#snk drabbles

[amywritesthings]

Hi babe! Congrats for one year of Silver Underground! 🎶

I was wondering if you could write a little Drabble or one shot of James and Levi in the early days of their relationship. Maybe it’s still a secret from Isabelle and Farlan, and they almost get caught…you know…😏

Love you, Bestie!!😘

hello, my dearest Sailor! Your wish is my command. xo

down bad. / levi ackerman x f!reader

word count: 1.3k summary: you and levi secretly make out before furlan/isabel get home. that's it, that's the horny plot. tags: 18+ minors dni! pre-aot timeline, heavy petting, making out, dry humping, mentions of sex, secret relationship, interruptions, set in the silver underground universe credit: @saradika-graphics for dividers

“Huh.”

You hear Levi’s voice echo from the living room as you climb the stairs to your apartment.

The anticipation of a shower after making deals with some of the cretins of the Underground has kept your tired feet propelling forward, onward, until they come to a stop at the mouth of the door.

One after the other, you kick your boots off beside Levi’s discarded pair to pad gently across the wooden floorboards in dark socks.

He reappears from his bedroom with a furrowed expression, brow holding his apprehension.

“They’re not home.” 

He points a thumb behind his shoulder.

The silence corroborates his findings.

By now, Isabel would have launched herself from your shared bedroom proclaiming sorrow without the two of you around. Furlan barely ever left the living room, and there are only so many places he could go in such a cramped space.

As you drag the apartment’s front door closed and locked, you wipe your hands off on your trousers.

“Where could they be?” you inquire. “I thought they were supposed to meet with that one asshole tomorrow.”

“They are. Maybe they went shopping for food,” he suggests, rolling up his white sleeves to the point of his elbow on the right arm. “Furlan owes you anyway.”

“It was one stolen leftover, Levi.”

“Still owes you,” he chides, fixing up his left arm’s sleeves after. “Doesn’t matter.”

Rolling your eyes, you cross your arms over your chest and stand in the silence.

No one talks.

Someone should, but —

You’re still not used to this — balancing what the hell it means to be James, the friend, and the James that kisses Levi in the shadows.

It’s only been a few times.

A lie — under fifty isn’t a few.

Maybe a hundred, if stolen pecks in passing when you both know the risks qualifies.

At this point, you’ve lost count how many times the two of you have made out. And losing count means that the two of you are prone for mistakes.

(A lack of judgment, if you will.)

Because as soon as it hits — no one’s home — eyes of twin curiosity connect across the room.

At the same moment, at the exact same time, an idea passes telepathically. An argument.

We shouldn’t. 

We never tried in the house. 

We always—

Too late.

He propels towards you with the urgency of losing you and your feet slide against the floorboards with urgency.

Your head tilts and he follows suits, and without an ounce of real thought, his lips claim yours.

Levi’s hands are already trying to open up your shirt, unbuttoning with certainty a starving man wouldn’t have.

You aren’t as controlled — your hands fumble with his vest, angry at the little notches for giving you a problem. “Don’t worry about me,” he mumbles against your mouth, his tongue experimentally poking out to flicker against your lower lip.

“But—”

He abandons your lips and kisses the tiny gemstone on your sternum to make you gasp; a sign of worship, leaving an offering to an altar he created.

Obediently your head drops back, too focused on the heat traveling up your collarbone to your neck.

His lips are always so careful, as if somehow if he presses too hard he’ll bruise you. 

It doesn’t matter how many times your hands grip at your hips. 

It doesn’t matter how many times he backs you into a wall—

Or in this case, a table.

Your hips hit the kitchenette table, faltering your stance. His strong hands find purchase on the plush of your thighs.

“Fall back.”

You pull away from the kiss to finally survey those blue-gray eyes, stormy and benevolent all the same.

Both of your chests heave, though yours is half-revealed and there’s a pink hue of a blush crawling across his cheeks to his ears.

“Wait, what?” you ask him in a huff.

He nods once, lifting your legs only a little for emphasis. “You’re not gonna break it, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“I’m— there are about a dozen other things I’m worried about,” you shout in a whisper. “I don't give a fuck about the integrity of the table."

"Good," he decides, and leans back in for a kiss.

Your hand blocks his lips from finding yours.

"I wasn't done talking," you say. "The other dozen things, Levi, like when are they going to get—”

“I don’t care,” he rasps, too far gone. “We’ll hear the lock.”

“Will we?”

“Yeah.”

“And if we don’t—”

“I’m covering you.”

“Barely.”

“Enough.”

“But the table—”

"So you do care about the table?"

"Well, no, but if it—"

“Fuck the table, James,” he groans, so unlike him that the arousal shoots to your core.

Timid in the moment, you scoot your rear end to the table’s edge and fall back. His arm catches your back to ease you down, but not without kissing down your throat again to pull a short cry from your lips.

His other hand pulls your thigh with him so he can slot his hips between yours, and you both lose your breath at the heated connection of his hips to yours.

You haven’t gotten that far yet, but you damn well wish you could.

His head lifts from your neck so he can stare at your eyes, stalling for content, as the hand on your thigh lifts it.

There’s nothing hotter than your knee caging in his hip, and his hand keeping it there. Nothing.

“You’re wasting time,” you growl in return, dragging him in from the white collar of his shirt. 

He grunts in appreciation and hovers over you, pleased with himself now that you’re virtually beneath him.

His lips find yours, chin tilting to deepen the action. 

Your moan vibrates against his mouth, causing his hand on your thigh to clench the flesh.

You want everything.

In that moment, you realize you’ll do just about anything if it means you get to have him.

Late night trysts, early morning sparring kisses, midday dry humps—

The best kept secret of your entire life.

His hips experimentally roll against yours, and you both moan — probably louder than you ought to. It doesn’t matter, because it spurs him to try it again. Again, again—

And when your hand boldly reaches for his belt, something clicks.

Not in your brain, but at the door.

Trained ears force Levi off of your body, lips and cheeks equal parts reddened.

He whips his attention to the door, fixing his clothes and clearing his breath.

“Calm it with that key, would you?” he calls, voice a little more gruff than before.

He strides across the room, buying you time to fly off of the table and re-button your shirt in your own bedroom.

When you catch your eye, he mouths sorry — but the shit-eating smirk on his face tells you otherwise.

“We’re trying!” Isabel. Shit. You know that whine anywhere.

Levi’s palm slams against the door frame from the other side. “Give me a sec, I’ll open it.”

“Why?” Furlan. He sounds perplexed more than anything. “I almost had the door—”

“You’re gonna break it,” Levi flatly tells him, before finally opening the door.

When you ‘enter’ the room, Furlan and Isabel pour into the apartment with their arms full of bags and nearly-fresh produce. You yawn, padding barefoot.

“Sorry, took a nap,” you lie, stretching your limbs overhead. “Where were you two again?”

“Shopping!”

They chirp in unison, heading straight for the kitchen.

Your eyes meet Levi’s once more while you rearrange the chain of your necklace.

That smirk hasn’t left his face, even in the face of your friends.

All you respond with is a middle finger, rubbing against your nose.

One of these days—

Narrowly missed today, maybe, but one of these days they’re going to find out.

(And maybe one day it won’t be such a secret.)

[smashboxgirl26]

washing machine heart

college student! jean kierschtien x college student! reader a/n: late but for my bby jean's bday bc he's little secret bf <33 (also i know that the song washing machine heart is not implying this scenario at all but i thought it was cute and it's 12 am so i dont care)

It was about three am when you stumbled into the laundromat, immediately blinded by the fluorescent lights (and you could just feel the way they buzzed into your eyebags) with your stupid laundry basket that was filled to the brim tucked under your arm. Your dirty, old converse squeaked across the linoleum floor as the doorbell chimed, alerting the only other guy who was there — tucked in the corner at the table by the washers, hunched over to do his homework — but you couldn’t really find the energy to care about your disturbing presence: not when you hadn’t done your laundry in almost a month and needed a pair of panties for the next day. 

You went through the sluggish motions of dumping all your clothes into washer (trying to separate lighter and darker colors but ultimately leaving the couple of white socks that got thrown in with the dark clothes because you just didn’t care at that point) and adding the detergent and softener before plopping yourself down at one of the tables near the front.

You’d made sure to stick your laptop on top of your clothes before you left your dorm so you could try and finish your final project that you’d been procrastinating for way too long; but even as it sat in front of you on the table, you couldn’t really find the will to open it. Not when you’d been sleep deprived for this long. 

Instead, you let your eyes wander towards the guy who was sitting at the table across from you, studying the crinkle in his eyebrows as you let yourself stare off into space — only the sound of the washers and dryers running in the background. 

Something about his brown eyes and mullet looked familiar, maybe you both took a class together; or you both stayed in the same hall? 

Eventually, your eyes landed on the dog bed that was laying on the seat next to him — wrinkling your nose in surprise. You hadn’t seen any dog when you walked in.

But your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of huffing coming from your feet, and you peered down to see a tiny black chihuahua staring back up with needy eyes. As soon as you made eye contact, he jumped up onto your lap and sat down — like he’d picked you to go home with — before pawing at your arm as if he was urging you to pet him.

The guy noticed after a couple seconds, rolling his eyes at the dog as he apologized. 

“Ah, sorry about him. Max, c’mere.”  He tried to lure Max back with a treat, and when that didn’t work, he stood up from his table to come pick the little dog up. But as soon as he got close, the dog growled from his spot in your lap — and the guy just frowned.

“Hey, what’re you growling for?” you looked to the little dog, who’d now taken to staring up at you with his big, empty looking eyes.

“I've been dog sitting for my sister for the past week,” the guy groaned, watching as Max made himself comfortable again in your lap. “And he doesn’t really like me that much for some reason. How’d you make him so comfortable with you in like, five seconds?”

“I didn’t try to,” you shrugged, just letting out a small laugh. “I guess I’m just the dog whisperer.”

“Lend me some of your powers then,” he shook his head. “Max hasn’t let me touch him all week, let alone coming and sitting in my lap like that.”

“I honestly don’t know why, but dogs have always liked me,” you let your hand fall over Max’s head, letting out a small chuckle as he moved his head under your hand to insinuate for you to keep petting him. “My sister used to get so upset when she realized our dog liked me way more than it liked her.”

“Well, guess I can’t go against fate now can I?” he let out a small smile, watching as Max continued to push for you to give him attention — eventually sitting down at your table and sticking out his hand for you to shake. “I’m Jean, by the way.”

“Y/N,” you reciprocated the action, though Max appeared distressed at your hand leaving his head.

“I feel like I'm taking a class with you or something.” Jean stared off like he was thinking. “You just look really familiar.”

“Do you say that to every girl you meet?” you teased, watching a flustered expression jump up to his face.

“What? I wasn’t — That wasn’t… I didn’t mean it like that.” He corrected himself before letting out a small laugh. “I was being serious, I swear.”

“I’m just joking,” you laughed. “I was actually thinking the same thing. What dorn do you live in?”

“Harrison Hall.”

“That’s where I am too.” You couldn’t really help the cutesy little smile that rose up to your (probably exhausted looking) face. “I knew I saw you around there somewhere.”

“I always come here ‘cause the washers and dryers on my floor are basically broken,” Jean let his elbows rest on the table. “I think it’s also cheaper to do it here anyway.”

“That’s the same reason I do it here,” you nodded. “And there’s no parties going on in the background when you’re trying to study and do laundry at the same time.”

“That’s true,” he laughed. 

“All right Max,” you turned back to the round eyes staring at you from your lap and patted his head softly. “I’m gonna give you back to your uncle now, so I can finish my project and turn it in.”

Max protested at first when you put him into Jean’s hands, but he seemed to calm down when Jean stroked his ears and placed him back in his bed where he promptly fell asleep.

You sent Jean a small smile before finally opening your laptop, for perhaps the thirtieth time that night, ready to finally finish your conclusion and get your project over with.

You had to stop halfway in between when the washers you used alerted you that your clothes were done and had to be stuffed in the dryer. All of Jean’s clothes were basically done by that point, which he stood at one of tables to fold them — while only one remaining batch tumbled in the dryer. He’d be done soon though, which you were envious of.

When you finally finished your stupid paper, submitted it, and slammed your laptop shut, you looked back to see that there was still a while for your clothes to finish drying; immediately, in your sleep depriven state, you let your head fall to the table to take a short nap while whispering lies about how you’d wake yourself up in five minutes.

It wasn’t until the doorbell chimed once more that you woke up: needing to shield your eyes from the sun coming in through the windows of the little laundromat

You groaned, realizing you had to get your clothes out of the dryer before someone took them out and just dumped them somewhere, but stopped when you noticed them all neatly folded and placed in your laundry basket — sitting right next to you on your table.

On top, though, laid a little sheet of paper with Jean’s number and a smiley face.

[levi-supreme]

Birthday girl

Characters: Erwin x fem!reader

Genre: Modern!au

Warnings: SFW, fluff. Established relationship (Erwin and reader are married). Erwin and reader also has two dogs (in mention). Erwin is the best husband ever (how many times am I going to mention this? Yes).

A/N: Happy birthday to my sister-in-law, the one and only Mrs Smith @ack3rlady!! I'll forever be grateful that tumblr let us know each other, and I'm so happy to have you as my same braincell sister, my bestie, my self-ship buddy, and my closest support system 💖

Enjoy your special day with your husband, and I wish for nothing but the absolute best for you <3 prompts are from A 100 Different Kisses!

20: hand kisses // 22: smiling in-between kisses // 24: caressing your lover's cheek // 73: kissing your lover's forehead, then bending down to meet their lips

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"Happy birthday, sweetheart." Erwin chimed when you stepped in through the front door after coming home from work, a bouquet of red roses in his arms. He gave you a loving smile as he passed you the bouquet while your eyes widened with surprise.

"Oh, t-thank you, honey—" you hurriedly locked the door and took the large bouquet of flowers from your husband, "gosh, these are beautiful." You looked at the bouquet and then at your dashing husband. You realised he was dressed a little too much, and for some reason, he was standing really near the doorway, like he was hiding something from your view. You raised your eyebrow.

"Honey? Why are you wearing a suit at home?" Erwin chuckled after hearing you.

"Close your eyes." He simply said and covered your eyes with his hands, slowly guiding you somewhere. You caught a faint scent of your favourite candle, butter and caramelised onions. You wondered what other surprise Erwin planned. "You can open them now, sweetheart."

As Erwin removed his hands, you opened your eyes and felt your heart leap to your throat. The dining table was decorated with a small vase of flowers and your favourite candle was lit and placed in the middle. Erwin prepared burgers, lobster rolls, and fries for dinner as well. You could see the beautiful skyline of the city from your window. The ambience, the food, the setup; everything was perfect. It reminded you of the restaurant you and Erwin loved visiting on your wedding anniversary every year. You felt a rush of appreciation for your husband who painstakingly prepared everything while you were at work. Erwin turned you around and kissed your forehead before bending down to give you a soft kiss on your lips.

"You like it?"

"Mm," you nodded with a smile, "I love it. You just saved us a couple of hundred dollars by not going to that restaurant for the same thing." You chuckled and placed the bouquet on the table, until something struck you. The house was awfully quiet. Too quiet. The house was too tidy as well. Something was missing.

"Erwin, where's Albus?! And Cappy? Where are they?"

"Relax, sweetheart." Erwin hugged you close and gently caressed your cheek, "they're with Levi. He and his wife are dog-sitting for us tonight. And don't worry about Cappuccino, I warned him to behave before Levi took him just now." Erwin guided you towards the chair and pulled it out slightly, letting you take your seat before putting the serviette on your lap.

"I know you miss them already, but I just wanted us to enjoy a quiet night together, hmm?" Erwin uncorked a bottle of wine and poured some into your glass before taking his seat opposite you. You smiled as Erwin took your hand and caressed your knuckles with his fingers.

"Is this why you're in a suit?" You laughed out, using your free hand to take your phone from your trousers pocket and quickly snapping a photo of the beautiful setup. "A candlelight dinner?"

"Of course. I have to dress up for the occasion, don't I? It's my wife's birthday after all."

"And now I feel underdressed." You chuckled, looking down at your trousers. At least I'm wearing a nice blouse... you thought to yourself.

"You're always gorgeous, sweetheart." Erwin smiled as he took his wine glass and cleared his throat.

"To my beautiful wife, my soulmate, my life partner, and my one and only," Erwin looked at you before pressing a kiss to the back of your hand that he was still holding, "happiest birthday to you, my love." You looked at your dashing husband, touched by all his efforts. Raising your wine glass, you smiled in return.

"Thank you, sweetheart. Come now, let's eat. I want to change out of my work clothes soon." You cheerfully replied and dug in.

The burgers and lobster rolls were perfect, and the fries were delicious. Erwin and you had a lovely chat throughout dinner, and for once, you both didn't have to worry about watching over the dogs, or worrying if Cappuccino was going to pounce on Albus halfway through dinner. The sky was littered with stars by the time you both finished your food.

"Are you ready for dessert?" Erwin smiled while he cleared the plates. You had another look of surprise again as Erwin brought another plate in front of you. Erwin made you another of his signature dark chocolate cake, but this time, there were edible flower petals scattered across the chocolate cake, and there were specks of gold flakes as well. Erwin placed a single candle on the cake and lit it up, urging you to make your birthday wish. You closed your eyes and clasped your hands, making a wish. You were about to blow the candle when Erwin stopped you.

"Hang on—" Erwin quickly took out his phone and told you to smile with your cake before taking a photo of you. "And now, you can blow out the candle." You laughed once more before blowing the candle. Erwin pulled out a little party popper out of nowhere and surprised you by pulling it.

"Thank you for everything, honey." You stood up and took Erwin's hand, giving him a tight hug, "this is perfect."

"Only the best for my wife." Erwin gave you another smile and brought his face closer to yours, pressing a soft kiss on your lips. You could feel the corners of your lips turning upwards as well when you returned his kiss, tasting the wine you both had earlier. Erwin broke the kiss after a while and gave you a peck on your forehead.

"Come now, let's eat. I want to change out of these clothes as well." You laughed after hearing your husband, taking his hand as you two went back to the dining table.

Tagging: @cinnamonlevi @jean-prettyboy-kirschtein @hannie2kay @lilshades

[queenbees21]

𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧, your his and that’s all that matters, He’ll be with you no matter what happens or who tells him no. He’ll go through all the trouble even if he has to commit murder just to have you. No matter what happens, he will find you in his arms once again and you can count on that ➣ 𝐃𝐚𝐛𝐢 | 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐬 | 𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐚 | 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢 | 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧 | 𝐋𝐚𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 - 𝐇𝐲𝐝𝐞 | 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢 | 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨 | 𝐇𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐮 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐢𝐧

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥, he doesn’t want you to get hurt because of him. He thinks it’d be his fault if you ever got hurt, so secret smiles and forbidden glances will have to do. Even if he craving for your touch but he’ll deal with that craving if it means keeping you safe and sound. You’re his baby, the love of his life, his reason to even live. He’d do anything to keep you together no matter what. ➣ 𝐓𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐤𝐢 | 𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 𝐌𝐲𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚 | 𝐘𝐮𝐣𝐢 𝐈𝐭𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢 | 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐥𝐭 | 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐨 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐭 | 𝐊𝐚𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐢𝐧

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨, If they see anyone walking by that doesn’t like it. They’ll keep making out with you just to see how the person will be able to ‘stop’ you both. Mind you they can’t cause they won’t let them➣ 𝐃𝐚𝐛𝐢 | 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐬 | 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨 | 𝐇𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐮 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐢𝐧 | 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 | 𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 |

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 If the person so much as try to separate you two apart, he’ll beat them to a pulp if they try to convince you to give in and leave him. They won't let them have a chance to go near you, So they better get ready for the beating of their life,” ➣ 𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 | 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢 | 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧 | 𝐃𝐚𝐛𝐢 | 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨 | 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 | 𝐁𝐚𝐣𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 | 𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 | 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐤 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 as if they're bold enough to even try anyways. They can’t even come near you both and say “You can’t do this,” cause they won’t and he’ll dame well make sure of that. ➣ 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨 | 𝐃𝐚𝐛𝐢 | 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐬 | 𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 | 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐧 | 𝐁𝐚𝐣𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞

𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 and try to “convince you” to break up with them. As if they’ll give them the chance to so much as go near your ever-so-pure presence. ➣ 𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐞 | 𝐃𝐚𝐛𝐢 | 𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 | 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧 | 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢 | 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨 | 𝐁𝐚𝐣𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 | 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭, 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐭����𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐞𝐝 as if you’ll leave them. You both can’t get enough of each other. So why did they think, you’ll leave the one precious being that makes you so happy and loved every single day of your life? Of course, you said “No I won’t leave them,” cause why would you? You love them too much to leave. They pat your head and say “We’ll done, you stood up for yourself.” ➣ 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢 | 𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 | 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 | 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨 | 𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐲𝐚 𝐎𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢 | 𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨

A/n - Thanks for reading, Hoped you enjoyed! Stay safe and have a good day and night 🫶 - 👑🐝2️⃣1️⃣

[levmada]

//blood, graphic death

What was a grove is now raddled with horror and destruction, a battlefield. Trusses crushed and tree trunks split, downturned, snapped like twigs. Blood spatters the gnarled grasses and beds of flowers. Bloodthirsty earth. It came down to the two of you up against all of them.

You must be outside reality, in a world of war—where this happening is possible. That’s your first thought, because Levi is a small, crumpled form on his side in the mud, like a kicked dog.

You scream his name through the biting wind, but you receive no answer. I should’ve gotten there sooner, you’d later think. I saw him go down and I did nothing because of two Abnormals. There must be something else I could’ve done.

But for now horror like a plague, unspeakable fear, opens a pit in your stomach. Your limbs feel cold.

Your knees buckle when you fumble the landing, but you can’t waste time regaining your balance. You scramble to his side on your hands and knees, like an animal.

First aid. First, stabilize him. You scoop up his broken body in your arms, and maneuver him onto his back, movements stiff.

Hiccuping gasps bubble up in your throat. What with the awkward way his lower leg is bent, it may be broken, but whatever happened, he went down fighting.

Calling his name earns you no response, totally slack. You have to cradle the back of his head so his neck doesn’t bend back. It’s eerily wet too, like an oily red night sky.

More than that, it’s as if he’s bathed in blood; you can’t narrow the most major source of the bleeding. None of it is steaming, but even worse, it’s impossible to say if it’s all his—just that most of it is bright, fresh. Wet soil and earth smears his uniform like a pig that’s been rolling in the mud.

“Levi!” you cry. If he has a concussion from hitting his head, you can’t shake him, but even as you babble his name, he doesn't even twitch. Even that constant wrinkle between his brows is missing, and his jaw looks wrong, as if he didn’t just hit the back of his head, but it was dislocated. His silver eyes are rolled back in his skull, skin pallid and sweaty, as if covered by a thin layer of grease.

He looks—

You mash your ear against his chest and find a faint, thready beat.

Alive.

But he’s dying, in your arms.

He’s dying.

Filth lines his fingernails, smothered in scuffs and cuts. You pick up his limp hand—it feels like you’re holding nothing but a doll—from his side and off one of his discarded triggers, and pin it over your heart. You have no reason to believe it, but you can’t help but hope the feeling and the knowledge that your heart might burst out of your chest soon will somehow rouse him.

He looks dead.

But he can’t. He isn’t supposed to. Isn’t supposed to be ripped out of the sky in the blink of an eye, cast down, tossed aside like an insignificant fly.

“Captain Levi! Wake the fuck up right now!” you shriek. More uncanny liquid heat bleeding from his side against your abdomen doesn’t cross your mind.

His head lulls forward from your cradle to cough, once—then in a flurry. It’s weak for the throaty hacking, as if he were choking, and what exactly that is dribbles from the sides of his mouth in rivets.

You stroke his back. “There, yeah! Hey! It’s me, it’s me. There you go.”

He coughs consecutively. They’re wet, and with his jaw, it takes him several tries to say, “Flare.”

You suck in a breath. “My horse didn’t make it. So I—don’t have a flare,” you whimper. Otherwise you would already be out of this. “Can you please sit up?”

Lugging him up into more of a proper sitting position makes him stiffen, and moan your name in protest. He begins to shiver. His jaw makes an audible dull creaking sound when it moves. “Why…”

“Why what?” Talking is evidently painful for him, but him staying awake is worth that.

Slowly, you press him back down into the position from before, and then you spot the red soaking his side and you think, this can’t be happening can’t be happening can’t—

You snag the opening of his cape, and with it lay your joined hands over the torrent of blood soaked through his side. He grinds his teeth, which just makes him whimper. No matter what you do, he hurts.

His eyes flutter, trying to center on you. “That’s it,” you encourage. “Focus on me. Don’t close your eyes. I need you to call… for Nibbles…”

Is it worth his diminished energy? you wonder for the first time.

Levi doesn’t appear to process the end of your sentence. He mutters something incomprehensible. Blood bubbles up on his lips, oozing slowly down his chin. Listening to the wet breaths rattle through his throat is torturous.

All steadiness of your voice dissolves. The weeping penetrates. “Why what? Levi, you’re in really bad shape, and I can’t…” You squeeze your eyes shut, and rock him briefly. “Please look at me. You know what, I’ll love you forever if you just look at me! I love you, okay? I love you.”

You expect those words to make him scowl and shoot up straight, full of energy again. He’d shove you off with ease with the normal insistence that he doesn’t need help. This is Levi you’re talking about. This is just a moment of weakness.

This is Levi. This is Levi.

But nothing even close happens. You gently run your fingers through his hair as his silver eyes flutter and crack open. Instead of looking at you, he looks through you, unseeing. “Why you’re here?” he rasps. “Why’re you here?”

“What? ‘Cause—the Titans are all gone.”

He sighs your name brokenly, then cut off by a few more weak coughs. “Leave… me.”

“No.”

“Gonna, get. Get le...ft behind."

You shake your head in disbelief.

"Joi—Join back. I’ll... catch up.”

“What? No, no.” You thought you had a quick reply for that—but he doesn’t know it’s bad. And you forget about that entirely as the full weight of his head sags down on your palm. Glazed silver slits are still visible, but the rattling has ceased to be replaced with silence.

“I can’t catch up because you’re hurt! Wake up! Wake up!” you sob, keeling over him. You can’t stand the sight of him this way. You cradle his upper half, his head tucked in your neck.

There is no life. His eyes are open, but they will never see again. His hand is in yours, but he will never hold you again. He is in your arms, but he is no longer here.

[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.

[sugawara-levi]

just, stripper!Reiner getting all shy in his pink underwear. (18+)

Don’t worry he knows how to throw it down, but

Him wearing a blush that matches his outfit.

Pale pink thong that doesn’t leave anything really to the imagination.

Nipple-covers, just. Pink nipple-covers with tussles.

A tiny ass shawl. that he drapes over his lower back and wrists.

Long, pink platform boots with the tallest stiletto you’ve ever seen.

And he walks in them with confidence too. That big man on those thin heels. It’s a wonder they don’t break really.

Prettiest man you ever saw, looking so sweet while shaking ass like he’s getting paid for it. Which he is ofc.

And then getting all shy after. Standing cross legged with his back towards you, trying to get that tiny shawl to cover as much as possible. Glancing at you.

[sparklesndaggers]

Everything comes to an end, eventually. People leave, never to return. Wars fade away, satiated with the blood sacrifice. Night follows day only to give way to the dawn a few hours later. Bridges burn, doors close.

Only death is eternal; in his short and quite shitty life Levi has learned it by heart.

Erwin’s now former room is devastatingly empty without Erwin and suffocatingly full of memories. They attack Levi as soon as he crosses the threshold, grab him by the throat, punch him in the gut. Their sweetness is bitter on his tongue; they smell like Erwin, sound like Erwin. Levi lies down on the floor and closes his eyes; memories weigh on him from above with the familiar heaviness of the body — hot and solid, healing and reliable, alive.

Everything comes to an end, that’s right. Levi will come to an end, too — one day; not now; way too not now; not soon enough, however inevitably (and just thinking of it makes it easier to breathe). But as long as there is at least something left of him — a hollow shell, acting by reflex, driven only by an unbidden power circulating inside — the memories will live on.

[continue reading ⬇️]

[chrollohearttags]

CHARM’D • mikasa ackerman

your fiancée gets a new piercing and you decide to have some fun with it.

content + themes: nail tech!mikasa, black fem!reader, y/n is a lash tech, subby mika, her and y/n cracking jokes on each other, overstimulation, pillow humping, use of toys, scissoring, heavy squirting, fingering, bratty mika, gay bestie!armin cameo

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.─── ── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* : ── ･

most people would say working with your significant other seems like a great time. Being around the one person you love more then life itself and earning a living at the same time? You couldn’t ask for a better deal. However, it did have its challenging moments..discipline and focus is an important part of anyone’s employment. Regardless of the job but especially when tending to someone’s beauty and esthetic needs, it was imperative to pay attention. Hence why your fiancée despised the fact that you were working alongside her as her new lash tech some days! Granted, she was thrilled to have you around and with an extra service and set of hands around, you guys’ income practically tripled. So it was a pretty sweet deal. However, you didn’t make it easy…in fact, you acted as if giving her a hard time was your actual occupation..

“Are you sure we can’t just fill them in and work around it? C’mon, Mika. You sure you can’t just do your magic?”

“Sweetheart, how long have you been a client of mine? I’m an artist, not a repair woman. Two things I refuse to do is fly coach and work over other people’s fuck ups. Now let’s soak these off so I can give you a fresh set. While you’re waiting, Armin can get you in the shampoo bowl. Since he’s sitting on his skinny ass, doing nothing.”

needless to say, it was never a dull moment! You guys’ hairstylist and resident smartass, Armin Artlert was currently seated in one of the styling chairs, typing away on his phone.

“And don’t forget looking cute. Just blind and grouchy.”

“Whatever. Help her before I suddenly find your replacement.”

it was obvious that the normally laid back nail tech was in rare form this morning. Not so much rude or angry but definitely on edge a little. The shop was a little busy but nothing more than usual for the Sugar and Spice Haus. It was normal for clients to be waiting outside the door so she couldn’t have been frazzled by that. So what exactly had her acting so strange? Perhaps it was a question better answered by the one person who knew her better than anyone else..and who ironically was the root cause of the issue!

“Oh, don’t pay her any attention, y’all. She’s just a little worked up. Isn’t that right, baby?”

just then, a rather gleeful (y/n) would come traipsing from the back of the salon..strapless dress and sandals, holding a caddy full of lash supplies. In return, the only thing you were met with was a decorated middle finger and the roll of dark, doe eyes. Your fiancée was quite the bratty thing when she wanted to be but she was oh so cute….

“Oh shut up. I’m not talking to you right now.”

hence why you took immense pleasure in teasing her among other things..something that began long before the two of you even opened shop this morning..

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.─── ── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* : ── ･

flashback: earlier that morning..

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.─── ── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* : ── ･

“Oh God!…yes..right there!…”

“Aw, is that your spot, baby? Are you gonna come?”

the high pitch, condescending coo spouting from your lips rang off into the ears of your very whiny and overstimulated fiancée. Who had just been sleep only twenty minutes prior or so it would appear. Because as the two of you awoke for the morning, ready to start another day in the home and salon you shared as not only lovers, but business partners…you were met with a rather pleasant surprise. Faint whimpers and the sight of your precious Mikasa grinding herself against her pillow. Her tits spilling from her tank top; fondled in her palms, hair brushing against the sheets and her panties tugged to the side as her bare slit rubbed profusely against the memory foam material. She had to have been in utter bliss from the sounds erupting from her mouth. Not only that, she looked so sexy..however, you knew it was rather unbecoming of your woman too. Granted, your sex life was anything but mundane and the two of you took any opportunity plausible to fuck, lick or kiss on one another. However, for the past few days or so, she seemed to be evading you. Claiming to be far too exhausted for any sort of sexual activity. She’d shower alone and even halt you if things got too intense. One would think that was indicative of infidelity and that their partner was with someone else. But alas, her dirty little secret came to light and needless to say, you’d return the pent up sexual frustration ten fold!..

“Oh? What’s this?…” she just knew that once you unveiled the truth, you’d never allow her to live it down. And she was correct.

“(Y/N)..baby…fuck me!..”

the truth was, she had snuck behind your back and acquired a clit piercing. More than likely from the same artist who had decorated her skin in the plethora of tattoos she sported. But what she hadn’t counted on was becoming so hypersensitive afterwards. It was one of those things that could go either way, depending on the person. Getting piercings in intimate area could either make you lose all feeling or make you super sensitive to the touch. For poor Mikasa, she was the latter to a fault! You would’ve thought that she would’ve learned her lesson when she got her nipples pierced and they sent her into a frenzy with something as simple as putting on a bra on. But you were more than happy to meet her request..flipping her over onto her back, (y/n) promptly shoved your tongue into her mouth; jaw agape and slack from being on the brink of climax. Her pierced nipples puffy and erect and of course..that adorable little clit; marked with a silver ball and bar going through it. It looked so cute and she looked even more precious..practically begging for you to claim her. Slick surrounded that fat pussy of hers and you just knew she was close.

“Oh you poor thing…you’ve been holding out on me…don’t worry, mama. I’ll take care of you..”

reassuring her with your lips honing on her neck. Tender kisses trailing down her throat and those fingers following suit to her mound. Tracing your digits across her freshly waxed skin, you’d tease around the area, refusing to touch the actual bud. “But first..I need you to do sum’ for me, okay?” So gently cooing to her. At this point, she was desperate so she was at your mercy.

“Yes, baby!..whatever you want..”

crying out as you moved your fingertips lower as well as your mouth, leaving them to hover over her jeweled nipples. Drawing a long trail of saliva along with you in the process. That’s when you’d shove those two opposite fingers between her lips and force her to suckle, drumming up her own spit. “Suck on these f’r me. Get them wet…just like that.” She’d happily comply, knowing that you’d help her reach her peak soon. Whilst she was busy drooling and whining, you’d ease one digit inside of her with your thumb resting on her clit. She looked so helpless and vulnerable..turning you on more and more by the second. Mikasa’s back would raise from the bed as you pushed those digits knuckle deep into her core. You’d feel them suction and tighten around you and continue pressing until they were stained with a sheath of milky white and sticky clear liquid..dripping all down your nails. You kept them short just for special instances like these. So you could pump them in and out her pretty pussy and watch her squirm, yelping for more.

“Ah! Haaaa…oh my god! Right there! Yes…”

“Aw, am I in your spot, baby? Are you gonna come?”

nodding her head profusely; your dormant thumb now tracing circles against her clit and even flicking that piercing for added stimulation. Needless to say, she couldn’t hold back any longer and seconds later, when you finally gave her permission, you’d find your arm, the sheets and anything surrounding you two drenched in her juices. Squirting everywhere..and became inconsolable afterwards. “That’s it!…let it go, let it go for meee..squirt on those fingers.” Encouraging with loud cries ringing out through the bedroom. She was practically convulsing once you withdrew your fingers. Allowing them to drip, you’d dangle them over her lips and allow her to clean them off. “Mmmhm..taste yourself, baby…you look so pretty.”

running a hand along her torso and up to her throat yet again to wrangle her in for a kiss. Haven gotten a taste of her sweet essence, you decided to get your entire fill by finally leaving a trail of pecks leading to her pelvis before tousling your own side of the covers off and climbing on top of her. Without missing a step, you’d part her inked up legs and pin one back whilst intertwining the other with your own. From there, you’d tear off the thin lacy panties she was wearing off and put them to much practical use like gagging her. From there, you’d align your frothing slits and start grinding them against one another. Tugging down your own sports bra; dressed in only a bonnet and having fallen asleep with nothing on your lower half, you had become well aroused on your own from her little escapades. With that, Mika would buck her hips forward and work herself against you; meeting your thrusting with tearful pleas to keep fucking her. “Don’t stop, baby! Please don’t fucking stop…” her voice was cracking but her words very concise and clear. Those perky tits bounced around underneath as she gripped the silk linen underneath your bodies. The smacking of your clammy folds and warmth made for a beautiful chorus of steamy, nasty sounds filling the atmosphere…she wasn’t the only one feeling the pressure either because you soon found yourself nearing an orgasm. “I’m gonna come too, mama…fuck! You feel so good..”

laughing out of pure delirium and pleasure, unable to slow down in fear that you’d come on the spot. Those sticky juices smeared across each of your thick thighs as those lower lips meshed together. Eventually, you’d find yourself leaning down to let your tongues clash as well. “Mmph! I love you…” “I love you too, Mika! Fuck, baby…come for me again..”

just then, she’d follow your order and flail around as another stream of juices exited both of your bodies. Spraying up everything in the vicinity. Rubbing those finger pads against her throbbing bud, (y/n) drummed out more and more until she couldn’t spill another drop. You found yourselves going round for round..drawing out one another’s arousal and all that you had to offer. An hour or so had past; an array of positions from being seated on her face while you ate her out, to riding a double sided dildo…

“Yes, baby! You look so pretty riding that fucking dick..go deeper..”

to finally ended your rather heated session with your fingers intertwined as you played with yourselves. Massaging those clots to your final climatic rushes. Coming down in a powerful high with tears streaming down your faces and squirt pooling down your legs. All in all, it seemed that her little piercing was a success and rather useful investment.. “C’mere..that feel good?..” “..yeah..thank you, baby..so much.” Fucked out and dazed from being overly stimulated. But neither of you regretted a thing..that was until you made another proposal with a deviant glare on your face..reaching over into the dresser, you’d retrieve another device: a controller vibrator. One you planned to utilize on her throughout the work day!

“Hell no, (y/n)! I can’t..”.

but it was too late..you had already placed it inside of her and would be utilizing it until you had your fill. You wanted to see how she fared with her little body modification when you were the one in control..and throughout an entire day of work.

maybe next time she wouldn’t keep such secrets from you!

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@soanis @merakidoll

[kentopedia]

.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.

[sunaluv]

Come get your man, come get your man!

In which someone has an obvious crush on your man

Feat: suna, nagi, ran, eren

Ignore the pairings I’m indecisive lols

SUNA RINTARO

“Hey you’re suna’s girlfriend right?” You looked up to see a girl with a stretched smile looking at you expectedly.

“Yeah, what’s up?” You asked, seeing no reason to be hostile yet.

“So nice to meet you! I sit next to him in english, you could say he’s kinda my english boyfriend,”

Oh.

You knew suna was attractive and you had a feeling this was inevitable, but that does not stop the shock of the situation.

“He told me about you, said you had a weird sense of humor,” you replied with a tight lipped smile.

‘He didn’t say that, he just said she was weird’ you thought.

“Omg so he does talk about me! It’s so weird, he like totally ignores me but it’s nice to know he talks to others about me,”

Now you were more amused than anything.

“But anyways, the reason I wanted to talk to you, girl to girl is that I think he might be into me a bit-not trying to sabotage your relationship it’s just… if it was me, I’d want someone to tell me.” She sat down next to you, putting an hand on your arm in faux comfort.

A voice called her name “what are you doing here.”

Like a deer caught in headlight, the girl stammered over her words “suna, I was just talking to your girlfriend about us.”

“There is no ‘us’” he deadpanned.

You watched amused as she accused suna of leading her on, saying how she kept borrowing pencils from her, or not moving his knee all the time when they’d touch and other absurd accusations on why he’s into her.

When she stormed off embarrassed and heartbroken, he sat next to you.

“Why did you intervene? I was having fun getting to know your english girlfriend,” you teased making him groan.

RAN HAITANI

“Omg you’re so pretty!”

Your boyfriend was on the other side of the nightclub dealing with who knows what as you smiled at the girl who had been gassing you for the past 2 minutes.

“I’m so glad stinky old ran found such a beauty like you, how did he cuff you?” She looked around as if searching for someone before leaning in close to speak over the booming music of the club.

“Just asking to check, he told you about us right?”

What us? “No he didn’t, what’s up with that?”

She sent an apologetic look. “He was here last week and we kinda…hooked up. Im not trying to be a homewrecker I just thought you should know.”

This liar, last week he had flown out with you on holiday for the week. You had arrived two days ago due to his business needing him.

But she didn’t need to know that.

“Omg no way, he’s cheating on me!” You faked hurt.

“Im sorry girl, I-“

“Why are you like this,” Your boyfriends strong groan cut into your conversation.

“Stop lying to her ran, she doesn’t deserve this! Come clean right now, you and I hooked up in that bathroom last we-“

“We weren’t in the country last week, dumbass.”

She froze and as if piecing everything together, she was about to fume at you. You knew she was lying and embarrassed her like that.

“You sly little-“

Before she could finish, ran was already pulling you away from her and leading you towards the back of the nightclub.

“I hate you by the way,” he sulked before you could even begin to poke fun at him.

NAGI SEISHIRO

You stared at your boyfriends ringing phone next to you, then back to said man who was absentmindedly clicking on his keyboard.

“Baby can you get that for me?”

You agreed, pressing accept on the incoming call from a random girls name that you’ve heard in passing from Nagi himself, nothing to be worried about, quite the opposite actually.

He keeps complaining about how she won’t leave him alone, but you defended the girl you didn’t know, saying maybe she was friendly.

Answering the call, a pretty girl sat infront of the window, neck angled so that the gold light shined on her face.

She obviously wasn’t expecting to see you, as she quickly adjusted her position to a more casual setting.

“Uhm hello, you must be sei’s friend, can you put him on the phone?” She asked, not hiding her distaste that your man wasn’t the one answering the phone.

“Girlfriend,” you corrected. “And he’s busy right now, I can get him to call you back if you want,”

She glared at you seeing you not let down. “Okay I guess. Just tell him it’s KK calling, he’ll come to me.”

You sent her a challenging look before relaying the message to the man three meters away from you nice and loud so she can hear.

“Hang up.” You saw her eyes widen and didn’t bother to hide your smile.

“What was that?” You asked.

He repeated himself, not realising she could still hear him, but before you could hang up, she had already done it, too embarrassed to face the girl who has what she wanted.

“You see what I mean now?”

EREN YEAGER

You stood in between the spread legs of your boyfriend in the party hosts kitchen as his big arms held your back to his chest. His long legs kicked the cabinets as he swung his legs, staring down the girl stood across the room.

“Why are you staring at me?” She asked giggling seductively.

“You’re being weird.”

“Whatever,” she smiled, rolling her eyes.

You fiddled with the necklace eren bought you for your anniversary, which seemed to get her attention.

“Cute chain girl,” she covered her annoyance with intrigue. “Did yeager boy here get it for you?”

You sent her a look, nodding to confirm.

“Omg that reminds me of this one time when we went on holiday together, you remember that ‘ren? When you bought me that cute set?” She batted her eyelashes at him.

You knew exactly what she was doing and it wasn’t going to work. It’s such a shame she had to act like this too, she was pretty, you’ll admit.

You trusted your man, he gave you a head up about the girl who leeched on to him, warning you about all the lies and deception she would try to drill in your mind.

“That was back in Spain right? He bought a extras while looking for this one right?” You smiled at her innocently.

“Wowwww, you told her about me eren? I’m so flattered” if she was pissed, and you knew she was, she didn’t show it.

“Mhm he told me all about you, about how you leech on to him at any chance you get.”

She let out loud, forced laughter “she’s a funny one yeager, make sure you keep a tight leash on this one.” She looked at you and you swore you saw her eye twitch.

The pair of you stayed silent as you watched her aggressively walk back towards the party.

“You’re better than me you know, if any of your guy friends started to act like that I would’ve beat his ass,”

You chuckled, turning in his hold to face him. “Good thing you were holding me because one more second and I would have.”

God he was so in love with you.

[honeybleed]

— ★ TRYNA THREEWAY WITH HIS ROOMIE // JEAN KIRSTEIN & CONNIE SPRINGER

content & warnings: fem!reader, reader is kinda ditzy bimbo x sunshine, modern au, reader, jean and connie are all in their mid twenties, jean and connie are roommates, reader is in an established relationship with jean but connie has a crush on her, porn no plot, smut mdni (breastplay, groping, oral. f & m receiving, piv protected sex — backshots from connie lawl, cum swallowing, degradation — connie n jean both kinda mean calling reader a whore n slut but not overboard, they both compete during it) look at them 😵‍💫

author’s note: fine, i’ll do it myself cos some of yall forgot jean and connie are best friends! also this is just kinda smutty so not my best work 🚶🏽‍♂️ also dis was inspired by a tiktok edit of connie n jean to paper soldier by brent faiyaz but i lost it 😔😔

word count: 2.4k

“Oi, oi, where are you going?” Jean asked, lips swollen and smeared in lipgloss as Connie got up from the couch.

“I’m tapping out for the night bro. I promise you I got better things to do than watch you eat your girl’s face off.” Connie replied in a wry tone.

Saturday nights were always movie nights for Jean and Connie. Well, it was originally Jean, Connie and Sasha but Sasha moved in with her boyfriend.

Ever since you and Jean began to date, they were always cut short since Jean just could not for the life of him keep his hands to himself if you were in the same vicinity as him.

Connie thought you were a good match for Jean.

Jean had a stick up his ass the majority of the time, but when you swooped in the perpetual scowl etched into his features gradually faded away.

And there was no denying you were sexy.

He had pangs of guilt when he bumped into you in the kitchen Sunday mornings, Jean fast asleep and you were at the coffee machine.

It was out of his control, the way his mouth went dry and his cock twitched at your ass and hard nipples peeking through one of Jean’s baggy shirts that draped to your knees, but managed to settle just above the curve of your backside.

It was just difficult not to stare. He settled on trying to be cold and distant but when you said as a passing comment to Jean you thought Connie didn’t like you, he nearly kicked his ass.

“You make my girl upset and I’ll break your jaw.” Jean hissed.

“Jeez, I got it!” Connie grumbled, rolling his eyes as his thumbs whirled over the joysticks of the controller. He knew Jean could do that but he never took him seriously.

“I’m being serious, Con. She was real torn up about it.” Jean said sternly.

Connie was getting sick of Jean. He let out a sigh as he paused the game to turn to face his best friend.

“Hypothetically speaking, why is it such a big deal if I didn’t like her? Huh?”

Jean groaned.

“She’s a little sensitive. But that’s just how I like her alright? How’d you feel if I was being a dick to your girl?” Jean responded, scowling.

Connie pursed his lips together. Jean did have a point.

Back to current events, he eyed you as you were perched on Jean’s thigh.

“You jealous, Connie?~” You teased in a sing-song as you ruffled Jean’s sandy brown tresses.

“He got a pretty girl and don’t know how to act no more.” He chuckled to himself. “Try n keep the noise down.”

“I’d let her fuck you, y’know.” Jean said with a smirk.

Connie’s jaw went slack, disbelieving what he had just heard right now.

“…Huh?”

“Well, yeah.” Jean shrugged. “My baby thinks you’re cute, and I’d let her do anything she wants. Right, honey?” Jean said airily, as he leaned in to bite your neck, causing you to jolt and giggle in his lap.

“Jean..!” You whined, sensitive to the graze of his sharp teeth.

“You’ve gotta be messing with me right now.” Connie said, struggling to keep composure as all his prior fantasies of you hit him like a truck.

“No, Con..”

Why do you say his name like that? Connie internally cried to himself. It wasn’t helping douse the flame of his attraction to you whatsoever.

“I think you’re a cutie pie. I wanna have some fun too, I think you’d both do a good job of spoiling me, huh?” You beamed, your hand on the nape of Jean’s neck as you raked your fingers through the ends of his mullet.

Jean dug the heel of his palm into your clothed core, eliciting a moan from you.

“See how sexy she sounds, Con?” Jean grinned wolfishly as he continued to apply pressure, making you squirm and involuntarily buck your hips into his hand, seeking more. “You wanna make her moan too?”

Connie was in a state of complete and utter disbelief. Regardless, his eyes glazed over as he nodded.

“That’s my guy.” Jean said triumphantly, within an instant, he threw you into the air and caught you bridal style, laughter overtaking your body as you draped your arms around Jean’s neck.

The dim light of the bedside table in Jean’s bedroom illuminated both of the men’s eyes.

You were just so damn gorgeous, they stood side by side as you looked at them coquettishly through your lashes.

You began to pull down the straps of your romper, sliding it off until it was around your waist.

Connie felt as if he died and gone to heaven when he gaped at your bare chest.

“Which one of you wanna start..?” You questioned, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips, thrilled at the idea of both of them about to treat you.

Jean patted Connie’s back.

“Go on. Make my princess moan, hm?” He chuckled, as he began to tug his navy blue shirt over his head and tossed it across the room, revealing his lithe and toned figure.

Connie’s tongue dragged over his lips as he fully took in your appearance.

It wasn’t as if Connie was some inexperienced virgin with no play. It was just an uncanny situation.

Jean and you were so eager to do this, he felt as if there had to be some sort of catch.

“Hi handsome…” You cooed as Connie got on his knees on the carpet of the bedroom, between your legs, you gently smoothed his head and rested your hand on the nape of his neck. “Strip for me?”

He nodded, instantly discarding his shirt and shrugging out of his shorts until he was in his boxers.

“Ah, so there is a bit of muscle here?” You smiled as your palm slid down Connie’s broad chest. You raked your nails across his skin, earning a soft grunt from him.

“Not as good as mine though, huh babe?” Jean chuckled.

“Shut. Up.” Connie said through gritted teeth, then turned his attention back to you.

Testing the waters, Connie settled his hands on the bare skin of your hips, it wasn’t some sort of wet dream. This was reality, so he gripped your flesh, as his brown eyes took you in.

You were gazing at him so fondly, his heart was racing and the tips of his ears went red.

“Just do what comes naturally, okay?” You reassured him as you stroked the back of his neck again.

“…Okay, Y/N.”

Connie fluttered his eyes shut as he began to gently peck upwards along your soft stomach.

You let out a content sigh.

“Con…” You breathed out, revelling in his soft touch. It spurred him on, and Connie felt accomplished that something small already made you so reactive.

Jean grinned as he leaned in, standing next to the bed to press his lips against your neck, his hand wandering down your body to cup your breast, rolling your nipples between his fingers.

“Keep goin’ Con, she’s liking it.” Jean chuckled as you mewled and scrunched your eyes shut.

Connie nodded and latched his mouth onto the other breast, flicking your nipple with the tip of his tongue as his hands still gripped your hips.

He felt more bold now, and he yanked the romper off completely.

“No panties?” Connie chuckled darkly, as he licked his lips at the sight of your pussy, slightly slimy from your arousal from both of their ministrations. “Who knew your girl was so dirty?”

“Why do you think I’m all over her?” Jean responded as he wrapped his large hand around your throat, his thumb and forefinger gripping your jaw. “You’re such a little slut, aren’t you honey?”

You nodded, mind dazed from the pleasure and dirty words.

“Mhm, yes…I’m a slut.” You mustered out.

Connie felt a bit more eased in, his apprehension and frigidness fading away.

He looked up at you with a grin, big brown eyes sparkling with excitement as he spread your legs apart, giving your inner thighs a gentle lick and kissing them.

“Please…” You whimpered.

Jean grinned against your neck.

“Please, what, baby? You want us to keep going?" He took one of your earlobes between his teeth and tugged gently. “Tell us what you want."

“Want you both…make me feel good.” You breathed out shakily.

“You heard her, Jean.” Connie grinned.

Connie was in his element. He loved going down on a girl. He was smiling from ear to ear as he was given a front view of your slick folds.

His breath fanned over your wet heat, and your eyebrows furrowed together in impatience.

“Stop teasin’!” You whined.

“Jean, is she always this impatient?” Connie snorted, amused by how desperate you were.

“It’s cute..” Jean shook his head laughing. “But yeah, my princess is pretty spoilt.”

Connie delved in between your legs, his tongue flicking over your clit eagerly, weaving expertly within the crevices of your wet flesh.

Your moans only spurred him on even more, he latched on and sucked harshly. Connie grinned deviously at the sound of your desperate pleas.

He teased you more before leaning down to lavishly kiss and lick between your thighs.

Jean still palming and kneading your breasts, sliding his large hands along your sides pinching your nipples as he worked to fulfil you.

Connie’s tongue played along your folds, circling your clit a few times, he was overjoyed with the way your body reacted to his every touch and tease.

“Don’t forget about me, baby.” Jean murmured as he tilted your head up to meet your lips hungrily, moving against you as he sucked your lower lip.

Pleasure circulated through your veins as the two men were consumed with satisfying you.

“Con…” You groaned as you felt your high approach you. “S’close.”

Connie grinned and quickened his movements, licking and sucking on your clit, sending waves of ecstasy throughout your body.

"Just let go, princess," He whispered against you, his tongue and lips still working away. "We've got you."

Your voice was hoarse as you sobbed, and your hips bucked violently. Body shuddering as a stream of clear liquid gushed into Connie’s mouth.

“That’s it, there we go…” Jean grinned triumphantly as he felt your body go limp in his arms.

He continued to lick and suck at your sensitive spots, drawing out every last drop of your orgasm.

“Let it all out for me." Connie murmured encouragingly.

“Alright, alright. Get to the back.” Jean chuckled. “How sweet does she taste?”

Connie stood up from his knees, savoring your essence.

“Nothing like it.” He chuckled as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

You and Jean shared a look, and you immediately despite being shaky from the intense orgasm, got on all fours on the mattress.

Jean crouched to cup the side of your face as he pecked your lips.

“Eyes on me, baby. Remember who you belong to.”

“I know, Jean…” You mumbled.

“Good girl..” He smiled as he kissed you once more. “You’re doin’ so well. Isn’t she, Con?”

Connie nodded, as he fumbled for a condom and rolled it over his length throbbing.

“The best.”

Connie trailed kisses down your back, stopping at the small of your back causing you to shiver.

Pulling down his boxers, his hardening cock springing free Jean stroked himself a few times.

“You ready for us, angel?” Jean whispered huskily.

“Yes, I want you both.”

“Course you do, you little whore.” Connie cackled as he smacked your ass, biting his lip at the recoil.

Your eyes met Jean’s as you fisted his girthy cock, your thumb rubbing and giving kitten licks to the sensitive skin earning a guttural groan right from his chest.

You almost paused as from behind, you felt Connie teasingly rub his latex-covered length along your slit.

“F-fuck! CONNIE!” You gasped out, pussy still sensitive from his mouth earlier.

“Shit, Con..” Jean chuckled, voice strained as he felt your breath on his slit. “You’re behind and she’s still calling your name.”

“Guess I’m her fave.” Connie smirked as he finally slid into your warm, wet walls.

“Y-you wish.” You mustered out, but you couldn’t deny Connie had surprised you.

You took Jean into your mouth and his fingers tangled in your hair.

“Shit, princess…” Jean heaved out as your tongue swirled around, making his cock slick with your saliva.

Connie began to move, his hips thrusting hard and fast, you were reduced to incoherent babbling.

“You like that, baby?" Connie growled hotly against your ear, wanting to one-up Jean. "You want more?"

“S’much more..!”

“You're so fucking sexy." He panted out between thrusts.

Jean moaned softly as you sucked him off, his fingers tangling violently in your hair.

Connie grunted as he continued to thrust into you, his hands leaving bruises on your hips.

"Fuck, angel," Jean growled through gritted teeth. "You're so damn good at this. That mouth of yours."

Jean’s fingers gripped with each bob of your head. His eyes were dark with desire and he watched you hungrily as Connie fucked you relentlessly.

“Let me finish in that mouth, honey.” Jean stuttered, feeling his high approach him.

"I'm gonna cum. Swallow it, baby. Take it all." Jean’s teeth sinking into his lower lip as he reached his climax, his warm seed spilling into your waiting mouth.

He panted and stroked your cheek gently as he came down from his orgasm, his softening length sliding out of your mouth with a wet pop.

Without hesitation, you swallowed his cum. Jean gave a greasy smile as his thumb slipped past your lips, prying your jaw open.

“All gone, huh?” Jean grinned, admiring your tongue. “Such a dirty girl.”

You screwed your eyes shut as Connie drove deeper inside of you, your walls pulsating around him.

Your fists bunched up the sheets as Connie groaned.

The both of your moans blending simultaneously reached the peak of their pleasure, Connie spilling into the latex.

He gasped as Jean pulled you towards him, the loss of warmth making you whimper as Jean pulled you close onto him.

Your arms draped over Jean’s shoulders as you felt overwhelmed in a good way.

Jean began to kiss your temple and rubbed small circles into your back.

“Feel good, princess…?” Jean smiled as he stroked your cheek. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

You nodded, then turned to Connie with a lazy grin.

“But he was my fave.” You giggled, Jean pinching your hip.

“Hey!”

author’s note: showed connie a bit more love in this since i barely write for his ass & we have enough horse cock in this blog. if u reached this far tysm for reading, reblogs & interactions r always appreciated

[levi-supreme]

Little Thief

Characters: Levi x gender neutral!reader

Genre: Modern!au

Warnings: SFW, fluff. Established relationship (reader and Levi are dating). Reader insert (y/n) but no descriptions or nicknames are being used.

A/N: Happy D-18 to Levi's birthday!! Here's another drabble I wrote based off prompts from this really cute list! I'm sure this is something we all want; to feel snuggly warm in Levi's clothes <3

Prompts: “okay, where are all my jumpers?” // “oh, you’ve started stealing my socks now?”

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"Oi, y/n, have you seen my jumper? The black one?" Levi looked around the house, looking for his favourite jumper. Levi had a dinner gathering with his friends and he was looking for that one specific black jumper among his many other jumpers. Tonight was a chilly night, and Levi wanted that jumper because it was his thickest and warmest one. Yet, somehow, he couldn't find it. Levi was now ransacking through his closet in search for that said jumper.

"Which black one are you looking for, Levi? You have like, a hundred different black coloured stuff that I can't even differentiate sometimes," you mumbled from the living room, "which jumper are you looking for?"

Levi frowned. He definitely didn't own that much black coloured clothing.

"Tch, never mind. I'll find something else to wear." Levi replied and started looking for his other jumpers. Strangely, they were missing from his closet.

"Okay, where the fuck are all my jumpers?" He muttered to himself, feeling annoyed. Levi started looking through your closet as well when you came into the room. You walked yourself to the bedroom, seeing Levi flipping through all his clothes—and even yours as well.

"Which jumper are you looking for, Levi?" You asked again. Levi looked up when he heard you, and he frowned again.

"This one," he pointed at you, "this very one I'm looking for." Levi walked closer and leaned forward.

"Why are you wearing my jumper?"

"It's cold, and I'm freezing," you replied and hopped onto the bed smiling, "this one's thick and keeps me warm." You pulled the collar of the jumper higher up. Levi didn't seem pleased with your answer.

"You have your own jumpers. Now take this off, I want to wear it."

"No, Levi, I'm comfy in this one. Wear something else for your dinner." You answered, rolling to the other side of the bed when Levi came close to you. Levi continued frowning until he stared at your feet. Your socks looked familiar, and they certainly didn't belong to you as well.

"Oh. So now you've started stealing my socks too?" He crossed his arms in front of his chest, staring down at you in disbelief, "don't you have your own socks?" You wiggled your toes and gave Levi a grin.

"Yours are more comfortable and warm." You gleefully replied, now rolling off the bed to exit the room. Levi grabbed your arm.

"Come on, return me my jumper. I want to wear it."

You shook your head again, sticking out your tongue playfully before dashing out of the bedroom, nearly slipping because of the socks you're wearing. Levi caught you before you fell backwards.

"Give my jumper back to me, y/n," Levi repeated, sounding a little more serious, "I'm going to be late for dinner." You shook your head again.

"Nah-uh, I'm comfy in this one, Levi. Wear something else, hmm?" You held onto the edges of the jumper, refusing to take it off. Levi let out a long breath and ran his fingers impatiently through his hair. Sure, of course he could wear something else, but he really wanted to wear this thick jumper because it was cold outside. Levi looked at his watch and he was indeed running a little late. He let out a sigh.

"Why are you even wearing my jumpers and socks? Don't you have your own?" Levi rolled his eyes and walked back into the bedroom, looking through his closet again to look for the next thickest jumper he owned.

"... because they smell like you," you answered in a small voice, thinking Levi couldn't hear you.

"Hah?" Levi paused and looked at you again.

"Y-your jumper. It smells like you." You started playing with the sleeves of the jumper, feeling your face heat up. After pausing for a while, Levi stopped frowning and walked towards you.

"Tch. Come here," Levi opened his arms and pulled you into his embrace, "that's it? You're wearing my clothes because it smells like me?" You nodded and sighed, hugging Levi tighter. Levi chuckled and gently patted your head.

"So you like wearing my stuff because it smells like me?" Levi asked again and you nodded, releasing him from the hug to look at him. Levi pinched your cheek affectionately. He knew exactly how to get his jumper back.

"Then give this back to me so that I can wear it and make it smell more like me." Levi smirked, opening his hand towards you.

"No Levi, wear something else. So that I have more clothes that smell like you." You cheekily replied again without hesitation and ran out of the room. Levi watched your retreating figure and let out a sigh, shaking his head before rummaging through his closet again.

Looks like he was never getting back that jumper ever.

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[levisrations]

Post War Levi thought:

Trying to coax him out of bed one day and it’s challenging. He’s always up before you but today he’s still in his room. You go to check on him and he’s asleep and since that’s rare you let him sleep in. Hours pass and you become worried, thinking he’s sick so you knock on the door to check on him. He grants you permission to come in and you go to sit next to him on his bed. You check for a fever by gently touching his forehead, pushing his hair back and then his neck.

No fever, you ask how he’s feeling. He just makes a sour face and gives no answer. You don’t pry but you do suggest getting out of bed might make him feel better. Maybe sit outside and enjoy the breeze? His garden needs tending too as well perhaps he can occupy himself with that for a bit while you wash some clothes. You talk to him gently and caress his back. He lets out a sigh and looks at you and while you don’t know this and can’t tell his heart is exploding for you. He’s so utterly grateful for you, how you don’t give up on him and understand him. You give him his space every time he needs it but you also offer support to be there with him.

He sits up and you’re both now sitting next to each other with your arms touching. You stare at each other for a moment before you both rest your heads on one another. You letting him know that you’re there for him and him thanking you. Words don’t need to be said all the time between you two, you just get it. That’s how strong your bond is. Levi is grateful to have someone like you by his side, grateful that he’s allowed to have a bad day without having to push it all down and focus his duty as a soldier, focus on surviving.

The rest of the day goes by slow, he tends to his garden and then goes to sit on the porch with a book and enjoy the breeze. You were right, he does feel a little better now. He watches you tend to your own garden, but your is exclusively flowers. He loves how excited you get when a flower bud opens up to a bright and colorful flower. You make his days better and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

[levmada]

i was thinking about it and i realized how cruel it would've been if kuchel still had to actively work as a prostitute whilst pregnant with levi. like pls i get the need to have money and that the whole Underground mentality is survival but at least during that time, kuchel needed a break or to at least not have some pig on her. like kuchel is strong and all but imagine the potential shame felt from being unable to keep levi "safe" even before he's born(??).

god this is so interesting. Kuchel probably kept the pregnancy from her boss(es) for as long as possible until she started showing too much to excuse. because what if she got "fired"? when the truth does come out, i think the other women would've stood up for her though. even women who Kuchel's not particularly close to.

But fr she probably had some close friends that always wanted to touch her belly🥺 and maybe talked about names with, or held debates over whether it's a boy or a girl... to take away from the true gravity of Kuchel bringing a baby into this kind of world.

if she ever heard criticism or pointed questions about how happy a baby/Levi would be, Kuchel would completely dismiss it, and get defensive. She knew she loved Levi even before he was born, and that she would provide, support, and protect him with her life. he deserved to have a chance to live.

she was especially ornery after Kenny came to try and talk her out of it. a shouting match perhaps? holy shit. Kuchel being the one to flat-out tell him to go to hell if he says one more thing about her baby being cursed or doomed from the start. I like to think about the sorrow Kenny would feel, even though he'd be remiss to admit it even to himself.

on the topic of the women Kuchel considered friends, they would come by her room with extra food from time to time since she was eating for two. I think that after a certain point when Kuchel was too far along to work (it's dangerous anyway?), Kuchel had to go without pay and (begrudgingly) relied on the others for charity. Kuchel is the independent type, but for Levi she set aside her pride and asked for help.

imagine after she's done with a client and the guy lights a cigar or something. she refuses to be in the room with him (would a customer pay her extra to cuddle or something...?) until he puts it out. On that topic I wonder how many customers she'd get after it became clear she was pregnant? Very sad to imagine her pregnancy being used as a turn-off for some customers. maybe others had a moral problem with it, but in the Underground who knows.

did any customers have a savior complex? and offered to take Kuchel away from the Underground, like sweeping her off her feet or something? She'd probably heard the same promises many times before and didn't take the offer because she knew they wouldn't go through with it. But then again, if it meant her baby being born and living Aboveground, wouldn't she have done it? Even if that meant a toxic or abusive relationship, at least Levi would've had a father figure and had sunlight. Could she have been that stubborn? For Levi there's nothing she wouldn't have done :/ so maybe she didn't get that chance.

customers who offered to pay for her to have an abortion... Kuchel's boss(es) threatening her with less pay if she didn't because of the way her body would look after the birth (stretchmarks, a bigger belly I think? and for some time after birth she wouldn't be able to have sex).

Godd she'd definitely feel so much shame. she had so little support, and even less ability to make sure her baby grew in a good environment. the stress on her couldn't have been good. But her anger, too, whenever customers/whomever insulted the idea of a prostitute being a mother. calling her baby a parasite. perhaps thinking of Kuchel as "ruined" in a way.

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[yorsgirl]

Grant me a wish

Levi Ackerman x Reader

Synopsis: In which, Levi takes it upon himself to fulfil that one wish of yours.

Trope: Angst, fluff, established relationship.

Warnings: Post Canon, implied nsfw, kissing, no mentions of y/n.

Word count: 1.3k

A/N: Nothing just me milking my daydream with this fine specimen of a man. Fuck you Isayama for making my man go through all that shit 😭 (jk, thank you for writing this amazing story for us)

Levi never said that he loved you.

In all the years you've spent with him neither did he once speak those three words. He never said those words while you were in the infirmary being treated for your broken ankle.

Neither had he ever urged you to skip any expedition nor did he push you away when you were adamant to fight this war alongside him.

Perhaps, his love is not to be heard. It's meant to be felt.

It was felt when you were the first one he looked for after every expedition. It was felt when he'd ask you to stay back for training. It was felt he himself strapped the harness of your ODM before an expedition. It was felt that after submitting the paperwork he'd take a trip to your room. It was felt when he told you about his past; revealing each and every darkest secret as you shared a cup of tea under the starlight. To know the hands which caressed your form every night with tenderness were the same hands stained with the red of death.

Amidst this never-ending war, the concept of a blooming romance was like a far-fetched dream. And there was a hint of fear. Fear of you suffering the same fate as everyone he loved.

For everyone he loved had been taken away one way or another.

.

It wasn't on any special day that it happened.

The air was humid and you could hear the crickets chirping outside your window. The sun was setting down the horizon slowly when Levi asked you that question.

"They died for us..." He had said, gazing out the window before shifting his form towards you.

"Would you live with me for the rest of my life?"

There was no bit of hesitation on his face but you could sense a subtle hint of fear when his voice turned heavy. Fear of what might be your answer. It wasn't a question on impulse or one of reassurance you had answered previously.

He didn't kneel before you nor did he voice out any of his feelings. It was a question, as simple as that. Yet, it was the most important he had ever asked of you.

When you didn't answer for long, he was prepared to apologize as his shoulders slumped down. But before he could conjure those words, your lips met his. It was unlike any other kisses you had shared until that day. Your lips didn't move against his, it stayed like a touch of a petal.

It was a kiss to shush him from wringing an apology (what was there to even apologize for), one to convey your answer.

He brought out a ring from his pocket. Nothing fancy, just a silver band on first inspection. In the second look, you found his initials engraved on the backside. He slid it on your finger without any further ado.

Next, he had passed you another identical ring and forwarded his hand to you. You found your initials engraved on its backside as he urged you to put it on him.

"I could only afford this." He confessed, meeting your gaze. There was a subtle disappointment lingering in his voice. He could have gotten you something more intricately crafted or one made of a more valuable metal.

You offered a soft smile, intertwining your fingers with his. The pad of his thumb rubbed circles upon your knuckles, the silver ring glinted as the sunlight reflected on it.

Only if he knew, you needed no ring for you had him by your side.

.

Each step towards the altar was a step-down memory lane.

Clad in a black suit, similar to the one he had worn to all the meetings in the survey corps. You always told him he looked like some nobleman wearing such an outfit.

You noticed the slight change in demeanor when he saw you walking down the aisle in your white dress and a bouquet of white lilies. He was standing before the priest; waiting for your arrival.

That caused a frown. His knee was still damaged and from the medical reports, he needed to rest it as much as possible. You remember repeatedly chiding him to use the wheelchair but his stubbornness was evident. You were sure to give him an earful after this was over.

You never took Levi as the one to want a traditional wedding ceremony. You were sure he'd want to just sign the papers in court and be done with it. That's what you thought. 

Until he asked you to pick a dress and a location. Informing you he had sent word to your union to the needful people. So you did, chose a dress to your liking and the spot which held both of your memories—the survey corps headquarters.

Walking between all the guests you reached him. A lot of guests weren't present to witness this matrimony. Only his remaining squad and the queen made a graceful appearance with her daughter - Ymir. But they were your family. The very family with whom you had fought a war alongside. The ones who held witness to your laughs and tears, who had your back through thick and thin.

A family brought together by tragedy.

Levi helped you up the stairs, offering his hand which you took gratefully. Standing before him, all the doubts that plagued your mind previously faded into thin air. There were no regrets, no second guesses, no jitters, nothing except the love you held for him. Looking back, there were a lot of things he didn't say but his actions conveyed proof of those unspoken words.

Everything felt right when you looked into his eyes.

A sense of tranquillity settled on you. Your loud heartbeat seized to a comforting pace when he held your hand. Gazing at you with no bit of hesitance whatsoever. There was a ghost of a smile adorning his lips.

He never looked more beautiful than now.

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"Grant me a wish, Levi."

"What kind?"

"To speak of your honest feelings when the right day comes."

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You were the strongest in his eyes.

Humanity's strongest soldier, they called him. He carried loads of expectations behind his back; and carried the hopes and dreams of every soldier who gave up their life for this cause. For a chance at freedom which was so valiantly fought for till the end.

And now, he stood before you. You, the woman who stuck by his side till the end. To not keep a distance when he revealed his vulnerabilities and shared about the darkness residing in him. Quite the contrary, you closed the distance into an embrace.

Surreal to know, you were here and not some vision in the air. You were here, right before him. And this war was over. The bloodshed, the death, the conflicts, everything was over. Hence now, he decided to live. Live a life with you which you used to speak about. A normal life.

He honestly didn't know what the future held. Neither was he aware of how this decision will turn out. He never had but he knew if you were with him; he'd figure it out.

The priest's voice reached his ears.

"State your vows."

Vows. He was never vocal about his intentions. Not the one to make sweet, empty promises. But here, he wished to say something which he always meant to express.

He took a deep breath, clutching your hand tightly in his. Each syllable of your name rolled off his mouth in an agonizing slow pattern.

And after a long time, he saw tears slide down your eyes. For once, these tears were not of sorrow but of happiness. The absolute bliss to hear him speak of his feelings for you. He granted your wish on this very day.

Those words:

"I'll always be yours."