#commander armin arlert

[rocknroll-stolemyass]

SNK characters and the can you buy me pads text, part I

Like if you want a second part hehe

[daemontargaryenwhore]

[ackermanrage]

ᴛʜᴇ ɢʜᴏꜱᴛ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴜꜱ

Levi Ackerman x Fem!reader wc: 3k warnings: Explicit Content (18+), Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Divorce, Jealousy, Possessiveness, Mentions of Past Trauma, Graphic Smut, Brief Violence (verbal confrontation), Intense Emotional Conflict. an: Thanks to @alebrasil0101 for requesting this fic!!

The problem with silence was that it didn’t scream. It whispered. It rotted slowly in the corners of rooms you used to love in. It crept into the bed you once shared, curled up beside him like it belonged there.

And Levi Ackerman?

He still slept on his side of the bed. Years after the divorce. Years after he stood in the hallway, watching you leave with the kind of quiet that should’ve broken a man. It didn’t — not then. Not immediately. Levi didn’t break clean. He cracked like glass left in freezing rain.

He thought you’d come back.

Maybe it would just take a few days. A week. A month, if you were really angry.

But you didn’t.

And now it’s been four years and six months, and the ring he never had the courage to throw away still sits in the second drawer of his desk. It’s beside a photo of you from your wedding — hair windblown, eyes radiant, mouth open in mid-laugh.

He hasn’t looked at it in months.

But tonight?

Tonight, he does.

Because tonight, fate drags him to a rooftop charity gala he had no business attending — and drops you into his lap like the punchline to a cruel, long-running joke.

The first thing he sees is your dress.

Black. Satin. Effortless. The way it clings to your body makes his throat tighten — not just with lust, but with the unbearable weight of nostalgia. You used to wear dresses like that for him.

The second thing he sees is the man.

Tall. Well-groomed. Laughing too easily.

You’re standing next to him — eyes sparkling, a hand on his forearm, your head tipped toward his shoulder — and Levi can’t fucking breathe. For a moment, the noise around him dims. The rooftop lights, the low strings of the quartet, the clink of glasses — it’s all distant. Insignificant.

Because you’re here.

And you look… happy.

But your smile doesn’t reach your eyes.

He knows that smile. He married that smile. He ruined that smile.

And when your gaze flickers across the room and lands on him — just a heartbeat’s glance — the air thickens like storm clouds rolling in.

You freeze. He swallows hard.

And suddenly, the space between you feels like the battlefield it’s always been.

“Levi.” Your voice is soft — careful — like touching an old bruise.

He stares. His eyes don’t leave your face. He doesn’t say your name yet. Doesn’t trust himself to. It might sound like begging.

You’re older. Beautiful in a quieter way now. The kind of beautiful that comes from surviving grief, from learning how to live with scar tissue.

“Didn’t expect to see you here,” you add.

He grunts. “Didn’t expect to stay this long.”

You give a breathy laugh. Nervous. Your eyes flick to the man beside you, now deep in conversation across the bar. “That’s Ren. We work together. He’s…” You pause. “He’s good company.”

Not your partner. Not your boyfriend. Just good company.

Levi clenches his jaw. It doesn’t help.

You nod toward the balcony. “Can we talk?”

He doesn’t answer. Just walks.

You follow.

The air is cool outside. Not cold enough to bite, just sharp enough to feel like truth.

You stand beside him, arms folded over your chest. The city glows below, golden and aching. For a long moment, neither of you speak. The silence between you is older now. Less angry. But not kinder.

“I used to wonder,” you begin, voice barely louder than the wind, “how long it would take for you to forget me.”

Levi turns his head, slowly. “I never did.”

You smile — bitter, brittle. “You did a damn good impression.”

His voice is low. Tired. “I didn’t know how to hold you without breaking you.”

“You didn’t even try.”

That one lands. Hard.

He looks away.

You continue, not out of cruelty, but because it’s the only thing you’ve kept in your chest all this time that still burns. “I didn’t need perfection. I needed presence. I needed you to say something when I was drowning in the silence you left me in.”

“I thought…” he murmurs, “if I stayed quiet, it would keep me from ruining it more.”

“You ruined it by saying nothing.”

Another silence. This one thicker. But behind it — a pulse. A heartbeat.

“You still wear your ring,” you whisper.

Levi stiffens. Looks down.

He hadn’t realized he still wore it tonight. He never does in public. But he did tonight. Maybe some part of him knew. Maybe he never stopped waiting.

“I couldn’t get rid of it,” he admits. “Because if I did, it would mean you were really gone.”

You look at him then. Like really look at him.

And he’s not the same man you left.

He looks older. More tired. But softer somehow, too — like losing you peeled away all the layers he’d hidden behind. His armor doesn’t shine anymore. It rusts. It bleeds.

But his eyes still hold yours like a promise he never knew how to keep.

“Do you still love me?” you ask, not expecting an answer.

But he gives you one anyway.

“I never stopped.”

It happens slowly.

You brush his hand. He grips it like it’s air. Like he’s been suffocating for years and your skin is the only thing that might save him.

The first kiss is hesitant. Gentle. It tastes like grief.

But the second?

The second is years of unresolved want, shame, guilt, desire — all tangled together. It’s teeth. Tongue. The way his hands frame your face like you’re sacred. Like he’s begging the universe to let this moment last.

The moment the door shut behind you, Levi’s hands were on you—rough, desperate, shaking with years of pent-up longing. His mouth crashed into yours, all tongue and teeth and breathless groans, like he was trying to drink you in, to taste every second he'd wasted apart from you. You barely had time to gasp before he backed you into the nearest wall, lifting you effortlessly by your thighs. Your legs wrapped around his waist, heat pressed against heat, and he groaned low in his throat when he felt how soaked you already were through your panties.

“Fuck—been thinking about this since the second you walked away,” he muttered against your lips, dragging his hips into you slowly, teasing the ache between your legs. “Didn’t think I’d ever get to touch you again.”

His mouth moved lower, biting down along your neck, sucking bruises you’d feel for days. Your fingers gripped his shoulders tightly, desperate to feel more. When he dropped you on the bed, you barely bounced before he was pulling your dress off, dragging it over your head, tossing it aside without looking.

His eyes darkened at the sight of you—chest rising and falling, nipples hard, thighs already trembling. He cursed softly, reverently, as his fingers hooked under your panties and pulled them down agonizingly slow, watching as the fabric clung to your slick folds.

“Look at this mess,” he growled. “You’re already dripping. All this for me?”

He didn’t wait for a reply. He dropped to his knees and dragged you to the edge of the bed, spreading your legs apart before he buried his face in your cunt.

Your moan shattered in your throat.

He licked a slow, deliberate stripe through your folds, groaning when he tasted you. Then he sucked your clit into his mouth, tonguing it in fast, messy circles that had your hands flying to his hair, gripping tight.

“L–Levi—fuck—” you gasped, hips bucking up against his mouth.

He slid two fingers inside you, curling them just right, stroking that spot that made your vision blur. His tongue didn’t let up, his fingers pumping faster, wetter, deeper—until your thighs clenched around his head and your orgasm crashed into you like a tidal wave. You screamed his name, back arching off the bed, every nerve ending on fire as you pulsed around him.

He didn’t stop.

He licked you through it, soft and teasing now, making you twitch from oversensitivity before pulling back with his lips wet and his pupils blown wide.

“Still with me?” he rasped, voice like gravel, already undoing his belt. “Because I’m not fucking done with you.”

You barely had time to nod before he was stripping off his pants, cock springing free—hard, thick, already leaking. He pumped himself slowly, watching you squirm.

“You want it?” he asked darkly. “Say it.”

“I want you,” you breathed, voice wrecked. “I want you to fuck me.”

He growled—pure, animal sound—and climbed over you, lining himself up at your entrance. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, stretching you around his cock until you were full to the hilt, gasping, nails digging into his back.

“Shit,” he hissed. “Still so fucking tight.”

He started to move—deep, punishing strokes that made you cry out, that filled you so perfectly it felt like your body had been made for his. Each thrust was harder, deeper, and you took it all, moaning his name like a chant, your hips rising to meet him.

His hand slid down between your bodies, finding your clit again, rubbing fast, tight circles until your body tensed and you came undone for the second time—loud and messy, clenching so hard around him he nearly lost it.

“Gonna come inside you,” he panted, fucking you through your orgasm. “Gonna fill you up. You want that?”

“Yes—yes, Levi, please—”

With a guttural groan, he thrust one final time and came deep inside you, hips jerking, cock twitching as he spilled everything into you. He stayed there, buried in you, panting against your neck, both of you shaking and soaked and wrecked.

And still, neither of you let go.

Afterward, he doesn’t leave.

You lie tangled in sheets, your head on his chest. His fingers stroke your back, like maybe if he touches you enough, it’ll rewrite the past.

“Do we try again?” you whisper.

“I never stopped,” he answers. “But this time… I won’t disappear.”

You pause. “Not even when it’s hard?”

He lifts your chin. Kisses you softly. Reverently. “Especially then.”

And for the first time in years — the silence doesn’t ache.

It rests.

It finally lets go.

___

You were late.

Not by much—fifteen minutes at most—but it was long enough to make Levi’s nerves coil tighter with each tick of the clock. He sat at the café table, one hand wrapped too tightly around his espresso, the other curled into a fist in his lap. You were supposed to meet him after your meeting downtown. A simple lunch. Something normal. Something new.

He wasn’t the same man you left. But that didn’t mean the man you left had disappeared entirely.

The door chimed.

Levi looked up—hopeful, already softening—and then his stomach twisted.

You walked in, laughing.

And beside you—him.

Ren.

The man from the gala. The one who stood a little too close. Who knew your favorite wine and which shoulder to lean in on when the room got loud. The one who had once touched your lower back like he’d earned it.

He hadn’t.

Not then. Not now. Not ever.

But today?

Today, Ren had his hand on your lower back again.

And Levi saw red.

You hadn’t noticed him yet. You were smiling—eyes bright, head tipped back as Ren said something charming in that effortlessly smug way that made Levi want to drive his fist into his perfect fucking jaw.

The espresso cup shattered.

He hadn’t even realized he’d crushed it.

You finally turned—and froze.

Your expression shifted in slow-motion: warmth, recognition, and then guilt. You stepped away from Ren, lips parting, but Levi was already rising to his feet. His chair scraped violently against the floor.

“Levi—” you began.

He didn’t answer you. His eyes never left Ren.

“You followed her here?” he asked, low and lethal.

Ren blinked, taken aback. “I—what?”

“You dropped her off at the gala. I remember your face,” Levi said, taking a step forward. His voice was calm. Too calm. “Didn’t think I’d need to remember your hands.”

Ren looked at you. “You didn’t mention—”

“She doesn’t have to mention shit,” Levi growled, now a breath away. “What she doesn’t need is some half-interest prick hovering around her like a stray dog hoping for scraps.”

You stepped between them, palm pressed to Levi’s chest—but he was shaking. Fury laced through every muscle. “Levi—stop.”

He looked at you now, and the betrayal in his eyes made your stomach twist.

“You let him touch you again?” he asked, voice low and raw.

“Levi—he’s a coworker. He just walked me here.”

“Did he walk you into your apartment too? Did he hold your fucking hand the whole way?” His voice cracked at the edges now, wild with something deeper than rage. “You were mine last night. Mine.”

Ren bristled. “She’s not an object.”

Levi turned his head slowly.

“You’re right,” he said. “She’s not. But you don’t get to pretend you know her. You don’t know the sound she makes when she’s too wrecked to speak. You don’t know what she looks like when she’s trying not to cry, or how she tugs her sleeve when she’s nervous, or that she never sets her phone down screen-up because she’s always afraid of bad news.”

He stepped closer—shoulder-to-shoulder now—and his voice dropped to something intimate and vicious.

“You don’t know that she loves basil on everything. That she says ‘I’m fine’ when she’s not. That she has a tiny scar on her hip from when she fell at age ten. I do. I know it all. I lived in it. I burned for it. I broke it.”

He looked over Ren’s shoulder. “And I came back for it.”

Ren took a cautious step back, clearly reading the message: walk away or be walked over.

He turned to you, offering a weak smile. “I’ll see you at the office.”

Levi didn’t speak again until Ren was gone.

Then he turned to you—like a man unraveling, like something inside him had cracked too loud to ignore.

“I can’t—” he began, jaw tight. “I can’t pretend I’m okay watching other men touch you. I know I don’t have the right. But it still feels like I’m bleeding from the inside out every time it happens.”

You stared at him, breath caught, you never expected that Levi could say something like this, for you.

“I’m scared,” he admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “Terrified you’ll wake up and realize I’m still that man who didn’t fight hard enough. That you’ll look at someone else the way you used to look at me.”

Your heart broke a little.

“Levi,” you whispered. “You fought just now.”

His eyes flicked up.

“And that—this—is exactly what I needed four years ago,” you said, stepping closer, brushing your thumb across his cheek. “Not silence. Not distance. Just you."

He exhaled sharply. Pulled you in with a force that said mine without saying a word.

And when he kissed you again, it wasn’t just claiming.

It was chaos. Fire. A man starved for the one thing he thought he lost forever.

And this time—he wasn’t letting go.

©ackermanrage - please do not copy, translate, or plagiarize my work!

[dragonsoulage]

When you tell them you want d*ck

feat. Levi Ackerman, Eren Yeager, Armin Arlert, Jean Kirstein, Connie Springer, Reiner Braun, Erwin Smith

Hello world, it's me ovulating 🌚☠️ so we all know what this means, time for a dirty smau when you tell them you need their dick sooo badly. Because I can say for myself I do 👁️👄👁️😩☠️🤣

Warnings: smut, creampie mentions (Connie), breeding mentions (Erwin), pet names

[levi501ackerman]

social media x Levi head cannon

Levi would not have social media

Or

Levi made an insta account only because you have one. His account is private

He has 4 followers: you, Erwin, Hange and because he liked the kid, Armin. (Eren has been pestering Armin wondering why Levi lets Armin follow him and not himself.)

He has no profile picture, no bio, but because insta keeps telling him to make his 1st post he does it to stop getting the notifications.

All he does is post a screenshot of one of your pics from your insta. Its poorly cropped so anyone who could look at it can tell he just screenshotted one of your insta pics. There’s no caption.

He follows less than 15 accounts including you, Erwin, Hange and Armin. Some are cleaning ASMR accounts or organization ASMR and maybe a cat account.

He doesn’t like or comment on any posts.

One day Hange posts and Levi is barely in one of the slides, but he’s still tagged.

His notifications get blown up with over 20 follow requests.

Eventually he goes through them. He lets Sasha follow him only because she’s your best friend. He hesitates to follow her back, he does only because of you.

Sasha brags about it to Jean, Eren and Connie

Moblit is the only person Levi reached out to first. He follows him and later Moblit requests.

As time goes Levi’s insta is just photos of you, he’s not even in it.

The captions are just “one year with my girlfriend.”

“christmas with my girlfriend”

“two years”

“three years”

he wouldn’t post about the engagement

“four years”

He posts one professional photo of you and him from the wedding

Levi finally lets Eren follow him. He doesn’t follow back

masterlist

[bellsyeager]

Commander’s Privilege

Armin Arlert x reader, commander armin, established relationship, nsfw

summary: shy Armin’s gone — now he’s rough, possessive, and absolutely ruining you, then cuddling you like his life depends on it.

Warnings: This chapter contains explicit NSFW content, rough and possessive sex, light marking (biting, bruises), praise kink, slight dom/sub dynamics (Commander Armin energy), lots of desperate love, and soft aftercare — please read responsibly.

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It didn’t happen overnight.

At first, Armin touched you like you might break.

Soft.

Careful.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he whispered the first time his hands slid under your shirt, voice trembling.

“I just want to make you feel good.”

And you had.

God, you had.

But tonight?

The man who pinned you to the door?

Was not the boy who once blushed at the sight of your skin.

This was Commander Arlert.

⸻

It started fast.

The door slammed shut, your back hit the wall hard.

Armin’s mouth was on yours immediately — rough, possessive, starving.

You gasped into the kiss, but he didn’t let up.

“You’ve been teasing me all day,” he growled against your lips.

“The way you smiled, the way you bent over the damn table—”

“You think I didn’t notice?”

You whimpered, trying to pull him closer.

He caught your wrists — pinning them above your head with one hand.

You struggled, but he just chuckled darkly.

“Stay still,” he murmured. “Or I’ll make you.”

The threat sent a shiver racing down your spine.

You nodded.

Armin smirked.

⸻

He stripped you fast — almost impatient.

Your shirt yanked over your head, your pants shoved down, your skin exposed to the cool air.

He kissed your throat, your collarbone, your chest —

biting down just hard enough to make you gasp.

“You look so good like this,” he muttered, lips brushing your skin.

“Mine to mark. Mine to fuck. Mine to ruin.”

You whimpered, legs trembling.

“Please, Armin—” you whispered.

He pulled back, blue eyes dark and dangerous.

“What do you want, sweetheart?”

“You want me to make you forget your own name?”

You nodded desperately.

Armin smiled — slow, wicked.

“Good.

You’ll beg for it.”

⸻

When he finally pushed inside you, it wasn’t slow.

It was deep.

Hard.

Devastating.

You cried out — nails scrabbling at his shoulders — but he caught your chin in one hand, forcing you to look at him.

“Eyes on me,” he commanded.

“I want to see how good I fuck you.”

You moaned again, helpless.

He set a brutal pace — slamming into you with no mercy, no patience.

The sounds — skin against skin, desperate gasps, broken cries — filled the room.

Armin pressed his forehead to yours, panting:

“So tight for me,”

“So fucking perfect,”

“Nobody else gets to see you like this. Nobody.”

Your legs shook.

You tried to beg — for what, you didn’t even know — but he shushed you, voice low and ragged:

“Give it to me, baby.

Let go.

Want to feel you fall apart on my cock.”

You shattered with a scream —

clenching around him so hard he groaned your name like a prayer.

“Fuck— that’s it— that’s my girl—”

“So fucking beautiful when you break for me.”

He held you through it —

thrusting through your orgasm until you were a boneless, trembling mess.

And only then —

only then —

did he follow, biting your shoulder to muffle his own broken moan as he spilled inside you.

⸻

Armin stayed there for a moment, breathing heavily, forehead against yours.

Then, slowly, carefully, he slipped out — catching you before you could collapse.

He kissed your hair, your forehead, your cheeks, murmuring between each kiss:

“You’re okay.

You did so good.

So proud of you.”

He carried you to the bed, setting you down gently, like you were made of spun glass.

You whimpered as he wiped you down, cleaned you carefully — murmuring soft apologies even though you clung to him the whole time, not wanting him to go far.

When he finished, he pulled you into his lap — wrapping you tight in a blanket, cradling you against his chest.

Kissing every mark he left on your body.

“Look at you,” he whispered, brushing his fingers over a deep bite on your shoulder.

“So pretty with my marks all over you.”

“You’re mine,” he said again, voice rough and quiet.

“No one else gets you like this. No one else ever will.”

You nuzzled into his chest, heart aching with how much you loved him.

Armin stroked your hair, kissed your forehead.

“Rest now, sweetheart,” he murmured.

“I’ll be right here.

Always.”

And you believed him.

Because you were his.

And he was yours.

Always.

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[arabella0001]

you accidentally confess to them

characters: armin, reiner, erwin, connie

part 1: eren, levi, jean

another smau

[ackerpenguin]

Episode 9, Day 23 of Shingeki No Kyojin: Picture Drama is basically just three and a half minutes of Erwin being a socially inept weirdo, lol. 😆

[alebrasil0101]

[i-am-pixxie]

Finally finished my Erwin glass painting. It's like my second attempt, so not great but ah well. I started it during last summer holidays 😭 finally finished this summer holiday 😭😭 (I didn't have time, K?!)

[ettas-stuff]

I’ll make a man out of you

[lady-purpleblue]

New Shingeki no Kyojin Illustration

Chibi version

[wingedwhitelioness]

The phoenix has risen from its ashes 🔥🔥🔥

New AOT Official Art

[hadtobeconfronted]

AOT Beach/Summer Headcannons

I live in a place that is so hot you can basically swim all year long. So I bring you beach/beach vacation/swimming brainrot. You’re welcome. One suggestive entry for each person marked with an * +fem reader

Levi, Mikasa, Hange, Armin, Eren, Annie, Erwin, Reiner

Mikasa:

- doesn’t want you to wear a bikini

-will most likely wear one herself ??

-two hour timer to reapply sunscreen (same)

-lets you borrow her sun hat

-carries the big ass beach tote for you

+ the lunch bag

+ the water

-she also made the food

-starts a splash fight in the ocean so she can see you laugh

-also she almost dies laughing when you get scared of seaweed touching you

-“what if it’s a sea monster!? you would just let it kill me!?”

*brings jasmine and coconut candles for a bath together back at the hotel ;))

Reiner:

-definitely throws you in the pool to piss you off (I hate this shit)

-you tell him good luck catching a murder charge because you’re not swimming back up

-hopes you wear a bikini

-will get a sunburn

-prob drinks beer all day (pls don’t do this you will pass out)

-takes midday naps with you back at the hotel

-ac has to be set at 65 degrees

-lots of cuddles in the chilly air and fresh sheets

*def tries to bang you in the hot tub

Eren:

-is also a pool tosser but he jumps in with you so it’s more fun

-pool volleyball champion

-cannonballs

-gets you to make a whirlpool with him (love doing this)

-also gets a sunburn

-lets you put aloe on him but has an attitude about it

-helps you put your hair in a braid so it doesn’t get all tore up

*constantly tries to untie your bikini top + bottoms while you swim (hott sorry)

Hange:

-gets drunk on fancy tropical drinks

-the kind with mini umbrellas

-puts said umbrellas behind your ear

-tells you “you look sooo prettyy”

-would suggest playing mermaids

-karaoke at the bar

-maxi dress + messy updo for dinner

-gets enough sun to make their cheeks pink

-lowkey a beach goddess

*can’t keep their hands off you when you smell like coconut after sun lotion

Armin:

-will probably join you to play mermaids

-brings a whole ass picnic to the beach

-all the fixings

-let’s you put sunscreen on his face + back

-gets tickled when you touch his back

(so cuteee)

-likes to sit under an umbrella to people watch

-“I think that couple over there is fighting look” ->

-takes lots of pretty pictures of you under the palm trees

*lets just say he was realllyyy excited to see you in your bathing suit and had a hard time hiding it

Annie:

-probably forces you to wear a cover up lmao

-she gets shy when she sees you like that

-wears a long sleeve bathing suit

-also wears a big floppy sun hat

-lowkey a beach reader but reads something super serious

-“what’s ‘light beach reading’?”

-really appreciates that you packed a lunch

-you made cucumber sandwiches her fave <3

-her hair gets beautiful waves from the salty air (I’m jealous)

*def showers with you to “help wash off the sand” and yk other for other reasons too ;)

Erwin:

-special vacation button downs

-dork

-let’s you get super drunk off piña colada’s

-keeps you safe

-late night beach walks

-fancy dinner reservations

-wears those stupid fisherman sunglasses iykyk

-you’re kinda embarrassed by his sunglasses lmao

*would pull you into his lap while you sit to take a break walking the beach for a make out sesh

“Shhh it’s okay, it’s okay, no one can see us”

people can def see. he knows that. oops

Levi:

-def wears a shirt to swim

-honestly would probably skip the beach

-sand makes him feel dirty

-would find it really sweet and silly if you wanted to play mermaids

-you’re gonna be playing alone tho

-allows himself to sleep in late at the hotel

-also sleeps with the ac down low so he has a reason to cuddle you extra close

-kinda pissed he missed hotel breakfast tho

-lowkey fantasizes about you being a siren

-maybe indulges in a night pool swim

*said swim turns into to kissing + heavy petting but stops before it gets crazy cause he’s embarrassed to get caught

I hope you enjoyed this! Kinda random and silly. Kinda put together quickly but it brought me joy <3 - K

[dragonsoulage]

When you ask them to wear a Ghostface mask…

feat. Levi Ackerman, Eren Yeager, Armin Arlert, Jean Kirstein, Connie Springer, Reiner Braun, Erwin Smith

Soooo being back with another smau and idk why but I was so in the mood for a Ghostface theme. Like I‘m kinda into masks not just Ghostface but I do have the feeling Ghostface is over all kinda good to go yk? Kinda feeling giddy about that 🤣💀🤌🏻 so have fun with this one 🌚🌚💖

[satorella]

ima still watch it again & again tho😀