Hear Me Out ~

Hear me out ~

⚠️ Season 3 Spoilers ⚠️

when Levi was younger, his mother would always hum a certain song to him, he can’t remember the words,but he can remember the tune perfectly.

He often finds himself humming it when he’s stressed or upset about something.

One day after a very tough expedition, Commander Erwin called him to his office, they were talking about casualties and things of the sort.

The conversation died down and Levi was about to leave when he heard Erwin humming the same tune that always comforted him.

He turned around and looked at him, memories of Kuchel filling his mind.

He felt relaxed, he hadn’t even realised how tense he was.

It became a normal thing for Them to hum to each other when either was stressed or upset.

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When Erwin Died, Levi went back to his body and hummed the song to him for one final time.

fun fact: Christian Slater (the very original 1988 JD) voices Rand Ridley from Netflix's 2021 original Inside Job! :)

Yes! When inside job first came out i was so excited to hear him as Rand!! Christian is my Favourite Actor so i was so happy! :)

(He also voiced pips from ferngully (1992)) !

Credit:- @4nglic4_

Hawks unironically listens to the Rio soundtrack because bird movie and he genuinely finds the soundtrack absolutely bussin bussin and you’ll have to pry this shitpost headcanon from my cold, dead hands before I drop this. You CANNOT TELL ME you can’t imagine this cute ass mf walking on a roof during a patrol and fucking HOT WINGS comes on in his headphones and he drops whatever he’s doing just to do a little dance to the rhythm and sing along to our iconic line, “I wanna party, I wanna samba~” cutie probably actually learned to samba, too. 

* Levi Ackerman Headcannons *

He isn’t into PDA but he will give you head pats or just ruffle your hair when around other people.

His Love language is acts of service, I feel like he isn’t great with words, so he would express his feelings by bringing you tea, cleaning your office, checking your odm gear is working properly, things like that.

Since he has insomnia he would probably watch you sleep on a sofa next to his desk while he works.

If your sleeping in the bed he would peek his head through the door every few minutes just to make sure you’re ok.

He absolutely adores when you stroke his hair and scratch his undercut with your nails.

He loves going on walks with you.

I feel like he’d be scared of thunderstorms (because of what happened with Isabel and Farlan) so when one happens he would be curled up under a blanket and you would just have to hold him and tell him everything is going to be okay.

Every time he goes into town he would bring you home a little trinket that reminds him of you.

If he did finally have some time to sleep and rest he would probably lay his head on your chest while you run your fingers through his hair.

Or if he’s not laying his head on your chest, he is holding onto your arm with his face nuzzled into your shoulder.

One of his favourite pastimes is Sitting in front of the fire, reading a book, with you curled up beside him sleeping.

Or Him laying his head on your lap while you read outloud to him.

He likes when you hug him from behind.

He’s Actually Hilarious, like I don’t think he realises how funny he actually is.

He will just randomly poke your cheek.

He has really fluffy and silky hair.

He smells like Mint and Vanilla with the occasional scent of bleach.

He gets flustered really easily.

Most likely would fall asleep on your shoulder

Synopsis: They say communication is key when it comes to a relationship. But how does one communicate when they’ve got the confidence of a penny compared to their Adonis-like boyfriend of a man? Not to mention the tortoise-like pace movement occurring between the relationship. How does one confide that their heat is a few days away and you would kindly like to be fucked into oblivion? Vice versa, how do you tell your shy bunny that you want her ass up, face down as you imagine impregnating her? What happens when your heat and your boyfriend’s rut happen the same week and fail to inform the other? Chaos happens.

Pairing: Hawks (Keigo Takami) x Bunny!reader

Genre: Smut (with a dash of fluff)

Word: 11.8K

Warnings: Hawks is WHIPPED, dry humping, feral Hawks, Hawks drops you in the sky but it’s alright, phone sex, dirty talk, slight wing kink, Reader and Hawks are lowkey dumbass, communication is key, wall sex, oral sex (receiving), fingering, Keigo’s thicc dicc, Hawks touches your bunny ears, slightly exhibitionism (like you find out in the end), Rumi is there for like a sec, fingers in mouth, all might is a cock block

Art by: ajkk on zerochan

Friday - Day of Heat and Rut (respectively)

Who would have thunk? Not Keigo that’s for hell sure. Even if his very corrupted mind and very aroused body laid present at the moment, he still could not have expected the actions to occur. How can he when not so long ago (four days in fact) he could not have imagined himself in such a provocative position with you? Not to take away anything from your smoking hot body that he’d thought about more times than he’d like to admit in the latest of nights as his hand stroked his sensitive cock. No, your looks were not an issue, but the pace of your relationship could have been the key opponent for why he never expected to see himself, to see you, to see you both in such positions. 

Your cheeks flushed a glorious red that could battle the crimson of his fluttering wings, painted to display the clear arousal. Competing against the fucked overglaze in your doe-eyed orbs that streamed tears of anticipation and oversensitivity. The innocence in your eyes alone was enough to continue painting the image of your sweet and innocent bunny he knew you as. 

Fucken liar. 

It seemed in one night, one action he learned more about your inner thoughts and personality than the six months of pining and playing cat and mouse with you. The small scientist you were in his eyes. Adorable, precious, he could wrap you in his wings and take you away. Coo at you as he smirked seeing the pink meet your cheeks and your gaze fall to the floor. Your button nose twitching and boy did he have the urge to lean over and press his lips to it just so he could see his bunny wither and let out that sweet melody of a squeal from his bold moves. 

You were the bunny who was too shy to accept his flirtatious words and would stutter over your words as your face went from pink to red. The cute bunny who would not accept his many dates no matter how suave he attempted to be in hopes to rope you in and it was the gracious (yet annoyingly) string-pulling of old woman Rumi to get you to accept one date (which turned to several and several). His bunny who looked like a goddess reincarnated in his coat and unknowingly (or knowingly) ruffled his feathers with so much as one touch. He swears every part of him felt what could be equivalent to a drug haze from your first kisses. 

And what felt like a drug haze before could not compare to the euphoric bliss induced state he was floating through now. And it was all thanks to his bunny. 

His sexy, alluring, luscious, tempting bunny who was more than meets the eyes. 

Arms tied above your head with a cardinal satin piece of cloth (one of several R-rated items that you owned without his knowing). Your top, long removed, allowing the voluptuous breasts of yours he so often wished to have in his mouth to suck and nip out for his display. Marks covered them entirely, reminding him of his former actions. Sweat coated your body, a trail from your stomach leading down a trail where only your black lace panties barely covered you. His hawk (no pun intended) gaze sees the slickness sticking and coating your captivating thighs left with bruises made from his hands and mouth. 

“Keigo,” Your whimper pulled him from his admiration of hard work, gold met your blissed-out gaze. 

“Please,,, do something. I can’t take it anymore. Please.” You pleaded as if your life depended on it. The sentence alone was enough to send his cock shifting within his last remaining undergarment. Felt against your thigh he watched you struggle to lean your body downward in an attempt to match your clothed pussy to his cock (a failed attempt resulting in your whimpers and white ears on your head to twitch). 

How was it you, his shy bunny who still blushed when your gazes met, could unravel and release the submissive underneath begging for his cock inside of you? Holding a gaze that was pleading to be ruined, dominated, and treated like the fuck doll you were. His mate to-be what he wished the absolute most right now- to breed, to pump her full of his cum so that you bear his young and claim you officially, forever as his. 

His,,, his,,, his. 

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