#aot drabble

[classyrbf]

Nerdy armin w a tongue piercing???? saw the animation and I'm obsessed.

you and your best friend, nerd!armin just chilling in his dorm room while he organizes his new pokemon cards that he had bought earlier, his fingers carefully sliding each card into the plastic sleeve like it was an ancient artifact he didn’t want to destroy. It has been about two months since you last really hung out with him, too busy with midterms and other shit.

You’re bopping your head to the music playing on his speaker, scrolling through Instagram when you peek over and see armin poking his tongue out in full concentration. That wasn’t anything new, but what was new was the piece of silver jewelry adorning his tongue. You sit up, questioning if you’re seeing things. “Armin?” You squint your eyes.

“Hm?” He slides his tongue back in his mouth, pushing his glasses up when he looks at you.

“What’s that…in your mouth?” You question, brows furrowing.

He looks just as confused as you do. “What…what do you mean?” You grip his jaw, his eyes going wide as he moves back a little. “Open your mouth.” And even though he’s still oddly confused, he hesitantly open his mouth and lo and behold, there you see it. A tongue piercing. “When the fuck did you get that?!” You screech, now you’re really in shock.

“Oh! This? That’s what you were talking about.” He fully stuck his tongue out, showing you a better view. “Ummm,” he trails off, “Eren told me to get it as a dare. I don’t know why I did it, but I kinda like it.” He shrugs.

“Armin, that still doesn’t answer my question.” You cock your head to the side. “Also, a dare? You never do dares. I know you’re keeping something from me.”

“It was like two months ago! Right after we stopped hanging out. And, I’m not hiding anything!” He quickly goes back to sorting his cards, flipping through the plastic pages to find an empty slot. He can feel you staring at him, your eyes burning into his skull. After just a few seconds, he breaks. “Ok, fine! We all got drunk at the frat party that they forced me to go to because I was cooped up in my dorm too long and then like I was having fun…yeah…and then one thing led to another and now I have it,” he spoke quickly, trying to get everything off his chest at once without having you interrupt him.

“You, nerdy little armin, got drunk and pierced your tongue as a dare?” You sat there with your arms folded across your chest. “Who have you become since I’ve been away?!” You laugh, still in shock.

“I’m still me, just with a piercing. My parents would kill me if they ever found out though.” He shook his head, slipping one last card into the plastic sleeve. “All done!” He slammed the binder shut, letting out a sigh of relief. “Why are you still staring at me? I told you everything.” He pushed up his glasses again.

“Mmm, did you try it out yet?” You playfully smirk at him.

“What do you mean ‘try it out’?” He blinked.

“On a girl…down there…eating her out?” You giggled.

His face automatically turned bright red, opening his mouth to say something but nothing came out. He couldn’t even look at you anymore, averting his gaze back to his closed binder. “Wh-what?! No! I don’t…I don’t even know how to do that.” He awkwardly cleared his throat.

“Wanna learn?”

[doestalker]

plug!eren yeager who finds you crying on his front porch during one of his pool parties. makeup running down your cheeks, your body shaking from the cold air hitting your bare skin in the outfit you were wearing, a black bikini top and some mini shorts that hugged your figure.

he sits next to you, lighting up a blunt and asking you what's wrong, eyes glued on the way your chest heaves with each hiccup as you try to calm down.

eren frowns when you tell him you found your boyfriend making out with the girl he told you not to worry about, practically fucking each other with their clothes on. he stays silent for a few seconds, baffled by the idea that someone would have the nerve to cheat on an attractive girl like you.

and he shares that thought as he passes you the blunt. you accept it with a light giggle, taking a puff and looking at him from head to toe. he was wearing a white tee and baggy jeans, his medium-length hair in a half ponytail with a few loose strands framing his sharp features. you notice how the silver of his chains highlighted the green in his eyes. he was undeniably attractive, and the way he stared at you made it clear that he found you cute too.

as you pass him the blunt back, eren asks you who your boyfriend was. his brows shoot up in disbilief when you tell him it was jean kirsten.

saying jean and eren weren't fond of each other would be an understatement. they despised each other. jean saw eren as an arrogant pot-head with no future beyond a life behind bars, while eren viewed jean as a stuck-up hypocrite—someone who talked trash behind his back but came crawling when he needed a fix. their animosity was deeply rooted in their mutual disdain.

the corners of his mouth twitch upward, and a sparkle of mischief dances in his eyes as he offers you a way to get back at jean. he's practically brimming with excitement at the thought of how furious that horse-faced idiot would get when he sees you with him. you don't know if it's the mix of alcohol and weed or eren's deliciously intoxicating aura, but you think it's a good plan—great even—so you agree.

next thing you know, you're down to your bikini, clinging onto eren's shoulders as you make out with him in the pool. his lips are soft and wet from the pool water, and his tongue—exploring posessively the inside of your mouth, tastes like raspberry vodka. your hand glides easily through his damp hair, grip tightening as he nips at your lower lip, his teeth sinking gently into the soft flesh. his fingers dig firmly into the sides of your hips, holding you tight against his firm torso.

you felt someone's gaze burning into you, so when you pull away from the kiss, you turn your head and meet with jean's eyes.

you wanted to laugh. he looked so furious even though the same girl he was making out with before was wrapped around him.

"what a fucking clown," eren muttered softly against your ear. "how could something like him bag someone like you?" there was a hint of something in his voice, but you couldn't manage to figure out what.

you answered him with another kiss. now that you knew jean was looking at you, you made sure to put on a show. your legs were now tangled around eren's waist, and your tongue danced with his, your lips making an erotic wet noise as you explored each other hungrily. you've never kissed jean like these, not in public at least.

a small, high-pitched giggle escaped your lips as he boldly moved down his hands to greedily grab your ass and guide you both towards the edge of the pool. all the while, his lips remained locked on yours, his kiss unbroken as he manouverd the both of you out of the water.

the cold air hit your body the moment it was out of the pool, sending a shiver down your spine and making you stay against eren's impossibly warm body. he looked down at you with a soft smile, tucking a loose hairstrand behind your ear.

or,

plug!eren yeager who has his hand firmly planted on the back of your head, pushing it into the matress, while he pounds into you. your clothes are now scattered around his bedroom along with his and the loud music blasting from the backyard couldn't muffle the wet sounds of your pussy swallowing his length.

"ahh, eren~" you whined, barely able to breath with the suffocating pressure of his hand and the rapid pace of his hips.

"yeah? you like that?" he said, and you could hear the smirk on his face. he took a long drag of his blunt, his thrusts slowing a bit, just to tease you. and when his lungs were full of the intoxicating smoke, he pulled you close to him by your hair. grabbing you by the cheeks with his other hand, he blew the smoke into your open mouth. "take it, baby," eren ordered.

you aspired as much as you could, already feeling lightheaded, then exhaled the smoke back into his face. eren smiled, proud, and gave you a wet kiss on the cheek. "that's it, baby, good girl." you moaned at his praise.

eren brings the blunt close to your lips, he didn't need to say anything as you took a drag from it. it was kinda difficult, since he was still pounding into you, so it took two tries to line the filter with your mouth.

"good. girl." groaned the brunette through gritted teeth, his lustful eyes almost completely black from his dilated pupils. it was now your turn to shotgun the smoke into his mouth, and of course he took it like a champ.

he puts the blunt away on a small tray next to you, which had rolling papers, filters and a lighter. it was your idea to take this to his bedroom after that panty-dropping kiss, but it was his idea to roll a blunt while he was buried deep inside your cunt. but goddammit if it wasn't hot.

you were used to having boring sex with jean. the missionary only kinda sex. you've always desired to be manhandled, for him to take you from behind, to slap you or to spank you. it never happenned though, and you didn't push it too much.

but now? oh boy.

eren was fucking you like a beast. the way he pounds his cock into your cervix, in contrast with the way he praises you like you are the prettiest girl he's ever been with? it was all driving you equally crazy and to your climax. you swear you started seeing stars.

"i'm gonna cum, babygirl, m'gonna fill up that tight little pussy, hm?" eren pants, sliding his hand through the curve of your arched back, back and forth, until it's resting against your ass cheek and leaves a hard slap there.

"erenn! please, fill me up," you whined, voice muffled by the matress. "fu-uuck, i'm gonna cum~"

"cum on my dick, princess, want you to cream my fucking cock like a good girl."

let's just say, jean had no way of winning you back now that you tried plug!eren yeager's cock.

[selunefae]

Pervert roommate!reiner who steals your panties | +18 MDNI

a/n: inspired by @threevowsdeep nsfw reiner headcanons.

Masterlist | Rules

Reiner didn’t mean to end up in this situation. 

He knows what he’s doing is wrong. Completely, irrevocably and utterly wrong.

And yet, with the thin piece of fabric just oh so close to his face, he can’t stop himself.

It all started this morning. Your laundry hamper had been sitting all week at the foot of your bed, overflowing with crumpled shirts and mismatched socks. When you heard Reiner walk past your room with his own laundry in his hands, you poked your head out, eyes still half-lidded from sleep, and gave him that look – the one you know he can’t resist.

“Heeey, Rei~,” you started, exaggeratedly batting your eyelashes with a big smile on your face.  “Can you take care of mine too? Just this once?”

And of course, he said yes.

Reiner always says yes to you.

You didn’t even wait for him to say something else. You just beamed, blew him a kiss, and disappeared back into your room, leaving your door cracked open and your scent lingering faintly in the air.

Now here he is, kneeling in front of the washer with all your clothes sprawled out on his feet. He only meant to sort your clothes to not mix colors and whites, nothing more.

But then he sees them. Plain as day just for him.

It was a gorgeous pair. White cotton, with a tiny pink bow in the front. And so fucking small in his hands.

Reiner’s brain just… shuts off. He picks them up like he’s in a trance, thick fingers brushing over the soft fabric until he notices the wet spot in the center. Millions of scenarios start flooding his mind. You wore these. You wore these, right against your pussy. Maybe slept in them and touched yourself through them, soaking the fabric with your juices, imagining his thick fingers thrusting in and out of you, working you open while you came.

“Fuck…” he mutters, jaw clenched tight, trying to swallow down the gasp rising in his throat.

He can already feel himself swelling in his pants, thick and aching just from the thought of the soft white cotton hugging your folds. The same ones he’s been dreaming about for weeks now.

Without even realizing it, he brings the panties closer. And the second he catches your scent, he gives in.

Sniff.

This is so fucking wrong. You’re just his roommate, you trust him, and he’s throwing that away because he can only think with his cock.

But the way your scent clings to the fabric… it only makes him harder.

Just a little more, he thinks, already palming his cock through his sweats, slow and heavy strokes that make his head tilt back with a groan. He pictures the face you’d make once he’s between your thighs, lips wrapped around your clit, tongue working you over you as your legs lock around his neck, drowning him with your juices.

Click.

The sound of the door opening jerks him back to reality.

In one quick motion, he stuffs your panties into one of his pockets and yanks his hoodie down to cover his bulge. He turns fast, facing the opposite wall just as the voice comes through the door.

He’ll save them for later.

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[amywritesthings]

Hi love!! Can I ask for some fluff with our man when we are still in bed, waking up and just talking about future? Like Levi's dream of owning a tea shop is so cute

i got you xo

window shopping.

pairing: levi ackerman x f!reader word count: 880 warnings: 18+ mdni, light oral sex (f!receiving), naked laying in bed, overall fluff and banter, set in the flackbacks and universe of silver underground. credit: divider by @saradika-graphics

"Nice to Mint You."

You're met with deep, disappointed silence.

"Jasmine-d to Meet You."

An unimpressed baritone groan rumbles against your cheek.

"...that really the best you got?"

It takes everything in you not to vibrate from your own amusement, knowing damn well that Levi's eyes must be glued to the back of his head from how hard he's rolling them in exasperation.

With pursed lips, you nuzzle your cheek back into the soft bare expanse of his chest. "...nice to... matcha—"

"Enough."

The dam breaks, and you're left bursting into quiet giggles when his strong hand pulls you closer to his body.

Easily you mold closer, gliding a palm along the flex of his abdomen until your arm has returned to its original place. Your fingers tickle the curve of his torso, barely brushing the white sheets below.

To think the two of you once lived a life where you couldn't spend the twilight hours of the day like this: in a proper bed with proper sheets and pillows; left to talk about nothing, nonsense, until the sun came up and you returned to his shadow.

Lieutenant and Captain.

"What?" you feign innocence, lifting your head to observe the miniscule scowl pinching his eyes to a narrow. "Every tea shop on the surface has a punny name."

"Not if they have a bit of damn self respect, they don't," he mumbles, still idly tracing circles into the flesh of your upper arm.

"I'm wounded."

"I'm sure you are." Caught red-handed in a lie; a grin stretches your mouth, causing his eyes to narrow further. "Brat."

"I'd rather be a brat than boring."

"Oh, yeah?" he challenges, voice still an octave lower from just waking up. "Is that what I am to you? Boring?"

"A real snooze."

You lie again, but you're persuaded otherwise when that hand on your arm snakes between flesh to tickle under your armpit. Immediately you jolt, trying to keep your voice down as you protest in panic.

"No! No, I'm kidding, don't, I'm sorry—"

"Shhh."

Levi pushes forward, landing in a position hovering above you. The arm that was once wrapped around your body now rises so his palm can cradle your face.

"So goddamn loud," he reprimands without heat. "You wanna wake up the rest of the shitheads?"

"As if they don't already know," you protest with a sigh, relaxing once you're certain he isn't about to launch an attack.

"They don't."

"Uh-huh."

For a moment, you stare. Focus, on the way his black fringe messily hangs over his stormy eyes. He's grown out his hair whether he'll admit it or not. You often find yourself wondering that it could look like longer.

"I'm losing you," he states, bringing you back to the present with him. "What's on your mind?"

You blink back into your body and really look into his eyes.

When you once dreamed about coming to the surface, you thought a thunderstorm would best these eyes. You've seen over a dozen storms at this point. None have ever compared.

"The fact that you don't wanna name your tea shop something cute."

"Who said I wanted to own one?"

"As if you wouldn't cream yourself at the idea of getting good, quality leaves to put the rest of the Walls to shame." Your brows slide high on your forehead. "Am I wrong?"

A pause settles.

His tongue clicks against the roof of his mouth.

"Tch. It's not gonna have a cute name."

"Then what do you wanna name it?"

Lifting your chin, the tip of your nose grazes his.

"Indulge me."

"Fine. Got one."

"Sure."

His legs slide under the thin sheet to hook around yours. You lift your hips and shift with him to accommodate the press of his body.

For the longest time he stares, studying you, before finally mumbling three words.

"...Humanity's Strongest Brew."

He must sense you're about to howl, because his hand leaps off of your cheek to press full against your mouth. And he's right to do it: you nearly betray your location by laughing outright, head tilted back.

"S'funny to you, huh?" he grunts.

"Mmm!"

Trying to speak, to tell him that you're good, you won't alert the neighboring scouts, you wave a hand in his face. His gaze narrows to slits before eventually letting up.

"I swear, James—"

"No!" you interrupt in a whisper, fighting demons to conceal your giggles. "No, it's amazing. I'm serious."

"Fuck off."

"I mean it, Levi! But — shit, if you thought my puns were bad—"

"I'm done talking," he decides, kissing between your breasts. "Gonna make you pay for laughing."

"Wait!"

He makes a point to crawl down your body, kissing a trail of sloppy kisses at the middle of your ribcage to your belly button.

"I promise you, it's a great name."

He answers by grabbing the edge of the sheet and ripping it over his head, disappearing under the fabric.

"Levi—"

When he hooks your left thigh over his shoulder and dives in to bury his face against your center, you gasp sharply and grab the pillow behind your head. He hums against your clit, satisfied by the silence.

"Not laughing so hard now, huh?"

Before you can answer, he dives back in to devour his breakfast.

[rissouu]

Can you do a story with plugony about him and his gf doing a drop off together because she begged to be there with him and one of his female clients start to flirt with her right in front of him and what his reaction would be ?

I. GOT. YOU. LET. ME. COOK.

you sat quietly in the passenger seat as ony went back and forth with some girl through the window. earlier, you had begged him to let you ride around with him to make drops and surprisingly he let you.

usually the overprotective man would say ‘no, i don’t want you around all `dat’ but he wanted to be in your presence right now, so fuck it.

you casually scrolled through your phone— not paying the two any mind. ony was a popular dealer so of course he’d have to deal with female clients as well, you didn’t mind it. but, they did get out of hand at times.

“c’mon bro you knew an eighth was gon’ be thirty, i been told you dat’.” ony was fed up with the annoying girl, she kept asking for him to lower the price. which he wasn’t going to since he let her know how much it was before hand, and she was okay with it.

now she was fucking with his time and his money, shit he never took lightly.

“onyyy don’t be like that.. maybe i can repay you in other ways?” she took one glance at you and cockily smiled, she knew what she was doing. her hands slipped through the car window in an attempt to touch his chest.. but before she could even do so the man slapped her hand away.

“oh this bitch got me-“ you leaned up from your seat—already preparing to whip some ass. evidently you didn’t want to cause ony to lose any clients but, oh fucking well. you weren’t going to let her disrespect you without retaliating, period.

as soon as you reached for the door ony locked it, placing his hand on your thigh in an attempt to cool you down.

“no ony cause she need her ass beat, ion know why she playing wit’ me!” one stern look and a rough squeeze to your thigh was all it took for you to hush. you were still heated of course but it wasn’t worth making your man upset, he didn’t like you fighting at all. you were too pretty for it, honestly.

“i got it mama, let daddy handle it. ight?” you reluctantly nodded before sitting back in your comfortable position. because if your man said he’d handle it, then he would.

ony chuckled lowly while grabbing his gun from the glove compartment, sitting it on the dashboard so that the girl would see it.

“you see my girl sitting right here dawg.. fuck is you playin’ for?” the girl watched him with nothing but pure fear in her eyes as he slowly picked up the gun— aiming it to her head.

“you played wit’ my time.. my money.. and my girl,” ony grinned before nodding his head towards you which took her attention off of him and onto you..

“ain’t she pretty?” instead of answering verbally the girl decided on a simple nod, and you couldn’t tell if she was being genuine or just scared for her life.

“fuck wit’ her again and you dead, now gimmie my thirty broke ass girl”

[lolitakirstein]

Sleepy men

How the men of Aot sleep/cuddle and what they wear

Ft: Eren Levi Jean Reiner

Cw: nothing really, fluff? Hint of smuttiness. 

EREN: He’s a restless sleeper. Constantly tossing and turning. Mumbling. Slinging his arms over and around you when he rolls over to curl up next to you, mushing his face into the crook of your neck and kissing it. He generally just wears his boxers, nothing fancy. “I sleep hot,” he admits. And good god yes the guy is a FURNACE, you sometimes have to push away from him during the night because he gets so warm. “Get back here” he’ll whines, reaching blindly for your body across the bed. “You’re burning me up!” you say, putting space between you and his hot body. He’ll groan and then throw the covers off of you, exposing you to the cold room. He smirks as you yelp at the cool air and immediately curl back up into him.  The heat DOES pay off in the winter because you sneak your cold feet onto his back. “Goddamn, get those ice cubes off of me!” he mumbles sleepily into the pillow. “But your sooooo warm,” you giggle. 

Levi: He sleeps like a Victorian child struck down with the plague. On his back, hands across his chest like he’s in a casket. He doesn’t move once during the night. “I don’t want to mess up the bed that much,” he says. He wears luxury silk pajamas with his initials on them. It was difficult when you first started sleeping together, you didn’t know if he was a cuddler or not so you just laid on your side next to him for the first few stays over. However, you got brave enough and ask “Do you like to cuddle?” He takes a beat before answering, “Its been awhile since i’ve done such activities but i’m not opposed to it.” You take that as a go-ahead and wrap up against his side, his arm curls around your shoulder, gently stroking your bare arm. “Is this ok?” you ask. He sighs, “Actually this is perfect.” He loves having the weight of you on top of him, sometimes your legs thrown over his. Even when you turn away in your sleep, he will reach a hand to keep on you, just a reminder that you are there with him. 

JEAN: This man is a fucking BED HOG! No matter how big the bed is, they cant contain his tall frame and long legs. He sleeps in a band tshirt and basketball shorts. He will let you wear one of his tshirts to bed as well. He’s a blanket snob too, always stealing them from around you. “Jean I’m cold!,” you pout, trying to tug the covers from around him. He’ll laugh at your pathetic whining and pull you to where you are both on your sides facing each other. His long legs tangling with yours. “Better,” he’ll ask, kissing your nose. “Much” you mumble into his chest, inhaling his scent. When you have a nightmare and are fretting around in your sleep, he will wrap his lean arms around you, kissing your sweat-damp head trying to soothe you. “Hey i’m here, its ok.” he’ll murmur. He easily relaxes you back to sleep. 

REINER: He sleeps in flannel pants and shirtless AND he is a CUDDLER!!!! From the moment your ass hits the mattress he is dragging you close to his body. He loves spooning, the feel of your naked back against his bare chest and the smell of your clean hair is like a sedative to him. “God you smell so good,” he says into your neck. He’s always struggled falling asleep, but once you started spending the nights, he was finally able to get the best sleep he’s ever got. He loves it when you spoon him, draping your tiny body over his muscular back, sometimes tracing your fingers up and down his back and kissing the nape of his neck as you both drift off. When you sleep on your back he lays on his side to face you and wraps his arm over your torso, legs intertwined. He loves watching you sleep, and how peaceful you look. It makes him feel so incredibly lucky. You always wake up to him stealing kisses on your neck or chest or even between your legs. He is ALSO ravenous in the morning. 

[ramonathinks]

AITA for telling my best friend the only want for me to forgive him after i found him smelling my underwear is by eating me out? — REINER BRAUN

note: i couldn’t think of a title ?? lol so i might change it at some point idk but since @honeybleed wanted me to post what i sent in the gc 🙄🙄❤️ & for my pookie @pinkmirth because reiner is her man

content warning: (18+, no minors, no blank accounts) oral fixation, oral (f), panty sniffing, male masturbation, reiner is a bit touch starved orrr whatever

reiner made it a habit to lay his head on your lap. it wasn’t something he did when he was particularly moody but it was just something he needed every once in a while. he’d lay there with his eyes closed and you’d stroke his face and rub his scalp, occasionally he’d ask for a “friendly” kiss to his forehead, and that would be it. he needed that comfort; craved it. leaned into your touch and inhaled deeply. with how close he was, he always caught a whiff of what was between your legs. he didn’t mind it; he wanted more than just the scent of it, he wanted to be coated in it. sometimes when you were deep into your phone or whatever movie was playing, he’d slide his face just a tad bit closer to your cunt and do a quiet inhale. he’d do anything in his power to not get hard, fighting his thoughts and fighting the smell. he could just chalk it up to morning wood or something, he knew that.

reiner also knew that he shouldn’t be doing what he’s planning right now. you were only friends, best friends, and best friends didn’t do this to their best friends. but he couldn’t help his self. you always smelled so good and your panties were so cute. frilly pink and a cute little bow on the top; they were sitting on your washing machine and he was counting the seconds until he heard your shower turn on. he gulped, picking them up and holding them in his hand. one sniff wouldn’t hurt would it? he pressed his nose deep into the pink cloth and groaned out: “fuck,” he inhaled again, feeling his pants tighten.

as cock grew harder, he pushed the panties harder into his nose — the smell overwhelming his senses. pulling his pants down, he bites his lips. “wish i could just…fuck, wanna have you to myself.” he swallows, pulling his boxers down. the cool air making him hiss as he wraps his hand around his throbbing cock and jerks himself a bit. with sticky coated fingers, he does one last sniff before he wraps the panties around his cock. sliding them up and down on his leaky cock. “ah fuck, that’s it.” he squeezes his eyes shut. “that’s it, that’s it.”

“reiner, what are you-“ you gasp. eyes wide. he’s quick to put his cock up, but he knew you already saw it.

“it’s not what you think.”

“it’s not what i think? you were… jerking off with my panties rei and it isn’t what i think?”

he gulps, “i just… i can’t explain myself.” he sighs, finally allowing himself to put the panties down. “you just always smell so good and i couldn’t help myself.”

“so you’re a pervert?”

he grimaces but hangs his head low, “yeah..? just… i don’t want this to ruin our friendship, i never thought i’d get to this point and i just… please forgive me.” he pleads, finally looking your way.

“i don’t know rei…” but your clit was throbbing, a new rhythm all on its own. you pushed your thighs apart in an effort to clear your mind. but reiner was always handsome, too handsome for his own good.

you couldn’t lie and say that you didn’t have a tiny crush on him, he was always snuggling into you, spending the night and he had always been there for you. he treated you better than all the men in your life. maybe you should forgive him.

maybe if he…

it was your turn to swallow gulp and turn your head away, “i could forgive you…if you…” his eyes big as he awaits your answer. you were too embarrassed to even say it. “eat me out.”

you could see the way his cock twitched in his pants. “you’re…sure? i mean…” he thought about it time and time before but never did he think you’d ever want him to do that to you.

“nevermind—“

“no. no. it just caught me off guard.” he moves closer to you and takes your hand. “i want to.”

you were fresh out of the shower and the soapy smell on your skin was embedded. but when you spread yourself, he was salivating.

pretty and pink insides with wetness sticking your lips together. the more you spread yourself the more the strings of wetness broke apart. he groaned, “fuck, so pretty.” the smell overwhelming him, he loved it.

this was better than the panties.

he met your eyes before he did a small taste, licking a long stripe up and down your folds. your back arched a bit and he smiled.

he slurps and digs his face in, wetness on his tongue as he spreads your thighs apart even more. opening his mouth, he presses deep sucks into your slit — tongue exploring the center of your sweet creamy center before he works his way up.

he lays his tongue on your clit and sucks. he sucks once and groans, he sucks twice and then he opens his mouth wider — trying to lick at your slit and suck on your clit at the same time. “can’t get enough of you.”

he pulled back, letting your clit go before diving back in and swirling his tongue all over your swollen bud. you’re whining and thrusting your pussy more into his face. rolling your hips into his face, he lays his tongue down flat, small licks all around, watching your body flinch with every tiny touch of his tongue.

“don’t stop—!” your toes curl.

but he wasn’t planning on it.

[the-traveling-poet]

House-Husband’s Love

When life becomes too overwhelming, maybe even simultaneously underwhelming at times, sometimes you just need a break. Just a day off to lay around and do nothing; give your brain a chance to calm down and reset. With Levi as your partner, you can bet he would be the one to ensure you got your breaks. And some attention, of course.

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x gn!Reader (relationship isn’t specified, so imagine how you prefer!)

Warnings: SFW, hurt-to-comfort kinda, themes of depression/disassociation/sensory overload, fluff ending

A/N: Needing some modern!househusband!Levi rn cause I’m nearing my breaking point again and needed to write some brain rot to completely disassociate again. I guess also to distract myself from writing my fics? I dunno man.

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It must have been one of those days; where everything felt off-balance. Levi always saw. He could tell by just a glance your way the morning before.

Another day of feeling as though every sight before you became dull and muted in appearance. Unnoticeable, nearly, while you disassociated. And yet somehow, all at once, the more noticeable everything became, making you paranoid and panicked.

He could figure out your tell-tale signs well enough by now, from his own curious observations over time. Occasionally, after some time of letting you sort it out yourself, he’d talked it over once or twice with you. He’d asked you how exactly you felt on days like these; days where your eyes stayed wide and brows raised in an expression of alertness, even as your jaw clenched and hands shook, your eyes glazed over as you kept yourself in near constant motion. He knew the signs, and what they meant.

You were spiraling again. Sensory overload, dissociation…He hadn’t seen it so bad in you before.

Always moving, always forcing yourself to focus no matter how shallow it made your breath...He hated seeing you in such a state, when you wanted to focus on anything but your own thoughts.

Sometimes these moments lasted a few hours, sometimes even just one. But often, they progressed into days of forced hyper focus and constant activity to draw yourself away from your own mind, busying it with tasks and work.

But this time…this time, it had been weeks.

It hurt him to see you so stressed, no matter the situation.

And so, one such morning, following another rough night, he took the liberty of disengaging your alarm for the morning. The simple press of a button, he hoped, would keep you asleep for just a tad longer. Your mind needed the rest of a couple more hours, he reasoned.

After only a second’s hesitation in which he still held your phone, he also sent a quick email to your employer; some excuse about being unwell enough to not clock in today, and warning about a possible similar hinderance for the following day.

'If you need more information, feel free to message my emergency contact, as he's looking after me today while I recover.'

He sent the email, slightly smirking to himself as he turned your phone off and set it back onto the nightstand.

He would handle it for you, as much as he could.

Pulling the covers up over your shoulder, Levi slid out of the bed soundlessly.

With you still soundly asleep, he went about tidying up what he could around the apartment, keeping any noise to a minimum to ensure you stayed asleep.

'A clean space helps clear the mind,' he'd always believed, and as such he wanted to provide you with such a fresh start today. Whenever you chose to wake up, that is. He wouldn’t enforce it today.

It wasn't until late morning he heard movement from the bedroom, your weight shifting over the creaking bed as you stumbled out in a panic moments later.

"My alarm, I must not have set it-" You'd started, obviously anxious as you raced to throw on a new top and a pair of jeans.

Before you could get to slip anything off, Levi’s hand found your shoulder, softly holding you in place.

"Don't worry about it, love. You have today off. Maybe even tomorrow, unless I get a call."

He mumbled, gently taking a jacket from your shaking hands.

You stared up at him blankly for a moment, completely in disbelief.

"...It's Wednesday. I work a 9-5, babe...I'm not off today; it's not a holiday." You tried to protest weakly, but once again were silenced by a slender finger against your lips.

"I know. I called off for you, though. Besides, the shift started three hours ago, so there's no need to bother going in now. Just take a seat, breakfast is half done."

Still regarding him in complete bewilderment, you hesitantly took a seat on the couch and watched him meander back towards the kitchen, returning his attention back to the stove. It was only then you noticed the array of pans neatly set on the hot surface, and the toaster on the counter already slotted with bread. The smell of frying foods wafting over to you, causing your stomach to protest weakly.

When was the last time you’d focused on a full meal, instead of eating a few small bites here and there throughout the day?

It wasn't long until he'd plated the meal, and brought you a plate with a cup of tea to pair it. Once you were settled in with your plate and utensils, he sat down on the couch beside you with his one of his own. He'd never been fond of eating on the couch, you knew, so this must be a 'special occasion' of sorts.

"...Why?" You eventually mumbled between bites of toast and sips of tea, digging in the moment he’d sat.

He swallowed the bite of scrambled eggs from his own plate before answering, a napkin already in hand to wipe away any invisible cooking greased from his lips.

"You're stressed out, baby. I've seen it for several days now. Relaxing evenings after work weren't doing it, so I wanted to give you a full day's worth, instead."

"...I'm fine. Life is just rough sometimes-"

You'd started, setting down your mug to weakly protest his concerns; but he easily held a hand over your wrist, lowering the warm beverage from your lips.

"Then isn't it my job to try and make life a little less strenuous? One day off won't kill you, and won't impact the income too greatly. We can manage; but your mental health can’t, not like this.”

He sighed, setting your mug down onto the coffee table for you.

“Just relax, yeah? Relax, and let me handle today for you. It’s the least I can do, for all that you always do.”

Huffing quietly in muted amusement, you smiled his way, eyes welling with unshed tears. Tears of silent relief.

“…I haven’t had a work day off in ages, maybe months. Two days a week are nice, but…”

“…But not enough sometimes. I know sweetheart. I know. I can see it in you. So just relax today. We don’t have to be productive every day.” Levi reassured softly, keeping his hand around yours.

“Hell, I’ll bully your boss into giving you another day off-“

“Levi I need this job, you can’t,” you giggled, leaning against his side and curling up onto the couch.

“…But thank you, my love. I think I needed this,” you finished in a whisper, briefly closing your eyes.

“I know you did.” Levi stated calmly, running his free hand’s fingers through your hair.

“Just rest…I’ve got everything else. I’ll deal with it for you.”

(A/N: I’m a whore for the idea of Levi calling us ‘baby’ or ‘sweetheart’ leave me alONE-)

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[jeanbie]

firefighter eren! knowing that you love his uniform and when he comes home wearing it… ⊹˚. ♡

he only figured it out on accident — he will reluctantly admit that he overheard you in the kitchen with your friend on one of the days he came home early from the station, his heart almost falling out of his chest when he heard you tell them how much the uniform did it for you.

and after that, all he can think about is the right time and the perfect excuse to use it against you.

eren comes home a few weeks later, sweaty and slightly sooty from a long and productive day. by now, he’s come to acknowledge that the look in your eyes isn’t longing because you missed him, but instead a certain craving for him when he’s got his yellow overalls hanging around his waist, the bright red suspenders over his black tee, hair in a disheveled pony in a horrible effort to keep the hairs off his face, and he finds with delight and amusement that he doesn’t have to do very much at all to get you practically on your knees begging for him.

“who knew you were this easy, huh?” 

your ankles are up by eren’s ears as he pounds into you, hands over your thighs, the boyish and amused grin widening on his face as he watches you whimper and feels you clench around him.

“my pretty baby all fired up cause of my uniform?” the fabric of his trousers brush against you as he pushes in and out, his grip tightening as you take all of his length with a helpless, embarrassed moan. all he can do is snigger to himself — he has you right where he wants you, and coincidentally, he’s exactly where you wanted him.

you watch him bow his body over yours, his hands dropping from your thighs to your waist as he adjusts himself and gets comfortable.

just seeing the bridge of his nose crinkle as he sinks himself into you, his green eyes glinting in the light of the kitchen where he decided to fold you over the counter a few minutes after getting home — you can’t decide if its your boyfriend himself making you feel so flushed and tingly or if its the added feature of his uniform, the idea of fucking the fireman everybody has a crush on but only you can have...

[jeankirstein4ever]

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Trainer!Mikasa who always brings you extra snacks and fun flavored waters to your sessions.

Trainer!Mikasa who always lets you go at your own pace but knows you can do just one more set for her, and after that she'll give you an extra long break, she promises.

Trainer!Mikasa that adores your newest pink workout set, and the way it hugs your figure - she’d never understand why you’d even bother working out this much.

Trainer!Mikasa who helps ‘correct’ your form when she knows there's nothing wrong with it just to touch you.

Trainer!Mikasa who stays late with you to run drills, when your session should've ended hours ago, she’s too enamored watching the sweat move across your chest.

Trainer!Mikasa who gets you pinned under her, your wrist down on the matt, chest heaving as sweat pools at the apex of your cleavage.

Trainer!Mikasa who drags her hands to your hips, kneeling on your thighs to keep you still while she pulls your tight elastic shorts off.

Trainer!Mikasa who practically melts at how wet you are, “poor dumb girl, bet you love knowing every ones starring at your ass in these, don't you?” she starts to trace her fingers up and down your cunt, thumb flicking the bud of anticipating nerves.

Trainer!Mikasa that loses all patience and shoves her digits as deep in you as she can, her own hips begging for contact at the sensation of you squeezing her, “poor baby, your fingers haven't been enough for you, have they? Needed to feel something a bit stronger, huh baby? C’mon baby, say it for me.”

Trainer!Mikasa that hits the spongey parts of your walls just perfectly with her fingers, drooling at the frothy whiteness forming where her fingers and your pussy meet, “Doing so good baby, give me just one more…”

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[inside-levis-pocket]

Imagine holding a freshly showered Levi in bed, his head is nestled under your chin and his towel-dry hair is almost in your face. His skin is still moisturized from the lotion that you recommended and is radiating warmth. When you breathe in you smell your shampoo and conditioner.

Huh.

“Hey Levi?” you ask.

“Hm…?” his hum of a reply is drowsy from the cuddling.

“Did you use my shampoo?” you chuckle out.

“… Yea…? Why…?” your sudden question had confused him; he didn’t know how to reply to this. Was he not supposed to use your soaps? I mean, you recommend him various moisturizers and body scrubs that you use before, so he figured that there was nothing wrong with it.

“Nothing, it’s just that I can smell it,”

“Oh…” that put him a little at ease you suppose.

“No wonder your hair looks extra soft, you should keep using it, it smells good on you,” and to solidify your point your hand started to gently play with his hair and scratch his scalp.

Levi chucked at this. “Will do.”

Seems like he isn’t the only one who is particular over what cleaning supplies and soaps are used.

[sabokunsmalia]

𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘; eren yeager featuring: eren yeager x fem! scout reader content: eren introduces you to his group of friends, but can't keep his hands to himself. content warning: semi-public masturbation, fingering hi it's malia: oh oh, those aot guys have a good grip on me.

When you agreed to this little gathering, you actually thought it would be a small one. Instead of inviting his two best friends, Eren decided it was time to meet the entirety of the group. Two turned into ten. The table at the small fast food restaurant was filled with the friends, talking away about their day and how they plan to spend the weekend. None had very specific questions for you, they only were curious about what you looked like, and if Eren treated you good enough.

For the past ten minutes, he did not fail to impress them, how kind he was to you. Sharing his drink with you because you wanted to taste the liquid mixture, or even placing those soft, featherlight kisses against your temple. It was adorable. It was a situation they have never seen Eren in. Sure, he dated Mikasa, but the black-haired female was into way more hardcore parts of life than you.

What none of them saw, was Eren's little devilish play underneath the surface of the table. A hand placed on your thigh, using his fingertips to spread your legs apart for him. The dress, you decided to wear earlier on, turned out to be your worst mistake. Eren already head a plan as soon as he saw the height of the table.

"Open up for me," The words were formed with his mouth, not speaking a sylabelle but you knew exactly what he wanted from you. Eren was just the kind of guy, who couldn't keep his hands to himself, and always loved the risk of such situations.

How embarrassing it could be, if his friends found out what was happening underneath the table while they sat around, and held a simple conversation. While Eren smiled at them, his calloused fingertips drew lazy circles over your hardened nub. Whimpers and whines swallowed by the clenched fist in front of your mouth, which offered your chin a place to rest. It was always the same with him, it was not the first time, Eren decided that waiting until their arrival at home was not an option.

"How long have you been together? I don't remember Eren telling us," Sasha clapped her empty hands together, the piece of meat in her mouth not completely chewed as she smiled. It was a normal moment, no one bothered how much she ate or how she combined eating and talking. It was Sasha, it was normal for her.

"Oh, it's been -" Your answer, infiltrated by sweet happiness, was interrupted by a deep breath. The conversations around the table ended abruptly as their caring stares landed on Eren and you. That little bastard, you thought, clenching your thighs together and squeezing your boyfrend's single finger.

While attempting to uphold a common conversation with one of his friends, Eren used the distraction simply to mess further with you, and your body. A long, slender finger gathered the wetness between your puffy folds and entered your sweet pussy without a warning. "Are you okay?" Armin worriedly piped up fron the side, his caring gaze switching between Eren's calm face and your furrowed eyebrows. You nodded your head as an answer, inhaling a deep breath to calm down your nerves.

Eren ran a hand through the front part of his hair, brushing the strands of chestnut hair out of his face and back behind his hair. He watched with hooded eyes, how you attempted to save the situation from being caught in the act.

"I don't think Eren's little experiment drink was good for me," You spoke up, forcing yourself to giggle lightly at your own words. The worry disappeared from several faces, while Mikasa's lingering glare made it difficult to focus. After all, the clenching of your thighs only animated Eren to fight more to receive what he wanted.

His long finger slowly moved, in and out only a bit but curling when his knuckles touched your folds. "Nothing for the weak stomach," Connie added from the other side, taking another gulp of his glass. Nodding your head again, you agreed before turning back to Sasha to answer her question from earlier. "Barely over a year,"

"Oh, that's longer than we imagined," Hange laughed loudly, patting Levi's back multiple times with her flat hand. Oh, the stoic man truly hated the touch of someone, holding the cup in his very own special grip while raising the hot tea towards his mouth. "Don't think about it, Levi's a little special," Eren informed from the side, nodding his head towards the black-haired with the tired gaze.

"Hm," You added, leaning further forward and spreading your legs for Eren underneath the table. After all, his knuckles rubbing against the insides of your thighs wasn't necessarily good for your skin, and the confident male beside you, would not accept a decline from your side.

So, you let him play his little familiar game with you, and your pussy. A second finger added, Eren switched between a calm or harsh pace to not draw any attention on the two of you, or the activity happening. By the time, the food plates decorated the table, the sweat gathered on your temples.

Eren wasn't going very easy on you this time, as if he wanted his friends to notice that he couldn't keep his hands off of you. Calloused thumb massaged your clit in circular motions, slipping from left to right with all the arousal that gathered between your thighs.

Oh, he was having so much fun.

Elbow propped up on the table, jaw placed in his unoccupied hand while smirking so confidently. Listening to conversations going on, Eren started eating, while having his finger still buried so deeply inside of his favourite warm place.

You were in for a long night, the sneaky glances coming from Eren already said so much. But therefore, he was in for a sweet punishment, once the safety of his apartment was reached. Plans started to unfold in the back of your mind, and a smirk, almost as equally mischievious as his, spread across your face.

[youre-ackermine]

⋆⁺₊❅. Celebration ⋆⁺₊❅.

❅ Prompt 06 "Office Holiday party"

❅ Characters Levi x Fem!reader - Erwin

❅ Content Modern AU / Coworkers / Making out / Suggestive

❅ Warning Suggestive / MDNI 18+

❅Wordcount 1765 approx.

❅ Requested by @sixpennydame

The holiday cheer hit you the moment you stepped into the room, and you let the feeling sink in and slowly dissolve the stress of the past months. Tonight marked the start of a short holiday break, and you felt thankful at the thought of a few quiet days of well-deserved rest.

The open-plan office looked entirely different tonight, removed from its usual bustling atmosphere. The fairy lights adorning the tall, glittering tree beside you twinkled softly in shades of gold and red. Desks had been repositioned along the walls and draped in festive cloths to display an assortment of drinks, colourful punch bowls, bottles of champagne set in silver ice buckets and sparkling glasses, next to trays of festive finger foods and delicacies.

Part of the room had been left clear to serve as a dance floor later on. Garlands and fairy lights decorated the walls and oversized, shimmering ornaments hung from the ceiling. A collection of festive paper bags were nicely arranged under the tree, complimentary gifts from the CEO, to show his appreciation for the staff’s dedication.

While your colleagues were captivated by Erwin’s deep, powerful voice, your gaze drifted across the room, drawn to Levi who stood beside him. His expression was unreadable, but you couldn’t help but appreciate the poised and elegant way he carried himself.

You had been working together for months, and while your first impression of him had been rather off-putting, your admiration had grown over project discussions and late-night brainstorming sessions.

Now, as Erwin started to praise Levi's leadership, you drank in the sharp angles of his face, the shiny ink of his hair, the smooth curve of his lips. And when Levi glanced briefly in your direction, your pulse quickened, your focus narrowing to the intensity of his gaze before he turned away.

"Our financial team, under Levi's steady leadership, has been the backbone of our stability throughout a challenging year."

With a smile, Erwin slightly turned to his righthand standing by his side. Arms crossed over his chest, Levi gave him a curt nod.

"And last -but not least- I would like to highlight the remarkable efforts of our Marketing Department," Erwin added. "Your creativity and hard work have driven this company towards success. And," the CEO raised his glass of champagne in your direction, "a special thanks to you for leading the charge."

A ripple of applause filled the room and you felt a flush rise to your cheeks after your boss’s praise. As soon as Erwin had wrapped up his speech, your team gathered around you, leading you to the buffet in a cheerful whirlwind.

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The holiday party soon was in full swing, the open-plan office filled with chatter and the faint hum of festive music. You stood near the punch bowl now, pretending to focus on your drink while sneaking glances at Levi.

Tonight, in his perfectly tailored suit, a discreet holiday-red handkerchief that matched his tie peeking out of his breast pocket, he looked devastatingly handsome.

Your heart hammered as you caught him looking straight back at you and you took a sip of your overly sweet drink to hide your sudden blush.

For months of exhausting deadlines and endless meetings, your teams had worked side by side to achieve the company's goals.

Levi's manners were blunt, yes, but working long hours with him had revealed layers of dedication, intelligence, and even dry humour hidden beneath the surface.

Somewhere along the way, you had found yourself admiring him.

Well, not so much admiring him as crushing on him.

Looking deliberately at the fairy lights twinkling along the walls to distract yourself from the flustering thought, you took another sip of your punch.

"Not drinking the spiked one?" Levi’s voice startled you.

He had appeared at your side, holding a glass of what looked like water.

You swallowed hard, trying to muster the courage to reply something. Anything.

"I…I didn't want to…lose focus."

He raised an eyebrow. "It’s a party, no need to be so serious."

"Says the one who's drinking water," you shot back before you could stop yourself.

He glanced down at the glass in his hands and chuckled.

"Guess I’m not one for parties."

"But, you're here though," you remarked.

He paused for a brief moment, his gaze flicking around the room as if weighing his answer, before stopping on the CEO.

"Well, as usual, Erwin guilt-tripped me. Told me it'd be good to celebrate the team's hard work."

He turned his attention back to you.

"I admit he was right. Your department really did a good job."

The praise caught you off guard.

"Thanks. But it wasn't just us… Your team has been incredible too. And you…"

You hesitated, feeling a warm flush creep up your neck.

"You’re an amazing leader, Levi."

His expression softened, almost imperceptibly, but enough to catch your attention.

"You're not too bad yourself."

Silence settled between you for a while as you both sipped your drinks. Levi's gaze shifted to the improvised dance floor, where a handful of coworkers were already swaying to the music.

"I’m sure Erwin would love to see you dance," you teased.

Levi snorted. "Not happening."

Feeling a surge of boldness, you nudged his arm. "What if I asked you to dance with me?"

He turned his head slightly towards you, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "You’d want to dance with me?"

The question lingered in the air, and your heart raced.

For a moment, you thought you had overstepped, but then Levi set his glass down on the table and held out a hand. "Come on, then."

You stared at him, bewildered. "Wait, seriously?"

He quirked an eyebrow. "Don’t make me say it twice."

You hesitated only a second before slipping your hand into his. His grip was firm and warm as he led you to the dance floor. The music had shifted to a slower melody, and Levi turned to face you, his other hand settling at your waist.

"I’m not good at this, you’ve been warned," he deadpanned.

"You’re doing fine so far," you replied in a soft voice, trying to calm the butterflies fluttering in your chest.

The soft glow of the twinkling lights illuminated his features, sharpening the angles of his face yet softening his gaze.

Your heart raced as you realized how close you were, close enough to catch the faint scent of his cologne, to see the flicker in his eyes as they darted between yours and your lips.

"Levi," you whispered.

"Yes?" His voice was soft.

"Thank you. For this. For everything."

The grip of his hand tightened slightly on your waist.

He averted his gaze and clicked his tongue, visibly flustered. "Don’t have to thank me."

But you wanted to, in more ways than one.

Gathering your courage, you leaned in and pressed a tentative kiss to his cheek.

You felt Levi's body stiffen, his eyes widening for a split second before his expression softened.

"That was…unexpected," he said, his tone almost teasing.

"Oh… I’m… I’m sorry!" You stuttered, suddenly ashamed of your boldness.

Instead of answering, Levi leaned in. His lips brushed against yours in a brief, soft kiss that instantly made you weak in the knees.

When he pulled back, a faint smirk played at the corner of his mouth.

"Let’s go celebrate somewhere else, over dinner maybe?"

You were so dizzy after the kiss that you could only nod.

One hand at the small of your back, he motioned towards the exit.

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"Gotta grab my coat in my office first," he said when you got out of the room, the echo of the party turning to a blur behind you.

After months of pining for him, you couldn't believe that, at this very moment, his warm, smooth hand was lightly squeezing yours as you walked down the hallway.

Your mind still in a daze, you cast tentative glances at him. His sharp jaw, his shiny hair, the delicate shape of his nose, every part of him was attractive.

A sudden rush of warmth spread through your body at the sight and Levi caught you smiling to yourself.

"What with the smile?" He asked, his expression faintly amused.

"Hmm… Nothing."

His brow furrowed and you chuckled awkwardly.

"Really."

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All awkwardness left you the second his office door clicked shut behind you.

In the blink of an eye, you found yourself held tight in his arms, your own arms wrapping around his neck as your lips met in a fervent kiss. Levi's hands glided all over your back, sending shivers across your skin. The feel of his mouth on yours was everything you had dreamed of and you let out a soft sigh when his tongue slid between your parted lips.

You had never felt anything like this before, you didn't even know a kiss could be so otherworldly. Your heart raced as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss and you melted into his embrace, revelling in the heat of his mouth and the minty taste of his tongue.

Your fingers found their way through his hair, grazing his undercut, tangling in the soft locks to finally grip them and draw him impossibly closer. The sensation was overwhelming, warmth spreading through your whole body like a tidal wave.

Eyes shut and head spinning, you slightly pulled apart to take in a sharp breath, but Levi’s mouth didn’t leave your skin, trailing kisses up your neck, along your jaw.

His hot breath tickled your ear when he whispered your name.

"Been wanting to do this for so long…" His voice was like honey to your ears and stirred a ravenous need in your core.Your mind was so clouded that you could only utter a lewd moan in response.

"Fu-uh- I… I don’t think I can make it to the restaurant," he panted.

"Oooh…go-od…Levi… Me…me neither," you managed to stutter as his teeth grazed the sensitive skin of your neck.

"You sure you wanna do this?" His husky voice couldn't be more alluring.

You didn’t even think twice and didn't stutter either this time. "Never been so sure of anything else before."

That was all Levi needed to hear.

He leaned in to press his lips against yours again and locked the door behind you.

His hands slid up your thighs to cup your ass, and, with a swift movement, he hoisted you up as if you weighed nothing.

Your tongue in his mouth and your legs around his waist, you gripped his broad shoulders to keep your balance as he carried you to his desk.

❅ A/N Not beta or proof read / English is not my usual language

❅ All graphics by me

❅ ❤︎ REBLOGS APPRECIATED ❤︎ ❅

Holiday drabbles Masterlist

[amywritesthings]

Hi! Hi! Hi! It’s the Floch friend again. I missed Levi and SU reader so much!!! They live rent free in the back of my head and I always miss them, I don know how you do it. I’ve already said a million times how I love your writing, but it always scratches the right part of my brain and I can’t stop rereading everything.

As for the Hallosleepover, I have a couple of prompts, you can choose either of them (or none, if you don’t feel like it). For Levi x SUreader - their first fall on the surface, and for Levi x P4reader - “when they instinctively put a protective arm out to protect the other when an actor tries to jump out and scare them” (a prompt from the second list).

Hope you had a nice week ❤️

hallo-sleepover '24! / accepting.

floch friend, hello my love! gosh you are always so lovely, i swear. you are the best. i would be delighted to give you a lil First Fall for our fearless duo

first fall.

pairing: levi ackerman x f!reader word count: 860 tags: big fluff vibes, changing of the season, mentions of the underground city, set in the flackbacks and universe of silver underground. credit: dividers by @saradika-graphics

Colors.

The trees change colors on the surface.

Levi’s busy fixing his carat in the freshly-cleaned mirror in the corner of the room while you button your ivory pants. Now that you’ve both been on the surface — him for four months, you for two — you’ve settled into a new routine similar to the one you abandoned below the surface.

After living a lifetime there, you’re both used to working in pure darkness. It gives you precious time to be in one another’s presence before you have to slip back across the hallway and into your quarters to pretend yet another day.

The day is still young; dawn fast approaches from its kiss goodnight.

As the sun creeps across the horizon, your eyes see the flutter outside Levi’s open window. 

Your chin turns to observe absently, but then the world stops.

Leaves.

Red leaves.

(It’s almost the start of autumn, Petra had told you at dinner not long ago. A new season. It’s beautiful this time of year.)

“James?” you hear from the side; Levi’s voice, gruff from the morning still.

Dropping your leather leg straps to the floor, you abandon dressing in proper attire for a chance to sprint out of his captain’s quarters towards the front door of headquarters. 

The wooden door slams against stone, reverberating down the hallway. 

The sound may wake up half of the squad from their slumber. 

You don’t care.

Ever since the two of you managed to survive the underground with bared teeth and taut fists, it’s been tough to simply be. The Survey Corps are by no means gentle — people die just as often as those who were once your neighbors — but the surface dwellers have no idea of the luxuries they take for granted.

Down there, the gentle caress of the breeze does not exist. Down there, warmth can only be found in another body and not the sky.

There are no trees, no trunks, no leaves. There are no changing skies.

But up here?

Everything lives and dies and lives again. Everything has an order, turning brilliant colors in the blink of an eye. Slowly the humid summer air flutters into a crisp chill. 

The start of autumn.

Boots skid against the floor as you rush towards the front entrance. You scoot through a sliver of an opening to find yourself outdoors — surrounded by a sea of brilliant vibrance. The trees that were once a staunch green have now faded into a cacophony of colors: oranges, yellows, reds.

No two trees are alike.

“The hell’d you run out for?”

Hearing the baritone sound behind you, your wide eyes find Levi following out right behind you. His hands are still fussing with the carat at the base of his throat, jacket abandoned.

Then he pauses.

Sees, what you see.

“The trees are finally changing. I saw it from your window and had to see it for myself,” you exhale with a childlike wonder, unable to contain your excitement. 

With Levi you don’t have to — just like the changing of the seasons, he knows just about every version of you; every color. You’re allowed to 

“Is this what Petra was talking about?” he asks, leaves crunching under the heel of his boot as he moves to stand beside you. “Autumn or whatever?”

“I think so. She called it a season. I think she said there’s four of them?”

“What was the last one?”

Sticking out a tongue as you concentrate for a moment, the word comes to you a beat later. “I’m pretty sure it was called summer.”

“Hm.”

“I can’t believe they’re all different,” you murmur, pointing one out in particular: its leaves are only just beginning to fade into a new color, causing it to stand out. “Look.”

“I see it.”

His statement isn’t said with annoyance but amusement.

When you turn to him, Levi isn’t looking at the trees. He’s staring at you, as if he’s more interested in witnessing your reaction to something so new and beautiful than living in it for himself.

“Well don’t stare at me.”

“I’m not.”

“Liar.”

His eyes narrow with a fraction of amusement before blinking back to the trees. “Petra also said it will snow up here in the later months.”

“Snow?” you repeat. “What’s that?”

“Got no clue,” Levi admits, choosing to be honest in this private moment with you. If it were anyone else, he’d have a smartass remark. It’s too early for that. “Was hoping you’d know.”

Snow.

You wonder what they call the changing colors, if they have a name as foreign as snow.

Reaching for his hand, Levi does little to dissuade you as you pull him towards one of the adolescent trees to the east by the stables. When you reach to run a fingertip along one of the low-hanging crimson leaves, he squeezes your joined hands.

“Guess we’ll see it together,” he adds.

A promise.

To see everything, anything, together.

(A promise once made in eternal night, now carried into the light. I won't go far from you.)

Nodding, you squeeze his hand back.

“Yeah. Together.”

[rissouu]

how plug!eren watches a baby!

when you leave your niece in the car with eren while you get your nails did, he swears it’s an eternity. he didn’t really talk to the little girl much, even when she was glaring daggers into his head.

the most he did was take her out of the car seat since he knew she was probably tired of being in there. and now she was sitting in the passenger seat— grabbing at anything she saw.

“oh nah little ma, you can’t have that.” he mumbled once he saw the girl grabbing his lighter. he was quick to take it and as soon as he did she started hollering.

eren never interacted with kids in his life nor did he ever have to watch one. so when she started crying, he had no idea what to do.

“what’s wrong? stop cryin’ please?” he begged, as if that was going to make her stop. she somewhat knew what he was saying being as soon as he said that she stopped.

“i only stop cwyin if you give me uppies!” she babbled and held her arms out at him. eren side eyed her because she said it with so much sass, and not only that but she was trying to make an ultimatum with him..

yeah, this was definitely your niece alright.

with a sigh he picked the girl and held her to his chest, and surely she was happy now. all eren could do was shake his head and gently pat the baby’s back, so she could hopefully go back to sleep.

“i wants candy! you have candy?”

“no.. i don’t have any candy.”

“i going cry again!”

“okay fine, let’s go get some candy.”

©rissouu 2023

[houseofcrying]

Drabble Challenge 2025 ~ Day 12 "Scones"

Levi Ackerman x Reader

cw: sfw, female reader

drabble challenge by: @thedrabblecollective

divider by: @plum98

masterlist | drabble challenge 2025

crossposted in ao3

On a normal day, people could always find her with Levi. She tended to train with him, do the paperwork in his office, sit next to him during meals. So it was to no surprise that people found it weird that they hadn’t seen them together today.

Levi found it unusual that he hadn’t seen her at all, so, to his dismay, he had found himself asking Hange about her. He was now in front of her, watching as she opened the door. He handed her a tray of soup and a scone.

“Thanks” she smiled, grateful.

“It was nothing.”