#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]

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

[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 judgementally, 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, 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 in that specific 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 otherwise. He reluctantly sat up, running a hand down his face. Before he could even fully wake up, 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 had been right, the view was absolutely gorgeous. The entire sky was painted a coral-pink color, fading into a cerulean where the night was being 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 handful of puffs of clouds dotted the sky, dusted a pretty shade of pink. The pair of you watched in awe, yet, every time, 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 into 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 was always fond of.

“It's beautiful, isn't it, Levi?”

He pulled you closer, “Hm...”

//586 words, 3192 characters //

[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.

[the-traveling-poet]

Ch. 1 ~ Customary Acquaintance

𝓢𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂~ A shipment of parchment requested by the Survey Corps Commander Erwin Smith, has yet to arrive, despite the notion of it having been paid for in advanced. Normally it might have taken an extra day or two, due to the amount in which he’d purchased with the Regiment’s funds; but this time, it had been nearly a week. Figuring he might ‘kill two birds with one stone’, Erwin, along with his newly appointed Captain, Levi, decides to go in person to check on production after a weary meeting with the Commander of the Military Police; Nile Dok. Very much to the dismay of the newest Captain of the Corps.

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽~ Language, relationship drama, crude banter / See Masterlist for overall story content!

Word Count ~ 4.5k

(Note) While this is a Levi Ackerman x F!reader insert, I eventually will include personalized characteristics to Y/N. Nothing drastic! I plan on this simply because I want to write this fic based on some personal characteristics I myself have, and wish to write things I have a better understanding of. Leave me be this is my stress reliever fic T-T

Enjoy~

"Remind me again why this is necessary? This is ridiculous, Eyebrows."

Silence followed the man's monotone grumble, all nearly quiet save for the rhythmic clipping and thudding of wooden cart’s wheels over uneven cobbled roads. What early morning light flooded in through a small window cascaded half the length of the carriage, somewhat illuminating his companion's already golden blond hair combed neatly back.

Erwin turned his head to meet Levi’s gaze, an almost weary smile settling onto his lips.

"As I've said before; as newly appointed and acting Commander of the Survey Corps, it's my responsibility to not only meet with the neighboring Commanders of the other Regiments to discuss business, but also my responsibility to understand and check in with the many sponsors contributing to the supplies our men need. Since the delivery of our parchment never arrived to our inventory, I intend to find out why and perhaps make transit easier for both our parties,” he explained, reciting once again the answer he’d already given even earlier on that same morning.

"...Forget I asked," Levi groaned, shifting in his seat uncomfortably, one leg propped up over the other.

"Pompous bastards..." He continued in a rather miffed mumble just shortly after, hardly even under his breath. 

Through a furrowed brow and clenched jaw, Erwin kept up that tight lipped smile and averted his gaze out the carriage's small window at his side. 

Taking Levi in under his wing to guide him on his ascent through the ranks had become more challenging than he had foreseen it to be, but he was nothing if not a man who loved a good challenge; even if this challenge had an attitude problem and a sharp tongue. 

"Levi, I know you aren't fond of the MP’s Commander, but Nile Dok-"

"That bastard has balls the size of his ego, and he's snobby."

Levi interjected with a groan, unfolding an arm from his chest to run a hand down his pale face in exasperation.

Sighing, Erwin continued as though he hadn’t been interrupted.

"...As I was saying, I'm aware of your...dislike of his character. But I'd like to ask, again, that you keep your composure. He was my closest friend for a time in my youth, you know."

"I can easily envision that, Eyebrows." 

Levi scoffed, nearly rolling his eyes at the picture now brought to his mind, no doubt. Shrugging, Levi resisted the urge to throw both his hands up in mock surrender. 

"Fine; I'll just not speak. How ‘bout that?”

Biting back yet another sigh of exasperation, Erwin hesitated before finally nodding. Such a stubborn man...Maybe even as stubborn as himself.

"Perhaps that would be for the best..."

One petty response met with another, both men averted their gazes towards separate windows away from one another, watching the city spin by them in baited silence. 

Though, the tension in the air didn't keep Erwin from eventually deciding to confront the new Captain on another of his concerns, knowing it likely needed discussing once more as well. 

"I’d also like to ask that you address me as Commander, during meetings like these. Informality isn't welcome anywhere within the ranks. Back at Headquarters, I'm merely lenient with you."

Grumbling unintelligibly, Levi dejectedly turned his narrowed gaze back again over towards the Commander sat across from him, arms since tucked tightly against his chest once more. He might have looked to be almost pouting in expression, the jutted lip and silent huff of resignation sign enough to his distress— if it weren't for the ever present disinterested glint in his grey irises trained directly at his Commander’s face with near defiance.

"Yeah, yeah; be formal, be quiet, be invisible. My specialties."

"I'd like to think the latter two are true enough."

Erwin slouched back in his seat, a loosely fisted hand propping up his chin along the carriage's interior wall. Lord, what could he say to this man to ease him up enough to understand his views on the matter? 

Eventually thinking of one possible way, Erwin allowed a minute smile as he glanced the raven’s way yet again from the corner of his eye.

"Brighten up, Levi. Your presence in such 'mundane meetings', as you call them, aren't a privilege many other Captains can say they have." 

"Oh, my apologies then. I'm so fucking honored. I might just piss myself with unbridled excitement when I document the meeting for a report later on tonight." 

Levi spat back, also swiveling his gaze back towards Erwin with a roll of his eyes.

"Oh my god Levi, it's not that bad."

Erwin nearly chuckled purely in frustration as Levi quickly went back to his glaring out the carriage window closest to his side. Of course he would, such a pissy man.

Erwin thought better of broaching the subject any further, much less any other relating topic, noting Levi’s obvious disinterest and visible irritation. Better not to pester him too much, so early into the day. He’d need Levi alert and focused to take notes, after all.

Outside their windows, the scenery rolled by slower and slower, as the coachman tightened his grip on the reins and called the horses to a halt. Metal bearings creaked lightly under the now resting weight sat atop the metal supports, signaling Erwin to come to a stand once the floor felt stable enough.

"Right, then; we're here."

Briefly Erwin caught a murmured 'yeah no fucking shit' from Levi's lips as he exited the carriage, making him grimace to himself before quickly masking his frustration by nodding in thanks to the coachman atop the cart who still sat in his seat, miffed gaze averted. No doubt he’d caught fragments of the conversation taking place within his cart along the mostly empty streets and disapproved of the informal way the men argued.

 

By now, though it hadn’t been long since Levi’s promotion, the coachman seemed to know not to interfere when the Commander took his newest Captain anywhere with him, less he risk throwing himself into the fray of disgruntled conversation. It had happened once, and never again since. 

Thus, he merely sat silently and nodded back politely to both men after they left his cart, staying exactly where he was and not moving even an inch either way.

Biting back a sigh, Erwin opted to leave the shorter man to keep up on his own once he’d stood from his cushioned seat and exited the vehicle. Surely he could manage that on his own without complaint.

Their walk across cobbled stone pathways leading into the MP’s main courtyard was a silent one, needless to say. Occasionally Erwin felt responsible enough along their short trek to glance back and make sure his newest Captain was keeping up—which, thankfully, he always was, albeit at a distance and with a sullen expression furrowing his pale brow. He was glaring down at the ground and occasionally scuffing his heel like a petulant child, much to Erwin’s annoyance.

Shaking any pity he might have momentarily felt for Levi away, Erwin turned his attention back to the front once more, watching as the distance between them and the main building to the Military Police’s headquarters drew nearer.

Even as the sun rose higher above the wall stretching the morning on, still the air remained crisp enough to chill them through both jacket and cloak. The season of Autumn would soon come to an end.

Behind the Scouting Commander, Levi flipped up the collar of his uniform against his neck, scoffing under his breath from the bite of the breeze. Despite experiencing a childhood and early adulthood life in the cold of the Underground City, he still wasn't so much a fan of the waning warmth. 

It was one of the many things the younger man was still adjusting to aboveground. 

Up ahead with his back straight and shoulders squared, Erwin continued in without comment. No amount of shitty weather or snarky attitude from his subordinates would keep him from his goals today.

As a figure suddenly came into view, striding towards them just as confidently from the opposite side of the courtyard, Erwin slowed his pace a tad and squinted against the glare of the sun against polished pale stone.

The approaching figure pause in step a moment as he caught sight of the two Scouts making their way across the yard in his direction, and his shoulders slumped forward just a tad before straightening himself into proper posture once more. 

With a shake of his head and a weary sigh, Commander Nile Dok made the hesitant march across the yard until he was only a few paces away from the pair.

"Commander Erwin," Nile greeted rather gruffly as he looked the fellow Commander over from head to toe, finally coming to a stop with a fist clenched over his left breast in proper salute.

"It has a nice ring to it, I have to admit. Scouting Legion Commander Smith.”

A little surprised, Erwin raised a bushy brow before returning the stiff salute in respect.

"Commander Dok," he smiled politely as he, too, came to a pause only a pace away from where Nile had stopped.

"You've never addressed me formally, if I recall."

"Believe me, it's only forced regulation that I do now." 

Nile shook his head, no longer attempting to suppress the grin he’d tried to keep to himself since uttering acknowledgment to the higher rank.

"I may have been chastised by Prime Minister for 'acting too casual for my rank', as he put it." 

"You were quite the rebellious kid, back in the day," Erwin chuckled, reminiscence in his fair blue eyes.

“Seems it’s a trait that won’t soon leave you.”

Taking his turn in looking his old friend over head to toe, Erwin gave an amused huff.

"Who'd have thought all those years ago in camp we'd reach such a status as Commanders in military regiments?”

Grunting in agreement, Nile shifted his stance and nearly snorted.

"The goal was always mine, Smith; I had full confidence in myself to reach this stature. You, however, I'd always taken you as too modest to accept such a role. Guess you proved me wrong once again. Might not be the last time that happens, but I’ll continue to be surprised. Though, your reputation thus far has proceeded you, I suppose.”

"You thought little back then as I recall, Nile. I was always ambitious to chase after the goals I had set for myself and see the end results of my choices." Erwin retaliated, somewhat miffed now in tone. 

“And I’m right more often and I’ve been wrong thus far, I must say.”

"Poor choices, I’d like to point out," 

Nile grumbled, shrugging his shoulders dismissively befofe then slapped a hand onto the taller man's shoulder. 

"Either way; congratulations, old fiend. You’ve earned the title.”

"I appreciate that, thank you," Erwin hummed, clasping a hand onto the man's opposite shoulder once he’d eased up.

"My god, kill me now."

Chin now raised defiantly with a scoff barely contained, Nile peered down past Erwin's broad shoulder and nearly sneered.

"Ah, I hadn't seen you there; so short of stature and quiet as always. I suppose Erwin drug you along, Cadet Levi?”

"Captain, thank you. And yes," Levi scoffed, hiding little of his obvious distain as he finally stepped out from behind Erwin to face the MP.

Running a hand down his face, Erwin only sighed as what he’d feared was inevitable began to play out before him; of course Levi wouldn’t remain silent, and neither would Nile give up an opportunity to throw his weight around.

"Oh? Promoted already? I understand that takes time...Time you lack in the military. It’s been, what…A handful on months?”

Nile sneered back in mocking disbelief with arms crossed over his narrow chest.

"Well as I understand it, a rising in rank is usually determined by one's skill in a variety of fields. Though, where I'm from, that can be easily enough achieved through trade. Y'know; money, marking targets, giving and receiving sexual favors and the like. Which was it for you, Dok?" Levi mocked.

"Oh, you little shit stain," Nile jeered, once more shifting his weight from foot to foot to get down a little closer to Levi’s face.

"I'll have you know I earned my high status rank with proper time and skill, and the woman I sleep with. Have you either of those things, short stack?"

Before Levi could throw back something equally as, or potentially more vile, in retaliation, Erwin finally interjected. 

"Bickering looks bad on us, regardless of our statuses as individuals. None of us need that attention, I’m sure. Perhaps we should get back onto the topic we came all this way to discuss; the trade agreement between our regiments...?"

Sniffing rather indignantly, Nile conceded and backed off. As did Levi; though the shorter man looked to be having trouble holding his tongue at the moment after such a comment thrown his way. 

Releasing a heavy sigh, Nile motioned to the pair to follow after him as he turned on his heel and began walking away from the yard and back towards the way he’d came; into the MP’s Headquarters building.

"I suppose. Better to get it over with so I can get back to my wife.”

"How is Marie, by the way?"

 Erwin's gaze snapped back to Nile the instant the word ‘wife’ left the man’s thin lips, nearly entirely forgetting his own previous peace-offering statement. Moving quickly, he made to follow along behind his peer now with rapt attention.

Nile was silent a moment as he meandered his way down hall after winding hall in search of his destination, pondering how best to respond to a comment he knew would eventually be made. 

"...She's fine, Erwin. She's happy, and she's fine." Nile deadpanned at last, pausing to glare back at the blond man following behind so closely on his heels, before pushing open a nearby door leading to his personal office.

"Mmh...I'm glad to hear it. By chance, I wonder if I could visit her and the children again?" 

Erwin tried again, attempting to sound more nonchalant this time as he pushed past the door Nile purposely failed to hold open for his company.

As the conversation made its way into the MP Commander's office, the air grew a tad more tense between the pair. With a weary sigh, Nile spun on his heel and rose a thin brow up at Erwin, who dared look bemused by. Rolling his eyes, Nile groaned and paced around the room towards his desk.

"I swear, if this is you tryna get friendly with my wife again, so help me-"

 Nile, now bending to sit at his desk, pinched the bridge of his nose with annoyance.

"I would never dream of doing such a thing…directly to your face." 

Erwin mumbled as he took his friend’s cue to sit and took a seat across the ornate desk from him.

"What, you fancy his wife or somethin'?" 

Levi cut them both off, finally deciding to join the odd conversation. His previous look of irritation slowly turned to one of suspicion as entered the room last and glanced through narrowed eyes between the two Commanders. 

"I dated her, for a time," Erwin replied wistfully as Levi begrudgingly took his cue to lean against the far wall of the office space with a weary sigh, likely expecting a rambled tale of sappy romance before the meeting officially began. 

As such, he planned to keep his distance.

"She's a lovely woman, though sadly she chose another's hand-“

"You never dated her, Erwin. She merely just tolerated your continued advancements." Nile cut Erwin off as he continued on in an instant, rolling his eyes and slouching in his chair.

"'Tolerated' is a strong way to describe the many nights she came onto me..." 

Erwin murmured, averting his gaze to stare out the windows behind Nile’s desk with a rather smug smirk tugging at his lips.

"You slept with my wife?!" 

Nile suddenly barked, both hands gripping the sides of polished wood lining the armrests of his chair.

"...She wasn't dating you then, Nile."

Erwin huffed back immaturely.

Scoffing under his breath, Levi looked between the two men in turn, shaking his head in near disbelief.

"I take it back, Eyebrows. I don't hate these 'meetings' as much as I thought I would. Though I won’t say you’re right in stating this is a ‘privilege’.” 

Forgetting his squabble with Erwin in an instant, Nile whipping his head Levi’s way, lips parted first in surprise, then clamped closed as he held his tongue. But after only a moment of contemplation, he couldn’t resist verbalizing his suspicions.

"...Did you just..." 

Nile muttered, now staring directly Levi's way, who merely raised a brow in response. 

"...Call him eyebrows?"

"Yeah, and? You seen them fuckers? They're like, 80% of his damn face."

Levi shrugged off the incredulous looks thrown his way from both Commanders. It was far from the first and would certainly not be the last time he found himself on the receiving end of their bewildered glares.

Nile was silent a moment, before letting slip a silent snicker that soon transformed into a rough, unbridled laugh. 

"Holy shit, I haven't heard that nickname in years. We used to call him that in the training corps, you know. God, that takes me back." Nile guffawed loudly.

Surprisingly pleased for not being chewed out after such a crude assessment, Levi turned his head away to hide a nearly proud half-smirk to himself as Erwin started to grumble, glaring at both men on either side of his chair.

"I thought you were going to ‘stay formal, quiet, and invisible’ this time, Levi?…Christ, let’s just get back to discussing business."

“Alright, eyebrows, let’s get into it…”

Nile chuckled, picking up a file off his desk and jogging the papers up. 

“Straight to business, as usual…”

“Weaponry, of course, is still distributed through both our divisions, yours first and ours secondary on the listings…But if that’s all there is for us to check over, I believe we can finally end this meeting soundly.”

Nile stretched his arms up over the back rest of his chair, groaning as several joints snapped in protest after two hours of discussion that’d left him sitting still so long. 

“Actually, we…I, had a concern over our shipments of parchment last week.” 

Erwin quickly looked up from a file folder in his lap, the sudden thought coming back to mind; subsequently waking Levi from a near-boredom slumber against the far wall where he’d remained for all two agonizing hours. Their voices droning on and on over the various regulations between the regiments had been reason enough, he though, to completely disregard their presence until they’d come to the end of their spiels.

“I understand parchment shipments reach the Military Police and Garrison first, but it seems the printing mill never sent the purchased crates our way, even a week after the order was requested.”

Levi heard Erwin continue on, finally paying attention.

Looking back up to Erwin, Nile looked a bit surprised.

“From the printing mill, here? She usually has orders complete and delivered on time…I’ll swing by and see what’s the hold up on those crates for you, if you’d like. I suppose I could be bothered.”

He murmured, slowly pushing his chair back to stand and instinctively peering out the window behind his desk over rows of rooftops lining the town below his office floor, as though staring down at the building in question despite the lack of visibility they had to the shop from such a height.

“There’s no need, unless you’d merely like to accompany us. It’s been too long since I’ve seen Ms. Y/N; I’d like to stop by myself.”

Erwin hummed, grimacing with a hand on his knee as he took a stand from his chair. 

“Heh, I need to check on that bratty girl anyways, it’s been a week since my last visit; she’s stubbornly independent, as you know. Too much like her mother. I've been too busy lately…Either way, I’ll follow you down to her shop.” 

Nile grunted as he turned to push his chair back into place, shrugging off Erwin’s proposal and instead presenting his own statement.

Seemingly accepting this, Erwin stood and tucked the folder he held under his arm. Then he made to grab a sheet of paper and a feathered quill from the MP’s desk; something Nile only grunted in acknowledgment to despite having not been asked for permission first, and watched as his friend scribbled out a couple lines of ink. 

“That’s not necessary. The coachman knows the way to the printing mill, seeing as I visit there on occasion.” 

Nile mused after a moment of silence filled only by the scratching of quill on rough paper, slinging on his Military Police’s uniform jacket.

“Regardless, I like to keep things professional by handing off a written note.”

Erwin hummed as he slipped the scrap of paper in his hand into his pocket once he’d set the quill down.

Nile and Levi nearly rolled their eyes in unison at the contradictory statement coming from the confident man.

“Right then, we’d better be off before noon. She usually takes her mid day break around now.”

Pausing just before the office’s door, Nile seemed to heavily contemplate something before turning to glance down at Levi from the corner of his eye, who remained still unmoving from his chosen spot along the wall. 

Barely containing an annoyed sigh, Levi slowly met the Commander’s gaze with a brow sarcastically arched in question.

“I guess you aren’t so bad sometimes, little man.” 

Nile spoke, then bumped the raven’s shoulder as he passed through the doorway, to which Levi scoffed and brought out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe at invisible dirt along his jacket’s shoulder with a frown.

“I almost wish I could say the same, but the trouble that would put me through to even think it would be too much of a strain. And I’m not a fan of migraines.” 

“Hah,”

Nile scoffed, pushing forward to take the lead in meandering back down the many halls heading back to the courtyard they’d entered through hours previous with Erwin right at his heels.

“I have a feeling you and Y/N will get along. She practically runs the printing mill a few blocks down, I figure you’ve gathered…She likes to belittle me with no actual point, too. It’s like a silly pastime for her.”

“A woman of class, then, I take it?” 

Levi scoffed back in retaliation as he shuffled along at the back of the line leading out of the office, far enough back from the two Commanders to maintain space for himself; and to keep a weary watch over them.

“As if someone like you could know class.” 

Nile shot a glare over his shoulder from the front, forgoing the notion of kindness he’d forced himself to show.

“And you do? I don’t imagine swine in the interior know class outside of stuffing themselves full of drink and exotic fruits. Or each other.” 

Levi mumbled back irritably.

“Jesus Christ you two, just get to the cart. We can bicker later after we’re reached the printer’s. Bickering outside of the Military Police’s headquarters is not a good look for us.” 

Erwin bristled, ever persistent on his moralities as he pushed past them both to reach the courtyard first, leaving them to catch up after his quickened gait.

“Like you ever cared about looks with those eyebrows of yours.”

Levi ‘tsk’ed under his breath, feeing the need to have the last word once more.

“Those damned things haven’t been shaped since his earliest cadet years. And even then that one time, it was forced upon him.”

Nike murmured back in begrudging agreement, managing to land himself at Levi’s side as they made to catch up with the Scouting Commander. 

“I’d believe he was forced,” 

Levi grunted, making haste to walk faster than the taller man, who seemed to have a similar goal in mind. 

“He was herded into the girl's dorm within the first week to ‘fix’ those damned things. Poor man’s clueless on appearances. You two have more in common than you’d think, thug.” 

Nile huffed as his strides quickly outpaced Levi’s.

“Please; I have style enough for my own standards, Dok. Style enough for the three of us combined.” 

In no time Levi and Nile had caught up with Erwin, who kept his back facing their way while they continued their murmured bickering. 

Clearing his throat, though it sounded suspiciously like a string of curses under his breath, Erwin raised a bushy brow as though reprimanding his companions as they continued to bicker in the courtyard.

Unamused, Levi and Nile came to a halt at his back. Collecting himself with a grimace, Erwin reached into his jacket as he turned to address the coachman of their cart, who’d stayed parked along the curb the duration of their stay.

“The printing mill, please. We need to make a stop there,” 

Erwin spoke to the coachman, withdrawing the scrap of paper and handing it out for him to take.

Reaching out, the coachman took the paper with the address scrawled onto its smooth surface from Erwin’s outstretched hand and sighed. 

“Of course, sir.” He nodded, stuffing the paper he’d only half glanced at into his breast pocket before picking back up the reigns settled in his lap.

Though less than thrilled to be pulling a cart with the two Commanders he knew well to be eccentric in their own ways, and the grumpy Captain he’d met a few times before, the man readied the cart for departure.

Once they’d clambered all into the carriage and chose their own seats, several spaces apart from one another, there was silence at last in their group.

The cart creaked into motion, slowly picking up speed as they rumbled down the road.

And silent their journey remained, only until the coachman brought them to a stop on the corner of an old street facing a quaint, smooth brick building just right past the sidewalk. 

Glancing over the painted wooden door facing the front of the street and the ornate shudders lining across clearly polished windows, Levi heaved a sigh. 

Yet another errand to endure…

“Remember, gentlemen,” Erwin cleared his throat and adjusted the polished bolo tie around his neck.

“We will be in the presence of a young woman who doesn’t deserve to hear us quarreling. Levi; composure this time. Nile, set a good example for the girl?”

“Jesus Erwin, I’ve been a good enough influence thus far. Y/N will be fine.” Nile grumbled, scooting his way awkwardly to the carriage door nearest his seat.

“Yeah yeah…Let’s get this over with,” Levi grumbled in response, rolling his eyes and rather easily slipping out of the carriage before Nile. 

Heaving a sigh, Erwin departed last and once again thanked the coachman, who stiffly nodded in respect, before heading right up the curb towards the printing mill’s door. 

𝓐/𝓝~ Am I starting a new fic series before finishing my first one? Yes. Do I feel the guilt? Yes. Sorry, had to be done :/ This fic idea has been stuck in my head since September, so it must be shared. “The Rose” will still continue to update once I get back into the swing of it!

[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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[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??

[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.”

[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!

[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]

If you don’t think post war Levi is the prettiest, it’s okay to be wrong.

[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"

[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

[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.

[ilyconnie]

hi bae !! i was wondering if i could request some eren hcs - being his s/o

so happy to hear yur gonna start writing again !!

THANK YU AND I LOVE YU SMM

being eren's s/o <3

eren x blk!reader (but honestly anyone can read)

hii i love you more <33 ,, i hope you enjoy !!

i feel like being eren's s/o would just consist of you coming along for his endless adventures and having him constantly showing up at your place "hey mama what are you doing today? wanna come somewhere with me?" LIKEEEE yes. yes i do.

eren is a musically inclined man in my eyes, he knows how to play guitar, the piano, and even the drums. he has a bunch of instruments in his apartment that you stay over at frequently.

he's always "oh my gosh, let me show you this little piece ive been working on." "baby can you listen to this real quick, does it sound okay?" "you wanna learn this song? ill teach you if you want?" super super cute

he's always getting little moments when he see's things he think you might like. he feels super good when you use things he buys for you. one time, he got you a super pretty marble guitar pick with your favorite colors, and even painted the both of your initials on it so whenever you come over to play the guitars he makes sure you use YOUR guitar pick.

he's def a acts of service man, don't complain about ANYTHING EVER around him unless you want the problem fixed immediately. one time you complained about your air conditioning wasn't working, so he came over during one of your shifts and fixed it himself. yeah it's missing a few screws now.. BUT IT WORKS so he feels accomplished regardless.

he constantly is coming to pick you up from places and offering to feed you after work, you're his top priority besides himself and his career, so he's got to make sure you know it too. he wants to make sure you feel secure and safe with and without him, knowing that he would go to the ends of the earth for you if it came to it.

no because he's a pda loverrrr omg this man has to let everyone and their mom know that you're together. from the way he holds onto you everywhere you go, to the constant kisses on the cheek, forehead, hand, nose, arm.. anywhere appropriate for outside practically, he's just a big needy loving baby honestly.

he loves to touch at least in same way, even if its small. he likes to hold your hand while waiting in lines, links your arms while you guys walk, he hugs you from behind constantly, he even traces the features and curves of your face while you guys cuddle facing each other.

but even as cute as he is, he's just as annoying.. yk how he walks with your arms linked? he gets upset with you when you step out of step with him HAHAH he'll stop where he is jerking you back with him, "what?" "you're out of step..here let's start again". and don't let it happen too many times back to back, he'll start saying the foot you should be stepping on out loud for everyone and their mom to hear. "baby it's not that hard.. LEFT, RIGHT, LEFT, RI-" "eren shut up! people are staring!" "they wouldn't be if you could just step on the right foot."

@ilyconnie 2023 <3