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levitiquee · 8 months

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It'd been years after the war.

You no longer had to fight anymore.

The ODM bruises had started to fade as you don't have to tighten the straps anymore, so hard that they dug into your skin. You don't miss the familiar weight of the gas tanks and thunder spears around your waist.

No more recovering only the remains of your dead friend. No more running for your life. No more corpses, no more blood.

You don't miss that life.

You've found your peace, a life with Levi.

You would have never thought it was possible. Not just you and him, but the whole concept of it.

That finally, you can sleep peacefully, without being scared of an urgent call that a wall was broken through. Though you'd still have nightmares but still. And even then it was fine because you had Levi now, to help you get through it. You no longer hard to curl up to yourself and try to calm yourself down, hug a pillow and sob silently so none of your dormmates wake up. You had Levi now.

Or the mornings, you think. The odd sense of peace, the feeling of safety. You can wake up beside him and stay in bed for as long as you want. You don't have to get up and search for your uniform. There's no training to be late to. You just curl yourself around him and watch him sleep, peaceful. And you get to watch when he'd woke up, sleepy sleepy eyes peering through and then arms wrapping around you tighter. He looks so vulnerable then. But you're glad, you think. That he can sleep like that now. That he feels safe enough to, safe with you. His dark circles aren't so visible anymore and he doesn't look as tired as he used to. He still can't get a full rest, but the insomnia isn't that bad.

Life had changed. And for the best. Peace for him and peace for you.

But try as you may, and oh dear God did you try, you can't actually forget. Can't actually leave the life you had spent so many years living behind just like that.

No, the scars never faded.

Souvenirs, you think. Reminders etched into your skin, reminders of who you were and what you've done and all that you pray to forget.

Yours stopped bothering you at one point. It used to. Once. Severely.

You'd stare at the bruises on your thighs for hours or the livid pale slashes along your arms or your stomach. Rough knuckles and calloused fingertips, the constant usage of ODM had left marks there too.

It's more the memories than anything that comes with it.

You used to think, how could anyone possibly look at this marred mess you were and still love you?

Oh but Levi.

He never told you but you knew.

He thinks it's not enough. That he's not enough. That surely you deserve someone with all their fingers, and both their eyes.

And you think it's ridiculous.

But even now, after so many years, you'd sometimes catch a glimpse of him staring at himself into the mirror, fingers grazing his face.

The world had been so cruel to him. And he didn't know how to be kinder to himself.

Unlike you, who cried it out, he never learnt how to actually handle his emotions. So when it's one of those days, he merely shuts himself out. In his own dark little mind. And those days, you leave him alone, because he only curls into himself deeper if you try to get him out. And you learnt to give him space, for him to come out on his own. Though every inch of you wants to help him, but you don't know how.

And it was one of those days, you realized when you walked into the bathroom.

He was staring at the bathroom mirror, arms braced on the counter. So focused he didn't even hear you coming.

"Levi?" You called out gently.

He didn't answer, but his head tilts towards you, eyes shifting to meet yours. He only gives a slight nod.

"You... okay?"

"...yeah." He takes a moment but nods. "Fine."

And it was then you noticed how hard his fingers gripped onto the counter. And you noticed his expression, the look of guilt there. How he wouldn't even look at you properly.

Your heart hurt.

If only he understood.

You didn't say anything but walked towards him. And without a word, you slide on top of the counter, shifting so he was standing between your legs. You locked your legs behind him, pulling him closer. He was startled but he didn't say anything, his eyes downcast.

There was so much pain inside those gray eyes.

"Levi." Your voice gentle, soft. "Look at me."

At that, he only tilted his head, looking further away from you, eyes darting sideways.

"No, look at me." You held his chin, turning his head towards you. He flinched at your touch, but you could see the resistance breaking under your gaze. The walls coming down.

With that, you held up your hair, tilting your head to show him a slash that went up to your neck.

"See this?"

He looked at you, confused. And without a word, you tugged on your t-shirt, taking off the clothing in one pull.

"What are you... doing?" He asked, warily. Eyes on your face. Even after so many years, he still got shy.

"No, eyes here lev." You said firmly. "See this?" You pointed at a scar along your elbow, then towards the bruises that ODM had left on your chest. " And this?"

He only stared at you, expression hard. His jaw tightened.

"Tell me Lev." You sighed.

"Does these repulse you? Creeps you out? Do you think they're ugly? Do they make you love me less? Or not at all?"

Levi looked horrified. He was immediately shaking your head, desperate to deny the words. How could you even think that?

"No." He said hastily, eyes wide. "No, what are you saying? Of course not—"

"So why on earth," You gently cupped his cheek, shushing him down. "Do you believe that yours makes me love you any less?"

Your thumb pressed along the scars on his cheek. They were white now, no longer blood red and livid on his skin as it was back when Hange stiched them up. You swallowed, pressing your forehead to his.

"What made you think," You whispered. "That these makes you worth any less levi? "

He didn't pull away, but he stiffened. His face hardened but there was a look of despair beneath his eyes. "That's not the same—''

"How is it any different?" You cut him out, your voice firm. "You tell me, I'm waiting."

He hesitated, staring at you. And then he looked down.

"...I'm crippled."

"Your point?"

"You deserve someone younger. Someone whole. Someone who's more than me."

"There's no one that's more than you levi."

"I'm damaged. "

"We'll fix it. I'll fix you. So, help me fix myself."

"I'll hurt you. I've already hurt you. I don't know how to be better than this. I don't know how to love someone. "

"You're the only person who have never hurt me. You make me feel more worthy than anyone else in this world ever could. And holy shit, if you can't," You whispered. "If you can't, let me. God, I'd love the shit out of you if you'd just let me. So fucking let me in Levi, don't push me away. Don't shut me out. You've done that enough in your lifetime."

And Levi was still. He was made out of stone. So hard, so rough, the edges so sharp. He tries to soften himself for you, but it goes against everything he ever taught himself his whole life and he doesn't know how to do that. He tries, but somehow it never feels enough. Not enough for you. And he wish he could believe that you didn't love him because you do and he could feel it. He can always feel it . Like the way you were looking at him and he felt so, so exposed.

It makes him feel guilty. Someone like you doesn't belong with someone like him. And he wishes, for once in your life, you'd stop looking at him like that so he could convice himself that you don't want him and he could walk away.

And he knows he makes you feel like you're not good enough, because he sees your sad expression when he locks himself out. But it's not you, he wants to tell you. God, you're fucking perfect and it's never you. It's him. He's the fucking problem. The space inside his head was so dark he was scared that just might be enough for you to leave.

But you. The tempt of it.

The warmth of you. You were all softness and gentless and goodness, so so kind to him and it makes him want to hold you tight and never let go again.

But somedays it gets so hard.

He isn't used to this. To show his feelings. To feel so bare in front of someone. Instinct doesn't let him.

He isn't used to feel so loved.

But he thinks he'd try. For you.

Because now that it's you, he doesn't know how to go back to a time there wasn't you.

"Levi?" Your voice pulls him out of his mind. Like you always did. His saving grace, his angel. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling you closer and he can hardly breathe.

"Don't give up on me, Levi." You whispered to his ears. "On you. On us."

@sad-darksoul @anxious-chick @raginginferno267

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lewajek · 9 months

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Actor AU sketch comp so far (or celebrity AU!)

#attack on titan #aot #erwin smith #levi ackerman #eruri #snk #Actor AU #aot actor au #celebrity au #alternate universe

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theragethatisdesire · 10 months

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"l’amore è cieco" - eren x reader - 18+!!!

back to the ti penso universe!!! finally!! did you guys miss it? i know i did; i am utterly obsessed with these two. i've had this sitting in my unfinished wip pile for way too long not to share.

our lovebirds have gotten the wedding all wrapped up with, so we're a solid four years past them reuniting in italy....and surprise! they're expecting!!!!! i could literally scream just writing that; the grip dad!eren has on me will never let up, i fear......anyways, this one's a little rough because i've picked it apart a thousand times and i'm just tired of editing, so you guys enjoy!!! sorry if it's not quite up to par :/

pairing: eren x reader

wc: 4k

DISCLAIMER: this post contains MATURE CONTENT that is intended only for those over 18. if you are a minor, please do not read below the cut.

CWs: smut, reader is pregnant, use of names (baby, mama, pretty, beautiful, etc), swearing, vaginal sex, fingering, multiple orgasms, breeding kink, lactation kink, creampie, crying, tooth-rotting fluff

title means "love is blind" in italian, per tradition w this verse <3

Right on schedule with your new daily, depressing routine, you stand in front of the mirror running your hands over your body, examining the recent changes. On second thought, scrutinizing might be a better word.

You’re grateful your job has allowed you to work from home for your entire pregnancy, editing articles from the journalists who can actually travel while snuggled up on your couch, but the downside of it is that you’ve had far too much time to mull on all of the ways your body has stretched and warped to accommodate the growing little girl in your stomach. You thought pregnancy was supposed to be beautiful, and sometimes it is, but more often than not, you just feel like a swollen, hormonal mess.

You “popped”, as all the mommy podcasts say, about two weeks ago, and thin stretch marks have begun to appear on your stomach. Eren calls them your “tiger stripes”, having been in full-blown cringe dad mode since the day you took the test. Bizarre cravings control you at all hours of the day, evidenced by the little black crumbs you’re picking out of your sports bra, left behind by your fourteen-Oreo breakfast today. You gaze longingly at the jewelry box on your bathroom counter; you haven’t been able to wear your wedding band in weeks, the tan line already beginning to fade from your finger. Before you can get a hold of yourself, the hormones have you in their grip, and hot, frustrated tears are spilling down your cheeks.

“Babe, have you seen that tie with the red–” Eren materializes in the doorway with absolutely no warning, as he’s prone to do, but cuts himself off at the sight of you, “baby, no, again?”

“Don’t say it like that,” you say, reluctantly allowing him to take you in his arms.

“Like what?” Eren’s voice is sweet, but hesitant. He’s been living under the constant threat of getting his head bitten off for mundane reasons because of you. It makes you feel worse, makes you shove him away and glare at him accusingly.

“Like I’m always fucking crying.” You are always crying, but you wish he would at least muster up some semblance of surprise at finding you in tears yet again. You turn away from him, wiping your face in the mirror. “Shouldn’t you be packing? Your flight leaves in like, three hours.”

“I’ll cancel,” Eren coos, stepping behind you to wrap his arms around your waist, picking your belly up in his hands.

It’s some hack he got off Tik Tok, supposed to take the weight off of your back for a precious moment, and as much as you don’t necessarily want to be touched right now, it actually helps. You’ve been alternating between thinking Eren’s overenthusiastic parenting research is adorable and mind-numbingly annoying, but for the moment, your back has stopped aching for the first time all morning, and you sigh, leaning into him.

“You can’t cancel,” you murmur, momentarily soothed, “‘s a big client. Where is it again? France?”

“I just got back from France, Miss Pregnancy Brain,” Eren chuckles, quieting immediately upon catching your lethal gaze in the mirror. “It’s just over in LA, and honestly, I could have Hitch go if you need me.”

“No, I can take care of myself, it’s just like…” a fresh wave of tears spills down your cheeks, “fuck, I don’t even know what’s wrong with me.”

Eren nods into your shoulder, letting you sniffle. It’s not a new trait, your outright refusal to ask for help, but it’s been exacerbated by your pregnancy, especially considering exactly how much help you actually need now.

You’ve taken custody of all of his sweatpants, not yet able to bring yourself to buy maternity clothes. You’d walked in sobbing and humiliated the other day because you’d peed yourself on the long elevator ride up to your apartment in front of the neighbors. You can’t sleep on your stomach anymore; Eren has to prop himself up just right beside you and sandwich you between himself and a wall of pillows to stop you from turning. You know it hurts him seeing you miserable, and you try to suck it up and enjoy the positives of pregnancy as much as you can, but you can’t muster up that strength every day.

“Hush,” Eren pulls your wet face to his chest, letting you stain the Number 1 Dad! t-shirt he had bought himself. “I’m not going.”

“Eren–”

“I’m not,” he says firmly, rubbing small circles into the bottom of your spine, “you need me here, whether you want to admit it or not.”

You grumble complacently, nuzzling into him. You do need him, as much as you want to think you can tough it out on your own. Eren’s bought book after book, not just for the baby, but for you. Most nights you find him reading titles like You’ve Made the Baby…Now What? or How to Survive Pregnancy: A Guide for Men with his feet propped up on the coffee table, a habit that, despite your efforts, you cannot nag him out of. It’s cute, honestly, how over-the-top he’s gotten with baby prep, especially when you’re often too exhausted to wrap your mind around reading a parenting guide.

“I feel ugly,” you admit quietly, sticky and snotty against his shirt. “I feel disgusting.”

“What?” Eren’s reaction is one of genuine confusion. He pushes you away from him so he can search your face, waiting patiently for you to elaborate.

“I’m gaining an obscene amount of weight, my ankles are the size of my knees, I can’t wear a single one of my rings, what am I supposed to feel like?”

Eren frowns. “Those things are supposed to happen. I read last night–”

“I don’t care!” Your voice cracks under the weight of your frustration, and you press your fingers into your eyes hard enough to see stars, trying to regain control of your temper. “I don’t care that it’s supposed to happen. It still sucks.”

“I think you’re beautiful,” Eren sounds earnest, but you scoff at him anyway.

“We’re married. You’re supposed to say that.”

“I don’t have to.”

You cock an eyebrow at him. “If you want your head to stay on your shoulders you do.”

Eren laughs at that, tugging you over to stand between his legs as he sits on the bed. “So, you’re serious? You genuinely don’t think you look good pregnant?”

“No,” you rub at your nose, “I don’t.”

Eren looks up at you, cupping your face gently. “I disagree.”

“Do you really?”

“I think you look better than ever.”

“That’s an insult to non-pregnant me,” you roll your eyes, moving to step away, but Eren holds you tight between his legs.

“It’s not,” he insists, “there’s just some things your pregnant body has that you didn’t necessarily have before. Some things that I like.”

You cock an eyebrow at him. “Cankles?”

Eren chuckles breathily, shaking his head. “I adore your cankles, but they weren't exactly the first thing that came to mind. Take these, for one thing.”

Eren presses his nose into your sports bra, hands moving up underneath to palm at your swollen tits. You let out a breathy laugh as he explores, already feeling a low heat beginning to simmer in your core. That’s one perk of entering your second trimester; your hormones might turn on a dime, but your sex drive has skyrocketed.

Eren shoves your bra up to free your tits, groaning appreciatively as he takes a nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking. You watch as he feels his way around with his mouth, humming contentedly under your breath, when suddenly, his eyes fly open and he shoots away from you.

“What?”

Eren shushes you, bringing a hand to the breast that had been in his mouth and squeezing lightly. White liquid beads on your nipple, and you cover your face in shame.

“When did that start?”

“A few days ago,” you admit, trying to push his hands off of you, cheeks burning. Eren swats you away, leaning back into your nipple, sucking harder. You can feel a small stream of milk leaving you, relieving some of the pressure in your tits; a moan rumbles deep in Eren’s chest, and you can see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows. Eren releases your nipple with a loud pop and looks up at you panting, eyes blown wide.

“Is it weird that that’s kinda hot?”

“Probably.”

“Does it hurt?”

“No,” you hum, threading your hands through his hair and urging him back to your chest, “feels good.”

That’s all Eren needs to hear, diving back into your chest with renewed vigor. As he continues, you realize it doesn’t just feel good, it actually feels incredible. You’ve always had sensitive breasts, but with the pregnancy, sensation has increased tenfold; you can feel your panties getting wetter as the weight of your full breast decreases. When Eren’s gotten all he can from your left nipple, he moves to your right, replacing his mouth on the now-abandoned nipple with his hand to twist gently at the wet skin.

The combined sensation makes your knees buckle; Eren saves you smoothly by wrapping an arm around your lower back, yanking you to him to straddle his leg. It’s the perfect angle for you to roll your hips against his thigh slowly, feeling the much-needed friction of his sweatpants against your cunt.

“Eren…” you breathe out, voice nothing more than a wisp of air.

“I know baby,” Eren speaks directly into your flesh, not willing to back away for even a moment, “feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Feels so good,” you whimper, clutching him to you with fistfuls of his hair.

“Told you this new body’s not so bad, hm?” Eren closes his teeth down on your nipple lightly; you almost keel over from the shockwave it sends through you.

You nod, rubbing yourself against his thigh faster. It’s awkward and cumbersome with your belly in the way, but it’s enough for now, enough to light your nerves on fire in that way that only Eren’s ever been able to.

“Fuckin’ ridiculous,” Eren mutters, grabbing onto your hips to help you get your rhythm right, “you’re so perfect, and you don’t even see it.”

Your fingers dig into his arms as you moan. “But my stomach–”

“But nothing,” Eren kisses you, mumbling into your mouth, “love your stomach, love your tits, love all of it. You think it doesn’t make me so fucking hard, watching you walk around with that big belly and knowing what it came from? I did that. We did that, didn’t we baby?”

“Mhm,” you bite into his shoulder, the friction on your clit through your sweatpants is getting to your head, making you dizzy. “Eren, Eren–”

“Sh sh sh,” Eren shushes you, moving so that he can look you in the eyes, “what do you need? Tell me.”

“I don’t– I don’t know, I just…” you can’t find the words, so in need of him that you can’t even decide what sounds best. His mouth? His fingers? All of it?

“Okay, okay,” Eren says quietly, standing you both up only to lay you against the pillows, “I’ve gotcha.”

He nudges his sweatpants down your legs, bringing your panties with them, spreads your legs so he can see the most intimate part of you. Eren brings his hand to your clit, rubbing tentatively, but you’re so desperate for him that it’s enough to make your back arch, a long, throaty moan ripping out of you. He lays beside you, gently playing with your clit and watching in awe at the reaction you give him, already a blubbering mess after only a few minutes.

“So sensitive, aren’t you mama?”

“Yes,” you hiss out through clenched teeth, a fresh wave of arousal flooding you at the name, “s-so sensitive. Need to cum, I need, n-need–”

“I’ll make you cum,” Eren promises, sinking a finger into you, “I’ll make you cum, baby.”

“Fuck, Eren, it’s– I can’t–”

“Feel good?”

“So fucking good,” you’re basically sobbing at this point, fingers clenched into the muscles of his bicep, clinging to him and humping his hand. You’re not sure if it’s the lack of sex over the first trimester (“What if I hit the baby’s head?” Eren had asked nervously whenever you approached him) or the rawness of the sensation against your over-sensitive body, but you’ve never been so close to your orgasm so quickly.

You don’t hold out long; Eren’s skilled with even just one finger, and before long, you’re crying out his name, gushing all over his hand. Eren presses his lips to your forehead in a sweet kiss despite having utterly destroyed you less than thirty seconds ago.

“Ready for me?”

“Sit,” you pant, pointing to the massive stack of pillows against your headboard. Eren raises his eyebrows in surprise, but does as he’s told, only pausing to pull his clothes off. The loss of the stupid dad t-shirt is a relief as much as feeling his bare chest under your hands. Due to your hormones, you’ve thrown Eren out of the house several times, and you’ve demanded to be alone enough to where his only solution is to go to the gym downstairs and work out until you’ve calmed down. It shows: his chest has grown broader and stronger, and the veins on his arms are nearly popping through the skin. “You look good.”

“Yeah?” Eren offers a shit-eating grin, flexing his bicep ever so subtly. “You should see yourself.”

“You seriously think I look good like this?” You’re straddling his hips now, rubbing your clit on his bare cock. It’s a lewd sight, his cock drooling on his abs, glistening with your cum; your cunt clenches around nothing, more than ready to be filled.

“Mhm, you look so fucking good like that,” Eren grunts, hands finding your hips again and lifting you up to sink you down on his cock, both of you letting out loud, satisfied groans, “but you look much better like this.”

You grind your hips against his, not possessing the energy to bounce your now-heavier body, but it makes you see stars. Eren rarely lets you ride him, much preferring to bend you over or pin you to the bed himself, but with your bump, you now have an excuse to hop on top of him whenever you like. It’s been close to a decade of fucking him, but the full stretch of him never fails to shock you, the way he pushes into you until you’re positive he’s in your stomach. With Eren sitting up, his cock stays firmly nestled against your g-spot, pushing little bits of squirt out of you with each movement of your hips.

“Eren–” you whimper, holding your breasts as you rock into him.

“Shit- you’re so tight like this,” Eren says through his clenched jaw, throwing his head back against the headboard, “why don’t you ride me more often?”

“You don’t let me,” you say with a watery giggle.

“Stupid,” Eren gasps, “‘m so fucking stupid.”

You’re too fucked out to voice your agreement, opting for sliding a hand down your body to flick at your clit. You can’t quite reach it around your bump, though, a discontented noise leaving your lips. Eren opens his eyes, takes notice of the way you’re hunching your back, and swats your hand away.

“I got it, I got it,” he pants, tucking his hand underneath your swollen belly to rub your clit just the way he knows you like it.

“Oh, f-fuck,” you choke out, throwing your head back.

“Good?”

“Yeah,” you hiss, “‘s perfect.”

“Take what you need, mama,” Eren’s watching you intently, a glimmer of admiration in his eye, “take what you need.”

You’re moaning pitifully, loud and wanton as Eren’s cock moves inside of you. Your cunt tightens around him desperately as the bubble building in your stomach threatens to explode.

“Think you get wetter like this, all swollen with my baby,” Eren muses, leaning forward to latch his mouth around one of your nipples where more milk has already started to pool. His words have a visceral reaction on you; you cry, tears welling in your eyes as you spiral towards your release.

“I think–I think I’m gonna– oh fuck, don’t stop,” you croon, rocking your hips as fast as you can manage. Eren mumbles around your nipple, something about how beautiful you look, and you come undone around him, grinding your hips hard against his and cradling him to your chest. He might have a point- there’s damn near a puddle of your arousal at the base of where you’re connected, slicking up the skin on his hips and the inside of your thighs.

“Better?” Eren pulls you in for a kiss; you can feel him grinning through it.

“Maybe a little,” you admit, laughing light and watery against his mouth.

“Mmm,” Eren hums, grabbing you by the hips and lifting you only to drop you down again and turn your laughter to a quiet whimper, “not good enough. Need you to be much better.”

“Fuck me, then,” you nip at his bottom lip, earn yourself a deep groan.

“Can you— can you hold yourself up like this?” Eren scooches both of you down, albeit, a little awkwardly, so that he can lay flat on the bed. He moves you up until you’ve only got him halfway inside of you, cocking a questioning eyebrow at you.

“Yeah, I–I think so.”

“And you’re sure I’m not going to hurt–”

“Jesus Christ– no Eren, it’s fine, just– fuck,” he cuts you off with a sharp snap of his hips up into yours, grinning menacingly when your eyes roll back.

“Like that?”

“Just like that,” you moan, annoyance wiped from you with one clean stroke. Eren takes that for the green light that it is and starts pistoning his hips up into you, swearing under his breath. Even though he’d instructed you to hold yourself up, he makes good use of his new muscles, suspending you at the perfect height to feel every inch of him as he fucks up into you like his life depends on it.

“You look so fucking gorgeous like this,” Eren growls, “all swollen with my fuckin’ baby. Gonna keep you like this, give you as many as you want.”

“Eren–” you choke out, suffocating on the way he’s fucking you, his words, him. For the first time in months, you feel amazing, holding your chest and groaning long and loud as Eren thrusts up into you.

“Baby, I’m- fuck, not gonna–” Eren cuts himself off with something that sounds suspiciously close to a whimper, throwing his head back.

“Cum in me,” you pant, nodding urgently at him, “want it so bad.”

“Oh fuck,” Eren groans, hips moving impossibly faster. His fingers are digging into your hips near to the point of pain, and that little frown he makes when he’s about to cum is crumpling his face. You do want it, badly.

“Please Eren, I need it,” you gasp, legs trembling on either side of his hips.

“Fucking love you, love you so much,” Eren slurs, hips stuttering. With a long, throaty moan, he slams you down one final time, cumming deep inside of you. You grind against him as he does, moaning along with him at the familiar warmth in your belly. Exhausted, you momentarily forget about your bump and try to collapse facefirst on him- that’s enough to snap Eren out of his post-orgasm haze.

“Whoa, whoa,” Eren shoves you back upright, lifting you under your shoulders and laying you on your back, “careful.”

You wince. “Shit, sorry. Sometimes I forget. It’s still sort of new.”

“I know,” Eren agrees, eyes locked lovingly on your baby bump, “love it, though.”

“Really?”

Eren cocks a disbelieving eyebrow at you. “If that didn’t convince you, I don’t know what will.”

You giggle at that; he’s always been good at this, cheering you up and diffusing your worries like it’s second nature. After ten years, it probably is at this point.

“I don’t mean to be so down on myself, really,” you sigh, tracing a finger over where his hand’s splayed on your stomach, “it’s just…so much harder than I thought it would be.”

Eren nods thoughtfully. “That’s reasonable. But you’re so good at it.”

“I haven’t even– what?” The insecurities that you’ve been successfully masking under good natured teasing and occasional annoyance come slipping from between your lips. You’ve thought it for weeks; how Eren’s so into all the baby stuff, so enthusiastic about learning everything he can, while all you’ve managed is trying not to gag when he cooks eggs in the morning and picking out some onesies. “What about all of your books and your podcasts and crap? You’re the one doing everything.”

“That’s all I can do,” Eren scoffs, “you’re doing all the hard stuff, like carrying the baby around and puking every morning and crying all the time–”

“Hey!”

“I’m serious,” Eren shushes you, “you’re putting in all the legwork. I mean, you’re literally growing our baby. You’re a fucking rockstar mom already. If anyone’s not doing enough here, it’s me.”

That’s one thing about Eren that will never get easier; his deep, unwavering admiration for you, no matter what you’re doing. Sure, it’s endearing when Eren spins you around in his arms for something as simple as finally getting that croissant recipe to come out well, but when he’s praising you for something that’s actually difficult? It’s sweet enough to give you a cavity, warm your heart, and turn your cheeks pink all at once, even after all this time.

“Well, if you’d like to take a shift carrying her around, be my guest. She’s a chunky little thing already,” you roll your eyes, tucking your face into Eren’s ribs to mask the flush rising to your face.

“I’d do it for you if I could,” Eren sighs in faux-thoughtfulness, “but I wouldn’t look half as hot.”

You giggle furiously when he lands a slap to your ass, swatting at his chest. “God, it still doesn’t feel real, does it? A little girl that’s half you, half me.”

“It does and it doesn’t,” Eren shrugs, bringing a hand back to your stomach, “I don’t know about you, but I’ve been thinking about it since Italy.”

You gape at him. “That long?”

“You know I’m always ahead of you on this stuff,” Eren teases, squeezing your cheeks together, “knew I wanted you first, knew I wanted you back first, knew we should get married…”

“Yeah, yeah,” you roll your eyes at his bragging, “it’s just, like…are we ready? To do this?”

“This?” Eren cocks his head.

“The whole…‘parents’ thing.”

“Putting aside the fact that you're way too late to be having those kinds of thoughts,” Eren says, rubbing your lower back, “of course we’re ready. There’s no perfect parents, but I believe in us– believe in you. Gonna be the best mama any baby’s ever had, I know you will.”

“I don’t even…oh, Eren.” You’re tearing up again–damn hormones. Eren wipes at your tears, planting a big kiss on your forehead.

“I mean it. You’re going to be great, already are,” he says, smiling down at you. He holds you just like that for a few moments, letting you nuzzle into his chest, until his little grin grows wicked. “Although…the only thing I can say I am worried about is which one of us is going to accidentally teach her her first swear word. Should we bet on it?"

Even through your tears, you cock an eyebrow at him. “You and I both know that’s going to be Jean. Especially after what you taught Clara the last time we babysat.”

Eren barks out a laugh. “Hey, hearing her call Jean ‘Daddy Jackass’ was funny, and you know it!”

“Thanks for reminding me,” you smirk, “now I know what I’m teaching our little girl first.”

“No way!”

#eren jaeger x reader #eren yeager x reader #eren jaeger smut #eren yeager smut #aot x reader #snk x reader #snk fanfiction #aot fanfiction #eren jaeger fanfic #eren jaeger fanfiction #ti penso universe #ti penso uni

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humanitys-strongest-bamf · 4 months

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HEAR ME OUT— levi finally confessing his feelings for Y/N on new years

OMGGGGGGG THIS IS SO CUTE (this also ended up longer than i intended because i decided to add dialogue LMAO sorry)

i can imagine him doing it as a new year's resolution type of deal

like you'll be walking along the docks, with fireworks planned to go off across the bay. as you're watching the fireworks, he's intently watching you, his lips slightly parting as he appreciated the wonder in your eyes from watching the pretty colors, which were getting reflected off your face, painting your eyes with colors that made them seem to pop out even more to him than they already did

it's levi, so of course he'd be struggling even then over whether he should confess or not. i can see him maybe admitting it to himself a few weeks ago, but being unsure of when or how to tell you, or if he even should tell you. will it ruin your friendship? what if you didn't feel the same? what if he wasn't good enough for you?

but seeing you in those colorful lights, with nothing but innocent curiosity and awe in your eyes, gave him the resolve and desire to finally confess.

he'd be lost in you, and wouldn't even notice when you start trying to chat with him again after the fireworks show had ended and the new year had officially begun.

"what's your new years resolution?" you asked. "i'd probably say mine is trying to be cleaner at home, but i already know that's not gonna happen. you're probably going to have to come over to keep my shit together."

"you'd still be a shitshow even if you suddenly become a master at cleaning," he mentioned with a scoff.

"well?" you pressed with a head tilt, still prompting him to answer your question about his new year's resolution.

it took him a moment to respond.

"...probably be better at voicing how i feel without ignoring it."

"well, you never were good at words, were you?" you smirked as you casually teased him. "you just end up scowling at everyone, so people just think you're feeling grouchy all the time."

"and what about you?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"what?"

"do you also think i'm nothing but grouchy?"

"hmm," you mumbled, thinking about what to say. "maybe 80% of the time. the other 20% seems to involve you being worried about something, usually if something wasn't clean enough or if you were going to run out of tea."

he snorted at your comment. you couldn't read the expression on his face, but it did seem like he was deep in thought, as if he was trying to formulate something to say. as you said, he was never good with words.

"well, let's start simple. what are you feeling right now?"

"...a little annoyed at how loud those damn fireworks were. a bit disappointed in how many drinks four-eyes had."

"well hange had been working their butt off trying to get their lab together after the holidays. they deserve to let a load off, even if that is being 5 shots in and playing dumb party games."

he averted his gaze as he tried to formulate his next words.

"...and probably confused," he whispered quietly.

"about?"

"there's this brat that's been pissing me off," he eventually said. "has been for a few years actually. and it pisses me off even more that part of me looks forward to it."

you raised an eyebrow at him. "you look forward to being pissed off?"

you saw him begin to shuffle around awkwardly.

"...only when it comes to them, i guess," he mumbled, still looking down towards the ground. "...kinda realized that i've grown quite fond of them, in a way as more than just friends, but that i've been too caught up in my head to really acknowledge it."

now you were the one frowning.

"levi ackerman actually having feelings for someone?"

there was a hint of astonishment and animosity in your voice as you turned to better face him, holding your hand against your waist in an almost accusatory fashion.

"who the hell is this mysterious person and why haven't i heard of them?"

he remained quiet for a moment before finally looking up, his intense, grey eyes looking directly into yours.

"you."

#kat chats #levi and reader are idiots in love in every universe i write sorry not sorry #thinking of levi #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi heichou x reader #captain levi x reader #levi fluff #levi #levi ackerman #levi heichou #captain levi #attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyoujin #snk

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A/N: Hey, Anons! I have decided to combine these two requests into one fic. Sorry this took me so long to get to. Thanks for sending these in, I really hope you both like it! This takes place in the canon universe, a few years following the Battle of Heaven and Earth.

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: Pretty fluffy. No warnings that I can really think of aside from AOT spoilers.

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Through the Threads of Time - Levi Ackerman x Female Reader

It has been years, years since you saw him. Your best friend in elementary and middle school, now all grown up. As he enters the tea shop with some sort of limp through the front door, your eyes cling to him. His once soft jawline is now sharp and defined, his cheekbones high on his face, and his eyes have a silver razor’s edge to them. He’s dressed in a black and white suit, the first two buttons of his undershirt unbuttoned, with a long black trench coat over it all. His hair is parted to the side and his undercut looks freshly buzzed.

He looks… breathtaking?

You nearly drop the piping hot green tea you’re serving to a nearby table of customers.

“Ma’am? Ma’am?” the customer calls out to you in an impatient tone. You’re snapped out of your trance and you muster up the best smile you can conjure as a wave of panic washes over your body.

“Sorry about that!” you apologize in a peppy customer service voice as you set the teapot down gently. “Here you go. Enjoy!”

As you make your way back behind the counter, your frazzled hands make flattening paths down your apron. Before you can run to the bathroom to do a quick once-over of your appearance, a low voice calls your name questioningly. It reverberates in your ears and causes you to freeze in your tracks.

“Is that you?” the voice calls out again.

Your breath hitches in your throat after swallowing a thick wad of saliva. Quickly, you turn around and face your once beloved childhood best friend. A pang of concern hits you in the gut when you see two scars running across his face, one merging into his left eye. The iris and pupil are completely gone, leaving nothing but a white eye behind. You had seen the pictures in the papers but… it was a different story to see it in person.

His gaze travels up and down your body and a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips.

“Levi,” you smile at him. “What a wonderful surprise.”

“I concur. How have you been doing?”

“Never better! How are you?”

“Never better,” he echoes and looks around the shop. “This is where you work? I’ve never seen you here before.”

“I just started a week or so ago. I only work on weekends. I’m a full-time student.”

“Is that so? What are you studying?”

“Literature.”

“That’s… very fitting. After all, I couldn’t have passed many of my classes without your help.”

You’re not sure how to respond, so all you do is give him a chuckle. You look around the room and pray to the heavens above that nobody can see the heat creeping up on your cheeks.

However, he sees you looking around the room and mistakes the gesture for boredom. He takes a deep breath.

“Anyway, I don’t want to hold you up. I’ll take a 12-ounce hot black tea. To go, please.”

“Sure thing,” you say, trying to fight the deflated feeling in your chest as you write the order on the side of the cup with his name. “Anything else?”

“No, that’ll be all. Thank you.”

Once you make his order and hand it to him, he lifts the cup in your direction and nods once at you.

“Thanks. I’ll see you around. Enjoy the rest of your day.”

“Thank you, you too.”

Your eyes stick to his figure as he limps out of the shop. All the way until he’s gone from sight when he rounds the corner of the street outside.

And just like clockwork, Levi comes into the shop at 3 PM, on the dot, every Saturday. Placing the same order, asking more questions about what you’ve been up to the past couple decades, all the while looking dashing every single visit. Once you recognize this pattern, you start to put more effort into your appearance. Not too much that it’s going overboard, but just enough. Your hair is always styled neatly and you go out of your way to slow down the way you apply your makeup.

You certainly didn’t have feelings for your childhood best friend, that’s for certain. You didn’t even know the guy. You both have changed, in every single way. But was he pretty to look at? Absolutely.

And you want him to have something to look at, too.

“I’ve enjoyed chatting with you,” Levi says your name and flicks a few dollars into the tip jar on the counter. “Reminds me of simpler times. Would you be available sometime this week for tea?”

“I appreciate that. And yeah, that sounds great! I actually get off in a few hours and don’t have anything planned after.”

“Perfect. Shall I meet you here?”

“N-no, let’s go somewhere else,” you blurt and his eyebrow raises. “Sorry. It’s my coworkers. They all talk, you know. And I value my privacy.”

“As do I. Would it be too forward to invite you over to my place? I live just right down the road. I could give you a full tea tasting.”

“How can I pass up such an enticing offer?” you smile at him. “It’s a deal.”

“Great. Here’s my address,” he grabs a pen and napkin, both sitting nearby, and uses it to scribble the numbers and words of his residence. “Does 7 work for you?”

“Yes, that sounds good.”

“Fantastic,” he says monotonously as he leans up and holds the napkin toward you. You take it gingerly and shove it into your back pocket. “I’ll see you tonight.”

“It’s a plan.”

* * *

7 PM comes faster than you ever thought it would. It seems to come in a blink of an eye. You’re standing at his front door. His house is a one-story home that features a white exterior with dark green window shutters. The landscaping is kept up on: campanulas and other types of flowers neatly groomed into sections, wood chips in the dead space, and hedges trimmed perfectly. All the visible windows are open with curtains pulled back to let in the warm, clean summer air.

You knock and wait a few moments before the door opens. Levi looks at you, his eyes boring into yours. He’s wearing black slacks and a white tee.

“Hey,” you give him a smile.

“Hi, come in.”

He steps to the side and you step through the door frame. You take off your outerwear at the door. He takes your coat and hangs it on a nearby standing coat rack. You thank him. You place your shoes neatly on the entrance rug, keeping in mind Levi’s clean-freakiness that you came to know throughout the years.

You immediately spot the mahogany kitchen table, which is adorned with a white table runner down the middle. On the table are dainty white tea cups. A number of them. There are also a few tea kettles and French presses with dark liquid in them. On a tiered serving platter are snacks such as cut sandwiches, donuts, cupcakes, macarons, and fruit.

“Holy shit,” you approach the table slowly and gesture to it. “You did all this?”

“Yes, I haven’t had the chance to do this quite yet. And this is a special occasion. So I went all out.”

“I’m honored. This looks amazing, Levi. Truly.”

“Thank you. Let’s wash up and get started, yeah?”

“Okay.”

* * *

You can tell that Levi is fighting back his excitement as he is explaining the ins and outs of making tea to you. You admire the way that he gently pours the hot water into teacups, seeping the leaves just right before serving them to you. It’s so graceful and calculated. All the while, he’s concentrated with his brows knitted together.

You listen intently, through every step. You never thought tea making could get so technical with perfecting the water temp, preheating the teaware, using exclusively loose whole-leaf tea, using filtered water, and so on. After all, you are a novice barista.

Particularly, he is a strong advocate of not adding milk nor any type of sweetener to tea, which isn’t a shock to you as he always declined both with each and every order of his. His justification was so the drinker can truly taste the tea on its own. Makes sense. However, you prefer some sort of additive to your tea, so this was an adjustment.

“This is a bit bitter,” you say, coughing a little after you carefully take a drink of a golden tinted tea. “Is it supposed to be like that?”

“Yes. Young sheng is generally a more bitter tea.”

That is the last of the tea sampling. The tiered platter is almost cleared off as you and Levi both tried some finger foods with the wide selection of tea.

“So, what’s your verdict? Which is your favorite?” he asks inquisitively.

“Out of all these, I liked the hibiscus tea the best. I liked how it was a bit sour and the color of it was super pretty.”

“I understand. Again, that’s very fitting.”

“You’ve said that quite a few times now and I’m not sure if I should take it as a compliment or an insult,” you chuckle dryly.

“It’s not meant to be an insult by any means. Just… not surprising. Despite all these years, you really haven’t changed much.”

“I see,” you say, leaning back in your chair. “We’ve talked an awful lot about me. But what about you, Levi? What have you been up to?”

“Well, to be candid, things have been…” he trails off and looks troubled. His brow is furrowed. “Quiet, since everything ended. My leg has healed tremendously since injuring it. I was condemned to a wheelchair for a long time and… that was also a difficult change for me, to say the least.”

“Of course. That would be a difficult change for anyone.”

“But it only pushed me to put in my all during physical therapy. Being in that wheelchair I felt… incapable. A ghost of a person I once was. Humanity’s Strongest Soldier… reduced into a cripple. Yes, I survived. But I can’t help but wonder… would’ve it been better if I had perished, just like so many of my comrades?”

“Levi…” you say in a cautionary tone, “you know that’s not true, right? You may see a wheelchair as an obstacle or a reduction of your character, but that’s far from the truth. You still have so much to offer the world. That’s never changing. Like, you coming into the shop every weekend was always something I looked forward to.”

The ends of his lips curl ever so slightly upward into a soft smile. You both exchange prolonged eye contact before he looks away into the platter of leftover food and tea.

“I appreciate that, thank you. Everything became difficult, even going to the toilet. Gabi and Falco forced me to hire an at-home nurse. And not only was I dealing with this new debilitating physical ailment… but I was facing a mental one, too. I often asked myself if life was really worth living in my disabled state. I was never truly suicidal, but I did question my existence, my purpose in life. After all, I had fulfilled my mission as a soldier.”

He pauses to look at you. You’re still listening with such intent that it makes him continue.

“But to die by my own hand would mean letting my comrades down. Their lives were taken unwillingly. By force. What a privilege it is to live. To wake up each day. To draw breath.”

“I never really looked at it that way but, yes… you’re right. It is a privilege.”

He clears his throat and sits up in his seat.

“Long-winded answer… Sorry. But right now I’m working on a book. Hoping the guys at Berg will give me some free publicity when I actually publish it. Who knows.”

“Really? A book? What about?”

“The last seven years of my time in the Survey Corps: a first-hand, unbiased account of what happened as Eren Jaeger, once known as the hope of humanity, became the most despised person in history. I don’t want humanity to forget those important events. Otherwise, we’ll be doomed to repeat them.”

“That’s fantastic! And a great point. If you ever want someone to take a look over it, I’d be more than willing to do so. Historical nonfiction isn’t really my strong suit, but I’m sure we could work something out.”

“I will keep that in mind. I’m not even halfway done yet.”

“Well, I’m sure there’s a lot to account for and remember.”

“Certainly.”

* * *

You and Levi end up talking through the afternoon into the late evening. You two sit by the fireplace on his couch and enjoy a glass or two of red wine. The house is completely dark otherwise. There’s a slight pink tinge dancing across the apples of his cheeks. You’ve never seen the man smile as much as he has this evening.

“Thank you for coming over,” he says casually as he tilts his wine in a circular motion, making the dark liquid dance across the waist of the glass. “I really appreciate it. I tend to overstock on tea. So it’s nice to finally share that with someone. Get rid of some of it.”

“Of course. It was quite impressive. Have I told you that already?”

“Just only a million times.”

“And I’ll say it a million more.”

Both of you chuckle. The warmth of the fire spreads across the pad of your foot when you stick it out towards the flames.

“You know, have I ever told you how pretty you are?”

Your head snaps towards him. Did you hear him correctly? “I beg your pardon?”

“Please. Don’t act like you don’t already know.”

“Alright, pal. I’m cutting you off. Gimme.”

Once you put your wine glass down on the side table, you lunge at him and he pulls away teasingly. A smirk spreads across his face. Utilizing the armrest of the couch, you reach again and contort your body over his to try and reach it. As quickly as a lightning strike hits, your hand suddenly slips off, causing your whole body to collide with his. Your face collapses into his torso.

And you notice how close you two are. His body heat radiates onto yours. It somehow seems hotter than the fire. How he’s still effortlessly holding his wine glass despite the clashing of your bodies. He sets it down carefully on the other end table and his hands slowly lower onto your waist.

“Easy,” he breathes lowly as he moves your body so your face is close to his. “Don’t want to spill.”

Your breath hitches in your throat. His breath fans across your lips. He seems frozen in place, waiting for you to do something. You lick your lips and look up into his eyes. His gaze bores into yours. And just like that, you’re too frozen to do anything, either. Hesitantly, he reaches a hand up and slowly guides a tuft of your hair behind the shell of your ear. After, his hand settles on the side of your neck, which allows his thumb to make soft strokes against the round of your cheek. You lean into his touch and your eyes fluttered closed. You hear his breath get caught up in his throat, too.

He leans into you, and when his lips brush yours ever so slightly, goosebumps run along the length of your spine. Your heartbeat rages in your chest. He calls out your name cautiously.

“Hm?” you open your eyes.

He looks almost pleadingly as he whispers a question.

“Is this okay?”

You nod your head, “Yes.”

And with that one word, his lips push onto yours. He’s warm. So warm and soft. He cups your face in his large hands. He’s so gentle in his movements, acting as if you are made of glass, bound to break at any moment. He pulls away from the kiss, separating you two with a quiet smack of your lips. He looks to you to find any idea what you’re thinking.

But even through childhood into now, he cannot deny you’ve always been hard for him to read.

You bite your lip as you reach up to his cheek and gently stroke it with the backs of your fingers. Much like you, his eyes flutter closed.

“That was nice,” you mutter.

“Yeah,” he breathes. “It was.”

“Do you… maybe want to do it again?”

He smiles. A full smile.

“Of course.”

* * *

About an hour later, he’s helping you put on your coat. You tie up your shoes in the same place you untied them.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay?” he says, hinting at a tone of nervousness. “I mean… it’s late.”

“I’m okay. Thank you though, Levi.”

“And you don’t want me to walk you home?”

“No, thank you. I like my solitary walks.”

“So stubborn,” he trails off, scratching the back of his neck. “Elated to see that hasn’t changed, either.”

You roll your eyes at him as you open up the front door. The warm night summer air fills your lungs. People are still out and about canvassing the streets. Once you step onto his porch, you turn on your heel and look into his eyes.

In a compulsory move, you step towards him and kiss him again. He immediately reciprocates as his palms instinctively go to the curve of your waist. He pushes you into him further. His tongue gently pries at your lips and asks for access. You open your jaw to allow it. It’s not long before both of you are panting with need.

You pull away, though, and bury your face in the soft fabric of his shirt. You inhale his clean scent, a smell of detergent and cologne filling your senses. His strong arms wrap around your frame. You stay there for a few moments and relish in the simplicity of the moment.

“Will you go to breakfast tomorrow? With me?” he questions.

“Sure. Where at?”

“The coffee shop.”

“Levi, I told you… my coworkers.”

“That’s fine. Let’s give them something to talk about.”

You fight back the stupidest grin. You can’t deny the idea of it. It’s exciting. You take a step back from him and shake your head.

“Ever the assertive one… that sure hasn’t changed about you.”

“8 AM. I’ll meet you there.”

“Make it 9 and we got a deal.”

“Fine. 9 AM.”

“Okay.”

Levi, in a rush, closes the space between you to kiss you again right there on the sidewalk. He doesn’t want to let you go. He wants you to stay with him. Though he knows the thought is greedy, he can’t help it. He wants to make up for all the lost time.

He watches as your figure disappears down the street. He shakes his head. Who would’ve thought you two would be here after all these years. After all the strife. The struggle. He certainly didn’t. And neither did you.

But never mind that. You both have a breakfast date tomorrow.

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iwdha · 6 months

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nobody talk to me for like the next ten years

#i spent like half my life with this show #wth do i do now #happy destiel day #happy end of attack on titan day #does the universe exist solely to ensure we are unable to forget the fifth of november #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #mikasa ackerman #aot #snk

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peterokii · 8 months

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get your prints !!

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rykiioudreams · 19 days

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[#BadBoyWeek / Day 2] "A Samurai & his horse" 💚✨

Inspired by the “Blood Moon” lunar eclipse ~

#Levi Ackerman #Attack On Titan #Levi Art #Levi Fanart #Alternative Universe #Samurai #AOT Fanart #SNK Fanart

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izaanagi · 2 years

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any two men you’d die to have a threesome with? 👀

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dihanabi · 4 months

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Attack on titan collection 2024: AU young Zeke as a baseball player

#Aot #snk #zeke yeager #aot zeke #zeke jeager #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot fanart #attack on titan fanart #Alternative universe #aot alternative universe

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fidenciojesusfan92 · 23 days

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Ryu and friends reunited to Capcom Heroes and Millennium.

• 𝗥𝘆𝘂

• 𝗖𝗵𝘂𝗻-𝗹𝗶

• 𝗭𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗲𝗳

• 𝗝𝗶𝗻 𝗦𝗮𝗼𝘁𝗼𝗺𝗲

• 𝗦𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗛𝗶𝗿𝘆𝘂

• 𝗖𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼

• 𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗮𝗻 𝗔𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱

• 𝗠𝗲𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗻

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chrollohearttags · 1 year

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we need more eren and carla headcannons cuz ik they’re besties one minute and carla is throwing a frying pan at him the next. they’re a mess.

yo, I could go on for days about these two 😭 that’s really her twinnem and honestly, the reason he acts the way he does.

first off, I think that sis used to be wild before she had Eren. Like she was a bottle girl or something and when she got married and became a mom, she settled down. But her old ways rubbed off on her bad ass son.

she spoils the hell out of him! Buying matching designer fits as a baby, getting him every toy he ever wanted (including all the instruments). She’s his biggest supporter!

I lowkey think she smokes with Eren (don’t drag me!!) like will try to discipline him in front of Grisha but then they laugh about it later when he’s gone. “You’re going to drive your dad crazy, I swear.” “That’s if you don’t do it first.”

she was actually the first person to get him into rap. Playing Lil Kim and old school artists in the carpool! Or heavy metal/rock music. She’s the fun parent for sure!!

When he got older, sis had to keep her belt and extensions ready. Waiting up in her robe, with her heavy Italian accent as he sneaks back in the house after running the streets! 😭

“I swear I’m going to wring your damn neck, the next time I catch you sneaking in and out of this house!”

stays yelling at him about his room and homework. “If you spent half as much time as you do on that goddamned computer as you did your grades, you might get somewhere.”

he is definitely the type of son to try and chastise her when she goes out. “She thinks she’s grown.” Or if Grisha takes her on a date night, here he comes. “Have my mom back by 10:00, not 10:01, not 10:02..”

even if he’s a bad ass, snot nosed brat..he knows better than to play with miss Carla! Raised his voice one time and got slid between the stove and sink. Never again will he try it!

sis can’t keep enough food cooked for his big greedy ass! He tries to steal whiles she’s in the middle of making dinner and she tries to pop him with her wooden spoon. “Swear to Christ, you’re going eat me out of house and home!”

definitely likes to play pranks on her until she beats his ass and he has take off and run. She missed her baby when he left though..but again, she wanted to see him achieving his dream! Even if she was angry for him for a little bit.

she stays on his insta and his fans always catch her at his concerts! Always tagging her as ‘Mama Don’ or ‘Miss Carla’. She knows his music is wild and she doesn’t understand it but she supports him ten toes down.

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biskyfy · 5 months

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Crazy In Love

Reiner Braun x Fem!Reader

pairing - reiner braun x fem!reader

word count - 2.6k

tags - MDNI, 18+, nsfw, smut, oral sex (m-receiving), unprotected sex, riding, established relationship, birthday sex, modern au, untraumitized!reiner, fluff, terms of endearment, praise, based around a song

summary - it's reiner's birthday and the reader has something special in mind for his gift this year. inspired by Crazy In Love - Remix by Beyoncé

ao3 - wattpad

You understood that today was not about you, it was about him. It was his day to be appreciated and celebrated for how amazing he was and he absolutely deserved to know it too. But you still couldn’t help but be frustrated.

All day you two had been on the go. From brunch with his insufferable mother, to visiting his cousin and her best friend, to dinner and drinks with your friend group, you two hadn’t had a moment alone since your eyes had opened this morning. So by the time you two had gotten back home, you were in desperate need of some attention and you planned to hold it for the rest of the night.

Once you had gotten home you had headed straight towards the bedroom, quickly changing from your outfit for the night into something special you had set aside for today. You pulled on the dark burgundy lacy lingerie you had recently bought for the occasion that left little to the imagination for what the thin fabric did cover. You then went to the bathroom and freshened up your makeup and fixed your hair to exactly the way you wanted it before grabbing your black silk robe and sliding it on and tying it closed.

Meanwhile, you could hear him out in the kitchen, by the sound of it packing his lunch for work tomorrow and turning the house down for the night as he did every night. While you waited, you set the lights low in the bedroom and placed yourself at the end of the bed, sitting with your legs crossed and kicking your foot idly. Finally, after what seemed like ages, you saw the hallway light turn off outside the bedroom before he opened the door to see you waiting. Instantly an excited grin formed on his face when he saw you.

“What’s this baby?” Reiner asked as he shut the bedroom door behind him, not taking his eyes off of you.

“Your birthday present. Come unwrap it.” You responded with a smirk and he wasted absolutely no time closing the gap between you and him. His large hands carefully snaked around your waist, caressing the curve of your hips before slowly untying the knot holding the silk fabric together. After he carefully pushed the two sides apart, you heard him take a sharp inhale through his teeth at the sight. He slowly dragged his hands up your torso before reaching your shoulders and gently pushing the rest of the robe off so that he could see you in your entirety.

His eyes lit up like a kid’s on Christmas morning instantly, roaming unapologetically over the sight of your body in front of him, his mouth slightly agape in awe. Finally, his eyes met yours and he placed his hands under your jaw, holding your head in his large grasp as he gently ran his thumbs over your cheeks.

“You’re absolutely perfect.” Reiner said, his voice wavering slightly with emotion before pulling your face to meet his and smashing his mouth to yours heatedly. You could feel the electricity between the both of you as your hands reached out to grab the collar of his shirt to pull him in even closer, angling your head as his tongue slipped past your lips and into your mouth desperately.

You began to unbutton his shirt quickly, hands grazing lighty over the hot toned skin of his chest as you felt him take a sharp inhale through his nose at your touch. When you reached where his shirt was tucked into his pants, you slipped your hands down the front, feeling the soft blonde trail of hair that led further down as Reiner whined into your mouth as you pulled the shirt from its confines. You didn’t stop there though, quickly going to work on his belt and pants button and zipper as he continued to kiss you hungrily, feeling his quickly growing erection struggling under the clothed confines as he grew needier and needier for you.

But before you moved further, you separated your mouth from his, ignoring his whine of protest as you moved your mouth to begin kissing along his sharp jawline lined with short stubble and then on to his neck. All the while your hands began working with his own to pull the rest of his shirt off, fully exposing his broad muscular chest and shoulders to you. You took a moment to run your hands down his chest and abdomen, taking in the feeling of the defined muscles underneath your palms and sighing in content.

“Enjoying yourself?” Reiner asked in a low voice, his breath grazing along your ear before placing a gentle kiss to the top of it as you nodded.

“Waited all day for this.” You explained between kisses to his neck and shoulders as you felt him laugh quietly.

“I know, I’ve been trying not to rip your clothes off of you all day. Looking so gorgeous all day, that perfect ass was just out of reach.” He responded, hands reaching around your hips to squeeze your ass tightly before giving it a sharp smack, the sound echoing throughout the room as you let out a gasp of pleasure from the feeling. “But now you’re all mine.”

Quickly, you stood from your spot on the bed, hands grabbing the waist of his pants and underwear before beginning to pull them down, going down to your knees in front of him as you did. He quickly stepped out of them as your eyes met the sight of his hard cock erect directly in front of your face. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, holding eye contact with his hazel eyes, wide in anticipation as you reached out and took his large thick shaft in your hand, beginning to pump along his length slowly.

His hands quickly reached out to thread his fingers through your hair as he let out a low groan of pleasure at your touch. Then, carefully, you placed your lips on the tip as Reiner hissed through his teeth at the feeling before you slid your mouth over the rest, slowly taking the rest of his length inch by inch until you felt him hit the back of your throat. You wrapped your hand around the rest of him that didn’t fit down your throat and began to bob your head in rhythm with your hand, pumping his cock slowly and sensually as your eyes didn’t leave his.

Reiner’s breath started to grow heavier as you began to pick up speed, his grip tightening on your hair as he watched himself slide between your pretty lips coated in his favorite shade of lipstick that you owned.

“Fuck baby, you look so good taking me like that. Such a good girl.” Reiner praised you, his voice deep with emotion as his eyes never left yours as you continued to fuck him with your mouth.

As you picked up more and more in speed, soft groans and whines of pleasure slipped through his mouth, panting slightly from the feeling of your touch. Finally, you felt him pull at your hair in an attempt to pull you back.

“No more, I wanna fuck you now. I wanna hear those pretty noises you make for me.” He requested and you obliged, slipping your mouth off of him, a long trail of saliva hanging between the tip of his dick and your bottom lip. He reached down and broke the trail with his thumb, running it along your lip slowly as he watched you carefully as you stood back up.

Then, in one fluid motion, he bent down to grab you by the waist and picked you up in one arm, placing you down on the bed in front of him as he began to crawl over top of you, his eyes hungry with lust at the sight of your body below him.

“This is new.” He commented, fingers toying with the lacy ends of the lingerie before running his hands all along your body, squeezing your flesh sensually.

“Bought it just for today.” You responded with a smile and a grin lit up his face.

“All for me?” Reiner asked as he placed his large hands on your covered breasts, massaging them slowly with a crooked smirk on his face. “Better make sure I enjoy it correctly then.” He then took one hand and reached down, slipping the tiny fabric covering your aching and soaked core aside and began to use your arousal to coat his middle and ring fingers. Then in one fluid motion, he slipped both fingers into you, stretching you out in preparation to take him afterwards.

Reiner began pumping his thick fingers in and out of you while continuing to toy at your breasts, flicking and massaging your nipples underneath the fabric as he started to pick up speed. Soft whines of pleasure slipped between your lips at the feeling as you felt yourself begin to slip further and further into euphoria from the pleasure he was giving you.

After a few minutes he slipped his fingers out again, coating his pointer finger as well before joining it with the other two back inside your tight walls. He then angled his hand to place his thumb directly over top of your sensitive clit and began massaging it through the thin fabric of your lingerie.

You couldn’t stop the loud moan that slipped from your mouth at the feeling as you reached out to grab on to his forearms and dug your nails into the skin, gripping on to him as you felt a tight pressure growing larger and larger in your lower abdomen. Reiner quickly took his other hand from massaging your breasts to place it around your throat, gripping it just enough to slightly cut off your airflow, your pleasure growing exponentially higher at his touch.

Reiner continued fucking you with his fingers while teasing at your sensitive clit, a pleased smirk on his face as he watched you slip further and further into your pleasure.

“C’mon baby, I want you to cum all over my fingers. I know you’re close. I can feel you gripping my fingers. Just give in to me.” Reiner said in a low voice, picking up speed even more as you could hear the obscene slick noises of his fingers fucking in to your soaking cunt.

You felt yourself inching closer and closer to your high, gasping out whines in pleasure and Reiner continued until finally, with a tightening grip on your throat and the right hit of his thumb and fingers, you were hit with a wave of euphoria as you cried out his name as you came.

“That’s it baby, just like that, good girl.” Reiner murmured to you as he felt your cunt throbbing around him as you came, his dick twitching in excitement from the feeling, biting his lower lip as he watched your face as it contorted in pleasure.

Once you came back down from your high, he slipped his fingers out of you and quickly slipped them into his mouth, lapping up every drop of arousal you had left on him, letting out a groan of satisfaction at the taste.

After catching your breath you slowly sat up to meet his gaze, pausing only momentarily before pushing your lips back to his. You kissed each other hungrily, as you slowly began to push his chest backwards, laying him down on his back as you threw one leg over his waist, straddling his hips with your own.

You pulled back to sit up straight, looking down at his face which was bright in awe at the sight of you over top of him. You reached down to angle his cock with your entrance before slowly sliding down onto him. Reiner moaned loudly as you took him in, squeezing his sensitive length tightly as you adjusted to his large size. No matter how many times you had done this, you still couldn’t believe just how big he was every single time.

After taking a moment to adjust, you began to slowly grind yourself up and down his length, hands placed on his chest for leverage as you guided him in and out of you. Reiner lay back watching you, his mouth slightly agape as he moaned and whined at the feeling and the occasional groan of “fuck” under his breath.

You felt Reiner reach out and place his large hands around your waist as you began to speed up, helping guide you up and down as you rode his large cock, his tip kissing your cervix each time your hips met his again. You couldn’t help your eyes rolling back in pleasure as you groaned, losing yourself in the feeling as you fucked him, both of you gasping and moaning in a chorus of pleasure.

Then as you began to lose yourself further, you felt him bend his knees behind you and before you could try and figure out what he was doing, he was using his muscular thighs to fuck you harder, bouncing you up and down on his hips.

“Fuck baby, you’re doing so good. Taking me so well.” Reiner praised you as he fucked you relentlessly from below you as you quickly neared your second orgasm faster than the first, clawing at his chest to keep upright.

“I’m getting close baby, are you close? I want to finish with you.” He asked, watching as you whined in pleasure, tears in your eyes from how hard he was fucking you, the sharp sound of his skin slapping in to yours. You swore you could feel his cock burying itself all the way to the middle of your chest as he continued his assault on your tight cunt.

“Close Rei, so close.” Was all you could manage to whine as you felt yourself about to fall off of the ledge of pleasure once again and you saw him nod below you.

“I can tell baby, I can feel you gripping me ah fuck feel so good. Just a little longer, you can take it.” Reiner groaned, gripping your hips tighter as he began to fuck up into your core even faster.

Finally, you couldn’t take it any more and you were washed over in pleasure again, crying out Reiner’s name as tears ran down your cheeks from the feeling, sensitive and overwhelmed from his hips slamming his cock into you. But he only continued as you heard him moan your name followed by swearing before his thrusting began to falter until you felt his cock twitching inside of you, thick hot cum spilling from his tip into your abused cunt, filling you up even more than you already were.

Once your tight walls had finished milking his cock for all that it had, he dropped his legs down as you flopped forward on to his sweaty bare chest, both gasping for breath as you came back to reality. You kept his dick buried inside of you along with his hot sticky cum, both of you enjoying the feeling of how full you were.

You looked up at him from on his chest and he looked down at you and smiled, brushing the strands of hair stuck to your sweaty forehead back lovingly.

“You are by far my favorite gift. Not just today, but every day. My perfect girl.” Reiner said with a content smile, running his hand through your hair affectionately.

“Happy Birthday, Reiner.” You returned with a smile to match before placing a gentle kiss to the corner of his jaw.

#reiner x reader #reiner x you #reiner braun #reiner smut #aot reiner #aot x female reader #aot x you #aot x reader #minors dni #minors do not interact #18+ only #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot #snk #alternate universe #oneshot

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shingekinomyfeelings · 14 days

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Bertoldt being in love with Annie is one of the very few canonical romantic interests in the series, and it's been explored slightly more in some supplemental materials, *and* Reiner told Bert that he was pretty obvious about it - but does anyone feel like Annie had the slightest idea? It's another of the things about how Bert's character development (or lack thereof) was done that leaves me overall frustrated by him as a character.

We never even saw them have a conversation in the main series outside of Bert blurting out that Annie could totally seduce a man, did we?

Isayama has noted that he's not comfortable writing or drawing romance, which is fair, especially given that the series isn't about that kind of thing, but it was one of the rare moments he got to show some personality beyond 'the shy quiet guy,' and it was actually endearing.

What's more, Bert's feelings for Annie were apparently so strong that even when Eren was using his Colossal Titan form like a marionette, some remaining piece of Bert's consciousness was able to wake up and protect her for a short time. Sweet and all but why not do more with him and his feelings while he was alive? Even that awkward exchange with Annie was just a flashback shown long after his death.

I really feel like Isayama never quite knew what to DO with Bertholdt despite him arguably being the series mascot.

#reason 800 we need more supplemental canon-universe material and side stories #I am frustrated by Bertoldt but I want to like him #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot #snk #bertholdt hoover #annie leonhart

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melishade · 30 days

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Attack on Prime Incorrect Quotes: The Saga Continues

Main Story

Part Whenever

Hanji: I'm tired.

Optimus: You slept for three hours last night! Why are you surprised?!

Hanji: I'm not surprised. I just wanted to complain about it.

Levi: I want you to know that I’m judging you

Megatron: Don’t you always judge me??

Levi: Yes, but you’ve been extra quirky today so I have to let you know that it hasn’t gone unnoticed.

Hanji: Would you rather kill Eren, or—

Megatron: Yes, kill him.

Armin: They didn’t say the other option.

Megatron: I don’t need to hear it.

Eren: …I’m feeling a little unsafe.

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Zeke: I can't believe you assassinated the Commander of Marley!

Megatron: Well, 'assassinated' implies it was politically motivated. I killed him because he was a dick, so technically I murdered him.

Zeke: That's not better!

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Survey Corps: Can we ask you for a favor?

Optimus: I would literally die for you but continue.

Levi: We have got to talk about you starting sentences that way.

Beloved Timeline

Optimus: What am I supposed to do all day while you're off in Marley?

Elita:...I don't know? What do you normally do when I'm gone?

Optimus *Sniffing and tears up*: Wait for you to get back.

War Timeline

Hanji: We have fun, don’t we, Doc?

Ratchet: I have never been more stressed out in my entire life.

Jack: Wow, Miko, looks like you've been dethroned.

Armin: I...I think we have to kill Eren.

Megatron:

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Pieck: So...how did you two meet?

Optimus glancing over at Megatron: ...You know, we actually legally can't answer that.

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Beloved Timeline

Elita: Go on! Shout, scream, say something! Stunned as Optimus puts his servo on her cheek.

Optimus to Elita: You're as beautiful as the day I lost you.

Survey Corps:

Megatron: I don’t think you apologizing to me is a good idea.

Armin: Uh…why?

Megatron: Because when you do that, I inevitably feel bad and forgive you, and I really want to be mad.

Armin: But why would you want to be mad? I hate being angry, it ruins everything.

Megatron: Exactly. Ruining everything is kind of my thing, I can’t lose it.

Peaceful Timeline

Maria: Oshern, can you do me a favor?

Oshern: Of course, mo leanbh (my young child). Always.

Maria: Cool. Can you stop denying your feelings and tell Mama (Ymir) you love her — like love love her in that kind of way so the two of you can stop pining?

Oshern, spit-takes

Optimus: Maria, what?

Maria: Focus, Papa. This is important.

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Megatron: I need help.

Levi: Two words.

Megatron I bet they won't be helpful.

Levi: Your. Problem.

Megatron: I was right.

===

(Based on a prompt of Hanji experimenting with dark energon and seeing Unicron)

Unicron: Hey, I bought your soul last month and-

Hanji: No returns.

Unicron: Please, it’s making me sad.

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A million years later after the Dark Timeline Epilogue

Optimus: You're worth every tear I've cried since you died. You've always been.

Megatron: Optimus...

Optimus: *almost crying* So don't tell me you're not worth my tears, because you are. You're worth the tears of relief, and, and happiness. I missed you everyday.

Megatron: *hugs Optimus*

Optimus: *crying* I missed you, I'm happy, these are, these are tears, they're—

Megatron: *holds Optimus tighter* Happy tears. I know brother. I know now.

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Arcee: Where's Buckethead?

Hanji: Don't worry, I'll find him.

Hanji, shouting: Optimus sucks!

Megatron, distantly: How fragging dare you!

Hanji: Told you he still cared about him.

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Optimus dealing with another death/respawn situation: What's up guys, I'm back.

Hanji, crying: What the- you can't be here. You're dead. I literally saw you die.

Optimus: Death is a social construct.

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Eren: I'm not traumadumping.

Eren: I'm telling you my villain origin story.

Arcee: That's fragging worse!

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Levi: Someone will die -

Hanji: Of fun!

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Random Marleyan: Wait, you're gay? Are you fucking serious?

Optimus: I'm bisexual, actually. And yes.

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Peaceful Timeline

Ymir: ...You came...

Optimus: You called.

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Megatron: The dwarf is telling me I'm going to die.

Armin:...Are...are you sick?

Megatron smirking: No, he just doesn't like me.

Levi: IMMA FUCK YOU UP ON TUESDAY!

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Hanji: You are, of course, wondering why it is I have brought you here tonight.

Optimus: Actually Hanji, after all these weeks, I just sort of go with it.

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Eren: Arcee, I just realized something. I had a bad childhood.

Arcee: Yeah, I know.

Eren: What do you mean you know?

Arcee: Look at you.

Eren: What do you mean look at me?

Arcee: Look at how you stand! People with good childhoods don't stand like that.

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Arcee: *speaking Cybertronian*

Eren: I know, I know.

Wheeljack baffled: You speak Cybertronian?

Eren: No. I just know the phrase, 'this is all your fault' in every language.

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*at Megatron and Eren's funeral in the Dark Timeline*

Armin: Optimus...it... it was a beautiful service.

Optimus: *staring up at thunderclouds* I'm glad it didn't rain. They hated the rain. *reaches up to wipe away tears* Why do I feel this way Armin?

Armin: Because you loved them, Optimus.

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Hanji to Optimus: You are my best friend! If I'm dying, you're dying with me! Ain’t no choice!

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Peaceful Timeline

Megatron to Maria: I was never afraid until you showed up.

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Eren: When have I ever done something rash or irresponsible?

Optimus channeling his inner archivist: I keep a list. It’s alphabetized.

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