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[cptnleviackerman]

╰─▸ ❝ Levi Ackerman ❞ ˋ*ੈ*⁀➷

content - gn reader has passed out (unspecified reason), levi is worried for them + cares for them when they wake

words - 700

"look at me." levi whispers, his voice strained. he presses a cold compress to your head, beads of water trickle down his hands and his fingertips feel numb from the iciness, but he hasn't dared to move since you fell. the fear for your wellbeing eating him alive, rooting him to the spot next to you.

your eyes flutter, barely open long enough for you to get a glimpse of the man above you.

"angel, please, i need you to look at me." levi pleads, his free hand is clamped down on your upper arm, hard enough that you'd feel the need to scold him if you were more awake.

your eyes flutter again, but this time you manage to force them to stay open. the light floods your sight and you try to move a hand up to block the bright beams that hit you, but you find that your arms are achy, and when you try to move them they feel more like dead weight than something attached to your body.

"wha—" you begin, but levi cuts you off before you have the chance to say more.

"don't speak. i need you to take a sip from this glass of water, angel. can you sit up?”

you hum, but when you try to follow through on levi's request your head spins. you had managed to sit halfway up by yourself, but you fell backwards again as soon as you reached level head height with levi—who was still knelt next to you, the compress discarded and his other hand pressed firmly on your lower back.

“it's okay, it's okay, take your time.” levi’s voice soothes your racing thoughts, but you can hear the worry slip through the cracks, the recognisable signs of tension on his face are noticeable now that you have your eyes trained on him, and it makes you feel unreasonably guilty.

“im sorry.” you whisper, your voice small. but levi isn't having it, he shakes his head at you, gently pushing your back upwards and towards him so that you can lean your body against his for support.

“don't be silly. now drink this.”

levi brings the glass to your lips, and you shakily rest your hands on top of his, taking small sips of the icy cool liquid. you hear gentle whispers of encouragement from the man next to you, which brings a slight smile to your lips.

levi brings the glass away from you after only a few sips, not wanting to overdo it, and he places the glass on the ground next to his leg.

he wraps his arms around you, pulling you slowly towards his chest. his mind is beginning to settle now that you are conscious and talking again, but he can still feel remnants of his anxiety clawing its way through his head, the terror not yet subsiding completely, and his need to have you as close to his body as he can overwhelms him.

he presses a hand to your forehead, testing your temperature. when he finds that you're not burning up he takes a small breath of relief, and he allows himself a minute reprive from worrying as he buries his face in your hair. while taking your hand in his, he begins to rub circles on your thumb, and you hum at the contact. levi welcomes this reminder that you're okay, and he takes another breath of relief.

“you scared me for a moment there.” levi murmurs against your head. you feel his arms tighten around your body, and your eyes squeeze shut at the comforting contact. you bring the hand still clasped by levis upwards, and place a soft kiss to the back of it.

“i know. I'm sorry.” you whisper in return.

the two of you sit like that on the floor for what feels like hours, levi doesn't dare move you and you can't bring yourself to ask him to, since he seems wracked with his own guilt and worry. so you sit, wrapped in his embrace, occasionally taking sips of water—the ice long since melted.

[cptnleviackerman]

╰─▸ ❝ levi ackerman ❞ ˋ*ੈ*⁀➷

levi's the type of guy who always brings you flowers after he's been away. whether he's been gone for a weekend, or over a week, it doesn't matter.

he adores the look on your face when you open the door to find him stood there with a bouquet in his hands, and he would never, ever want to take that joy away from you.

he adores that he can hear your excitable footsteps running towards the door as soon as he's knocked on it. his heart flutters in his chest when he hears the locks turning.

he adores the way you throw your arms around his neck, pulling him as close to you as you can while he halfheartedly attempts to hide the flowers behind his back---even though pda isn't really his thing, since you're practically stood inside your doorway anyway, and since it makes him feel like he's being wrapped in your love, he lets it slide.

he adores the look of shock that dawns on your features every time he presents the flowers to you, as if you've forgotten the unspoken tradition that he's created between the two of you. sometimes he thinks you might be faking it, but the tears brimming on your water line, matched with your wobbly lip always have him eating his words.

he adores that you keep the flowers on display for as long as possible. he watches you change the water every day, adding sugar and vinegar and any flower food you've got into the vase in an attempt to feed the flowers and to make them last just that little bit longer. the care you show makes his eyebrows raise each time, and he doesn't know why you insist so heavily on keeping the flowers even when they are beginning to wilt, but he does know that it makes him feel, even more strongly, that bringing you flowers is something he must never stop doing.

[cptnleviackerman]

╰─▸ ❝ Levi Ackerman ❞ ˋ*ੈ*⁀➷

thinking about slow, easy, wintery, mornings with levi<3

you wake up to find the space next to you empty, you stretch your arm out to verify your suspicion and you feel the coolness of the bedsheets across your fingertips—confirmation that your lover has awoken already. you sit up and hastily throw on a hoodie in an attempt to combat the harsh winter air in your room. you rub your eyes in an attempt to shake off some of your sleepiness, and as you slowly make your way towards the door you hear a low buzz of movement coming from the other side.

when you step foot in the kitchen you can hear the vibrations from the washing machine, accompanied by the sounds of running water and a quiet hum coming from the man stood at the sink. his hands are submerged, working at removing the remains of last night's dinner from the plates and cutlery. you walk up to him and place your arms around his waist, holding him tightly. you rest your head against his back, breathing in his scent.

you're about to speak when he interrupts you, predicting your question with the ease that comes from knowing you for so long.

"I already made you a cup," levi tilts his head towards the cup on the side, and you smile when you realise it's full.

you give his cheek a quick kiss, darting towards the steaming mug, it's warm to the touch, and you let out a soft hum at the contact.

you're about to speak for a second time when you're interrupted again.

"I made myself one earlier, don't worry about me, just drink yours before it gets cold." he tuts, rolling his eyes at you. he knows you would've felt guilty about him not having a drink, especially while you sip on your own. you're too kind for your own good, a fact that both bewilders him, and makes him love you all the more.

you smile, and you're sure you must look like an absolute lovesick idiot because of how wide your grin is.

you watch while levi finishes washing up, your eyes trained on him as he cleans and dries his hands, placing the towel delicately back on its hook, before he makes his way to you. he stops just a few inches in front of you, and his hands find their way to your hips, where they give you a quick squeeze, before moving onto your lower back.

levi sees your eyes light up as he begins to gently run his hands across your back, and he feels his cheeks warm when he locks eyes with you, but his hands continue to wander nonetheless. they roam around your lower body, rubbing and massaging the flesh beneath your hoodie material as he waits for you to finish your drink. but the more he touches you, the longer his hands run across your body, the more distracted you become.

"can you please finish your drink now?" levi says, impatience written all over his face, "I can come back to bed now that the dishes and laundry are done, and I think you should come with me..."

you grin, and quickly chug the rest of your drink, before taking levi's hand and letting him drag you back towards your shared bedroom.

[cptnleviackerman]

╰─▸ ❝ reiner braun ❞ ˋ*ੈ*⁀➷

content - loss of virginity, slight breeding kink

a/n - not proofread but I need to get this off my chest because something about reiner and virginity is making me insane.....

let's say you've been dating reiner for a couple months now, you've been taking it slow. dating a guy you'd met through a friend- a guy who was essentially a stranger to you -wasn't exactly what you had planned. but he was sweet. he took good care of you, took you on amazing dates. and he was beyond understanding about the limits you had when it came to sex.

it wasn't as if you had zero sexual experience before you got with reiner, and the two of you had spent plenty of lazy sundays hanging out and exploring what makes the other person feel good. the first time reiner made you cum with just his hands you had to force yourself to keep your sobs quiet, pressing your face against his neck to stop him from noticing. the pleasure was immeasurable. it had made you almost dizzy.

but reiner wants the first time the two of you have sex to be special. once you had told him of your lack of sexual experience he had sworn to himself to make your first time the most memorable and beautiful experience. he wanted it to feel easy for you. he didn't want you to be worried or anxious, to have your negative emotions cloud what should be a joyful and happy experience.

he fucks you so gently that first time. easing himself into your tight pussy as slow as he can manage. he bites his lip almost hard enough to draw blood as soon as he feels your warmth around him. despite having the experience of feeling you clench around his fingers, he never could've prepared himself for how good you felt around his cock.

you squirm and screw your eyes shut as soon as he enters you, your hands gripping and scratching at his back once he bottoms out. your whole body is focused on him. the sensations threaten to overwhelm you when he begins to thrust in and out of you. the only thing managing to calm you down is his voice.

"you okay down there, sweetheart? you're doing so well. just hold on tight to me, I'm right here."

reiner wants more. he wants so desperately to fuck you faster and harder, to make you bounce off the bed, to fill your bedroom with moans and the sounds of his thighs hitting yours. he wants to mark your pussy as his own, and to hear you beg for it. he wants the words to leave your pretty lips. knowing that he would be the only one to ever cum inside you, knowing that you'd never ask anyone else for that, it would make him finish right then and there.

"that's it, princess. keep breathing for me, okay? nice and easy."

he can feel you tightening around him. stifling a groan, he manoeuvres himself so his arms cage your head. your breathing is rapid, your legs are beginning to feel shaky, but you manage to do what he says. you focus on your breathing, matching it with reiner's, as your eyes meet his. something about how he's looking at you makes your tummy erupt with butterflies, you're unable to stop yourself from clenching around his cock, the hearts in his eyes are as plain as day and it makes your head spin.

"you feeling okay, sweetheart? fuck, you feel so good."

it feels as though reiner's cock is splitting you open. his size always made you a little anxious, but knowing that he was stuffed inside your pussy, knowing that he was the cause of this pleasure, made your eyes roll back. your nails dug into his back, and reiner is sure you're going to leave marks with how hard you pressing. but he keeps his pace, listening to your moans, and he begins to work out just how hard he can push you.

his breathing starts to get ragged the more he thinks about what he's doing to you.

you.

his innocent angel.

you.

his inexperienced virgin.

you.

the only one he wants to fuck for the rest of his life.

[cptnleviackerman]

╰─▸ ❝ gojo satoru ❞ ˋ*ੈ*⁀➷

thinking about gojo who is just so sickeningly infatuated with you that everyone around him is constantly telling him to shut up because he can't stop talking about you.

thinking about gojo who brags about every single thing you do, no matter how small you think the accomplishment is, he's always there, willing and ready to tell anyone who will listen about his amazing s/o.

thinking about gojo who falls head over heels for you on your very first date, and who acts like a wonderful gentleman. opening doors for you, helping you into your seat, lending you his jacket the second he notices that you're getting cold.

thinking about gojo who gets tongue tied when he sees you all dressed up for the first time. he's waiting for you, dressed in a beautiful suit, too focused on doing his tie up to notice you've entered the room, and when you offer to help him, he jumps a little. he spins around, ready to complain to you about being unable to do it, when his mouth drops wide open. the sight of you in front of him making him lose any semblance of coherence.

thinking about gojo who is practically unreachable when the two of you are on a date, his phone is stuffed deep in his pocket somewhere, and he has no intention of looking at it to see the abundance of texts from the people begging for his attention. it's even worse when the two of you go away together, Nanami has to ask you to make sure Gojo at least takes a phone with him, because last time he didn't and it caused Nanami to go into overtime-which is something he definitely does not want to happen again.

thinking about gojo who brings you flowers every time he comes to see you. whether it's a quick visit because you haven't seen each other properly in days, or a full weekend spent together. they're not always big, fancy bouquets either, sometimes he picks the flowers himself, and occasionally he'll take you to a flower farm and have you pick the flowers you want.

thinking about gojo getting all the love he deserves, being treasured by you, forevermore<3

[cptnleviackerman]

╰─▸ ❝ jean kirstein ❞ ˋ*ੈ*⁀➷

content - dad jean, shy jean, cheating, divorce, jean has an ex wife, x f reader

I watched a movie last night and now all I can think about is single dad!jean who is just getting over his messy divorce. he's got a wonderful daughter who means the world to him, and he does everything he can to keep her safe and happy, and even though it's hard for him, he still makes sure she sees her mother as regularly as possible—even though it causes him massive amounts of pain to see how happy and carefree his ex wife is with her new partner.

best friend connie who keeps begging jean to go out to a bar for a couple drinks with him. he asks every single friday (and saturday), and jean is always adamant that he's just not ready to get back out there and start dating. but one night he finally caves and says yes, his daughter is spending the night with her mother and he doesn't want to sit alone is his small, despressingly bare apartment by himself. so he dresses up as best he can and meets connie for a drink. and that's where he meets you for the first time.

you catch his eye as soon as you walk in the room, and he's not the only one who's watching you. he sees a couple of dudes try and buy you a drink, and you shoot them down before they've even had a chance to introduce themselves. connie catches jean staring and practically drags him towards you, pushing jean into the chair opposite you and leaving as soon as he's introduced jean to you.

jean completely fumbles the interaction, he tries to use numerous pick up lines on you—all which fail—and his compliments are completely over the top and it's clear he has no idea what he's doing. you try to excuse yourself, but he practically begs you not to leave. upon realising what a terrible flirter he is jean decides to tell the truth about his situation, rather than pretend to be a flirt and a ladies man. he tells you it's his first time trying to pick up someone in a bar, and that he's never been any good at flirting. he tells you all about his messy divorce, and how he was cheated on and that it basically wrecked his entire life—the only positive from his marriage being that he has the most amazing daughter in the world. he tells you that he hasn't been on any kind of first date since he was 15 and that he has absolutely no idea how to approach a woman as beautiful as you.

you think his honesty is sweet, and that he's a much easier guy to talk to than anyone else in this stupid bar, so you ask him to take you home. he's embarrassed to take you to his apartment but you aren't paying the rooms or decor any notice. as soon as you get past the door your lips are attached to his neck, and you find out that although he cannot flirt for the life of him, he is an amazing kisser, and probably the most giving guy you've ever been with.

you leave the next morning, and he promises to call you. his heart hasn't felt as light as this since...he can't even remember. he thinks about you for days, but is so nervous to call you. all he can manage is sending a short text to you, saying [hi! hope you're doing well, thanks for the great night. I would love to see you again.] you smile when you receive it, but your job is so demanding that you don't get the chance to reply for a while and the text completely slips your mind as you prep for an important night of meetings.

jean doesn't feel good about how long it's been since he texted you, and he wants to see you again. soon. so he decides to call you after his daughter's parents teacher conference. he sits with his ex wife, awaiting their turn, outside of the classroom door. but when the teacher calls out to let them know that they can enter the classroom, he walks in and is met with the sight of you, standing behind the desk, arm extended ready to shake hands with the parents you'd just called in.

the woman he'd hooked up with from the bar was his daughter's teacher?

you sit in front of jean, utterly humiliated at the situation, and you watch as his face reddens when his ex wife notices the tension and begins to ask if the two of you had met before. you speak before jean can, and assure her that you've never met before, and that you're just feeling overwhelmed from all the parents you've met today. she seems to believe it, but when jean catches your eye and smiles uncharacteristically shyly, she feels a bubble of jealousy rise in her chest.

luckily the meeting goes without a hitch after that, their daughter is doing perfectly well in class, all she needs to do is try to participate in class discussions a bit more.

jean and his ex wife were your last meeting of the evening, and you watch as he hastily bids farewell to his ex, stumbling over his words and looking around nervously. you smile when he hangs around in the doorway after she's left, seemingly trying to find the courage to come and say something to you.

you finish collecting your things and walk towards jean, who's now pacing back and forth in the corridor. he jumps when he sees you, but smiles warmly at your presence. before you have the chance to say anything about how awkward that meeting was, words are tumbling from jeans mouth:

"im so sorry I haven't called you yet, I had absolutely no idea what to say to you and I didn't want to say the wrong thing and scare you off. which I now realise is stupid because you wouldn't have asked me to take you home if you didn't at least like me a little bit but I didn't want to come on too strong and—"

"jean, it's okay. just ask me to dinner."

"yeah? okay. will you have dinner with me...tomorrow?"

"yes, I'd love to have dinner with you."

the two of you walk out to the car park together, and jean opens your car door for you. he bids you goodbye, and tells you how much he's looking forward to dinner tomorrow. and you smile, a warm feeling blossoming in your chest as you reply that you can't wait to see him again.

tagging: @cowgirlikets (tysm for asking to be tagged !! love to u)

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[cptnleviackerman]

"does my pouty baby need a kiss?"

yelena x gn!reader

words: 400

just a small fluffy yelena piece, based on the prompt "does my pouty baby need a kiss?" from @erwinslut 's 2k blurb prompt list. linked here

“Does my pouty baby need a kiss?”

You frown at Yelena’s words, the pout on your face deepening.

She had been working at her desk for the majority of the day, and for the most part you had been keeping to yourself, not wanting to disturb her. You had managed to occupy yourself with some small mundane tasks at first, typical lazy sunday things. But as it neared the evening, and the sun had begun to show the first signs of disappearing beneath the horizon, you found yourself feeling lonely. You were missing her.

Which was why, with an ice cold can in your hand, you had stuck into her office space.

“And if I do?” You reply, narrowing your eyes mischievously.

Yelena rolled her eyes at your answer, taking a sip of the drink you had bought her, before spinning in her chair. Now facing you, she grabbed your hand, pulling you so you were standing in between her legs. She rests one of her hands on your waist, the other hand lacing with one of your own.

“Come here then.” You smile.

Leaning down you press your lips against Yelena’s, tenderly at first but soon your longing and your loneliness from the day take over. You deepen the kiss, your hand moving to cup her face as you do so.

Yelena feels the tension in her shoulders begin to dissipate, your touch calming her, undoing the knots in her stomach. She hadn't realised how long she had been without your touch, cooped up all day alone in her office. She sighs against your lips, pulling away as she does.

“Are you finished for the day?” You question, both your hands now cupping her face.

Yelena nods, leaning her head further into the palm of your hand. Relishing in your touch. You see the corner of her mouth crinkle upwards. Reflexively you rub your thumb downwards across her cheek, coming to rest on the upturned corner of her mouth.

“Let's get out of this room then, yeah?”

Yelena nods again. This time moving her hands to cover yours, pulling them off her face, and clasping them within her own. As she stands, her lips meet yours once again. Only a brief peck, but you feel the emotion behind it. The silent, thank you for checking up on me.

[cptnleviackerman]

eren decides the back seat is the perfect place to make the reader cum

eren jaeger x f!reader

during a roadtrip with their friends eren decides the back seat is the perfect place to make the reader cum.

words: 500

warnings: fingering, exhibitionism sort of, public sex sort of, people are in the car while eren is fingering the reader

“Shhh shhh, baby you need to keep quiet.” Eren whispered gently into your ear, “do you like this? knowing that one wrong move or sound from you could result in us getting caught? or is that what you want? you want all our friends to hear how desperate you are for me?”

You screwed your eyes shut, ignoring Eren’s taunts. He was currently knuckle deep in your cunt, thrusting in and out of you mercilessly, and you were beyond grateful to whoever had decided you should travel overnight. To anyone who happened to glance back at you it would just look like the both of you were asleep, a blanket covering your bodies, leaving only your heads visible. Your face resting in the crook of Eren’s neck, an unreadable look on his face.

The only sounds filling the car were Sasha’s light snores and the playlist Connie had made for your group roadtrip. And you intended to keep it that way.

You were forcing yourself to keep quiet, knowing full well Eren wanted you to break. The risk of you being heard making it more fun for him. While he sat next to you, making no noise whatsoever.

Bastard.

Eren had a smirk plastered on his face as he curled his fingers upward, his thumb lightly grazing against your clit, making your hips buck up, tiny whimpers escaping your lips as he did so. You slapped your free hand over your mouth, in an effort to stifle anymore moans, your other hand still clutching Eren’s shirt.

“That's right, you're such a good girl for me aren't you?”

Your cunt clenched around Eren’s fingers at his words, his brutal pace never ceasing. Just by the addition of the light pressure against your clit you felt yourself hurtle even closer to the release you so desperately craved. You buried your face further into Eren’s neck, trying to stop any noises that wanted to escape, god you did not want any of your friends to hear you cum.

“I can feel you getting close, be a good girl and cum around my fingers won't you?”

You nod your head, but, unsure if Eren could see your response you hum quietly as well. The vibrations tickled Eren’s neck, bringing a smile onto his face and replacing the smirk he had been wearing throughout his teasing. Eren knew you wanted to please him, he knew you wanted to be a good girl for him. And so, when you finally came around his fingers, he smiled at you, a pure and toothy grin. As if he hadn't been fingering you for the last fuck-knows-how many minutes. A look of glee lighting up his eyes as he brought his fingers up to his mouth and sucked them clean.

“That's my girl.”

[cptnleviackerman]

levi ackerman x gn!reader

based on the prompt "all you do is drink coffee and say bad words" from this prompt list

info: modern au, fluff, lowkey domestic

words: 800

“All you do is drink coffee and say bad words.” Levi scoffs lightly, rolling his eyes at you.

Shifting his body slightly he picks up his cup, as if compelled to do so just by you mentioning the word coffee, and you watch as he takes a sip from his cup. A cup you know for a fact is filled with tea, not coffee, but you enjoy pushing your boyfriend’s buttons so that little fact is not going to stop you from teasing him.

“You know,” you continue on, ignoring the cool glance Levi gives you, “I really think coffee is your thing.”

You pause, waiting to see if Levi is going to answer your nonsense.

He doesn’t.

Instead, he moves to put down his now empty cup, placing it delicately on top of the coaster he dragged you out and practically forced you to buy after he saw that you had left a tiny coffee stain on your bedside table. It was nothing, and he wouldn't have even noticed if not for Hange.

They had come over to your place one night, and perhaps the two of you had gotten a little tipsy. And perhaps the two of you had spent the evening running around your apartment and giggling like little kids. Until eventually they had collapsed on your bed, much to Levi’s horror, and had pointed out the small stain on the table.

“You know how people have their things? Like how Hange is always up for late night trips literally anywhere because they’re a bundle of never ending energy? Or how, if you ever need to make any kind of decision Erwin is the guy you go to? Because he absolutely adores debating, and making pros and cons lists?”

Levi hums in agreement at that, remembering the time he made the mistake of asking Erwin where he should take you for your anniversary. Only to end up almost three hours late coming home that day because Erwin had brought out his whiteboard, something he said he “only does for emergencies”, and then insisted Levi stay until they sorted it out.

They did sort it out. It was an unforgettable anniversary.

“Yeah. It’s like that with you and coffee.”

You grin, looking towards Levi, and he rolls his eyes at you again, but you know there’s no malice behind it. He likes it when you tease him. Lord knows he does it to you plenty.

You swing yourself around, moving to place your legs across Levi’s lap, closing your eyes, you place your arms behind your head. And you're just about to continue teasing him when you feel his cool hands on your ankles.

You let out a small yelp of surprise as Levi manoeuvres your legs off of him, predicting your reaction before you even have time to speak.

“Don’t.” He hushes you, laughing slightly at the pout on your face. “Give me your hands.”

Doing as he asks you stick out your hands, letting him pull your body towards him and into his lap.

“Ah I knew you loved me really.” You tease, despite feeling flustered at his movements, your cheeks growing warm as his eyes study your face.

Levi rests his hands on your upper thighs as you settle on his lap, straddling him, while your fingers find their way into his hair.

“Don’t be so dramatic, you know I love you.”

Your smile widens at his words, your body demanding to be closer to him as you feel the warmth begin to spread to places other than your face.

“I know.” You whisper, leaning down so your lips meet his.

Levi deepens the kiss immediately, as if he had been waiting all afternoon for you to kiss him. His hands lightly kneading your thighs, earning a small groan of pleasure from you. Every part of him overwhelms you. His scent is the only thing you can smell. His body is the only thing you can feel, as his hands roam across your lower body. The sounds he makes as his tongue invades your mouth are the only things you can hear, the lewd sounds seemingly turned up to 100. As if just being this close to him heightens your senses to the max, but only those to do with him. Everything else is drowned out by Levi.

You whine slightly as he pulls away, breathing heavily as you attempt to slow your racing heart. Levi has a smirk on his face, evidently pleased with your current state. He presses a gentle kiss to the side of your mouth, leaning towards your ear and whispering,

“Don't tell anyone that my thing is coffee, okay?”