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ackermancurse · 5 months

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58 with Levi Ackerman for the prompt list please hehe :)

Modern Levi x Reader

Levi is your plus one to a wedding you were invited to in your family. Levi has always been your best friend so you asked him to go with you because you didn’t want to show up without a plus one.

“Pleaseeee Levi. My cousin is getting married and I’m tired of showing up to weddings without a plus one. It’ll shove it in my aunt’s face. I’m tired of hearing her snarky remarks of me still being single,” you plead to your best friend that sits on your couch in your apartment.

Levi sits with his right ankle resting on his left knee and leans his head back against the wall behind him, “Don’t make me regret it.”

Your face lights up, “Thank you thank you Levi. So I was thinking you can wear that black suit with the baby blue button up because it really brings out your eyes and-“

Levi puts up his right index finger and points at you, “Just promise me you won’t make me dance.” His grayish-blue eyes pierce into yours.

You pout, “But-“

“No but’s. I’m sorry but you know I don’t dance. When have you ever seen me dance in the 6 years you’ve known me,” he explains with a quirked brow.

You huff, “Fine I promise.”

Levi puts out his right pinky finger, “Swear on it.”

The one time he picks up a trait of yours it’s of course the trait you practice most. You always make Levi pinky swear and he hates doing it, but knows it means a lot to you. You put out your left pinky finger, “I swear.”

You place your earrings in and look at the time on your phone. Levi still hasn’t shown up and you have to leave in 5 minutes. You dial his number but it goes straight to voicemail, “Levi where the hell are you? Call me when you get this.”

There was a knock at your front door. You rush over and open it to see your best friend.

“Sorry I had to pick up my suit from the cleaners,” he mumbles with the suit still on its hanger.

You roll your eyes, “Well can we hurry this up please I wanna be there as soon as possible to rub it in my aunt’s face that I have a plus one finally.”

Levi enters your bathroom and shuts the door behind him while you sit on the couch. 2 minutes later he comes out in his freshly pressed suit. His dark locks framing his face perfectly.

“Can you just help me with my watch,” he asks, holding his expensive dark chocolate brown leather watch with a navy blue face and gold accents.

You stand up and grab his wrist gently, fastening the loose watch tightly together, “There, all done.” You glance up at Levi and find him already looking at you.

“You look good,” he replies in his deep and sultry voice. He looks down at you with a small smirk.

You clear your throat and step away from him, “Thanks Levi. Don’t look too bad yourself. Let’s go, yeah?”

He nods and makes his way towards the front door, opening it for you.

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You arrive at the wedding venue with Levi and he puts his arm out for you to lock your arm with him, “God I can’t wait to see the look on my aunt’s face.”

Levi chuckles slightly which makes me smile and look up at him, “Glad I could help. But remember our deal, no dancing.”

You sigh, hoping he had forgotten about the stupid deal, “Yes I know.”

As you walk up the steps to the building your Aunt Alice steps out and locks eyes with you, “Well what do we have here? Did you finally take my advice and stop acting like a child and get yourself a-“ she glances at Levi and looks him up and down, “nice piece of man.”

You had to admit Levi always did clean up well. The way the baby blue shirt brings out his piercing eyes and his dark features accentuate his facial features like his chiseled jaw.

“Levi Ackerman ma’am. Your niece has told me so much about you,” he extends his hand and she accepts it.

“Only good things I’m hoping,” she smiles.

He looks at you from the corner of his eye with a small smirk, “Of course.”

Aunt Alice’s face turns flush and she looks you in the eye, “You better not do anything to lose this man, dear, or I’ll have to set him on a date with your cousin Rachel. She’d really love him,” she replies and winks at Levi. “It was nice meeting you Levi, I hope to see you more later.” Aunt Alice walks away to continue with her bride of the mother duties.

Your smile fades, “Ugh I can’t stand her.

Levi unlocks his arm from yours and grabs your hand, “Hey, don’t bother with her. I can tell she just wants to get a reaction out of you.”

You look down at your hand in his. Levi has held your hand before, but this felt different. You look up to him and his eyes soon look up into yours.

Levi clears his throat and let’s go of your hand, “So should we find a spot inside?”

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The reception has gone on for a couple hours. You and Levi have been talking to all your family members who can’t help but gush over your “boyfriend.” Many of them commented on his cold and stoic impression and that he seems straight out of a romance novel.

You watch as other people dance with their dates and can’t help but feel a bit sad. You wish Levi wanted to dance.

“Uh oh trouble in paradise already? I told you Levi she’s a tough one,” Aunt Alice appears and sits down at your table next to Levi and gives you a tight-lipped grin.

Levi looks at you and back to your aunt, “Oh no. We’re just enjoying each other’s company here and talking to people who come by.”

Your aunt shoots you a glare, “I’m sure you’re just dying to dance and because she’s upset she’s not the one getting married so she just wants to sit and sulk. I’m so sorry Levi.”

You feel that familiar tightness form in your throat and feel tears sting the corners of your eyes. You look up at Levi and when he sees your expression he sends your aunt a look like he wants to strangle her. Of course, she doesn’t know this expression like you do.

“Actually I was just about to ask her to dance,” Levi retorts and stands up unbuttoning his suit jacket.

You quickly look up to him wide eyed, “Levi you don’t-“

Levi gives you a look, “C’mon dance with me.” His hand extends out to you.

You look at it for a moment and look back up to him. He gives you a nod of reassurance. You grab his hand and stand up.

Levi begins walking towards the dance floor with you when he stops and turns around, “And excuse me Alice. Your niece is a very beautiful young lady and I’m lucky to even be in her presence tonight. I don’t appreciate the way you speak so poorly of her so please stop being the bitter and jealous Aunt that you are.”

Aunt Alice placed a hand on her chest and was struggling to find the words she wanted to say.

You try to stifle a chuckle and cover your mouth. You can’t believe he said that to your aunt.

Levi takes your hand once more and you join together on the dance floor in time for a slow dance.

“Levi you really didn’t have to do any of that. Especially coming out to the dance floor. We had a deal,” you explain your arms around his neck.

Levi shrugs, “If it means I get to see that look on your aunt’s face, I’d do it again.”

You smile, “Thank you.”

“Don’t say I don’t do anything for you. You’re a special girl, so I’ll always make an exception,” Levi replies and locks eyes with you.

You can’t help, but blush, “So I’m a beautiful young lady huh?”

Levi’s eyes widen and you swear you see his cheeks get pink, “Was hoping you didn’t catch that. But yes, yes you are.”

You smile and rest your head on his chest, hearing the sound of his heartbeat ever so slightly.

You continue to sway to the music silently with Levi.

“Levi…” You break the silence between the two of you.

“Yes?” Levi asks with small confusion in his voice.

“What are we?” You ask. Recently, Levi and you have gotten really close. Closer than normal, but it’s a good close. You guys are always with each other, and if you’re not then you’re on the phone. You look forward to seeing him and feel butterflies in your stomach when you see him. You always thought Levi was attractive but you have always been best friends. Now it’s different.

Levi gulps, “I don’t know, honestly. I know we’ve always been best friends but I don’t know about you, but I feel like there’s something different.”

You pull away from his chest and look at him. Yes, something is different. “I think we might be stepping into more than best friends territory, Levi.”

Levi chuckles and you see that grin of his, “Yeah I think so too.”

You stare into each other's eyes for a while feeling the tension grow between the two of you.

“Can I kiss you,” Levi blurts out and breaks the tension.

Your heart skips a beat. You nod, “Yes, you can.”

Levi bends down to reach your lips. When your lips connect there’s an explosion like nothing would ever be able to explain. It feels natural. It feels right. It feels perfect.

You pull away first and the song ends. Your foreheads touching, “Wow,” you whisper.

“I think wow is an understatement,” Levi responds with a small laugh.

Levi guides you away from the dancefloor and holds your hand. You glance down and smile. You look up to him once more and he gives you a small smirk.

Maybe this is the one time that it’s okay to break a pinky promise.

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levmada · 2 months

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“Goodnight, my love.”

The warmth of Erwin’s voice stokes gentle low-burning flame which surrounds him, like a protective shielding from the dark. Erwin’s hand rubs down his back.

“Mm.” Levi breathes him in again, the skin of his warm cheek squished into Erwin’s bare shoulder. His hand is tucked between Erwin’s other shoulder and neck. He feels so good. He just wants to push and push until they sink inside each other, with nothing else, with their hearts beating as one.

“You feel good,” Levi mumbles.

His breathing stammers, barely. Both his hands meet around his back, cradling him snug. His head turns some so that his lips press to Levi’s hairline and forehead.

“You feel good,” Erwin says.

He bites down on his lip, breathing Erwin in yet again, and lets his achy eyes drift shut.

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romantichomicide95 · 8 months

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Levi is the type of guy who’s incredibly tense all the time. He can’t help it, it’s just who he is. His body’s always wound up, muscles coiled. It's as if relaxation is a foreign concept to him, constantly on guard and warily navigating the world around him.

But than you hug him, your arms encircle him, and there’s this slight crack in the impenetrable armor he wears. The tension slowly eases, his rigid posture softens ever so slightly, his tightly wound muscles relax under the gentle pressure of your touch. His tenseness fades, the stiffness that defines his every movement begins to melt away and he feels a momentary moment of peace, wrapping his arms tightly around you if only just to feel it a second longer.

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kentosbabes · 1 year

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Collage football player Eren part 2

Eren who takes photos of you every chance he gets, whether it would be you curled up in his arms while you watch a movie in his dorm or you sitting opposite him at an expensive restaurant all dolled up all for him. All his socials are filled with pictures of you and him with captions like 'My beautiful girl', and 'I'm the luckiest man in the world'. One of his favorite photos is of you in his football jersey after one of his games as he holds you at your waist with your arms hanging around his neck on your tip toes as you reach up and kiss him. The photo has him blushing every time he looks at it, gushing in awe at you.

Eren who loves how well you treat him after a tough game. You pull out all of the stops from running a bath to cooking his favorite foods. He secretly loves when you take care of him so he overexaggerates the pain in his shoulders or legs just so you join him in the bath and massage soap into his skin. Then letting you baby him, as you sit in his lap feeding him the pasta you cooked for him.

Eren who takes you to all the game after parties. Sitting on your bed as you do your hair and makeup so he can admire you. He can barely keep it together the whole journey and ends up giving in and having a steamy make-out session before you've even stepped inside the building.

Eren who can often be possessive over you but he also loves how other people gawk at you but the protective hand around your waist and the hickey on your neck acting as clarification that you're his. As you walk down the hallways he always makes sure to praise you saying 'your such a good girl' and 'You look so good today ma' I'm going to treat you soo good later' getting you all riled up before your next class. and he loves it seeing you get all shy and red at his words.

Eren who still sits and stares at you in math class often placing his head on your shoulder and groaning at the math problem messing with his mind. You giggle at his struggles and attempt to teach him how to get the answer but he can only stare at you producing the off 'mhm' and 'yeah' to indicate he was interested in the math when he's only ever been interested in you.

Part 1 here

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mossgh0st · 11 days

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As If It’s Heaven’s Gate (Levi Ackerman x Reader)

Summary | Levi is caught in a dark place following the battle of heaven and earth. Believing he’s undeserving of life’s sweetness, he deprives himself until you show up on his doorstep. Inspired by and based on Too Sweet by Hozier.

Content | Angst, Fluff. Sort of slow burn? No use of y/n. Levi is a grump, reader is shorter than him. Brief mentions of off-screen sex. Italics are song lyrics that each section is inspired by.

Pairings | Levi/Reader. Mentions of Jean/Pieck.

Notes | As soon as I heard Too Sweet, I knew I needed to write about Levi. Header is from ‘kii on Pinterest. Hope you enjoy!

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It can’t be said I’m an early bird, it’s 10 o’clock before I say a word. Baby, I can never tell, how do you sleep so well?

After the war, Levi becomes a creature of the night. His meticulous bedtime routine and eves of deep, restful slumber have become wrought with nightmares, teeming with the faces of everyone he’s ever loved having succumbed to their bitter ends. He’s forgone the tea, a relic of a previous era; he now prefers an amber liquid that stings on the way down. A balm that numbs, heavy bottomed glass filled only a quarter of the way. When he ventures beyond the confines of his home, he asks for the tippy top of the top shelf - Levi always takes his whiskey neat.

You know you don’t gotta pretend. Baby, now and then, don’t you just wanna wake up, dark as a lake, smelling like a bonfire, lost in a haze?

Some days, he’s lucky if he retires before the sunrise peeks over the hills and pulls itself up to the high point of the sky. Letters go unanswered, bookshelves less sparse as he fills the majority of his time with thick, leather-bound tomes. The newspaper has becomes the perfect kindling, headlines boasting peace negotiations melt and turn runny with the heat of the blaze. When Levi wakes each hazy afternoon, it’s with the lingering scent of bonfire strung about the atmosphere. His once grey eyes have turned deep, a color so sharpened it resembles the water on a lake just before the claps of thunder rumble and bring down swells of rain.

But while in this world, I think I’ll take my whiskey neat. My coffee black and my bed at three.

He knows he won’t live forever. He’s not at all interested. At this point, he’s pleading for the same sweet release from the world he afforded Erwin. Levi has spent so much time dwelling in the night, the darkness is threatening to become him. Then, you show up, one damp afternoon. Modest sundress, two small bags, a green ribbon tying back your hair. The glow you emanate is too much for him. He wants to be angry, filled with a rage so intense it convinces you to leave running in the midst of the spring storm, ribbon flying behind you. The pit in his stomach solidifies when he can’t bring himself to be irate, softened by the cold flush of your cheeks and the sheepishness of your smile as you stand, delicate in his doorway.

You’re too sweet for me, you’re too sweet for me.

At first, your presence does nothing to alter his routine. You rise with the sun, the first blinks of morning are spent brewing a sweet coffee in his kitchen, silent save the chattering of the birds. The dregs of his previous evening’s fire catching in the wind and mingling with the scent of bitter coffee grounds. Levi rises long after the sun has hit it’s peak, emerging in loose slacks and a half undone shirt, the sleeves rolled. You cross paths only briefly, while he pours his glass of amber whiskey and you prepare your cup of evening tea. A silent understanding has occurred - you can stay, if you don’t intervene. So you read in the overgrown garden, take your coffee with milk and two sugars, visit the bookstore, the seamstress down the block from the town’s main square, and worry about him only when you are tipping over the ledge into sleep.

But who wants to live forever, babe? You treat your mouth as if it's Heaven's gate.

The first change is subtle: tea leaves are disappearing faster than you’re brewing them; you know he’s dipping into the store after you retire each evening. Then, when the usual night terrors creep up again, plaguing your mind and leaving your lungs in a vice grip, the second change occurs. Levi waking and comforting you after a string of particularly violent dreams, a different sort of understanding passes when he murmurs, “I still see them, too.” You find him in your bed then, most mornings. Your routines still separate, bodies occupying different halves of the day for weeks. Coffee, bookstore, seamstress, reading, garden. It continues on, life in your solitary bubbles, except the brief overlapping in the early morning when your breaths mingle in the same space between your sleeping forms.

I wish that I could go along, babe, don't get me wrong.

The paradigm shifts once more when he begins to rouse the same time as you. A brief wave of shame washes over you as you realize he’s already awake, you cannot observe his closed eyes and smoothed forehead, the lines of his face set in peace, the soft parting of his lips, or the slow rise of his chest beneath the thin blankets. That morning, you show him how to make the coffee, and he grumbles after burning the first pot, squinting in the bright light. He notices you smiling out of the corner of his eye and something rattles around in his chest. You add three sugars to your cup. He accompanies you to both the bookstore and the seamstress, his silent presence a new comfort. Levi wants to ask why you chose him, chose his home, when there are happier and more accommodating friends, current or former members of the 104th. There’s no doubt in his mind that you’d be better off with someone like Mikasa, in her quiet cottage by the sea. Even Jean and Pieck, or hell, Reiner and his family.

You're bright as the morning, as soft as the rain.

Within a few months, Levi’s world has changed. It’s brighter, fuzzy around the edges. There’s a few sundresses in the closet of his room, a growing stack of books on his dresser. A knit shawl is draped over the chair in the living room; and the guest bed hasn’t been used in several weeks. He lets her brew the coffee in the morning, his palate now well suited for the taste, and takes chrysanthemum tea in the evenings. The garden has a bench now, front row to the beds of geranium, lavender, and snapdragon. When you smile at him through the kitchen window, an understanding dawns on him, an awakening blooms inside of him. He’s seen this look before, many times; over a shared water jug during an expedition, sleepy and exhausted over a fire surrounded by their comrades, during meetings with military leadership, after the battle of heaven and earth, and on the day you were assigned to his squad. You would never go to Mikasa’s, or to Jean and Pieck, even Reiner, or anyone else. He would never let you.

Pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape.

The first touch of morning is chill, a breeze dancing its way through the open window, sheet gathered at his waist as Levi rouses from sleep. He hears your hums from the kitchen and swings his feet over the bed. He’s drawn to you like bees are to flowers, cloying aroma and sunlight and all things good. Forgoing the tie of his robe, he begins purposeful strides down the hall. Then, you’re there, back turned and hair down. The hem of your pale nightgown sways as you wait for the pour of coffee, glowing in the sunrise, hands over your upper arms to stave off the late summer air. You’re lost in a daydream. Levi comes to stand behind you, listening to the melody you hum quietly. The deprecating, nagging voice he contends with daily in his mind is quieted - it’s just you now; always you.

If you could sit in a barrel, maybe I’d wait.

It’s quiet when he slides an arm around your waist, body warm and flushed. It’s quiet when you turn in his hold, meeting his grey gaze with lingering surprise and pink cheeks. It’s quiet as he pulls you in closer still, hands coming up to rest on his chest. Quiet, as Levi brushes his forehead against yours, eyes closed, fingers flexing in their hold of you. Completely silent, as he tilts your chin up, up, up, and brushes his lips with yours. The taste of you nothing like he had ever dreamed, and oh, had he dreamed. When you push up onto your toes to deepen the pressure, sigh into his mouth, his black bitter heart nearly bursts through his chest.

Until that day…

And when he takes you shortly after, coffee long forgotten, limbs so tangled it’s near impossible to discern where you end and Levi begins, lips parted and dewy with sweat and each other; he can only think of the sweetness this life has afforded him in you, how the bitterness of his past has made way for this belonging.. well. There’s truly no such thing as too sweet, is there?

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citrus-simp · 9 months

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Okay so we all enjoy the cute pregnancy stories BUT! Realistically pregnancies are sometimes worse than the sweet stuff that even I write about

So now I’m thinking of:

Modern Levi! Who was with you through the entire labor who is also there postpartum from the second your baby was placed in her bassinet. He’d help adjust your pillows, feed you and even change your pad if your need help. You desperately wanted a shower and you weren’t sure if you’d make it on your own.

“Come on, hold on to me” he said standing in front of your bed and offering his arms to you. You brace yourself on both as you stand up on shaky legs.

“Levi, I-I don’t know if I can stand in the shower…” you said nearly on the verge of tears. The birth was difficult, labor was a pain and after wasn’t any better. You were overwhelmed, overstimulated and just exhausted.

“Hey, hey…it’s okay. Whatever you need I’m here. Do you want my help with anything in the bathroom?” He’d ask

Modern Levi! Who helps you to sit on and get off the toilet and will stand out side of the shower to help you. Hell take the sponge and scrubs anything from your hips downward so your didn’t have to bend over. While you got dressed he’d prepare another pad for you to put on and even change your sheets. The nurses said they’d do it but he wanted to be of help.

Modern Levi! Who makes Sure to have his paternity leave because he’d rather lose his job then to let you adjust in your own!!!!

Modern Levi! Who knows that even at home it was hard for you to adjust. A lot of crying, diaper changes and feedings. Sometimes you’d go way too long without eating or a shower. He’d make sure to get the baby all night so you’d be able to rest. Change every diaper he could get to and even helped with latching if it wasn’t working. When you do have calmer days he’d take the time to just sit with you and be in the moment

“How are you feeling love?”

“Better, still kinda weird but I’m okay”

“How about some tea and cuddles?” He asked

Modern Levi! Who has seen you when you’re alone and how god look at your new body in the mirror. How you would squish and poke at areas that have now change. How you’d wipe tears away if you heard him coming. He’d even see how you would avoid looking at yourself int he mirror and it broke his heart. He knew your body is now new but, you had done something he couldn’t do and gave him something he never had. He’s never loved someone more each day from looking at them than when he looked at you . At night he pull your in with his hand resting on your stomach and whisper

“You’re the most beautiful creature to ever Grace this world. And to pick me of all people to have a family with, I couldn’t be any more lucky”

Modern Levi! Who is your entire support system postpartum

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apollodarling-writes · 5 months

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nghhh, thinking about reiner and his hands.

cw : smutty, soft dom! reiner braun, yandere! reiner, afab bodied reader but no pronouns used, dumbification, possessive reiner, marking, kind of worshipper reiner, disorganized thoughts, i just wanna fuck reiner soooo badly, unsure how i should’ve ended it so kinda cliffhanger ??

— thinking about how reiner would sit you in his lap, his fingers finding purchase on your hips and waist. thick, calloused hands creating a pleasant scratching sensation along your smooth flesh.

— thinking about how when he flexes his fingers to relieve the ache, the veins in his arms will bulge and you can see the tendons in his hands tightening as he opens and closes his fist.

— thinking about how reiner loves to direct your attention to him by gently trailing his fingers along your jaw before turning your gaze to meet his.

— thinking about how reiner looooves shoving his fingers into your cunt. he loves feeling the way your gummy walls grip his digits and suck him back in. reiner loves the way your hips jerk when he brushes the pad of his thumb over your clit, and the way you whine all pretty for him when he pulls his fingers out of you.

— thinking about how reiner moans when he licks your essence off his fingers, relishing in the taste and dipping his head between your thighs, eating you like a starved man.

— thinking about how reiner absolutely loves to fuck you dumb on how cock. he loves seeing your eyes roll back and hearing you babble about how good it feels, cooing at you with a lovesick expression.

— thinking about how reiner loves to leave his mark on you. especially after someone has looked at you longer than he’d prefer. he won’t make a scene out in public, but he will mark you up so everyone knows you’re his.

— thinking about how reiner will beg to eat you out, going as far as to kneel at your feet and rest his head on your thighs. the moment you allow him to, he’s not stopping until he’s satisfied.

— thinking about how reiner prioritizes your pleasure over his own. he’ll edge himself for hours if it means you get to cum before him.

— thinking about how reiner whimpers when he gets overstimulated or when it feels reeaaally good. otherwise, he’ll pant and groan as he rearranges your guts.

— thinking about how reiner was a virgin before you, but eagerly listens to everything you have to say so he can make you feel good. he watched your body language as he experimented to figure out what you liked and what you didn’t.

— thinking about how reiner started off as clumsy and inexperienced, but now can get you to cum undone on his tongue like it’s nothing.

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ackermancurse · 5 months

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You 🤝 Me

Being new to AoT fandom lol

Also #45 of prompt list for Jean please, thank you! 😙

Modern Jean x Reader

“Can you please stop chewing so loudly, Connie? I can hear you all the way from here,” you shout to your twin brother.

Connie rolls his eyes, “You’re so annoying. I wasn’t even chewing that loudly.”

You continue to type on your laptop. Finishing up the essay you’re working on.

“Well I’m gonna go shower. I’m going out tonight so don’t wait for me to come home tonight. Probably won’t be back till morning,” Connie says while he places his dirty dish in the sink.

Connie walks to his bedroom and shuts the door. You hear the shower kick on and sigh. Finally some peace and quiet.

The peace and quiet you just had is short lived when a loud series of knocks at the front door of yours and Connie’s shared apartment cause you to jump.

“Springer!!! Hurry up and let us in!!” You let out an annoyed sigh.

You march over to the front door to see who could possibly be making all this noise, “There better be a good reason why someone is pounding on my door.”

You open it to see Armin, Eren, and Jean standing at the door with big smiles while laughing.

You give the boys a hug, “Connie didn’t tell me you guys were coming over. You guys going out tonight?” You open the door wide to let the three boys in.

“Yeah, gonna hit a few bars. Maybe hit a club,” Eren says and gives you a side hug.

“Connie wanted to go out. He said you were busy doing schoolwork and was getting a bit annoyed with you,” Armin responds with a grin.

You roll your eyes and that’s when you finally lock eyes with Jean.

You’ve always had a thing for Jean. He has always been your partner in school for projects, always picked you first for sports, sat next to you to talk, and just has always been there for you since the day him and Connie became best friends.

Jean looks older now. His once dark hair now a light ashy brown. His hair is slicked back and is longer than you’re used to. But it looks good. By the looks of it he’s growing out a beard because he has some scruff on his chin.

“Hi Jean,” you say with a small smile.

“How’s my favorite girl doing?” he asks before giving you a full front hug. He lifts you up like he always does while you hang on.

You giggle, “Always better when you’re around.”

He smells like expensive cologne. The kind that would make you turn your head if you walk past him in a crowd. Jean places you back down in the ground and you look up at him.

“I didn’t know you were coming over,” you say and tuck your hair behind your ear.

Connie walks out of his bedroom fully dressed and ready to go out, “Soooo should we take a pregame shot here before we head out?”

Jean looks at you and leans over to whisper, “If I’m being honest I don’t really wanna go out but I’m going just because he’s my best friend.”

You let out a giggle, “Trust me I wouldn’t want to go out drinking with him either. Remember when me and him turned 21 he got absolutely shit-faced. He kept volunteering to sing for karaoke.”

Jean lets out a hearty laugh and Connie turns to face the two of you, “Jean! Sorry, is my annoying sister bugging you??” Connie shoots you a glare practically telling you to beat it.

“Never, Connie. She’s nothing like you in the best way possible,” Jean retorts and shoots you a small grin.

You feel yourself get hot in the face. Connie knew of your crush on Jean so he always tries to keep you away.

Connie rolls his eyes, “Ew gross don’t flirt with my sister, dude. At least not in front of me. There’s a reason I try to keep you apart.”

It was Jean’s turn to get red in the face. Apparently Connie always knew you two would hit it off and didn’t want to see his friend and sister flirt.

“Con, how could you even keep your sister and me apart? I mean we grew up down the street from one another,” Jean questions as Connie opens a kitchen cabinet and grabs 3 shot glasses.

“She’s my sister and I know how you get. I know she’s exactly what you go for dude,” Connie explains and grabs a bottle of tequila from a different cabinet and begins pouring shots.

Jean looks at you wide eyed.

“Let’s just take this shot and head out alright?” Eren suggests as he grabs a shot glass.

Connie, Armin, and Jean grab their shot glasses and lift them high in the air, “To getting laid,” Connie toasts.

“To getting laid,” the boys respond in unison. Jean makes eye contact with you as he responds and proceeds to take a shot.

All the boys make faces as the liquor burns their chests.

Jean walks over to you, “Hey do you wanna join us? It would be cool if we can hang out, you know?”

Connie gasps, “Um dude?”

“It’s your fault for always keeping us apart so now face your consequences,” Jean confidently remarks.

“Well good luck she’s not gonna wanna go out. She never does,” Connie says and pours himself another shot.

You watch as Connie begins to take his second shot, “You know what… I’d love to join Jean. Give me 15 minutes and I’ll be ready.”

Connie chokes on the shot as he hears you, “Really??! You never want to go out when I ask.”

“Yeah well you’re not a cute boy who wants me to join,” you quickly respond back and feel the heat rush back into your face. You look at Jean who has a small grin on his face and he runs his fingers through his long locks.

“Whatever. Well, I don’t want to wait for you so me, Armin, Eren, and Jean are gonna get an Uber from here. I’ll text you where we’re going,” Connie explains and grabs his wallet from the kitchen counter.

Jean quickly looks at you, “Actually I’ll stay. Make sure she gets to the bar safely ya know? I’ll order us an Uber.”

Armin and Eren share a look at each other and snicker, “Alright we’ll see you guys there. Don’t take too long you two,” Armin calls out as Eren helps him push Connie out the front door before you yells at Jean.

The sound of the front door closing echoes throughout your apartment. Now you stand in front of Jean, just the two of you.

“So uh I will um take a rinse off in the shower really quick and change,” you say and look down at your feet. “Feel free to sit at the couch and help yourself to whatever is in the kitchen.”

Jean nods and sits on the beige couch in your living room and you walk into your bedroom.

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You exit your bedroom dressed in your best outfit for a night out while holding a necklace in hand, “Do you mind?” You ask while lifting the necklace.

“Not at all,” Jean replies and takes the necklace from your hand gently.

You face away from Jean and lift your hair while his big calloused hands meet at the front of your body. He carefully clasps the necklace together and you turn to face him. You get a more in-depth smell of his cologne. It smells clean with a hint of spice. It reminds you of a fall morning. You look into his hazel eyes and notice the golden flakes that glow perfectly when the light touches them.

“T-The Uber is here,” Jean stutters at the sound of a notification from his phone.

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You and Jean finally meet up with the boys at the bar and you feel the urge to grab a drink.

“I’m gonna get a drink,” you lean over to Armin and yell over the loud music.

Armin nods and continues talking with Eren.

You approach the bar and flag down a bartender, “One Lemon Drop Martini please.”

You feel a presence stand next to you, “Now what’s a pretty girl like yourself doing buying her own drink?” A tall man with a full beard and dark brown eyes asks. His cologne smells cheap and his breath wreaks of booze. You’re probably not the only girl he has tried to hit on all night.

The bartender returns and places the glass on the counter, “$9.50”

You kid and begin pulling out your wallet from your purse when the man from earlier puts his hand out, “I-I got it,” He hiccups. He slams his card on the counter and the bartender quickly takes it.

“Thank you,” you quietly mutter.

The bartender returns with the man’s card and continues working his ear down the bar. “You’re welcome. Y’know you can thank me by talking w-with me. Maybe having a few drinks? I can buy you whatever y-you’d like.”

You look him in the eyes, “No thank you. I need to meet up with my friends. I do appreciate the drink though.” When you begin to turn away he grabs your wrist.

“That’s not the proper way to thank someone who just bought you a d-drink. You don’t think I’m h-handsome?” The man questions while still holding your wrist.

“Look I appreciate the gesture but-“ you begin stating but feel another presence behind you.

“Hey buddy she’s here with me, alright?” a deep and hoarse voice that booms over the music.

You turn to see Jean and he wraps his arm around your waist.

Jean towers over not only you but the man who has been bothering you since you stepped foot to the bar counter.

The man’s eyes widen at the sight of Jean, “M-my bad.” He turns and walks the opposite direction.

Jean keeps watching him as he makes his way through the crowd with his arm still around your waist. When he no longer sees the man he removes his arm.

You turn to face him, “Thanks Jean. You really didn’t have to-“

“Save it. I didn’t like how he was acting around you so I came over. Next time you want a drink please let me know so I can come with you or even just go buy you the drink myself,” Jean pleads.

You nod.

“C’mon let’s go find the others,” Jean says and takes a swig of the beer he is holding in his hand.

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The night continued on and you did as you were told. Anytime you wanted another drink you told Jean and he’d either follow you to the bar or ask you what you wanted to drink. Always returning with a small cup of water for you to drink in between.

When you all had enough of the drinking you took an Uber back to your apartment.

Connie, Eren, and Armin crashed in the living room. They were sprawled out everywhere. You made sure to give them each 2 aspirins and a glass of water. You even gave them a slice of bread.

“This is the best thing ever. God, you’re the best,” Eren says as he stuffs his face with another slice of bread.

Within 10 minutes, Connie and Armin were asleep on the couch while Eren was on the floor.

After you change into your pajamas you walk into the living room and kitchen area to grab a glass of water for yourself. You see Jean trying to rest in the arm chair in the corner of the living room.

“You can come to my room if you can’t sleep,” you call out in a whisper.

Jean perks up and carefully maneuvers through the boys’ shoes and Eren on the ground. He almost trips over a jacket but catches himself.

You walk into your bedroom and let him in, closing the door behind you. You lay on your bed and watch as he stands awkwardly at your bedroom door, “You can come here you know.”

“I’m okay with the floor, you know. Don’t want to overstep anything,” Jean says.

“If I wasn’t okay with sharing a bed with you I wouldn’t have offered you to come to my room,” you respond with a giggle.

Jean nods and finally sits on the bed.

There was a looming silence for a long time. You sit up and sit cross cross on your bed, “Thank you for helping me earlier tonight. I appreciate it, Jean.”

Jean opens his eyes and gives a sleepy grin, “No problem. You know, I’m always gonna look out for you.”

The two of you stare at each other for what seems like eternity. You look at Jean’s lips and up to his eyes.

“Do you want to kiss me as much as I want to kiss you?” Jean asks.

You nod.

“Oh, thank god,” he replies and puts his hand behind your head and pulls you closer to him.

When your lips collide it feels like a million fireworks explode between the two of you. The way your lips move in sync and long for the other’s whenever you briefly break apart makes you feel like you’re floating.

You run your fingers through Jean’s ash brown locks. He quietly moans when you tug slightly at his hair.

Jean places a hand gently around your neck which causes a gasp to escape your lips. You feel Jean smirk in the kiss and break away. You are both gasping for air.

“It has been so unbelievably hard to contain myself around you. I was really hoping you felt the same about me ,” Jean says while placing a small kiss on your cheek and you giggle.

“It’ll always be you,” You respond and place a gentle kiss on his lips. And nothing felt more true in that moment than that statement.

It always has and will be Jean.

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levmada · 1 year

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WAIT postwar!Levi who reluctantly starts experimenting with instruments like the piano or ukulele (for the short neck and small fret board), not just because his doctor advised that exercising his remaining fingers will help with numbness, chronic pain and nerve pain, but your continuing support.

and maybe, just maybe, some music in your home will keep the silence from feeling so haunted yk

#levi hcs #levi ackerman hcs #levi drabble #levi ackerman headcanons #aot blurb #levi.thoughts

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dollysilena · 1 year

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brother’s best friend!eren x kirstein!reader

warnings/notes: college au, suggestive themes but nothing explicit (maybe will be if i make this into a series), eren is a huge flirt and ur shy, unedited ngl bc i wrote this on my phone in bed half asleep, 1k

(18+) MINORS/BLANK/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT.

brother’s best friend!eren who first hears about you from jean, your older brother by two years. he overhears jean talking with you over facetime as he congratulates you on committing to their same university.

brother’s best friend!eren who raises an eyebrow at jean because he’s barely mentioned you before besides in passing. infact, he realizes he doesn’t even know what you look like besides for the few childhood photos jean keeps above his desk, which aren’t very telling as of present. he barely catches a glimpse of you on jean’s phone beside him, but from what he could see, you were much cuter than your irritating brother. (yet, he still hangs out with him everyday.)

brother’s best friend!eren who asks jean when the call ends why he’s never met you. he recalls how you’ve barely ever come up to visit besides the occasional trip with your parents. a few times, their friends had even extended invitations out for you to come join them to hang out whenever jean mentions you’re in town, but jean had always adamantly refused on your behalf. jean scoffs and says something along the lines of, “he’d rather die than let his scumbags friends be around his baby sister, especially you, yeager.”

brother’s best friend!eren who finds it amusing how overprotective jean is over you and it makes him all the more interested. you can’t help but pique his curiosity.

brother’s best friend!eren who eventually forgets about jean’s mysterious little sister until a few months pass and the following school year rolls around. jean begrudgingly asks their friend group if they would be willing to help you move into your dorm since your parents couldn’t make it last second and you would need the extra hands. connie and armin, always so friendly, agree. eren, who of course is as chivalrous as the others, or so he claims, couldn’t help but feel the same interest take over from months before. he agrees as well.

brother’s best friend!eren who has to listen to jean give the stereotypical big brother speech during the drive to meet you at your dorm. he rambles on about how you’re “absolutely off limits” and “you’re dead meat if you even think about laying a finger on her!” he can’t help but notice jean glaring at him in particular through the rear-view mirror.

brother’s best friend!eren who first meets you on move-in day outside your dorm next to a moving truck, with a massive moving box blocking your elusive face. you stammer out a quick greeting to everyone, eren barely hearing your sheepish voice from behind the cardboard. it was apparent you were struggling with the box in your hands. he chuckles and tells you to hand it over, that’s what he was there to do after all. you graciously pass it to him, and he finally gets to see the girl he’s been so curious of for the past few months.

brother’s best friend!eren who immediately thinks you’re a pretty little thing, and can’t help but be smitten with your bashful eyes and smile. your hands nervously toy with the hem of your dress, and he can’t help but take note of the blush barely dusting your cheeks. jean, ever so observant, barks at eren to get moving. “these boxes aren’t gonna move themselves!” he claims, but eren knows it’s a ploy to get him away from his beloved little sister.

brother’s best friend!eren who notices you trailing after him and the boys as they take your belongings from the car up to your room.

“something the matter?” armin asks looking up at you, hoisting up a box from the trunk. you stand sheepishly off to the side, seeming like you were waiting to ask something.

“is there anything i can do?” you question with a frown. “i can’t let you guys do all the work.”

“‘course you can!” connie chuckles, going to ruffle your hair. “what’s the point of having five guys here if not to do the grunt work?”

“don’t worry your pretty little head ‘bout it,” eren comments, and you immediately clam up and he smirks at your fluster.

“paws off you three!” jean shouts. he’s practically smoking from the ears.

brother’s best friend!eren who can’t wait to talk to you again, so when jean and the others aren’t paying attention, he sneaks up to your room where you were waiting. you were already unpacking all your things, and he takes note of the adorable knickknacks already strewn over your desk, colorful stationery, and even the few stuffed animals adorning your now-made pink bed. you were perched on your tippy toes, trying to place a hello kitty plush ontop a shelf too high for you to reach. he tries to ignore the way the skirt of your dress barely skims the edge of your underwear. (pink, he thinks.) he immediately goes over, and grabs your waist so you don’t stumble and grabs the plushie out of your hand.

“here, let me do it,” he states simply, setting it ontop the shelf. he doesn’t bother to remove his hand from your waist.

brother’s best friend!eren who doesn’t even have to look down at your much smaller frame to know he’s got you flustered again. admittedly, he finds it cute how quickly you get nervous around him. it makes him wonder how fast he can make you melt. (little does he know, you’re already putty in his hands.)

brother’s best friend!eren who immediately grabs one of your colorful gel pens off your desk and a sticky note and scribbles something down. you look at him through fluttering eyelashes with a confused expression.

“you call me when you need help with stuff like this, yeah?” he offers, slipping the sticky note in your hand. it wasn’t until you look at it that you realize it’s his number.

“stuff like what?” you question as you look up at him, and he can’t help but notice small cheerful smile threatening to break on your glossy lips.

“whatever you want, pretty girl.”

brother’s best friend!eren who walks out of your room with an undeniable smirk, leaving you dumfounded, and with a new contact for your phone.

do we want this as like a blurb series?? lmk, and feel free to shoot ideas/thoughtz in my inbox hehe

#eren yeager x reader #eren x reader #eren yeager imagine #eren yeager blurb #eren yeager x you #eren x you #attack on titan x reader #aot x reader #attack on titan x you #aot x you #eren jaeger x you #eren jaeger x reader #eren yeager headcanons #eren jaeger headcanons

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kentosbabes · 1 year

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Collage football player Eren who's the star golden boy of the school. He's on the football team, good grades and a large group of friends who follow him round like lost puppies. All he needed was the perfect girlfriend to finish off his golden image. you

Ever since Eren saw you in his math class, glasses falling down your nose, brows furrowed, pieces of hair falling down framing your face, he knew he had to have you.

You weren't the most popular girl in school, you had your group of friends you had decent grades and what you consider a normal life. But to Eren you were perfect, and he was quick to make you his.

Once you both settle into the relationship Eren is eager to claim you and show you off making sure everyone knows your his and he is yours. He walks you to your classes and becomes attached to you by the hip. His hands always placed possessively on your back as you walk through the hallways, his chin high knowing he's accomplished everything he wanted.

Eren ensured your first time was perfect with petals and candles after an expensive day out.

Eren invites you to all his games making sure there's time for a quickie in the lockeroom before the game for "good luck". Your in the crowd at the front row with his jersey and the 'titans' team colours pained on your cheeks shouting his name. Of course he wins the final scoring point winning the match for the team. Once the games over he's running to you with a cheesy smile picking you up and carrying you over the barrier onto the pitch while you place kisses all over his face in your giggly state.

and he loves it. he loves you.

part 2

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chrollohearttags · 8 months

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the type of man that grabs you gently by the back of your neck, snatches your head around and spits in your mouth mid argument before giving you the sloppiest, nastiest kisses. 😵‍💫😵‍💫

#this is very much kenny coded #and eren coded #yes this was inspired by a video I saw #and it’s had me fucked up for two days #smut blurb #eren jaeger #kenny ackerman #aot #aot smut #I’d be on my best behavior #lord when imma get a man like this #cw spit

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stoned-eren · 7 months

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unfortunately coming to the conclusion that eren would be a very bad texter.

it's not that he wants to be - he just ends up forgetting to text back, very often.

he's notorious for typing his messages out, but ultimately forgetting to hit send. when he finally sees you, asking you why you didn't respond to his text, you tell him you didn't get a text; what was he talking about? to which he pulls out his phone.

"look," he says, turning his screen to face you.

it's his message of 'lets get food' scrawled out in the text field, not sent, again. he tilts his phone back at himself.

"oh."

on top of that, since he never sends the texts, it always shows him typing. when you first got together, you would sit around, anxiously awaiting what you thought would be a paragraph of a text, only to get nothing for hours on end. the little chat bubble is constantly popped up on the text screen between you and him.

also- you could text him a giant paragraph, telling him all about your day or the way he makes you feel, and he'll just like it. or send a thumbs up.

you'll send him a text along the lines of:

"hi my love, i hope you're doing well :) there was a really nice view when i went on a hike today, it made me think of you. i'd be willing to go again, if you want to come with me. i just wish i could be with you right now <3"

and hours later, he'll just say:

"cool"

but undoubtedly, eren is still very sweet.

when you're in the comfort of his arms, he'll plant soft kisses on your forehead. doting turquoise eyes gaze at you as a shy smile spreads across his face. tightening his grip around you, he gives you a tender kiss on your cheek, his warm embrace making you blush.

"you know i love you, don't you?" he breathes.

the way his words are so gentle and kind to you in person, makes you forgive him, just a little bit, for the way he texts.

#writing.exe #a little blurb #late night eren thoughts #ik its not late rn but i havent slept in over 24 hours ok-#eren #eren jeager #eren yeager #eren jager #eren x you #eren x y/n #eren x yn #eren x reader #eren x reader fluff #aot #attack on titan #snk #shingeki no kyojin #aot fluff #snk fluff

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mossgh0st · 24 days

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By Any Other Name (Jean Kirstein x Reader)

Summary | Jean realizes not all nicknames are bad.

Contents | Fluff, No use of y/n, Eren and Floch are little shits, Mikasa manhandles Eren, snarky!Jean

Pairings | Jean Kirstein/You, Eren/Mikasa

Notes | This was inspired by @fandominfestation‘s post. Header image credit goes to Portgas D. Ace on Pinterest.

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He hates it.

The snark of Eren Yeager matched only by himself, the holler of his cackle makes Jean Kirstein’s spine stiffen.

What’s worse than his cackle? Only one thing.

“HEYO ~Jean-boy~!” The high pitched whine of Eren’s voice bellows from down the hall. There could not be a worse nickname, coming from a worse person. If he didn’t know better, Jean would say even the bricks lining the walls of Mitras’ capital building shuddered in embarrassment for him. Floch’s (fucking fuck that guy, Jean thinks) stupid laugh follows quickly behind, his wheezing sounding more donkey than human.

He can’t stop the lava-hot anger boiling to the surface, shoulders rising and fists clenching at his sides. Now they’re both laughing, and he wants to deck them both in their stupid, snide faces. Jean turns, eyes narrowed to a slit, “Where’s your bodyguard, Yeager? I don’t see your usual evil brooding shadow.” Smirking, he knows he hit Eren right where it hurts, in his puny runt-sized heart. Fuck it, if he wants to play hardball and mock my mother, I’ll play, he thinks.

Eren short circuits and Floch’s jaw falls open. Before Eren becomes his usual flash of rage induced, uncoordinated, off-balance flurry of flailing limbs, Jean stalks off not quite fast enough to miss the tail end of a devastating loss.

Mikasa grabs him by the collar before he can wind himself up, “Why do you always do this shit?”

Jean smirks to himself. “Oh, hey Mikasa. Didn’t see you there!” He calls.

He’s rounding the corner when Yeager grounds out a retort that’s followed by an “Oof,” where Mikasa yanks his collar a little too hard.

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Yeager still tries his patience, incessantly. Jean blows him off nowadays, his temper no longer simmering just below the surface. When his pest’s favorite insult doesn’t even make his skin prickle, he knows he’s fucked.

There’s a new factor at play, and Jean’s too preoccupied to care much about Eren being a little prick. All because of you.

It’s not his fault, he thinks. You’re so sweet. If they bottled and sold you as a drink, no one would get enough. It’s in the way you smile, eyes twinkling. How you immediately flush when paid too much attention, or address a group. Your soft voice and desire for the quiet. Jean knows you’re not a pushover, you’ll knock someone on their ass. The difference is in how - with few words spoken and gracefully, swiftly, without hesitation.

So when Jean spends the night in your quarters, warm and wonderfully devoid of the regular scout racket, his mind is far, far away from fucking Yeager and Floch. And, when you beckon him closer in the lamplight, finger under his chin and a glint in your eye; when you whisper “Come here, Jean-boy,” before bringing your mouths together… well, he’s never loved the sound of his own name more. Yeager can eat a bag of dicks, he thinks, right as your lips part and let his tongue explore the softness of you.

With one hand on your waist, the other in your hair, and you on his lap, hands around his neck, he knows for certain that he is absolutely and unequivocally fucked.

Bonus: Eren tries it again and the unintended effect is that Jean gets a raging boner.

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