#Erwin Stone

[flashfuckingflesh]

The Elfmans' EVIL Doomsday Droll! "Aliens, Clowns, and Geeks" reviewed! (MVD Visual / Blu-ray)

The Elfmans’ EVIL Doomsday Droll! “Aliens, Clowns, and Geeks” reviewed! (MVD Visual / Blu-ray)

 “Aliens, Clowns, and Geeks”, oh my, now on Bluray home video! A struggling Los Angeles actor finds himself in an intergalactic dilemma when a interdimensional portal opens from his asshole and spits out the obelisk, a large, pointed top icon that holds the key to ruling the universe.  Evil space clowns and extraterrestrial beings rocket toward Earth to be the first to intercept the obelisk…

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue March 15, 1965

Model/Modèle : Jennifer O'Neill

On the wrist, a lapis dome rimmed with rubies and surrounded by diamonds. emeralds, sapphires. Below: a cabochon emerald in a diamond starfish. Both. set in enameled gold. By Erwin Pearl for Veneto 57. Kenneth hairdressing. Lipstick: Pink Minuet by Dermetics.

Au poignet, un dôme de lapis cerclé de rubis et entouré de diamants. émeraudes, saphirs. En dessous : une émeraude cabochon dans une étoile de mer de diamants. Les deux. serti sur or émaillé. Par Erwin Pearl pour Veneto 57. Kenneth coiffure. Rouge à lèvres : Pink Minuet de Dermetics.

Photo Irving Penn vogue archive

[sbrown82]

Tina really had alllllll the guys in a chokehold. As far as partners are concerned, I wish she’d been able to find and go through life w/someone who was worthy of her. Someone who’d really treat her like the QUEEN she was (if that was a goal/desire of hers).

May I ask you if you felt she ever found someone like that? I’m not too familiar with that aspect of her life.

ALL those fools wanted Tina...and bad!!! 🤣

But her husband Erwin Bach was a very nice man who treated her well up until the very end!

[wickedzeevyln]

Theory of Happiness

Happiness is not something manufactured on a conveyor belt; rather, it’s something sold. Like most feelings, happiness wanes, and much like sex, it sells. It competes on the shelves in the self-help section, the brightest aisle of the perkiest bookstores. It’s a screaming punchline for products, marketed to promise joy. Echoes on pages has banished happiness into the isles of myth, conjured…

[astutior]

❛ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❜

@soldiersscream

Parchment, maps, quills, and ink litter the surface of an old, wooden table in the survey corps headquarters. Hours have gone by, candles beginning to burn low, but after much deliberation it would seem they finally have a solid plan and well configured formation for the upcoming expedition into titan territory. Even so, Armin still can't believe he had anything to do with the preparations. The fact that Erwin Smith himself had requested him specifically was even more of an enigma. Sure, he's come up with an idea or two here and there, but to be asked directly to assist the commander, a strategical genius in Armin's eyes, in forming the plans for their next mission? Almost incomprehensible.

Yet, here he is, stretching his arms above his head in the war room after having spent the last several hours hunched over the various diagrams and paperwork laid out in front of them. Perhaps even more surprising is the fact that he feels confident in their devised course of action. Not that he ever doubted the commander. His own ideations, however...

A large hand claps him on a shoulder, and Armin glances up to see said commander regarding him with a small smile on his face.

I'd say we make a pretty good team.

A rare glimmer of pride starts to bloom in his chest. Erwin is the type of person Armin only wishes he could be. To receive his praise is nothing short of an honor.

"T- thank you, sir." He hopes the shock isn't too obvious on his face. "I have faith that the mission will go well."

[cyarsk52-20]

When Tina Turner left her first husband - who was also her boss, captor, and brutal tormentor - she snuck out of their Dallas hotel room with a single thought in her mind: "The way out is through the door." From there she fled across the midnight freeway, semi-trucks careening past her, with 36 cents and a Mobil gas card in her pocket. As soon as she decided to walk out that door, she owned nothing else. When she filed for divorce, she made an unusual request. She didn't want anything: not the song rights, not the cars, not the houses, not the money. All she wanted was the stage name he gave her - Tina - and her married name - Turner. This was the name by which the world had come to know her, and keeping it was her only chance to salvage her career. Things could have gone a lot of ways from there. She could have labored in obscurity for decades, maybe making records on small labels to be prized by vinyl connoisseurs in Portland. She could have stayed in Vegas, where she first went to get her chops back up, and worked as a nostalgia act. And, of course, given what she had been through, she might have … not made it. What happened instead is that Tina Turner became the biggest global rock star of the 80s. I'm old enough to barely remember this, but if you aren't, it was like this: The Rolling Stones would headline a stadium one day, and the next day it would be Tina Turner. A middle-aged Black woman - she became a rock star at 42! - sitting atop the 1980s like it was her throne. She managed this because of whatever rare stuff she was made of (this is a woman whose label gave her two weeks to record her solo debut, Private Dancer, which went five times platinum); because she decided to speak publicly about her abusive marriage and forge her own identity, and in doing so give hope and courage to countless women; and also because - in a perhaps unlikely twist for a girl from Nutbush, Tennessee - she had her practice of Soka Gakkai Nichiren Buddhism, to which she credited her survival. She remained devout until the end. Tina's second marriage - to her, her only marriage - was to Edwin Bach, a Swiss music executive 16 years her junior. Of him, she said, "Erwin, who is a force of nature in his own right, has never been the least bit intimidated by my career, my talents, or my fame." In 2016, after a barrage of health problems, Tina's kidneys began to fail. A Swiss citizen by then, she had started preparing for assisted suicide when her husband stepped in. According to Tina, he said, "He didn't want another woman, or another life." He gave her one of his kidneys, buying her the remainder of her time on this earth and perhaps closing a cycle which took her from a man who inflicted injury upon her to a man willing to inflict injury upon himself to save her from harm. Born into a share-cropping family as Anna Mae Bullock in 1939, she died Tina Turner in a palatial Swiss estate: the queen of rock 'n roll; a storm of a performer with a wildcat-fierce voice; a dancer of visceral, spine-tingling potency and ability; a beauty for the ages; a survivor of terrible abuse and an advocate for others in similar situations; an author and actress; a devout Buddhist; a wife and mother; a human being of rare talent and perseverance who, through her transcendent brilliance, became a legend.

Credit: Will Stenberg

[piichuu]

♡ DODGING HIS KISSES

FEATURING: levi ackerman, reiner braun, jean kirschtein, erwin smith, eren yeager

WARNINGS: fluff because it’s needed, gn!reader

LEVI ACKERMAN

waking up beside you is levi ackerman’s favorite part of the day, especially if he’s gotten more hours of sleep than he usually does. it is mostly thanks to the amount of hours you’ve spent talking to him at night about anything and everything that causes his sleep schedule to better, so when he the day after gets to see your face, he can’t help but light up in a smile.

others might see him as this stone cold man with no feelings, but his heart is beating loud and clear in his chest, pumping blood for him to function. the many comrades he’s lost is the reason to his difficulties sleeping, the pictures of their dead bodies in his mind are constantly on replay and some nights, a few tears might fall from his eyes.

but now he gets to look at you after sleeping for more than seven hours, a record he’s broken after years of insomnia. his fingers trace over your cheeks while the corners of your lips curl up into a light smile.

your eyes are now halfway open while looking at him. his face is only a few millimeters away from yours, but his dark eyes immediately hinder you from hitting the man who is staring at you and probably has for a good while now. “good morning, levi,” you whisper as his lips inches closer to yours, but as he goes in for it, they’re instead met by nothing as you’ve started moving around to rest your head on his chest.

levi looks down at you with a raised brow, how come you suddenly didn’t want to kiss him? but instead of thinking about it any further, he once again leans in to kiss your lips, and this time you respond. it brings relief to his heart when your lips dance with his for a couple of seconds before he pulls away. “i hope you didn’t mean to dodge my kiss the first time,” he mutters, receiving a pair of wide eyes from you. “guess you didn’t even notice,” he chuckles.

REINER BRAUN

the night is cold as you and reiner are cuddled up in bed. his arms are tightly wrapped around your waist while your face is buried in the crook of his neck, but that is still not enough to bring the two of you warmth. the heater has been broken since weeks back, so reiner has been your personal heater for a good while now.

“should i grab more blankets? i think we have a few more in the living room,” he mumbles while one of his hands stroke your hair. his breath is hot against your cheek as you shake your head, moving away from his neck to look at him. “no, we’ll just get more cold if you leave, please stay,” you whisper, pulling him as close as you possibly can, almost to the point as to where you are melting into one another.

reiner chuckles lightly and leans down to press a kiss to your lips, but you lean back, away from him. “my lips are chapped,” you speak and even if reiner’s heart almost stopped beating in his chest at the sight of you rejecting his kiss, he now only shakes his head, letting out a quiet laugh.

“you know i’ve never cared about your lips being chapped, baby. mine are too when it’s this cold, but if you don’t want to kiss me, that’s okay,” he smiles gently. he’s too nice for his own good, but that is also what caused you to fall in love with him in the first place, so you reflect his smile and give his lips a quick kiss. “of course i want to kiss you, just don’t want to give you a bad experience.”

he rubs your cheek with the pad of his thumb and leans his forehead against yours. “you could never give me a bad experience. come on, move a little closer, i’m getting cold again.”

JEAN KIRSCHTEIN

after a long day away at work, all jean wants to do is putting his arms around your waist while holding you close to his chest. so when he sees you sleeping on the couch, the corners of his lips turn into a slight smile, seeing you all curled up in a blanket on the couch.

a pout does however spread over his lips when he thinks about it a little more clearly. you have most likely been up, waiting for his arrival until you were so exhausted that your eyes couldn’t stay open any longer. “have told you so many times not to wait for me, baby,” he mumbles as his feet lead him into the living room and towards the couch.

he doesn’t bother carrying you to bed, the couch is big enough for the two of you. so jean lies down behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle so he can do just what he’s been looking forward to all day, hugging you. fortunately for him, you don’t awake, only snoring slightly louder as you’re in his embrace.

“i’ve missed you so much today, took the day off so we can hang out all day tomorrow,” jean whispers as he rubs your hip. “we can go back to the bed tomorrow to cuddle some more there, but let’s just stay here for now. i just wanna hold you close for a while.”

he leans in to press a kiss to your cheek, but you turn slightly in your sleep as if you were avoiding his lips, but jean just lets out a chuckle, knowing you’re asleep and not aware of your surroundings. “i’ll kiss you tomorrow instead, look forward to it.”

ERWIN SMITH

erwin has a habit of always drinking a glass of whiskey while focusing on paper work. he does however never lock his door, even if he’s aware of the fact that you might come inside just to try and get him to spend some lost time with you.

as you now enter his small office, he finally looks up from his desk and flashes you a sweet smile. his cheeks have turned slightly pink from the few glasses of whiskey he’s been drinking, but it is still not enough to make him tipsy. “hello, my love. are you doing okay?” he allows you to sit down on the chair besides his that he’s put there just in case you want to check on what he’s doing.

you lean your head on his shoulder and sigh. “i had a tiring day at work, but i’m happy to be home,” you mutter as one of his arms wrap around your waist and just as he’s about to lean down to place a kiss to your lips, you’re quick to turn the other way. “you smell like whiskey,” erwin chuckles at that and ruffles your hair. “i don’t believe it’s that bad.”

he presses a kiss to your cheek instead before resting his head on yours, finally taking a break from paper work. “i’ll go brush my teeth so we can kiss for a little while, does that sound good?” you nod and kiss his cheek, giving him a soft smile as the two of you walk to the bathroom together for him to freshen up his breath.

EREN YEAGER

the two of you are in the bath together after a long day at work. both of your bodies are sore and heads exploded, so a warm bath was just what you both needed in the evening. his chest is warm against your back while your head is resting on his shoulder. eren also has an arm around your middle to pull you closer and make sure you won’t slip underneath the water due to your exhaustion.

“maybe we should go sleep after this,” eren mumbles as his lips brush against your temple. your eyes are already closed as you’re loosely holding onto his arm. “mhm,” is all you succeed to get out, sleep wanting to take over as soon as possible no matter how much you try to fight it.

he rubs your waist gently and is about to give your lips a kiss, but just as he does that, you move your head slightly so his lips instead meet your cheek. “hm?” he looks down at you with a raised brow, but that is until he notices your heavy breathing and how you grow limp in his hold.

“oh, you’re asleep,” eren nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck and sighs. “how am i gonna get you out of the bath now?” he mutters as his grip on you tightens. but eren does however decide to stay in the bath for a little while longer before he’ll have to wake you up. perhaps he’ll receive a kiss or two while carrying you back to bed.

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[her-devils-advocate]

Selfish risks

pairings: Levi Ackerman x (GN!) reader

genre: domestic fluff

summary: In the peaceful downtime spent together, Levi decides to risk asking an important question.

word count: 1,435

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54159382

The Scout headquarters is silent, most of the survey corps members have already taken themselves off to bed, greedily getting as much rest as possible before the next mission creeps up on them. Everyone has been working hard, with both training sessions and squad meetings running longer and longer each day, almost as if each scout could sense something approaching.

The wind howls outside the stone structure, rustling the leaves and causing the windows to rattle. You shiver despite the loud crackling of the fireplace inside your office, the amber flames fighting to keep the chill away.

The warmth and ambient sounds of nature do their best to lull you to sleep, exhaustion tugging on your eyelids as you force yourself to work through the night. A bad habit that you had picked up from a certain captain.

Your relationship with him over the years within the scouts had caused a few of his mannerisms to rub off onto you, for better or for worse. You’ve found that the recruits you are tasked to train tend to listen to you more after you picked up Levi’s “don’t test me” expression. However, you have caught yourself clicking your tongue in displeasure a lot more as well, much to the amusement of all those nearby to pick up on it.

The frantic scribbling of your pen grows louder as you try to rush the piles of paperwork towering before you. A small rumble breaks the silence as your stomach protests, unhappy with the dedication to the mountain of paper causing you to skip dinner accidentally.

You are so engulfed in the moment that you almost miss the gentle creaking of the door. You raise your head only to be met with tired silver eyes cutting through the shadows of the room. 

Levi slowly shuts the door before pausing, simply watching you sign your name and toss the pen to the side, ignoring the halfhearted glare thrown your way as it rolls across the desk and onto the floor with a small clatter. 

You stare at him for a moment, waiting for the small lecture about making a mess, even if it is in your own space. A lecture that, surprisingly, never comes.

"Shouldn't you be sleeping?" He says instead, his voice is gentle, yet you can sense the small reprimand within his words. 

"Curfew doesn't apply to squad leaders and higher, I thought you knew that?" You shoot him a playful smirk that only grows with the withering look you get in response.

"That's not what I meant and you know it."

"I know, there's just... so much to get through and I figured I would power through most of it while you were in the meeting with Erwin and Hange. Which seemed like a good plan considering how long it took."

Levi lets out a long sigh as he walks towards the armchair by the fire, flopping down onto the worn fabric. You smile at the sight, at how carefree and unguarded he lets himself be around you. 

A sight some could never think to imagine when it comes to the aloof captain, but you know him better than most.

You get up from the desk, groaning slightly as your muscles scream in defiance. A sign that you have been cooped up on the uncomfortable wooden chair for far too long. The sound causes Levi's head to snap in your direction, only relaxing again when he notices you are in no real pain.

The sight makes you smile, even with everything he has to handle within the Survey Corps, he still always makes sure to look out for you as well. Even when he doesn’t need to.

His eyes track your every movement and you see a myriad of emotions swirling through them: exhaustion, concern, wonder, adoration and love all mix with the flickering amber of the fire within the gunmetal of his eyes.

He shuffles to try and give you some space beside him in the small armchair, only to frown in frustration and pull you into his arms instead. You rest your head in the crook of his neck, straddling his lap as you bring your hand up to run through his silky hair.

"Interesting meeting?" You whisper into his neck, not wanting to break the peace that has settled over you both. Something you both rarely get to cherish, yet heavily deserve.

The only reply you get is a small hum, he tightens his grip around you and peppers your shoulder with small kisses.

"Four-eyes has a new experiment they want to try out. Apparently, it's fundamental that Erwin lets them capture more titans for it." Levi says with a small grumble, his voice slightly muffled by your shoulder, clearly unhappy to remember what had held up the already late meeting for so long.

You go to open your mouth to speak, only for his low voice to cut you off instantly.

"And no, you're not helping them with whatever shitty plan they have in mind. You need to stop letting them drag you into their schemes so easily." He punctuates his words with a small flick to the centre of your forehead.

You let out a light laugh, the action sending a shiver across Levi's skin.

"How did you know I was going to suggest helping Hange?"

"I know you too well."

"That you do." You kiss his jawline, slowly moving towards his lips, leaving a trail of feather-light kisses as you do. He sighs when your lips finally meet his own, his eyes flickering shut briefly as you part. 

"Marry me."

Your eyes widen briefly, shock and excitement rushing through you, you are almost certain you had misheard him if it weren't for the slightest blush covering his cheeks and the determined look in his eyes.

"Is that an order, Captain?"

He huffs out a small laugh, his eyes flicking up briefly before he reveals a small ring from the pocket of his jacket. A proud green jewel sits atop the thin silver band, your breath catches as it glints in the firelight.

"I could make it one if you wanted. I got fed up of waiting for some perfect moment or whatever that traditional bullshit is. There are no perfect moments in this world, not when titans could eat us at any moment." He pauses for a moment, his usually stoic voice faltering with emotions as he tries to hide his face from your unwavering gaze.

"Or so I thought until you made me experience peace in these moments with you. Then I realised that every moment where we are alive together is a perfect one."

You stare at him with wide eyes, not noticing the stream of tears running down your cheeks until you feel his calloused hand brush them away with a softness you couldn't begin to imagine.

"The thought of having someone to lose scares me, but you've made me realise that marriage or not, loving you has been a risk I've been taking for a while now. Might as well make you officially mine while we have the chance."

You let out a watery giggle as your hands dance along the fabric of his shirt, smoothing out any creases that dare to cling to him.

"You know, most marriage proposals don't have the implications of a horrible death woven into them."

"That's clearly where the poor fuckers are going wrong then."

Levi's eyes are soft as he watches you, his lips finally quirking up into a small smile as you let out an undignified snort at his comment.

"Yes, I will marry you." 

You don't miss the way his shoulders drop with relief, nor the genuine joy that shines through his eyes. He delicately takes the hand you wordlessly offer him, taking his time to slide the ring onto your finger.

“Good, I want to risk being selfish. Just this once.”

You beam at his words, heart heavy as you place a soft kiss onto his lips before throwing your arms around his neck to pull him as close as possible. His arms quickly wrap around your lower back as he holds you tightly, his head resting against your chest. 

He can almost sense the approaching comment from the way you jiggle with pure, albeit restrained laughter.

“Is it green to match our capes? Don’t get me wrong, love, you choose very well. A fact I’m sure you already know, but…is that the reason?” “Shut up.”

The laugh you give him in response warms both of your hearts more than the now-dying fire could manage.

[jazzcathaven]

When Tina Turner left her first husband - who was also her boss, captor, and brutal tormentor - she snuck out of their Dallas hotel room with a single thought in her mind: "The way out is through the door." From there she fled across the midnight freeway, semi-trucks careening past her, with 36 cents and a Mobil gas card in her pocket. As soon as she decided to walk out that door, she owned nothing else. When she filed for divorce, she made an unusual request. She didn't want anything: not the song rights, not the cars, not the houses, not the money. All she wanted was the stage name he gave her - Tina - and her married name - Turner. This was the name by which the world had come to know her, and keeping it was her only chance to salvage her career.

Things could have gone a lot of ways from there. She could have labored in obscurity for decades, maybe making records on small labels to be prized by vinyl connoisseurs in Portland. She could have stayed in Vegas, where she first went to get her chops back up, and worked as a nostalgia act. And, of course, given what she had been through, she might have ... not made it.

What happened instead is that Tina Turner became the biggest global rock star of the 80s. I'm old enough to barely remember this, but if you aren't, it was like this: The Rolling Stones would headline a stadium one day, and the next day it would be Tina Turner. A middle-aged Black woman - she became a rock star at 42! - sitting atop the 1980s like it was her throne. She managed this because of whatever rare stuff she was made of (this is a woman whose label gave her two weeks to record her solo debut, Private Dancer, which went five times platinum); because she decided to speak publicly about her abusive marriage and forge her own identity, and in doing so give hope and courage to countless women; and also because - in a perhaps unlikely twist for a girl from Nutbush, Tennessee - she had her practice of Soka Gakkai Nichiren Buddhism, to which she credited her survival. She remained devout until the end. Tina's second marriage - to her, her only marriage - was to Edwin Bach, a Swiss music executive 16 years her junior. Of him, she said, "Erwin, who is a force of nature in his own right, has never been the least bit intimidated by my career, my talents, or my fame.

"In 2016, after a barrage of health problems, Tina's kidneys began to fail. A Swiss citizen by then, she had started preparing for assisted suicide when her husband stepped in. According to Tina, he said, "He didn't want another woman, or another life." He gave her one of his kidneys, buying her the remainder of her time on this earth and perhaps closing a cycle which took her from a man who inflicted injury upon her to a man willing to inflict injury upon himself to save her from harm.

Born into a share-cropping family as Anna Mae Bullock in 1939, she died Tina Turner in a palatial Swiss estate: the queen of rock 'n roll; a storm of a performer with a wildcat-fierce voice; a dancer of visceral, spine-tingling potency and ability; a beauty for the ages; a survivor of terrible abuse and an advocate for others in similar situations; an author and actress; a devout Buddhist; a wife and mother; a human being of rare talent and perseverance who, through her transcendent brilliance, became a legend.

Credit: Will Stenberg

[neesieiumz]

𓆩☆𓆪 | 𝙾𝚄𝚃𝙻𝙰𝚆 ⸺ ⚞𝚁𝙴𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚁 𝙱𝚁𝙰𝚄𝙽 ⚟

⸻ synopsis ⫸〖 it's not every day a criminal breaks into your home, huh?〗

⸻ warnings ⫸ sm*t. 18+ wild west!au. part i of the gold rush anthology! bar-maid!reader. robber!reiner. black-coded reader. female reader. afab anatomy. p*rn with plot. full nelson position. fingering. a bit of dacryphilia. reiner threatens reader with a gun. the two of them get comfortable with each other really quick. reader calls her mother a bitch in this. reader was raised by her late grandmother cause her mother abandoned her. Erwin is in this, who was also raised by reader's grandmother. sheriff!erwin. erwin sees reader as a niece/daughter. annie and bertholdt are also in this, but they don't matter.

⸻ writers note ⫸ this has been sitting in my drafts for the past two months because I wanted to finish the next part of the anthology. I just finished the Erwin one, so I'll upload it when I'm halfway done with the Eren one or fully complete it.

⸻ word count ⫸ 5.7k

masterlist. | next part in the anthology |

Heavy boots sunk into the mud, and loud voices called out to the dark forests. The sounds of horses neighing, catching up against his hunched-over form. He ran as fast as he could, dodging the trees and branches, boots snapping the sticks and stones within the wet ground. Hand clutching the bleeding wound, he glanced around, looking for something, anything to get him out of this situation. His partners were long gone, taken into arrest by the law. They told him to run, to get out while they distracted them. 

He tried his best to blink away the tears, the sudden burn possibly due to them being mixed with the sweat dripping down his face. He’ll get the rest of them out, he resolved, he first has to survive this. Glancing up and around, a large shadow was right up ahead. Squinting, the blur came into focus, before revealing a small home. It was well kept, but all the lights were out, which was all Reiner needed. He jumped the fence, flinching at the sudden stab of pain in his abdomen. He limped towards the back door, pulling out his old trust lock pick before jimmying with the lock. He hissed out a yes as the door creaked open, before hobbling right inside. Gasping, he leaned against the door, hearing the sounds of the law running by. 

“What the…”

A voice called out, before suddenly, a dark glow illuminated the room, revealing a decently sized kitchen. A gasp rang out, as Reiner looked to the light, seeing someone standing there. 

Fuck…

He pushed himself up to his feet, immediately running over to you, who immediately screamed before running away, possibly to your bedroom. Despite his injury, he had just enough adrenaline to catch you, pulling your arm back. He muffled your screams with his hand, wrapping you in one big hold as he dragged you away from the hall, before taking you right back to the kitchen. He could hear your muffled whimpers against him, the feeling of your body shaking against him. 

He pressed his lips against your ears, “just stay quiet for me darling, and all will be right.” 

Reiner pressed himself against the counter, waiting for the sounds to go away. As he did so, he could hear your own sounds beginning to quest, however, the feeling of wet salty tears began to soak his hand. Just as they were beginning to go away, a sudden loud knock came out the door, jilting the both of you. 

“Y/n, it’s Erwin, are you awake?!”

Reiner cursed under his breath, heart pounding away at his chest. He stepped away from the counter before looking at the door, seeing a tall figure standing right at the door. He then looked back down at you, before telling you not to scream. Slowly he let go of your mouth, removing his hand from you before grabbing the top of your dress, wiping away the slowly drying tears on your face. 

“You gon answer that there door, and pretend like I’m not here. Say whatever you gotta say, alright…?”

You nodded your head quickly, and he nodded his own, before taking you by the hand and draggin you over to the door. He stood at the side, one hand still pressing against the wound while the other, pulling out his revolver, holding it up. You glanced over at him, seeing him nod his head. Taking a deep breath, you reach over, unlocking the door with the key still stuck on the knob before opening it up just a little bit, enough to see the sheriff of your town. Erwin Smith, a man both you and many people in this town respected. He was very close to your family, especially your grandmother, having helped her many times while she was still alive. So seeing him and talking to him was an easy occurrence for you.

“Hello there Erwin,” you let off a smile, hoping it wasn't wavering too much.

He let off his own warm smile, “hey there cherie, hope everything’s okay?”

You nodded your head, “everything’s fine, was just about to head to sleep when you knocked.”

For kickers, you looked behind him, seeing a bunch of horses and men standing on the front of your lawn, “what’s going on here?”

He looked back to see the people before looking back at you, “well we were trying to catch someone, and he ran right through here. I was hoping you saw something?”

You pondered a bit, before shaking your head, “haven’t seen a thing sheriff, sorry. Everything was dark for me.”

He hummed, before reaching down, pulling out a sheet of paper, “if you're so sure, take this. His name Reiner Braun, a dangerous felon known for robbin’ and shootin’ people.”

You slowly took the folded sheet, before peeling it open, those familiar eyes brown malice staring right back at you. 

You looked up at Sheriff Smith’s warmer ones, smiling, telling him you’ll keep on the lookout for him. He nodded, before turning around, and heading back to his own horse. As you waited to watch him go, you could hear a sudden thump right beside you. Closing your door, you glanced over to the right only to find the very man now slumped on the floor. The hand that was holding his side was now soaked with blood, the sounds of his slow, heavy breaths echoing in the living room. You glanced over at the door, at the muffled sounds of the sheriff telling his men to move out and continue looking before looking back at Reiner.

Letting out a defeated sigh, you walked away heading towards your kitchen before going to your sink and picking up an old tattered rag. Dampening the rag, before grabbing a bucket, and filling it up with hot water. Before walking back to the dangerous criminal, you bent down, grabbing the small bucket your grandmother deemed an aid kit, along with the bucket of hot water. Walking back to your living room, where Reiner Baun, which was apparently his name, was now writhing and bleeding out on your grandmother’s hardwood floors. Bending down, sitting at your knees, you grabbed the dirtied dress shirt he was wearing before slowly unbuttoning it. His large body dripping with sweat, you removed the shirt as much as you could, revealing the irritated wound. 

You took the rag, leaning down before removing his bloodied hand from the lasting wound. Slowly, you pressed it against it, applying as much pressure as you could. He fought against you, but his strength greatly dropped, allowing you to continue to press against it. He let out deep heavy groans, all dripping with pain. Soon, the tattered rag was soaked with blood, removing it before dipping it in the hot water, washing off most of the blood before pressing right back on. Soon, the wound stopped bleeding, just enough for you to get the gauze and the large sheets of cotton to wrap it. 

Once you did so, staring down at your shotty work of a doctor, Reiner’s own eyes slowly opened, looking over at you. 

“Should have let me bleed out on your floor,” he let out a low raspy groan, still in pain.

You scoffed at that, “and let you ruin my grandmother’s floors? She’ll rise up from her grave to scold me with a hot comb.”

He let out some formance of a chuckle, smiling a bit. Taking a deep breath, you stood up before heading down your hallway Stopping at the small closet, you owned it before taking the few spare pillows and blankets out. Walking back, you found the area where you left him empty before seeing him rest right on your couch. Pursing your lips together, you walked over to him, before handing him the blankets. 

“Here, sleep as much as you can, then I want you out of my house, all right now?”

He blinked at you, smirking before taking the sheets and pillows from your hands. 

“Thank you mighty kindly, cherie,” he cooed, placing the blankets on the couch beside him. 

You hummed, before glancing back at your kitchen. He’ll probably need something to eat so he can heal faster… is what you thought to yourself before walking towards the kitchen. He said nothing, only turning his body as much as he could, watching you walk away. His eyes lingered on your backside, before looking away, focusing on his accommodations for the night. 

Pulling out some bread, some meat, and other things from your ice box, you made him a couple of sandwiches. You took it to him as well, seeing him all laid out and spread out on your couch. Tongue poking out your cheek, you handed him the plate. 

“Just for you to heal faster, body can’t work without something to fuel it,” you said, turning around once he took it. 

He said nothing, although his smirk said all his words for him. You took the lamp that illuminates the kitchen, before walking away. Just before you walked inside your bedroom, his voice called out to you, 

“Good night, cherie!”

You turned your head and glared at him for a few seconds before walking back into your room. He let out a chuckle, before taking the sandwich, taking a large bite from it. 

Slowly opening your eyes, the feeling of sunlight beaming through the trees and through your window jolting you awake. Lifting yourself up, stretching with a smile on your face as you look around your room, ready to clean yourself up and head into town for work.

Three… two… one…

A frown immediately overtook your face, oh wait…

Pushing yourself off your bed, and grabbing your robe off of the bed frame, you flung your door open. Slowly stepping into the room, carefully listening for anything that didn't sound like your creaky footsteps. As you reached the living room, no sign of the man from last night on your couch. Glancing around, not seeing him in your kitchen or hearing him in your parlor room either. Nothing was missing either, luckily. Least he had that courtesy, you thought to yourself. 

That’s when your eyes caught onto something sitting on your kitchen counter. Walking towards it, eyes widening as your eyes locked into two stacks of cash sitting one by one, a piece of paper sitting under it. 

Picking up the paper, you gazed over it, 

For all your troubles cherie, now and in the immediate future, 

⸺ r.b

You couldn’t fight off the excited smile, as you picked up one of the stacks, sniffing it before squealing. 

“Oooh, my mother would tell me to return it… too bad that bitch wasn’t the one who raised me!” 

You placed the money in a hidden area in your room, before getting ready for work, which was at a bar in town, the only one within the area you lived in. The town was large, a farmer’s town with miles and miles of land tended by a multitude of farmers all around. It would probably be called a city to others, but you weren’t like them city folk. Wearing a creme dress, shoulderless with loose, wave-like sleeves. You paired with skin-colored pantyhose while placing your work shoes in a bag. You put on your walking shoes and grabbed your keys and other things you need before heading off, locking up the entire house, especially your back door. You walked through the pathways in the forest, glancing at all the heavy footsteps and horseshoe grooves within the damp ground. 

You soon made it to town after fifteen minutes of walking, waving at the locals around town before making it to your destination. Despite it being early in the morning, the bar was bussing with all different walks of life. Smiling at the bands of men calling out your name, waving at them before arriving at the bar. You shuffled into the bar, waving at your friend, who was serving three people at once. She owned the bar, inheriting it from her deadbeat of a father. The two of you had been friends for a long time, ever since your mother had sent you here when she moved to the “sophisticated” parts of town. 

“Hurry up and get up here! There’s orders to be taken, you know!” She said, giving one man his tall glass of beer. 

You headed to the back room, placing your bag down, before switching into your taller heels, with cotton-padded into them for a bit more comfort. You’ll be on your feet all day. Looking in the mirror, swiping your lips with gloss before placing your long plaits into two pigtails, tying them with matching creme bows before walking out. As you walked out, you grabbed an apron, tying it around your waist as you took your station around the bar. 

Your friend sighed in relief as you helped her out, taking the few plates in her hands before asking which table they went to. 

“The Garrison boys over there in the back, and there should be a few more coming out.”

Nodding your head, you took them down, plastering a smile on your face as you approached their table.

The morning continued like that and continued well into the afternoon as well. Your job was a rush, but the pay was very good and included a mountain of tips as well. As night approached, things slowed down just about as all the men soon had to return to their wives or head down to the secret club behind the old platoon which their wives didn’t know about. The door chimed open, glancing up and only for Sheriff Smith along with a few of his men standing right there. 

Glancing over, you see your friend tidying herself up, pulling her long locs out of her deflated ponytail, and letting them fall. Smirking at her, with her not even looking at and flipping the bird before carefully walking over to the area they had overtaken. As she spoke, having a shimmering smile while she looked down at Erwin who sent her his own award-winning smile right back. You looked back down at your work, which was wiping down the counter and preparing for you to head back home. Your shift was over soon since your coworkers didn’t like you walking back while the moon was too high at night. 

They had once asked you to consider actually moving into town, but you wouldn't have it. This was the home you were raised in, the home your grandmother had raised your own mother in. 

“Cherie, wait a moment,” Erwin’s familiar voice called out to you, just as you put the rag away, preparing to head to the back room to get your things. 

You turned around, seeing the tall man tower over you. You don’t know why, but your heart began to slightly pound. 

“Can I help you, sheriff? This ain’t about last night, isn’t it?”

He grimaced a bit, “m’fraid it is, lemme walk with you to the back?”

You glanced over at your friend, who looked between the two of you, shrugging her shoulders and nodding her head before focusing back on the others in the bar. The two of you walked together down the small hallway before reaching the small room where all the workers had placed their own things. He opened the door for you, thanking him as you walked inside the room. As you found your things, Sheriff Smith began to speak. 

“As you know, last night, we were chasing a very dangerous criminal, who had reached the forest where you live.”

You nodded your head, “yes, and you knocked on my door and you asked me if I had seen anything, and I told you that I had not.”

He nodded his head, “yes, yes you did. We continued to look through the forest, but he was gone. Like he disappeared within the wind, cherie…”

You nodded your head, “yes… is there something else you wanna say, Erwin?”

“This morning my men conducted another search, to make sure we didn't miss anything, and we found heavy footsteps… leading away from your home.”

Your heart dropped to your knees, lucky your back was still turned away from the sheriff so you turned to pack your things, flinging off your shoes as you pretended nothing was wrong. 

“Heavy footsteps, leading away from my home… is there something you wanna say, sheriff?”

Heavy boots walked closer and closer to you, as you turned around and faced him, face calmer. 

“I just wanna know the truth, cherie, you know you and I go way back. Your own grandmother helped raise me after my father died. You're like a niece to me, and I hate to see you in some trouble.”

You took a deep breath trying to calm your beating heart, however before you could say anything, the door suddenly slammed open, revealing an out-of-breath officer. 

“Sheriff, the other two thieves escaped their cell!”

The tall man cursed, hissing under his breath before running out of the room, not even glancing back at you. Once he was gone, hearing the muffled sounds of the rest of his men following suit after him, you let out a breath of relief. You soon walked out of the room, grabbing a box of food from one of the chefs for dinner. You waved goodbye to your boss, before walking out of the bar, the cooler air of the night hitting you. It was still hot, so there was no need for a jacket as you walked away, heading towards the forest into your home. The walk to your home was quicker than the walk to the bar, soon arriving at your home. As you began to pull out your keys, you could hear muffled sounds inside the home.

No…

Inserting the key, you flung your door open, seeing three figures lounge around on your grandmother’s couch. 

Locking eyes with familiar hazels, seeing him smirk before lifting up his glass, holding a beer, “hey there, cherie.”

You could almost scream. Instead, you stepped inside your home, closing the door before dropping the bag right onto the floor. You glanced around the room, seeing your table and floors all messed up and dirt tracked all over your floors, and you could almost guarantee that your icebox was nearly empty. You stepped over the trash, ignoring the two unfamiliar pairs of eyes watching as you approached the larger blonde man. 

You stared down at him, with him looking you in the eyes. Unbreaking your stare, you pressed your hands roughly against the side of his waist, right where the wound you wrapped was. He cursed, screaming as you did so. 

“Yeah, that’'s what you get, now y’all better clean this fucking house or else!”

The two others with him snickered at Reiner, seeing him being kicked around by you. Hearing their laughter, you turned towards them, eyes sharp in glares. 

“Don’t think I ain’t forget yall yet, yall get up too and clean this fucking house! Or else, I’m getting Erwin down here!”

Immediately the two of them shot up, one of them towering over you all like a giant. You pushed them all around, making sure they picked up all the trash and scraps they had put on your floor. You rested on your couch, entertaining yourself while you ate your food, still hot luckily. They were kind enough to chop up some wood for your fireplace, enjoying the warmth as they picked up the last of their mess. Once they were finished, the two unknowns had plopped down onto the couch, while Reiner made himself comfortable right beside you. He leaned down, mouth wide open, trying to get a bite of your food, but you pushed him away, grimacing as he laughed out loud. 

“Think you can fuck up my house, and eat my food, you have another thing coming,” you mumbled, eating the bit on the spoon. 

“Aww come on cherie,” he mumbled, landing his head on your shoulder, “i'm still hungry!”

You rolled your eyes, “go and find something else to eat, maybe in prison, where you all belong.”

He smirked, “and yet, you still hadn’t turned us in, cherie. Plus, I paid you kindly for your services, thinking that “immediate future” was a joke huh?”

You rolled your eyes again, scoping up the last bite, before hovering the spoon in front of his face. He glanced in between the spoon and your face, before eating it, humming as he did.

“Thank you kindly, cherie.”

Ignoring the warm feeling his raspy voice gave you, as well as the looks the two others gave each other before glancing back at the two of you. 

“How long you are staying here, Reiner, along with your two little friends, because Sheriff Smith is sniffing around me,” you gasped slightly before extending your hand, smacking him in the head again.

“Hey!”

“Be careful where you stepping when you leave next time, cause they was sniffing around and saw your fucking footsteps!”

He suddenly smirked, “‘next time?’ huh?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, before raising your hand at him again. He immediately held his hands up and surrendered, scooting a bit away from you. Annie and Bertholdt snickered, looking at the two of you. Getting up, walk towards your kitchen to put away your bowl. Reiner followed after you, a teasing smile on his face. Cleaning off the bowl, drying it, and putting it away, feeling him stand dangerously close behind you. Drying your bowl before pushing past him, heading towards your living room. 

“So I’m assuming you're staying the night once again?”

Reiner nodded his head, leaning against the wall, “hope you're alright with that, cherie.”

You narrowed your eyes at that, “didn’t I tell you to stop calling me that?”

He shrugged his shoulders, tucking his hands into his pockets. You glanced over at the three of them, before rolling your eyes.

“I’m gonna take a bath, y’all better figure out how y’all gonna sleep.”

You sat amid your room, ignoring the sounds of the felons taking shelter within your home. Sitting at the vanity table your grandmother had the in-town carpenters built for you when you turned fifteen. You looked over at the set of picture frames, mostly filled with photos of you and her, one with Erwin as well. Picking up one of the picture frames, the last birthday you were able to celebrate with her before she passed. 

“Is that your grandmother?”

Screaming, jerking up, knees hitting the table, as you turned, seeing blonde hair in your peripheral.

“God, don’t do that!”

He stood straight up, watching you as you turned around in your seat, still holding the frame. 

“And to answer your question, yes, yes it is.”

He held out his hand, and tentatively, after glancing between his face and his hand, placed the frame in his hands. He looked down at it, smiling a bit at your wide smile, arms wrapped in the smaller frame of your grandmother. 

“The two of you look alike,” he says, handing you the frame.

Your mouth curls up into a slight smile, and you place the frame back on your vanity, “everyone used to say that about us, and that used to include my mother as well.”

His eyebrows quivered at that, “your mother? Is she still alive?”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes, “yep, sipping on fancy margaritas and livin it up in the big city with her rich old-ass husband.”

“Forgot she had her own mother and a daughter too, didn’t even come for the funeral, even after me and Erwin sent letters.”

He hummed, “Sheriff Smith?”

You nodded your head, “after his own daddy died, my grandmother watched after him. My mom and he were sweethearts once, but she decided this lil ole town was too small for her but taking care of her daughter was too big for her.”

“What about your father?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “never met the man, grandma always told me she’d wring him by his neck if she ever saw him again. Says he’s the reason my mother took off to the city and never looked back, but I think she was putting blame on anyone but her.”

Facing the mirror, the lamp illuminated the side of your face. You could see Reiner still standing behind you, his face cut off from the mirror. Crossing your legs, feeling a slow, churning throb in between your legs. 

“I like to think she would have helped you when you first arrived at my door, despite threatening me with a gun. She always had a knack for getting in trouble, and helping people who didn’t deserve to be helped.”

You could feel his hands beginning to rest on your shoulders, his actions not stopping your spiel. 

“Which is why, had my mother come through that door when she was still alive, she would have taken her back in on the spot.”

He hummed, leaning down towards you, seeing a few of your tears rolling down your cheeks. His face lingers over your shoulder, looking over at you. You glanced over, looking at him straight in his eyes.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to rant about my life, you’re still a stranger technically.”

You began to move away, but his hands tensed, keeping you right in your seat. His left hand moved from your shoulder, sliding across your chest, reaching up to your neck. Letting out a shaky breath, shivering as he moved your head back towards him. 

“Don’t gotta apologize, cherie,” he mumbled, thumb stroking your cheek.

Your body turned as well, your leg swinging over the bench as you faced him fully. Your body, responding to some unknown force, leaned forward towards him as he leaned closer to yours. 

“Reiner,” you gasped, right before he rushed forward, lips capturing yours.

The kiss was deep, and heavy, as his hand stayed tight at your neck, his other, sliding down your body. He grabbed at you, pulling you right into his lap. Your moan was muffled by the kiss, your hips slowly grinding into him. His hand soon left your won, settling right on the other side of the bottom before effectively picking you up. Unremitting as he approached your bed, placing you right on it. For a moment, he let go of the kiss, reaching down and unbuttoning his shirt, before pulling it off his body. As he threw his shirt onto your hard-wooden floors, your own hands reached up to his buckle belt, feeling his erection press up against his jeans. Reiner smirked down at you as you unbuckled, sudden haste pushing you. Getting the tough fabric off, Reiner did the rest, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. 

He soon leaned back down, climbing in between your legs before capturing your lips into his once again. Your hands slid up to his face, the feeling of his scruff against your hands and face. His hands slowly slid up your thighs, going right under your nightdress, gripping at your waist, pressing further into you. You could feel him pressing into you, the feeling intensified by the pressure he placed on your waist, easily keeping you grounded against him. His hands soon left your own, one pressing against the back for your thigh, pressing it as far as it goes. The other moved down your dripping wet pussy, two large fingers easily spreading your lips with ease. Gasping for breath, immediately choked on a moan as he pressed one finger, entering slowly within you. He moved from your mouth to your neck, as he moved his fingers in and out of you slowly. His lips were still wet, allowing him to leave soaked kisses against your skin. 

“Reiner,” you gasped, fingers weaving into his hair, messing up the blond strands. 

Back arching as his pace quickened, the lower half of your body trembling under him as you pulled harder against him. He whimpered against your skin, the feeling of you pulling his hair eliciting a deep feral feeling within him. Everywhere was heated, the air, your skin, your thin nightdress bunched up at your waist. Drool dripped from your tongue as you took everything he gave you, everything and more. 

“Lord,” you sighed, body aching all over, “I really shouldn’t be doing this, lord.”

Reiner chuckled, “I can go ahead and stop, if you need me to?”

You twisted your hand in his hair, “you bet not.”

He said nothing, chuckling one more time, but his kisses continued, trailing down to your chest, dipping into the valley between your chest. At the same time, he pressed another finger into you, your arousal coating his fingers. Your slip dress had long fallen off your shoulders, allowing him to reach them with ease. His journey continued down lower and lower, his hand still lingering on your thigh sliding down. The two of you hadn’t noticed the lantern dimming in the background, as the room was soon engulfed with darkness, nothing but the high moon shining over the two of you. Shuddering, twisting against your blankets as he plunged his fingers deep inside you, resting his head against your stomach. 

“Damn, didn’t think you’d be good at this, fuck…” you sighed, as your hips surged up into the air. 

“...that a challenge, cherie?”

Despite the immense arousal and pleasure flowing through your veins, you smirked down at him, “take it as you want, cherie.”

His eyes darkened, his unrefined look getting more and more feral. Reiner suddenly pulled his fingers out of you, taking a quick sniff before placing them in his mouth, tasting your arousal. Suddenly, he rose up, towering over you, before grabbing both of your legs. Squealing as he pulled you up from the bed, easily carrying you into the air. His hands grasping at your ass as he held you up, holding you up in the air. Your hands couldn't help but wrap around his shoulders, looking down into his eyes. 

“Reiner, what are you doing—” you started before being cut off by a loud gasp escaping your lips. 

You hadn't noticed him shifting his boxers, before feeling him sink into you deeply. Your sounds hadn’t deterred him though, his tight grasp on you as he moved you up and down his cock. The sounds of your moans echoing through the mid-sized room, the feeling of your tight wetness, only urged him more, deep, raspy moans spilling from his own mouth. His fat cock stretched out in ways others hadn't yet before, muddling your mind as he moved in and out of you. His brute strength allowed him to pull you nearly off him with ease, before plunging right back into you. His hips slamming into you, the possibility of leaving deep dark gnarly purple bruises all over your inner thighs. 

“Sosososo good, sos deep, oh my god!” Your mouth slurred on their words, head thrown back in euphoria. 

“What was that you were saying before?” he suddenly questioned, pulling almost completely out of you, leaving only the tip. 

Gasping, whining at the sudden prolonged loss of him. Your whines and squirms did nothing for him, only smirking up at you as he awaited your answer. His hands fondled you, squeezing your bottom rigidly.

“Tell me how good you feel, and maybe I’ll continue.”

Convulsing, aching for him to continue, your resolve fully crumbling. Reaching out towards him, your shaking arms attempt to pull him towards you. 

Your mouth spelling with pleas, “please please don’t stop, god I take back what I said. Keep fucking me just like that.”

He took in your words, his smirk getting wider and wider as you twisted, tears threatening to fall down your face. With no other words, he slammed back into you and continued pummeling you as if nothing happened. You clung onto him, and your head was thrown back as he did so. Reiners's efforts and actions electrified you, feeling your body jerk, a familiar pounding feeling building up within you. 

You let out a gasp, before letting out, “Oh god!” hissing as you came, clear liquid spilling out of you. 

Your cunt clenched around him, causing him to groan deeply, grounding his face into your shoulders as his thrust became erratic. His unsteady movements caused you to choke, his heavy breath rumbling right into your ear. 

“So good, fuckfuck,” he growled, slamming into you a few more times before letting off one final groan. 

Letting out a shaky moan, feeling him suddenly pull out of you, feeling his release land right on your stomach and thighs. Breathing heavily, legs shaking as he slowly lowered you onto the bed. Reaching over, grabbing his shirt that had landed right on your bedpost, using it to wipe away the mess. 

“Can’t have you getting pregnant now?” Is all he said, wiping away his mouth. 

You rolled your eyes, smacking him on the head as he threw his shirt back onto the floor. Just as you began to cover yourself up in your sheets, you felt movement beside you. Looking back, seeing Reiner getting into the bed with you. 

“Aht! What the hell you doing?! If you don’t get out?!”

“Aww, come on cherie, don’t make me sleep out here on that little couch. Nearly broke my back the last time I slept there. Plus,” he added, gesturing down to his wound, “I’m still wounded.”

You narrow your eyes, “didn’t seem like you were injured just a few minutes ago.” He still didn't budge, causing you to roll your eyes at that, “fine, but you better make some damn breakfast before you fucking leave.” 

He smirked, agreeing to your demands before continuing to pull the blankets up and around the both of you.You turned back over, snuggling into the bed, feeling Reiner’s weight shifting beside you. His eyes burned into the back of your head for a few seconds, before suddenly feeling an arm sling over your body. You rolled your eyes but suppressed the smile appearing on your face before snuggling yourself into his warm embrace

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[eli0004]

Ever wondered where the Veterans would take you on a date?

Contains: Erwin Smith, Levi Ackerman, Hange Zoe

Synopsis: brief Headcannons about where the Vets would take you on a date

Warnings: None

Erwin smith? Applebee’s💀

lmfao I’m joking, but the way i see it, Erwin strikes me as the goofy, endearingly cringy, single dad type of guy that really believes Applebee’s is the epitome of fine dining. Thankfully, he listens when Levi tells him to have a little class💀

In all seriousness, I think he’d be the type to take you wine tasting, go to see live music performances at local venues, or browsing a cute little craft market on a crisp spring morning.

He’d clean up nice beforehand, probably wear some jeans and a button up shirt, and this man would smell…so…fucking…good😩 like fresh powdery cologne and spearmint gum. You’d get in his car and he’d already have your favorite coffee order in the cupholder waiting for you. Omg i love him

Levi Ackerman? Tea shops, local bakeries, art museums, bookstores, theater.

Levi has a love for the arts, and anything intellectually stimulating. He likes to take his time getting to know the person he’s interested in, so he wouldn’t want to do any kind of activity he couldn’t talk during. It’s a common headcannon among us Levi lovers that he’s an acts of service kind of guy, so you know he’ll be always observing what kind of pastries you order, what kind of tea you like, or your favorite genre of book.

When Levi takes interest in someone, he doesn’t take them for granted. He’s always perusing, always chasing, always loving, so diligently. Gas will never be an issue, this man will drive you across town and back 4 times if you asked him to. He plans dates ahead of time, and always comes prepared, with a wallet full of cash and a tank full of gas, and If he ends the night empty handed, he’ll call it a job well done.

Hange Zoe? Hikes, smoke sesh on the roof, metaphysical shops, farmers markets, picnics, nature walks, the zoo.

Hange is one of those earthly granola people. They’re 100% vegan, grounded to the world around them, and a huge animal lover, so i love the idea that they’ll want to go on a hike to bird watch or pet some moss. Just imagine how cute it would be, you’re both walking around in a stream in the woods, pant legs hiked up around your calves, looking for pretty colored stones for your collection. The sun is peaking through the tree line and you both smell like sweat and sunscreen and earth. Hange finds a turtle or a small frog and catches it to show you🥹 they make me so soft. They’ll also 100% get sunburnt on their nose and cheeks because they can’t ever remember to apply sunscreen there.

Hange is the type to love taking photos of you on dates, and add them to the photo wall in their apartment. If you go to visit, the two of you will pack a bowl and laugh about the memories you have together as you look over the pictures, some kind of cozy music playing in the background.

[thecuriousquest]

Hi! I would like to request part 2 of "My stone cold husband."

They go to a party together and Levi gets slightly drunk. He starts staring at her intensely which makes her nervous. She thinks she did something wrong and that he is angry. When they returned to their bedroom she was scared and expecting to be punished. But to her surprise, he pinned her to the bed and started kissing her. He murmured how beautiful she was and how much he loved her. She was flabbergasted because she wasn't used to his affections. He strips off her clothes and starts making love to her. (Note: making love, not fucking.) He was softly kissing her all over and praising and complimenting her the whole time. He was being gentle and focusing solely on her pleasure. He was being romantic and gentle during sex for once. She had never experienced something like that from him before, but she wasn't complaining. She ended up enjoying it and he cuddled her to sleep later. The next day, Levi was confused when she was uncharacteristically giddy and cheerful towards him, but he didn't mind.

The Effects of Alcohol (Part Two of My Stone Cold Husband)

Ohhhh honey, babe, sweet little muffin, I love this concept! I feel like I wrote a major breakthrough with this softer side of Levi, and it feels like a major accomplishment in a way. I’m sorry it took so long to get to, but thank you for the request and your patience!!! 🖤🤘

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Warnings: Yandere themes, NSFW, consensual sex, romantic sex, vaginal sex, briefly mentioned oral sex, slightly possessive tendencies, Reader is an anxious mess in the beginning, nudity, drinking

Note: This is the last of this series. I will no longer be doing stories involving My Stone Cold Husband.

Master List

My Stone Cold Husband

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In your opinion, the party could have been a lot better. There’s just no one for you to talk with as Levi keeps you on a short leash the entire night. While he converses with everyone, you silently wait at his side, ever the quiet and obedient wife.

However, Levi gets drawn away from you, in the midst of a hushed discussion with Commander Erwin. You’re left at a table all alone, sipping on a glass of wine. You don’t know any of his colleagues besides Erwin, and you’re not sure if it’s a good idea to walk over to the duo and interrupt their conversation.

Waiting idly, your eyes wander across the room, landing on your handsome husband. Goodness, the way he’s looking at you has you blushing, the hue of your cheeks putting a rose to shake. But then…his eyes never waver. He doesn’t look away when you catch his gaze.

You’re cheeks are no longer red. In fact, the color from your face has been drained, brows knit with worry as you chew on your bottom lip.

No, this isn’t good. He’s still looking at you as if you’ve done something wrong. You can’t…you have to step out. You leave the table you’ve been told to stay at, taking a breath of fresh air. The moon casts a pale light over you, and you can’t help but sigh out of relief being out of your husband’s sight.

The hand gripping your bicep alerts you to another presence out here with you. You’d know that clutch anywhere. Turning, you find your husband staring at you with a slight flush to his own cheeks.

“Let’s go home. We have some things to take care of.” He stands perfectly still, not at all wobbling on his own two feet, yet his words are slurred.

You only nod as anxiety hugs your stomach, squeezing it until you feel like your dinner is going to make a reappearance.

———

Entering the household, Levi has your hand in his, and he strides straight for the bedroom. The door closes behind you, and you keep your eyes on the floor.

“Husband, if I’m to be punished, please, just tell me.”

He only pulls you closer to his body. Stomach to stomach, he lays his hands on your waist, feeling the fabric of your dress beneath his fingers. He feels the creases, letting himself just revel in your proximity.

“Is there something you should be punished for?” he whispers against your neck. His focus shifts to the hem of your dress, lifting it over your head, letting it drop on a chair.

You can’t help but notice he is doing everything so slowly. Feeling you, undressing you, nuzzling his nose against the junction where shoulder meets neck.

His fingers ghost your clit ever so lightly, feeling as though they were never even there to begin with. You can’t help the slight moan into Levi’s shoulder as you clutch him tightly.

Your calf winds around his leg, drawing him in closer and closer. His hands trail down the backs of your thighs. Ticklish, you can’t help but squirm and laugh.

And he genuinely huffs a chuckle as he gathers your thighs around his waist, carrying you over to the bed. Ever so gently, he lays you down. Simply looking at your corset and underwear clad body.

The removal of his shirt is a drawn out process, one that he only slightly struggles with. Levi ends up getting frustrated with the buttons as he fumbles to undo them, so he ends up tearing it away from his body.

Slipping off his pants and letting them hang off of his ankle, he crawls over your still form on the bed. As he sets his knees between yours, you hear the dull thud of his trousers hitting the floor. You can’t help but giggle at the unexpected noise. He pushes his nose between the cleavage amplified by your corset, and you feel the exhale from his nostrils as he laughs along with whatever you find amusing.

Your hands twirl his curtain bangs, pushing them back, feeling the prickles of his undercut. His masculine hands cradle beneath you, finding the strings of your corset and trying to untie them. You can tell he must have had not two drinks but a couple more if he’s having a hard time with your corset.

“Levi, do you want me to sit up?”

“Shhh, my love, let me do everything for you. My beautiful wife. So sweet and kind. Trying to make everything easier for me.”

He finally releases you from the corset, and you realize you’ll have to lace it back up tomorrow as he pulls it away from the front of your body. You close your eyes, relaxing as he fingers the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your legs until they join the rest of your clothes strewn across the room.

“How did I get so lucky to have a strong woman like you in my life?”

It takes you a moment to process what he just said, and you can’t help the widening of your eyes. He has never called you strong before. Wrapping your arms around him, feeling the warm skin covering the muscles of his back, you hold him closely as he kisses your collarbone.

“Levi…I love you,” you whisper into his ear as you wrap your legs around his hips.

It seems to be a first for many tonight, because this is the first time you’ve uttered those words as well. Never before have you and Levi expressed such feelings. Your usual stone cold husband has finally come out of his enigmatic shell, and you can feel everything pleasurable pent up inside of him as he traces the bones of your hips.

“Everything about you is my favorite,” he confesses as he slips his erection inside of you.

Your back arches, creating space between your spine and the bed as your husband leans his weight on you. With your head buried beneath him, you bristle with his body temperature.

With nothing between you, face to face, you can’t even think about how out of the ordinary this is. Usually, both of you are clothed. Usually, he takes you from behind as he bends you over some piece of convenient furniture.

Tonight, things are so different, but instead of letting your mind run at a thousand miles an hour with thoughts, you leave your head blank, simply taking this time to be present in the moment with this side of your husband that you haven’t had the pleasure of meeting until now.

You feel him press himself deeper inside of you, his hard length slipping against your walls. Whimpering from the sensation, you can’t help but hug his member, clenching down on him fervently.

“I’m such a lucky man. I’m so lucky I have you. You’re not just my wife. You’re my love. I want you to know that. Please, understand that.”

He runs his hands through your tresses, not curling your hair around his fingers, not tugging on your locks, just feeling the texture as if it’s his first time doing so.

“I couldn’t live without you.” Levi kisses your cheek, praising you, passionately confessing into your blazing skin. “I wouldn’t make it without you. You’re the only person I need to get through this miserable life. You make it…oh, hmmmm, you make everything so much better! I couldn’t be with anyone else. Wouldn’t want anyone else. You’re all I need, my love.”

He goes quiet again, feeling your walls milk him. The luxurious sensation is all he can focus on. You cry out in pure ecstasy as you feel his fingers rub against the sensitive button of your clit while slowly rocking into you.

Your breasts bounce with each heavy breath, inhaling and exhaling his delicious scent of sandalwood, pine, and whiskey.

You have no words to return after all that you’ve heard. You just can’t think as he fills you with unadulterated pleasure. Finally succumbing to your body’s natural reaction to his ministrations, a rush of your juices flow against the head of his length, dripping down your thighs as it spills over your folds.

His hips slowly, every so slowly, thrust into you with the calmness of a babbling brook. It’s so serene. It puts you in a place of such peacefulness upon your post-orgasm.

“Levi, I love you! I love you! I love you!”

Suddenly, with the impact of your words, he spasms inside of you. He pulls himself away from you, missing the warmth he felt buried between your thighs.

Your husband looks down at you with such softness in those grey eyes. They look like a light has been added to them with how he’s admiring you.

His fingers find your chin, not forcing you to look at him, but encouraging you to meet his gaze.

“I love you too, more than you could ever know.”

You spend the night engulfed in his arms, enveloped in passion as you two show each other just how much you appreciate and feel for one another. Never bent over the bed, only chest to chest, with the exception of his head at the apex of your thighs, you both can’t help but fall asleep under the covers two hours later at three in the morning. Just a mess of tangled limbs and beads of sweat, you close your eyes with a kiss to his chest and a smile on your face.

———

When ten am arrives, you realize you overslept drastically. You take your time waking up, stretching your arms and legs as you drag yourself from the bed. Dressing in a nightgown, you can’t help the quirk of your lips as you replay your romantic night with Levi in your mind’s eye. The gentle caresses, the soft spoken affirmations of love, the tenderness of his lips on your body; you think about all of it as you descend the staircase.

In the doorway of the kitchen, you watch Levi make tea on the stove. His chest and feet are still bare, the only clothes he is wearing are his trousers. You walk up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist, resting your cheek against his shoulder blade.

“Good morning, husband. Did you sleep well?”

He stiffens only a little as he turns his head, trying to get a better look at you.

“Yes, I slept well…” His sentence is punctuated with silence.

“I also slept well. Last night was amazing, Levi.” You press your lips right below his neck. “I really feel like we connected.”

Turning around in your arms so that he can face you, he brings his arms to wrap around you as well. Despite all of the drinks he had, he still remembers everything quite clearly, and he must say, he enjoyed himself tremendously.

“I had a pleasant night as well, my love.”

Though the action is unfamiliar to him in his sober state, he can’t help but kiss the tip of your nose.

The tea kettle begins screaming with steam, and you jump slightly from the surprise, a startled gasp following suit. Levi’s smile shows, and you both erupt in laughter.

Maybe, he really, truly isn’t such a stone cold husband after all.

[4ttack-ur-heart]

Levi Hc’s: PDA

warnings: none, just fluff lowkey

Pairing: Levi x gn!reader

Levi isn’t very big on pda. Yes, he loved you to death but that doesn’t mean he wanted everyone to see him in such a vulnerable state. It was reserved for you only.

You never minded since it was really never anyone’s business to begin with besides yours. Levi adored how you didn’t mind keeping your relationship a secret. The only ones who knew were Hange and Erwin, but you both trusted them enough not to tell.

You both would try be careful when you did decide to show small signs of affection outside of your rooms.

One day, a scout happened to enter the ‘empty’ meeting room right as Levi pecked your cheek. Apparently humanity’s strongest soldier couldn’t pull away fast enough before the scout ran off.

Rumors quickly spread around the base about whether your relationship with Levi was true or not.

Lingering eyes followed you both when you strolled down the hallway together. Some of them would even try to sneakily stay in your vicinity to see if it was true.

After a few days, it was all anyone was talking about.

“Maybe we should tell them.” Levi said taking a hold of your hand, thumb brushing over your knuckles.

You raised your interlocked hands to give a kiss on the back of his hand. “It’s up to you, love. I’m comfortable with whatever you choose.”

Honestly his statement surprised you. You didn’t think he’d suggest it in his own. You thought maybe he’d actually stop being affectionate with you completely unless it was behind closed doors.

Slowly, Levi would introduce your usually personal dynamic in public.

Whether it was holding your hand, kissing your cheek, ruffling your hair, hell even a full kiss on the lips if you were lucky enough.

No one would dare talk about it in front of you, though. Of course, that didn’t mean you and Levi didn’t notice the silly uproar when it first occurred. You weren’t stupid.

Pulling you behind a stone pillar, Levi captured your lips with his and his hand went around your waist. He pulled away with a faint smile, but it quickly faded when you both heard shushing and whispers.

“Oh my god, it is true!”

“D-did he just smile?”

“I can’t decide if I wanna be Captain Levi or (Y/n).”

Turning your head, you noticed a small group of scouts trying to hide around the corner.

You let out a small chuckle and met Levi’s now hardened gaze. “Lighten up, they’re doing no harm.”

“Then why is everyone more shocked about this then when we discovered Eren was a titan?”

[wickedzeevyln]

Blip

Love now, before supplies last. In the brief time we are here, some learn to carve out their names in the tree of life, some leave imprints on hearts, and others fill their lives with curiosities curated in tomorrow’s landfill. Though hurt is inevitable, we learn to love, like falling off a bike, the grimes and stones bite down hard on our knees as we clench our teeth, the earth laughing beneath…

[moumouton4]

Imagine : Levi Behaving With You The Same As Mikasa Does with Eren

A/n : I'm going to resume the requests now, that I have advanced a lot in Shippuden ( ep 350 )

Warning : Nope only fluff

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It was no secret that Mikasa Ackerman had been looking after Eren since she was a child, whose father had taken her in

It was always obvious that she would have done anything to protect him and even gave her life to the dark-haired boy she had grown up with

It seemed to you that someone once mentioned that it was a component of her Ackerman genes that made her act that way

What was much less obvious and actually extremely surprising and curious was that this same dynamic was happening between you and Levi

Yes, he was the Captain of the Survey Corps, but if you remember correctly you were both corporals and he had been given that position after Erwin's death

In other words, your levels are equal. So why did he insist on protecting you like that ?

It was Armin's words. But it was another talk during a meal in the mess hall, that made you realize the situation

"Seriously you didn't notice, it's like he has one eye on you and one eye on the titans"

"Well no my two eyes are on the titans as yours should be cadet Arlert" you retorted "I'm not having you die on my watch"

He laughed nervously and apologized, even though you were messing up with him. But Mikasa cut him off and reminded you that he too was an Ackerman and that perhaps there was a connection between his behavior and the family from which he descended

As you spoke your eyes turned to the table where the captains and corporals were eating - you should have been there too but honestly the atmosphere was so much better with the cadets - and you saw his head turn towards you, a wary and disdainful look appearing on his face as he watched you

"See that's what I was talking about... but he seems preoccupied even in serene moments" continued Armin after you all turned your heads back to your plates in a very suspicious way

Since this conversation you decided to keep an eye on Levi, just like he did, to see by yourself the behavior Armin ( and pretty much all your friends ) was accusing him of

And you were not disappointed with your observations

It seemed that he always arrived at the moment when you were going to hit a titan and kill it right under your nose

But that didn't explain his behavior outside of combat during camp life or even during training

And in the evening when you are lying on your bed you think about the events of the day and the previous days

For example

You fell on a stone while sprinting and he appeared out of nowhere and forced you to follow him so that he could disinfect your wound, he didn't even let you walk alone on the way back

But the last straw was one day when you were both walking down the hallways to a meeting for a future mission and a late cadet, running to get to the meeting, bumped into you in a hallway

You didn't even fall, you just stumbled backwards from the impact

The cadet started to apologize profusely and you were about to tell him that everything was fine, but Levi, wide eyed, didn't think so and kicked him in the abdomen, yelling at him that he had to apologize to his superior from the ground

You were so shocked that you didn't dare speak up for fear of making things worse for the young recruit

But tonight, now that you were alone in the dark on your bed you couldn't help but think back

Without realizing it you were in the corridor that led to his office and knocked on the door

You didn't have the time to speak when his eyes met yours and he stood up and asked you "Is everything okay ? Is there a problem ?"

You were taken aback by his reaction

"Y-yes... "this" is actually why I came to talk to you. Levi... why don't you- erm- do you think I can't-"

As you said this your legs carried you to where he was standing

He looked at you as you approached and shushed you when he realized what you were getting at

"Not at all it's just that..." he too found himself at a loss for words "Ughh I don't know. That's just how it is I guess-"

And just like that you kissed him. Because it just felt right

He didn't seem to mind because he kissed you back

When you parted and looked at his face you swear you saw him smile and maybe even blush

Guess that you had your answer now

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[levmada]

Omg Kane, I love your smiling Levi post so much I'm giggling every time I see it!! Speaking of which: do you have any headcanons to share with us about what / who makes Levi smile like this?

Take care 💙

thank you!! :D hmm

- it IS canon that Levi smiles whenever he sees his reflection in a clean window

- bet he smiles the same when he sees his reflection in a shiny clean sword/knife. melee weapons are one of his special interests sue me

- …Levi also smiled in the manga whenever armin was talking enthusiastically to eren and mikasa about exploring the world like they dreamed of doing as kids. maybe this was just a specific situation, but Levi strikes me as someone who smiles a little during really dark times when he notices a tiny glimmer of genuine hope. is that too serious? idk, like he wakes up from a terrible nightmare shaky with a cold sweat and finds his lover downstairs and humming while they brew tea/make some breakfast. he just smiles a little. it looks halfway pained but you’d know he was relieved and grateful if you saw it.

- he smiles easier whenever his horse Nibbles is chomping happily on apples levi feeds him or bunts his shoulder or something else cute like that.

- whenever Levi heard about trigger-action cleaning bottles. figuring out easier ways to clean is his jam. i wonder if he ever saw the invention of the electric vacuum cleaner

- whenever someone he really really cares about smiles and laughs he can crack a little half-smile sometimes that almost always goes unseen bc levi is stealth like that. especially if they’re normally pretty stoic like erwin, mike, or mikasa.

- btw he usually doesn’t possess the faculties to smile without covering his mouth or looking away btw. he gets embarrassed, and also he has crooked teeth so he doesn’t like his smile

- idc if this counts - Levi is easily EASILY ticklish and grins and giggles uncontrollably if you/his lover tickled the back of his neck fkskgkwjd. he HATES it. good return but expect payback.

- he can crack a smile when he receives a really, really thoughtful and sweet gift in private. big expensive gifts are the last thing levi likes because he feels so damn guilty about it. honestly if you got him a perfectly smooth little stone from a river that you washed, shined, and painted with blue white and grey (the wings of freedom colors), he’d treasure it foreverrr. and smile when you first place it in his hands of course.

- honestly when he thinks fondly about his mama back when he was little. it’s implied canonically that he’s a mama’s boy (when an interviewer asked isayama how levi would be if his mom lived when he was adult, he said levi would make sure she’s happy or something to that effect).

all that said, it’s just really, really hard to make levi smile because he doesn’t smile much or easily :( these are for sure tho. if anyone has any hcs feel free to pls add on :D