#snk drabble

[amywritesthings]

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

i got you xo

window shopping.

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

"Nice to Mint You."

You're met with deep, disappointed silence.

"Jasmine-d to Meet You."

An unimpressed baritone groan rumbles against your cheek.

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

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

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

"Enough."

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

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

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

Lieutenant and Captain.

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

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

"I'm wounded."

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

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

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

"A real snooze."

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

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

"Shhh."

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

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

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

"They don't."

"Uh-huh."

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

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

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

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

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

"Who said I wanted to own one?"

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

A pause settles.

His tongue clicks against the roof of his mouth.

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

"Then what do you wanna name it?"

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

"Indulge me."

"Fine. Got one."

"Sure."

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

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

"...Humanity's Strongest Brew."

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

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

"Mmm!"

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

"I swear, James—"

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

"Fuck off."

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

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

"Wait!"

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

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

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

"Levi—"

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

"Not laughing so hard now, huh?"

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

[hash1ras]

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𝐚𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬

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part 2 here

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[youre-ackermine]

⋆⁺₊❅. Celebration ⋆⁺₊❅.

❅ Prompt 06 "Office Holiday party"

❅ Characters Levi x Fem!reader - Erwin

❅ Content Modern AU / Coworkers / Making out / Suggestive

❅ Warning Suggestive / MDNI 18+

❅Wordcount 1765 approx.

❅ Requested by @sixpennydame

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

⋆⁺₊❅.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I…I didn't want to…lose focus."

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

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

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

"Guess I’m not one for parties."

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

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

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

He turned his attention back to you.

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

The praise caught you off guard.

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

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

"You’re an amazing leader, Levi."

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

"You're not too bad yourself."

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

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

Levi snorted. "Not happening."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Levi," you whispered.

"Yes?" His voice was soft.

"Thank you. For this. For everything."

The grip of his hand tightened slightly on your waist.

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

But you wanted to, in more ways than one.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

⋆⁺₊❅.

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

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

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

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

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

"Hmm… Nothing."

His brow furrowed and you chuckled awkwardly.

"Really."

⋆⁺₊❅.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That was all Levi needed to hear.

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

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

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

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

❅ All graphics by me

❅ ❤︎ REBLOGS APPRECIATED ❤︎ ❅

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[the-traveling-poet]

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Idk what this one even is, but it came to mind :)

Content ~ Levi Ackerman x GN!Reader, fluff

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Evening fell seemingly much quicker than dawn had risen today, leaving you tucking your jacket tighter around your shoulders as gusty winds whipped your hair this way and that across your face.

A sudden touch to your shoulder so warm, you could have mistaken it for the heat of a midsummer's evening, if you hadn't known any better.

A steaming mug of tea was offered to you freely, your lover standing now at your side seemingly unbothered by the current weather.

Levi always was; unbothered to most things but your discomfort; he always aware of your silent needs.

[lady-boketto]

Difference in Taste! (Random Drabble)

A/n: Honestly this was one of those random scenarios that pop up in your head and unlike the other ones I had to write this one out, I also included a lot of characters so I put it under the cut

It's one of those rare afternoons where you have the pleasure of passing the time not really doing anything but relishing in the peaceful comfort of your home with your beloved partner.

Not wanting to waste the opportunity of your significant other's already sparse time, you were determined to spend some quality time with them as you thought the day was perfect for a outdoor picnic with bright blue skies and the temperatures being well above the average day, yet the day was still accompanied by a slight breeze with the warm summer air.

As you walked with your arm linked with your partner through the field you both wandered into, your eyes scanned the surrounding for a perfect spot to set up your picnic blanket when your irises catch a nearby oak tree that is providing a nice umbrella of shade.

With the blanket set up nicely in the shade of oak tree, your significant other is already starting to unpack all your belongings and placing them down eagerly on the soft fabric of the blanket, clearly overjoyed to relax with their love one while also enjoying the food the both of you had spent the better part of the morning preparing.

while in their warm embrace you decide to fill the silence with mindless conversation, it's mostly what has captured your attention that day (whether it's mindless banter or enticing gossip you have to tell, your significant other is always listening with a smile with on their face while trying to keep the conversation to the best of their ability) while in the middle of answering your previous thought of what would be the most diabolical smash or pass topic, you think of a another thought that would hopefully shake your partner's thoughts and they finally stumble over their words.

" How do you think I'd taste? what you you think?"

Those whose minds thought you meant food wise:

JJK: Kiyotaka Ijichi, Utahime Iori, Yuta, Miwa, Takuma Ino, Mahito

AOT: Zeke, Annie, Bertholdt, Mikasa, Hange

Inuyasha: Ayame, Ginta, Hakkaku, Inuyasha, Kikiyo, Sango

CoD: Gaz, Konig, Roze, Kleo, Gus, Farah, Soap

Demon Slayer: Mitsuri, Giyuu, Rengoku, Kanae, Akaza, Daki, Makio

RDR2: Arthur, John, Bill, Molly, Kieran, Mary-Beth, Lenny, Swanson, Pearson, Mary, Lemuel Fike

Those who are confused on how to answer because they understand both meanings:

JJK: Nanami, Nobara, Megumi, Maki, Mai, Noritoshi, Choso

AOT: Erwin, Levi, Onyankopon

Inuyasha: Kagome, Kagura, Sesshomaru

CoD: Price, Ghost, Rodolfo, Chuy, Laswell, Alex

Demon Slayer: Urokodaki, Tamayo, Gyomei, Kagaya Ubuyashiki, Kokushibo, Hinatsuru, Obanai

RDR2: Abigail, Charles, Hosea, Trelawny, Sadie, Grimshaw, Tilly, Black Belle, Bonnie

Those whose minds went straight into the gutter:

JJK: Gojo, Yuji, Shoko Ieiri, Toji, Geto, Yuki Tsukumo, Mei Mei, Inumaki, Todo, Naoya

AOT: Armin, Jean, Colt, Reiner, Porco, Eren, Mike, Conny

Inuyasha: Hiten, Jakotsu, Koga, Miroku, Naraku, Toga

CoD: Nova, Alejandro, Enzo Reyes, Horangi, Valeria, Graves, Makarov

Demon Slayer: Shinobu, Uzui, Sanemi, Shinjuro, Muzan, Doma, Gyutaro, Suna

RDR2: Dutch, Javier, Karen, Micah, Sean, Eagle Flies, Flaco, Madam Nazar

[sugawara-levi]

the beach! with Reiner

cuddly Reiner imagine <3

established relationship, g/n reader

You place your towels right next to each other, they’re the same size and type but his look so much smaller under him.

He will want to stay as close as possible to you because he just loves your skin. Can’t get enough of it. That poor boy.

It’s so hot though. The weather. And his touch on top of it.

You want him to hold you because you know how much he loves to have you close.

But it’s just so fucking warm.

You’re quite literally melting into his touch and not in the good way.

How is he not affected by this?

You turn over to the side to look at him, his hand draped all over your stomach.

Of course, the big oaf is asleep.

Seeing this as a chance you skimmy out from underneath his plate-sized hand. You are soon freed, but your towel is not.

Oh well, a golden opportunity to check out the water temperature.

As soon as you leave he wakes up though. Looking around confused as to where his baby went until he sees you just by the water.

He stays back, enjoy the sun, enjoy the view of you.

You test the water with your toes, splash about a bit as you walk further out, looking at the sand between your toes. When you turn to look back at him you see that he’s now awake.

You ask him if he wants to join for a swim, but not yet he says, he just wants to watch you enjoy yourself right now.

When you get back your body is cool from the bath, you’re dripping everywhere including on him. He doesn’t mind, just smiles and asks you if it was nice.

Yea, it was very nice, he should’ve joined.

He will soon, he says.

He just wants to hold you a bit more first.

This time it’s not that overwhelming when he wraps his body around yours. His hair tickles your face and you giggle into each other.

When he’s content you go for another swim, together this time.

©sugawara-levi, do not copy or republish

[ilex-opacus]

Erwin Smith is a cat person AND HERE’S WHY!!

jk i think him being a dog OR cat person is believable but I saw someone say him being a cat person after all would be a funny twist and then I realised how much sense it made.

Most people expect Erwin to be a dog person.You know – dogs are loyal, willing, can be easily trained to do X in promise of Y. They can be trained so well, in fact, that you don’t even need to give them a reward - their faith in you is that innate and complete that they will fetch or roll over or indeed lie down even if all you offer them afterwards is a cursory “well done, good job, smart boy.” And while Erwin admits that dogs would indeed, out of the choice between them and their feline counterparts, make better soldiers, it is foolish to think that what he values in his men is what he values in his personal companionships as well. And while dogs can be used for labour, they are - like cats - primarily for companionship. Erwin has always struggled to be close to his men precisely because they are so loyal, blindly and self-flaggelisingly so. They would do anything he asked, some of them, and these men make the best soldiers and the worst friends, because they fill him with a deep sense of guilt and remorse at having to demand such loyalty from them in the first place.

Cats, he finds, are much nicer creatures when friendship is the game. 

Cats are not like dogs. They are cold, aloof, unfriendly, and smart. They never trust you, merely tolerate you, and they are impossible to trick or fool. They switch their mood as easily as the wind turns, and even if you treat them nicely they are not guaranteed to even pass gas in your undeserving direction. To put it simply, befriending a cat is a challenge, a task, a mission that requires skill, understanding, and patience. Erwin has always been told to know his enemy, and the same is true with cats.

But cats present a worthwhile reward, if you can manage to commit yourself to the time-consuming, intellectual task of taming them. Where dogs are stupid and overbearing in their affection - which, albeit admittedly nice, can feel overwhelming and ill-deserved at times - cats are conservative with such pleasantries. And so, when they finally deign to butt the side of your leg with their furry little heads or mewl endearingly as they trot up to you, it feels like a real victory, it feels like something you unequivocally deserve. And if Erwin needs anything, it is the type of love he feels as if he actually deserves. Not love that is won from simply being the bigger and smarter life form, but love that is won through being good to those below you, from understanding their wants and needs and not needing to have them sit subservient beneath you and awaiting your orders.

Cats are quieter, too. Stiller things. Dogs are loud, always barking like they’ve had to suddenly scream out a battle plan, always moving and jumping in circles like they’re nervous or preparing to flee. But cats move with a slow grace, an unbothered laxness; a cat does not know, care, or act as if they are in a war. A cat is greater than that - supersedes such petty mortal happenings. A cat can’t sniff for bombs or point to alert you to a fallen soldier’s position on the field, because cats represent something greater than conflict. Cats were only ever partially domesticated, never brought fully into the human way of life. They are transient, they are beings of luxury and calmness and independence. Maybe, Erwin thinks, if the world were comprised more of cats - solitary, intelligent, wary - and less of dogs - obedient, unthinking, impulsive - there would be no need for wars to begin with. And yet that is not how things have turned out. The world is a catastrophic mix of cats and dogs, and we get on with each other just as well. In truth, though, the world is made up entirely of humans, and we are the cause of our own pain.

But Erwin likes cats. He likes the small, happy noises they make and the deep, constant, reassuring rumble of them purring contentedly against his chest. He likes how they can be relied upon to find their own food and water, how they do not look up to him as someone who should, and unfailingly will, provide. They are more his equal than some humans are, and he tries very hard (and subsequently fails) not to feel guilty about that. In the meantime, he scratches between their ears and watches those sly, sharp eyes glinting from amidst the small mass of black fur. It reminds him of someone, and he thinks that also plays quite a large part in why he likes them best.

[solciego]

The mission outside the walls is more intense than expected. The Titans in that area are more aggressive and numerous, prompting the commander to make the decision to order an early return to headquarters. As they venture into a forest, the rain begins to fall, turning the terrain slippery. Visibility is significantly reduced, making the task of keeping the Titans at bay even more challenging.

Amidst the chaos and torrential rain, an abnormal emerges out of nowhere, cornering them. Mikasa reacts quickly, facing and distracting it while Jean and the others escape. But before they can retreat, the Titan lunges at them, causing them to stagger. Jean struggles to maintain balance on the muddy ground as Mikasa quickly rises to confront the Titan once more.

Jean's concern for Mikasa's safety compels him to act without a second thought. He quickly gets up, his body aching from the impact under the torrential rain. He pushes his way towards her, trying to stand firm amidst the challenging conditions.

Despite the difficulty, his determination strengthens as he sees Mikasa in danger.

As he approaches the Titan, each movement with the maneuver gear becomes heavier and more complicated due to the muddy and slippery terrain. With every lunge from the Titan, Jean skillfully dodges and counterattacks. With a swift spin, he manages to distract it enough for Mikasa to get away.

"Mikasa, run!" Jean shouts, his voice blending with the rain. "I'll cover you!"

She hesitates for a second, and instead of retreating as he had told her, she grips her sword firmly and lunges at the Titan. Jean leans on his sword, breathing heavily. The rain continues to fall, the drops hitting his face, mingling with the sweat and exhaustion.

Their gaze meets, and without a word, a silent understanding is established between them. They launch into the attack, moving in perfect synchrony. Jean takes the lead, distracting the Titan. Mikasa, on the other hand, seizes every opportunity he provides, attacking with unmatched ferocity.

In a moment of opportunity, Jean guides the Titan towards a more slippery terrain. The rain had turned the area into a natural trap field. With a swift motion, he slides behind the Titan and plunges his sword into a vulnerable spot. Mikasa seizes the moment and launches her attack, forcefully severing the Titan's tendons, rendering it immobile. Together, with one final effort, they deliver a simultaneous blow, piercing the vital spot in the Titan's neck.

In the midst of the battlefield, they gaze at each other, their hearts pounding fiercely from the intensity of the fight.

"Mikasa..." Jean says, his voice getting caught in his throat for a moment.

She approaches him, her steps slow and cautious.

"Thank you, Jean," Mikasa whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of the rain.

Jean feels those two words resonating deep within his being. The intensity of the moment still clings to his mind, and as he breathes heavily, his focus settles on Mikasa's dark, drenched hair and the indiscernible gleam in her eyes.

In that instant, Jean finds himself lost in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He wonders a million things and simultaneously nothing at all. The raindrops sliding down Mikasa's face, her flushed cheeks, and her expression leave him breathless.

Perhaps it's the intensity of the moment they just shared that overwhelms him with emotions. Maybe it's the persistent rain, adding a touch of melancholy. But as he sees her there, in the middle of the rain, Jean can't help but reflect on how much she means to him.

In an impulsive act, he had thrown himself into danger to protect her without hesitation. He had forced his feelings to remain hidden in the shadows, aware of the deep bonds that tied Mikasa to Eren. However, in the midst of all that, his thoughts overflow, and he wonders if it will always be this way.

The rain continues to fall.

[nixie-writes-aot]

Bittersweet Memories

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort

Characters: Levi Ackerman, Erwin Smith

Prompt: Underground City // Childhood Memories

Author's Note: It has been a While since I wrote anything that isn't oc x canon or reader x character hdjjddj. Yesterday was a good ecperience in getting used to the almost melancholic way of how I want to write most of these

Levi had gotten used to the respect that everyone seemed to maintain, even when they were shitting on the Survey Corps and Erwin. The way his name seemed to be the first word they thought in relation to the Survey Corps. It was even more outstanding how much pride Trost especially seemed to gain as the date approached. Levi leaned against the door frame, watching Erwin with lidded eyes. Those blue eyes seemed capable of hiding so much. Yet, from Levi it didn't seem Erwin had much to hide. Anymore, at least.

"Did you know my father was a teacher?" Erwin suddenly spoke up, peering up at Levi from his desk.

Levi furrowed his brows, "You've mentioned. Something about wanting to find truth." Levi stated, "The fuck is this about?"

Erwin sighed with a low chuckle, "The musings of an old man, that's all." Erwin frowned, "... Who sacrificed so many. One has to wonder, Levi, if this was the right course of action when so many died."

Levi pushed off of the wall, approaching Erwin's desk. "What happened to that whole dedicate your heart bullshit then? You're a soldier, don't come at me with that sappy shit." He scoffed.

The blonde smiled, "As tactful as ever, Levi. Thank you for the reminder. I care about you too."

Levi sighed, turning around. "Whatever, Erwin." Despite his seeming annoyed, he was rather appreciative that Erwin knew what he was saying. Yet there was a certain level of resignation and melancholy in Erwin's voice, mentioning his father. It made Levi think back to a similar moment. It made him think about the last time he let himself actually enjoy a moment.

Levi hadn't been but hardly ten, capable of taking down grown men. It was what Kenny taught him, of course, and he knew it well. By then, Kenny had already departed. Long gone in a crowd of people cheering on Levi in a fight, his first, that he had won. Levi could remember looking up, pride swelling up and hoping Kenny felt the same only for his heart to shatter when his only caretaker turned away. Levi never understood why. Well, until he spoke with him. Levi could at least be appreciative of the man's candor while he was dying. Memories of the past, of the dead, were all Levi had anymore. All anyone who went through that hell had, a time where Levi was sure Farlan would've agreed with him before Isabel said something stupidly optimistic.

Levi still missed them.

Levi wished he could've settled things with so many ghosts of the past. Kenny, Farlan, Isabel, his squad. Levi lingered in the doorway, "The right course is the course where they don't die in vain, shitty brows." He huffed, "We have to give their deathes meaning."

Erwin only hummed in acknowledgment, "Dismissed, Levi."

Taglist: @leviweek2023

[moechies]

“armin— gimme y’r c—cum . . “

you whine into armin’s neck, soft blonde locks tickling against your temples. “ ‘min . .”

“fuck— fuck, hold on,”

the poor boys loosing his composure, your warm soppy cunt warped gorgeously around his sore cock. he’s dizzy with the way you’re riding his taut cock, bouncing up and down his lap at a dragged pace, your chubby ass dropping against his meaty thighs before you lift your hips again.

“‘s good. so good— pretty—“

“‘minnn— cum in me ‘ready, please . .”

you sniffle, wrapping your arms tight around his neck. you press a wet his to the shell of his ear, feeling the man shiver below you with a low, sultry moan. “y’r big,” you cry, tossing your head back. “c—can’t anymore—!”

“no, you can. just a little more, a little more for ‘min, okay.” armin grumbles, mouth agape with his brows furrowed. his fingers dig into the chub of your hips, burning indents of his digits pressed into your skin — almost as if branding you.

“‘m gonna cum, baby. baby, don’t slow, please—“ he’s rambling. it’s your favorite part of fucking the weak, weak man — his stupid rambles against your chest, the apple of his palms traveling all across your body now and not merely still on your hips.

his left arm comes to wrap behind your body, pulling you in close until you feel his soft skin pressed up against yours. his right hand comes to palm at your naked breasts, fondling them so gently it’s turning them sensitive.

his arm wrapped around your back drops to the curve of your ass, armin’s middle finger tittering gently across your golden skin to press into your puckered ass.

you yelp, pussy twitching when you feel armin press the tip of his finger into the rim of your ass, mewling quietly as he shushes you,

“‘m—min . . y’r dirty . . dirty p—pervert.” you shake your butt a tad, the foreign fill unfamiliar.

“am . . i’m sorry baby, so, so sorry— don’t stop. please,”

his finger motions slightly, pumping erratically at the same pace of his cock impaling your pussy. you cry, soft pussy sore and aching. “min, min . . please . . “

“i know. please . . keep goin’ hun. inside to make it up to my baby? alrigh’?”

[cheriecoke]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ LEAVING LIPSTICK STAINS ON LEVI

fem!reader, sfw, fluff, you leave lipstick all over levi before a mission and the scouts find out, just something super cutesy & short while i work on some longer pieces hehe, pls ignore errors lol, 1.3k words

“promise you’ll come back in one piece?” you say, smoothing the wrinkle between levi’s brow with a kiss. 

he glances up at you from under his lashes, crinkling his nose as a short, breathy laugh escapes him, one he tries to subdue. still, he can’t deny the happiness that slips onto his features, not when joy is so fleeting because of the life that the two of you live. 

cold hands run across your back, down to your hips as you straighten his collar, kissing his sharp cheekbones, the bridge of his nose. “i’ve made it this far, haven’t i?” levi mutters, squeezing your sides gently before shifting you off of his lap.

he lifts you, sets you on the edge of his desk, causing some of the papers that erwin had dropped off earlier to crinkle. a smile graces your lips as levi stands, stretching his limbs behind him, the chair pushing away from the desk with a creak.

“i’m going to be late because of you,” levi remarks, eyes narrowed playfully, but he gives you another kiss on the lips, lingering there like it’s painful to pull away.

“then stop kissing me.” your hands splay across his chest, but you don’t push him away, feeling his heart beat under his ribcage, the melody that you will always come back to. still, levi tugs your hips forward, slots in between your legs, and kisses you even deeper. “it’s time for you to go, captain levi.” 

a heavy sigh weighs against your mouth, his exhale warm as he pulls back. “sounds like you want me gone.” 

“of course i don’t.” your voice softens as you play with his fingers for a moment, before he's tugging them away gently, withdrawing from your figure. “i'm going to have to find someone else to sleep next to while you’re away."

normally, you would’ve been going with levi and the rest of the scouts, but an injury from your last mission prevented you from going on any more for a few weeks. 

levi snorts, putting on his jacket, fixing the leather straps across his chest. “is that all i’m good for? killing titans and keeping your bed warm?”

you make a face at him, then shrug, half-hearted as he stares back at you with amusement. then, you laugh, cheerful and free; you know levi will come back to you. he has no other choice. 

levi makes his way towards the door. 

“levi?” 

he turns, the lipstick stains still visible on his cheek, dark against his pale skin. for a moment, you wonder if you should tell him—if he’d be mad if you didn’t. 

but then you remember he’s going to meet with a squad of fifteen year olds that have all almost died alongside him. if they really have a problem with their captain being loved by you, then they don’t care about him as much as you thought. 

you smile and shake your head, voice holding just enough mischief for levi to notice. “just be safe. i love you.” 

he softens. there are times where levi is hesitant to say the words, still worried you will be taken from him. but this is not one of those times. not when you will be separated for days, his life once again in danger. “i love you too, sweetheart.”

within ten minutes, levi is down to the first floor, pushing into the room where the members of his squad are already waiting. 

he’s only a minute late, but he feels like they must have been waiting for hours, the way that they are all gawking at him with wide eyes, connie’s jaw faltering slightly. “everyone here?” levi asks, doing a quick scan of the room, counting heads like he’s their babysitter. 

no one says anything. eren’s eyes look like they might bulge out of his head, and jean covers his mouth, looking away as him and sasha let out a stifled giggle. 

levi’s mouth draws into an even thinner line. “what the hell are you snickering about?" he grumbles, looking at each of them individually, wondering who will be the first to confess. 

their eyes dart away dramatically, faces red. even eren, who is normally more obnoxious than the rest, seems to have run out of words to say. 

his eye twitches; levi wonders if connie’s head might burst, or if sasha’s laugh will rip out of her first. 

“well?” levi asks again, snapping, already tired of this mission. a hot cup of tea sounds nice, in bed next to you.

armin, as usual, is the one to speak up when no one else has anything intelligent to say. “well, sir,” the blonde says, gesturing towards his own face. “i think…”

levi touches his cheek, remembering all the places you’d kissed him earlier, wearing that pretty black dress and your dark lipstick. a sigh leaves him when he pulls his fingers away, the tips coming back, smeared with a deep red. 

he should've known.

“i see," levi says, staring for a moment, before meeting eren's eyes, his lips finally widening into a grin.

“ooooh," eren sings, his expression smug as mikasa elbows him, her own features pinched tight. "the captain’s in looooove."

levi knows they are expecting a reaction, a spectacle of the fact that he adores you. but he’s never kept it a secret, and he’s certainly not ashamed of all the things he feels for you. 

“and what if i am?” levi asks instead, pointedly staring eren down as the rest of the scouts watch the exchange. “honestly, i am surprised no one noticed sooner.”

eren’s jaw falters a bit; a small wave of silence falls over the scouts. you and levi don't make a point of hiding your relationship, but really, levi shouldn’t have been surprised that no one in his squad was observant enough to notice. 

or so he thought, anyway.

historia’s smaller, high-pitched voice breaks up the quiet, repeating your name back to him, as if affirmation that you’re the one he kisses goodnight. a silly question really, considering levi has never looked at anyone else with the same kind of tenderness. 

“it is her, isn’t it?” historia asks, smiling softly. “i only know because you’re always holding hands under the table when you think no one can see.”

levi raises his eyebrow. “clearly we were wrong about that.” though, of all the things to notice, he thought it’d be the way you kiss him after every mission, the way he’s harder on you than anyone else because he doesn’t want to lose you.

eren shrieks your name like he’s never heard it before, and levi is starting to wonder if the boy actually is an idiot. his old squad had known immediately; petra caught you sneaking up to levi’s quarters when you thought everyone else was asleep, kissing him on the cheek when you thought everyone's back was turned. 

it’s been a long time since then, he supposes. maybe the years have taught you subtlety. 

“how long have you been together?”

“does she actually like you?” 

“do you—” connie makes a lewd gesture with his fingers. “you know.” 

“connie!” jean shouts, whacking him on the back of the head. “what do you think! dumbass.” 

“hey!" connie says, rubbing his head. “geez. i just can’t picture it.” 

"i’d rather you didn’t." levi’s face turns sour, disturbed by a room full of teenagers discussing his private and romantic life. “bring it up again and i’ll leave you outside of the wall on the next mission.” he pauses, crosses his arms with an exasperated exhale. “and she likes me just fine. at least, she has for the past five years.” 

“five—” 

a new wave of questioning starts and levi pinches his temples, shakes his head, the red smear of lipstick still on his face.

levi almost wishes you could’ve been there to field the questions instead. you’ve always been better with the kids, connected with them a lot easier than levi had.

even if it was would’ve exposed his lovesick eyes, the tiny lift of the corner of his mouth when you were around.

he’s never been very good about hiding it anyway.

[amywritesthings]

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

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

Hope you had a nice week ❤️

hallo-sleepover '24! / accepting.

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

first fall.

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

Colors.

The trees change colors on the surface.

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

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

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

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

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

Leaves.

Red leaves.

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

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

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

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

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

You don’t care.

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

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

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

But up here?

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

The start of autumn.

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

No two trees are alike.

“The hell’d you run out for?”

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

Then he pauses.

Sees, what you see.

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

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

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

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

“What was the last one?”

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

“Hm.”

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

“I see it.”

His statement isn’t said with annoyance but amusement.

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

“Well don’t stare at me.”

“I’m not.”

“Liar.”

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

“Snow?” you repeat. “What’s that?”

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

Snow.

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

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

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

A promise.

To see everything, anything, together.

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

Nodding, you squeeze his hand back.

“Yeah. Together.”

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decided to make another one since y’all loved the first one sm hehe | part 1 here

[youre-ackermine]

⋆⁺₊❅. Sweater Weather ⋆⁺₊❅.

❅ Prompt 27 "Ugly sweaters"

❅ Characters Levi x Gn!reader - Hange - Moblit - Miche

❅ Content Modern AU / SFW / Non-binary Hange

❅ Warning Swearwords / Slightly suggestive

❅ Wordcount 845 approx.

❅ Requested by @littlerequiem

“I’m not wearing this.”

Perched on the edge of the bed, Levi was scowling at the woolen monstrosity in his lap.

The hideous, garish knitted crap was not the only reason that got him so grouchy. As if the icy roads and blinding snow weren’t enough torture, the car heater breaking down halfway through the drive to the chalet had pissed him off to no end.

Yet, it was nothing compared to the sensory overload that had hit him like a slap in the face as soon as you had finally crossed the threshold together, snow melting off your boots and chilled to the bone.

Hange had welcomed you with a beaming smile, their reindeer antlers headband bobbing ridiculously as they had pulled Levi in a crushing hug that had knocked the wind out of him.

They had plucked your suitcase off your hands and shown you around the house with unconcealed pride, raising their voice to cover the Christmas songs blasting away in the living-room and blabber about how long it had taken them and Moblit to decorate, the poor man failing to tone down their festive enthusiasm, thus ending in an eyesore of multicoloured blinking lights, glittering tinsels and kitschy ornaments.

Visibly weary after hours of dealing with his friend’s antics, said man was currently slumped in the couch, nursing a glass of amber liquid as he stared into space, barely waving as you greeted him on your way to the stairs.

“We need help for the food and other stuff down there, so don’t fool around too long!” they had said -with what they intended as an impish wink but ended up blinking instead- before closing the door of your bedroom upstairs.

You turned from the wardrobe where you were hanging your coats, raising an eyebrow at his statement.

“I don’t think you have much of a choice, given you agreed to come,” you smirked.

“And I already regret it,” he groaned, fingers clutching at the fabric.

“Oh, c’mon Vi!” you urged him on, plopping down on the bed and prodding him in the ribs. “It’s festive!”

He grabbed your hand to push it back.

“What’s festive about my best friend roping me into this kind of crap whenever they get the chance?” he spat, his brow furrowing deeper with irritation.

“Don’t be so dramatic!” You scooted closer to him, your hand now resting on his thigh.

Your voice softened.

“You knew the sweater contest was the highlight of Hange’s party, right?”

He cursed under his breath. “Course I knew, but…”

His face puckered into an adorable pout.

“But what?” You whispered, gently drawing circles over his thigh with your thumb. “Why did you agree if it miffes you so much?”

“Tch, as if I could say no,” he sighed. ”Ever.”

“What?” You chuckled. “Why?”

He seemed reluctant but replied nonetheless.

“Hange’s my friend, my best friend, and you..” he trailed off.

“Me?”

“Yeah, you.” He pointed a finger close to your face. “You paired up with them and pulled me down into your shitty trap!”

As much as you wanted to act offended, you laughed and moved closer to him instead.

He didn’t resist when your hand slid up his toned chest to push him down slowly.

“You mean you can’t resist me?” you teased in a low voice, crawling over him as soon as he lay on the comfortable mattress.

A faint blush crept up his cheeks and he averted his gaze, muttering something unintelligible.

“So… you’ll wear it?” you whispered with your sultriest tone, your hot breath tickling his ear.

“Nn-noo,” he moaned, trying his best to resist the soft caress of your thumb on his lower lip.

“Please, Levi,” you murmured, “do it for me!”

“Wh-why would I?” He was panting now.

“Because you love me,” you breathed seductively before kissing that sensitive spot under his ear.

He gasped.

“Ff-fuck! O-okay, I’ll wear whatever you want but…” his hands rested on your waist and his lips sought yours, “but just kiss me already!”

You couldn’t help but smile at the endearing desperation in his tone and leaned in to kiss him.

As your lips met his in a soft touch, the door burst open, allowing both Hange’s off-key caroling -which had been conveniently muffled so far- and a blond hairy mug to invade your bubble and stop you dead.

“The hell you doing, sasquatch?” Levi snapped. “Never learned to knock?”

You rolled over the bed and stood up, smoothing down your shirt.

“Glad to see you too, midget,” he smirked. “Everybody’s here by now, so drag your pretty ass downstairs and make yourself useful for once!”

“Shit!” Levi hissed between his teeth.

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Five minutes later, you dragged Levi downstairs, his ugly sweater matching yours, his face sourer than you had ever seen.

Bursts of laughter broke through the loud music from the living-room.

"This is hell," he muttered, pinching his nose.

Before stepping in, you squeezed his hand in yours and placed a kiss on his temple.

“C’mon, Grinch,” you spurred him on. “We’ve got a party to crash.”

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

❅ All graphics by me

❅ ❤︎ REBLOGS APPRECIATED ❤︎ ❅

Holiday drabbles Masterlist

[the-traveling-poet]

Bf!Levi x gn!reader, fluffy sfw

Little domestic life with Levi drabble cause I wanted to get in some warm-up writing done before completing my fic chapters. (I haven’t wrote since like thanksgiving and I’m grieving-)

“Even after all this time?”

Your voice broke the steady silence, hardly even echoing in the previously bare space. Over time, your things had accumulated in his room, taking up its own space in a way that remained minimal still, but a tad more crowded now nonetheless. What was once a simple set up of a bed, a dresser, and a wardrobe, was now decorated with soft curtains along the window trim and a cute little rug near the foot of the bed. Some extra pillows and blankets along the bedspread, a new vanity against a blank wall, two sets of boots and cloaks occupying the full closet space; it was cozier this way, you’d said.

Occasionally he would comment on this with a frown, pointing to how there was more of you to his bedroom than himself; but you’d always catch the softer tone he used to address your shared living space, and the way the corner of his lips would always tick slightly upwards when he tidied up your side of the bed

“Mmh?” Levi hummed, his chin atop your head and arms currently anchored to your waist. He shifted his weight slightly, keeping his chest against your back in a sort of embrace while you went about braiding your hair to the side.

“After all these years…You still smile like that after you kiss me.” You hummed, nuzzling back against his chest and taking a moment to glance up and over at him, seeking out the grey hues that always were trained on you.

A huff of air left his nose, his lips kissing the crown of your head as he mulled over your words.

“You always saw that?” He mumbled against your hair after a moment of pondering a response to your observation.

“I always see you, Lee. Plus…You’re standing in front of the vanity. I can see you now,” you huffed in amusement, jutting your chin towards the reflection only a couple of feet away.

Looking up, Levi met your eyes through the mirror and scowled. Even with his pouty lips turned down in a sort of frown, he looked content. Content with you.

“…You’re a brat.”

“Your brat,” you corrected dismissively, returning your attention to tying off the braid. Though he grumbled, he didn’t deny you, and his hands snaked forward a tad to rest on your lower abdomen.

“Yeah…Yeah, you are. Pretty brat.”

For more Levi Ackerman content, feel free to check out my other masterlists!

[sugawara-levi]

stepbrother!snk x reader

tw: eren: mentions cunt and stepsis

connie: drunk kiss, puke

Eren, we all know he’s the annoying one. Super over the top, always teasing you, calling you names. Cunt. Will call you stepsis while fucking you. Pulling at your hair and breaking your back in doggy style. Would probably talk about his daddy problems while deep inside you, lowkey turns him on.

Reiner is so sweet. You’ve been wanting to feel him for quite a while. I mean, his pack looks… great, so what harm can it do, right? Apparently some harm, like the sweet bunny he is he falls for all your little antics and tricks and attention, and when you finally grab him by the balls he sees stars. You’re not getting rid of that one for a long time.

Jean. You thought Eren was annoying? Think again. This bitch will make you think he really hates you. The typical kindergarten crush, he teases you because he likes you. Or well, eventually. In the beginning he teased you because he was embarrassed he suddenly got a sibling out of the blue, how else was he supposed to deal with it? Well… probably not by falling in love with said sibling’s amazing body and calling them names because he can’t admit how he really feels.

Connie would literally just treat you like any old person. It’s slow with him. You get to know each other, figure out you work well together, watch movies, talk shit. Until one of you stumbles home late and end up drunk kissing the other, that’s how you realised there’s more chemistry than you first thought. Some puke and a nights sleep later you try it again, awkwardly, and it still works.

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