#aot preference

You stood in the bathroom, frame stuck in the mirror. You poked and prodded at your skin, hating the excess amount you found with each touch. Your eyes scrutinized every imperfection, feeling tears rise as you couldn’t force yourself to look away.

Levi, who had just entered your apartment was confused when he didn’t find you waiting for him. He began to search, his body aching for yours. His fingers longed to touch you again, his brain ached with the need to smell your sweet scent. The bedroom was empty, as was the kitchen and living room. This left only the bathroom.

“Love, are you in there?” His voice rang out, a soft knock following. Panic arose in your chest. You already felt horrible, the last thing you wanted was for Levi to see you like this.

“I’ll be out in a minute.” You sniffled out, instantly catching his interest. He perked up, knowing that tone instantly. Something was wrong. Without waiting for permission he opened the door, finding you a tearful mess.

“What the fuck happened?” He asked, confusion in his eyes. You threw your hands up, turning back to the mirror. “I hate what I see, Levi. It’s not sexy… Hell it’s not even slightly desirable.” You mumbled, admitting your true feelings.

Levi tensed, pausing for a long moment before approaching you from behind. His hand wrapped around you, splaying across your stomach. “You see this? I love how you feel, how you react when I touch you.” He breathed, his other hand rising to cup your chin, forcing your gaze up to look at him. “I don’t give a shit what you think you see when you look in the mirror.” Levi murmured, eyes locked on yours through the mirror. “I know exactly what you look like. You are the most infuriatingly beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Christ, you drive me crazy, you know that?” He asked, his voice stern.

His grip on you remains firm, his hand sliding down to your side. His fingertips press into the skin he’s defending, the skin you were prodding at moments ago. “I know every curve by heart. I could map this body in my sleep.” He followed, his grip on your chin loosening.

“Levi-“ you start, only to get cut off by him. “You think this is the face of a man who doesn’t adore every goddamn inch of you?” Levi’s confession hangs in the air like smoke, thick and unmistakable. His hands press into the swell of your hips, his eyes searching yours for any understanding. The bathroom feels smaller now, charged with the thick silence that hung in the air. You open your mouth to speak but no words come out, only more silence. This admission is so raw, so vulnerable, unlike anything Levi has said before.

“I’m not fucking around.” He finally says, breaking the long stretched silence. His grip on your hips makes it easy for him to spin you, forcing you to face him. He looks directly at you, leaving no room for misunderstanding.

“You really like what you see?” You asked, voice wavering and vulnerable. “You think I’d go through this much trouble if I didn’t?” He presses you gently into the counter, pinning you with his knee between your thigh.

“Need more proof?” He asked, crashing his lips onto yours with a bruising force. There’s nothing gentle about this kiss- it’s possessive, it’s claiming. Your knees weaken as he presses you further into the counter, trapping you between the cold tile and the searing heat of his body. His hands tighten in your hair, gently breaking the kiss. Levi’s eyes burn with restraint as he catches his breath, his chest heaving rapidly against yours. The hand on your waist tightens as he leans closer, his breath hot on your ear.

“You’re it for me, brat. It’s you or no one.”

His words are so raw, so open, so unlike him. That’s how you can tell he’s serious. Swallowing thickly you nod softly, eyes locked on his. “Thank you, Levi.” You breathe, only to be met with a glare.

“Don’t thank me. This isn’t about fucking gratitude. This is about the way you make me feel, about the way I can’t get enough of you.” The thin fabric of your shirt does nothing to mute the heat of his fingertips.

“I don’t want to hear this stupid shit from you again. You don’t just make me want you, you consume me. I think about you every fucking second. You’re under my skin, in my head.” His hand slips under the fabric of your shirt, fingertips burning as he splays his hand across your stomach once again, his touch warm and possessive.

His words hang in the air, swirling around you. The combination of his firm admissions and the way he has you pinned is making your head spin. Your hands shakily find his shoulders, holding tightly for support.

“You always know exactly what to say.” You murmur, feeling him pull you flush against his body. His lips find your neck, pressing a tender kiss to your pulse point.

— feat : eren jaeger, levi ackerman, jean kirstein, reiner braun

— info : fluff. gn!reader

— warnings : spelling mistakes, if anything. otherwise n/a

— posted : 3rd august 2021 , 4:10 pm local time

📓EREN JAEGER

mistake no.1

i guess if eren was exhausted or tired too he would allow it.

not gonna lie, you were quite comfy resting on his shoulder as you pondered off into a light slumber.

but your ever-so-wonderful nap was disturbed when you felt a finger prodding your cheek.

“stop, eren, i’m trying to sleep”

“not my fault you look so cute”

while eren’s in this playful mood, you’d have no chance. you’d end up giving up lol

but if he was feeling particularly kind, he’d grab hold of your hand and soothingly rub his thumb on the back of it <3

📓LEVI ACKERMAN

truth be told, this guy wouldn’t know how to act. he’d just resort to how he’s always been: stern.

scenario: you were sitting next to levi on a couch whilst he was reading a book. you’d been out on an expedition all day so it was only natural that you came back tired.

soon enough, you began to feel yourself dozing off and before you knew it, you were in a slumber.

at first, levi thought nothing of your head resting on his shoulder — he was far too invested in his book — but when he noticed you were actually asleep, he would melt on the inside.

and when you woke up, he’d probably act like it was an inconvenience — saying that the weight of your head on his shoulder made it difficult to turn the pages, or something along the lines of that.

“it was far too distracting, i couldn’t concentrate”

if he noticed that his accusations did hurt you a little bit, he’d make sure to reassure you that it wasn’t entirely your fault and that falling asleep and being tired can’t be helped before wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you in closer.

📓JEAN KIRSTEIN

honestly, with jean, i think it depends on the situation.

if you were both out on duty or at something important, he’d probably gently wake you up (even though it broke his heart when he saw how cute you looked resting on his shoulder).

“hey, wake up, we’re supposed to be on duty. you can sleep later :)”

but if you weren’t particularly busy he would let you sleep. let’s say that you had been up all night, and yourself and jean found yourselves rather exhausted.

jean already had his armed wrapped around you and his eyes, too, we’re ever so slowly shutting — luring him into unconsciousness as you both sat there in comfortable silence.

so when your head suddenly hit his shoulder (not too hard, of course) it came as no surprise.

instead, he gently placed his head on top of yours as he finally let himself sleep, knowing that you had too.

the comfort was disturbed when connie came charging into the room with his dumbass and yelling that the captain needed the pair of you. 🙃

📓REINER BRAUN

look, he really cares about (basing this on s4)

if someone like porco was telling him to wake you up, he’d completely and utterly refuse.

but if a higher ranking member of the marleyan military instructed him to do so, he probably would. reluctantly.

in said situation, he’d gently shake you — waking you up slowly but surely.

“come on, y/n, you’ve got to get up now”

he’d also stand up before you and carefully take both of your hands and slowly pull you up onto your feet and then lead you out of the room.

if, however, there were no interruptions he’d let you rest for as long as needed.

perhaps, if he noticed it was rather chilly, he would take off his jacket and place it around you.

he’d literally do almost anything and everything for you; he views you as the love of his life <3

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— a/n : these days, i find myself falling for reiner more and more :|

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Yes I can’t find it.

Tumblr are it lol

But anyways I can remember who I put.

Curly hair

Kenny ackerman

Straight hair

Keith shadis

No preference

You couldn’t sleep, no matter how hard you tried. Flashes of titans, the horrors of expeditions, crossed your mind endlessly, swirling into a chaotic mess that prevented any rest. Fallen comrades, bodies shred to pieces, all of it resurfaced each time you closed your eyes, giving you no time to even catch your breath.

You found yourself sitting up, pillow clutched to your chest tightly as the panic began to set in. Each heavy breath burned like fire, searing your dry throat along the edges. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, threatening to fall. Levi. You needed Levi.

Quick to your feet, you made your way through the barracks as silently as possible, not wanting to wake anyone else up. With one goal in mind you trailed through the hallways, stopping outside Levi’s door. Hesitation struck first. What if this just pissed him off? What if he woke up swinging? What if he flat out denied you and sent you packing with only your memories and your pillow in the dead of night? With a chest full of courage you pushed open the door, creeping to his bed.

“Levi, I can’t sleep. Can I sleep with you?” You whisper, hand gently shaking at his shoulder. He woke up instantly, head snapping in your direction. His hair was mussed, dark bags hanging under his tired struck eyes. Levi stared for a long moment before his voice came rumbling from his throat.

“Your own bed don’t cut it anymore? Go cry into your pillow or something.”

Despite his harsh words, he scooted over just a bit giving you enough room to slip in. Wordlessly you did, settling into the small cot next to Levi.

“What do you need from me?” He then asked, catching you off guard. With a soft shrug you looked at him through the darkness. What did you need that Levi could provide? It sure as hell wasn’t going to be affirmations or verbal comfort. He likely would tell you to grow up, learn to live with it and move on like a soldier.

“Just hold me maybe?” A simple ask, one Levi thought he could manage. Without a word he obliged, sliding an arm across your waist, pulling you slightly back into him. His body was warm, comforting. His hand splayed across your stomach in a manner that was almost possessive.

“Go to sleep now. I’ll be here when you wake up.” He promised, though his words sounded annoyed. That tone was one you were used to with Levi. You learned to read between the lines, find the true meaning and intent behind his words.

You nod softly, despite Levi not looking. Forcing your eyes shut you try to let sleep take over, the feeling of Levi’s arm bringing you a small sense of security. Your breathing finally evened out, your heart race slowing to a normal rate. His touch was grounding, helping you regulate through a panic attack. When he sensed you were finally asleep he pulled you a bit closer, wrapping himself fully around you from behind.

“Annoying.” He mumbled, though he didn’t move. Instead he clung just a bit tighter, finding your touch just as comforting. Perhaps he would actually sleep through the night with you tucked up in his arms like this.