#domestic eruris
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Kitties and Compromises
4.3k words. nonbinary hange x fem reader, but readers gender is only mentioned twice.
Summary: Hange really wants a cat, and you don’t. On your way to work one day, you hear a distant meowing in a sewer drain.
No warnings btw! This is sfw and just fluffy <3
a/n!: hi! i don’t usually write fanfics. this is actually my first time seriously sitting down and trying to write a fic, but i was inspired by an experience that happened to me fairly recently!! i’m not sure if i’ll write any more fanfiction, but if y’all like my writing you can send in a request, but i can’t promise it’ll be done quickly 😓 i’ll probably only write wlw, nblw, or nblnb! as for characters, i’d be interested in writing for hange, yelena (from aot), moira o’deorain, junker queen, chloe price, or hazel callahan! also ik not that many people will probably see this, but if you like hange fanfics puh LEASE check out @abbyslev on tumblr and @sweetgirl_r on ao3! bc i love their works and they’ve both indirectly inspired me so much! pls read their work its amazing <3 cross posted on tumblr and ao3, pls don’t steal my writing btw :3
What were the odds of something like this happening to you? Hange simply must’ve been manifesting this into the universe. The day started just like any other, waking up in the morning next to your spouse, Hange. You always wake up before them, reluctant to leave the warm comfort of Hange’s embrace. Even when they’re asleep they find ways to be clingy, whether that be trapping your body against their own as they cage you with their arms or simply latching onto your back and nuzzling your hair, it always makes mornings that much harder. You always admire their sleeping face before leaving your shared bed; Their peaceful expression and lack of their usual eyepatch reminds you how much they trust you. You groggily slip out of their arms, eliciting their normal whimpers and sleepy pleas for you to rejoin them. You kiss their cheek, not even bothering to respond to their words. You know they won’t remember their words or your own regardless. You get yourself dressed in your boring, formal work attire required for your office job. After fixing your hair in the mirror, you head to the bathroom first. You grab your toothbrush from the holder, smiling as you do so. The sight of Hange’s toothbrush next to your own always makes your heart flutter. Despite having lived with them for quite some time, you always fall victim to the butterflies in your stomach when you see your items mixed with their own. Simple things, like their “Best teacher” mug gifted to them by one of their students next to your plastic and faded Hello Kitty cup you’ve had since childhood, or your coat hanging on the same rack as theirs.
Your next stop is the kitchen. You always make lunch for yourself as well as Hange the night before, otherwise they’ll skip lunch entirely or on rare occasion buy fast food. It never bothers you, though. You love being able to do nice things for them. You know they appreciate it, because they send sweet ‘thank you’ messages along with a photo of them eating it every day without fail. Seeing their smile while eating the food you prepared specifically for them makes your effort completely worth it. You grab your food, placing it into your bag.
The third and final place you head towards is the living room. You grab your laptop- previously discarded- from the coffee table and place it in your bag as well. You groan softly with annoyance as you remember how Hange had distracted you last night from finishing a particularly long assignment from your boss. You had been working diligently for a few hours before Hange arrived home, demanding attention from you. You can’t even blame yourself, because how could you say no to your loving spouse’s puppy eyes? Not to mention the fact they had also enticed you by offering to watch a new movie with you until it was time to make dinner. That’s another action that never fails to make your heart beat faster in your chest. They make dinner while you prepare tomorrow’s lunch, always on the counter closest to them. You sigh as you think about the fact you’ll have a little bit of extra work to do while you leave the house and enter your car to drive to work.
Hange loves you. Everything about you, and anything that comes with you. They love your day-to-day routine, never growing bored even when doing monotonous tasks and chores. Things they had hated previously have magically become more interesting, like grocery shopping or doing laundry. But even so, something felt… missing. They were 100% sure this feeling has nothing to do with the love they have for you, or the love you have for them. They undeniably and unconditionally love you, otherwise they wouldn’t have proposed to you. They knew early on into your relationship that they wanted to spend the rest of their life with you by their side. Because of this, they want to have a family with you. Neither of you had been particularly fond of the idea of having children- at least, not yet. Having a child is a lot of work, as well as an incredibly big time and financial commitment. They want a cat. They knew that they wanted a pet cat before they had even moved out of their parents’ house… However, they also knew that you were against the idea. They’ve been begging for the past few months about how badly they want to adopt one, only to be shut down by you, saying how expensive it would be to buy one, as well as the essentials for it: a collar, carrier, grooming supplies, litter box, litter, a scooper, toys, food bowls, food in general, as well as occasional vet visits. Between both of your jobs, you and Hange live comfortably. If the two of you agreed to cut back on recreational spending, they were sure buying a pet was within reason, but they knew you didn’t want to. You enjoyed being able to go on nice dates with them on occasion, to the movies, aquarium, dinner, art museums, and sometimes you even do escape rooms together. They also savor the dates you go on together, but that doesn’t stop them from asking you at least twice a week if you’ve warmed up to the idea of owning a cat. Spoiler alert, you haven’t. So imagine their surprise when they receive a video call from you in the middle of class, revealing you holding a dirty, gray kitten with one hand.
Really, what were the odds of this happening? After getting out of your car when you arrived at the office building, you hear loud, high-pitched cries coming out of a nearby sewer. Your kind heart wouldn’t and couldn’t ignore it. You follow the sound, crouching in front of the drain, that’s when you see it. The tiniest kitten you’ve ever laid eyes on, seemingly trapped at the bottom of a sewer drain. You jog as fast as your heels can take you, alerting your boss about the situation, telling him you’ll clock in as soon as you can help the poor thing. He graciously allows you to do so, a perk of being a dedicated manager. You jog back towards the drain, kneeling down to look at the kitten again. You were sure if you called the cops that they would take hours to show up, if at all. Instead, you search for the phone number of your local fire department.
Saving this goddamn cat was a long process. Who knew removing the cover of a drain would take so long? It had taken over two hours to remove the cover, and then another forty five minutes to lure the kitten close enough for the firefighter to grab. The kitten was left in your care after it was safely removed from the drain. Luckily, it was dry except for its paws. You were considering what you should do at this moment. The kitten doesn’t seem to have a collar, and you can see a few fleas crawling around on its back. You realize that you simply can’t place it on the ground to roam free once more, what if it’s hungry? What if it gets hurt or stuck again? You’re not sure you would be able to sleep at night knowing you abandoned the cat. You figure you should first and foremost take it to the vet to see if it possibly has an owner who microchipped it. Before doing so, you decide to do what any rational person would do, call Hange. You feel bad for bothering Hange when you know that they’re working, but you wanted to tell them what you’ve dealt with for the past three hours.
When Hange feels the vibration of their phone in their pocket, illuminating from your call, they know that they should answer. They hold their phone in their hand before glancing around their classroom, the eyes of their students peering at them curiously. They chuckle nervously. “...Ah, pardon me for a minute! My wife is calling me. Feel free to chatter while I’m away, just be sure to keep it down, okay?” They give the class an awkward thumbs up and a matching smile. They aren’t sure if you’ve ever called them while they were working, and they feel a pang of worry as they step out of their classroom and into the hallway to answer the call.
The look on their face was priceless. Their eye widens a little with confusion, their lips parting as if they wanted to say something, but they clearly have trouble finding the words. You speak before they do, explaining briefly how you heard the kitten crying, the amount of time it took to save the small creature, and how you plan to take it to a vet to see if it has an owner. After you’re finished speaking, Hange is quick to ask you “Can we keep it if it doesn’t have a chip? C’mon, pretty please? This opportunity is perfect! We won’t have to pay hundreds of dollars to adopt one, we just gotta cover the essentials!” They beg you, barely even stopping for breath as they plead quickly. “I don’t know, Han… Let me take it to the vet first. I’ll let you know what happens from there.”
Hange has been on the edge of their seat all day. You’ve been sending them updates, albeit slowly, considering the kitten is being tested for multiple things, like parasites, ear and eye infections, and other long term health conditions like feline leukemia. What they know so far is that the kitten is- according to the vet- probably a girl, not microchipped, and the poor thing is infested with fleas. You had mentioned to Hange that the vet said it’s a little bit early to tell if she’s really a girl, but that she currently looks like one. Hange has never been so attached to their phone at work before. They can’t help but glance at it between sentences, hoping to see their screen lit up by a message from you.
Today has been tiring, despite not even truly having gone into work. You’re stressed, nervous, and worst of all, bored. Your boredom doesn’t help your running thoughts. Instagram can only distract your brain so much when all you can think about is this kitten you’ve unwillingly bonded with. The longer you sit in the waiting room, the more you realize how worried you really are about being able to keep the kitten, despite your initial reservations about keeping a stray animal. She was just that cute. Throughout the whole car ride to the vet, she sat in your lap obediently, even curling up into a ball and purring. Not once did she cry or try to escape your lap. She had only started crying once you left her alone with the vet, and that broke your heart more than you’re willing to admit. You already feel like you have a bond with her, and it would be devastating if she happened to be sick or injured. What you’re waiting for right now is for her to use the bathroom. Number two is preferable, but they would work with number one if that’s all she could do. You silently thank yourself for stopping by a grocery store to get her some canned cat food, which she had eaten in the car on the way here. After waiting in the vet for a whopping 4 more hours, they had concluded all of the proper tests. The vet calls you back into the exam room, ready to talk about the results. Apparently, she ended up doing number 2 when she was left alone in a kennel. “Hello Mrs. Zoe!” He says with a friendly smile. “So, I’ll start with the bad news. Our little friend here has plenty of fleas, which I’m sure you saw already, and after running tests on her stool, I found that she does indeed have a parasite.” After hearing his words, you feel your nervousness festering more than ever. You nod at his words, urging him to continue. “But, there’s plenty of good news. The parasite is nothing life-threatening. She just needs to be medicated every day for a week. Other than that, she is entirely healthy. Do you plan on keeping her?” You think about your answer for a moment, but inside, you knew your mind was already made up. You had plenty of time to think about it in the waiting room, and you can’t deny the fact you’re already smitten with the small animal. You nod at him, a small smile appearing on your face as well. “Well, that’s great! You’ll have to come back tomorrow or the day after to pick up her medicine. We’ll give you a call when it’s ready to be picked up.” He flashes you another award-winning smile before leaving the room to retrieve the kitten. “Congratulations, she’s very well behaved.” He comments as he hands her back to you carefully. “Thank you, doctor. My spouse is going to be absolutely over the moon.” You giggle softly as you hold her once more and leave the office. You hold the kitten in one hand, and reach into your pocket to check the time on your phone. By now, it was almost time for Hange to get off of work. You sit in the car, the kitten once more making herself comfortable on your lap. You try not to think about her fleas as you take a moment to video call Hange once more.
Hange had just finished their last class of the day when you called. They were sitting at their desk, grading some old assignments before they officially left school. This was typical for them, because they absolutely hated dealing with the traffic caused by all of the other teachers, as well as students and school buses leaving the area at once. They see your call and immediately answer with a huge, dopey smile on their face. “Hi, love!” They exclaim, evidently excited for whatever updates you’re going to give them. When the video loads, they aren’t met with your dazzling beauty, but another small, adorable face. You can’t help but giggle as you look down at your phone, the angle making the kitten look funny. She paws the screen in front of her. “D'aww!! She’s so cuteee!” Hange squeals with excitement at the view. You giggle lightheartedly at Hange’s childish excitement. Their enthusiasm for the world around them was something that drew you in immediately about them, and it is still a trait that you adore. “Isn’t she? She’s so sweet and well behaved.” You move the phone away from the kitty, instead showing Hange your face. “Has she melted your cold heart already?” They tease with a soft chuckle. “Oh, shut up Hange!” You giggle at their joke anyways. “I’m just teasing, love. Soooo… Is she ours? Is she healthy?” They ask excitedly, but they already assume that the answer is yes, considering how happy you seem to be. “I just got done speaking with the vet, apparently she has a parasite.” You notice Hange’s lips part into an ‘o’ shape as you say this. You can also notice the concern morphing its way into their features. “But he said that after being medicated for… like… a week or so, she should be perfectly fine.” Hange’s earlier excitement makes a comeback, the worry melting off their features as they squeal a bit. “C’mon, we have to keep her!” They whine and plead. “You love her already, it’s obvious. Stop avoiding the question.” A pout forms on Hange’s lips as they try to convince you for the umpteenth time to have a pet. You sigh softly at their cute expression, giggling breathily at their antics. “I do love her. And you’re right, this is a perfect chance for us to have a pet since we didn’t have to buy her. I guess love is about compromise, or whatever… And since I know how much you’ve always wanted a cat, we can keep her.”
Hange had rushed home in record speed. It’s shocking that they got home in one piece without any tickets or crashes. You were right in the assumption that they would be over the moon about this perfect coincidence, Hange wanted to meet her more than anything. You have been home for a bit by the time Hange arrives at your shared home. They practically launch through the door, before realizing their excitement might startle the kitten. When you hear the door opening, you greet them at the door with your arms open wide. They quickly rush into your embrace, lifting you up and enthusiastically shaking you around. They place a chaste kiss on your lips before putting you on the floor once more. “Not that I’m not excited to see you, but where is she?” They ask with childlike excitement. They’re practically bouncing off the walls. As if on cue, a high pitched cry emits from the bathroom. “I have her in the bathroom right now and I put a blanket in there with her. We’re-” Your sentence is cut off by Hange making their way to the bathroom, carefully opening the door. You smile at their excitement, following after them. “Make sure she doesn’t get out. We’re gonna need to give her a flea bath before she can leave the bathroom.” Hange mumbles out a ‘mhm’ before kneeling beside the bathtub. The kitten is looking up at them with big doe eyes. Hange is doing all they can not to squeal and shout from how utterly adorable she is. You decide to take a seat on top of the closed toilet, simply content to see your partner so lively. Hange carefully outstretches their hand to the animal, who seems to back away the tiniest bit. “Heeeeyyyyyyy baby…” They whisper quietly. “Pspspsp…” The kitten sniffs Hange’s finger skeptically, but doesn’t react otherwise. They take this as a sign that it’s okay to pet her. Two of their lithe fingers scratch at the top of the kitten's head, much to her content. Hange mumbles sweet, hushed words to the animal that you can’t really hear. The world around you seems to grow blurry, as you tune out everything else that isn’t your partner and your newfound pet. There wasn’t anything else worth caring about at the moment. The tenderness Hange displays, a stark contrast from their typical erraticism, has your heart thumping in your chest. Hange has always been equally caring as they are observant. While Hange will probably always be excitable, they’re very aware of other’s emotions. They know when someone is overwhelmed or tired, or maybe shy and nervous, meaning they always know when they should turn it down a notch. Quiet moments with them were always your favorite moments. Moments where you two could simply be, without the need for conversation or action. Moments like this morning, where you can stare at their tired face without any ounce of uncomfort. Hange scoops up the kitten into their arms, holding her near their chest, seemingly unbothered by the fleas littering her body. They look up at you, smiling with their teeth and giggling. Their eyes are squinted shut by how much they’re smiling. Even as you’re lost in thought, not fully aware, you smile back at them unconsciously because it’s second nature. You snap out of your trance when you see a flea jump off of her body. “Yuck.” You say, squishing the bug with your shoe and picking it up with a piece of toilet paper. “I picked up some flea shampoo when I went to get her something to eat.” You say, holding up a purple bottle. “She won’t like this, but put her in the sink.”
The two of you have spent the better part of an hour picking the rest of the bugs out of the kitten's fur. The flea bath helped substantially, but there were still some that crawled around. Neither of you have spotted bugs for a few minutes, so you retire from your task, wrapping the small animal in a towel as Hange holds her, trying to transfer their own warmth to her. “She’s such a sweetie.” They coo softly, bouncing the kitty as if she’s a small child. “We should feed her soon. Did you get anything else from the pet store?” They ask, tilting their head at you as they ask. “No, she got really antsy when she was alone for too long, so I tried to run in and out as fast as possible. We’re gonna have to go back.” “Oh, but we can’t leave her to go out, what if she thinks we abandoned her!?” They ask you with puppy eyes. “We can’t take her out, she could still have fleas. I can ask someone to watch her while we go out.” You say, pulling out your phone to text one of your and Hange’s shared friends.
Levi and Erwin step into your home, the former appearing to be intensely displeased. “I can’t believe you’re making me do this on a weekday.” Levi grumbles, while Erwin smiles politely at you and Hange. “He’s being dramatic, it’s no trouble. You two will only be gone for an hour before we head home again.” Erwin chuckles, walking to the living room, where the now dried kitten sits on the couch. She runs and hides at the sight of so many people. “Thank you guys for doing this, I know it’s last minute.” You chuckle nervously at Levi’s obvious irritation. “We didn’t exactly have the luxury to give you notice, Shorty.” Hange teases, grinning as Levi rolls his eyes. “Whatever, three eyes. Get going so we can get home already.” Hange pouts, not only from the nickname, but also at the fact they’re being rushed out of their own home. You try not to burst out laughing at the nickname. “Three eyes is diabolical.” You choke out, opting to take their hand and head out, hopefully so Hange doesn’t feel embarrassed. “We’ll be back soon, thank you again!” You wave, before hopping in the car with a pouting Hange to get supplies for your currently unnamed pet.
Who knew shopping with Hange would take so long? You knew, actually. You were vaguely aware of the fact that Hange’s erraticism isn’t the best trait when trying to go shopping quickly. You’ve only been shopping with them a few times, and after an hour of bouncing around the store, it becomes a little bit tiring. This doesn’t even account for the many different random items they tend to pick up and insist they need. A similar thing happens when you attempt to shop for your cat. You asked Hange to find a decently sized litter box, and they come back to beg you for toys they think look funny, a bed shaped like a ramen cup, a hat for the kitten, and a matching onesie for her. You have to refrain from twitching your eye as they entirely forgot to get the litter box you tasked them to find. You end up putting the toys, bed, and hat in the basket, since you planned on buying her these things anyway. “Han... My beloved... You forgot the litter box.” You watch as they chuckle nervously, rubbing the back of their neck. “Right... Be right back.” They turn away, determined to get the litter box, (and only the litter box,) while you decide between two bundles of kitten food.
Hange finds you once more, looping their arms around your waist. You’re momentarily shocked, but you quickly recognize the scent of them surrounding you. They place their head on your shoulder, proud of the fact they managed not to pick up anything except the litter box. They poke your cheek, giving you a grin. When you turn your head towards them, they tap their finger against their cheek, silently asking to be rewarded for completing the task you gave them. You roll your eyes playfully and give them a soft peck.
You return home after an hour and a half, being slightly delayed by Hange’s typical short and ever-changing attention span. Erwin helps you and Hange bring in the bags of cat necessities. You and Hange tiredly plop down on your couch once you’ve finished, feeling tired from all the events of the day. Levi sighs from beside you. You and Hange look at him, seeing the cat curled up and sleeping on his lap. “This damn cat wouldn't leave me alone. Always craving attention, like it can't survive without constant petting. Needy little furball.” He grumbles. Despite his attitude, he still allows her to sleep in his lap, which you and Hange are both grateful for. He carefully picks her up, shifting her into Hange’s lap instead. They both try their best to ensure she isn’t disturbed by the transfer. You stand up as Levi does, seeing the couple out. “Thank you both again for doing this. We’ll see you guys on Sunday for dinner. It’s our turn to cook this week!” You giggle. Erwin pats your shoulder in a dad-like fashion. “Don’t mention it. Levi was loving the attention she gave him. See you Sunday.” He smiles. To this, Levi rolls his eyes, elbowing his lover lightly as you see them out.
Once again, you plop on the couch beside your own lover. They look at you with worry. “What are we going to do with her? She’s gonna be so scared if we leave her at home, all alone...” You raise your eyebrow, wondering where this conversation is leading. “I’m sure she’ll get used to it. It’s impossible for us to have someone watch her every day while we’re at work.” In response to your words, they cover the kitten's ears. “You’re evil! How could you talk about our daughter that way?” They pout, giving you puppy eyes. You laugh, rolling your eyes playfully at their joke. “You know...” They start. You look at them tiredly, knowing you probably won't like whatever comes next. “We could always get another to keep her company.”
#hange x reader#hange zoe x reader#levi ackerman#erwin smith#eruri#aot eruri#attack on titan#aot fluff#aot#fanfic#hange fluff#tooth rotting fluff#fluff#modern au#established relationship#hanji zoe x reader#hanji zoë#hanji zoe#hanji x reader#hange#hange zöe#hange zoë#hange zoe#hange aot#reader insert#no use of y/n#kitten#cat#domestic fluff#science teacher hange
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I’d like to think they’re listening to some soft jazz
#dancing slowly#on a warm summer afternoon#Levi can’t dance for long because of his knee but swaying in the kitchen with Erwin for support is nice#I’d like to think this is a cute domestic alt ending#eruri#eruri fanart#commander erwin#captain levi#post war levi#erwin smith#levi ackerman#my art#also this is the one I deleted yesterday but I’m kinda glad I did cause I added a few more details I love
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Day 6 of Eruri Valentine's Week: Cooking! What song do you think Erwin is singing here?
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#Eruri#aot fanart#erwin x levi#erwin smith#Levi#levi ackerman#Aot#Snk#snk fanart#eruri feels#Eruri domestic moments#aot eruri#shingeki no kyojin
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Eruri fic rec <3
Part 1
ugh they are so perfect, this is one of my most fav ships ever!!
these are gonna be all longer fics like 90K+ words but i’ll definitely post another part with shorter ones!
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This fic explores (canon-divergent) choices that the survivors made after Erwin's death and their consequences for the world. It's also about healing, and Erwin and Levi learning to put words to things that have always been unspoken between them. And beneath it all are the paths, whispering to them that the fate of Paradis still rests upon their shoulders...
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-OR-
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Levi begins to notice Erwin leaving HQ alone and not returning until the dead of night.
Slow-burn, pre-show Eruri.
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But a lot had changed in ten years.
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A series of stories detailing Erwin Smith and Levi Ackerman's private life together. Pieces can be read individually or as a whole.
Some pieces will reference things that have happened in past parts of the story, but it's nothing so major that you'll feel left out.
#erwin smith#levi ackerman#eruri#eruri fanfic#eruri supremacy#eruri fic#eruri fic rec#attack on titan#attack on titan fic#attack on titan fic rec#attack on titan fanfiction#they are gay
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What are the Levi x Reader fics Recommendations you have? (Characters close to how they are in canon). Mature fics are okay.
i dont read nearly enough but here are my recs that i can think of!!!
Silver Soul (and anything... Afterglow... In the Land of Gods and Monsters) by @bibblelevi . all of sar's content is MUAH gold.
Levi and his Second learn to live in a world without a war as they pine for each other in silence and manage his tea shop.
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And So It Begins (canonverse; soft Levi) and Between the Pages (canonverse; slightly domestic; fluffy) by @jayteacups and a TON of their other blurbs/drabbles/oneshots. Such a vivid, poetic style. And that first fic made me cry no cap.
On the field, you are a force to be reckoned with. Off the field, it is almost the exact opposite. Either way, you catch your Captain’s eye, and so it begins.
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The Carnivore by Captain Degenerate on ao3 (Levi enters the modern universe; slow-burn). my comfort fic. not totally in character imo, but the plot makes up for it.
Trying to survive the meaningless void that is existing in the modern world, your peaceful days are left behind when you find an unconscious man on the street.
Dressed unconventionally and clueless about the world you live in, you mistake him for a refugee and decide to take him in for the night.
Cue the rest of your life.
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Ackerbond by @levi-my-beloved (canonverse; amazing out of this world thorough take on my headcanons)
After a night spent on paperwork and tea, something in Levi shifts drastically, something he can’t exactly pinpoint. All he knows, is that he has to keep you safe. No matter what.
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this fic by @poisonpeche (dadvi; modern au). im such a sucker for dadvi and their style of writing is so intense it just GRIPS you. alla is also fairly new to tumblr, so go support!
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Leather and Scales by @happybird16 (hot as hell. i died. bondage with mer!levi)
Levi had been surprised at first, when you’d asked to fuck him. He doesn’t think he’s ever been upside down before, much less seen so much leather prior to today.
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Give and Take by @1252291 (pwp; riding Levi's face) and all of their aot works.
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Kinktober Day 12 by @anlian-aishang (dadvi; lactation kink) because it is one of the hottest things i've ever read goodbye
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With the Musicbox in the Candlelight by @wall-maria-fritz (canonverse; canon-divergence; gripping as hell). UGH just. i have a soft spot for Levi being vulnerable and his rage mode. UGHHHH i cant explain it i just love this fic to pieces.
Kenny the Ripper has discovered the ultimate carrot to his stick– Levi’s fiancée. Levi races to rescue her; out for blood and on a rampage. Nothing but a humble baker, and none the wiser for all the horrors that Levi’s job entails, Reader witnesses the darkest, most monstrous sides of her betrothed that she was unprepared to see.
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‼️The Two of Them‼️ by fuchsiaring on ao3
It roils in his chest: desperate, aching, empty. It sears his throat, stings his eyes. He’s dizzy with it, how it hurts, how he needs it. It burns like a wound, sweet like the summer breeze, and Levi relishes, lets it swell, lets it overtake him.
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5 times Levi cries during sex + 1 time he doesn’t
THIS ONE THIS ONE!!!!! This is't LevixReader but it's my fav eruri fic of all time and will never stop screaming about it when it comes up. I can't put into words how fucking amazing, gut-wrenching, hot, and heart warming it is. the best ever.
possibly my fav fic of all time???
#kane has mail#hhh i dont read nearly enough fanfic i now realize#but do support these wonderful creators
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Eruri fluff month on Twitter
Oct. 3~4
Domestic: cooking together.
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As the movie draws to its conclusion, neither one of them move to grab the remote. Instead, Erwin nuzzles his nose in behind Levi’s ear. Placing a warm kiss to the fine shaven hair. “That was a good movie.”
Levi nods, feeling the way the motion of his head brushes Erwin’s nose against his hairline. Angling his body in Erwin’s hold is easy - one of the advantages to his smaller build. No words need to be exchanged as Levi bumps their noses together. Lips brushing softly.
One soft kiss from Levi is reciprocated by one from Erwin. Little things. Nothing more than chaste pecks at first. Each one lasts a half second longer than the previous until their lips fuse together and draw in the other. Erwin brings a hand up to cup the side of Levi’s neck. Thumbing at his pulse absently, causing Levi to melt further into Erwin. Levi’s lips are as soft as the marshmallows that Erwin enjoyed in his childhood. Warm and supple beneath his tongue, and an utter temptation for him to sink his teeth into - chewing at the delicate flesh with a growing fever.
“Thought you said not to rush anything?” Levi asks in a playful whisper. Pulling his lips free of Erwin’s long enough to suck in a deep breath of air. Erwin can feel the rush of oxygen and the way the muscles in Levi’s neck constrict beneath his fingers. Erwin, ever impatient with matters relating to his fiance, tucks his head beneath Levi’s chin. Peppering warm kisses to the skin at the tips of his fingers.
Here is the finished little piece of soft fluff I teased on my latest Sunday Post ❤️
It is Eruri (from Attack on Titan) because those babies deserve some domestic tender moments.
Summary Below the Cut
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Levi Ackerman/Erwin Smith, Moblit Berner/Hange Zoë
Characters: Levi Ackerman, Erwin Smith, Hange Zoë, Moblit Berner
Additional Tags: Modern AU, domestic life, Domestic Fluff, Soft Levi Ackerman, Soft Erwin Smith, Snow Day, They're engaged, Morning Kisses, Kisses
Summary:
“We’re not kids, ya old man,” Levi teases. “What exactly are we supposed to do with a snow day?”
Erwin loops both of his arms around Levi’s slim waist. Enveloping him in a cocoon of warmth as he dips his head down into the crook of Levi’s neck. “That’s the beauty of a snow day, love. We can act like two kids if we want.”
Humming, Levi takes a sip of his tea. The warmth flowing down his throat pulls him further into Erwin’s hold. Dropping his head back against Erwin’s shoulders between sips of tea. It is a little bitter, Erwin likely let it steep for just a minute too long, but Levi decides to not comment on it.
“Tell me about it. What kinds of things did you do on a snow day?” Levi asks softly.
#The Redacted Tease is Done and Live#It's Eruri#Because I have AOT Brainrot#I swear I will return to our regularly scheduled WIPS soon#eruri#AOT#SNK#AOTEruri#erwin x levi#levi ackerman#erwin smith#fanfic#fic#it's a snow day#modern au#so fluffy#so soft#so tender#they're in love your honor
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22 Answers for a Fanfic 2022
1. fandoms you wrote for this year
Haikyuu (Bokuaka)
Attack on Titan (Eruri)
Jujutsu Kaisen (Itafushi)
Mob Psycho 100 (Serirei)
2. favorite fic you wrote this year
I'll Stay with you - My Bokuaka fanfics are still my favorite ones to write. I hope to get engaged with them again but it's been hard.
3. favorite fic you read this year
I think it was History Retold from a_Bounded
4. favorite opening line/scene you wrote this year
Once the dust settles, all that remains is desolation.
It's from a Serirei Snippet but I felt it's the most powerful.
5. favorite ending line/scene you wrote this year
“No, but I will be.” Koutarou kissed the crown of his boyfriend's head and let the warmth of his body remind him why it was worth moving on.
6. a trope you wrote this year
Angst with a happy ending. Did someone doubt it?
7. pairings you wrote this year
Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou
Erwin Smith/Levi Ackerman
Itadori Yuuji/Fushiguro Megumi
Serizawa Katsuya/Reigen Arataka
8. a fic regret from this year
My mental health suffered for while I was writing Chains of the Past and even if right now I'm happy with it, the pain I put myself through didn't compensate the reward.
I'm not sure how I could finish it.
9. a song that helped you write
I've had so many songs on a loop while writing. Lately I worked a lot to La Bachata and Tú me dejaste de querer
First chapter of my Serirei Soulmates AU was a loop of Hellfire of The hunckback of Nôtre Dame
10. total number of fics you posted
24 but for the most part they're snippets that go from 300 words to 2500. I haven't been lucky with longer fics this year.
11. total number of words you posted
118.507
12. most popular fic written this year
I'll Stay with You
13. least popular fic written this year
Little Moments but they're just snippets from Loving you is a Losing Game so I'm not surprised at all
14. longest completed fic you posted this year
I'll Stay with you. It is the last long fic I was capable of writing. After that burnout and twitter killed me. I changed fandoms trying to get that spark back and I didn't feel the joy of writing again until Serirei.
With them I'm keeping myself to short fics, though.
15. shortest completed fic you posted this year
Hurting (323 words)
16. favorite character to write about this year
I'm having fun with Reigen, so I'll go with him
17. a fic you didn’t expect to write
I never expect them, though...
18. most memorable comment/review
This one "this story may have just defeated my prejudice against 1st person pov stories, because it’s so intriguing! i love the domesticity & the realism of levi’s inner world :)"
It was really special, because even I hate reading 1st Person POVs but Chains demanded to be writen like that.
19. trends you noticed in your writing this year
Everyone is depressed :O
20. fics you wanted to write but didn’t
There's an Dystopian omegaverse that worked really great for Eruri but I can't write for them anymore, they're bad for my health.
21. something you want to write next year
I'll see when we get there!
22. an idea from one of your fics that you want people to think about
You are enough and you deserve to be loved
Thank you @curator-on-ao3 for the post idea!
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levi and/or jean 💛
Omg, i love your blog so much. Thank you 💛
Levi
First Impression: I literally went "ew, people think he's hot???". I was so confused why people liked this man.
Impression Now: I love this little mean bean so much. He is the one exception to my "I will only like someone if they are taller than me." rule. Season 3 Levi in that slutty grey shirt had me sweating 🥵
Favorite Moment: Kenny fight scene, hands down. Not only is it one of my favorite anime fights ever, Levi is gorgeous the entire fucking time.
Idea for a Story: I want a Levi x reader fic where levi is a secret billionaire, but hasn't told the reader. Like, they keep wondering why levi is able to take them to dinner every week if they are both broke ass college students, but levi is actually from a family of old money.
Unpopular Opinion: This is mostly about who people ship him with. I don't like LevixHange. It feels forced to me, but I know there is canon evidence for the ship too.
Favorite Relationship: Ooooo, I love this question, but I'm going to take it the shipping route. I love a good selfship. I'm a sucker for Eruri, but the AO3 fics for Ereri are soooo good. The Little Titan Cafe by pocketsizedtitan is a comfort fic for me.
Favorite Headcanon: I headcanon that Levi's love language is physical touch, but it also makes him very uncomfortable. He's been fighting his whole life so physical contact was alway in a violent manner, so once he finally falls in love with someone and they touch him he looses his shit a bit.
Jean
First Impression: I didn't hate him. He was fine when I first saw season 1. Honestly, he didn't make too much of an impression on me.
Impression Now: Oh how I love this man. Especially, post timeskip Jean. o m g. I'm dead. Not only is he a great character, but he is also. He's probably one of my favorite characters.
Favorite Moment: The funny moments with Jean always warm my heart, but I also love the moments when he realizes his strength as a leader. It's not really a a specific moment.
Idea for a Story: I'm craving a good slooooow burn jean x reader fic in a college au. I am also down for a domestic high school sweetheart going to university jean x reader fic. I need pain with the second one. I've been reading Respectfully, an Absolute Mess by Ercthesloth and o m g it's the best jean x reader fic i've read so far.
Unpopular Opinion: Post-timeskip jean is superior. fight me 🥵🥵🥵
Favorite Relationship: I'm gonna share my ships. idc. Jean x reader, obvi. I'm a sucker for jearmin and jean x marco.
Favorite Headcanon: Jean always has to be touching his partner. Always. His love language is physical touch- 100%. He also bitches like a baby as soon as he can't be touching them. "hold my hand" "babe, not right now." "hold. my. hand." "jean, no." *lightly grabs his partner's arm*
#estarllitaasks#attack on titan#aot#shingeki no kyojin#snk#levi ackerman#jean kirschtein#jean kirstein
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Get Stuffed by orphan account
Modern AU - Thanksgiving. 2 chapters. Unfinished. Eruri, MikeNana and Mobuhan. Erwin is supposed to be helping Levi prepare Thanksgiving dinner but Erwin is busy being a nuisance.
Dad joke Erwin rises again - now with sex jokes! This is a funny, adorable domestic story. Our favorite Vets make an appearance. Everyone is happy and healthy. Unfinished but doesn't have loose ends left hanging.
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I NEED DOMESTIC ERURI PLEASE
- RP Rules -
⭕️ 18+ ONLY
⭕️ please be literate, third person, real effort with paragraphs and decent grammar
⭕️ I’ll rp as Levi, would love to an Erwin to rp with :)
⭕️ we can discuss plots/limits/preferences in dms or add me on discord Kokobiel#1405
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Erwin is about to raid the ice-cream isle🍦
#attack on titan#shingeki no kyojin#eruri#Erwin Smith#Levi Ackerman#snk#aot#artists on tumblr#fanart#meme#domestic eruri gives me life
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Take Your Time (we’ve got all night)
Pairing: Erwin Smith x Levi Ackerman x Fem!Reader
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Polyamory, Pregnant!Reader, Threesome, Two Husbands (it’s what we deserve), Domesticity, Smut (18+ only), Unprotected Sex, Fingering, Oral Sex (m & f receiving), Lactation Kink, Lots of Kissing, Creampie, Spit Roasting
Word Count: 6k
a/n: This here is my submission for @mindninjax Domestic Daydream collab. She is quite possibly one of my favorite people in the entire world, and I am so happy to know her and call her my friend. She also beta’d this for me, cause she’s a real one. Please enjoy this super soft, super domestic, hopefully super sexy Eruri bliss.
The sky darkened, a heavy cascading gloom that hid the sun. While the dense clouds rolled in on a single sheet, the sky remained deceptively clear, as if the sun had gone and set in the middle of the afternoon. You stood on the porch, hands holding the railing as you waited for them to arrive. The storm was said to hit any time this evening so they left to grab extra last minute supplies, promising you it wouldn’t take long, just a few hours.
Erwin insisted on it, even after you argued that it wasn’t worth it, that it would just be safer to wait it out, and that you swore you had everything you needed inside. But he was relentless, stubborn even. He kissed your forehead, grabbed the car keys, and strode out the kitchen without a second thought.
Levi grumbled something beneath his breath, an exasperated sigh tumbling from his lips as he placed a hand on the small of your back. “Go with him, please,” you sighed in defeat. He nodded, kissed your cheek and followed him out the door.
That was five hours ago. And while usual trips into town took this long, you couldn’t stop the bubble of worry that expanded in your chest, taut and ready to burst. The wind picked up, a welcome chill on your overheated skin. It whipped your clothing across your body, your hand coming down to smooth over your swollen belly. There was no sense in waiting out here. No logical decision in standing on your stone steps, while your neighbors’ shutters were already pulled protectively over their windows, their cars parked horizontally in front of their garage doors to brace the storm.
The hurricane was a category 4. It wouldn’t be the first you’ve been through in this home, but it was the first while pregnant. And you normally wouldn’t be as worried as you were if it weren’t for how antsy the baby was making you. As if they sensed your rising panic.
The wind picked up again, a hollow whistle that peaked your anxiety. The wind chimes clanged in a melodic chorus, signalling the turn of weather. The mailbox swayed with the heavy wind, the wooden carving you spent countless hours painting creaking under its weight. A tug of sentimentality pulled at your chest as you braced a shaky palm on the railing to guide you down the steps.
The realization that you were being dramatic rattled around your skull, alarm bells sounding and telling you to go back inside and to forget the sloppily carved sign but you couldn’t stop the momentum of your feet. You reached out for it, fingers wrapping around the wooden hyphen. A few splinters poked at your hand but you continued to yank it from its metal binding. Drizzles of rain began to fall on your skin, some catching in your lashes as you blinked them away, completely focused on the wood that was almost off of the metal.
Tires on wet pavement halted behind you but you didn’t turn around. You gave one final tug and the carving was pulled free, your body stumbling back a bit with the force.
“What the hell are you doing out here?!” It was Levi’s voice cutting over the roaring engine, loud and distressed.
“Where the hell have you been?!” You bit back, swinging around the newly released sign. The rain fell in heavier pellets now, stinging your cheeks and arms.
The passenger door slammed shut while you stared at Erwin in the driver’s seat, an apologetic smile turning into a grimace at the impact. “You were gone for way longer than you said,” you raised your voice over the whistling winds.
“Yes and I apologize for that but what in your right mind made you think standing outside would’ve been the solution?” Levi rounded the front of the SUV, his legs reaching your side quicker than most would imagine for someone his size. He held out his hands to grasp your forearms, gently pulling you to the house with a firm scowl scrunching his features. Before you could answer Erwin was out of the car, plastic bags dangling from his fingers and he cut the ignition. “Just get inside the house, I’ll bring in the rest of the stuff,” he called out, popping open the trunk as he went.
“I’m mad at you,” you grumbled as Levi led you to the steps, his hands holding on to your lower back to help better distribute your weight. You heard a dark chuckle come from behind you, his strong arms reaching around and stroking your bump. “You’re ridiculous you know that,” he mumbled, an interesting mix of irritation and amusement riding his tone.
Erwin quickly joined the two of you on the porch, bags in one hand and a large rectangular box tucked under the arm of the other. He was slightly out of breath, his usually perfectly combed hair tousled in the wind as he shouldered the door open, stepping aside to follow you in first.
Before you could make it past the entryway you were pulled into Levi’s chest, his hands stopping the two of you before Erwin could shut the door. There was a heavy silence as you all looked into the living room, which was now an unrecognizable heap of bedding.
“What the hell?” Erwin broke the silence, a shocked laugh echoing in the quiet room. “What did you do?”
There was bedding everywhere. While they were out you had reasoned that this would be the most productive use of your time. You slid the l-shaped sofa to press against the wall and fit an air mattress in the empty space. There was a flat sheet draped over the arm of the couch and lifted high to mimic the point of a tent, and within the sheet were piles of pillows and blankets. “It’s a fort, obviously,” you answered matter of factly, lifting your hand palm up for emphasis.
“What is wrong with you?” Levi asked, quite clearly done with your shit. “You moved the sofa alone, without either of us home. You could’ve hurt yourself and then what? What would you have done? You’re pregnant.”
“Exactly. I’m pregnant, Levi. Not made of glass,” you defended. He looked over to the mess of sheets and pillows covering the air mattress you filled in the center of the living room and rolled his eyes as he swallowed his retort.
You felt enormous but still very much capable of holding your own. Your belly protruded further than you would have imagined it could stretch, and you were starting to feel the consequences of your redecorating settle tightly against the bottom of your spine. He was right. You probably shouldn’t have done all of this on your own, especially given how far into the third trimester you were, but you weren’t about to admit that to him.
“It’s already done,” Erwin pointed out, looking straight at Levi to silently tell him to drop the subject. “And it looks amazing,” he kissed the top of your head, turning to close the door behind him to shut out the rain that had begun to blow into the house diagonally.
“But why did you decide to do all of this?” He asked as the three of you walked further into your home. He placed the plastic bags on the dining room table, the box that you now realized contained a battery operated fan was laid flat beside it.
You thought for a moment, walking over to lean against the back of the sofa. “The circulation is better here than in our bedroom. Plus if the power goes out for a long time we can open the sliding doors to help cool down.”
Erwin acknowledged your reasoning with a nod and shrug, while Levi shook his head and helped Erwin unpack all of the new supplies. “What did you end up buying?” You asked curiously.
“Batteries, a fan, a portable charger, and an extension cord,” Erwin answered, flipping the switch that rolled down the shutters to the front of the house.
“We already had most of those things,” you said, still holding a slight grudge at the fact that they left so close to the storm. “Yes but it never hurts to have extra,” Erwin chuckled, moving the air mattress over to make more space to walk in the living room.
“Yeah but still,” you rubbed down your belly, no real argument on your tongue aside from having the last word. You were still feeling the ripples of anxiety from earlier, even though you knew now that they were fine and home and safe. You couldn’t help but want to have them close, within your line of sight.
“Why don’t you sit down and stare into space instead of leaning on the couch and doing it?” Levi waved a hand in front of your face, signature bored expression morphed into subtle entertainment by his small smirk. You stuck your tongue out at him before pushing yourself from where you stood with a soft grunt.
“Fine, but only because my feet hurt,” you shoved his chest playfully, walking around him and crawling over the arm. You tilted precariously, your arms giving out a little as you held up your weight. “How do you manage to make even the simple things complicated?” Levi reached out to steady you by your hips, sighing when you only giggled in response.
“I’m just living my life, Levi love,” you said as you settled into the plush cushions. He curled his lip in distaste, only a little amused by your antics, before he left to go back to whatever he started in the kitchen.
Not too long after, Erwin strode into the living room. He had changed into some shorts and a t-shirt, still smelling a bit like the summer storm. He grabbed his book from the coffee table pushed into a corner of the room and sat with a labored groan. You laughed, “I didn’t know you were pregnant too.”
“Haha,” he mocked you, propping his feet on the air mattress and opening his book.
You watched him thumb through his paperback for a while, suppressing the urge to lean over and bite his arm, the muscles beneath his skin shifted temptingly. Instead you glanced down at yourself, your breasts were more swollen than usual as they stretched the material of your bra, your nipples stinging as they brushed against the fabric. You hissed in a pained breath, your hands coming up to pull the bra away from your skin.
“You alright?” Erwin asked from beside you, his broad frame leaning over to look down at what you were doing. “Yeah, my boobs are really swollen right now,” you winced when you laid the fabric back down. “It just hurts, but I’ll be fine.”
“Just take it off,” he suggested, pointing to the bra that was clearly the cause of some of your discomfort. “It’s not like we’re going anywhere,” he laughed as a burst of loud thunder shook the walls as the storm climbed to its peak, emphasizing his statement.
You nodded in agreement, shifting to pull the thin t-shirt you threw on this morning over your stomach. You sighed when you leaned forward, legs folding where they were outstretched on the L portion of the cushions. You brought up your hands to reach for the clasp, struggling between the shirt in your way and the size of your body. A frustrated groan tore from your throat as you fumbled with your shirt when it didn’t move where you wanted it to.
“Need some help?” Erwin looked up from the book he had gone back to reading, watching the struggle you refused to let go of.
“No,” you answered firmly, grabbing the edges of your shirt and ripping it over your head. “I got it,” you affirmed.
Now that the shirt was out of the way you were sure you could grab it, reaching your arms behind you once again to tug at the clasp. He watched you struggle for a minute, amused and content, before extending the arm closest to you. “I said I got it,” you attempted to bat his hand away, but he gave you a lopsided grin, easily avoiding your waving hands.
“I know you did, honey,” he unclasped it with one hand, with such ease you were almost jealous. “I just hate to see you struggle,” he kissed your shoulder to hide his teasing grin, but it was evident in his tone.
“Mhm, sure,” you squinted at him, flopping back against the cushions, sliding your bra down your arms, way too exhausted to grab the shirt you threw at your feet.
“Better?” You used your hands to adjust your weight so you sat comfortably reclined into Erwin’s bicep. “Kinda,” you sighed, fingers massaging the swell of your breast. “They’re just so sore,” you mumbled, a twinge of pain stabbing the side when you pressed down.
It was a little chilly in the house at the moment, goosebumps rising on your skin, your nipples pebbling with the cold. Your fingers continued kneading the tender flesh in hopes of relieving some of the pressure, completely unaware of the set of eyes following your movements.
The only sounds to be heard were the torments of the storm and Levi’s distant rummaging through the kitchen. It was a comfortable silence you often enjoyed when you were fatigued. A safe calm that had you relaxing completely into Erwin, allowing his familiar smell to distract you from the pricks of discomfort coming from your chest.
You closed your eyes, the minutes melting away as you absentmindedly massaged the area around your nipples. Erwin’s deep breaths rocked you up and down and you were nearly asleep when he inhaled sharply. The sudden intake of breath startling you enough to register a wetness on your fingertips. You looked down, surprised to see a bead of yellow liquid drip from your nipple. “Oh,” you gasped, sitting up to look for something to wipe it away.
“I’m such an idiot,” you laughed, turning in Erwin’s embrace. “Of course I’m lactating. I don’t know why I’m surprised.” You shook your head, rolling to the side to grab the shirt you took off.
The tips of Erwin’s ears were tinged red, his breaths shallow as he stared. You straightened your back, still giggling when you faced him again. “I swear, it’s like I lost my brain the second I hit 27 weeks.”
“What happened?” Levi questioned from behind the sofa, arms crossed, looking at you skeptically. You motioned to the liquid still dripping from your breasts. “I’m lactating,” you said. “And I’m laughing because it was obvious why I was so swollen and sore, but I didn’t even think about it.”
“Hm,” he furrowed his eyebrows, folding his body to rest his elbows on the couch. “What should we do with it?”
“Not sure,” you shrugged, “I don’t think I have enough to pump, but we could try.”
“I’ll go grab the stuff then,” Levi offered, but before he could go Erwin cleared his throat, grabbing Levi’s shirt to keep him there.
“Or,” he began. “I have an idea.”
He closed his book and tossed it to the opposite end of the seat. The hand that was holding Levi in place travelled to trace the sensitive skin of your areola, thumb catching the next drop that fell. “E-Erwin,” you stuttered, confusion and what you distantly recognized as arousal flooding your brain.
“You don’t mean…” you let the question fall away, his fingers replacing yours as he rolled more milk from you. “I do, if that’s what you want.”
You swallowed the saliva that pooled in your mouth, your body heating beneath this intense stare. You had the overwhelming urge to cover yourself, to shield your body from the intensity of the two pairs of eyes awaiting your answer.
It has been weeks since you’ve gotten intimate with either of them. Between the aches and swelling, and the waves of unwarranted insecurity, it was difficult for you to get into the headspace to have sex. And you felt that guilt crushing you, even when they assured you it was fine, to never worry about them and their needs.
But that old spark was back, heavy and roaring in your veins. It was as if you couldn’t remember what desire like this felt like until it pulsed densely beneath your skin, the volume pounding in your ears. Your nerves were vibrating with impatience and yearning to be touched.
You blinked slowly, partially to block out the way Erwin was pinning you under his stare and partially to calm your racing heart. “Yes,” it was breathy, barely there and needy.
“Yeah?” He asked, his shallow breaths shifting into a deep inhale, both hands now drawing delicate patterns across your skin.
“Mm,” you sighed, fully intent on saying yes again, but his hands were too distracting.
“Come here,” he grabbed your wrists to help you stand before maneuvering you to the mattress. “Lay down,” he told you as he gently pushed you back, your body bouncing a bit as it landed on the bed.
You noticed Levi from the corner of your eye walking around the couch and behind Erwin, who was now kneeling in front of you. “We’ll take this slow,” whispered into your lips, his once again on your body, tracing the swell of your bump. “I know it’s been a while,” he smiled fondly, closing the distance and slipping his bottom lip between yours.
You closed your eyes and leaned into the kiss, your hands finding their way into his hair to tug at the blonde strands. You were warm with want, your head spinning as he deepened the kiss. His tongue parted your lips and found yours, soft and curious.
He kissed you breathless. Your mind was too caught up in Erwin to do much of anything besides follow his lead. Your lips moved tenderly with his as he worked your body with precision, hands trailing down your sides and then massaging your thighs until you opened up for him.
“Lean back,” Levi whispered into your ear suddenly. You didn’t notice the air mattress shifting beneath his weight, flinching slightly as he sat comfortably behind you. “Relax, I’ve got you,” he assured you, grasping your shoulders to pull you against his chest.
You melted into him, breaking your kiss to look at the dark-haired man behind you. “Hey,” he smiled, cradling your cheek, thumb pulling down your reddened bottom lip.
“Hi,” you whispered, tilting your chin upwards to brush your lips against his jaw. His muscles flexed and then relaxed with your touch, smirking when you recalled how sensitive his neck was. You craned your neck a little further to leave open mouthed kisses across his jawline, nipping to elicit that familiar reaction. He shivered and stuttered out a broken exhale, eyes half-lidded and on Erwin.
Erwin continued kissing down your body, small kisses peppering your collarbone and sternum, until he reached your breasts. He was hesitant at first, unsure of how far to push your sensitivity. He allowed his breath to fan over your dripping bud until you squirmed between them, an impatient whine arching your back and teasing your nipple between his lips.
He chuckled, looking up at you through knowing lashes and flattening his tongue against you, collecting the milk that hadn’t stopped leaking. “Ah,” you gasped, hands flying to grip Levi’s thighs.
He swirled his tongue around your nipple, coaxing more milk out to coat his tongue before wrapping his lips around you—giving a tentative suck. “Oh,” you keened into Levi’s neck, eyes screwed shut, muscles tight with surprised pleasure.
It wasn’t a completely foreign sensation, his mouth has outlined the contours of your body in many ways before. But this was a level of intimacy that was difficult to describe, your mind was filled with static, your legs tempted to shut around his body. You could feel each swallow, the way his mouth suctioned and released with embarrassingly loud wet noises.
He groaned into your chest while squeezing the other, smearing liquid down until he reached the waistband of your pants. He switched to the other one, giving it the same attention. He licked, swallowed, and moaned until you were pushing against his chest, overwhelmed and shaking.
He released you with a gross pop, fingers curling into the elastic of your pants and pulling them down. He tore them off in one go, leaving you completely bare and your partners fully clothed. Your chest was heaving with anticipation, your fingers still digging into Levi’s thighs when Erwin looked up from your exposed cunt to you.
His face was a mess, and he made no move to clean it off. Milk slicked his chin, his lips were red and swollen, pupils blown out with raw desire.
Levi extended an arm over your shoulder to grip the back of his head. “Kiss me,” he said, tugging him in and slotting their lips together. It was sloppy, Levi’s tongue darting out to lick Erwin’s chin and then biting into his bottom lip.
Your hands pulled at Erwin’s shirt, feeling the rumble of his groan against your palms and Levi’s against your shoulder blades. “Off,” you breathed out, stretching the hem over his chest, and bunching it under his arms.
He was reluctant to break the kiss, Levi instead choosing to grab the back of his collar and tearing it over his head. “Excuse me,” Erwin laughed, his shirt thrown out of sight.
“You were taking too long,” Levi said, scooting back to take off his own shirt before helping you move further up the mattress.
“We’ve got all night,” Erwin crawled to meet you in the center, hands dragging up your legs. “Lay down for me,” he pressed your shoulders down until your back was flat on the bed, your head propped in Levi’s lap.
“Good,” he mumbled, thumbs kneading your inner thighs, toying with the slick that dripped from your folds. He split your lips with his fingers, teasing your entrance with his fingertips.
You’ve long lost control of your breathing, hardly remembering to breathe in or out. Levi intertwined your fingers, squeezing your hand reassuringly as his other hand brushed the hair from your face.
“You gotta relax, baby,” Levi bent over to kiss the words onto your lips, while Erwin kissed your bump, shallowly pumping two fingers until you opened up for him. You sucked in a deep breath, tangling your fingers in Levi’s hair to kiss him. Your tongue traced his teeth before sliding against his tongue.
You whimpered when Erwin curled his fingers, rubbing the textured tissue expertly until your legs were shaking with the effort to stay open. Levi drank down your moans, the hand resting on your cheek skimmed down your chest to sprawl out on the expanse of your stomach.
Your peak was approaching quickly, your hands tightening where they held Levi. It was becoming difficult to keep your eyes open, your head falling back to bend over his thigh. Your head tilted to watch Erwin, shoulders tense with concentration as he scissored his fingers.
“Not yet, okay?” He slowed his motions, “you’ll come around my cock, I wanna feel you,” his eyes cut sharply to look at you, searching for understanding in your features and you managed to nod.
“Then hurry up,” you pant. “Need you inside now.”
He retracted his fingers, spreading them to watch the strings of your slick snap. “Turn onto your side,” he cradled your knee to help you shift on your left side.
He cleaned his own fingers off, quick and efficiently before sliding off the mattress to take off his shorts. Levi helped you turn over, his legs no longer supporting your weight, instead he hovered over you, staring intently at your flushed features— your breath skipping in your lungs.
“You okay?” He checked in, bending down to kiss your neck, careful pecks climbing the column of your throat up to your jawline. “Better than okay,” you exhaled with a shiver as he bit your earlobe and chuckled.
“That’s what I like to hear,” he kissed your cheek, moving over so Erwin could settle behind you now. He wrapped a thick arm around your waist slipping the other beneath your head.
“I’ll go nice and slow,” he said, lifting your leg over his hip. He rolled his cock between your folds, his tip bumping your clit torturously. “Knowing you that’s not the better option,” you turned your head to bite into his forearm, reeling in a needy moan.
“What? You don’t like it when I tease you?” He popped his head past your entrance and stopped there, splattering wet kisses across your shoulder. “Erwin, move, please,” you begged.
“Or what? What will you do, princess?” He teased, exercising his self control until it was nothing but a fraying thread.
“You’re such a little shit,” you choked out on a laugh, arching your back to angle your hips to grind more of him inside. “I thought you didn’t like to watch me struggle,” you argued playfully.
“But this is too fun,” he tightened his hand, squishing the fat of your thigh between his fingers. “But I guess this once I could appease you,” he said through gritted teeth when you managed to suck him in further, your walls clenching around him.
He rolled his hips again, this time seating himself all the way inside of you, groaning against your shoulder. “Sh-shit,” he thrusted gently, controlled. You gasped, your eyes rolling to the back of your head at the pressure.
You were too full, your taut abdomen flexing with the stretch. He let you adjust to his size, the girth dragging deliciously against your walls.
The edge of the mattress dipped under Levi’s weight. He undressed away from your vision, his lean body now naked and hard in front of you. He sat back on his calves where you and Erwin were joined, watching his wet cock disappear inside you.
He reached out to thumb at your clit and you seized up immediately, a startled moan tumbling from your lips.
“Stay still,” he placed his hand over Erwin’s on your thigh before bending at the waist, his head level with the space between your legs. He stuck out his tongue, flattening it from the base of Erwin’s cock all the up to your pulsing clit.
“Fuck,” you whined, staring as he repeated the motion, over and over. Your head was fuzzy with lust, a sick desire pooling deep in the pit of your belly. Erwin’s pace picked up, his hips crashing into your ass. The momentum forced Levi’s mouth to graze your clit, the feeling sending sparks up your spine.
You lost control over the sounds gliding off of your tongue, stamping into Erwin’s arm. Levi sucked you into his mouth, flicking his tongue gracefully over your clit. You cried a pathetic whimper, gradients of bubbled colors flooding your vision.
There was a harsh screeching of the wind to accompany you, the rain a tormented cadence. You scrambled for Levi’s hair to ground your floating body, your pleasure taking hold of your consciousness and ripping it from your reach.
“I-mmm, shit- close,” you rushed out, shuddering and sticky with sweat.
“Then come, you can do that for us, right?” Erwin grunted, his rhythm faltering with each clench and flutter of your walls. “Come, baby. Right on my dick like I said you would.”
You sobbed, your voice cracked and broken with ecstasy. The lights flickered with your orgasm, shutting down with a whir. Levi’s tongue smoothed over your clit, halting his movements as he drank down the come soaking your pussy. “Fuck yeah, that’s it,” Erwin pushed deep, pressing his tip to your cervix.
Without the thrumming of the air conditioner, your home fell into a tense quiet. “Le-vi,” you hiccuped into the silence, pulling at his wet skin to push him away from your throbbing clit and up your body.
“What is it?” His voice had dropped an octave, huskier than normal. You opened your mouth, words failing to form coherent sentences, hoping to convey what you wanted by the lolling of your tongue from between your parted lips— chest heaving, body glistening.
“You want me here?” He pinched the tip of your tongue to pull it out and down, spit clinging to his fingertips. “Mm, yeah,” you slurred, holding onto his biceps so that he was kneeling in front of your face, his erection painfully hard and drooling.
“Okay,” he nodded, taking his spit covered fingers and moving them to your nipple. He swiped at the milk trickling down your breast, squeezing until more coated his hand. He brought it up to his mouth, tasting you for the first time before stroking his cock with the same hand.
He slapped the blunt head on your tongue, smearing his precome across it before pushing himself past your lips. You hollowed out your cheeks, swallowing around him as he slid in as far as he could. You gagged when the tip hit the back of your throat, the tears that clung to your lash line spilling over on to your cheeks.
“Careful,” Levi hissed, wiping away the wet tracks that lost their way. He pulled out slightly, allowing your tongue to press into the underside of his cock.
“‘M gonna move,” Erwin’s hips jumped, his forehead resting between your shoulder blades. His hand moved to dig into your hips, sliding out and driving in hard, your body jostling with the unexpected force.
Levi grunted when your mouth slid up his length, bobbing with the pace of Erwin’s thrusts. He caressed your cheeks in his palms, holding you still as he fucked your mouth, spit and pre spilling from the corners of your lips.
You choked and sputtered on a groan that resonated around Levi. Erwin’s fingers wandered to your clit, rubbing fast circles until you were squeezing him again. Levi’s careful thrusts became reckless, signaling his near release, his fingers knotted in the hair at the nape of your neck, using the leverage to speed up.
Behind you Erwin gasped, curling in around you as his hips stilled— a long, hoarse groan scratching his vocal cords. “Fuck,” he coughed, his cum hot and sticky in your pussy.
You squealed at the sensation, more tears falling from your eyes as Levi pressed your nose to his crotch. “Swallow,” he told you, warm liquid filling your mouth as you swallowed with closed eyes.
His cock twitched on your tongue, softening and wet as he pulled out. He collapsed on his calves again, chest gulping down air as his chin fell forward. The tension in your neck released, tipping back to rest on Erwin, who’s heartbeat you could feel thumping against your back.
After a few seconds of catching your breaths, Levi laid next to you, leaving a small space so as to not overcrowd your heated body. Erwin rolled onto his back, offering the same in an attempt to cool down.
“It’s really hot in here,” you complained, sweat dripping off of you in thick drops. The three of you laid in a panting heap of limbs, satisfied exhaustion syrupy in your veins.
“Good thing we left to go get that fan,” Erwin said, shooting you a goofy grin when you sent him a baseless glare.
Levi shifted beside you, grabbing a pillow and chucking it at Erwin’s head. “You’re such an idiot,” he laughed quietly, his body trembling with silent, blissful laughter.
“Hey” he threw the pillow away from him. “Everything I do is for a purpose.”
“And the purpose is always to annoy me,” you grumbled, causing Levi to laugh harder into the sheets.
And it was contagious, the three of you laying naked and content, laughing as the storm raged on outside. A haven of hot bodies and warm expectations.
…Four Months Later…
You scrunched out the excess water dripping from your hair with a microfiber towel. The feeling of a clean scalp was a blessing after all these months caring for a newborn, a small mercy you would never take for granted again.
Levi left clean clothes on the counter for you, folded and free of the stains you often sported nowadays. They smelled like detergent and baby lotion, a dreamy scent you were way too obsessed with. You slipped the clothes on, wrapping your hair in the towel and padded out the room.
It was quiet. Too quiet for two men and a baby. Your heart stuttered in your chest, a stone of worry rushing you into the nursery. It was empty, even though you distinctly remember leaving her with Levi in here. A timer went off in the kitchen, the shrill ringing cutting through the unnatural silence.
You followed the sound, pressing the button on the oven to turn it off. Inside was the lasagna you prepared last night, hot and bubbling in the glass pan. You took it out and rested it on the counter so it wouldn’t burn, turning off the oven and leaving to continue your search.
There was gentle snoring coming from the living room. You let your feet lead you there, finding two familiar heads tucked into each other. You released a puff of relief, smiling sideways at your sleeping husbands.
You tiptoed around the edge of the sofa, the shag rug muffling your footfalls. Erwin was laid out on the longest end, your daughter gurgling on his chest while Levi’s head was settled on his shoulder, bangs falling over his forehead into his eyes.
She reached out chubby fingers, catching the stray dark hair in her hands. She tugged it, pulling her little body closer to Levi, struggling to lift her head from Erwin’s chest.
“What are you doing, lady?” You whispered, placing your hand on her small back and untangling her sweaty hands from Levi’s hair. “Did your daddies fall asleep while they were watching you?”
You lifted her from Erwin’s embrace, trying not to wake either of them. Her eyes widened when she looked up at you, a wide toothless grin on her face. “And what are you doing awake? You were supposed to be napping,” you scolded, blowing a raspberry into her neck to hear her tiny giggles.
You held her in one arm, grabbing the throw blanket from the arm of the sofa and clumsily draping it over them. You printed a kiss on each of their foreheads, swiping the hair from their faces and trying to conceal the over affectionate laugh that began to bubble and pop in your chest.
The overwhelming emotion you were hit with was unexplainable. A deepening sense of love and protection layered over your old feelings, and you refrained from squishing them all in your arms refusing to let any of them go.
The towel on your hair was pulled to the side, your daughter successfully averting your attention as she played with a string hanging from the end.
“You hungry?” Her other hand gripping and pulling down the collar of your shirt. “I’ll take that as a yes,” you kissed her nose, laughing when her face wrinkled with disgust.
“Don’t look at me like that,” you warned, “reminds me of your father.”
She only puckered her lips further, her attempt to pull down your shirt unsuccessful, yet entertaining. “Fine, let’s go get you food,” you stepped into the kitchen, deciding to warm up a bottle for her.
The kitchen window was open, a humid breeze sneaking in, blowing hard enough to unravel the chipping wooden sign that used to be perched on your mailbox. You grabbed the loosened twine, hooking it back up and straightening the cursive letters.
‘Ackerman-Smith’ swayed in the afternoon, mimicking the gentle rocking of your arms. You glanced at the child held close to your chest, her blue eyes mesmerized by the name tattooing her future.
#Marquie’s domestic daydream#feat. my sentimental ass and eruri#levi ackerman x reader#erwin smith x reader#eruri x reader#eruri supremacy#I’m kinda happy w this one so#I hope your happy with it too#snk fluff#snk smut#captain levi#commander erwin#blessed#also a baby#snk#aot#the most unrealistic thing in this entire fic#is that Erwin managed to find a battery operated fan hours before the storm#kari’s writing🔆
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this is so long im so sorry but ive been thinking about this forever and im finally putting it out there: ok SO
(kitty levi au) your friend hange asks you if you'll watch watch her newest foster puppy, erwin, for a week while she's away. you gladly say yes--it's only a week.
erwin is so big, and very playful. he adores being pet, and especially loves turning on his back to give you access to his belly.
your kitty levi, on the other hand, is not having it. erwin keeps trying to engage him--he just wants to play, and levi certainly looks fun-sized in erwin's eyes, but levi always turns up his nose and walks away. even if it's only for a week, he's not fond of there being another being in the house that gets to be pet and loved on by you.
it's not until you leave the house for about two hours to run errands do things take a turn.
erwin is wandering the house aimessly since he doesn't have you to interact with. that is, until his nose picks up the unmistakable scent of arousal. as he gets closer he begins hearing what sounds like mewls of pain. when he cracks open the door, he's met with the sight of levi shifting around on his pile of blankets and panting heavily--he's gone into heat early, and you're not home to help him.
the scent levi's emitting is overwhelming for erwin, and he can't bring himself to leave. he's starting to feel aroused himself. as he gets closer, levi finally notices him, tears of desperation welling in his eyes. erwin hates seeing anyone in this much pain--he wants to help him ease it.
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when you walk in the door, you're not met with the sight of levi like you usually are, or even erwin. a little bit worried, you go to look for them.
when you look in levi's room, you're met with the sight of a peacefully sleeping levi curled into erwin's big and warm body, and it's then you realize what happened. you quietly walk over and kneel down, patting a dazed erwin on the head. erwin tilts his head to look at you through sleepy eyes.
"thank you," you say quietly, and he leans into your touch, a small smile on his face.
Warnings for threesome (F/M/M), hybrids, pet play, submissive Levi, heat cycles, anal penetration (m receiving), pegging, frotting, crying, mommy kink, cock warming, A/B/O dynamics
Okay wait I wrote something similar to this concept right here with Kitty Levi/Kitty Reader but I am absolutely feral for this Kitty Levi x Puppy Erwin x Owner Reader content…
Levi’s heats tend to last a good 5-7 days. Lengthy, but there’s nothing you can do about it, and you’re not forcing heat suppressants into him because you may as well be messing up his hormones.
It’s inconvenient, seeing as Erwin’s supposed to stay for that whole duration. Luckily he’s well-behaved, however with Levi constantly needing your attention and being exceptionally rash, it’s hard to jump between your two boys to make sure they’re each taken care of.
You expect Erwin to not want anything to do with Levi when he’s like this. He barely knows him, and Levi’s been nothing but unwelcoming; that one time was just out of necessity, right?
You couldn’t be more wrong.
While you’re tidying up, preparing some new sheets and clothes in the washer and dryer, Erwin sticks by Levi’s side, tucking the smaller man into his chest. He just smells so good. Every breath, he gets a whiff of something ridiculously sweet, and the moment Levi starts to stir, the scent intensifies, dizzying Erwin. It’s the harsh arousal he remembers from earlier.
He makes a noise, muffled by Erwin’s chest, and tiredly squeezes any skin he can find. A breathy, “Erwin,” leaves his lips, half-sounding like a groan. He takes that as his cue to kiss down his stomach to his hard length, already standing pert against his pelvis.
You walk in not a moment later, watching the scene unfold before you. Levi’s thighs are wrapped around Erwin’s head, fingers coiled in blonde hair, occasionally tugging on flat ears. You approach carefully, your hand falling to his waist.
He gives a little chirp at the contact, eyes opening to tiny slits. He turns hot at the sight of you.
“Levi baby,” you hum and smooth down his hair. Erwin’s nose is brushing the dark hairs dusting his pelvis as he continues to swallow down his cock.
His eyes open to tiny slits, rimmed red from crying, his skin flushed a deep shade of pink, the same color as his length. He looks so tired yet so stimulated, lost in a haze.
“I-inside,” he gasps out. “In me.”
“You want what in you? Your toy? ‘win?”
“Mmn, you.”
The plea is enough to make you melt on the spot. Of course you won’t deny him when he asks so sweetly like that.
So you grab your harness and adjust the straps, and you waste no time at all, lubing up your fingers and working Levi open. He pushes into your touch, a tell-tale sign of how dire this is. Meanwhile, Erwin’s still working his cock but moving at a slow enough pace to give you time to adjust.
You lube up your cock and press the wet tip, eyes blown wide at how quick and easy you sink inside of him. Levi groans as you bottom out, his back arching, and in turn, pushing himself deeper into Erwin’s slick throat. The overload of sensation causes him to tremble.
“I know, I know,” you say softly against his nape. You press a kiss over the bump and wrap one of your hands around to scratch lightly at his chest. You hold him flush against you. “You’re okay, baby.”
You reach down and grab the meat of his thigh, finding a grip along the underside before lifting it up. The action helps ease you deeper inside him and find the perfect angle, his foot dangling aimlessly in the air from being thrusted into.
“Such good boys,” you praise.
Erwin pulls his mouth off Levi’s cock, lips sticky from saliva and precome. Barely a second lapses by before he’s slotting his mouth over your kitty’s. Your pupils blow wide, cunt clenching on air. His tiny mews are swallowed by an adamant tongue hungrily thrusting in and out.
And to your surprise, he moves his mouth from Levi’s onto yours. You can faintly taste remnants of arousal from when he was sucking him, and you eagerly welcome it, opening your mouth wider, hips stuttering. Levi croons loudly, head lolled back so he can watch as Erwin massages your mouth. He doesn’t like it. But the two of you look so pretty, too, that it gets him close—
His breaking point is when Erwin reaches down between their bodies and pins their cocks together. There’s enough slick for the friction to feel like liquid heat, and Levi goes taut against you, his leg still held up from your hand gripping the back of his knee. The stimulation is just too much.
“‘m c-cumming,” he whines. “Momm—ah!”
You pound him harder right over that spot, milking him of every last drop from the inside while Erwin works him from the outside. “Such a good boy, Levi, give us everything.”
He makes such a mess, white slick painting the quivering muscles of his tummy, coating the flexed tendon’s of Erwin’s hand. You both work him through the aftershocks, until he’s entirely limp, all of the slack drained from his body. You gently lower his leg and watch where your bodies are joined together; the plush of his ass is splotched pink from where your skin smacked over his. The last sound he makes is from the empty feeling he gets when you pull out.
“N-no,” he sighs. “Put it back in me. Put it—mmmm.” His pleas are silenced as you oblige him, easing your cock back inside.
Erwin takes it upon himself to lick the cum from Levi’s stomach, eventually nuzzling his face into his chest and falling fast asleep. You card your fingers gently through his hair.
#like i just want them both to be my lawfully wedded kitty husbands????#can we all just get married and live a nice domestic life together?#is that too much ask for?#Levi thirsts#Erwin thirsts#Eruri x Reader thirsts#subby Levi#Kitty Levi <3
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Lostcauses Fic: No expense spared
Domestic Eruri nonsense. I’ll refrain from saying who inspired this but they know who they are :} And yes, this is the same universe as Meat Boy, Divorce Proceedings and A Clever Innovation.
“Look Levi, there’s space for it just here beside your teapot,” Erwin pointed innocently to a miraculously clear space on the kitchen worktop that certainly hadn’t been there the day before. “It’s very compact, hardly takes up any space at all.”
“The answer is still no, Erwin,” Levi replied from the breakfast table, without bothering to look up from his phone. “For the millionth time we are not spending over six hundred dollars on a fucking coffee machine.”
“But you paid almost a hundred for a teapot!” Erwin pouted, brandished the sleek Scandinavian designed pot at his husband.
“I paid seventy,” Levi replied, cheeks colouring slightly. It had been a bit of an extravagance.
Levi was not above a bit of indulgence, particularly where Erwin was concerned, but he also saw it as his responsibility to check his more wayward impulses, particularly where consumer electronics and kitchen appliances were concerned. Erwin’s job as principal teacher of a small high school paid a decent steady salary but the meager wage Levi earned at the Brazilian restaurant, even though he had now risen to the giddy heights of assistant manager, left them with only a modest disposable income, and certainly not one that stretched to a $650 coffee machine.
To say that Erwin was a coffee freak was something of an understatement. He adored everything about coffee and given half a chance would have spent every penny he earned on rare beans and fancy gadgets only half of which he ever learned to use. Levi was still unearthing odd forgotten gizmos from the back of the kitchen cupboards a year after moving in with him. Levi of course hated coffee and preferred tea, just another example of how the two men were polar opposites in so many ways. On the surface, they appeared to be completely incompatible, but somehow, it just worked.
Erwin had first seen this particular machine on a coffee connoisseurs website earlier in the year. It was love at first sight and he’d been lusting after it shamelessly ever since. However after an exhausting war of attrition lasting several months, during which Erwin had used all his not inconsiderable powers of persuasion, Levi still refused to be moved. Eventually, worn down by his husband’s stubbornness, Erwin gave up. Though he still cast longing glances at the machine in their local coffee shop every time they stopped by.
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“Wake up birthday boy.” Levi whispered, brushing his lips gently over Erwin’s ear.
“Hmmmph” Erwin replied, cracking one eye open to be met with the aroma of fresh coffee and the delightful sight of his husband smiling down at him.
“Come on old man, get up, you’re not that ancient!”
Erwin peeled his face off the pillows and sat up, gratefully accepting the mug of coffee that Levi pressed into his hands.
“Mmmm this coffee smells good,” he sighed closing his eyes and inhaling deeply.
“Nothing but the best for you darling.” Levi replied dryly, though the corner of his mouth was twitching.
Erwin took a sip, eyes blowing wide.
“Shit, this really is good, Levi. Really, really good!”
“No expense spared,” Levi replied airily.
“Wait….what…you didn’t… did you…?” Erwin gaped at him flabbergasted. Then he was out of bed like a shot, bounding down the hall towards the kitchen without even stopping to pull on a pair of boxers.
Levi sauntered after him and was greeted by the glorious sight of his husband standing bare ass naked in the kitchen, hair a riot, gazing open mouthed at the gleaming new coffee machine.
“Levi,” Erwin breathed, reaching out to stroke the shining chrome, “it’s beautiful.”
“Yeah, it’s not bad,” Levi agreed.
“Not bad? It’s perfect!”
“Great ass too,” Levi smirked, sidling up to his husband and sliding an arm around his waist.
“Levi you shouldn’t have. This cost a fortune, how on earth could you afford it? Wait…” Erwin stopped, realization dawning, “all those extra shifts you’ve been working since August? You told me you were short staffed!”
“We were short staffed,” Levi replied slightly sheepishly, “I just made the most of it.”
“Honestly Levi, I really don’t deserve you.” Erwin pulled his husband into a crushing bear hug and placed a passionate kiss on top of his head. “How can I ever replay you?”
“You’re doing pretty good just standing here,” Levi answered, reaching round to pat his bare arse. “Just don’t try cooking eggs in the damn thing…”
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