𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐣𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐞 !

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i think i’ve finally settled on a decent looking blog.. woaaaa its so light out :(

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it is 4am 🥹

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levi ackermann relationship headcannons with black-coded reader !

cw ! fluff, jealousy, cannon character deaths, domesticity, mentions of curly hair, mentions of love language

⁀➴ values trust a lottttt.

⁀➴ he needs to know that you’re not going to hurt him if he lets you in, but more importantly, he needs to know that he isn’t going to lose you like he’s lost everyone else he’s loved.

⁀➴ i think (?) it’s popular opinion that levi would like someone in the survey corps, someone determined, someone who can lift themselves up. but i don’t think that’s the case for someone he would cherish deeply.

⁀➴ isabel and floch, erwin, his old squad. he’s lost a lot of loved ones over the years, and all to titans. he wouldn’t want you around that. he would want you to stay a civilian, or at the very least, work in a safer regiment.

⁀➴ he doesn’t want you waiting on death’s door with him on the outside looking in.

⁀➴ on a different and lighter note, i think levi’s love language would be quality time and gift giving.

⁀➴ definitely not physical touch, but levi wouldn’t completely dislike it. it would just take some time getting used to certain things, like hugging or… kissing…

⁀➴ for quality time, i can totally see him drinking tea with you as a pastime, probably reading a book as well as you silently enjoy each other’s company.

⁀➴ he’d bring back trinkets and gifts after visiting mitras for meetings. he’ll always try to play it off like its normal, but the first time he got something for you and you looked at him with such genuine affection, he called you a brat unsolicitedly.

⁀➴ he called you a brat, but what you didn’t see was the faint blush settled on his cheeks and the slight quiver of his lips after he’d turned away.

⁀➴ but gift giving is definitely for, like, later down the line! maybe he starts out by handing you a pretty bundle of flowers he found outside with a ‘tch’ and his heel already turning toward the door.

⁀➴ going back to the physical touch thing, i think once levi got comfortable enough with initiating contact, the first place he would touch you is your hair.

⁀➴ he’d always been sneaking glances at your voluminous curls when you weren’t looking; secretly enthralled by how they twist and turn in clumped strands and look so soft.

⁀➴ later, he’d probably learn to do your hair, too. because he finds that he likes making you feel even prettier and admiring you in that way. he’d learn through your accounts and going down to archives/libraries when he has free time to study on your type of hair.

⁀➴ enough about hair.

⁀➴ PDA. as you can guess, levi is not very big on PDA. he wont really touch you at all in public, actually. but there are a few exceptions.

⁀➴ these “exceptions” are when, one, he can tell that you’re nervous about something or feeling anxious, and he’ll take your hand or pinky and hold it to offer some kind of solace.

⁀➴ or, two, when someone is clearly trying to flirt with you (with him right there?? i mean c’mon! do they not see him because he’s short…?), to which he’ll make a move to show that you’re already taken. his hand behind the small of your back, a hand-hold, linking your arm with his, etc. anything obvious.

⁀➴ levi overall is a very independent, anti-physical (and social) person. but he finds that he can bring his walls down (pun) easily when he’s alone with you.

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peace offering

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Specific things JJK men do as your partner!

cw ! established relationship, domesticity, slightly suggestive in some parts, mentions or menstruation and blood manipulation, slight jealousy

ingredients list ! fluff

geto suguru

sometimes, when you have your back turned or you're distracted, suguru, the evil hell spawn, takes it upon himself to sneak up on you and suddenly hook his strong arms under your knees. he'll secure you in a bridal carry with a smirk and walk all the way to your bedroom where he swings you once, twice, thrice, and finally sends you FLYING onto the bed—arms flailing. this usually ends with you chasing him around the house with the fury of a tiger while he's laughing like it's funny!

suguru'd probably be the type to kiss, then bite your cheek in the morning right after waking up. really light, but just enough to annoy you a little and make you pout in that soft and sleepy way you do every time he does this. then he'd always follow with a quiet, groggy mutter. something along the lines of, "s'okay, m'sorry, didn't mean it. go back to sleep."

as you can tell, suguru's really mischievous in a relationship with you…

he noticed the way you clung to him when he wore this new cologne once, and ever since, he started wearing it on the regular so he could keep you in his arms. it has notes of cedarwood, cardamom, and a slight vanilla musk.

buys you almost whatever you want. only because he can't resist how freaking cute you are when you ask him with that pleading voice. he kind of hates it, actually.

gojo satoru

i'm envisioning that when you two go out and get food or drinks, he'll always. ALWAYS. find a way to mix your guys' things together. even if it's the most vile, disgusting combination on earth, he asserts, in full confidence, that he has to know what your food/drink would taste like if they "had a baby." ???

tries so hard to recruit you to the digimon fandom. you could be watching something on the tv and he'll walk by, tut in disappointment, grab the remote, and switch to the anime. all the while, you can't grab the remote because he's holding it up from you with his comically tall stature (just long and wrong). eventually, though, the show actually starts growing on you (gojo pumps his fist in a corner somewhere).

cuddling on the couch together, watching a show or something (probably digimon), his head on your lap. you'd be running your hands through his hair absentmindedly. he LOVES it when you do that. what he doesn't like, however, is when you stop. you can literally stop to stretch, and you'll lock eyes with him giving you the nastiest side-eye/stink eye. or sometimes, he'll have a more intense reaction. he'll basically headbutt you backwards until you until you pick up where you left off.

he also wraps an arm around you when a guy is getting a little too chummy with you. maybe kiss your hair while staring him down until he goes away. you chide him about it later, scolding him like he's a child, but he can't help himself! you don't see the things he sees, the way that guy was looking at you was straight up malicious!

kento nanami

when he's bored at work with everything done and waiting to clock out, nanami will sometimes look up video tutorials on how to make origami with extra printer paper. very frequently he'll bring you something cute to cherish and keep. and he'll always hand his newest design over to you with the sweetest tired smile after coming home from a long day.

i can definitely see nanami lying in bed looking up images of 'homes in malaysia by water'. he just lays there and imagines starting a family with you in the place shown in the image, getting a pet, living life. he'll totally be lost in his thoughts about your beautiful smile as you laugh by the sea until you snap him out of his daydream with the dip of your knee on the bed, awaiting to be cuddled with that same beam.

nanami came up with this tradition where, before date nights, you guys pick out each other's outfits and wear them out. for your latest night out, which was at a pretty high-end restaurant, he picked this stunning satin red sheath dress with a delicate gold necklace to pair with it. he also picked out the red christian louboutin pumps he bought for you a few weeks ago and gold earrings to match the necklace. for him, you picked out a classic tux and black-tie combo, with polished brunello cucinelli derbies.

toji fushiguro

occasionally, you guys will get in a squabble, and later he'll buy you mcdonalds or wendys or whatever fast-food he can afford to cheer you up since he feels bad. you'll stare him down when he hands you the paper bag dripping grease, mainly because you just want to be petty. then he'll have the gall to act like he's already in your good graces with that smug smile of his. you'll take the food begrudgingly, and he'll mutter an irritating "good girl" sarcastically while watching eat you like you're some kitten.

just. a bum. when you're staying at his place, he genuinely asks if you both can shower together. you ask him why, and he answers, to "stretch the water bill, sweetheart." you initially thought it was just an excuse to get in your pants, but then you remembered how broke he actually was. so, you relented. it wasn't as bad as you thought, and over time he started becoming more doting. like massaging shampoo in your hair, washing your back… it felt kind of nice. but he once made the mistake of telling you how he "never knew your boobs were asymmetrical until now" and you ended up flicking shampoo-water into his eyes for that.

definitely walks around without a shirt on the first time you stay over and expects you to be normal about it. his rippled abs, the way he struts around so confidently… you hated him for it.

choso kamo

choso thoroughly enjoys to cook/bake things he sees online for you. you know those weird comments under tik toks showing off really good looking food? the pasta is creamy, and suddenly everyone is feral and horny about it looking tasty. yeah, the first time he made something for you, he secretly hoped you'd react that way (he didn't understand satirics and was shook reading those comment sections, be nice). will definitely still have the cutest look of anticipation as you take your first bite of the food he makes you. thankfully, you do in fact show your appreciation later every time!

manipulates your blood if you ask him to when you're on your period. hear me out! he does this so you don't experience as many cramps ('cause the uterus lining sheds blood and dead tissue…). it's a weird feeling for sure, but its so helpful when the pain gets too much. he'll rub your tummy during and after (with plenty of cuddles of course!)

is just the cutest because he'll unknowingly copy a lot of your mannerisms. like your lingo when you're joking around, or your body language. he'll flex his fingers when he wants to hold your hand in public (something you do often when you want your hand held), or draw out your name/a pet name playfully.

lets you paint his nails as practice for you if you ask. you wanted to get better at nail designs, and he was your perfect guinea pig. proudly shows off all your work like it's the best thing anyone could lay eyes on.

hiromi higuruma

genuinely teaches you legal/law enforcement procedures, codes, laws, etc, through flashcards. yes, flashcards. he swears that one day you might actually need to use this information if you're ever in a situation where you're in trouble with, god forbid, the police (you're his little princess. how could that happen!?). of course, he stresses that if that ever happens, to call him first thing.

hiromi and his seatbelt. here we go. the first time it happened, you were in the passenger seat with him about to drive. he buckled up his seatbelt and glanced over to see you on your phone, ready to go, seatbelt not clicked in. "…hey, seatbelt," he'd say. you didn't hear him, scrolling away at your phone mindlessly (that stupid device). "seriously, seatbelt" he'd repeat s bit more sternly. when you failed to hear him again, he shook his head and leaned over, buckling it for you. that got your attention quick. ever since then, he's always buckled his seatbelt and yours before driving.

a little in relation to the hc above, hiromi despises your phone. dare he say it sometimes feels like he's fighting for your attention with that brick. it's obviously not serious, but sometimes you're on it for too long and he starts to feel underappreciated! (okay, deprived. he admits it) but he doesn't exactly know how to express he wants you off your phone and in his arms in his own gruff way. so, he'll instead slooowly scooch over to you and pluck your phone from your hands. when you whip your head around in confusion, he's just looking straight ahead with the most deadpan expression possible. before you can protest, you feel an arm wrap around your shoulder and hear him slowly exhale through his nose, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. it's at this point you get the hint: he wants your attention.

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Pranking Levi Ackermann drabble!

ingredients list: fluff!

tw: none!

there have been several times you've tried pulling pranks on the levi ackermann (your now very exhausted partner). these pranks never went too far by any means, just playful and harmless, though levi thought very differently. he was really on his last straw with you right now.

your first attempt at pranking him—by far the most unceremonious attempt—went something like this:

"levi~!" he explicitly remembers you drawing out his name in that sing-songy tone. "do you want to try my new fruitcake recipe? it's got tons of delicious, juicy—woah!"

you purposefully fell forward right behind levi's back, a mischievous smirk donned on your face before he could turn around. though he was talking to hange with his back turned, he swiftly sidestepped you right before impact, causing you to actually fall right into hange. the most you got out of him at the time was a look of disgust at the mess on the floor and hange, who was delightfully licking cream off her uniform with her fingers. levi ended up forcing poor eren to clean up the mess from the ground.

after that failure, levi, forever remembering the trauma of almost being a victim to the fruitcake incident, became a bit more precarious around you. and he was right to be, because you only seemed to get more and more annoying with these elaborate stunts you pulled.

fast-forward to now. levi approaches your guys' shared bedroom, turns the handle, and opens the door. but his instincts immediately make his eyes narrow and body stiffen with suspicion. yep. he knows exactly what this is. after all, he's not an idiot. you're at it again.

levi's eyes scan the room with that quick efficiency only humanity's strongest soldier would have, looking for some ridiculous contraption, trick, or whatever-the-hell you've set up for him this time. but he doesn't see anything. actually, he feels it before he sees it.

'sploosh!'

water cascades down from above and onto him. a deafening silence falls over the room as levi stands frozen. frozen in a literal and metaphorical sense; he just had freezing cold water dumped on him! his now-wet hair drips onto the puddled floor beneath him, and that gross, drenched feeling of having his clothes soaked through and thorough set in. his eye twitches.

slowly, carefully, he looks up.

and there you are, perched up against the wall and the ceiling above the door, all but beaming with pride. you had actually used your ODM gear to latch yourself onto the upper wall, then poured the bucket directly onto his head after he had walked through. in other words, you got him. you got him good.

levi looks back down at his ruined clothes. that silence keeps its chokehold on the room until levi mumbles something you can't quite hear.

"huh? what was that? i can't hear you over all that water, levi," you smugly quipped. "better speak up."

you knew you were probably pushing your luck now, but you think you deserve this after all the time's he's been so mean to you!

"shut up. now you're down to twelve seconds."

your smile falls. uh oh. better start running.

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i just finished the episode whete erwin dies im ceying 😭😭😭

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Erwin Smith x Reader

period/relationship comfort

wc; 1k

ingredient's list: light angst, fluff!

tw: mention of period, some self-deprecation!

not proofread!

wrapped up in a little blanket burrito in his arms, you felt safe from the overstimulating world outside his room, outside his bed.

the large expanse of erwin's warm hand against that stubborn ache in that spot below your tummy felt soothing. that stupid, stubborn ache that seemed to only dull when he was there to take care of you. it made you feel a little guilty, even if he kept reassuring you that he didn’t find you annoying every month. and you knew you shouldn’t feel that way about something you couldn't control.

nonetheless, you felt shameful.

bleeding the way you did—uncontrollable and gross. the pain. the accompanied, and enervative, nausea. the way you couldn’t do things other people could. the look of judgement you would receive after opening up from the people who just didn’t get it. it got to you. and you were scared he would come to realize these things.

“maybe i am being dramatic" is the thought that seemed to plague your mind whenever that cruel time rolled around. after all, nobody really reacted the way you did. so visceral and so angry, even if you didn't show it outright. it was an indescribable pain that actually made you see the light sometimes.

you couldn’t really say much even if you wanted to right now. you just rested your migraine-addled head against his broad chest. his heartbeat was steady and mildly soothing against your ear. you felt erwin's thumb stroke small circles into your tummy, as if sensing something with you. it tickled a little, your lips pursed in a tight smile you attempted to hide in fear of seeming childish.

you looked up at him. he was reviewing some documents with practiced focus. documents about something-something inventory and something-something expenditures—you couldn't really remember his exact words when you asked him. of course, he was still paying attention to you, "his little attention brat" as he referred you.

your eyes trail off to his desk and a basket that stood on it. just yesterday, he filled that basket with sweets and delicacy paraphernalia from the local market for you to eat. and eat you did--you ate practically everything in a heartbeat once he got back, and now it was all empty.

honestly, erwin's thoughtful doting sometimes makes you feel like you’re adding onto the never-ending debt you owe him, even if that is an unhealthy (and untrue) mentality. love isn’t conditional, you know that, and God knows that his love is the furthest from that.

but you were scared he might get tired of you. the way doctors visibly did when you told them the reason for your cold sweat and nausea and cries and violent writhing was all because of your period.

sometimes, when you were in pain like this (whether you were on your period like right now, felt sad, or simply hurt yourself doing something) you felt a kind of weakness in remembering that erwin was the literal commander of the survey corps. he's seen the worst of pain, no less experienced it himself time and time again. yet he rushes to your aid the second you look like you're hurting, treating your pain almost as earnestly as he treats dismantling a titan by the nape.

you randomly feel his index finger lightly flick against your cheek, breaking you from your thoughts. you immediately meet his gaze with furrowed brows, noting that subtle look in his eyes that held a tinge of worry underneath that orphic stoicism of his.

“i said, ‘how are you feeling?’” he repeated with a precariously small, boysish smile. his documents were now resting against his side, forgotten about for a few moments. that look in his eyes, gosh, you always found it a strangely funny how a man like him could look at you with love so deep. a true to heart solivagant. a commander of one of the highest orders but all soft and gooey once he was alone with you.

“better,” you answered, which was no lie. you pinched his cheek playfully. "you always make the pain go away somehow."

his smile stretched a little more at that, his gaze soft and steady. "always the imp, hm? i'm glad you're feeling better. maybe it was that tea. i'll remember to save the recipe from that herbal later."

he let out a sigh of contentment and seemed to relax a bit more after that. he moved his hand to your hair and began absentmindedly twirling your strands around his finger as he picked up the documents with his other.

he really did seem to magically make you feel like yourself again, tea or not. you wonder if he's secretly your fairy godmother in disguise or something. but there's a question still nagging at you. you bite the inside of your cheek, debating whether to ask or not.

"erwin?"

"hm?"

your eyes flit down, almost ashamed to maintain eye contact at the mention of this again. you sigh softly. "am i too dramatic for you…?"

erwin paused the careful ministration in your hair, his hand stilling. "you ask this everytime."

you mentally wince. "i know. but i just want to, you know, make sure that you don't feel like, tired or—or something." you meet his eyes. "i mean, every month im basically crying and whining about how much…"

you trail off as you truly process the face erwin is making right now. he looks like he's just waiting for you to say what you want to say, albeit trying his hardest to look like he's taking in what you're saying wholeheartedly. his gaze is set on your face, taking you in. "…what?"

he shifts his position so that he's holding you a little closer now. he brings both his hands to either side of your face, his expression soft but serious. he lets out a sharp exhale before speaking. "respectfully, love, i stopped listening at the word 'tired'. and…" he leans down and graces your forehead with the lightest, sweetest kiss. "you know damn well that i cant find it in me to ever feel tired of you. your pain is real. and it breaks my heart to see you cry each and every time because of it." he reverently strokes your cheekbone with the pad of his thumb as he says that, holding your gaze.

you pause. you know he's always felt that way, but the surety in his tone is beginning to offset the doubt that you had about him getting bored or tired in the future. those ridiculous notions quickly ebbed away, and you couldn't help the smile that began to settle on your lips. you feel way more at peace now. as if realizing this, erwin leans down and fervently peppers your face with kisses. you're barely able to chide him with a muffled "hey!" accompanied by laughter before he stops, pressing his forehead against yours and staring deep into your eyes.

"you are my everything. i love you more than than there are stars in the sky, trees rooted in the earth. my angel." as soon as those achingly cloying words left his lips, he was on you all over again.

safe to say, you weren't ever going to feel like your pain was invalid again.

a/n: was feeling a little bad during that time of the month and had a personal thing.. couldn't find any specific erwin comfort fics for the LIFE of me sooo here we r lol. this is my very first fanfiction + piece of writing, so sorry if anything's a little wonky. thank you for reading this far :D