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axoxtxhxh · 3 years

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Can you do Miche x male reader? Like male y/n is a tian shifter and would do anything to protect Miche even if the others deem it wrong. 18+ smit and some angest? If you want..🥺

So sorry this took me a bit. I really had to think about it to make sure I was doing a good job with it. I did cut out the smut only because it would have been too quick for this. I really REALLY hope you like it! ❤️

On Top of the World

Pairing: Miche x Male Reader

Content: Nearly all fluff, tiny bit of angst

Word Count: ~ 2,900

Summary: Reader is a Marleyan warrior, similar to a titan shifter, and one day he feels the need to save a scout from titans.

A/N: I am totally out of my comfort zone on this one since I don’t have much experience writing for a male reader, so I hope I didn’t do terribly. Thank you for the request and I hope you like it!

You remember the first time you saved Miche. You directly disobeyed orders and followed your commander. You were told to continue forward and clear a way for him as he stayed back, moving in to interact with one of the island devils who had killed four of Zeke’s titans in a few swift movements. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him. You had never seen someone moving so quickly and smoothly. His tall body flying through the air, jumping from titan to titan, his silky hair blowing all around his face as he spun and flipped. That’s all it took for you to follow Zeke as he approached the man. Your interest already completely attached to him.

You knew you couldn’t let Zeke know you were following him so you moved around the trees, hiding in areas he couldn’t see you. You were a small titan, not like the others, certainly not like Zeke. You were a minion to him, just a little busy bee that did what he asked.

You watched as Zeke spoke to him, the horrified look in his eyes was understandable. Zeke was an intimidating titan even for you. You couldn’t believe the strength of him, trying to stand on two broken legs as titans closed around him. That’s when your body took over and you can barely remember how it happened. One moment you were hidden in the trees watching it all happen and then next moment you were running, slashing through titans with your hands and running with Miche in your arms.

He was bigger than you thought he would be, your post in the trees not close enough to get a good look.

You weren’t a titan like the other shifters. You were considered a subclass to them. A lesser version created by Marley researchers in order to grow their army. You were the first one. A prototype. Something they liked to look at in horror, yet in the same breath, confidently ask you to do their bidding. You always listened, except that day.

You watched Miche squirm in your grip and you struggled to hold him. You weren’t as strong as titans were. You were certainly stronger in your titan form than human form, but significantly weaker than a normal titan.

“I’m not trying to hurt you.” You told him, your titan voice deep and throaty. His struggling stopped and you felt his body trembling at your voice. As soon as you shook off the titans following, you slowed down and gently placed Miche on the grass. You both sat there staring at each other. Miche unable to believe what he was seeing while the realization of what you just did hit you.

“You can talk.” Miche spoke first, still taking shallow breaths. You watched his broad chest rise and fall and wondered how it compared to the size of yours when you were in your human form.

“I can.” His eyes widened again at your voice and you took a step back, not wanting to scare him. “I—I’m a titan, but I’m also human.”

You were more of a shapeshifter than a titan, though someone looking at you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. The only difference was your eyes. You struggled to remember what your eyes looked like before you became what you were. Were they brown? Maybe green? You were sure they weren’t blue, but could never be certain how sure you were. It didn’t matter. They were now a luminescent glowing swirl of purples. Something to do with the chemical injections given to you during the experimentation phase of your transformation.

You explained all of this to Miche the second time you saw him. The second time you saved him. That first day was not the last. You would save him numerous times following that day. Each time was the same. Each time he knew you were coming. You could see a smile grow on his face as he picked up your scent.

You never understood his olfactory sense no matter how many times he explained it to you. He’d laugh at the confused look on your face each time he would try.

It was difficult what you were doing. The constant disappearing caught the attention of the warriors. They were always asking where you were running off to and you had to come up with excuse after excuse, lying to your comrades to spend time with the enemy. Those labels started becoming increasingly more confusing to you as did your feelings towards the man you were secretly escaping to meet.

Visiting Paradis wasn’t always top priority for Marley and in between the times you were able to see Miche, you found yourself lying in bed at night thinking about the times you were with him. He wasn’t at all how people of that island were described to you. He was funny and caring, someone you enjoyed spending time with. You often wondered if he thought the same about you. You wouldn’t describe yourself as funny, but he laughed quite a bit when you spoke. Serious conversations turned silly when he smiled.

That night wasn’t any different than the others. You were in bed, your thoughts quickly moving to Miche again. His broad shoulders and muscular arms at the front of your mind. You learned quickly that he was very playful, always play fighting, pretending to fight you when he became restless from sitting, laughing at himself when you playfully pushed him back. You tried not to think about his smile and his laugh as you felt a growing warmth in your stomach. Fighting it only made it worse though. The nights feeling so much longer unless you gave in.

You weren’t sure what it was that kept you going back to see him each and every time. It never occurred to you that he was making the same choice as you. Deciding himself that he wanted to see you each time you were on Paradis.

“Why do you come to see me?” You finally built the courage to ask him. You were thankful in your titan form he couldn’t see what you were feeling. He was sitting in the grass, looking up at the sky and shrugged.

“What else would I do?” He smiled. “Do I get to ask you a question?”

“Sure.”

“When will you let me see you?” He finally looked away from the sky and directly at you. You tried to bring your eyebrows together, but your titan form prevented it, leaving you just staring at him.

“What do you mean? You’re seeing me now.”

“The real you.” He clarified.

He wanted to see you in your human form? What for? Was he trying to weaken you? This whole time was he trying to get closer to you in order to use you. He was using you to get to Marley, the get to the other warriors. He didn’t actually care about you. You didn’t know why you were thinking these things, but you were, you couldn’t help it.

“It’s fine, you don’t—”

“Why would you want to see me in my human form?” You stood up.

“Because I want to see you.” He laughed. Maybe it was a nervous laugh, but it felt like he was mocking you.

“What does it matter what I look like? Is that what you care about?” Miche stood up. He realized what you were feeling even without being able to see it or hear it in your tone.

“Y/N, I care about you.” He brought his hand to yours and you looked down at it. It was so small compared to yours, but you knew in your human form it would be so much bigger, able to completely cover yours as he closed his fingers around your hand. You pulled your hand away.

“You don’t care about me. If you did, you wouldn’t ask that.” You took a step back.

“I do ca—”

“You just want to see me weak and small. I’m not weak.” “I know you’re not. I wasn’t—Y/N, I wasn’t saying—”

He stopped speaking when you turned around and ran away, heading to meet back up with your comrades. Maybe they were right. Maybe this place was full of devils only out to get everyone. It didn’t feel right. None of it felt right. You felt confused and hurt. Why would Miche be like that? How could he be like that? He wasn’t anything like what you thought people here would be like. He was different. He had to be different. But when you thought about what he asked, you weren’t sure.

If he did care about you, why would he want to see you in a different way? If he cared about you in your titan form, that was how he saw you. Strong, tall, intimidating, a warrior. Why would he want your human form? Your human form was small, it was weak, it was tired and nothing special. That wasn’t what Miche cared about. He knows you as the titan that saved him. The tough, the durable, the giant titan that he could rely on. You were nothing like that in your human form. Nothing. He may not have known it, but you knew it. If he did care about you, it could only be in your titan form.

You stopped running. It was as if a wall were in front of you and you would hit it if you kept running, but the feeling you felt was more of a pull coming from behind you. A feeling that stopped you from leaving. You couldn’t. You felt something on your face and went to wipe it. Tears? You didn’t even know you could cry in this form.

There was a buzzing sound coming from behind you. You had never heard it before, but you knew what it was. That special gear the people of the island used to get around titans. The sound got closer and closer until it was right behind you, stopping suddenly and then you heard heavy breathing.

You couldn’t bring yourself to turn around. Even if all the reasons in your head told you to turn around. All the training you had told you to turn around, never turn your back on an enemy, but you didn’t. Miche wasn’t the enemy. Even though you knew the man you had fallen in love with was standing behind you, you didn’t turn around. You couldn’t.

“I won’t ask you to do it again.” He panted. “It really doesn’t matter to me what form you’re in.”

“Then why did you ask?” You stayed with your back to him.

“I… I don’t know.” He paused and you could almost hear his worry. “If this is the form you want me to see, if this is who you want to be, if this is who you are… I will love you either way.”

Love?

You turned your head, looking back at him and he smiled. The smile that set of everything. Your feelings, the reason you kept coming back. There was a familiar tingle in your spine and you cried out, your body shaking and bones cracking. Your transition from human to titan often went smoother than the other way around. It was painful and took much longer, your body tensing and sweating as it pushed through the unnatural process.

Your eyes were closed, but you could feel Miche’s eyes on you as your body twitched and shrunk down to half, a third, a quarter of the titan size. You struggled, but you managed to open them up enough to blink away the tears and see Miche’s face. He didn’t have the look of horror that you were expecting. There wasn’t even a look of disgust like you were used to from many of the Marleyan soldiers. It was a look you had never seen anyone give you before. It was a look you could only describe as adoration.

As soon as the shift was complete, you were forced to take shallow breaths as you tried to get enough air for your body. You held what was left of your pants to your stomach, trying your best to adjust to your weaker form. Your muscles felt tired, almost too tired to hold you up. This was a transition the other warriors never had to feel, they always kept their human form, hiding it in their titan’s nape. You, however, became something different, needing a period of adjustment as your remembered how to use your smaller body.

You took one final deep breath and slowly turned around. Miche stood in the same spot, unmoved from when he landed before your shifting started. You opened your mouth to say something, but you didn’t know what to say. There wasn’t really anything you could say.

Miche took a slow step forward, another slow step after that, and another step after that. Each step getting quicker than the previous one until he was standing in front of you. It felt strange and you knew he felt it too. You had never had to look up at him and he never had to look down at you.

He looked almost apprehensive as he stared at your face, trying to find parts of your titan face in your human one. He wouldn’t though, you were completely different. He looked into your eyes, the familiar swirling waves of purple and his face relaxed.

“Your eyes are the same.” He spoke softly.

“They don’t change.” His body stiffened slightly at your voice. It made sense. He had never heard you speak before and you wondered if it was uncomfortable for him to hear. He sniffed the air in front of you lightly.

“Your scent is the same too.”

“I—”

“So this is you?” He asked. The question completely unnecessary because you both knew it was. Still, you found it difficult to speak the confirmation and instead just nodded, having to quickly look away. You weren’t sure if it was discomfort or embarrassment, maybe even shame.

You weren’t that small for a man. You were very average, but to a titan, you were small. To Miche, you were small. You thought of the first time you saw him, flying through the sky over the titans, twisting and spinning as he cut their nape. You remembered his heavy breathing and thought about how big he would seem if you were standing with him as you were in that moment.

Before you even really thought about it, your hand had lifted up, moving towards where your eyes lay on his chest. You were hesitant to touch him, not even really sure if he was okay with you being close to him. You looked like an entirely different person than he was used to. You started pulling your hand away, dropping it to your side and Miche grabbed it, pulling it to his chest and holding it there.

You didn’t even have time to enjoy it because soon after he wrapped his arms around your body and lifted you up from the ground. Your legs were swinging as he spun in a circle and laughed, his smile seemed different somehow and before you knew it, you were smiling with him. The feeling of his strong arms wrapping around you felt so warm, your heart was slamming in your chest at the feeling.

He set you down quickly, moving his hands to your cheeks, cupping your jaw and pressing his lips to yours. Your eyes went wide, your hands holding his shoulders, and you forgot to breathe. There was a strange buzzing in your body that you had never felt before. It moved through you quickly and settled in your stomach. It felt good. You felt high. You felt like you were on top of the world.

Your eyes slowly closed and you opened your mouth, your arms going around Miche’s neck to pull him closer to you. His tongue brushed over yours as his arms moved around your waist and he pulled you up, spinning you in a circle again. It was a feeling you wouldn’t have been able to describe to anyone and a feeling that no one had ever told you that you could feel.

He set you back down and smiled into your lips, pulling away. You had expected Miche to look at you differently once he saw you, the real you. What you hadn’t expected was how different he looked to you. His eyes were brighter, his smile wider, his voice warmer.

You both took a deep breath and smiled, his hand finding yours and holding it tightly while he swung it back and forth.

“I think I might be able to take you on now.” He joked. You looked up at him, trying to guess what he was talking about and he put his arms up, play punching your shoulder and you laughed.

“I can always shift back.” You jokingly threatened, lightly pushing his shoulder.

“Not yet.” He grabbed your hand and pulled it behind his back, bringing you up against his chest. “Just a little longer like this.”

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starliis · 2 years

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Can you do mike,levi,erwin,kenny reacting curvy/thick reader twerking on them?? Whatever u please

𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐤; 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

— 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: on the night before the retaking of wall maria, elite members, veterans, and rookie contingents of the survey corps dwell in celebration.

— 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞/𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: mature 18+, sensual dancing, sexual attraction, romance, etc.

— 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: will get a bit steamy, some scenarios differ from original plot | aot fans check out masquerade blind! reader x eren.

— 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: curvy/thick reader - levi ackerman, erwin smith, miche zacharius, and kenny ackerman.

𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍; humanities strongest captain.

Listening carefully to the music, you began to re-create a traditional dance -- created by the people of your hometown. Unlike most, you're a thick and curvaceous female by nature. This trait makes it hard to find clothing true to size. Still, this is a body you firmly believe to be beautiful. As comfortable as you are in your own skin, you're thankful for being strong enough to take criticism and fight.

Brownie points to that ass and them thighs, though — they shake wonders.

As the melody began to slow down, so did the winding of your hips; the sway following the beat flawlessly. In the midst of your performance though, a speck of black caught your eye. Deep in the corner of the room, stood a well-dressed, muscular figure. After completing another full-spin, you glanced towards the area again. Eyes widened in absolute shock at the reveal. Standing in the crowd was the Captain Levi, himself. Something about his aura made him look enduring and delectable. That onyx black hair, parted perfectly in the middle with beautiful, shimmering grey orbs and buttery skin.

He dressed quite charming tonight, wearing a crisp suit with a black coat, a white button up, and his signature cravat. All that time spent admiring him lead to him catching you. The two of you made direct eye contact, the intensity of it caught you off guard. It's as if he were staring into your soul. Inhaling softly, a spurge of courage sprouted and you found yourself casually drifting over to him -- like that, your hands fell to your knees in a low squatting stance before sensually thrusting your ass and hips near him. Within a few minutes, you were rubbing against the glorious man.

Unknowingly to you, he stiffened up at the contact — his gleaming orbs watching the movement of your body as it rubbed against his muscular thighs and pelvis. In the midst of it all, his hand grasps the waist firmly and for a moment it doesn’t move. Once the momentum started to slow down, he presses towards the center of your stomach and pushes you back up; back to chest. The instrumental slowed in tempo, cueing the end of the dance. There was a ringing silence before the crowd erupted in cheers. That’s when you realized, everyone had been watching in utter amazement. Caught in a trance at the performance. Embarrassed, you turned to look at the male — the sight you saw almost made you melt into a puddle.

Levi’s sharp orbs never leave yours, his jaw is clenched, and those buttery cheeks twinged pink in the slightest. Overall, he didn’t look too pleased. However, with his authority and rank he made sure to clarify that with his subordinates; he only had to glare once and everyone was back to dancing and minding their own business.

His attention then turned back to you. By now, his hand reached the base of your neck.

“Did you enjoy yourself there?”

His question makes you want to turn invisible — but for the sake of humanity you decided to face reality.

“I shouldn’t have gotten that personal with you,” you responded — there goes that soft and beautifully flirtatious voice; smooth and angelic. “It’s the only dance that reminds me of my hometown.”

A shimmering gleam in is orbs almost makes you melt. Silently, he hums at the statement, “Is that right?”

“It is,” you replied, bodies still back to chest.

Though, he is as stoic and monotone as they come — he never tries to hide his feelings, they're actually clear as day to one watching closely. The man is just brilliant at keeping them in check. But as of right now, he’s slipping just a bit.

“A bit of advice, don’t go tossing your ass on just anyone. These hormonal fucks might get the wrong idea,” he responds, tone deep and demanding. So unnaturally attractive. “Be careful next time.”

“I can’t promise I won’t— especially, if it’s you,” you muttered, so softly, he almost didn’t catch it. Cheeks heating up because though flirtatious, it’s the most sincere feeling; truthfully so.

Levi froze at the statement, his hand squeezed the portion of fat on your waist. Those gorgeous, grey, shimmering orbs made direct contact with your own [eye color] ones. The intensity of his stare made you melt, but what really caused your face to heat up is the emotion that flashed through them; almost like a hunger. Immediately, he pulled himself away.

Stuffing both hands in the pockets of his jacket, he walked away calmly and without a word. As soon as he got to the frame though, he paused, “I’ll be in my office — come find me in twenty; for a private session that is.”

“Looking forward to it,” you responded as you watched him leave the room. A secluded twerk session on the captain? Boy, did you swoon.

𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐇; commander of the scout.

With a warm and calming smile, you sauntered towards the middle of the dining room floor. The music blazed softly through the scene, serving as a wonderful source of entertainment. By now, the sun had completely set against the horizon allowing the night to take over. Every star within the sky complimented the rooms dim lighting perfectly. The shimmering lights ignited the place in ways candles couldn't. It's the ideal scene for a midnight show.

Releasing a shallow breath, your hips followed the rhythm of the melody flawlessly. Slowly, you began to walk closer to the crowd. Listening carefully to the jingling tune, you began your home's national dance. As you danced beautifully for your spectators: the goofy soldiers. Wanting to enjoy every moment, you place your hands on your knees and dance directly on whoever seemed to be near. Shaking some ass isn’t uncommon where you’re from. It’s a form of art and is recognized as a national performance.

Unknowingly to you, the gorgeous display caught the eye of wandering visitors: some of the unique status. Humming, you neared the end of the performance.

A slow but loud clap was heard from behind, startling you so bad that you almost stumbled and fell to the ground. Sheepishly, you turned to face the person receiving the dance treatment and of course it had to be the man in charge himself.

Commander Erwin, the face of the scout regiment and leading contender in military success thus far. Missing an arm, he pat his hand against his chest to replicate the sound of applause.

"That was quite the show," the stern male muttered, his smothering blue orbs staying glued firmly on your face.

"Erwin," you muttered, startled by the man. "Fancy seeing you here — I apologize for dancing on you. Are you waiting for someone specific? Levi, maybe?"

He released a soft and delicate sigh, his presence moving closer. The commander stood tall, body towering over your form. He placed a firm hand upon your shoulder, "That was the initial goal, until I got sidetracked by all of the commotion — i’ve never seen movements like that? Must’ve been something you learned from the mainland, yes?”

A smile rose at the genuine interest he had concerning the origin of your dance. As unusual as it may appear to the citizens of the city, twerking is nothing to the people of your hometown. During parties like this, you aren’t usually throwing it back against someone. He just happened to get lucky.

Anyway, nodding at his question you have a brief overview of it, “It’s a well-known dance created by the villagers of my hometown; all of the rhythm goes down to the hips.”

“I see,” he responds, carefully picking his next set of words. “How does one follow those movements?”

Is he asking—? No fucking way, he is! A devious smile falls on your cheeks and you raise a hand to him, “Care to follow my lead?”

“Of course,” he chuckles lightly, wishing to stay and fool around a bit more with the captain he holds dear to his heart. Although duty calls, he wants to enjoy a lasting moment for once in his life. It’s perfectly clear to anyone listening, that amongst the scouts, you're the only soldier that openly relays an earnest respect of high-ranked leader. For a good reason that remains unknown to the recruits but known to the veterans.

As his one hand slides against yours, they grasped each other in a sealed deal.

Sometimes forget you’re not built like everyone else. With this gorgeous shape and feminine charm, you’d put any man to sleep. And tonight, the big bad commander is under your spell.

𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 𝐙𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒; sharpest leading soldier.

At the crack of dawn, the evening bell rang loudly. Suddenly, the quiet corridors become filled with the gentle chatter and trembling footsteps of soldiers who smell good and look nice. Now, entering the dining hall made things even sweeter. A banquet of savory meats, handmade soup, freshly baked breads wafted through the halls — a rare but glamorous sight. Simmering lights cascaded down the walls, igniting the room with such a beautifully warm toned sparkle. The tables were decorated with cloth and refreshments.

Like everyone else, your jaw dropped at the decor. How much of the budget went into funding just one night of fun? Hell, some members even managed to produce music. A smile rises upon your cheeks at the sight, everything seemed to fall right into place — good company, dancing, and rhythm; this is definitely your type of party.

Leaning against the roof of your shoulder, Miche takes it upon himself to inhale the fragrance of your silk black dress, “You smell good; this a new soap or something?”

“Yeah,” you responded, laughing at the irony: the man’s nose is just so incredibly sharp. “Bought another pack yesterday— berries and cream, they call it.”

Nuzzling into the crevice of your neck, he takes another whiff. Completely enamored with the scent of his beloved wife, “Wear it more often; it suits you.”

“Dully noted for future reference,” you chuckled, pulling the man’s head back away from the body — his hazel orbs lazily stared into the deepest section of your own [color] eyes.

A familiar song is played by the instruments, this prompted a gleam of excitement to shoot through your retinas — a shimmer he recognized all too well.

“You’re about to ask me to dance with you, huh?”

Pinching his cheeks playfully, you nodded softly, “This is our song, remember? How can you not want to?”

“The entire regiment will be watching,” Miche sighed, as he places the palm of his hand against his chin. “I’d just prefer to not have to crack a kid’s skull for looking at you the wrong way.”

To be fair, he has a valid point. Out of all the female contingent’s, you’re the outcast when it comes to body type; a very soft and shapely figure with a very nice, bouncy ass. Though, Miche isn’t new to your hometown’s form of dancing, he doesn’t appreciate the attention it gets from others.

“What can I say, it’s in my blood — besides, you’re the only one I’d ever dance with,” you replied with a shrug before gently coaxing the man out of his seating.

Miche lived to see you smile and he knew by following your lead, it’d never go away. Which is why he reluctantly agreed to participate. With the tempo speeding up, so did the both of you. Slowly, you winded down into a semi-squat before allowing the ruthless rhythm to carry the movement of your hips. From behind, he followed suit smoothly. Matching the motion flawlessly. Growing up in a neighboring village, he also learned how to keep up with this form of dancing: twerking as some would call it.

The first time he witnessed it from you was on your wedding night, every single time that ass would clap he’d loose his mind. Dude could barely breathe by the end of it. Nowadays, he manages his composure all to well. Hands on your hips and allowing you to guide and show him something pleasant. Doesn’t help that he’s slightly possessive, will subtly glare down anyone who dares look this way.

He can’t blame you though, that body is far too enticing. Even so, he’ll have a lot to say once it’s all over.

𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍; the king’s bodyguard.

Laughing with the silly members of this legion, you downed yet another cup of wine — everything seemed to be going just fine. This being the night before humanity’s biggest mission; everything is riding on the success of regaining wall maria. Many deaths are to be expected, but considering the circumstances things should be just fine.

At least, that’s what you’ll be hoping for. Anywho, the reality didn’t strike as hard when alcohol entered your system. Instead, a intense desire to re-create a sensual dance did.

With the beating music and upbeat tempo, you found yourself shifting to the dance floor. Being a squad leader requires precision and structure; which you embody for the most part. However, on a night like this where the future is uncertain, nothing will be stopping you from releasing a bit of steam and having some fun.

Following the intense taping of the drums, your hips flourished and bounce. Nothing else seemed to matter but you and the original melody being played. So much that you didn’t realize how close you happened to be towards another human body. Rocking your hips sensually, you kneeled halfway and popped that ass with glee.

Of course, the figure standing behind you seemed unfazed by this provocative form of art. Instead, they merely watched in silence before placing a hand on the center of your waist.

Almost shrieking in fright, you stood up and looked back at the male.

“With a body like that, you outta pay more attention to your surroundings,” he says, face hidden beneath a hat.

If you didn’t know any better you’d say he was some weird alleyway creep. But the moment he looked up and revealed that crooked smirk and silver orbs, you realized.

Clicking your teeth in annoyance, you crossed your arms and stared firmly into his eyes unaffected by his presence, “Well, isn’t this exciting. The hell are you doing here, Kenny?”

Of course, though this is a scouts only party — some other people managed to sneak in because of all the common and chaos.

“I love it when you say my name with such passion,” he responds calmly, hands falling into his pocket. “I’m here on orders; a party like this isn’t exactly a walk in the ball park for me, sweetness.”

His tone is just as sarcastic and un-ammused as your own. A deafening silence controls the air and nobody speak for a moment. Breaking composure, you laugh out loud and raise your hands for a hug. Following suit the idiot does the same, drawing you in for a second before letting go — the two of you go way back. Though apart of different sections of service he’s always held a special place in your heart. From time to time you’d playfully act like you hate each other’s guts.

“It’s been a while, you old dust-bag,” you begin, patting his arm. “Couldn’t send a letter or two? Y’know keep in touch.”

“Don’t you start — these days have been hell on earth and you know it,” he responds, tilting his hat slightly. His silver orbs gleaming softly. “Besides we’ve got other things to talk about.”

Crossing your arms, you awaited his explanation, “Like—?”

“For starters, when’d you learn to dance like that?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” reaching forth, you grab his hand as you say it; pulling him to dance with you after all this time. Of course he’d forget about your hometown, the memory on this one is tragic. Smiling softly, you started to slowly move your hips again.

Grumbling in irritation, he merely follows your lead — “I don’t have any ass to be shaking like you do sweetheart.”

“I’d hope not — would make me jealous,” you laughed, moving around him and dancing more. “You just relax and let me handle all the work.”

Kenny had no complaints — in fact, he was the quietest he’s ever been.

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ghost-rullx · 2 years

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RULES AND SOME INFORMATION

MASTERLIST.

Requests: OPEN.

What I write:

Male, GN, genderfluid, nonbinary, and trans reader.

Platonic stuff.

NSFW (I'm not good at it, but I make an effort).

SFW.

Character x character (this depends on who the characters are).

Angst, fluff, basically anything :).

What I will not write:

Abuse.

Pedophilia.

Teacher/student.

Matchups.

Male!preg or omega verse (I'm sorry, but I have no idea how to write that).

Some information before starting:

I will try to write as much as I can, however, I ask for respect and patience, I'm also a human and I cannot do everything at once <3.

Constructive criticism is welcome!! I would love for you to help me improve in what I do.

Homophobia, transphobia, or anything like that will be blocked, this is meant to be a safe and healthy space.

Please respect my rules, I really don't want to block anyone.

English is not my native language so I apologize for any misspelling or grammar mistakes.

You can find my masterlist using the #masterlist from this post.

Fandom list (I will add or remove fandoms):

The phantom of the opera (& related fandoms).

Erik (The Phantom). (2004 movie, Leroux, Susan Kay, the play by Andrew Lloyd Webber)

Christine Daaé.

Meg Giry.

Raoul de Chagny.

Nadir Khan.

BNHA.

All the students (except Monoma).

All the teachers.

Dabi.

Shigaraki.

Toga.

Twice.

Sherlock Holmes (either the BBC show or the book).

Sherlock Holmes.

John Watson.

Mycroft Holmes.

Greg Lestrade.

Molly Hooper.

Hannibal (& related fandoms).

Hannibal Lecter.

Will Graham.

Harry Potter (& related fandoms).

Harry Potter.

All the Weasley.

Draco Malfoy.

Hermione Granger.

The Marauders.

Severus Snape.

Scamander brothers.

Tina Goldstein.

Queenie Goldstein.

Percy Jackson (& related fandoms, i love uncle Rick).

Honestly, I'm more than willing to write about most of them.

Demon slayer.

The Hashiras.

Tanjiro Kamado.

Nezuko Kamado.

Zenitsu Agatsuma.

Inosuke Hashibira.

Marvel (Either MCU or comics, with this I include X-Men, fantastic four, Deadpool ...).

Honestly, I'm more than willing to write about most of them.

Slashers.

Michael Myers.

Brahms Heelshire.

Bubba Sawyer.

Thomas Hewitt

Jason Vorhees.

Billy Loomis.

Stu Macher.

Jigsaw (John Kramer).

The Sinclair brothers.

Attack on titan.

Erwin Smith.

Levi Ackerman.

Hange Zoë.

Mike Zacharius.

Eren Jaeger.

Mikasa Ackerman.

Armin Arlert.

Jean Kirschtein.

Connie Springer.

Zeke Jaeger.

DC comics.

Honestly, I'm more than willing to write about most of them.

Encanto (however, Antonio will be strictly platonic).

Honestly, I'm more than willing to write about most of them.

Arcane.

Everyone.

Especially Silco.

Obey me.

Everyone as well.

Luke will be strictly platonic.

Mystic Messenger.

Everyone except Rika.

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shewolfofficial · 5 years

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First of all, i ADORE your work, please keep it up. Second of all, would you mind doing a levi x reader where they were friends in the underground but unfortunately reader gets captured by the survey corp, and she abandones levi, farlan, and isabell. A couple years later reader comes back down with erwin and mike to capture some thugs, and is mildly suprised to find out it was levi she had to capture? Sorry if its too complicated, you dont have to do it!

Underground LeTS GOOOO

Warning: Cursing

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// Flashback \

Bulleting through the ‘sky’ of the underground you flicked your gaze over your shoulder to the hooded figures that bounded after you like a pack of hunting dogs after a fox. Clicking your tongue you retracted your hooks resulting in you plummeting towards the ground, rolling along the ground you set off in a sprint. Swiftly and skillfully dodging groups and singular people as you ran through the endless streets.

The uncomforting ringing of footsteps echoed in your ears as you continued down the streets, taking a sharp turn into an alleyway you heard a person chasing you by themselves. Grunting you launched yourself off the wall and back towards the person resulting in you kicking the person in the face, the person turned out to be a woman with goggles and brown hair. Stumbling backward with a shriek she fell on her butt groaning, rolling your eyes you shot up into the air again. ‘Levi won’t be one bit impressed when I tell him I’m being chased by these dogs again..’ you thought flying in through a window of a building. Quickly making your way through the building you ended up in some bar at the top. Skidding over the counter you launched yourself back out the window and took off again ignoring the angry cries of drunken men that cursed at you for spilling and breaking their drinks.

Looking over your shoulder again you failed to notice a taller figure coming for you from above, catching a glimpse of them at the last second you whipped out your blade as a man with charming blue eyes and blonde hair came down on top of you sending you both off track and falling towards the ground wrestling and fighting.

Slashing at the man’s arm you made a fine cut along his forearm that seeped with crimson blood almost immediately, hissing in pain he charged at you again. Suddenly a force came from behind you, knocking the wind out of your lungs as you fell forward. Stumbling and coughing you lay on your side grumbling curses to yourself.

The blade you held was kicked out of your hand a couple feet away, a firm grip was present on your wrists as you heard a click of handcuffs around them. Sending a glare to the male that stood in front of you that wrapped a cloth around his injured arm he glanced down to you with a firm stare. ‘’Y/N L/N am I correct?’’ the blonde asked, staying silent you stared up to him with a dull expression. ‘’Woah! Erwin you got her! She’s a feisty one ain't she?’’ the same woman from earlier appeared from beside you, a clear bruise on her cheek as she smiled down to you. Growling at her in frustration you switched your gaze back to the blonde in front of you. ‘’She’s not talking, but, if she doesn’t say anything we could just hand her over to the Military Police… They wouldn’t treat you very nice while you’re there considering the crimes you’ve committed’’ the blonde stated watching me frown at him.

‘’So, I’ll give you one last chance, what’s your name?’‘ he said again, lowering your head to the ground beneath you-you sighed ‘’Y/N.. you said it earlier blonde bitch’‘. The man chuckled and knelt down in front of you ‘‘we’ll let your crimes slip, only if you join us Y/N… we could use your strength in the Survey Corps so what do you say?’‘ he offered as you once again went into silence. ‘’First, what’s your name’s?’’ you snarled to the three around you, the male motioned to the woman who sent you a friendly smile ‘’that’s Hanji Zoe, the man behind you is Miche Zacharius and I’m Erwin Smith, Commander of the Scout Regiment’’ he introduced earning a low nod from you.

‘‘Alright Smith.. I’ll join your band of freaks’‘

Before I kill you.

// Flashback End \

It’s been two years since you were taken in from the underground, it took a while for you to get used to being above ground and not being with Levi, Isabel and Farlan but you couldn’t just leave the Scouts now. As much as you wanted to go back to Levi you knew if you tried you’d be hunted down and Levi would be found out and captured as well, what girlfriend would do that to her boyfriend?

Not you

So you stayed silent.

Following Erwin and Miche down the staircase of your birthplace, your face scrunched up in disgust from the familiar stale smell that stretched to every part of the underground. Soon arriving at the bottom of the staircase you glanced around as Erwin spoke with some MP’s that guarded the entrance to the staircase. ‘’Y/N, Miche lets go and find these criminals… Sooner the better we’re out of here..’’ Erwin mumbled walking ahead, looking to Miche he sent you a nod of reassurance as you both trailed behind Erwin.

Strolling through the filth covered streets you looked to the poor people who lay around begging for money, selling things or just standing around minding their own business. Noticing Erwin put up his hood you done the same with Miche, people moving out of your way as you walked along the streets. The Wings Of Freedom crest showing brightly that warned people not to interfere with the business you three were down in that pigsty for.

‘‘Y/N you know these streets like the back of your hand right?’‘ Erwin said taking a glimpse to your shorter form over his shoulder, nodding you continued to look around as you walked. ‘‘Yeah, even though I haven’t been here in a while I still know the place from top to bottom..’‘ you mumbled as Miche sniffed the air. ‘‘What is it doggy?’‘ you teased Miche as he rolled his eyes playfully at your name you gave him ‘‘nothing Y/N’‘ he responded back plainly.

// Time Skip \

Landing on the ground with your hood up you walked past Farlan and Isabel who were being restrained, sauntering over next to Erwin you crossed your arms looking down to Levi who has gotten more incredibly handsome since you last saw him. His gunmetal eyes went up and down your hooded figure before you pulled your hood down and raised an eyebrow down to the male.

Eyes widening a fraction Levi stared up at awe to you, soon hearing Isabel shriek to you-you ignored her as you kept your E/C orbs trained on Levi. ‘’Y/N he’s not saying a thing, is he mute?’’ Erwin asked, shaking your head you knelt down in front of Levi as he furrowed his thin eyebrows at you. ‘’You left us for these bastards.. Where you planning it all along L/N?’’ he seethed, rolling your eyes you clicked your tongue ‘’no I wasn’t planning it all along, they captured me and here I am now’’ you state looking over your shoulder to Erwin. ‘’Mind if we have a chat for a minute or two just around the corner?’’ you ask as Erwin hesitantly nods, thanking the blonde you haul Levi up to his feet and take him around a corner a little bit further away from the group.

‘‘Levi, you can just make this all easier and stop being so stubborn… I joined the Scouts, I’m still alive.. It’s not as bad as you think..’‘ you tell him letting go of his handcuffs leaning against the wall of the building. Sending you a glare he shook his head ‘‘why would I join you, you left us after all.. do you know how much shit I went through after you didn’t come back that night?’‘ he snarled as you cocked a brow, running your hands through your hair you flicked your gaze to him then back to the ground. ‘‘You’re so stubborn if you refuse to join us Erwin will hand you and the other two to the MP’s! They’ll fucking torture you Levi, they’ll probably kill you!’‘ you exclaim as he sighs in annoyance.

Shaking your head you turned to your last resort of trying to get him to join you.

Appearing in front of Levi in a split second you cupped his soft cheeks, giving him a pleading look as his gaze tore into your own. ‘’Levi please… Come with me.. I won’t leave you again as long as you come with me’’ you plead as his gaze softens, sighing and giving into your pleading he looks to the ground. ‘’Fine I’ll join you.. dear..’’

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