#shingeki no kyojin x yn

[system-to-the-madness]

Why should I care - Levi Ackerman x Reader

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x fem!Reader Genre: fluff Word Count: 1 458 Warnings: none Summary: Levi acompaies you to the market even though he has no interest in it. Prompts: market

A part of Levi wondered why he was even at this market. Of course, he knew why, but he felt so out of place and at the same time so infinitely at peace. Which, in itself, was another feeling he wasn’t used to.

The basket he was holding was heavy with fresh vegetables you had already bought, his back leaning against the edge of a fountain. There was no real reason for you to buy your own food, since you got three meals at the food hall every day, but the food there was cheap, and fresh vegetables and fruit were expensive, so they were hardly served.

Levi had known you liked going to the market for a long time, but it was the first time you had invited him along. When you had knocked against his door that morning, dressed in a simple brown dress with a sweater on top, as orange as the leaves on the trees, asking if he wanted to join you, he hadn’t even spared the market a second thought, only jumping at the idea of getting to spending time with you.

Even though he had asked if you wanted to date him over a month ago, he still felt lost. In his head he had never thought further than your rejection, so when you had agreed to go out with him, he had been helpless. So far, he had only taken you on one proper date, star gazing on top of the roof of the headquarters, but you never had complained. Both your schedules were busy, so most of the ‘dating’ you did, consisted of doing the paperwork together which you before had done in separate rooms.

Levi stopped.

Was this a date, he wondered. Going to the market together?

Now that he thought about it, it did look like you had dressed up a little. So had he though, after learning he was to accompany you. Instead of the usual uniform, he wore some comfortable and elegant clothes, that made him almost feel overdressed for the market. But the spark in your eyes as you had seen him and adjusted his previously perfectly straight tie made up for it.

Now his eyes were following you, as you walked from a stand with vegetables to one with fruit. The golden sunlight of the autumn day lit the scene in warm light, and as Levi watched the long skirt play around your legs, he couldn’t help but think that he wouldn’t mind autumn as much as he did if every day were as beautiful as today. Although, if he was honest, the day’s beauty was only measured in how many moments it gave him to admire you. He still felt uncomfortable and strange with the aching in his chest, that had him gravitate towards you constantly. It didn’t fit anything he knew about his own body and heart, and he still struggled with showing his affection. In the month of dating, the times he had held you could be counted on one hand.

You were still studying the fruits on display, when Levi’s eyes got caught on something else. Quickly checking if you were still occupied, he grabbed the handle of the basket tightly in his hand and pushed away from the fountain, walking straight towards a stand that sold small bouquets of flowers. He had already spied the one he liked best, so he simply pointed at the flowers and had the owner wrap their stems up in paper, before he paid the man, making it back to his spot at the fountain just in time before you called him.

“Levi, come here!” You waved him over, a smile on your lips that made his heart stutter. Holding the basket with the flowers at an angle that hid the contents from your sight, he walked over. “Which ones do you want to try?”

His eyes followed your hand, as you pointed at a variety of different grapes. Each kind had a small sign stuck against the respective baskets they were kept in, stating the name and the degree of sweetness or sourness.

“I was thinking I want to try these ones,” you kept thinking out loud, Levi’s eyes wandering from the grapes to your thoughtful expression. Why should he care about some grapes when you were right in front of him? “But you haven’t bought anything for yourself yet, so why don’t you choose the kind you like best?”

Levi knew next to nothing about grapes. Yes, he liked them, the sweeter and juicier the better, but other than that? You could dry them and use them as ingredients for cooking or baking and certain kinds were turned into wine, but that was where his knowledge stopped.

Not wanting to disappoint you by seeming not to care, he averted his gaze from you again and read the signs describing the grapes instead. The ones you had pointed out were supposed to taste both sweet and sour, but his eyes got hung up on some dark purple, almost black seeming fruits that got described to have a fruity-sweet flavour.

“We’ll take half a pound of these,” he told the shop owner while pointing to the ones you had expressed your interest in, and then to the ones that sounded good to him “and half a pound of these.”

While the man weighted the grapes and wrapped them in paper, you turned to Levi.

“You’ve a secret sweet tooth, hm,” you asked with a smile on your lips as you wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled yourself closer to him. The gesture made his heart beat hard, and instinctively he placed his free hand on your hip. “How are you enjoying the market so far?”

Levi just hummed in response before realising you were expecting a proper answer. “It’s a market.”

“What do you mean, it’s a market,” you teased with a laugh. “You seemed so excited to go earlier!”

Levi averted his eyes and luckily was saved by the shop owner, who presented the packed fruit to Levi, who quickly paid.

But you seemed not to have forgotten the conversation yet, because as you strode on to the next stand, you intertwined your fingers with his. “I thought you’d enjoy going to the market at least a little bit.”

Levi sighed. That was one of his problems, he was bad at communicating, it always took him a lot of effort to phrase his thoughts, and when it came to you, those were usually thoughts he wasn’t used to thinking.

“I wasn’t looking forward to the market itself,” he admitted, feeling your confused expression on the side of his face. He knew you’d tell him he didn’t have to come if he wasn’t interested, so he quickly continued explaining. “I was looking forward to spending time with you, getting to watch you do something you enjoy.”

For a moment you were quiet at his side, and when he glanced at you from the corner of his eyes, he found you were smiling. “That’s cute, Levi!”

“Shut up,” he grumbled, not meaning it.

“I won’t,” you declared, but kept walking quietly next to him, gently swinging your intertwined hands between your bodies. “Oh look, over there!” Levi’s eyes once again followed where you were pointing to. “They sell hot fruit juice with spices! I’ve wanted to try that for ages. Want to get a cup? We can get to different flavours and share!”

Levi knew his lips were tucking into a smile at your enthusiasm, and he nodded. You didn’t waste a moment to lead him over to the stand and read out the menu to him as if he couldn’t read himself. He let you, content with focusing on your smiling and excited face rather than the boring description of drinks on a blackboard. This afternoon, upon returning to the headquarters, he’d give you the flowers he had gotten you, he decided.

A selfish part of his head told him that if you kept the flowers which he had given you in your room, there’s be a part of him always close to you. He should give you a necklace or another piece of jewellery, so you could really always keep something close which he had given you. What metal would you like better, gold or silver?

He was still half listening to you contemplating which drink to get, when he leant over and pressed his lips to yours in a short kiss. It wasn’t the first kiss you shared, but Levi still couldn’t help but marvel at how sweet your lips tasted. Why would he care about some warm, sweet drink, when the warmest and sweetest thing he could ever taste were your lips?

[leviackermanssjewishwife]

“What are you doing?” Levi mutters tiredly, his words broken slightly by the sleep he had just woken up from.

“Nothing.” You answer back softly and aimlessly as you mindlessly traces his back, with a soft smile, your pointer finger gently smoothing over each back dimple and muscle.

Levi lets out a little sleepy huff as your words, closing his eyes once again as your slow and steady finger movements over his back lull him back to sleep.

He’ll never tell you but these little things you do like tracing the muscles (and dimples, which he doesn’t believe he has) on his back, or playing with fingers under the table or combing your fingers through his hair, are his favorite calming methods.

You existing already just relaxes him, but these little things you do to him just makes his entire body melt and his heart flutter.

These little mindless moments are his favorite.

[captainleviswifee]

Levi WIP

"Oi you. Yes you."

"A word?"

[levispersonalslave]

Grumpy!Levi Ackerman × Sunshine!Reader, Any AU, Second Person POV, Fluff, SFW, Sun-gazing together, Enjoy ᡣ𐭩

His eyes fluttered open, before they instinctively squinted shut in exhaustion. He was quickly forced awake, however, as you shook him, your sweet and enthusiastic voice in his ear.

“Get up, Levi! The sunrise is so pretty today—the birds are chirping and the clouds are pink!”

He groaned, speaking in a low and guttural voice, “You know what else is pretty? Sleep.”

With that, he rolled over onto his side, his toned back facing you. You looked at him with an over-exaggerated pout. “Woe is me!” You whined, before collapsing dramatically onto the shared bed as though you were a dainty damsel.

He grunted in response and turned his head to look at you judgmentally, the fatigue evident on his face. “Woe is not you. Get up.”

You let out a dramatic whine, reaching out to tug on the sheets draped over his hips. “Please? Just for today!”

“I love you, but please stop whatever it is you're doing.”

“Not until you get up and watch the sunrise with me. Hurry up, or we'll miss it!” You urged him, nudging his back.

With an exasperated sigh, he turned around to face you, running his fingers through your hair. He had an irritated and sleepy look on his face, yet the fondness in his eyes was unmistakable. “Will you let me sleep if I watch it with you for a few minutes?”

You nodded eagerly, your lips spreading into a grin as you sensed his caving in. He pinched the bridge of his nose the way that he always did whenever he was about to give in to your pleas. You threw your arms around his neck, pulling him closer whilst you giggled gleefully and peppered his face with sweet kisses. “Thank you, baby~! I love you so much!”

He stayed silent as you smothered him in kisses, until he swatted you away like an insect. Despite his feigned annoyance, the soft pink that dusted his cheeks spoke volumes otherwise. He reluctantly sat up, running a hand down his face. Before he could even fully wake up, though, you yanked him off the bed, causing him to stumble and give you a half-hearted glare. “I'm coming, I'm coming, God...”

You squealed excitedly, dragging him to the window where you had drawn the curtains. You were right, the view was absolutely gorgeous. The entire sky was painted a coral-pink color, fading into a cerulean where the night was pushed away by the sunlight. The sun was just peeking out over the horizon, casting a golden glow onto every building and object in sight. There were a few people who were already up and walking down the streets, beginning their day by going to work—or perhaps feeding their pets. A couple puffs of clouds, dusted a pretty shade of pink, dotted the sky. The pair of you watched in awe; yet, every so often, he found his gaze being dragged back to your face.

You never failed to make his heart skip a beat. Your beautiful features, enhanced by the clear joy sparkling in your eyes, was a sight he would never tire of. He could care less about the sunrise. He only wanted to sit and admire you instead.

You crawled onto the bay window bench, tugging him along so that he sat with you. Snuggling up to him, you watched the sunrise with that sweet smile he'd always been fond of.

“It's beautiful, isn't it, Levi?”

He pulled you closer. “Hm...”

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[muekyn]

cabin boy eren <3

the solitude of living in a cabin significantly improved eren’s life. he became calmer, much more level headed. of course, he still had moments. bursts of rage and pure passion upon thinking about the circumstances you two were in, the cruelty of the world. but moments like these became farther and fewer in between. he could smile more, love more, live more.

the two of you have to work together in order to get resources like food and water, so you’re in each other’s presence very often. and eren wouldn’t want it any other way. he’s so delighted to spend his days with you.

eren had to cut his hair. although he prefers the way he looks with longer hair, it kept getting in the way(and he kept losing his hair ties), so he figured cutting it would be best. he cut it himself, needing your help halfway through. it came out slightly uneven.

eren always insists on doing the more labor-intensive tasks, so you don’t have to lift a finger. if it means you can relax more, eren is willing to put in extra effort. unless you want to, eren takes it upon himself to carry heavy logs and jugs of water back to the cabin.

he enjoys gathering firewood. once a week he gathers it, and always comes back with just the right amount of firewood. but it takes him a while to do it every time, since he insists on checking the wood for the right “moisture” of bark.

brings back cool things he finds whenever he goes out. whether that’s a colorful rock, or some pretty flowers, he always stuffs something in his pocket to bring back to you. it’s rather endearing that he’s thinking of you even while he’s gone, but you have to remind him not to touch any flowers or plants, since they might be poisonous. not that he listens though

there’s a serene garden in your backyard, full of different kinds of fruits and vegetables. though you tend to the garden more, eren will occasionally do the parts of gardening that you don’t enjoy as much, like pulling out weeds or warding off bugs.

collects little worms and caterpillars while he’s doing his part of gardening. whenever you come up to eren, asking him how he’s doing, he’s got a little circle of bugs next to him, an ecstatic grin on his face as he shows you a massive worm he dug up. and of course, he has different names for each of the bugs.

loves to cook for you. although eren isn’t the greatest cook, he tries his best. typically, he spends extra time in the kitchen, sometimes extra hours, just second guessing himself. he’s slightly panicking as he throws together spices, questioning if everything, at the very least, is acceptable. there’s a sense of pride that flushes through him whenever you enjoy his cooking. the dish he’s the most confident in is his stew, since you seem to genuinely love it.

there’s a small lake by the cabin you two live in. both of you happily spend your time there, either absentmindedly fishing or simply appreciating the way the breeze feels, the way you two can simply be in each other’s presence. cuddled naps are very common by the lake. the area is also perfect for spotting deer and other wildlife that happen to scramble by.

one of eren’s favorite ways to spend time with you is setting up a fire in the backyard area. watching the dusk slowly slip into night, while the stars begin to illuminate the darkness outside, is overwhelmingly calming for him. and having you there with him, your gentle smile and your soft touch, convinces eren that he doesn’t need anything else. just you.

[pinkdivinite]

creepy stalker levi social media au 😍 gawd i wish

[candyeyedoll]

My little headcanon about Armin is that he likes/doesn’t mind the smell of cigarettes. He finds it somehow familiar and kinda relaxing (?) His mother and his grandfather used to smoke, so he is used to it and wouldn’t mind if you do.

Well, it depends.

He would never like the fact that his partner is a smoker due to the harmful consequences of it. But he also makes it clear that it doesn’t bother him at all; the smoke and the slight scent of tobacco impregnated in your hair or clothes.

Is it bad that he thinks it’s a little sexy??

[jeankirstein4ever]

Like a Tattoo - Modern! Connie S.

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A/N : Match up for @marsthegoblin Ohmygod I love these so much, also requests are open and I missed writing so much

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You and Connie met at a thrift shop in downtown Shiganshina, you had both been picking through some women’s jeans , and in a questionably motivated act of kindness he had conceded the one pair of Carharts, “you go ahead and take ‘em baby” with a big smirk plastered across his face.

He had asked for your insta, and with a bit of convincing you had let him take you on a date.

After the first date it didn’t take much convincing to stay around, constant thrift store trips and house parties at Jeans and Erens, “no fucking way you’re with her, Connie, did he put you up to something - blink twice if your in danger.”

“Oh, shut the fuck up, ‘ren. You like me right baby, you promise?”

Connie loves to smoke, even if you don't, he’ll role up a couple and lay in your lap, letting you trace your fingers across his tattoos, the feeling of your hands over the raised skin sending chills down his spine.

“Thank you baby, love when you do that.”

His head positioned so perfectly in between your thighs, the air thick with smoke, making you question if you're all that sober; tilting his head to meet your eyes directly, eyes red and a little wider than usual.

He licks his lips a little, glossy and parted; he pushes himself up by his elbows to your mouth, nipping at your bottom lip, “love you so damn much.”

After a couple months he’ll go with you to get matching tattoos; local shop he had become a sort of regular at, a heart with his initial on your hip and the same with your initial on his hip.

He’ll take you home, and make sure you take good care of it, “here baby, let’s get some disinfectant on that.” He pushes you up on the counter, tugging the waist of your jeans down, to apply the cleansing gel to your skin.

Its cool on your skin, easing the incessant itching of an open wound, “feel better? I know its uncomfortable but you did so good.”

He finishes cleaning the tattoo, leaving his hand on your hip, he leans into you, his breathe running across your neck and ear “I like knowing whoever else fucks you has to see me on you, now” its said as a joke - partially, he laughs as he says it atleast, nipping at your ear.

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Cleopatra - Frank Ocean

BURN - ¥$, Kanye West

How Much is Weed - Dominic Fike

Rebirth of Slick - Digable Planets

TEMPTATION - Joey Bada$$

Time To Shine - 408 Darwin

Jezebel - Sade

Some - Steve Lacy

Self - Cleo Sol

Paper Soldier - Brent Faiyaz

Agora Hills - Doja Cat

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[m-jelly]

Imagine if Levi’s first Father’s Day happened while you were still pregnant 🥺 you’d give him a little Father’s Day gift and he’s surprised at first but then gets emotional when he realises “holy shit I AM a father!”

@kenkopanda-art <3

Happy first Father's day

Dad Levi x Fem!Reader

Modern AU, fluff, romance, pregnant reader, Levi becoming a dad, married life.

It's Levi's first Father's day. Even though the baby isn't born yet, you decide to gift him Father's day things which makes him rather emotional.

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @nbinairyn @bts-spnlvr12 @notgoodforlife @demonic-bird

"Levi?" You sang his name with love in your heart.

Levi perked up at you calling his name. No matter how many times you called it, he would never get tired of hearing you call his name. He smiled softly as he said your name. "My turtledove. Is everything okay?"

You clutched a bag in your arms as you grinned at your husband. "Today is a special day!"

He panicked a little and began thinking of all the special days you had together, but there wasn't one today. "Um...uh..." He grabbed his phone and searched his calendar. "I remember every single day, but I can't remember what today is."

It was so cute how worried Levi was. He never forgot an important day and you felt a little mean for springing this on him, but it was a new special day. You handed over a bag to him as excitement bubbled away inside of you.

Levi frowned and looked at the bag on his lap. "This a special day we share?"

"Nope, it's just for you."

He hummed in thought. "It's not my birthday."

You giggled and sat next to him. "It's not."

"What is this?"

You rubbed his back. "Why don't you open it up and find out instead of asking."

He hummed and opened the bag and pulled out a card and a little box. "What's all this?"

You kissed his shoulder. "Just open it."

He smiled a little and opened the box to reveal a teacup that said best dad ever. Levi's heart skipped a beat. "Mm."

You gripped Levi's arm. "The card."

"He opened the envelope and pulled out a card. "What..." Tears filled his eyes. "Oh..." The words Happy Father's Day on the front made his heart swell with joy. "Father's Day."

You kissed Levi's cheek over and over. "Happy first Father's Day. I know our baby hasn't been born yet and we've only had our first scan, but they love you and I love you."

He placed the card and cup down as he welled up. "Thank you." He wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly. "Thank you." He kissed you and smiled against your lips. "Best day ever."

You pulled back and giggled. "You have someone else to thank."

Levi slipped off the sofa and kissed your belly. "Thank you so much, sweet little baby." He covered your belly in kisses. "My next Father's Day you'll be here with me." He hummed a laugh. "I can't wait." He leaned up and kissed you. "How about we make sure I am a dad?"

You giggled. "I think we should." You wrapped your arms around his neck. "Come here, my sexy husband."

[marleysfinest]

reiner x reader, post-war smut drabble. cw injury, bleeding

big up wife @pisspope for the inspo for this one u the mvp

there was something about the winter months. something about the way the frost clung to the frozen leaves, how the morning air was so deadly silent, the sounds of nature blanketed and muffled by thick mist clouding the way. the way that life seemed to all but stop, as the insects and birds fell silent as they hid from the chill of the air, hoping to survive until the thaw of spring.

you stand against the frozen pillar of the porch, cloak wrapped tightly around your shoulders as you cradle your piping mug of tea to your chest. the steam that billows out is thick and milky white as it hits the freezing air, but you welcome the way it's warming you until it cools enough to drink. you stare out at the sprawling meadow, coated in frost and leaving just the slightest hint of minty-green of the grass beneath. the sun is rising slowly above the horizon, and soon the frost will melt.

it's been six months since the history-altering march of the titans and, while life is beginning to resume slowly, you can still make out the slightest outlines of footprints across the meadow, the tracks having moulded the earth forever. you come out here in the mornings to breathe in new life, but as much as you welcome living another day, this reminder will always be here to greet you. as you lose yourself yet again in a daydream of the past six months, you almost don't hear the door behind you open. before you can turn to take a look at him, reiner wraps you in his arms and another cloak for good measure.

"morning," he mumbles, his voice still thick with sleep. his arms wrap around your waist and he rests his chin on your shoulder, his sudden presence bathing you in heat. you mutter a 'good morning' in return, and rest your head against his.

"I don't like waking up to an empty bed. it's freezing, why don't you come inside?" he asks. you realise that you perhaps should, although that would mean moving from this embrace.

"I'm warm," you reply, "as long as you stay here I'll be just fine."

he huffs a laugh, sending warm air across your collarbone.

"well, I don't have a shirt on, and you are going to catch your death in that nightdress. c'mon."

he loosens his grip and moves to grab a fistful of your nightdress, gently tugging you back inside. despite knowing you should get out of the cold, something about the vista in front of you is begging you to stay and finish your drink, and so you resist his pleas at first.

"let me drink my tea, rei," you insist, knowing your refusal will be driving him mad. he channels so much of himself into making sure you're alright; he'd hate the thought of you being in the cold without him. you already know he's pouting before you turn to look at him. his eyes flicker to the steaming drink, meaning that if not for the risk of scalding you, he'd have scooped you off your feet by now. he looks defeatedly at the tea in your hands and sighs before moving in close to you. you look up to him, wide-eyed, and drink in his appearance. his eyes are still a little hooded, weighed down by sleep, and his golden hair is in disarray after another restless night. despite his dishevelled appearance, he has never looked better. with all the care in the world, he brings himself close to you, and it's then you feel him pressed up against your hip.

"the bed was empty when I woke up," he utters, "you know what kind of torture that is? to roll over and not have you right there?"

you smile, and blow on your drink.

"sorry," you say sweetly, "I guess I just wanted to see what lengths you'd go to to find me."

he sighs again, this time throwing in the gentlest hint of a growl with it, before leaning down to plant a kiss on your lips. it's firm and intense, and although the tea is warm and sweet, who are you to deny him?

"leave that out here, it'll cool down soon enough," he whispers, knowing you can't resist him when he asks, "I won't keep you long."

you sigh, trying to appear inconvenienced, but you follow him in a heartbeat. he leads you across the threshold and immediately the air is warmer; the fire hasn’t been going for long, but it’s already enveloped the room like a warm hug. he doesn’t give you long to appreciate the more comfortable temperature; before you have much of a chance to shrug off your shawl, reiner is on you, gently sliding the woollen knit from your shoulders and slipping his hands beneath your nightdress. his hands are delightfully warm, and already you can feel the heat beating from his chest. as he pulls you close to him, waist to waist and chest to chest, he swoops down to plant another kiss on your lips, but this one is far more passionate, far more meaningful. he lets one hand remain on the small of your back while the other repositions itself to the back of your head, holding you firmly against him.

he wastes no time in removing your nightdress completely, and in almost the same swift movement, his pyjama trousers have been recklessly discarded, almost landing in the fireplace. his breath is heavy, almost frantic, matching his movements which are bordering on hasty.

“rei - ” you breathe as he lays you on the couch in front of the fire, hoping that he’d pick up on the suggestion to slow down. while his enthusiasm was most welcome, it wasn’t exactly the norm for him, and you’d rather be assured that he’s alright rather than let him maintain this pace in any discomfort. he positions himself on top of you, firmly between your legs, and for a second you swear you can feel his heart beating against your chest.

“what?” he asks between kisses. he pushes himself hard against your heat, desperate to get right down to it, you can tell.

“slow down,” you whisper with a smile, “you don’t have to hurry.”

“yes, I do,” he replies instantly, hooking your leg over his shoulder, “I need you now.”

there was no need to question it. it was clear in his voice; if you didn’t know any better, you’d have thought he was a man possessed. but there was something about his tone that, while urgent and ragged, showcased his ecstasy and his joy, two emotions decidedly not often attributed to reiner braun, and it’s because of this that you decide not to push the matter any further, and let him do things the way he wanted.

he takes a second to adjust himself before entering you roughly, eliciting a sharp gasp from your lips that seems to spur him on. he’s so hard and so worked up that it’s almost concerning, but you’re in no position to care. he ruts into you with fervour and force, hitting that sweet spot again and again, mercilessly with no room for relief. he buries himself into your neck, kissing and sucking away, and in an attempt to both ground yourself and feel him deeper, you dig your nails into his shoulders, not realising the force with which you’re doing it. he lifts his head to look at you, really look at you as your foreheads rest together and you both feel your releases brewing. he grips you by the jaw as you come together, pulsing in ecstasy on the couch and, despite the freezing temperatures outside, feeling your sweat mix with his. he brushes a bead of sweat from your brow as time seems to stand still, this moment of contentment and pleasure on pause for as long as you wanted. until, that is, you see the red claw marks on his shoulders.

“rei!” you exclaim quietly, feeling embarrassed and guilty, “rei, you’re bleeding.”

the spell that he’s under is broken, and he’s craning his head to look for the source of your concern. he sees the claw marks and tiny beads of blood, but isn’t concerned or angry. in fact, there’s something else, something beyond, as he sits up to examine it closer. you start to feel worried that you’ve overstepped a boundary, especially when you see his eyes begin to well up. your eyes widen in horror.

“no, baby, don’t cry!” you squeal, “I’m so sorry!”

it stuns you when he smiles as the tears tumble across his cheek. he taps at the scratches so that his fingertips are tinted red, and swallows heavily.

“I haven’t bled in years,” he says, his voice breaking. despite your disbelief and horror, you realise that he looks happy. he looks euphoric. “I can feel it. I can still see it.”

you feel tears of your own begin to well as you realise the cause of his emotion; finally being able to have something to show for his injuries, something decidedly more human than he was used to. he looks at you with a warm grin.

“do it again.”

[system-to-the-madness]

Shingeki no Kyojin (Attack on Titan) - Masterlist

Armin Arlert x Reader

Lost Mittens and a Fireplace (832 words)

Drabble - fluff - Character A dropping a mitten/glove, character B noticing, and rushing after A to give it back.

Levi Ackerman x Reader

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[leviackermanssjewishwife]

First Levi related post recently, and yes, I’m being lazy.

[lucysarah-c]

Okay but also consider: After the rumbling Levi eventually gets a little softer around the edges. Like not overweight by any means but also just...softer because he isn't fighting everyday and gets to be safe (relatively at least).

Oh yes! I personally think Levi never truly loses the athletic side because he strikes me as someone who never stops training or maintaining good shape. Maybe it's my idea because both of my parents were very athletic in their youth, and with time passing, they didn't have as much free time to train, but they never lost the habit. So, I think that post-war Levi, especially since in the "bad boy cover" he seems to be in a way better shape than at the end of the manga, probably trains, not as much as he used to, but definitely keeps himself in movement. I like to imagine that perhaps he lost the extremely defined six-pack, and now he has more of a softer four-pack, and as you say, it's a bit softer at the edges. I don't know, hehehe, the idea of him picking up maybe his kids with just one arm, all together while he has a bit less defined abs, seems homely and sexy to me.

Kisses!

[keischreiber]

Are there any reinerxreader fics you can recommend?

Oh dang, I do. But they are all here on tumblr because I haven't been on AO3 in such a long time.

Here are some fluffy things that I recommend:

Reiner helping the reader sleep by @hangesbestie

Evening with you by @dompubliczn (I don't know if this can be considered smut, but it's very soft and fluffy, more than anything.)

I do have NSFW favorites too. I'll put the links here, but if you have any triggers, please read through their Trigger Warnings first. I think the writers of these works are absolutely great.

Don't Say It's Unholy by @dollwrites

Dividing Lines by @jujubean90

Sadly, I can't find the one where Reiner is a priest. That was also really good. If I find it, I'll reblog it.

[muekyn]

he’s so absolutely soft and sweet and tender. willing to show his vulnerable side, even if it’s just for a moment. but that moment means everything, that moment shows everything. everything he feels, everything he wants to say. he’s undoubtedly a darling <3

[wakasaz]

Thinking about riding Hanges face

☆~ Hange x Fem!Reader

☆~They/them pronouns used for Hange

☆~Not proofread

They pull you into their office, smacking their lips to yours as they walk you backward towards the desk. Bending to grab your thighs, they lift you onto the desk as their hands work to undo all you gear. Throwing everything on the floor while ripping your pants off, they drop to their knees, spreading your legs. "Such a pretty pussy" they say as they spit on your cunt watching it run down your slip. Taking their thumb they spread you open and as they run their tongue up you groaning at your taste.

Throwing your legs over their shoulders they start lapping at your cunt, alternating between sucking and licking your clit as they rub circles on your thighs. They continue to eat you like you're the last thing they will ever taste before abruptly stopping and pulling away. Smirking as you whine from loss of contact. Hange stands and throws themselves onto the desk. "Ride my face sweet girl" they say as they smirk at you. They grab your hips helping you on top of them. You hover over their face before they grab your hips, yanking you down onto them. "When I said ride my face I ment ride my face. You aren't going to hurt me doll"

Hips grinding as they lap at your cunt. Your hands are in their hair pulling as you throw your head back moaning their name. Hange is moaning against mumbling praises about how good you taste. Hange is gripping your hips, helping you grind back and forth. The hold they have on you is almost bruising. They smirk against you when your legs start to shake. Hange runs one of their hands down their body to and into their pants as the other one runs up yours squeezing your tit.

You continue to move your hips as they lap, suck, and nip at your cunt until they have you cumming for them. Screaming their name as you spasm on top of them. Your juices drip down their chin. Hange rubs your thighs as you come down from your high tapping your hips once you calm down for you to climb off them. Sitting up they push on your shoulders laying you down on your back smirking at you.

"My turn now, sweet girl"