#thank you aot
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
I’m not gonna say that I’m out of my writer’s block but I have just written eight thousand words in two days
#thank you aot#I am now obsessed with it and must write at least one whumpy and gory fic#might post the first chp soon or wait until I finish it#I probably have two chps by now but I just need to figure out how to divide it up#heheheh#aot#attack on titan#reijean#because it’s now my otp and will be in every fic I write that’s post rumbling
13 notes
·
View notes
Text
I finally watched AOT's last episode and frankly, I am not okay, I have been sobbing a river oh my fucking god.
Anyways, it was really good, as expected of MAPPA anyway, I was pretty much crying the whole episode actually.
I have complaints, mostly because of the not included anime, little things like not having the flashbacks of Armin of reading a book in the rain, the squirrels etc. etc. I would have love to see them in the market and the way to the boy who sought freedom, goodbye was not implemented, I WAS WAITING FOR THAT COME ON
The anime only scenes were good too, like Levi giving food to the refugees, falco and gabi, i wish we saw their outfits tho, they slayed with that one.
the way they played 13 no fuyu, im killing myself, ive been listening to that shit since 2022 which mind you was when i was active once more in aot, the fucking flashbacks my god, that was so tragic RAHHH
i also saw aot's op, EREN WITH A BOW? EREN WITH A BOW!!! MIND YOU I JUST FINISHED WATCHING THE HUNGER GAMES SO IMMEDIATELY IM LIKE YES YES IT'S GIVING KATNISS EVERDEEN, WITH WHAT HIM BEING HUMANITY'S HOPE, ESP WITH THE FIRE COMING OUT OF IT FORMING A BIRD
THE SAME BIRD WE SAW ON S4 ENDING 1, oh my god, the opening was really cool omg, it perfectly showcased eren's journey, what he went through, despite being absent in the final chapters, it still showed Eren was still the protagonist...Which isayama did not understand when he made 139
Yes, I am bitter still with the ending, no, I am not hearing anyone out and no, I am not going to pour my disappointments with it STILL, here because yeah.
It's such a shame that's the last and final time we'll ever see it, devastating tragedy omg.
ARMIN AND EREN'S FINAL INTERACTION, IM GLAD THEY MADE THEM HOLD HANDS, THANK YOU MAPPA, PLS THE WAY THEY'LL BE TOGETHER FOREVER AND WILL BE WAITING FOR EACH OTHER IN HELL, GAGGED, IM DEAD, MY ROMAN EMPIRE FOR REAL
Now that's out of the way.
It's been a long and fun ride, regardless, the final season has been going for what three years, i've been with this series for three years, it was fun really it was, this series took such a simplistic and cliched approach then twisted into something more complex and truly gutwrenching. 2020 was nothing without AOT, in my opinion, watching AOT broadened my media consumption, yanked me into the anime world and i already have so many fandoms i'm in.
2020 was a hard time too, i couldn't have done it without this bloody series, god, i remember aboarding the train hype, everything was everywhere, fics, art, videos, memes etc. All those I read influenced my writing style, all those theories made me think more critically, those memes and videos of it made me laugh. It's funny how a series like this one comforted me so much.
I remember being so traumatized by the first episode i'm like who the fuck would ever like this series with this much blood and that night i immediately searched for eren fics because i was like who is this boy i like him, i fucking dreamt of the beast titan, all those nights racing with my sister who could finish the series first, i literally woke up at 4 just to watch it before she could.
Fucking terrified which of my favorite characters were going to die next, literally sobbing over armin's death, god and the mindfuck with Marley and Eldians and Subjects of Ymir in the fray oh my god.
Can I just say, I wouldn't be who I was without AOT? Even with my cynical behavior, it's all because of it.
2021 who i never fail to reiterate and think fondly is good because of AOT as well, I figured wow, the final season is coming back, I should rewatch it again and so the hyperfixation began, i was sick too, almost dying too actually, dengue is dangerous and it was just a fond memory because i was watching aot and i acted like i never had watch these scenes in my life and despite feeling like dying i felt okay.
I was so batshit crazy when part 2 came out, that was the one that was actually peak AOT don't lie, I was literally screaming like i was giving birth OVER AN OPENING AND AN ENDING, i'll never forget any of it.
When I cried watching the whole episode, it really just occurred to me that this is really the end for AOT, i was only ever able to go through it because I have the anime and it what really kept the whole fandom alive, the anime's honestly the reason why it had this many fans as you can see.
And again the way it's heartwrenching for it to just be a simple series and then it's full blown war, jean and reiner holding out to each other, remembering how they used to be close and comrades then betrayals and war happened and it's all ruined.
The devastating realization of seeing the last few panels animated, watching the end flash through the screen, realizing there was nothing out of this now, no more next episodes, no more hype, it's gone and it's so devastating because how happy it made you, the way you'll never see these characters again, only in rewatches or art. But it's not the same.
I admit I don't feel as hyperfixated over it now, after getting burnt out of it last year, even good things go badly sadly and i was just here for eren now, but doesn't change the fact this series has nurtured my quarantine, i grew up with this series even if it was only recent, who changed the trajectory of my life and had me find my paths.
I'll never forget these characters who made my life, who brought life to the story, even if they were just moved by the plot now, i'll always have a soft spot for AOT, i will always love it, regardless how much i hate it, there will always be fondness within it.
It's kind of weird, really to see Levi who has done so much to the fandom just by existing and being drawn and animated now cease to exist? I suppose, looking at him feels weird like imagine comparing 2014 levi to 2023 levi now omg, that's where you really begin to realize how much time has passed and how much AOT has evolved AGAIN JKSDHJ
well, i'm still on eren's side, still hate what happened to him but i'll always love him, he is such an important character to me, i don't think i truly ever loved someone like him despite representing the total opposite of me, he just had that charm i suppose, his views are so hauntingly beautiful, idealistic, him representing hope, despite what he did, in the end he did what he could for himself and for his people IN MY HUMBLE ONION
eren yeager i'll always love you
i'm kinda scared what would happen to this fandom now, will it die now? Will it live? I doubt, I haven't even finished my eren fic and lol, either way i hope someone will still enjoy AOT, i hope still there will be new watchers.
This is long but this is just how I really feelt about AOT which I wholeheartedly do love and cherish with all the memories and the pain it gave.
Thank you Isayama for this world, for these characters, for these mindblowing revelations about war, life and freedom, for the heartaches and the joy.
Thank you WIT for raising AOT and truly breathing life to it, for garnering fans for it to be more appreciated.
Thank you MAPPA for continuing WIT's legacy, you are not the same but still delievered, thank you for carrying the final season and the fandom on your back, may you sleep well and have your deserved pay.
Thank you for the voice actors who breathed those memorable lines to be used in edits.
Thank you Linked Horizon for coming back, aot was iconic because of your openings.
Thank you AOT for everything.
4 notes
·
View notes
Text
Levi Ackerman in every 進撃の巨人 Episode
....Thank you Isayama for giving us this man ❤️
#levi ackerman#levi#snkedit#snkgraphic#snk spoilers#snk#shingeki no kyojin#aotedit#aot#attack on titan#torisnkgifs#love of my life my number one my fav person in the entire universe#the world will never know how much i love you because words cannot describe it and it is umeasurable#levi means absolutely everything to me ...thanks for being with me for these 10 years 💖 i will never EVER forget you 💖#thank you for exiting and for letting me love you all these years#levi will forever be my number one#usergojoana#usergokalp#userartless#useraki#userdabiluna#userokkottsus#userinahochi#usermica#tuserelena#tusersky#usersenka#usermoonz#kilruas#userheidi
4K notes
·
View notes
Text
levi “my friends think i like to fight, but it's just not true. sometimes i lose my temper and blow off a little steam, but i’ve never enjoyed it. i’m not a violent dog. i don't know why i bite” ackerman
#anime#attack on titan#manga#levi ackerman#levi aot#levi attack on titan#shingeki no kyojin#snk#snk erwin#snk levi#captain levi#isle of dogs#aot levi#levi ackerman x reader#levi ackerman imagines#levi x reader#levihan#erwin smith#commander erwin#hajime isayama#thank you isayama#hange zoë#hange zoe#levi x hange#hange aot#hange attack on titan#aot erwin#random
2K notes
·
View notes
Note
i need more cowboi reiner tryna knock u up pls 🥺 👉 👈
⸻ STUFFED!
SYNOPSIS ౨ৎ ₊ ⊹ reiner just can’t seem to control how hungry he is for you. what better way to make you his than by stuffing you full of him?
CONTAINS ౨ৎ ₊ ⊹ ( 2.5k+ words of . . . ) cowboy!reiner x fem!reader (black coded), nsfw/smut, modern au, countryside setting, established relationship, reiner has a big fat breeding kink, sex flashbacks, doggie style, standing sex, creampie, use of pet names (ex. mama, sugar, honey), reader calls reiner ‘papa’, mentions of pregnancy, lowercase intended, explicit language, minors shoo!
MY LOVE NOTE! ౨ৎ ₊ ⊹ it’s undeniable that cowboy reiner’s got a raging breeding kink. thanks so much for sending in your thoughts, my love! now here’s rei-rei bein’ a shameless feen for his pretty girl! 🎀
reiner’s terribly distracted.
the last thing he wants to do is lay blame, but in a way, you’re the reason why. the mere thought of you is enough to make this cowboy go buckwild. rei-rei swears he usually has more self control, it’s just that you strip him of all common sense.
you, pretty little you, make him all scatterbrained. his head’s been filled with nothing but romantics and vulgarities ever since he took you on a date seven months ago. you’ve turned him into some fool in love, for goodness’ sake.
memories of last night’s escapades come to mind. his mouth practically waters when remembering your plush ass; how you tossed it onto his pelvis with an arching back and swaying tits, peering at him with the sultriest smile, not to mention those glimmering bedroom eyes of yours. he recalls having to hold you still, so you wouldn’t be able to squirm away if his pounding were to become too much. you were soft, he remembers, so soft. the flesh of your hips would squish beneath the imposing pressure of his callous fingers, digging tighter into your sides whenever you’d flutter around the girth of him. he remembers the way he came inside with a rumbly moan, leaving your pussy full and the sheets wet . . . he wants to do it all over again.
with all that’s going on in that perverse little mind of his, he can hardly bring himself to focus on feeding the cattle. the only thing that can solve his problem is its source; you. and just like that, reiner’s dropping whatever he’d been doing before. his chores can surely wait, but this surge of desire can’t be overlooked. not a thing matters as much as finding you, fucking you, filling you.
he rounds the barn, passes by the apple trees and the horse stables in search of you. his cock pulses with every step, prodding stubbornly against the soft cotton of his boxers, now smeared with sticky precum. reiner brings a hand down to provide himself some relief, palming his boner with a low grunt. he’s so fucking hard that it almost hurts. that’s what he gets for fantasizing about you for the past thirty minutes and doing nothing about it until now.
with heavy steps, reiner makes his entrance into the farmhouse and is met by the sight of you lounging in the living room. you’re seated on the floral-print recliner with your pedicured toes propped up, all nice and comfortable. you’re wearing the dainty string of pearls he bought you for your birthday earlier in the year. pride flushes throughout his chest when seeing how prettily it rests on your collarbone.
you greet your man with a glossy smile, one that makes his dick throb beneath his hay-specked coveralls. reiner wonders if you’ve taken note of just how red he looks, rosy heat scattered across his face, from the highs of his cheekbones to the tips of his ears. he can feel his skin blazing with complete and total need.
reiner elicits a weak mumble of ‘hey, sugar. . .’, a stark contrast to your tone being all light and cheery as you ramble on about the cute little mini-skirt you’re crocheting for yourself. ‘since the weather’s getting warmer,’ you chime.
reiner loves you. he really, truly does, but he simply isn’t in the headspace to pay mind to the mundane task you’re occupied with at the moment— not when he’s this close to tearing off your summer dress, bending you over, peeling himself out of his spurred boots and pumping you full of every drop of cum he has to offer. fuck, he’s breathing harder now. gradually, he feels his resolve slip.
“you alright, honey?” you set down your crocheting hook, staring up at him with big, curious eyes. your voice, soft and consoling, grounds him just a little. reiner pulls off his signature cowboy hat, sets it on the nearby coffee table, and ruffles his hair so it falls into place. “yeah, i’m just—“ a pause amidst his sigh. truthfully, he’s here because he wants to fuck you pregnant. “i wanted t’see you, is all.” he settles on saying that instead. it’s much sweeter, all the more more romantic. less fetish-y. you probably would’ve looked at him funny if he admitted to crossing the entire farm by foot just so he could fill you up.
“aw, rei! you were missin’ me?” you laugh out of flattery. oh, your reiner. he’s so sweet in his own right. your boyfriend wants to ‘see you’, as he claims, like he hadn’t woken you up with nibbles to your neck, taken a (somewhat long, fairly busy) shower with you this morning, and ate breakfast alongside you before heading off to tend to the farm. you assume he can’t help but cling to you and want more.
it’s sudden, but welcomed, how reiner closes in on you. he draws near like a magnet, until the space between you no longer exists. he’s crouching down to the level of the chair, hovering over you to press a kiss on your lips. “mhm. missed you so bad, mama,” he mumbles against your mouth. in reply, you whisper onto his lips, something about how he’s always ‘so eager.’ he leans into you, desperate for more, and the chair creaks underneath the addition of his weight. he’s a large man, anyone can tell. his brawny build and imposing height never fail to make you feel safe underneath him.
reiner dips his head low and plants one, two, three sloppy kisses along your warm neck, and it gets you hotter than the southern heat. he leaves saliva in his wake, trailed by the lightest of bruises from his suctioning lips. he tries to undo your clothes and his, but the small space that this decade-old chair provides won’t allow for it. besides, it wouldn’t be wise of him to make you squirt on a family heirloom. “this won’t do,” he clicks his teeth, decidingly picking you up. your legs wrap around his torso like second nature, arms circled around the back of his muscular neck.
“reiii, baby wait!” you draw out the call of his name, but all it does is coax him further. can’t you tell that your voice is only making him harder? that your whines urge him to fuck you silly?
“wait?” he reiterates, grinding up into your clothed core. you shudder upon contact. “what for?” from beneath the denim he wears, you can feel his stiffness poke against your flimsy panties. “don’t you wanna head to bed first, honey? hm?” you whine into his neck. it takes a good eight seconds for him to respond.
“uh-uh,” reiner gives you a half-hearted grunt, with his gaze fixed on your cleavage that the low neckline of your dress presents to him. obviously, he’s interested in other things. “here’s just fine, sugar.” he’s strong enough to fuck you standing up with nothing else supporting him, and you know that. he doesn’t need a goddamn mattress.
reiner’s large hands grab at your underside, using your ass as the perfect leverage to press you close to him. this is your third time fucking this week, and it’s only tuesday. you’d mention it, but he’s too busy kissing down the valley of your breasts. impatience seeps through his every movement, from how he grasps at your thighs to keep you upright, to eagerly feeling along your lower half like it’s his first time touching your body.
“slow down, rei.” begrudgingly, reiner removes his lips from your chest. he finally calms for just a moment, so that he can meet your beautiful eyes. your face has been overtaken by a subtle pout. “m’sorry, honey,” he murmurs between a deep kiss, all wet and tongue-filled. you assume that’s supposed to be his form of an apology. his toned arm re-fastens itself around your body, holding you tight, while the other bunches up your dress and pushes down his bottoms, “but i need you. so fuckin’ bad.” you could never deny him and that sweet southern drawl. he knows that his smooth mouth works magic on you— he always gets what he wants from his pretty girl.
now freed of any confines, reiner lowers his hand to stroke at the base of his dick, tugging himself with a low hiss. involuntarily, his hips buck. “you can finish up that skirt later, hm?” he releases himself and appoints his attention to you, the pads of his fingers circling your clit in just the way you like. your head falls forward onto his broad shoulder. “hell, i’ll even buy you some o’those frilly ones at that fancy mall you like goin’ to . . .” he utters partially to you and a little to himself, still occupied with keeping pressure on your bud. by now, with your head thrown back, you’ve already forgotten what you were working on in the first place.
having done this countless times before, reiner’s quickly able to find your dripping entrance. the drag of his tip through your puffy folds causes a ‘shlck’ sound to elicit. reiner smiles to himself; you’re embarrassingly wet. your hips begin to swivel and writhe, that’s how he knows you’re getting as needy as he. choosing not to waste any more time, he pushes himself inside with one swift motion. you cry out from the stretch, already fluttering around the first few inches he gives you. so far, it's just the tip and some, but he's so wide.
“goddamnit, baby . . . i fuckin’ love this pussy,” reiner grunts through clenched teeth. he’d usually start off with a shallow thrust and ease you into it, but he isn’t feeling as patient. every thrust is fast-paced, almost rushed. the impact has you bouncing in his arms, all as he continues his unrelenting efforts.
“s’good, rei— so good,” wavering moans spill past your lips. he hisses when your manicured nails dig into the hot flesh of his firm, round biceps. you squeeze around him until his eyes go rolling back. “i know, mama. i know,” reiner whines and groans, because it’s all he can manage to do. if he was air-headed about you earlier, surely he’s braindead now. he pumps into you rapidly, restlessly, but he still finds a way to make it feel so thorough. that’s probably because he’s fucking huge; incredibly endowed, like every other big and buff part of him. with a cock this thick, how could he not strike every nerve and hit every spot?
he rolls his hips up into you with breathtaking fervor, fucks into you until he’s balls deep within your pulsating cunt. sweat dripping down his furrowed brow, he rasps out, “can’t wait to fill you up,” sloppy kisses follow, and his tongue slides across yours as he mumbles on about cumming inside, stuffing you full, making you his. you finally know what he’s doing, you should’ve known all along— he’s going to pump his cum into you as deep as he can get it to go. thrust his seed into your pliant womb until he’s fucked a baby into you.
the mere thought of makin’ you a mama has his head spinning. reiner’s breath catches in his throat, and your sounds heighten in pitch— the pair of you can tell that you’re bound to reach ecstasy. he squats a bit lower, goes a little faster, attempting to propel you both into your orgasms. it’s coming on like an impending wave; your belly tightens, toes curling from where your heels dig into reiner’s strong back.
he knows you’ve come undone once your smooth, ridge-like walls begin to spasm around him, to the point where he can hardly pull back or push in further. he likes to think that it’s your pretty pussy’s way of begging for his cum. still, he doesn’t let up, not until you’re thoroughly impregnated. “jus’ a lil more. hold on ‘fa me, honey, m’kay?” he pleads through throaty whimpers. weakly, you nod. the overstim makes you pant and mewl, biting onto the damp skin of his exposed jugular to try and quiet yourself.
reiner slams you down onto him, the veins in his forearms bulging as he desperately grasps onto the globes of your ass. the resounding slap of skin rings around his tingling ears, lewd sounds floating throughout the otherwise quiet farmhouse.
“g’na let papa fill you up? yeah?” you cry out a weak ‘mhm!’ along with other pleas of how much you want it; want him. his balls twitch and his abdomen goes tense. “m'close,” he gruffly whispers. you decide to spur him on: “g-gimme your babies, papa, i need it!” that’s all he needs to topple over the edge. “oh fuck, mama— m’gonnacum,” reiner’s words jumble together when he comes, coating your insides with warm globs of white. though his thighs never cease their trembling, he still maintains a steady hold on you, keeping your limp frame upright.
reiner stays inside as a means of keeping all his seed plugged into you, just for good measure. he doubts that he’s got enough energy remaining to round up the cattle after this. his chest heaves slowly, and his hair’s a mess from all that pulling you were doing, but he’s more than satisfied. he's even got this dumb, blissed-out smile on his face to show his content. you're sure he's knocked you up thoroughly by now.
he’ll make sure to buy you a pregnancy test by next morning.
#𝓂𝓎 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝓈𝓉ℴ𝓇𝒾ℯ𝓈.ᐟ#reiner smut#reiner braun smut#reiner x black reader#reiner x black reader smut#reiner braun x black reader#reiner braun x black reader smut#x reader#aot smut#reiner x reader smut#reiner braun#cowboy reiner#cowboy reiner smut#— harmoni answers#— (.reiner)#— (drabbles!)#— (reiner drabbles!)#smut#x black reader#x black reader smut#aot x black reader#aot x black reader smut#reiner braun x reader smut#reiner braun x reader#reiner braun x you#thanks so much for dropping by! mwuah 💕#— harmoni writes#୨୧ — isla writes#୨୧ — mira writes!#౨ৎ — 𝓂𝓎 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝓈𝓉ℴ𝓇𝒾ℯ𝓈!
5K notes
·
View notes
Text
fluff, men x reader
Men who are unable to sleep without you. Either because they’re far for work, because you’re gone for girls night or because you got into an argument and one of you is sleeping on the couch.
When he’s far for work and has to sleep in a hotel room, or anywhere that’s not Home. He can’t find the peace to fall into the depth of dreams because wherever he turns you’re not laying next to him. Nothing is like his sweet little home.
Your sweet face asleep is all that he needs for his tiredness to actually knock him. He can’t, he just can’t. He can’t smell your delicate scent on the sheets, nor feel your skin on his while he hugs you so tight like a child who holds a plushie for comfort.
It’s just not it. Images of you sleeping in solitude in the king sized bed is aching his heart to have you flushed in his embrace. Gosh he misses you. The bed feels so empty.
He turns right and left, eventually landing on his back, staring at the dark ceiling. It’s so quiet.. too quiet. Can’t even hear your soothing sleepy breathing, nor feel your warmth next to him.
“fuck..”
Even his hands could not help him fall asleep, they don’t feel like you either. He quickly grabs his phone, searching for relief by looking at videos and pictures of you, staring at your pretty eyes and your smile.. that he adores. He smiles unconsciously, sighing when reality hits him again.
He drops his phone next to him, inhaling and exhaling when breathing felt like a burden all of a sudden, air heavy over his chest when the lightness of his gentle feather isn’t out of reach.
He finally closes his eyes, imagining your hand in his, or your breath over his bare chest when you sleep close to his heart. He turns to his side, squeezing a pillow between his arms.
It might not be you but at least it makes his heart feel less alone in this large bed, his imagination not effective enough to turn the feeling into your figure but it does the job.
Suddenly he jumps, his phone buzzing, it’s you. Relieving his heart just enough when you send him a good night message.
“can’t sleep without me either, darling ?”
He chuckles to himself, quick to call you, maybe at least your voice will help him fall asleep. If not, a part of you is with him and that’s good enough for him to find peace through passing out for the night.
— CHOSO nanami könig NEUVILLETTE artem levi GEPARD luocha —
— AND YOUR FAVS ♡
sometimes the idea is good but putting it into details is hard, isn’t it ? (btw i wanted to add luocha cause i love this man sm)
whatever.. likes, rb and comments are appreciated~ i sincerely hope you liked it, thank you lovelies ♡
@eternallyei. please do not copy/translate/use as your own.
#[ᦠ] .𝗲𝗶 ・ 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲𝘀#[ෆ] .𝗲𝗶 ・ 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳#jujutsu x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen x you#nanami x you#nanami fluff#nanami x reader#kento x you#kento x reader#jjk choso#choso x reader#choso x you#choso fluff#konig x reader#konig x you#konig fluff#genshin x reader#genshin impact x reader#neuvillette x reader#neuvillette x you#aot x reader#aot x you#levi x reader#levi x you#hsr x reader#gepard x reader#luocha x reader#luocha x you#thank you lovelies ♡
756 notes
·
View notes
Text
See you later 💔
#attack on titan#aot#hajime isayama#thank you isayama#illustration#artists on tumblr#retro anime#anime#90s anime style#eren jeager#mikasa ackerman
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
GUYS!!!!
LOOK AT THEM!! LOOK AT ALL OF THEM OMFG
#THEY’RE HOLDING HANDS#SHE’S BLUSHING#eren looking at mikasa tho 🥹🥹🥹#WTF IS REINER DOING THO#aruani#eremika#aot#thank you leftie for blessing my eyes with this
152 notes
·
View notes
Text
The sillies
#this was my friends idea and it was genius thank you bestie 🙏🙏🙏#art#my art#magpies art#magpies fanart#attack on titan#aot#fanart#eren yeager#armin arlert#mikasa ackerman#aot fanart
209 notes
·
View notes
Note
Levi with Red!!
c/w: written with fem!reader in mind, otherwise just cute post-war fluff ❤︎ words: 490
Levi’s never really thought much about the meaning behind colors.
It’s common knowledge that the sky is blue and grass is green. When the seasons shift, the leaves on trees often change with them. Greens fade to orange and yellow. The sky above becomes a spotted and despondent gray.
And then there are the other ways that colors show up in life that have more unnatural origins–their meanings more subjective. Was the green of scout cloaks chosen for camouflage or to inspire hope? Would Mikasa care so much about that scarf she wears all the time if it were yellow instead?
No matter the meaning behind it, Levi’s seen enough blood in his life to associate the color red with pain.
But now, as he stands at the threshold of your door and stares down the large bouquet of red roses in his arms, something very unfamiliar stirs in his gut. If he didn’t know any better, he’d call it anxiety.
They had been Onyankopon’s idea, the flowers.
After Levi had asked you (rather impulsively) on a date one slow afternoon at your tea shop, the man had taken it upon himself to offer some friendly guidance.
‘Don’t frown. Save any jokes for at least date three. And above all else, at least look like you’re having a good time, hm?’
The door opens while he recites the words in his head and you quickly emerge, jumpy in your movements.
“Sorry,” you greet in a breathless way, turning your back to him to shut and lock your door. “I couldn’t find my bag.”
Behind you, he tries to adjust his expression into something less deadpan. “It’s alright.”
It takes a moment but when you turn back to face him again, he feels like his heart might fall through his stomach.
Your lips, painted a rich rouge, curl into a shy smile. Then, you look down at the bouquet in his hands.
“Oh.” You blink, clearly surprised. “Are these for me?”
If he could think, he might respond with something dry and witty. Something likely far too scathing for someone so pretty and kind, but by some miracle he remembers Onyankopon’s advice and manages a soft yes before offering them to you.
He feels warm when you take them and bring them to your nose. So much so that he’s suddenly very aware of the collar of his shirt around his neck. Is this what it feels like to blush? He must look like an idiot, red in the face after only giving someone flowers.
But if he is, you’re nice enough to not point it out. Instead you inhale the fresh, floral scent and sigh.
“These are so lovely, Levi. Thank you.”
You smile again, and Levi thinks for a brief moment that maybe he understands a little better how people land upon a favorite color. Because in this moment, he can’t think of a more beautiful color than red.
#levi x reader#levi ackerman x reader#levi ackerman x fem!reader#levi ackerman x female reader#aot fic#thank you for sending something in!#<3
178 notes
·
View notes
Note
HI~!
What's you sweetest, fluffiest Levi head cannon?
content - fluff, levi x gn!reader, hair care is mentioned.
It all begins with your hair. I headcannon that, back in the Underground, Levi used to wash and braid his mother's hair, so he cherishes taking care of you in this same manner.
Cutting your hair, washing your locks or scalp, making sure it's held tight for expeditions if needed - Levi is conscious of the trust you place in him the first time you ask for his help. He grows to find stability in this routine: how warm and alive you feel beneath his soapy or conditioned fingertips, how relaxed you sound as he draws circles down the back of your skull, how he loves to listen to you talk about your day while he takes care of you. Sometimes, he'll catch sight of you playing with your hair across the dining hall - the hair he helped style that morning - and he'll feel warmth spread in his chest, knowing you carry a part of him with you.
Levi would never say it but those moments behind closed doors... yeah, they're incredibly special to him.
#thanks for the ask Tobbi <3#ackerbootytobbi#levi thoughts#levi x reader#levi fanfiction#levi ackerman#aot levi#levi x oc#levi x y/n#levi x you#attack on titan fanfiction#attack on titan#levi ackerman x reader#captain levi#levi x gn!reader#levi headcanons#flo is writing . . .#mail for flo#mail for flo.
270 notes
·
View notes
Text
eren is the type to talk you through it so good 👹 y’all are both a mess, the room STINKS, there’s a heavy cloud of smoke lingering in the space, y’all hearing the birds chirp and shit from outside. the vibe is vibing okay (i had to set the scene). but he’s got you folded up in missionary, your legs floppy beside his ears as he gives you the slowest and deepest strokes. your eyes are rolled into the back of your head and he’s just whispering, “that’s it pretty..that’s it. let go for me, hmm. let daddy do all the work.” you’re pu$$y creams around him as he speaks, and he mutters a low ‘fuck’ as he watches as his dick pushes it all back inside. “you gonna cum for me again? come on, cum for me. yes, yes baby -shit. good girl” and he’s petting your sweaty forehead and hair as you scream, shake, and cum for him so hard you see pluto. when it’s all done he’s whispering sweet nothing against your lips as you slowly and sloppily kiss eachother, telling you how good you did and how much he loves you as he lets you catch your breath and calm down.
grrrrrr i luv him hez my boyfie 💗 requests r always open for thirsts like dis
#my mannn thank u 2 my MANNNN 💅🏾#eren cafe <3#f4irycafeblurbs📇#eren x you#eren x black y/n#eren x y/n#eren x reader#eren smut#eren fluff#eren x black reader#eren x black!reader#eren jeager fluff#eren jeager smut#eren jaeger smut#eren jaeger fluff#aot fluff#aot smut#jean x black reader#jean smut#armin smut#levi smut#reiner smut
3K notes
·
View notes
Text
Levi with an (Episodically) Depressed S/O
Tags: levi x reader, angst, hurt-comfort, gn!reader Word count: 900
Levi invites you to shower with him, making the obstacle less daunting and much more attractive. In his black robe, leaning on your bedroom door, two towels slung over his arm indicate the knowledge that you will say yes and accompany him. The way that he looks, the low plea in his voice, how could you say no?
It would be more accurate to say that he was bathing you, but he does not phrase it that way. Instead, he is humble, letting his actions speak louder than words. He does not tell you that he will shampoo your matted hair, does not flaunt how deliberately he exfoliates your limbs, he just does them for you. Some days, even just tipping the bottle or pumping some soap into your hand can seem mountainous. On those days, he sees those activities not as tasks, but as privileges. It is his honor to be the one looking after you in your most dire time. He would always prefer someone to take care of rather than someone to miss.
Showering together not only ensures that you stay clean, but his company prevents you from those timeless sessions sat on the tile floor. At the moment you look refreshed but before you become sleepy, he jerks the handle to the left and halts the devastatingly relaxing rain.
Always, your clean clothes are already folded atop the bathroom counter, waiting for you. Some times, you fail to remember that you did not put them there. Other times, you notice the sign of his relentless consideration, but are artificially silenced from expressing your gratitude. No matter in his mind. You are clean, clothed, and out of bed, and that’s already better than you were before.
Without one complaint, Levi scoops your dampened towel and old clothes from the wet bathroom floor and drops them in the hamper for you. He has seen the piles that can amass, and if it were anyone else in any other circumstance, the clean freak would be quick to chastise, but any sight or thought of you disintegrates any instinct to discipline. You are sat in the living room, admiring the ivy that swirls around the balcony’s posts, thumbing the petals of the bouquet vased on the coffee table. White-gold rays move just a tad west to cast your figure in therapeutic light. You’re too tired to move away from the sun, and for once, Levi finds your fatigue favorable. As the morning temperature rises, he can see that your resting smile does as well.
While you are entranced with the scenes of summer, Levi swiftly searches for and alleviates the areas you have left neglected. He dumps your sock drawer upside down and mends the pairs that you have discarded as singles. In your closet, he finds the clean pile and dirty pile and either folds it or washes it accordingly. Under your bed, on your nightstand, in your bedside drawer, he discovers the dirty dishes that have been missing the sink and returns them to their proper place.
Between those tasks, he rolls his shoulders back or rubs the side of his neck and allows himself to sigh. It is difficult - not to bandage these tiny wounds - but to see the harsh bruises left by the illness. Sure, you were forgetful, and not quite as tidy as he was, but still - the mounds of laundry, hidden dirty dishes - this wasn’t like you. Levi lives for your joy - not the superficial smile, your peace - not the misleading silence. He lives for you - in sickness and in health. The times you forget your worth, that is when he whispers it in your ear. When the world is overwhelming you, he lets his touch communicate it.
Once your space is in order, he can start to work on getting you to leave it. Rather than annoying reminders or obligations, he mindfully manipulates the steps of treatment into desirable invitations. Rather than Do you want to… or Would you like to…, his proposals are statements, taking the responsibility out of your hands. Concerts in the park this afternoon. Let’s go to the farmers market. Apple orchard just opened.
Or even less far away.
Plants look thirsty, water them with me? Rain just cleared, read on the porch with me? Full moon tonight, stargaze with me?
To you, with me frames the activities, frames your presence as favors for him, and even in your lowest state, you are always keen to help him with anything. To Levi, it is no framing, your relationship is the greatest gift that fate has bestowed on him, and he treats you as such. It is in his selfless actions and his careful words, but it is more than that, traits you can’t quite categorize. The near flat, subtle smile you wake up to in the morning. The tight yet painless combs through your hair that leave you feeling divine. The low, calming timbre of his voice, decorated with a tender tone that he reserves for you.
Even before the haze you’re in now, you’ve never been able to label those qualities of his, and instead settled: it’s just who he is.
Like the sentiment that motivates his care: it’s what you deserve.
// masterlist //
#Optional A/N: I've been away from tumblr for a while. I had absolutely no expectation that anyone would notice#so please don't feel bad if you didn't notice! <3#i was going through - and am still going through - some intense health problems; mental and physical#so that's why i was gone~ but i've started mental health medication and it's starting to help me.#i can tell because today was the first day that i wrote fanfic in all of 2024 <3 oh how i've missed it#but i've missed the friends i have here more.#sorry for my random leave. please know it was not you - it was me#and my neurons originating in the raphe nuclei located in the midline of the brainstem that failed to make sufficient serotonin :')#anyways thank you all love youuuuuuuuu#levi x reader#levi ackerman x reader#levi#levi ackerman#levi x you#levi ackerman x you#aot x reader#snk x reader#aot x you#snk x you#2024#angst#headcanon#my writing#anlian writes#alias's#depression tw#tw depression#depression#mental health#tw mental health
161 notes
·
View notes
Text
Levi's Last Salute
#levi ackerman#levi#snk spoilers#snkgraphic#snkedit#shingeki no kyojin#attack on titan#aot#snk#torisnkgifs#i've been uncontrolably sobbing since this morning#you already saw my post about me crying over this scene#words will never express how much I love this man and how much he means to me#thank you for exiting and for letting me love you all these years#levi will forever be my number one#usergojoana#usergokalp#userartless#useraki#userdabiluna#userokkottsus#userinahochi#usermica#tuserelena#tusersky#usersenka#usermoonz#kilruas#userheidi#userhyu
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
Listen,maybe it is just me but Eren and Mikasa saying their goodbyes is so bittersweet and calm,and that is just how they are,Mikasa is a chill lady,so is fine,and is wholesome on its own unique way.
But Eren and Armin's ?! It felt so raw! Like the emotions are running at 1000 km per hour,and somehow it feels way more romantic. Like they are desperate to be together but can't ,and they have to be honest and say all the stuff that was unsaid because is now or never,and they start from when they were kids to their present-selves; and it is unfair but there is no way to stop it,there is no way around it,it is what it is. And even with all that,there is this tenderness,especially on Eren's part; and Armin's screams while seeing Eren's head afterwards,fucking chilling!
There have never been such a gay moment like this in SNK since Ymir and Historia saying their own farewells. The lesbians!
Besties feeling too homoerotic
#Shingeki No Kyojin#Attack On Titan#Eren Jeager#Armin Arlert#Eremin#SNK#AOT#SNK spoilers#AOT spoilers#thank you Isayama
823 notes
·
View notes
Note
do you think you could write hcs of jean with a softspoken gf? nobody writes for him fr it’s so sad
an! i love jean and this concept anon ! im a soft spoken girl myself so this really hits home 🥹 i hope you enjoy!!
jean as your boyfriend <3
SFW
when you two first started dated, jean was convinced that he hit the lottery. you were everything he ever wanted and he loved a girl that kept to herself.
jean sometimes takes you to wing houses & burger joints and watches with a huge smile as you try to order your food against the chaos of the other people conversing around you. you weren’t the biggest fan of having to yell in public, but you tried your best, and his heart melts everytime.
when you first met him at connie’s house warming party, you bumped into him, spilling the contents of your cup onto his white button up. jean had turned beet red as you stood on your tippy toes to whisper a hurried apology into his ear over the sound of the blaring music, while rushing to go get paper towels.
his favorite thing about you is how attentively you listen. it doesn’t matter what he’s talking about, you’ll be making eye contact and nodding along to whatever he has to say.
gets irritated with you during arguments, because you well… don’t engage. he could be giving a verbal, ten page, double spaced paper about how irritated he is with you, and you’ll just look at him like you’re bored.
“all i’m saying is that you don’t have to get aggressive with me over this. yes, i was at armin’s late and didn’t say anything, but i’ll tell you next time, okay? i’m sorry.” “okay.” “i said sorry, damn! stop yelling!”
you aren’t the biggest fan of confrontation, but he is. connect the dots yourself.
“SHE SAID NO GODDAMN TOMATO!” “it’s fine, i can just take them off—“ “not now, baby. gimme a sec, okay? anyway, FIX HER FUCKING BURGER!”
the two of you communicate so silently that it freaks your friends the hell out. when you want to go home, when you’re tired, when he’s needy, when he’s irritated? easy, simple eye contact will send you or him springing into action to fix the problem.
you may be quiet, but you love to laugh. jean doesn’t think he can think of anything more angelic-sounding than the sound of your genuine laughter, only for him.
jean had to learn how to be more tender when doing daily tasks. he was so used to slamming doors and stomping up stairs that he didn’t remember to adjust that behavior when you moved in.
(the first week you moved in, he’d thrown open the door to your bedroom and felt his chest squeeze as you almost tumbled out of your desk chair. now he puts three gentle taps on every door when he needs to come in.)
physical touch fanatic. end of discussion.
NSFW
lemme tell you, this man takes it to heart when you try to hold in your moans. you’re a little embarrassed with how loud you get, but nothing turns jean on more.
“nuh uh, lemme hear you—need to hear how good i’m making you feel, princess..”
during your first time together, he’d almost cum in his pants at the mere sound of your loud groans bouncing off the walls.
loves when you pull his hair more than anything. he takes it as a sign to go harder, fuck you deeper, and he obliges everytime. his cock throbs harder each time you run your fingers through his loose curls.
about 5.7 inches roughly, but thick. his cock flares as it goes downward; the head being the slimmest part. giving him head is fun, you think.
jean has this weird little fixation with your neck. it doesn’t matter what position he has you in, he’ll have a hand—or his mouth—running across the skin of your throat. backshots? he’s got a hand pressing against your nape to keep you in place. missionary? he’s massaging his thumb over your throat so tenderly that it should be illegal. cowgirl? he’s squeezing the sides of your neck while whispering about how good of a girl you’re being for him. he’s pretty damn weird.
his favorite thing to do is eat you out. you deny it, but your voice shoots up a whole octave when he massages your gspot with his two fingers of choice as he suckles on your swollen clit.
utterly surprised at how much you talk during sex. it almost embarrasses him how much you beg, scream, and whine for him. a mixture of ‘please’s’ and ‘fuck’s being infused in his head for eternity.
“oouu—shit, you’re so fucking loud…”
presses down on your stomach to feel where he is so he can try and go deeper… yeah.
tries to fuck your throat hoarse just to hear your raspy voice for a few hours. you’re such a trooper, just sitting there and taking it for him, even if he laughs at you after.
“babe, i’m so sorry—hahaha!” “this isn’t funny, i sound like t-pain!” “I LIKE THE BARRRTENDERRR—ouch, im sorry, i said i’m sorry!”
aftercare god. he’ll spend hours taking care of you, washing your back in the tub, greasing your scalp, making you tea and cookies, the whole nine. this man loves you deep.
#jean kirschtein fluff#jean kirschtein scenarios#jean kirschtein x reader#jean smut#jean kirstein#jean kirschstein#jean kirschtein smut#jean kirschtein x you#jean kirschtein imagine#jean x black reader#jean kirschtein headcanons#jean kirschtien#aot x you#aot x black y/n#aot x female reader#aot imagines#aot smut#syno’s picks 💌#i haven’t written abt him in so long thank you anon#curly hair jean supremacy !!!
836 notes
·
View notes