re the boss.

— Speaking of which he’s so obedient and eager to please, and will let you fold him in any position you like. As shy as he is, he greatly prefers positions he can see your face in. Eye contact is very important to him, everything about Bertholdt just feels so intimate and raw. Though he has a hard time keeping his eyes open when he gets close to cumming, unless you tell him to keep them open. Not like he’ll be seeing much through the pleasured tears — he’s a crier <3

— He begs for your cock without you having to tell him, and he does it so well you couldn’t possibly deny him. Not when he cries and squirms so pathetically, nimble fingers tugging you closer by the straps of your harness. (pls that's so hot to me) and if you decide to be mean to him and make him wait, tell him “hmmm, I don’t think you really want it.” He’ll sob, his desperation spearing through his usual demure nature as he presents himself for you, pleading and babbling about how badly he wants you to take care of him.

— He gets so flustered and teary when you start praising him, telling him what a good boy he was being, how pretty he looked beneath you, what pretty noises he was making.

— He’s also so loud??? Like every partner’s dream tbh. Ordinarily, he tries to swallow his noises out of self-consciousness, but he just can’t when you’re bullying that sweet spot inside him. Unleashes the sweetest moans in between delirious sobs of your name and mantras of “please.”

Bertholdt’s a dream all spread out on your bright white sheets, tanned skin wrapped up in dark green lace lingerie you got just for him. You were right about it bringing out his eyes, half-lidded and glimmering as your hands smooth reverently over his body. Your nails scratch lightly over the fine dark hairs of his happy trail, deliberately avoiding his straining erection barely covered by the green lace panties. He’s so long his cute pink head peeks out the top, leaking with pre and twitching as your fingers trail close but never close enough.

He whines long and high, trying not to grind against your fake cock resting distractingly in the space between his thigh and hip. You’ve already stretched and plugged him, the pretty green gem adorning the base of the plug peeking out from under the panties you’ve been so hesitant to rip off. He likes the lingerie, and he feels pretty in it. You spent a good chunk of the night telling him just how gorgeous he was while taking pictures, and then later overwhelming him with praise as you stretched him on your fingers.

But all he wants now is for you to tear it off and have your way with him, the thought makes his inner walls clench and his hips buck involuntarily.

“Feeling impatient, Bertie?” you hum, and he nods frantically, legs spreading on instinct at the familiar sound of the lube being uncapped.

“Yes — want it so bad. Y/n please.”

His whole body shudders as you slip out the plug and replace it with your lubed fingers, but it’s not enough.

He’s ready, he’s been ready. He needs you and you’re teasing him.

Finally, you start pulling the layers of lace off his body, garter belt and stockings first. The intricate jade-colored bra goes next, and you can’t help but trace his hardened peaks teasingly as you feel the fabric away, amused when he squirms and catches your wrists to redirect them to his tented panties. Resigned, you free him from his lace prison, and Bertholdt gasps as his cock slaps against his belly.

“You’re so pretty, Bert.”

“I’d be prettier with you fucking me.” he pouts, and you concede with a giggle, lining the toy up with his hole and pressing in oh so slowly.

Bertholdt’s mouth falls open, brows knit together as you finally slide home. He moans out loudly in relief, nearly in tears after hours of your incessant teasing, you’re finally where he needs you.

𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐇 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑

— Takes your strap the best out of all of them tbh. He’s content to lie there and let you fold him in half as you rearrange his guts. Will even hold his legs up for you <3 goes absolutely crazy for your strap, he’s so shameless. Will beg for you to be rough with him and make him cry. The best boy to take your frustration out on, he gets off on being used as a pathetic little fucktoy.

— HUGE BRAT, will taunt you and rile you up as much as possible. He likes to be punished and tossed around, pretends to try and wriggle away just to feel you drag him back by the hips and pin him down to the bed. Most of the time he’s gonna make you work for his submission, which only makes his inevitable defeat that much sweeter. You can tell you’ve played right into his hand when you see him looking up at you with half-lidded brown eyes and that pleased smirk.

— Edge him till he’s a sobbing begging mess, overstimulate him till he can’t feel his legs anymore, spank him until his ass is so red with welts he can’t sit right for weeks. He whimpers so pathetically when you ghost your hands over his ass through his clothes days later, knowing he’s still sore but the pain is making him hard again.

— Floch does have his obedient moods where all he wants is to be is a slave to your whims, step on his dick and make him cum all over your boot, and then order him to lick it off. Floch isn’t entirely good at holding in orgasms or cumming on command (this is a man that can cum untouched if you talk dirty enough to him) When he’s like this he’ll do anything, even give you faux jobs like it's your actual dick. Doesn’t even complain when you force his head further down until tears prick his eyes, just looks up at you with that hazy look that indicates there isn’t a thought behind those eyes.

— Doesn’t care what position you press him into, but he feels more vulnerable in positions you can see his face in. It’s hard to resist because he’s got such a pretty face, especially when it’s wet with tears and his ginger hair is stuck to his forehead. He’s so gorgeous it’s unfair really, especially since he was so insufferable outside the bedroom. It’s always the hot ones…

— Laps up any praise you offer, even if it’s backhanded or mixed with insults. All attention is good attention to him, and that’s all he cares about.

— He loves to be degraded but if you were to go soft on him all of a sudden you’d actually kill him. Overwhelm him with praise, tell him what a good boy he’s being for you, how beautiful he looks when he’s being obedient, tell him he’s your favorite hole to use and he’ll break into a million pieces. Starts to ugly cry, clinging on for dear life as he begins chanting “I love you I love you I love you–” the whole nine yards.

— Don’t even imply you’re fucking other people as a joke, he’s intensely possessive. What, was he not good enough for you? Not reverent enough? Couldn’t you see he’s all you’ll ever need?? >:( Say you’re sorry n fuck his brains out to make up for it.

“Relax, I was just kidding. You’re enough of a handful all on your own, baby. Why would I want anyone else when you take my cock so well?” You reassure, delighted by the way his golden brown eyes roll back at the praise.

He still looks bothered, so you sigh and slow your hips, the action drawing his gaze back to yours. He gasps and clenches around the toy when your lips meet his — a rare treat you don’t often allow. He moans shamelessly into the kiss, sweat-slicked fingers burying themselves in your hair to keep you anchored there. His lips are starved against yours, lips parted in invitation. You suck on his tongue, holding his mouth open with your fingers so you can spit into it — which is almost enough to make him cum.

“You’re the only one I want, Floch,” you murmur affectionately, admiring the way he swallows your spit so greedily.

He actually does cum after you say that, rather violently too — squirming and jerking like a man possessed.

“Please say it again.” he pleads.

𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐍

— It’ll take some convincing before Jean agrees to let you peg him. He kind of thinks you’re joking the first time you bring it up and laughs it off, but when he realizes you’re serious he’s like “Oh fuck you actually…?”

— Jean insists that if he’s gonna be taking it up the ass, he wants to be in control of the situation, so you agree to have him ride you so he can control the pace. And by god, the way his face contorts from discomfort to pleasure is so beautiful. His mouth just falls open and his brows knit together cutely. He takes you well, clasping his over yours on top of his hips as he bounces — until quite adorably the pleasure starts to overwhelm him and he just can’t bounce anymore.

— Jeanbo gets so frustrated cus it feels so good but his legs have been turned to gelatin, none of his body parts are obeying and he needs it so badly. That’s when the pathetic whining starts.

“Aww, what’s wrong, baby? Are your legs tired? Need me to take over?”

“Mommy please… need help. C’mon.” He whines, the humiliation burning hotly in his cheeks, the angry red blush spreading even to his neck.

He grinds in your lap weakly, trying in vain to pick himself back up as his legs continue to fail him. You feel your heart snap in two at the shiny tears pricking in the corners of his eyes, you sit up, trailing comforting kisses across his jaw before you maneuver him onto his back. He falls back with a huff, long limbs sprawled out before he starts grabbing at you.

His impossibly long legs wrap around your hips loosely, so as not to restrict your freedom of movement. And when your hips snap against his with enough force to push him up the sheets a few inches, a girlish moan is forced out of him. It’s so uncharacteristic and depraved that you can’t help but do it again, prying his hand from his mouth as he slaps it over his lips to silence himself. And when you find that spot he’s in disbelief at the feeling, legs locking around your hips to keep you in place as he paints his hand and chest with his cum. He’s quiet through his whole orgasm, mouth wide open in a silent scream as the intensity of it robs him of his voice.

You grin your hips lazily against his through his high, purring sweet praises, stroking his hair as he pants into your neck.

“How was that?”

“I… you were right, it felt… really good.”

— Jean prefers missionary, though he tends to hold you against his body so tight you can hardly thrust into him.

— His mommy kink absolutely comes out when you’re fucking his brains out, suckles on your tits and wants you to call him your baby. But don’t mention it outside the bedroom, he not only will deny it but will revoke pegging privileges 😔

— Can’t help but pump his pretty cock while you fuck him, has a hard time getting off without giving it attention so you usually let him. He likes it best when you slap his hands away and wrap your fingers around him instead. An arm is thrown over his eyes as he bucks into the tight tunnel of your fist in tandem with your thrusts, mesmerized by the way your breasts bounce while you’re fucking into him.

𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐎 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐃

— Porco will need convincing. It’s embarassing enough that he willingly submits to you, something he undoubtedly enjoys but still gets into his feelings about sometimes. You’ve fingered him before sure, and he likes that, it’s just… the prospect of you fucking him is something else entirely. It puts him in such a vulnerable position, and Porco’s a bit spooked you won’t think he’s still your big strong man after. Internalized insecurity about his masculinity.

— Reassure him that getting fucked in the ass doesn’t make him any less of a man to you. As silly as that sounds, it will put at least some of his fears to rest.

— He’s so whiny about it, moans and groans about how you’ll have to do all the work and how he wasn’t gonna like it. Spoiler alert: he does like it very much. He’s a bitchy little pillow princess about the whole thing until you find his prostate and it’s like those anxieties melt away in an instant.

“Oh fuck!” Porco practically mewls, an octave higher that makes your insides clench around nothing. “There baby, right there-“

“Where?” You coo, a knowing smirk pulling at your lips when you realize you’ve found his prostate. Is that really all it took to break him down? You angle your hips and thrust again, aiming for the same spot, knowing you’ve hit your mark when he keens again.

“Ohhh. right. there. Huh~?” You purr to him, your words punctuated by particularly harsh thrusts that make his back arch.

The action snaps your gaze back to his backside, full and jiggling with each brutal but purposeful thrust. You can help but grab a handful of it, watching as the fat of his ass spills between the gaps of your fingers. You spread him open to watch your faux cock glide effortlessly in and out of his pretty pink hole, mesmerized by the way it stretches to accommodate the girth.

You’re deliberately pounding against that button inside him with every thrust and he can’t help but cry out each time. He’s drooling a puddle into the sheets now, cheeks a bright fiery red, sweat sticking the blonde hairs to his forehead, mouth agape, eyes rolled so far back into his head you worry they might stick like that.

“Fffuck me, god fuck me, yes! What th-the fuck are you dooooing to me?” Porco babbles nonsensically.

And you know he’s close to cumming when he starts to fuck himself back onto your strap and hump his poor neglected cock against the sheets. He’s leaking all over, desperate for any sort of friction. Wrap your hand around his dick and watch his whole body tremor and squirm.

Has the loudest and longest orgasm of his life, a minute later and he’s still spurting ropes onto the sheets.

— Don’t be mean to him afterward, this is very important. Smooth your warm hands over the back of his thighs and back, and tell him what a good job he did for you, and how good he looked taking your strap. If done right he’ll melt into a blissed-out puddle beneath you. If done wrong he’ll never let you peg him again </3

— Definitely likes it rough. Dig your fingernails into the flesh of his hips til you leave bruises, bite and suck marks into his neck and shoulders until you run out of space, and pull him back by his hair so you can see the pathetic expressions he’s making. He fucking loves it. Doesn’t much like to be degraded so don’t be too mean. (at first. later on he warms up to being bullied a lil, just don’t go overboard yeah?)

— Thinks it feels the best from behind but gets so shy when you take him in missionary. Hides his face and avoids your eyes unless you lay on the sweet praise thick enough to convince him to look at you.

— After he’s grown used to taking dick somewhat regularly and is more comfortable with the whole idea, he absolutely becomes a slut for it. He was bratty before but now he’ll wrestle you onto your back and fuck himself on your strap if you “aren’t doing it good enough.” Smack his ass and he’ll just moan louder, thick cock bobbing with the forceful way he’s slamming himself up and down your fake dick. (Meow purrrrr bossy bottoms my beloved.)

𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐓

— The biggest whore for pegging, I don't make the rules. He likes prostate orgasms the best and doesn’t even need you to touch his cock to cum.

— Sometimes you fuck him so incredibly stupid that he starts begging for you to breed him. Poor thing is so fucked-out that he forgets that it’s physically impossible. You haven’t the heart to tell him you can’t actually put a baby in him especially when it’s so fun to make him beg for you to fill him up. You’d do well to invest in a cum tube because he’ll go crazy the moment he feels your “cum” inside him. Expect him to beg you to “please cum inside” every time after that.

— Loves to give faux jobs! Obviously spit isn’t appropriate lube but he still likes the idea of slicking up your strap for you to fuck him, especially since he does such a good job drooling all over it for you <3 Absolutely wants you to fuck his face, he’ll moan around it and everything whilst looking up at you with those big blue eyes.

— Wants to be pegged more than you want to peg him tbh, he’s so enthusiastic every time you whip it out. Like his clothes are in mid-air and he’s assuming the position before you can even speak.

— Will wear plugs often, just so he can be ready anytime, and… they relieve his stress. I know he looks so innocent but I promise you he’s far from it, a closet pervert!! Always tryna coerce you into railing him while making you think that it was your idea, but he’s been planning to be dicked down the whole day. You pull down his pants and he’s already stretched himself out for you.

— A size king! You wouldn’t think such a small thing could take your longest n thickest straps but he’s a real champ!

— Definitely calls you mommy while you peg him, wants you to refer to yourself as mommy, call him your baby, and make him cum on “mommy’s cock.” Don’t mistake that desire for him wanting to be treated gently, because believe me he doesn’t. Pull his hair, push his face into the bed, and dig your nails into his skin til he bleeds. The masochist no one saw coming.

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humanitys-strongest-bamf · 6 months

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he's so :') i've been giffing/making icons since the stream ended this afternoon around noon and it is currently 12:30am and i can't get him out of my head i just love him sm i-

please like/reblog if you save/use!

#i haven't even had a chance to watch the actual sub LMAO #doing that now #who needs sleep #levi #levi ackerman #my icons #my edits #levi heichou #captain levi #attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyoujin #snk

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pickmans-muse · 8 months

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Submissive Headcanons Attack on Titan

TW: dom reader, pegging, fingering, cursing, degrading, praising (char. receiving), painplay, petplay

Levi Ackerman

Levi’s more than a little touch-starved. He’ll die before he admits that, if he’s even aware, though, because he doesn’t want you to think he’s “weak.” There’s a lot of trauma for him around having to be “strong” for everyone around him—which started in the Underground.

If you touch him, he’ll melt. Seriously. He’s spent so much time fighting that a gentle touch is weird to him, in a good way. He drinks it up like a cat that wants cuddles, and the more he gets used to it, the more he’ll start to seek it out. It’s going to start small—“can you touch my hair again?” “remember when you held me?”—but when he finds the confidence to ask for what he wants, Levi will be Very Touchy. Almost clingy, actually.

He has a pretty low sex drive (sorry guys), but he seeks you out for affirmation and affection. He’s a little kinky, but not in surprising ways—he wants to be praised constantly, he likes you to tell him what to do and how to do it (he’s not very experienced when you start having sex, and he likes the way you order him around in the beginning), and he will absolutely let you tie him up. Carefully.

He likes German nicknames, simple ones—schatz, schatzchen (literally, treasure, or sweetheart). You speaking German is an immediate turn on for him.

His favorite thing about subbing for you is when you finger him. He wants to feel your skin on his, and it always makes him short of breath—in the best way. And if you overstimulate him until he can’t think? Best night of his life. He may not have a high sex drive, but his stamina is amazing when you do get him in bed, and he will want to come at least three or four times a night.

Levi’s aware that you find his ass sexy. He’s a bit embarrassed when you praise him, or touch him during sex—he goes all blushy and quiet, it’s really cute. He’s pretty sensitive, especially his nipples. Get clamps for him, and he’ll be so much louder, it’s insane. Nobody in the building will sleep if you do, though.

He wants a soft dom, one who will check in on him during sex and do a lot of aftercare later. Levi’s secret desire is to be able to be his dry-humored, soft-sided self—not just the strength he wears around every day. He wants to be taken care of.

Armin Arlert

The kinkiest of the AoT boys (I don’t make the rules), Armin takes submissive and needy to a whole other level. He’s got the highest sex drive out of everyone—with the possible exception of Porco—and this man is so damn obedient.

You want him on his knees, in a collar and leash? He will literally roll over and woof for you. You’d rather have him in shibari or some other bondage? Armin’s there. Want to put him in a ball gag or blindfold while you have sex? He’ll do both, as soon as the words are out of your mouth.

However, Armin is a people pleaser, which means that you have to remind him that you’d rather he safeword out than push himself too far for you. Do not let him near the hard stuff until he’s comfortable enough to safeword out, knowing it won’t disappoint you.

His biggest kinks are pet play (let him be your kitten or puppy, that’s his favorite thing), dacryphilia, and dumbification. Basically, he’s going to be such a good boy that you’ll overstimulate him until he’s sobbing, without a thought in his head. That’s the goal for him. He’s extremely sensitive, so it’s not hard.

Most of the boys like pet names, but Armin’s obsessed with them—hündchen (puppy), kätzchen (kitten), especially. Do not call him these outside the bedroom, unless you want him to turn bright pink and pop the mother of all boners. (If he knows you’re going to do it, he’ll enjoy it, though.)

Low stamina—it really doesn’t take much to completely overwhelm him. If you make him come three times, he’s going to be completely brain-dead, with his tongue hanging out and his eyes teary. He won’t exactly mind that, provided you tell him he was a good boy and he did a good job.

His favorite thing about subbing for you is surprising you when you come home. He’ll wear cat ears and a tail plug for you, or lacy blue lingerie. He loves to dress up for you, and be waiting when you arrive.

As long as you make sure Armin knows you’ll never judge him for using his safeword, he’ll be comfortable with you—and a comfy Armin will be the most obedient sub you’ve ever had. Seriously.

Reiner Braun

Reiner may be a physically imposing guy, but he’s always struggled with self-image issues. Where Armin wants to be obedient, and Levi wants to be loved, Reiner’s desire to sub comes from a need to be affirmed. He wants to feel like he can be good enough after all.

Never degrade him, with words or role play. Reiner wants, more than anything, to be good. Tell him he’s doing well for you, that he’s so pretty, that he’ll always be enough for you.

His favorite part is when you ask him to pleasure you. He wants to be helpful, useful, and it never fails to hit that button when he gets you off—with fingers, mouth, or anything else. He wants to serve you.

Reiner is pretty vanilla, when it comes to sex. The big thing for him is that he always wants to touch you. He’s very attentive, and he remembers exactly what and where makes you groan, gasp, and shout. Whatever makes you happiest—that’s all he wants to do.

He likes being underneath you, especially if you’re smaller than he is (which isn’t hard). The thought of being controlled by someone smaller than himself, of being totally subservient to someone tiny compared to him—that’s really his only kink.

Reiner wouldn’t have a problem with being gagged or blindfolded, so long as he’s allowed to touch you. He will absolutely worship your body, and he cares way more about your release than his. So if you’re going to dom Reiner, make sure to tell him that you want him to get off too.

Reiner has a middling sex drive, but his stamina is insane, by which I mean he will come basically all night. He’s not particularly sensitive, but getting you off gets him off—knowing he’s doing a good job is the key for him.

Porco Galliard

An absolute brat. He wants you to dominate him, push him down, and fuck him rough and sloppy. Does not want you to coddle him (until afterwards), and will complain loudly if you’re “not fucking him hard enough.”

Pegging is his happy place, the faster and rougher the better. This is a way for him to unwind. For Porco, sex is a place where submitting isn’t bad, unlike the pecking order everywhere else in his life—but he likes to be put in his place.

Use a leash of some kind, maybe the tie of a uniform, or even just pull him around by his hair. Give it a little jerk, just to show him who’s in charge, but don’t choke him. That will snap him out of the scene and into an actual panic so fast it’ll give you both whiplash.

Speaking of whips, Porco is a bit of a masochist, and pain will get him off without fail. Does he have a box of crops and floggers under his bed? Yes. Will he let you use them? Hell yes. Will he ever even suggest that he’s not the dom outside the bedroom? Not for a second. It gives you an excuse to spank him for being bad, and that’s the whole point.

Will start off by insulting you and end by calling you by an honorific—ma’am, sir, captain, etc. Porco likes roleplay, as long as you’re acting the part of a superior putting him in his place—his favorite is when you’re playing an officer, and he’s playing your secretary. And if you peg him in the outfits for the roleplay? He’s on cloud nine.

His favorite position (he will die before he admits this) is when you fold him into a mating press. The feeling of being so easily manhandled, like all his muscle is for nothing, is his favorite part of it.

#attack on titan x reader #sub aot x reader #sub aot #levi ackerman x reader #armin arlert x reader #reiner braun x reader #porco galliard x reader

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happybird16 · 7 months

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NSFW, MDNI, Sub!Levi

His thighs are shaking, the thick lines of muscle quivering on either side on your own. Sitting in your lap like this, Levi is a comfortably heavy weight, pressing you down and rocking your body every time his hips churn.

He's pressed as far into you as possible, chest rising and falling against yours and his face buried into your neck. Every time he whimpers, you can feel the warm wetness of his breath bathing the skin there. And he's whimpering so much. He can't even really speak at this point, only letting out soft desperate little noises or long needy moans.

"Ngg ah please! Please please please," he's chanting nonsensically into your neck. The grip he has on your shoulder tightens and the rolling thrusts he's been fucking into your hand with shorten into abated little jerks. The way his thighs shudder against yours makes you want to dig your fingers into the muscle there, tracing the winding path of a vein.

His cock is so wet in your palm, hot and throbbing with the tip a desperate, dark red. You've been stroking him for so long that he's sticky and slick, the loud tacky sound of your slow strokes serving as the perfect backdrop to his whimpers. Every time he's gotten close, every time he's started swearing at you to let him cum, you've merely slowed down, tightening your grip around his base and just letting him throb. You've lost track of how many times you've brought him to the edge.

"Please please please," Levi continues to chant thoughtlessly into your neck. His shoulders quake, and you can feel wetness blooming again at your neck. "Please. Let me cum. Please-"

You can't help but smile, slowing down your strokes to wrap your palm around his base one last time. His whole body jerks, all the air in his lungs escaping in one long defeated sob. You wanted him like this. All of his bluster gone, all of his cursing gone, just mindless and wet.

His cock pulses in your palm, the tip leaking more and more pre-cum. Shifting you grip, you swirl your thumb along the tip. Levi presses impossibly harder into you, letting loose one long whine. "Please please please-"

"You know what I want." Pressing a kiss to the hair along the top of his head, your free hand shifts, cupping his chin and tilting his head up so that you can pepper the little wrinkles of the crease of his brow with kisses. "Tell me you're pretty. Say it and I'll let you cum."

Levi whines, eyes fluttering and jaw working against your palm. His eyes are shiny with tears and they look so dark, desperate and thoughtless, and his hips churn into your palm in a desperate shudder. "I- " his voice cracks with wetness, "I'm p-pretty."

Smiling, you press a quick kiss to the tip of his nose, stroking him with an urgent speed. His whole body seems to throb and he tries to bury his face back into your neck, but your tighten your grip on his chin, keeping his face up so you can watch his features twist in pleasure. "There we go. Such a good, pretty boy." He throbs in your palm, cheeks darkening even further. You smirk, watching tears well up along his lash line, "How about you say it one more time?"

#n.sfw #this is from a dream i had last night #levi x reader #sub!levi #levi ackerman smut #levi ackerman x reader #levi x reader smut #levi ackerman #tay's.drabbles

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euruua27 · 8 months

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You're always obsessed with Levi's waist.

You didn't think much about it at first. But gradually, you noticed that every time you wanted to touch him, your hands would unconsciously press against his hips. It may sound a bit odd, but you can't resist it. He is so perfect, so beautiful.

Levi's reaction? He may not have the most sensitive body, but you always loved his sensitivity. He always failed to pretend not to shiver every time your fingers rested on his vulnerable waist. If you squeeze it, he will jump lol.

And although you also love touching his waist to pull him closer when you two are in bed at night. You do the same even in your daily activities. Still not conscious when you first woke up, you vaguely walked behind Levi (who was cooking) to wrap both arms around his waist to press both of your bodies together. Or you unconsciously caress his waist while cuddling, making him gasp and squirm to escape from your arms.

But Levi can't hide when you kiss him.

Place your hands on his waist again. This time, slide your whole hand under his shirt and caress that vulnerable waist. He let out a small moan into the kiss and tried to push you away. Continue kissing him, swallowing the little sounds he makes while clearly feeling his addictive skin.

Your reward: Levi blushes, gasps, and pouts at you.

"Fuck you."

#levi ackerman #levi x reader #sub!levi

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3smos · 2 years

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warning: dom reader. gender neutral. size kink. tall reader. drabble.

levi ackerman has a size kink. he loves the height difference between you and him - the way your hand can wrap around his wrists, even to the way his body flushes against yours so perfectly, like a puzzle.

he loves the way you press him to the wall and force him to get on his tippy toes to kiss you. how you have to force your tongue down his throat, it has his eyes rolling back into his head, drool slobbering down his chin like a dumb puppy.

you have the power to make him weak in the knees just from a little making out.

you also have the power to manhandle him; throw him on the bed, force him to take more and if he squirms and pleads for mercy, you simply hold him tighter and push him past a third orgasm.

his hands shooting out to scratch your back, clinging onto you. he's almost like a koala - nearly everything but a human.

,,enjoying yourself?"

levi's face is filled with pleasure, flushed and dazed. there's a ghost of a smile that crosses his face.

he pants loudly, chest heaving rapidly. his body is covered in sweat. yet he still managed to look good, even after being messed up.

,,i'll... kill you."

so, why hasn't he done it yet?

part two

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#dom reader #dom!reader #sub character #top reader #top male reader #seme male reader #sub aot #sub snk #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman smut #attack on titan smut #aot smut #snk smut #shingeki no kyoujin smut #es.works

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eli0004 · 4 days

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Rain, Rain

Sub!Levi x Gn! Reader

Synopsis: not much of a plot, just messing around with Levi in an office while it’s storming outside.

Warnings: hand job, fist-fucking, praise, very slight pain pain play, love confessions, very soft sappy shit

A/N: This was finished way sooner than i thought it would be, i got carried away 😭 also i couldn’t think of a title that wasn’t cringe, please ignore how cliche that one is.

Before everything went to shit, this kind of rain was the biggest inconvenience for the people within the walls. Closing down market stalls, turning the grass all muddy and the sky bleak and grey. You could almost hear it, the grumbling and moaning on the streets about when this dreadful weather would pass. Nowadays, however, no one bats an eye.

You’d never minded the rain, and truthfully, neither did Levi. It’s good weather for reading indoors, or lulling you both to sleep on nights when your mind is particularly active. Often, the two of you find yourselves sitting by the window, watching the storm clouds rolling in and lighting flashing, commentating to one another every now and again when a particularly loud rumble of thunder cracks through the silence. And the rain is especially lovely when it allows you to tangle up together after particularly difficult expeditions, soft touching and gentle kisses to the sound of the droplets drumming on the window panes.

Almost as if thinking of him summoned him to your door, Levi emerges with two steaming cups, placing one on the desk in front of you.

“It’s really coming down out there.” He gestures towards the window, bringing the cup to his nose and softly inhaling the fragrant aroma before taking a sip.

“It is, isn’t it. I wonder how much longer it’ll go on for.” You respond, glancing down at the black tea in front of you. “Have you got a new one?” You ask. He nods once.

“New shipment, i like this one more than the last one i got. It was dreadfully weak.”

You chuckle softly, taking a sip and nodding. “It is stronger, hm?”

There’s a moment of silence before he speaks up again, and you notice how he has subtly inched himself closer to you.

“The rain made me think of you this morning. I wish we could’ve just taken the day off.”

He doesn’t look away from the window, but you know him well enough by now to know that there is subliminal meaning behind his words. Levi has been missing you.

“I’m glad you’re here now, let’s spend some time together, forget about today.” You reach out to beckon him closer. He willfully obeys, placing a hand on the arm of your chair and leaning down to kiss you. But you pull him in closer, and he rests his weight on his knees, placing them on either side of you. Cupping his cheek gently, you brush a thumb over his lip, leaning in once more.

Your lips meet his, ever so softly, and Levi feels like he’s floating. Nimble fingers find their way, trembling slightly, to the roots of your hair as he allows himself to melt into you completely. Your arms snake around the curve of his lower spine, pulling him down so that he is no longer hovering above you, but now sitting firmly on your lap, knees straddling your thighs. At this, he lets out a soft whimper, but it’s nearly inaudible- disappearing where your lips connect.

Levi is no stranger to this, the two of you have engaged in this sort of heavy kissing in the dark many times, but at this moment he feels strangely vulnerable. Desperation is slowly chipping away at his resolve, and suddenly he’s thinking about how it feels- having you touch more of him, peeling off his clothes. He can almost feel the warmth of your palms against his bare skin. It’s in that moment that he realizes he wants all those things. Levi wants you.

You take notice in this shift in energy, if not by the eagerness with which he’s kissing you, needy and open mouthed, then by the hardness of his cock pressing into your stomach, now noticeable through his uniform pants. You don’t push, opting to see just how far he takes things on his own initiative.

You bring one hand up to the back of his head, affectionately tugging at the thick, inky-black strands of hair. His grip on your own hair tightens at this, and he groans softly against your lips, breaking the kiss only for a moment before returning again with three times the desperation. Returning your hand to his waist, you attempt to pull him impossibly closer. Close is not enough.

Levi gasps, breathing air straight from your lungs as the motion of your adjustments sends him slightly forward, his erection pressing deliciously against your lower stomach. The feeling sends his mind reeling, and he experimentally rolls his hips forward again in attempts to replicate the feeling. At the sight of him unraveling before you, so sensitive to every touch, you raise a brow, smirking against his lips.

“You ok, Levi?” You whisper, eyes meeting his in the darkness for only a moment before he casts them downward again. He hesitates, as if he’s about to make a decision that will change the course of his entire life, hands dropping from your hair and down to his lap.

“Yeah, i’m fine. Do you think…tonight would be a good night to…y’know…” he feels his cheeks burn, fingers fidgeting with a loose thread on the chair-cushion as he awaits your response. You grin softly, rubbing your palms up and down his thick thighs, softly kneading at them.

“I’m not sure i do, what is it you’re asking for?”

“Tch…you do know, I’m being serious.” He scolds you, rolling his eyes. “I want to.”

Your eyes finally meet his as he absentmindedly leans in a bit closer, and you take notice of newfound vulnerability that shines through them. His gaze is soft and longing- a stark contrast to his usual laser-focused expression- and you bring a hand up to trace a finger, softly over the wrinkles it’s left behind. Over the crease between his brows, the crows feet by his eyes, the dark bags beneath them from his many nights of exhaustion. He leans into your touch, and you speak through the silence.

“I love you.”

Levi is unable to stop the small smile tugging at the corners of his lips, and he crashes them against yours once again before you can comment on it. His kisses are heated, almost aggressive, and for a split second you’re taken aback by it, closing your eyes and letting your grip on his thighs loosen.

His hands find your shoulders, sliding up your neck, cupping your cheeks gently before re-tangling his fingers into your hair. You hum softly against his lips, and he slips his tongue into your mouth just enough to tease. Unsatisfied, you allow one arm to pull him snugly against you again, bringing your other to grip the back of his neck, deepening the kiss and forcing your tongue past his lips. He moans softly at this, exhaling through his nose.

Levi grinds himself forward against your stomach once again, languidly rolling his hips and pressing his dick firmly against your abdomen. By now, your mind is reeling with the thought of having him do this without those god forsaken pants to get in the way. Breaking the kiss, you look down, snapping open the buckle of his belt and nearly tearing the zipper of his pants down. He lifts himself up off your lap to shimmy out of them, tearing off his shirt in the process, as you peel off your own shirt.

Once restrictive fabric is discarded, Levi re-positions himself on top of you, shivering slightly as the air nips at his bare skin. You don’t notice the chill, already busy pressing open mouthed kisses to his bare shoulders, over his collar bone, the skin of his neck. Levi tilts his head back ever so slightly, arching his back as you trail your fingers, feather-light, down his spine. How desperately you want to leave marks there on the column of his throat, not as an act of possession, but to serve as a reminder of this moment for you to look back on tomorrow morning when the two of you must get up and dressed before sunrise. To watch him anxiously adjust his collar, making sure to hide the evidence from any wandering eyes.

Breaking away from him, you drop your gaze down to observe the wet spot seeping through the front of his underwear. You take a minute to admire the product of your ministrations, before bringing a finger to trace the dampness there. He gasps, head falling forward and bangs flopping over his eyes.

“Don’t tease, damn it…please” he breathes, shakily against your ear. “I want you.”

“I can tell.” You chuckle. Deciding against waiting any longer, you hook your index finger into the waistband of his underwear, pulling it forward to let his cock spring up against his lower belly, smearing that slick wetness below his navel, before letting go and watching it snap against his length like a rubber band. He jumps, surprised at the sting. “Hah…ouch!”

“I want these off too.”

He lifts once again to kick off the final layer, leaving him fully exposed, returning to you to present himself at your mercy. His tongue is poking through his lips as he watches you curiously, as if to try and predict your next course of action.

You place a hand on his hip, smoothing a thumb over the bone and gazing up at him lovingly. Your other hand finds its way to his stomach, open palm and fingers splayed, running it all the way up to his chest and up to his jaw, gently forcing him to look at you.

“You’re so beautiful, every inch of you, I’m enamored by it all. You know that?” He rolls his eyes, and you wrap your other hand around the base of his cock, squeezing slightly.

“Hnn..ah!” He chokes out, squeezing his eyes shut.

“You know that, Levi?” He nods, frantically, and you’re unsure if he even remembers what you’re asking, his body is melting into you, hunching forward. Chuckling softly, you begin to slowly slide your hand up and down, languidly. Thumb circling his tip every so often, spreading the pre-cum down his shaft.

Levi lets his head fall against your shoulder, huffing against your neck, his rib cage expanding and contracting with every breath. You trace over his chest, over his peaked nipple, pinching and rolling it gently between your thumb and forefinger as you continue to stroke him off, and his breath catches in his throat.

“F-fuck~” he whimpers out, jaw slackening as you speed up your pace and tighten your grip. His hips lurch forward and his hands are searching for something to hold onto, settling on gripping the back of your chair with white knuckles, snaking his other arm around your neck and pulling you closer to him, almost in a hug. You can feel his abdominal muscles beginning to tense, and you slow your pace, but Levi isn’t willing to wait any longer. His hand falls from the back of your chair to grab onto your wrist.

Holding it steady, he begins thrusting his hips forward, fucking your hand like it’s sheer instinct. Any other time, you’d stop him, but seeing him so fucked out and desperately humping into your closed fist is what prevents you from doing so. This isn’t something you see often.

Levi is dangerously close, moaning against your ear long and drawn out. Holding him close, you press your mouth against his ear and whisper “good boy, so good. You need to cum? Let go for me, ok?”

His eyes roll back, lids fluttering closed as he freezes, holding his breath for a second as his hips stutter “ah-ah oh god, fuck, i love you, i love you, i love you” he rasps out, gushing thick, creamy ropes over your fist, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm as it tears through him. You smile softly at his confession and it’s timing, allowing him to guide your fist over his length to milk himself of any last drops.

And as his breathing slowly returns to normal, his tired body slumps against your own. The rain outside has begun to die down, now only a soft drizzle. You hold him there, as long as he needs, tracing shapes over the skin of his bare back. In the end though, it’s Levi who breaks the silence, whispering against your skin

“let’s get to bed, we can…uh…spend more time together there.”

#attack on titan #aot #aot x reader #aot headcanons #aot smut #aot x y/n #levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #levi x reader #levi ackerman headcanons #sub!levi #sub!levi ackerman #subby levi #snk levi #snk #shingeki no kyojin #levi ackerman smut

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memi067 · 2 months

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maybe I’m just that big of a homebody but why have I seen NO fics lately 😞

ao3? dead

tumblr? seen more reposts than og works

wattpad? ngl hasn’t been good in yrs

tappytoons/lezhin/webtoon? caught up

#jjk #obey me #aot x reader #need juicy fics to read #mizu x reader #sub toji #sub nanami #nanami kento #bored af #need to be more productive #levi ackerman

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strawbabysimp · 5 months

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Beg For It || Sub!Levi

Genre: Smut

Category: Sub!Levi x Fem!Dom!Reader

Warning(s): Anal Penetration, Cunnilingus, Dildo Usage, Faux Job, Mommy Kink, Vaginal Penetration

Levi's cheeks flush when you spread your legs apart to reveal your thighs already wet from the show he was putting on for you. He settles between them, one hand grasping the dildo he soon lifted up to his mouth. With his head so close to your pussy he lowered his mouth onto the toy and began to suck. His eyelids lowered as he sunk down to the middle of the shaft and wetness filled his eyes but he refused to stop his suction.

Thick spit came away from his mouth when he pulled himself off but he didn't stop there. With a small hum, he brought the mess back to his tongue and continued to soak the toy in his enthusiasm.

It would only make what came easier after all.

With that reminder, you grasped the black strands atop his head and moved his lips to your clit. If you had thought he was insatiable before then he was absolutely rabid now. You cried out as his tongue flicked against the little bundle of nerves sending shocks of pleasure from between your legs and across your abdomen.

"Grab the toy baby," you reminded him steadily.

With hesitant licks he pulled his head from between your legs and moved the tip to your entrance.

"Give it to me baby," you coaxed your lover, and the toy slowly sunk itself into you, your body pulling it deeper as the wetness from Levi's mouth and your own hole eased the slide. The stretch was welcomed and you felt your orgasm building already.

Your hips moved to meet the thrust of his hand and within moments you were begging your body to let you come.

"It looks good, doesn't it?" You ask him with harsh breaths. "It feels even better. I bet you want it in you next, don't you? Want Mommy to shove her dildo in you to loosen you up real good after she comes?"

Your taunts only feed the fire in your abdomen and with soft coos coaxing Levi on you clench down on the toy in exctasy.

"Come up here baby," you say once you've caught your breath.

Levi climbs up to lay on your chest but you push him back down, turning him so his ass is exposed to you. You can imagine the blush on his pale skin as you spread his cheeks apart with your hands.

"I said I'd take care of you, didn't I?"

You watch as his hole gasps at your words and you reach out your hand with a small smile to grab the dildo from the Captain. You bring the still-warm tip up to tease his entrance, and his whines are an incentive to continue playing with his hole. He lets out high-pitched noises, wordlessly begging for you to fill him up. You resist the urge, enjoying the way his body reacted to your gentle touches - a time would come for rough.

Levi's entrance pulls the toy in with ease, the burn low and welcome as if his ass was made for it. Within seconds he's moving against it in an attempt to garner more friction but you use your other hand to keep him steady while you fuck into him.

The little hairs on his thigh stand up and you know his sensitivity is rising. It's an irresistible sight and you take full advantage of it.

With a steady hand, the toy is sunk fully into him, the man groaning beneath you as he feels his insides stretch to accommodate. You keep him still though, allowing only your hand to give him the pleasure he seeks as he shakes in your lap.

You use your left hand to move one of his cheeks in circular motions, savoring the sight of how it surrounds the faux-cock.

You knew he'd been close to coming since it entered him, but he was well trained to not come until you said, so sometimes he didn't bother asking.

"Beg for it baby," you said in a degrading tone.

He looked back at you with glazed eyes and red cheeks, small gasps escaping his mouth before he garnered the strength to talk.

"Please let me come," Levi's voice was high-pitched and desperate. You needed to hear it again.

"I want to come! I need to come," he begged. " Please let me come." His voice drifted off at the end and you felt a sense of pity.

You wanted to see him spill across your lap and collapse in his own filth - maybe you'd even make him lick it up after.

The image flashed through your head and you were convinced to let him let his cum out between you both.

You removed the toy from his ass with a quick pull up, loving how Levi's hole fluttered at the sudden exit.

"You can come now," you instructed.

Even without saying further stimulation, your voice was enough to send him over the edge and the usually so stone-faced man was a whimpering mess of thanks.

You massaged his ass once again as he collapsed further down into you. It had been a good night.

#Smut #Levi #Levi Smut #Levi x Reader #Sub!Levi #Sub Levi #Attack on Titan #AoT #Anime #Levi Ackerman

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mysicklove · 7 months

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𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄

DAY 10: SOMINOPHILIA

With: Levi Ackerman

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: gn! reader, sub! levi, nightmares + insomnia mentioned, oral (m! receiving), handjob in dreams, implied age gap, set in around season 2 timeline? im kinda forgetting which season erwin was in... kissing..lots of kissing, reader being puppy coded and levi is sick in love

A/N: sorry this is late!!!! i hope this also isnt too confusing considering it switches back and forth between his dream and irl. idk. also title is named after a song by The Mamas and The Papas that i LOVEEEE

Levi Ackerman finds himself plagued with nightmares. It was always like that though, since he could remember at least. Three to four nights a week he awakes in the middle of night dripping with sweat with his heart nearly beating out of his chest. He has grown used to the lack of sleep by now, it barely bugs him anymore.

That is, until he found someone to share his bed with.

You were his light, as dramatic and sappy as it sounds, and something he will never admit out loud. But it was true, finally in this dim world he finds himself in, you came crashing in, brighter than the sun. He had fallen for you in record time, and you, drawn to his stoic and feisty aura, came tumbling down after him.

It's been a year now since you've gotten together, and Levi swears the nightmares are getting less frequent.

Well, at least in the nights where you lay beside him. The nights where you hold him, and he has easier access to your heartbeat. The steady rhythm of your chest rising and falling. Alive.

He doesn't go into too much depth about the nightmares, but you know the general scene of them, usually relating back to his comrades deaths. He has mentioned that the recent ones involve you, and it makes your heart crumble for your beloved each time his voice cracks through the explanation. You don’t press too much on the matter – the nights he wakes up in a cold sweat, you are there to ease him back to sleep, reassuring that you and he are safe. He almost gets a full night of sleep with you around.

But alas, you aren’t all sunshine and rainbows, and neither is he. Nope, you happen to be one of the most erotic people have ever met (though, he hasn’t met many). A sick brat is what he calls you, or sometimes a disgusting pervert, if he’s feeling extra grumpy. The nicknames fly past your head, as you pepper his face with kisses. It was all in good spirit, is what you remind yourself at least.

“Soooo, Hange recommended–”

“No.”

You pout at the man, pulling away from his chest to glare at him. “You didnt even let me finish my sentence.”

His cold face doesnt let up, even if his eyes hold a playful light to them. “I am smart enough to recognize that anything having to do with Hange is a bad idea.”

You playfully hit his chest, and the man raises his eyebrows at you. A smile pulls at your lips, and Levi cant help but stare whimsically at you. It was unfair, really. “Fine, get on with it, brat.”

“How would you feel if I woke you up with a blow job?” His reaction is immediate, first shock, and then as a couple seconds go by he seems to be much more inclined to agree, but then finally settles on an scowl.

“Why were you talking to Hange about these things?”

You cock your head to the side, tapping on your chin. “Well, I mentioned that your nightmares have started again, and they told me that oral sex helps stop them. Something neurologically with your dick and brain? I don't know.”

He stares at you for a couple of seconds, bewildered at your explanation. But, he realizes quickly what is up, and he immediately pinches the bridge of his nose with a long sigh. “They are fucking with you, idiot. Just trying to get me laid. Hange has always been like that.”

Your face falls at the words, and Levi swears you managed to master the kicked puppy look. He grabs your hands and pulls you back onto his chest, rolling his eyes when you hum into his skin. The warmth brought him comfort, and he finds himself more at peace. “I mean…It won't help with the nightmares, but who would turn down waking up to a blowjob?” Levi mumbles into your hair, while rubbing his hands up and down your arms.

You twist to look up at him, the familiar grin back on your face. “Yeah?”

He scoffs at you, an embaressed blush coating his cheeks. “Just dont wake me up early, alright. Just gonna piss me off.”

He swears he can see you wagging a tail. “Of course, Captain!”

Two weeks have gone by, and Levi has not woken up to your face anywhere near his dick. He has awoke to kisses along his cheeks, and neck, but that wasnt new, you were always disgustingly affectionate in your half awake state. He holds a content (half) smile for about ten seconds as he shuts the door of your room, only for it to drop when he sees Hange.

He wasnt the one to complain though, maybe you were just teasing him. You always did like to press his buttons. He wasn't going to give you the satisfaction of knowing he wants it. So, the dark haired man continues on, nightmares and all, through the weeks.

By the time a month came passing by, he knows that you forgot all about your stupid little promise – your stupid naive words that only worked to piss him off. He glared at you from across the halls for a whole week – never daring to actually show you real signs that he was upset. But after you accidentally caught him frowning at you from across the training grounds, he was immediately dragged back your shared rooms, and fucked lovingly, as you apolgized for everything you could think of that would piss the man off.

You didnt mention the blowjob, but Levi was content with the disheveled hair, and the hickeys and bite marks littering his body, so he forgives you.

He forgets about the blowjob after two months. You were more horny than usual, so the two of you were at it multiple times a week. He would end up too exhausted to hold any real dreams, including his nightmares.

Levi was okay with it.

9 am. Levi, for the first time ever, was oversleeping. Of course when you woke up at 8 am, on your day off from training, and found your lover by your side, you couldnt help but be shocked. He was usually gone by 5 am to get to training.

But you heard him woke up multiple times in the middle of the night. The nightmares were back. His shaky hands wrapped around you, and he panted into your neck, trembling like you've never seen before. You don't know what triggered it, but Levi seemed to have a really bad night.

He deserves to sleep in. So, at fifteen past 8, you scamper to Erwins office and beg the commander for Levi to have a day off. He always did have a soft spot for you. For one, you brought happiness to humanities strongest, and also because his friend silently threatened him death if he was to mistreat you. Erwin agreed without much hesitation.

You crawl into bed next to your lover, and begin to trace his content face. At least the nightmares were gone for the night.

Then, the realization hits you. This was the perfect time for you to finally do as promised.

You waited months because you wanted Levi to forget about your words. Of course, you assumed he forgot them after a couple of days, paying no attention to your promise, but you waited it out just in case.

And now, the both of you dont have any plans today. A once in a lifetime experience, it has got to be.

So with one more glance at your lover, you kiss his cheek, hold back a small giggle, and slowly remove the blanket from his lap. Then, you slide yourself down on the bed, and carefully manevuer yourself in between his legs. He doesnt sleep with much attire, growing hot in the night. Plus with the addition of the cold sweat he often finds himself in, he learns that going next to bare was easier.

You pull down his boxers, and are immediately exposed to a dark patch of hair. It's trimmed properly, but he prefers to have a little hair down their over being completely shaven. Something on the lines of protecting his dick from germs or whatnot. You dont listen to the details, only thinking about how hot it is.

The boxers make it past his thighs, and you glance back up at the man. He doesn't even seem to flinch when the cool air comes into contact with his skin. He snoozes peacefully into the pillow, his dark hair covering his eyes.

His dick lays limp against his leg, and you pick it up slowly, careful to not wake him up. You run your fingers over it a couple of times, and then, holding the back of it with your fingers to support it, you run your tongue from bottom to top of the length.

Levi doesn't move. You take that as a sigh to continue.

Another stripe of the tongue, and then two more, and nothing happens. You grow bolder by the moment. You place his still soft cock into your mouth, and this time you do hear a reaction. Its a quiet sigh, but it was something. His eyes still remain shut.

Slowly, you begin to suckle on the tip, finding it easier to fit it in your mouth while soft. Your tongue roams the shaft, and you press sloppy, wet kisses to his veins. Blood rushes to his cock unconsciously, and Levi still has not stirred, even with his cock now hard. You chuckle with amusement, but dont stop your movements, now dragging your hands along his thighs to appreciate his body.

Levi was having a good dream. It wasnt like the past couple of nightmares, no, this one seemed to have a light hue. It was just the two of you, laying with your backs against grass. A open field, far away from everyone, and not a threat in sight. Titans were gone.

A peaceful world for the two of you. A world Levi craved.

His hands trace your face, and he stares at you, admiring every crease and divot of your skin. You slide your way over toward him, leaning forward to kiss him. “I love you.”

He hums, eyes falling shut, as he wraps his arms around your body. “Yeah, yeah. Love ya too, brat.”

You giggle at him, and suddenly the smile on your face shifts. It turns soft, the tips of your mouth curling up in an almost feline way, while you eyes become hooded. He watches you lean forward and press your lips to his. The man doesnt stop you, gently kissing you back while your tongue slips into his mouth. Levi gulps when your hands trace down to his pants, and he quickly looks around the meadow, afraid to discover an unwelcomed guest. Of course there was nobody, it was a dream, not a nightmare. Your hand slips into his pants, and Levi’s back arches in the grass.

He twitches in his sleep and you smile fondly at the man. The tip of his cock rest against your cheek, as you admire him for a second too long, only to be rewarded with jolt of his hips from the source unknown, sending it slapping across your face. You hold back a laugh, and then grab at it again, mumbling out a, “Even a brat in your sleep, huh Captain?”

You lean forward and wrap your lips around him again.

“D-Don't stop!” Levi groans out, hands clutching at your shirt while he squeezes his eyes shut. It doesn't stop the sun from getting past his eyelids, so he moves closer to you to hopefully block it out. You press your lips to his neck, nibbling at the space just beneath his ears.

“Would never,” You purr, and the man glances at your hand. His pants are pulled down completely now, and your pace was rutheless in its up and down motions. It sends him shivering, and covering his face with the back of his arm. He breathes through clenched teeth, and tries his best not to let out a whimper. The man hears your giggle, and before he could stop himself, the whine slips out.

The first noise of the morning was a low whimper. Not much, but definitely there, and unbelievably cute. You grip at his hips and try to take him deeper, but his hips thrusts back into your mouth with another paired whine. Your eyes widen, and you gag out at the unexpected movement, having to pull away to catch your breath. His dark hair whips back and forth, and he continues to make low mewling noises. “Huh, and you call me the pervert. What are you dreaming about, pretty?”

Levi moans into your mouth, wrapping his arms around your neck. His hips buck up into your hands, and you playfully bite his lip, earning a dramatic grunt in complaint. He grips your hair and pulls you back to his lips before you try and let out another teasing remark. Precum leaks onto your hand, and he swears that it provides more of the makeshift lube then usual. Your hand feels better than normal, strangely damp, and so warm. Did handjobs always feel this good?

He can feel his high approaching and his breaths come out quicker. “Gonna..cum. Fuck!”

You detach yourself from his lips. “No, no, no! Not yet!” You tease, voice light and almost giggly. It wasn't the first time you denied him of his release, but it was rare. You always di did pamper him.

The man scowls at you, borderline on the cusp of baring his teeth. “Why?” He demands, short and simple, but shows exactly how peeved he is. Levi is more than surprised to feel that you didn't squeeze his cock in warning. No, still the warm, tight feeling, that does not make any sense to him.

“Can you do something for me first?”

A demand from you? Unheard of. “Get on with it, I-Im close”

Your hand movements become louder and louder, and it shouldn't sound like that. It's so lewd, and the squelching noise are never that loud.

You press you lips to his ear, and a shiver runs down his spine at your breath, which is strangely cooler than usual. “Wake up, Captain.”

His eyes snap open immediately and he pants into the dark room. Levi hears it first, before he feels it. A loud slurping sort of noise, and the man feels his cock trapped between something warm, wet.

A throat. Not a hand.

He is quick to manevour himself to hold his weight on his elbows, and glances down at you, breaths coming out shallow and quick. You smile when you catch his eye, and for a second you pull away from him. You pepper his length down with kisses. “Well, well, good morning, sleepy head,” You mumble, letting another swipe of your tongue graze his thick blue vein. Then, with little hesitation, you dive back onto his cock, taking it as far as you can into your mouth.

“What are you–Fuck!” His legs instinctually bend outward, and his back arches. His head was still foggy in his half sleepen state. Was that all a dream? Was this real? He grips onto your hair, and does his best not to force you deeper onto his cock.

Levi could feel his orgasm approaching and rapidly, same as the dream. But this time it was real, and by god did it feel that way. His hips buck into your mouth and he lets out loud moans, tucking his face into the pillow to try and muffle them.

He tries to ask for permission again to cum again, hoping that this time real you wouldnt lead him on. It comes out more as a command, but you just roll your eyes with a smile, the giggle in the back of your throat sending him spiral.

“Cumming. Oh god. Thank you, thank you, thank you!” He chants, and your eyes widen in shock, but you don't pull away from his cock. He was never the one to be polite in bed, the little brat was always barking commands and half hearted complaints. He must be really enjoying this treat if he was to thank you.

You dont have time to dwell on it much, because he forces your head lower onto his cock and cums into your mouth. You wince at the taste, but bear no mind to it as you watch your lover unravel. His back still continues to arch (which you will never get over) while his eyes are shut. The noises he lets out are soft, more of a mewl and a groan, but adorable nonetheless. His whole body trembles and his legs lay out wide, shaking under the force of the orgasm.

You pull away when he is done, and wipe your lips with the back of your hand. “Taste perfect as usual. Always so good on your diet!”

He rolls his eye at you, but it doesn't hold much bite considering that the man seemed to be basking in the post orgasm glow. “You are gross. I know that shit tastes bad.”

“Nope! Anything that the Captian makes is amazing”

He throws a pillow at your face, and you pout at him, a dramatic whine slipping past your lips. “Don't call me that, I am not even your Captain anymore, brat. And stop pouting!” He demands, pulling up his boxers before letting out a big stretch.

“Why are you so mean to me?” You complain, crawling forward to lay on his chest. “After I gave you head too!”

The frown does not drop from his face, but he does trace his fingers along your face. A silent token of affection that you purr into. “Took ya long enough. Thought you forgot about it.”

You fake hurt, taking in a dramatic breath. “Of course not! I would never lie to you.” The words are light, and holds a smile in them. “And hey, dont you think you are a little spoiled? Complaining that you got a blowjob too late.”

Levi doesnt even seem to react, his facial expression remaining neutral, and his words flat. “No ‘m not. Said thank you and everything.”

To this, you do nod, practically vibrating with affection to give. It was too hard to really be upset with him. “Super polite of you! I was so impressed!”

This does make him roll his eyes. “You really think low of me, huh?”

You poke at his cheek with a smile plastered on your face. “Aww cmon dont be dramatic again. You know I dont. Oh! Also, did it help with the nightmares?” You tease, knowing exactly what type of dream he really was having. “You sounded very….Scared in your dream.”

He seems to flush red, but alas, Levi was never the one to be on the losing foot. “....Yes. Seems like you are going to have to do this for me everyday. To stop the nightmares.”

You burst out laughing, and fail to see the small grin that creeps up the dark haired man's face.

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g-l-o-b-e-w-h-o-r-e · 2 years

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N e e d y.

Sub!Levi Ackerman x Dom!reader

Nsfw

When levi is about to come he always arches his back chasing his release with high pitched moans filling the room.

His cross eyes tear up as he cums everywhere making a mess that he doesn't even notice clinging to you like his life depends on it.

The poor baby is too hazy to even think as u pick him up and sit him in your lap as he still clings to you.

Praising and peppering him with kisses all over and playing with is nipples making him whimper even more and turn away his head from you with plumb pouty lips and a red tint on his soft cheeks. He soon falls asleep on your lap from exhaustion and overstimulation.

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levisjinchuriki · 1 year

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enemies with benefits

summary: unresolved sexual tension between you and levi cause trouble in the workplace.

warning: dom!levi, sub!reader, cursing, levi being mean to the reader, spanking, choking, multiple orgasm denials, overstimulation, hair pulling, biting, fingering, dacryphilia, oral (fem receiving)

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your relationship with levi is a complicated one. you respect each other as captains, but when it comes to tolerating each other you just can’t. you both have sour attitudes and it makes being in a room together almost impossible. to make matters worse you can never agree on anything. it infuriates erwin, but he insists on pairing you up until you can eventually work through your hatred. he claims that you sometimes have to work with enemies to achieve a greater goal.

amongst other things you know there’s some unresolved sexual tension between you. it’s obvious how he will always stare at you and pick fights for no reason. you’re to blame, too. you like to get levi all riled up. you enjoy watching his nostrils flare when he’s had enough of your banter. and the bass in his voice when he would yell at you was sexy, you can’t deny it.

even hange has had enough of your banter. you both follow the section commander to a spare office and are instructed that you’ll both be relieved of your duties until you can work together properly. with that the door closes. levi, being obsessed with his work, is desperate to fix the issue between you.

“are you happy now?”, levi crosses his arms at you. his tone sends shivers down your spine. you hope you can rile him up enough to make him act out of character. with the exception of you, levi is always so composed. he doesn’t let many things bother him to the point of making it noticeable. but he can’t help it with you and you love it.

“what do you mean, captain?”, you ask innocently. there’s a smile on your lips as he glares at you. he knows you’re mocking him by using a title you both share.

“you’re infuriating”, he tells you. levi glares you down as he comes close to you. “if you have something to get off your chest you better say it now”, he threatens. there have been so many unspoken words between you and levi. so many questions that needs answers. why had you started to hate each other in the first place? you’re not sure, but that’s how it’s always been. he’s wants answers, needs answers so he can get back to work. but you’re not one to make things easy for him. instead, you tilt your head and act like you don’t know what he’s talking about.

he stares daggers into you. levi isn’t in the mood to be playing around. his hand finds your neck and holds it in a firm grip. levi presses forward until your back is pushed up against the wall. you fail to hide your smile as you bite your lip. he’s getting mad. how exciting.

“stop acting like a brat if you know what’s good for you”, levi growls. you can’t help but let out an amused hum.

“this isn’t much of a punishment, levi”. your voice is velvety as his name spills from your lips. “if you knew me at all you’d know i like being choked”, you laugh at him. this sets him off. his efforts to make you crack are backfiring. your smart comments are infuriating him to no end.

“punishment?”, he laughs with no humor behind it. “is that what you want?”. your eyes light up as his become darker. you’re a sucker for a good discipline now and then. with how much you and levi fight- it’s long overdue.

you squeeze your thighs together subconsciously. it’s not missed by levi. he lets go of the grip he has on your throat but quickly busies himself with tugging your brown scout jacket off your shoulders and undoing the straps of your uniform. the action turns you on, but also puzzles you. he should be giving you a piece of his mind, but instead he’s starting to undress you.

“what are you doing?”, you question. you’re not trying to stop him by any means, especially since he’s now roughly pulling your pants down your waist, but you’re not sure how taking off your clothes is a punishment. levi ignores your question. he crouches down and forces you to step out of your tight jeans.

“you look nice on your knees”, you tease. levi throws the article of clothing behind him.

“shut up”, he orders you. when he makes eye contact with your heat he can already see a pool of arousal on your panties. you weren’t lying when you said he was attractive when he gets angry.

he scoffs at the sight and rolls his eyes. “you’re pathetic”. he wastes no time in pulling your underwear down and lifting one of your legs over his shoulder. before you can muster a response to his insult his tongue is already on you. it’s warm and wet and harsh as he immediately digs in. his pace is rough and fast, licking you as if he’s a starved man. he’s being selfish, taking what he wants for his own pleasure.

levi digs his fingertips into your thigh as he holds it around his shoulder. you mewl as you feel him on your skin for the first time. his grasp hurts so good. hopefully he leaves bruises. surely this is not what hange means by “working together”.

as you sink into the wall your hands find purchase in his hair. it’s the perfect length for pulling. the action causes a low groan to escape levi. it’s the deepest, most enticing and dangerous sound you’ve ever heard.

levi’s tongue moves to your sensitive bud. he decides to torture you. licking, slurping, sucking, biting… no action is done for too long, which makes you crave him even more. you curse under your breath. no one has ever made you feel so good so quickly. it’s almost scary how fast levi is working your body to the brink of an orgasm.

you gasp as levi surprises you by sticking two fingers into you. you’re so slick that he enters with ease. he’s not gentle as he pumps his digits into you repeatedly. his fingers alone are stretching you out so nicely. the feeling makes you dizzy. the erotic sound of your juices against levi’s soaked fingers ignites him. as much as you try to hold it back, a moan escapes from you. one thing you hate more than levi himself is his arrogance. you’d do just about anything to humble him. he already knows how good of a soldier he is, he doesn’t need to know he’s talented in other aspects as well.

levi chuckles against you. you hate that you’re stroking his ego, but he’s just so good at satisfying you. the vibrations cause your legs to shake. it hasn’t been that long and you’re already close to coming. how embarrassing.

“levi”, your voice is filled with need and desire as you warn him about your impending release. he continues his actions, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. you're chanting his name over and over again as you hiccup between breaths. your toes feel hot, you're so close.

just as you’re about to let pleasure take over levi removes his fingers from your tight walls along with his lips. you gasp as the euphoric sensation starts to slip away. “no, no!”, you beg, trying to chase the feeling. your chin touches your chest as you look down. you rake your hands through levi’s hair, pushing his bangs back so you can get a better look at him. his pupils are blown out, lips swollen and cheeks red. his chest heaves up and down as he catches his breath.

you realize he edged you on purpose, this is the punishment he was talking about earlier. “you asshole”, you weakly whine. your insult is met with a firm slap on the outside of your thigh. you groan in dissatisfaction as the feeling of your orgasm washes away before you have a chance to enjoy it. you squirm in his grasp. levi bites your inner thigh as a warning. he fucking bites you.

“i never said you would enjoy this, did i?”, he asks, voice hoarse. you whimper.

levi tortures you by bringing you to the brink of an orgasm before ruining it two more times. the feeling is so intense he has your legs trembling by the end of it. you feel the burn in your abs as they tighten repeatedly. the leg that’s thrown over levi’s shoulder is sore from the position. he’s wearing you out on purpose.

you push levi’s head away as he disrupts your release yet again. “s-stop”, you cry out. truthfully, you wanted him to keep going, you just wanted his teasing to come to an end. levi pulls back to see the state he’s left you in. your body is twitching, chest rising and falling as you try to catch your breath. tears are brimming your eyes at your multiple denials of finishing on his tongue.

levi gives you a break. he stands and watches as your knees buckle under you. he’s quick to hold you up, looking over your face with his neutral stare. you look ruined, so pretty.

“you can handle more, can’t you?”, levi torments. you whine and shake your head. the thought of another edging causes a tear to slip onto your cheek. you’re so desperate. levi watches the drop fall lower and lower against your skin. pleasuring you so well that you cry? the thought turns him on even more.

“please let me come. i’ll do anything”, you beg. levi tilts his head and narrows his eyes at you. he doesn’t believe you. he can’t name a time where you’ve followed his direction, so why would he trust you now?

“we’ll see about that”, he mumbles as he brings you to the desk in front of the large window. levi bends you over the wood until your chest is pressed against it. you catch your breath as he shuffles behind you. your arousal pools again as you hear a zipper being pulled down. levi strokes himself for a moment as he watches your slick coat your inner thighs. you complain that he’s taking too long and squeeze your legs together. he holds back a moan as more of your slick slowly slips out of you.

“don’t be so impatient”, he scolds. levi’s grip is harsh as he holds onto your hip. his member teases your entrance. you could scream. you need him so bad.

“levi, i swear- oh!”, your breath catches as he pushes himself halfway into you. your eyes screw shut at the feeling of him stretching you even further than his fingers. he’s so thick. you feel so good wrapped around him. after giving you a few moments to adjust to his size levi pulls out before pushing back in, even further this time. you hum as the pain turns into pleasure. your hamstrings smack against his quads as levi sets a steady pace. he watches the ripples spread across your backside every time his hips make contact with yours. you can hear levi’s deep breaths from behind you.

“for someone so small i didn’t expect you to be this big”, you let out an amused laugh. the backhanded compliment makes levi snap. he’s been somewhat forgiving with you, but not anymore.

“god, you’re so fucking annoying”, he groans as he snaps his hips into yours. you mewl at the change in pace. levi presses a hand in the center of your back, keeping you from moving as he drills into you now. his breaths become labored as he pounds you.

“such a smart ass. can never shut up, can you?”, he asks rhetorically. levi’s had enough of your attitude. he’s taking out every moment of anger he’s ever had with you right now. he wants your brain to melt. it’s the only way you’ll listen and obey him. he wants his name to be the only word you can think of.

levi can barely hear you crying out for him over his thoughts. “too much, -s too much”. you desperately try to get air in your lungs. your hands reach behind you to weakly push against his hips. he mercilessly holds your wrist behind your back in a tight grip.

“you’re gonna take it”, he orders you. you whimper as you feel your orgasm approaching. you’re hoping this time he’ll let you experience it. you nod, agreeing with him for the first time.

“so you can be obedient”, he laughs as he mocks you. “wouldn’t know since you’re always defying me”. if disagreeing with levi is what brought you here you’d definitely be doing it in the future.

“got nothing to say now, huh?”. you couldn’t talk if you wanted to. the only sounds you could muster out were moans and whines and whimpers, which is exactly what levi wanted. he decides to have some fun, wanting to push you through your brain fog.

“i’m talking to you” he says darkly, delivering a loud slap to your ass. you yelp in surprise and pleasure. your skin stings where his hand made a print. your body jerks under you, on the edge of a much needed release. his pace doesn’t falter as you clench around him.

“levi”, you whimper, your way of asking permission. he grants it to you and you cry out as he fucks you through your orgasm. it’s intense, making up for all of your failed ones. your vision goes black for a moment as you’re consumed by the feeling.

levi curses as his abs tighten up. he leans his weight on you, head against your shoulder as he his hips snap into yours. his bangs stick to his forehead. he’s used up so much energy. you let him use you as you come down from your high. he whimpers as he pulls out of you at the last second, coming on your ass and thighs. you sigh in satisfaction. his heart pounds as he pants on top of you, completely spent. levi’s body weight grounds you, bringing you back from your euphoric state.

eventually, levi stands up and tucks himself back into his pants. he pulls up the zipper and adjusts the straps of his uniform. his hands rake through his hair, making it fall how it normally does, although now he has some extra volume. unlike levi, you’re slow to get up. once you open your eyes he’s already making his way towards the door.

“get dressed. we have work to do”, he says in his usual unamused tone before leaving you to deal with the mess.

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umeoniii · 1 year

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aot men during sex

pt 1: armin, eren, jean here

pt 2: levi, bertholdt, reiner

!!: fem bodied reader, a tiny bit of angst in levi’s story only if u squint though.

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levi: when i write these hcs here’s how i tend to think; issues and problems that one has, tends to show during one of their most vulnerable states (sex). that being said i feel levi’s not strict or hard or anything like that in bed. i feel he’s more of a softer person in bed. he’s only aggressive if that’s what you want. he also had many parental issues in the past; his father’s absence, his mother has alive for a short time of his life, and his hard uncle taking care of him then abandoning him. i also feel that he probably has a mommy kink, not like the way that most people think of it, but because of his maternal issues. he tries his hardest not to let it slip often though. he’s sorta clingy in bed, and his favorite position is missionary, so he can be as close as possible to his s/o. he also likes cowboy because he can see all of his s/o. he likes giving more than receiving, he loves giving because it makes him and his s/o vv happy.

☆〜

you were lying in bed with your newly wed husband. to think about it, you’ve never had sex with him in all of the years you two were together. sure you’ve seen him naked vice versa, but the two of you never actually engaged in sexual acts. maybe he was the type to wait until marriage? you were always too scared to ask him about it, you didn’t want to seem selfish.

tonight was the night you were going to ask him though. you turn your head to your lover and inquire about it.

“so what you’re asking for is to have sex?” he asks as you meet his gaze, the moonlight being the only thing illuminating the two of you.

“well no, i just wanted to know why we’ve never done it. if you’re not comfortable you know we don’t have to do it.” you say softly, rubbing his biceps.

“no i’ve just never done it because i’ve already wanted to find the right one, i’ve already found them.” he pauses

“im not the type who will just have sex with anyone. im different, im not like her” you look down, you had a feeling he was referring to his mother. you didn’t say anything about the comment not wanting to talk further about it for his sake. “well can we levi?” you look up at him, your eyes shimmering.

he looks away for a moment, then looks back at you and nods. you pull him in for a soft passionate kiss, working your way down to kiss neck and collar bones, leaving soft warm kisses all over him. you both remove your pajamas until you’re both exposed. you can see levi turn away from you, as if he were nervous.

you grab his cheeks and turn him back towards you and start kissing him even more working your way down to his dick, leaving soft kisses. you watch as his cock hardens and precum leaks from his tip as it twitches. from just one kiss? maybe he’s all the way a virgin, he’s probably never even touched himself… you thought to yourself. you get on top of him and start riding him at a slow place. he moves his hands up throughout your body, groping your breasts. they’re so soft, he thought to himself.

you continue riding your husband looking at his slightly humiliated face. he grabs your hips and flips you onto your back, then he gets in between your legs and inserts himself. he starts by rutting his hips into you. he holds you closer to him. “fuck vi’, ‘s feels so… good.” you moan into his ear. he continues thrusting into you, cream coating his dick. he looks at you.

“i love you so much y/n, truly, you’re the only person in the world i could ever trust to see me like this. i want to be with you forever” he whispers into your ear. the loving whisper in itself was enough to bring you to your climax. you grip him tightly, your nails tracing his back. you moan softly in his ear as you tighten around him and cum.

the tightening had made him reach his climax, he pulled out and came all over your tummy whimpering your name to himself. when he’s done he continues panting, as you grab his head and lie it down on your breasts. “i love you too, levi”

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bertholdt: bert is actually a sweetie in bed. he treats his s/o like a princess and takes good care of her. i feel he’s very good at eating pussy. bertholdt gets flustered when his s/o asks about him. he’s literally a switch, he can be dominant at times but not often. just because he’s way taller than his s/o doesn’t mean he’s that way. he likes giving and receiving. his favorite positions are doggy style, butterfly, or when you’re sitting on his lap.

☆〜

“berthodlt stop!” you laugh as your roommate throws you on the bed and starts tickling you. you and bertholdt were very good friends, he was also your roomate in your dorm. neither of you had classes today, so you decided to just hang out instead. you grab hold of his long lanky arms and push him back, “let’s do something else, let’s watch a movie bert.” you say tired of him tickling you.

he nods his head and pulls out his laptop. you lie next to him your head on his shoulder. a couple of minutes later in the movie there was a kiss between the protagonist and their lover, you look at bertholdt who is blushing and smiling. he’s adorable.

“i wish i could do that to you.” you joke towards him. he obviously didn’t catch on to the fact it was a joke.

“no you wouldn’t, i’m not even all that.” he sputters covering his face, blushing profoundly. “i would, you know bert, i like you a whole lot, you’re such a great friend and i honestly want to take our relationship further.” you look up at him, he literally looks like he’s about to die.

“really? im glad you feel the same as me.” he’s breathing hard and blushing. you nod smiling. you lean in to kiss him, he places his hands awkwardly around your back. you didn’t want to ruin things but you had to make sure bert was yours.

“have you ever had sex?” you inquire. berthodlt was red as a tomato, choking on his words. “um, uh, y- no.” he couldn’t even look at you. poor bert. you look at him innocently. “i would like for you to eat me out.” you say to him with absolutely no emotion in your voice. he just stared with a horrified look on his face. “you okay?” you ask him, rubbing his thigh. “yeah im just nervous, i’ve never done anything like this.”

“don’t worry about it i’ll guide you bert.” you smile at him sweetly. you push him onto his back and pull off you shorts and panties. you hover yourself over his face then lower your pussy onto his face. he moves his hands and grips your thighs softy.

he starts lapping at your cunt shoving his tongue into your hole. you rub your clit against bert’s hooked nose and moan softly to yourself, ruffling his hair. “bertholdt you’re doing so great.” you hiccup. he continues to kitty lick at your wet cunt until you get off of him. “why’d you get up? did you finish.” he questions sadly. “you’re a virgin, i want you to at least feel it too.”

you turn around to where your face is right over his crotch, but your cunt’s still in his face. you pull down his sweatpants and boxers, and his dick springs up hitting you in the face. he gets even redder when you turn around.

“oh, you’re so cute” you purr turning back around. he was lightly trimmed and had a little happy trail leading up to his navel. and god was he long. you started by licking softly at his tip, precum already sticking on your fingers. you put a little in your mouth then work your way down. he starts licking at your pussy again, moaning into you.

you hollow out your cheeks and start swirling your tongue around his very sensitive tip. he continues stuffing his tongue into you as you still manage to ride his face. you use yours hands to pump his dick, still sucking on it. after a while you feel bertholdt’s hand gripping your ass.

your vision gets blurry as you cum into his mouth and face. just as you cum he twitches and cums. your mouth filled with his hot, slightly salty semen. you get off of bertholdt and lay next to him. his chest heaving up and down. he pulls you in closer holding you as the movie still plays in the back.

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reiner: reiner is probably exactly like his best friend. except hornier. reiner has a humiliation kink or at least likes to do it in the worst places possible. he loves his s/o’s ass (please tell me i’m not the only one who remebers what he said about annie’s titan in s1). that being said he likes doggy style and 69. reiner likes giving, he doesn’t care much if he receives or not as long as he can please his s/o that’s enough for him to receive. his s/o’s pleasure is his #1 priority during sex.

☆〜

reiner’s friends asked him to come out to the bar with them, he invited you as well. as you guys all sat at the stools talking about various funny stories and complaining about work reiner’s hand managed to slip up your skirt. you slap his hand and side eye him. “reiner stop, not right here.” you whisper.

he rolls his eyes as he continues to talk to his friends and you join in.

“hey did you know reiner asked out almost every girl in our class sophomore year?” his friend laughed. you look at him.

“and he got rejected every time.” his other friend buds in. you chuckle trying not to upset him.

“ ‘s not true!” he defends himself slurring his words. he puts his arms around you and whispers

“they’re lying, they’re just trying to make me look like a fool in front of you baby.” you roll your eyes still laughing to yourself. he notices your slight attitude.

“guys me and y/n have to go outside real quick, i think she’s still upset with me over something that happened earlier. save our seats.” he whispers to his friends making sure you didn’t hear. he gets up and beckons you to come out the front door with him. you follow his lead as he goes towards the alley in between the bar and the pawn shop next to it.

he releases his arm and looks at you, while you have crossed arms.

“baby you’re not still upset about earlier are you?” you glare at him, obviously still mad.

“yes im still mad about it”

he looks at you with pleading eyes, “but baby i apologized, i said i was gonna buy you more”

“reiner it was my favorite blush! i told you not to step on it so it wouldn’t break.” you yell whiny.

“just because it’s broken doesn’t mean that you still can’t use it.” he scoffs

you hit him on the chest upset.

“that’s it y/n i’ve had enough with you acting bratty and teasing me.”

you open your mouth shocked

“bratty? teasing?” you get upset with him accusing you of such foolish things.

“hell yeah, there’s no way you just decided to wear something like that to the bar. not that it’s bad but you definitely did it just to spite me.”

you roll your eyes. as soon as your glance met his he picked you up to where your legs were wrapped around his waist. he kisses you, alcohol still lingering on his tongue. you return the kiss. he pushes you against the building so he can keep his balance as he undoes his belt and pulls down his pants and underwear.

“reiner stop it! what if someone passes us.” you look at him worried

“no one should, tonight’s not really busy on this street. plus that trash can right there should cover us.” he points to the trash can right to the side of you both. you look at him agreeing it was alright. he pulls down your your panties your back still against the wall.

he pushes his fat, hard cock into you. instantly moaning you wrap your arms around him as he tries his hardest to hold you. he puts you down and turns you around to where your face is against the wall. he reinserts his dick into you and starts thrusting. he fondles your ass as he whispers into your ear.

“you know your my princess right? i love you oh so much y/n, i’d do anything for you. if you want me to buy a million of those blushes i will. because i love you that much.” brandy lingering from his breath.

you moan as your skin slaps into eachother, he puts his hand over your mouth in the hopes of keeping you quiet. he continues pushing himself into you rubbing his cheek against yours. you wanted to finish as quick as possible, you didn’t want anyone seeing this, you also didn’t want his friends to be suspicious. he moved his hand away from your mouth and started rubbing your clit.

“reiner oh my god.” you whimper softly

“i know, i know” he reassures you

he continues thrusting inside of you as your mascara starts to run down your cheeks, messing up your makeup you spent a while doing. “im about to cum reiner.” you whine softly.

as he continues to thrust into your cunt you tighten around him as the knot in your stomach snaps and you feel yourself release onto your lover. he puts his palm over your mouth in hopes no one here your moans. you won’t for a minute then stand up straight and pull up your panties. you pull out your compact mirror and see how ruined your makeup is. i’ll touch it up in the bar bathroom. you thought to yourself. reiner looks at you.

“after we’re done at the bar i’ll take you to that makeup place in the mall.”

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a/n: next part is gonna be women! also guys FEEL FREE TO REQUEST it’s not easy writing on my own :,(. anyways i hope you guys enjoy this one as well 💋 it took me all day bcs my drafts would keep deleting and i’d have to start all over （ｉ _ ｉ）

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