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#levi ackerman modern au
heichou-ackerman · 11 months
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more modern au levi fluff
levi x fem!reader (this time)
I had this one on draft for a bit, more of a situational thing about Levi being too fucking handsome for his own good
TW: Just a lot of cussing really
Going out anywhere public with Levi was always a personal challenge for you. It was ironic, you were the one beginning and dragging him to come along with you to shop or grab a coffee somewhere, wanting to be able to do things a little bit differently than just minding yourselves at his place, but once you both arrived somewhere mildly public, regret began to instantly fill you up. 
Now, you understood Levi wasn’t the most charming or socially outgoing person in the world. In fact, this was one of the things you liked about him, that he minded his own business and didn’t have a need to project himself out into the world. For him, a ‘perfect’ day with you was to sit down at home, brew up some tea, and sit quietly with you while reading some book and you tapped away at your phone. Initially you had no problems with this, wanting to spend as much time as you wanted with him, but you admitted to him wanting to start doing things outside the typical routine. He fought with you about it at first, but you knew he would eventually give in for the sake of making you happy (and for you to shut up about it.)
It was so bizarre. Well, not really, you understood why he got the type of attention he did. Again, Levi was not the most approachable or socially charming guy, and in being realistic about things, it wasn’t like his stature was the most sought after feature. Yes you knew he was a short fella in contrast to some of the other people you have dated, but he made up for it in many other ways. Anyways, Levi presented himself in a very particular way which honestly, appealed to the female gaze. 
And damn it did he keep attracting all of these other women. 
You slowly began to notice that practically everywhere you two went (well not everywhere, but mostly), there would be at least one or two women drawn to him in ways which were more than obvious to you. The long drawn out stares, the slight curve of their lips, if they were a store attendant or cashier, they would suddenly become more perky and giggly with their customer service attitude. And what pissed you off the most is how oblivious he seemed about it all. Levi wasn’t stupid, you knew that. At some point he must recognize the effect he had on other women, right? Albeit, you gave him props for not entertaining them or reciprocating some of the more flirtatious advances, but man did it make you a bit self conscious about your role in the relationship. Again, you loved this about him, how he did not seem to give a shit about it all as long as he was there with you. You honestly had nothing to worry about regarding his loyalty to you.
It was more about you trying to hold back and not make it obvious in your face that you were livid about the type of attention he was getting. You didn’t want to come off as possessive or jealous of him, knowing these were big no nos. Unfortunately, you were the type to be easily read solely by the slight expression on your face, and Levi being Levi, was able to catch on that shit instantly.
You both ended up going to one of your favorite book stores during one of these occasions. You both usually would veer off separately to explore different things in the store. He was more inclined to check out something related to personal wellness or fitness while you tinkered around with knick knacks and small gifts around the store. It was a nice feeling, you both were independent enough to do whatever you wanted to but it was still a time you both spent together. There was no need for you to cling onto him 24/7 or to be watchful of what he was doing, and he did the same with you. 
Once you felt satisfied with what you found (a small Gudetama plush that you knew he would make a comment about), you went to go look for Levi through the aisles of books, keeping an eye out for his signature all black outfit. Honestly, it didn’t even cross your mind that leaving him alone in some niche book store would be a factor in reeling in attention from the type of people in these settings. Young college students, artsy folk, women trying to fish out a seemingly brooding man, dressed up in perfectly fitted slacks, a dark long sleeve rolled up to his forearms, dark hair just freshly cut, with a soft woodsy aroma from his cologne, flipping through the pages of a book in a pensive manner… Goddammit, there was already someone trying to talk to him. 
You stopped mid-step as you caught Levi in an aisle with a younger looking girl, making attempts to have a conversation with him. It looked like she was one of the book store workers and it was obvious she had a means to get close to him. You instantly felt your stomach twist and distort in an uncomfortable manner at the sight, quickly taking a step back to hide behind the aisle behind them. You softly cursed under your breath, knowing you were getting too worked up to simply walk up to him as if nothing. The dumbass was literally just standing there unaware of this girl walking up to him, without any clue of what her intent was, and while you were confident he would reject any advance, you were paranoid about how insistent this person might be. 
You could hear a low conversation between the two of them, and your curiosity piqued at what was going on.You moved a little further down the aisle and grabbed a random book, pretending to be invested in it, as you scooched your ear in closer to have a listen to what they were talking about. You were close just enough to be able to hear their conversation without making it too obvious, perfectly hidden in plain sight. 
Should you have been spying on them in this way? Probably not. Would you get a scolding from Levi once he found out about it? Well, yeah, but you’d take the risk.
“Are these books really worth it? I might consider getting some myself if you agree.” You heard her say to him. “They’re ok.” You heard Levi comment to her in his usual bland way as his gaze remained on the book he held, flipping a page over. 
“It’s hard to find something that really catches your eyes sometimes huh?.” “No, I can find something I like pretty easily.” “Lucky you then! Well, I was wondering if you needed help with anything.” “I’m fine, thanks.”
You held in a snort at how curt he was with her. You felt a little bad actually. It wasn’t easy trying to have a simple conversation with him, but his demeanor only encouraged women to be a bit more aggressive with their approach. The harder he pushed, the more they wanted to see if they could break him down. The shorty really had that allure about him. 
There was an awkward silence between the two of them for a bit, and you debated about just walking up to him and making it obvious that he wasn’t available, but she continued to probe at him.
“So, I haven’t seen you come in here before. Is this your first time checking us out? ” She asked him.
“I’ve been here before.”
“Oh! A lot of regulars come here and I’m usually good at spotting them, but you stood out to me for some reason.”
“I don’t come here often.”
She giggled. “Well, you should. We have a lot of events during the weekends, maybe you should come and check them out? Oh, I didn’t catch your name!” “Why do you want to know my name?” Levi asked, now looking up from his book, his gaze narrowing onto her. His tone was stern, and you couldn’t really tell if he was intentionally being standoffish or if it was genuine curiosity. 
“Just, being friendly? Hah.” “I’m not someone you should be friendly with right now.”
If you weren’t turned on by him before, you certainly were now with that type of answer. Dammit, Levi.
“Oh sorry. Look I get it. Maybe I came off a bit too upfront about it.” She explained. “But, I do think you’re good looking, and I wanted to see if you wanted to grab some coffee around the corner?” You had to admire her bravery, not a lot of women were so bold in that way when it came to asking someone out, especially someone like Levi who already made an insinuation about wanting to be left alone. “I don’t think so.” 
You could almost feel how dejected this young girl was after that type of reaction. “Oh, okay cool. No worries.” She said with a pseudo laugh. “But, do you mind me asking why?”
“Because my girlfriend is literally down the aisle over there.” He said as a matter of fact, pointing over to you. 
Your mouth fell open as you immediately brought your book up to your face, turning around, making it obvious that you were indeed tuning into the whole interaction. Why the fuck would he do this! 
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” the young girl exclaimed, genuinely embarrassed about the whole thing as she covered her mouth. “I really didn’t know, I’m so sorry sir..” She began to walk away dejectedly, not daring to look back at the both of you. You saw her from the corner of your eyes walk away towards the front of the store, possibly as far away from the encounter as she could. 
Well, at least that was done and over with. 
You carefully tip toe towards Levi, who begins to put his book back into the shelf, seemingly unbothered by the whole situation. “Hi…” You say to him sheepishly. “Man, that must have been uncomfortable.”
His neck snaps to quickly look at you, his eyes narrowed in irritation. “Why the fuck were you just standing there watching me like some creep? You could have pulled me out of that awkward situation.” You couldn’t help but sputter a chuckle. “Awkward? It seemed like you had a good handle on it. Albeit, a little mean…” He scoffed. “How was I being mean? I was being honest. Besides, if I was actually nice to her you would have been throwing a tantrum about it right now.”
“Hey! That’s not…necessarily true.”
“Whatever. Think you were being sneaky and shit back there? I know you were waiting to see if I would slip up.” You felt your face heat up, tripping on your words as you tried to explain yourself. “I wasn’t worried about that!”
“Yeah right. I could practically feel you panic from all the way over there.”
“Well!” You exclaimed, pausing for a moment. “Why the fuck do you have to always have these girls throw themselves onto you.” Oh you hit a nerve. He grunted and grabbed a handful of your hair, yanking it (not too hard of course) but enough to prove a point. “What did you say you little brat?”
You  yelped slightly as he did this, but only for dramatic effect, as you held onto his wrist. “You heard me. Would it kill you to like, not be so goddamn good looking and make me compete with all these other girls?”
“You’re such a shithead.” He hissed as he let go of your hair. “If you’re so concerned about it, then stop leaving me by myself.” You pouted at him, patting your hair back into place. “In all seriousness though, I’ve been kind of hating going out now because of this. So you win if you wanna go back to lounging at home.”
He raised an eyebrow at you, not fully expecting the conversation to turn this way. “What are you talking about? Are you really that upset with that girl hitting on me?”
You rolled your eyes, an irritated sigh escaping your lips. “It’s not that. It hasn’t been this one incident you know. Or are you really that oblivious about the type of attention you attract?”
He shoved his hands into his pockets, swinging slightly to the side as he gave some thought to what you were insinuating. “Of course I know, I’m not stupid. But why does that bother you? I don’t do anything.” 
“I know you won’t do anything.” You reaffirm this, a pained smile forming on your face. “But, if I am being honest, it does make me a bit self-conscious. It’s not fun sometimes seeing these beautiful women fawn over you.”
He stayed in silence with you for a moment or so, still processing the information you gave him. You supposed he wasn’t too happy with what you had to say, whether it was part jealousy or part insecurity on your end. It was honesty on your part however. You wondered, at some points, how willing he would be with some of these advances if you weren’t in the picture. Or if he might even have a better opportunity of being happier with someone else rather than you. It was a vicious little thing, your mind. 
You were brought back to reality by the sensation of his hand reaching out for yours, his fingers interlacing into your own until there was a secure hold. You looked at him and he looked at you, his face strong and stern, but still bearing a need to relay a message to you. 
“Let’s go home.” He said softly and simply. It wasn’t a dramatic show of love and care one would expect, but you knew in his language, this was his way to validate you and your role. “I want to spend the rest of the day there.”
You blink for a moment, and slowly nod your head, feeling a little meek with his intent. “Okay.” 
“But, we’re going out tomorrow.” 
“Huh?”
He sighed. “Look, I can’t really stop shit like this from happening. Trust me, I really would rather stay home the whole time. But I know you like doing this, and it makes you happy. Plus, I obviously need to do a better job about making you feel more secure with me.”
An uncontrollable smile formed on your face as your own hand gripped harder onto his. “Are you sure?”
“It’s fine. But you need to cut that shit out about feeling like you aren’t good enough for me.” He scolded you. “You should know me by now, I ain’t messing around with this stuff.”
“Okay, okay.” You jested with a nervous laugh. “I promise I won’t doubt you.”
“Good.” He said, then coming in close to your face, placing a tender and rather shy kiss on your lips. You felt your face heat up as you allowed him to pepper your lips with his own for a bit, before he quickly pulled back, no one usually for PDA.
He grunted, but with a satisfied look on his face. “Let’s go. Everything is kind of shitty in here today.” 
“Alrighty, let me just pay up for this at the front real quick.” You said as you showed him the Gudetama plush you found. “Cute huh?” He cocked his head to the side as he inspected it from afar. “You’re buying that?”
“Yeah, what’s wrong with it?” “Looks stupid. But I guess it suits you.” 
“Cool beans, it's for me not for you.”
“So snarky. Fine let's go, I want to go home already.” Levi said as he yanked the plush away from you and made his way to pay at the front. “Hey! You better not pay for that!” You exclaimed as you followed him.
“Shut up.”
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chrollohearttags · 3 months
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sneaky link!levi headcanons
⚠️: black fem!reader, age gap (levi is early 30’s/reader is mid 20’s, I’ll leave the specifics to you!), infidelity, fingering, squirting, oral, he’s a little toxic, calls reader slut, spit play, sir used, power play/dynamic + modern au
📝: this was from an ask I got a long time ago but I lost it in my inbox! and I thought it’d be a lot of fun, epsoclally with a serious character like levi! 🫶🏾
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sneaky link!levi, who you first met when you began working at a local coffee + tea shop in your area as a barista. He was the owner and your boss. Although he wanted to be more than that from the jump…
sneaky link!levi who took a special liking to you after only two weeks of being employed, was extra attentive and always watching over you like a hawk. “Good job, (y/n)..” “..you’re pretty damn good at this..”
sneaky link!levi eventually began to schedule you to close almost every night. Not just because you were new but because he wanted to any excuse for you guys to be alone.
“How are ya’ liking the job so far? You enjoying yourself, sweetheart?” “Of course, sir. I love it here. I appreciate the opportunity.”
sneaky link!levi, who notices how flustered you become at the mention of pet names and thinks it’s adorable, begins to slip the endearing terms in regular convo, just to get your reaction. Saying things like ‘good girl’ or ‘love’. Each time, garnering a stutter and your thighs being squeezed together.
sneaky link!levi decides to make a move one night after asking you to bend over and clean the espresso machine when he grips your waist and tugs your ass towards him..only a month after you began working there.
sneaky link!levi promised himself that he’d never mix business and pleasure, nor would he ever sleep with one of his employees but he can’t help it when he sees how those uniform pants hug your thick frame and how soft those plump lips looked, stained in gloss. Knowing that he’d be able to handle you if given the chance.
“I hope you don’t mind…I just can’t help myself. You’re so beautiful.” “I won’t tell if you won’t, sir.”
sneaky link!levi is very much aware that you have a boyfriend but simply doesn’t give a fuck because he knows you’re not even happy. Apparent by the angry phone calls on your lunch break.
sneaky link!levi, who lets out the hottest grunts when he orders you to your knees in his office and uses your pretty little mouth to his leisure. Slowly fucking your throat as he leans back on his desk. “Fuck, you’re such a good little slut..swallowed the whole damn thing..”
sneaky link!levi eats your pussy like an absolute fiend..placing you on his desk with your panties dangling on your ankle as he devours it; leaving long strings of saliva all over it and gracing your mouth a few as well. Finger fucking you until that orgasm comes barreling out and you wind up squirting up to his forearm.
“Let it out, pretty girl..give me what I want..”
sneaky link!levi who fucks you into near delirium after almost an hour or every position he could get you in. Handling you in ways that your current man could only dream of.. “..he ever make you feel this good, sweetheart? Don’t worry, you can come all over this dick..as much as you want. I won’t hold it against you.” Smirking as he strokes your clit and watches you writhe.
sneaky link!levi takes every opportunity to flirt and make you antsy whilst you’re working, teasing you just so he can get you aroused for later..
sneaky link!levi, who has you running at his beck and call..even after you’ve long clocked out and at home with your man. Texting you to come see him at all hours of the night, knowing you’d never be able to get enough of him.
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macni-art · 2 months
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Sometimes they take their kid (aka their best friend) for a ride.
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lewiathans · 1 year
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When you have a crush on the cute history teacher at work and you say “I like your gay history poster” hoping he would take the hint, but now he has been ranting about the LGBTQ+ movement for an hour.
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honeymilk-4 · 6 months
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guys when I wanna read some attack on titan works I DONT WANT MODERN AU!!!!! 🙏🙏 a bitch is digging in the depths for some non modern attack on titan works😭
PLEASE maybe it's just me but I don't wanna read about it I wanna cry and feel that pain😭😭😭😭
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postwarlevi · 3 months
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You and Levi are a one car family. On nice days he walks to work, or if you're available you drive him. Later, he likes to walk home because on the way he passes a flower shop where he stops in for a bouquet of your favorite flowers or those that are in season. It never fails to make your heart skip a beat when your husband walks in from his day with a smile saved just for you and gives you barely enough time to gush over the flowers before cuddling you close and kissing you, asking what that delicious smell is. You stroke his cheek as he holds you and the oven timer goes off, his favorite meal ready. You set the table with the flowers in the center and his eyes light up when he realizes you've made dessert as well. Later he'll help you clean up, making sure you don't do all of it by yourself. It's quiet evenings together like this that you both cherish most of all.
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ackermantihora · 1 year
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it's a match! 💞
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darkbutterflyart · 1 year
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AoT modern AU sketches💜
Was scrolling too long on Pinterest and made some cute AoT sketches out of some poses and clothes I saw💞
Hope you like them! I sure had super fun drawing them🙈
I also have sooo many headcanons oh god this won't be the last modern AU fanart🙈
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theysangastheyslew · 8 months
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if there’s inspiration or anything, is it possible to have a LH “In another life, I would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you." Art 😭
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Hi anon! I’m sorry I didn’t know if this meant showing them desiring that life w/ each other, or if you wanted to see them actually living it but! since it’s Hange’s birthday I went with the latter bc they deserve it and breakfast in bed is a far better present than the one Isayama gave to them :')
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amenarlert · 2 months
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Barista Levi
Barista Levi would look adorable in his apron, it would accentuate his tiny waist. His sleeves would always be rolled up, and he would be oblivious to the fact the muscles in his forearms were distracting.
His eyes would light up when you order his favourite tea, and he would shift with hidden joy when you reveal that you take it the same way he does.
He would slowly get more comfortable with you, the more you come to the shop. One day, he surprised you when he asked how your day was going, then gave you a tiny smile as you recounted the events of your day to him. He would listen patiently, secretly enjoying every detail.
After a few weeks, you would enter the shop, and your tea would be ready, waiting for you; Levi holding it with anticipation shining in his eyes. His eyes would light up each time you walk through the door.
Barista Hange would tease him knowingly, every time you came in. They were a God damn menace.
One day, Hange would scribble down Levi’s number on a napkin and hand it to you; Levi would be red faced and stuttering.
“I’m going to murder you,” he would mutter to Hange, scowling.
You’d giggle, and he would tilt his head towards the sound, his heart pounding. His breath caught in his throat when he spotted your smile, he watched you laugh in awe.
“Thanks!” You’d chime, clutching the napkin close. You were blushing too, smiling widely, “I’ll call you.”
Levi watched you with wide eyes, lips parted in surprise. Still bright red, the corners of his lips would twitch into a smile, his eyes flickering away, “y-yeah… okay.”
Hange would laugh maniacally; Levi would punch them in the arm as you walked away. But secretly, he was grateful.
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agusrkive · 3 months
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Good Friend Ackerman
summary: Levi as your good friend who’s been secretly pining over you for years
cw: mild nsfw, whipped levi
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you always wonder why your suitors disappear after the first date or even a few potential admirers that would suddenly lose interest after a few hangouts like “hey, I really enjoyed today and I wanna see you again.. call you later tonight?” or “let’s go see that exciting film tomorrow that you told me about last week! i’ll pick you up at 10~ xoxo” then boom! no calls, the number you have dialed is currently unavailable~ blah-bla-blah, cell is blocked, and no sign of Connie Springer from the bookstore.
“I really thought this one was into me, Levi.”
the raven just shrugged before sipping his tea. he ignored you, but the smug look on his face says otherwise. you rolled your eyes at him and he scoffed. he never really misses anything and that’s one of the traits you admire about him. though it sometimes irritates you with how sharp he is that you can never be sneaky with him. talk about multiple backfired pranks and earfuls from the devil himself, but you always managed to get away only because he lets you.
“what? don’t look at me like that. he was the one who initiated it and he said he’d pick me up, I thought he was just late. but there we’re no calls.”
“I think he blocked me.. oh no! what if something happened to him!? Levi, what do we do?!”
it’s his turn now to roll his eyes at you, shaking his head at your dramatic exaggeration. after being friends with you for years, that’s one thing that he’ll never get used to and he’ll never get tired of too. he thinks it’s cute, but he’ll never admit that to you. knowing you’ll never shut up about it and he knows you damn well enough to know that he’ll never hear the end of it with your annoying teasing.
“brat, calm down. maybe it’s a good thing he suddenly disappeared, you don’t even know him that well.”
you gave him a deadpan look.
“that’s exactly what a second date is for! to get to know him better, idiot!”
he flicks your forehead while giving you a headlock. he’s always too fast and you didn’t see it coming. you thought of flailing your arms for release or fake fainting, but knowing his strength and how you always lose to him. he will only let go once you say sorry, but that would only feed his unnecessary ego that he doesn’t need anyway. you try to think of anything, then an idea pops up in your head. a very stupid, childish idea. gathering all your strength, you wrapped your hands tightly around his grip on you as a distraction. then you pushed your behind into him very very hard.
you heard a moan.
and you both freeze—
for a moment, none of you uttered a single word.
then you realize what just happened, he didn’t just— no.. did he? oh god. it seems like Levi realized it too when he suddenly releases his hold and backed away from you as if you were a hot molten lava, which you feel like you are right now with how much your face is burning. involuntary, your hands reached up to cover your reddening face. you are still frozen in your spot.
“ohmygod.”
“shut up”
Levi lets out a grunt as he clutches his crotch in an almost crouching position. he was shocked when you pulled that stunt and all he could do was freeze. you are so stupid, how could you even think of that?he wanted to get mad at you, but he knows he couldn’t.. he’s too whipped and when you pushed into him so hard, he felt it everywhere, you. your ass on him, your plump ass against his dick that is now hard.. it felt so good.
Levi tries to think of anything than the thought of your ass against him, against his hard d- he closes his eyes and sighs trying to calm himself. pissed at himself for getting a hard raging boner that he has to take care of now, pissed at the fact that you know he got a boner because of you and he’s a little embarrassed. you’re still there in front of him with your back facing him and that ass.. Levi looks away, anywhere but your ass. his face flushed and you won’t even look at him, it’s better that way. of course what did he think?
he hates himself for being so horny like a stupid teenager and poor you, now you’ll probably look at him weirdly like how could he? someone who you thought of as a friend and even as an older brother had a reaction to you like that? although he doesn’t see you as a little sister, but you didn’t know that. did you?
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pt. 2
the disappearance of connie springer
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alleviate-ao3 · 9 months
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Manager!Levi x Fem!reader; modern au; corporate setting
minors dni! voyeurism; dirty talk; crude sex; pure filth
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“Fucking knew you’d feel this good,” he said, his voice tight and wanton.
You released a high-pitched cry, and it drove him faster, releasing his hold around your neck and pulling his body up, both his hands clasped against your hips, his nails digging crescent moons into your skin. He pulled your body back to meet his thrusts, his eyes pinned on the way he slid in and out of you, his cock wet from your arousal.
“Levi,” you moaned. He buried himself deep. So deep you could feel him in your throat. Your head hung low, and your senses overwhelmed. “Yes, yes, yes Levi.” You were barely able to speak coherent words, your voice high-pitched and so lewd you barely recognized yourself. He gave you no room to breathe, ramming hard and fast. “Oh fuck, fuck.”  
“Fucking love those noises,” he spoke through gritted teeth. “I’ll fuck you all night just to hear you scream my name like that.”
You were sure he wasn’t even aware of the words leaving his mouth. You knew he had a sharp tongue, though you didn’t think it would be so filthy – and fuck if it didn’t turn you on. One of his hands grabbed the back of your hair to pull you up straight, and you gasped, your back colliding with his front, his teeth latching onto the back of your shoulder. You met his gaze on your reflection, your breasts bouncing with the harshness of his thrusts.  
“You had to smile at me,” he breathed against the shell of your ear. “Thought about that mouth of yours for days.” His teeth nipped at the sensitive spot under your earlobe. “How pretty it would look sucking my cock under my desk.”
— we're all alone, ride it on ao3 (Explicit)
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levisonlylover · 3 months
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Travelling with Levi
(modern AU)
(A/N: After a few days of writer's block. I have finally thought of something, hehe. Have fun reading!)
Travelling with Levi won't be a hustle. But do make sure you packed everything, the man doesn't like things being forgotten.
Levi makes sure to sanitize anything before using, given his past.
Levi would be more cautious, making sure you are comfortable during any travelling experiences
He doesn't become strict like his normal self, he makes sure you have fun during the trip
Levi would pack a first aid kit and some medicines in case something happens
(IF YOU HAVE MOTION SICKNESS) he'll make sure to prepare a barf bag during those times. He wants less accidents as possible.
Levi would take pictures of you for your instagram/social media posts. He would post some of your photos to his account
When Levi senses something wrong he'd tell you. You might think he is overthinking but he just wants you to be safe.
Levi would pay the expenses, But you often want to pay half as well so that his wallet won't have a hard time:)
You would buy Levi tea you guys don't see often.
Levi LOVES seeing you getting all excited. It wasn't obvious to you as you saw him as a serious man, but Levi would have a few small smiles as he looks at you.
In crowded areas, He would hold your hand or waist, It's a thing he does when being protective or possessive.
Let's talk about music, he makes sure he downloads the right playlists for you. You seem to listen to music as you travel, feeling the vibe.
If ever you guys go to a cold weathered places, he would bring your gloves, scarf, and an extra jacket. He knows you forget to bring one.
In hot weather places, he makes sure to bring sun screen, a hat, or an umbrella.
Levi gives princess treatment. He would carry all the souvenir bags.
Levi would make sure he is mentally and physically prepared for long walks for amusement parks. Again, he wants you to have fun.
Now when you're going home now, he double checks everything, from basic needs to the ones you seem to forget to check.
During a flight, he makes sure you're comfortable. Sleeping or not, He'll let you lean on his shoulder.
In the end, you guys unpack and unwind as you guys de-brief about the travel.
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the-traveling-poet · 4 months
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hey hey hey I love your writing sm!! hope your doing well ml :)
Would you be up to writing some kind of one shot where Levi is a famous actor/singer/writer or whatever you think he would be, and the reader could either be also famous or a fan of his? I’ll leave it up to you to decide if you ever do write it and please have all the creative freedom you need!
if you do get to my request thank you! 🤍✨
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The finale of your favorite tv series was a bittersweet end. As excited as you had been to see how the producers would wrap up the story, it saddened you greatly to ‘say goodbye’ to your favorite character’s actor; Levi Ackerman.
But with the end of the show came a new beginning for you. One that starts at the casting crew’s first ever meet and greet.
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Pairings: Actor!Levi x Fan!Reader
Warnings: Modern!AU, fluff, idol worship, F!reader
taglist: @21aurora @deepzombieyouth @braunsbabe
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A/N: Yay my first modern!au request!! I felt like actor was the right path for modern Levi, not that he wouldn’t be a phenomenal singer cause oh lawd that vOICE-
Thank you sm Maddy, and I’m finally doing better rn physically and mentally than I was! I hope the same can be said with you🤎
As always if anything written doesn’t match your preferences I’ll happily rewrite!
Enjoy 🤎
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Part 2 | Part 3
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At first, you thought it was merely a joke. Perhaps a fellow fan’s attempt at crafting a reality they desired to live.
Squinting your eyes at the screen in your hand, you read over the post another couple of times before feeling satisfied this wasn’t just some fan’s shit posting. How could it be, with the post having been shared by so many already?
As you checked the account’s page for validity, you nearly let your phone slip through your fingertips.
It was real. This was happening…
Your phone screen shone brightly in the dark living room, illuminating your shocked expression to yourself in the simple mirror hung on the far wall. With shaking hands you scrolled down the page just one more time. How could you sleep soundly tonight without making sure this was absolutely legitimate?
Lo and behold, you confirmed to yourself for the nth time that, this official page was, in fact, the one you had been following religiously for the past several months.
Your favorite show’s director was holding the casting crew’s first ever live meet and greet, held in a city only a couple hours drive away from your quaint apartment.
With your breath stuck snugly in your throat, you swiped off the social media platform and checked your bank statements. The meet and greet was expensive, as you’d have expected, but was this really an opportunity you could just pass up on? A chance to meet the people behind the show that had indirectly changed your life for the better?
I’ll just make the money back with my next paycheck…
You felt light headed as you finally loosed the breath lodged in your throat and returned to the official page with the intent of purchasing your pass. Thought the process took much longer than you had expected it to, you couldn’t find it within yourself to complain about the shitty wifi connection hindering your transaction. Never once in your life had you been this gleeful to spend such money in one sitting on yourself, but everyone deserved to treat themselves every once in awhile, you reasoned to yourself.
And on an experience such as this one? You would have gladly spent double your total. As the payment went through, you sighed to yourself in relief. Your rainy day fund you took money out of your paycheck for every two weeks finally did you some good.
Glancing back at the bright screen, you couldn’t stop the giddy grin that spread across your lips at the poster image located just above your e-receipt featuring the main protagonists of the show, all but one grinning and smile at the camera.
Of course, the odd one out would be your favorite.
Typically, when developing a fictional crush in your past, it remained just that; fictional. You often fell for a character’s complex story, and merely kept your fixation based around the actor’s part in the film. But with Levi Ackerman, your fictional crush blurred the lines between character and actor.
It all started when you decided to watch through all the deleted and extended scenes of the show, finding a laugh in Levi’s crude humor on set towards one of his cast mates, and they way he always managed to stay in character even during the blooper reels. Well, mostly anyways.
Soon after, you took to scouring the internet for every piece of behind the scenes footage you could get your hands on, just to see him.
His interviews, his bloopers, his day-to-day rehearsals on set with the crew, his mostly inactive social media accounts. The list was ever growing.
The lord only knew how many times you’d had to purchase more storage for your phone with the amount of saved footage you’d created folders for.
Now, with the chance to meet the man himself? To speak with him and his cast mates just after the finale aired? Your heart raced in your chest erratically with all the possibilities and imaginative scenarios in which you’d learn more of the man from his own mouth.
Once more you checked your phone for the time.
One week, at noon…This is going to be the longest week of my life…
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Finally, after many restless nights spent worrying over and obsessing over the meet and greet interview, the fated day had arrived.
Checking your phone one last time in the threshold of your apartment door, you couldn’t help but chuckle at the texts lining rows on your home screen. Throughout every shift that week you’d made it known to every one of your coworkers the event you would be attending that weekend. Your friends weren’t victimless either; listening to you ramble and drone on about your love for this show and its cast.
By now they nearly had the show memorized from your retelling, but that never stopped you from explaining your hyper fixations further.
Slipping into your car, you placed your well worn key into the ignition and grinned as the engine hummed to life. After placing your bag in the passenger seat, you quickly read through the well wishes of luck texted to you by your closest of friends. They may not harbor the same obsession as you, but their support warmed your heart.
Reversing out of your parking spot, you squinted your eyes up at the rising sun. It was better to arrive far earlier than the event time, you reasoned, to avoid the crowds that would soon follow you into the building and find a decent place to park.
And so off you went, turning out of the complex and onto the highway.
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Finding a decent spot somewhat near the building, you parked. For the hundredth time now, you felt the need to check your phone’s map to reassure yourself you were, in fact, in the right spot. At the right time. Again your calendar reminded you; Today, noon.
Releasing a shaky sigh you hadn’t realized you’d been holding, you released your grip on your phone and tucked it away. After grabbing your bag and turning off your car, you slowly opened the driver’s door and stepped out onto the pavement.
All around you were vehicles pulling into the parking lot. Horns would sound as a driver tried their hardest to find a place to park in a hurry, while in other directions some muffled shouts arose from the still morning air from excited fans having made their arrival.
You checked your outfit over, smoothing out any wrinkles and bunches in the fabric before you felt satisfied enough to make an appearance.
Today was the day, and by god were you as ready as you would ever be.
The moment you stepped foot inside the lobby, you became aware of just how large the crowd had grown around you. Many pushed through the doors, some wearing fancy attire while others adorned merchandise from the show. You smiled to yourself at the sight, wondering briefly if you were perhaps underdressed or not dressed quite enough. Shaking your head, you decided you looked as fine as you could in what you had chosen for the day.
At a desk sat before double doors at the end of the hall, you showed the guards your e-receipt on your phone, to which they merely nodded with a curt smile and allowed you entrance to the room beyond.
Upon entering, you took note that the room was still filling up, forming lines towards a wide table taking up the space of the back wall. You’d seen enough live interviews on the web to know the cast would soon take their places there, so you hurried into line, praying against all odds Levi Ackerman would be set at the chair near the end of the line you occupied.
Half an hour later, you sighed with relief as your silent prayer had been answered. For at the head of the line, behind the pristine tabletop, sat the actor himself.
Shifting anxiously from foot to foot, you felt you could barely contain your excitment and nervousness.
Despite having rehearsed many a time in your mind what you might say to the man you idolized, you worried it would be quite right. So once more, you preformed the act of your simple speech to yourself, pray in you wouldn’t fumble to harshly when you got to talk to him.
It seemed to take an eternity to move only two paces ahead of your spot, but you reminded your impatient self that this would all be well worth your time.
Eventually, when your turn came up to greet the man, you merely froze as the spot ahead of you opened up.
Seeing him up close in person was much more humbling than you’d imagined it to be. No matter how close to the camera you had seen him through before, nothing could have prepared you for how it would feel to be the person only feet away from his presence.
You hesitantly stepped forward, absentmindedly scolding yourself from not bringing a beverage with you to wet your suddenly dry throat. The moment you stepped forward and raised your hand in awkward greeting, Levi met your eye through thick inly bangs.
His eyes lazily drifted up your form, briefly stopping to glance at the way you nervously gripped at your own hands and bag strap, before meeting your eyes. Immediately, his gaze seemed to almost soften, eyelids covering less of his pupils and his brows became less furrowed while he evaluated you. For a moment, his gaze held something akin to interest, as though you were the spectacle of this event rather than himself.
But with a rapid blink of your eyes, the look was gone. Now, it felt as though his eyes were searching your very soul for something to judge. You gulped silently, feeling more nervous now than you had when you first parked your car in the lot.
“H-hi, I’m Y/N,” you greeted softly with a nervous smile. “I uhh…I love your character in the show, as-as well as your acting.”
“I’d introduce myself to you, miss Y/N, but I doubt that’s necessary, given the circumstances,” Levi drawled out, in a tone near bored. But his eyes…his eyes told a different story than the one his tone conveyed.
Shifting on your feet, your emotions fought between nervousness and excitement. Your mind couldn’t quite make itself up on which emotion to convey as you watched the handsome man sat before you, so instead you decided to shake the invasive thoughts clouding your mind and simply speak.
“I uhh, I’m not sure how much time you have per fan, but, well… I love your part in the films. Both your character and your acting. The way you keep in character, even off set, is really impressive.”
Levi glanced around the gathering, mentally counting through the many heads bobbing through the lines towards himself and his cast mates. He hummed to himself, seeming to contemplate what he was about to say.
“I have plenty of time to answer your questions. You all paid enough to be here, the least I could return is ample time for conversation. So thank you, though I get that one often.”
He shifted in his chair, regarding you with an air of curiosity. With a fist on his chin, he glanced you up and down once more.
“Doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate it, though. I believe the reason I fit the role the way that I do, is because this is just how I am in general.”
At his response you couldn’t help but grin and bite at your lower lip with giddy excitement. God, his voice, the nonchalant vibe he carried about himself, the sharp yet soft eyes…even the way he sat in his seat with one leg crossed over the other as he leaned forward over the table towards you. You could have sworn you saw the slightest upturn in the corner of his lips as he regarded your statement.
“Well you’re a perfect fit, in my opinion.” You gushed, daring to take another step closer.
“I love watching you. Well, what I mean is, I uhh- You’re-you’re nice to watch. But I don’t mean…I…”
And just like that, your composure broke entirely. Any concentration you had before fell at your feet in embarrassingly jagged shards.
The sound of a muffled chuckle brought you out of your mental spiral, making your eyes dart back up towards the man. In all your deep web searches of the man for content, you’d seldom heard him chuckle, much less muffle his laughter. The sound caught you by such surprise you barely registered the words he spoke next.
“I’m-i’m sorry…what did you say?” You mumbled, daring to look him in the eyes.
“I said you’re adorable, really. It’s fair to be nervous, but surely I’m not that threatening off set. You’re flustered.” He spoke smoothly, never taking his eyes off yours. Again you drew a blank, this time understanding him but still at a loss for words. The minute smirk perched on his lips was ever present, making you shift uncertainly in your spot.
“I’ve just…Well, I’ve looked forward to this all week. I had everything planned out to say but…You’re so…” You trailed off, slowly coming back out of your shell once more. Or at least, you attempted to, before Levi suddenly pulled out a pen.
“Tell you what, brat. I’ll sign you a paper, and maybe add in a number off to the side. Perhaps you’ll be more coherent over the phone, when you don’t have to gawk at me.”
Stunned into silence once more, you intently watched as Levi drew out his unique signature, and after a pause in which he looked back up towards you with contemplation, add a series of numbers scrawled out just under his name.
“Yeah…yeah sure, I can do that,” You managed to squeak out, shakily taking the paper from him once he offered it up.
With a smile, he glanced once more around the room before standing from his chair and leaning across the table towards you.
“This shitty event ends around 5pm. I suppose you’ll have your phone on hand around then?”
Before you could answer, one of the set’s guards motioned towards the both of you that the next fan was in line and ready, so you merely gave Levi an eager nod while clutching the paper in your hand close to your chest.
As you walked back towards the row of chairs to take a seat for the interview to begin in an hour’s time, you raised a hand towards your own face and felt the skin of your cheeks was quite warm. Glancing back down at the note Levi had written you, you memorized the digits there and immediately put them into your phone as you took a seat.
With shaking hands you returned your phone to your pocket, only to look out across the room and accidentally meed Levi’s eye from the table. Catching your look, he shot you a near smug, subtle smile.
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Modern!Alpha!Levi Ackerman x Omega!GN!Reader || Tea Shop AU
Word count: 6.3k
So this is the first fic I’ve written in a while, and I cannot remember the last time I actually watched AoT. But my thirst for Levi can never be tamed. I hope this does him some justice. Also, I’m on my iPad. So the formatting may be a little weird.
Companion Art: [1] [2]
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The Stem and Spine was the shiney new bookstore/tea shop opening on the corner on Prescott and Main. It seemed like ages since anyone had tried opening a store there. It was such a quaint spot. The historical building had detailed moldings, uneven red bricks, and chipped, dark blue paint. Six large, angled windows gave a panoramic view out to the bustling streets in your little college town.
It was the perfect spot to stop, drink tea, and people watch.
You were looking forward to opening day. You’d spent months crawling through every bookshop, online and in person, as well as every thrift shop trying to find one specific book. No one seemed to know of it’s existence. So you were silently begging the universe to cut you a break and let this new bookshop carry what you were looking for.
You’d only recently discovered their grand opening. An awkward omega gave you a flier. They were handing them out as people were leaving the grocery store. You were really excited, but maybe that was your inner bookworm talking.
Since the shop was right down the road, you decided to walk there on opening morning. You weren’t really expecting any sort of crowd. All of the college kids had gone home for the summer, so the streets had emptied out some. You enjoyed how quiet the summers were. So the long, winding line leading from the door of Stem and Spine was definitely a surprise.
You didn’t need to look for the book that badly. You could come in a month or so when things had died down some. You were going to head back home when you heard the people by you talking:
“I heard the guy running this place is hot as fuck,” said one.
“Did you hear what that girl in our study group said?” asked the other. The first shook their head. “Apparently his scent is like, super strong.”
The friend grinned, running their tongue over their teeth. “I can‘t wait to find out.”
Oh no, you mentally groaned then took a nice deep breath. The scents came one right after the other. A mangled mash up of pheromones. This line was almost entirely betas and omegas. And they were here for that alpha. You were never going to be able to shop there at this rate! As an omega yourself, you just knew they all would come from miles around until this guy was claimed.
You decided it was better to queue up, then maybe you’d actually get a chance to set foot inside. You waited for hours. You were sure those ahead of you would linger as long as possible and try to make an impression. That meant everyone had to stand in line longer.
By the time employees came down the line and told people they were closing for the night, your feet were killing you and your phone battery was nearly dead. All day and you’d only gotten a quarter of the way to the door! You could still see the spot you’d started from. A few people tried to get rowdy, complaining it was unfair that they’d been waiting all day. But their steam fizzled when employees threatened to call the police.
For two weeks, you checked the line for Stem and Spine. Day after day the line seemed to get longer. You saw a lot of returning faces, they must’ve been desperate. You even saw a handful of people getting escorted out by police! You also heard more and more rumors about what everyone was lining up for.
I heard he’s one of those hot, stoic types. I’d love to break him.
I heard that if you’re a beta or omega, just the guy’s scent is enough to make you jizz in your pants.
I heard he doesn’t like needy omegas, good thing I’m not like the others.
I heard he’s starting an entire harem - I’d love to be a part of that!
This is my eighth time going. I swear, I’m on the verge of making him my mate!
The rumors went on and on, getting more and more absurd. You wondered what this guy was really like, if he was really worth all of this. You weren’t interested, you just wanted a book! If anything, this was annoying. You figured it was probably annoying for him too, especially if he just wanted to do his job and not have to worry about anyone throwing themselves at him.
Finally, on a Sunday afternoon, you were able to set foot in Stem and Spine. It was quiet. No three block long line in sight. Sure, it was still busy but these people actually wanted books. They were all glued to the shelves, actually talking about books, and showing each other covers.
Inside was better than you’d imagined it. Everything was cream, gold, crimson, and navy blue. In one half was the tea shop. There were shelves of tea and accessories that lined the walls; loose leaf, prepackaged, diffusers, tea pots, honey sticks, spoon rests. As well as a long barista counter that had a large chalkboard and sizable drink list that was nothing but tea. There were a small handful of metal tables and chairs, and you remembered seeing some outside with umbrellas as well.
The other half of the store was the bookshop. There was row after row of books. Mostly fiction from your first glance. There were also displays for local authors and a shelf of new arrivals. You couldn’t wait to spend the day combing through. The entire vibe was cozy and the scent of jasmine wafting around was relaxing. You did wonder, however, how you were able to get in. Had the alpha been claimed? You didn’t smell anything overwhelming.
“Aaawwww, what do you mean he’s not here?!” You heard a girl whine. You were just starting on the second row of books.
“Mr. Ackerman isn’t here,” said the employee, irritation clear in their voice. “And no, I don’t know if he’ll be back today.”
The girl groaned loudly, but you didn’t hear her complain anymore. You figured she must’ve left. You wondered if she was the one who’d managed multiple visits.
“This has really gotten out of hand,” you heard the employee down the aisle say. They’d been stocking more books. “Great for sales, though.”
“That bad?” you asked. The employee looked at you, she looked tired. Her name tag read Mikasa.
“You have no idea,” she sighed. “I like working here. Levi is my cousin and a great boss, but these fangirls have just been too much. You’d think the fact that he ignores them would be a turn off. But they just keep coming.”
You didn’t realize you’d spent your whole afternoon in Stem and Spine until Mikasa came around to give you a five minute heads up. You were disappointed you didn’t find what you were looking for. But you still managed to find a couple hidden gems you were excited about. Maybe what you wanted was just too obscure.
You brought your books to the counter. As they rang you up, you noticed a clip board with a paper that read What Books Would You Like to See at Stem and Spine? Under that was a long list of handwritten titles and author names. You quickly scribbled down the book you were looking for. At least now there was a chance for it to appear.
Over the next month, you managed two visits to Stem and Spine every week. You and the employees actually started to recognize each other. You also started to see titles you recognized from the list. The mysterious Mr. Ackerman, however, still managed to escape your sight. Every time you went, there was a small posse outside just trying to grab a whiff.
It wasn’t until your first visit of the following month that you finally laid eyes on him. You’d just finished a series and were looking to start a new one. So you wandered over to the new arrivals section. You’d been there about half an hour when a heavy wave of lavender hit you. It filled your head, murking up your thoughts. You figured this had to be him, and the rumors were true - his scent was another beast entirely.
You shook your head to focus your thoughts. You liked this store, so this was something you were going to have to get used to if you wanted to keep shopping there. But you were also extremely concerned - if he was here, then that long line and hoard of omegas and betas would be too. You wanted to leave, but you were stuck between two books with money only for one.
You probably should’ve noticed the scent getting stronger. But you were so focused on reviewing the synopsis on both and thumbing through that you were oblivious. You didn’t wake from your stupor until there was a flutter of movement beside you. You glanced to your left to see a dark haired man in a white collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He set down the few boxes he was carrying.
This man, you realized, was where the lavender wall had come from. This was the infamous Levi Ackerman, owner of Stem and Spine. Mikasa had told you a bit about him in previous weeks. You liked talking to her whenever you came in.
“It’s rude to stare,” he said in a surprising tenor. His back was still to you. You cursed under your breath and turned back to the shelf. That was one way to embarrass yourself. You began musing between the books in your hands again.
After a long moment of silence, a voice said, “I’d pick the one in your right hand.”
You looked over to meet a bored pair of silver eyes. “What?”
“I’ve read them both. The book in your right hand was far more interesting.”
“Oh cool,” you said slowly. “Thanks. I would’ve been here for ages.”
You quickly placed the other one back in its place and scuttled away. You were just going to have to take his word for it. You didn’t want to hover anymore than you had. At the front, they packaged up your book and you were swiftly out the door.
Levi had been right, the book was very good and you were excited that there were four more books to follow with a movie planned. The next time you tried to go to Stem and Spine it was packed again. There was a line down the block and you just didn’t have the time to wait. Your shift at work started soon, and all you’d wanted to do was thank him for the recommendation.
You decided to head straight to work instead. Luckily, you didn’t have to wait long to see the bookstore owner again. The wall of lavender hit you before you saw him. You watched everyone around you turn to stare. It didn’t seem to phase him in the least.
Levi came to the counter and briefly talked with your coworker, who couldn’t seem to keep a straight face. When they disappeared to look for someone, Levi waited at the counter. This was probably going to be weird, but you really did want to thank him for helping you find a new series you absolutely loved.
“Hey,” you started, the book in your hand. He glanced at you briefly. “I, uh. You probably don’t remember me, but you recommended this book to me last week. And I, uh, I just wanted to say thank you. It was really good.”
“I told you it was better,” he stated. “I remember the other one you had - the author writes shit. It doesn’t have any good character development and there were a few glaring plot holes.”
“Oh, that’s good to know - I’ll definitely take that off my reading list.” You laughed awkwardly, carefully tucking the book away in your bag. “I was, uh, I was going to stop by the shop earlier. See if you were there - so I could thank you. But that line was just - woo!”
“I’m going to have to do something about that.” You weren’t sure if that was directed at you, but Levi seemed lost in thought.
Your coworker soon came back with someone in tow. They talked for a minute and then Levi and his intoxicating scent were gone. Afterwards, your coworker could not shut up about him. There was no way you were going to tell them about the bookshop.
In the days that followed, the line to get into the shop shrunk. But there was a continuous crowd that flurried around. A few employees you recognized seemed to be doing crowd control.
“I don’t care that you want to see him,” said one. “You don’t actually want a book or tea! It’s clogging up the shop.”
So Levi was doing something about the outrageous line. You were looking forward to being able to shop there again. The employees inside seemed less stressed when you went in and, at least, you weren’t brushing shoulders with anyone.
“Hey, [Name]!” Mikasa called as she spied you. She waved from her spot at the book counter where she was talking with Levi. You waved back at her, accidentally met Levi’s eyes, and then shuffled off into the book aisle to grab the next installment of the series.
You paid for your book, then went over to the tea shop. You didn’t know much about tea, but you figured you might as well start trying the different blends. There was a small display set up that recommended different teas for certain books. Like a nice citrusy Lady Grey to go with Pride and Prejudice.
“I don’t think that tea pairs with your book.”
You knew that voice. You turned to find Levi there with you, hovering, observing as you skimmed through the tea bags. You looked down at the pouch of English Breakfast Tea in your hand.
“You don’t think so?”
“You’ll want a black currant tea.” Levi reached just above your head and pulled down a paper bag with a raven on it. “I’m partial to this one.”
You took the bag, turning it over in your hand. You put the original pouch you grabbed back. Awkwardly, you smiled at him. “Uh, thanks. Guess I’ll go pay for this then.”
You weren’t sure what to make of it, it was probably nothing. But this encounter left you with a strange feeling. There were a few more like that to follow too.
“You’ll want a different tea for that,” he said as you picked up the third book.
“I can’t just make the black currant one?” you asked, baffled.
“Each book has a flavor that it pairs with. This one is more of a mint. If you pick wrong, you'll ruin the whole damn experience.” Levi turned the full power of his eyes on you. You were frozen under them. “Just like each person has their scent. Each scent has something that pairs nicely with it. For example, mine is lavender, yours is more of a sage. The two go well together.”
“Oh,” was all you could manage. That was the first time you felt the little flutter in your chest.
Every time you went to Stem and Spine to purchase a book Levi was there over your shoulder. He’d direct you to whichever tea he felt best went with it. He even started talking about the nuances in the flavors. How the aromatics helped, which shape of tea bag was optimal, ideally how long to steep it for. You became very knowledgeable about tea in the following visits. You were sure you'd be an expert by the time you went to pick up the last book in the series he showed you. But nowhere near as knowledgeable as Levi.
The next time you went, you saw Mikasa at the counter speaking with Levi.
"You can have the days off. Just fill out the request form," Levi said as you walked up to them.
"You're going on vacation soon, Mikasa?" you asked.
She turned her eyes to you. "My mate is going into his rut soon. I always make sure to take those days off to help him with his nest or anything else he needs."
You smiled at her. "That's really thoughtful, Mikasa. I hope, if I find someone, that they're like you."
She raised an eyebrow. "You don't have a mate?"
"No." You shook your head and shrugged.
You could've sworn you caught Mikasa giving Levi a nudge and a sharp look. Levi gave her a brief glare back. Then his eyes turned to you, his gaze relaxed.
"Why?" he asked.
You laughed humorlessly. "No one's ever really stuck around or I broke up with them. One guy tried to get me to sell my book collection. He said that they were just a waste of time and money. So I decided that he was a waste of my time. There's nothing worse than someone who doesn't understand your hobbies."
Levi said nothing but hummed in response.
"Do you have a mate out there in this big wide world, Levi?" you asked.
"No," he spat curtly.
You didn't mean to gape, but you couldn't deny you were shocked. "Really?"
"What?"
"I'm just surprised, ya know? With your strong scent and how handsome you are... I just figured by now someone would have come along. That's all."
Levi looked away from you. "My scent is more trouble than it's worth. All it does is draw shitty little brats."
You chuckled. "I can see that, considering the long line the first month you guys were open. I also noticed the growing wall of banned people. – Well I just came in to grab something really fast before work. My shift starts soon."
The college students were starting back up for the autumn semester. The streets began to fill up with cars of fresh faces, new dreams, and overstuffed suitcases. You had a feeling there'd be a new influx of people at Stem and Spine.
The hunch was correct.
Before you knew it, the store was once again filled wall to wall with people seeking Levi's attention. He seemed increasingly agitated every time you saw him. Then he once again disappeared for a few weeks, causing the crowds to thin.
“I heard the author is writing the final installment,” Mikasa said as she rang you up. “It’s supposed to be out in a few months.”
“Really? I thought this was the last book?” You raised an eyebrow. You weren’t upset, just surprised. The story felt like it could easily be wrapped up in one book. You hoped it wasn’t going to be one of those strangling the plot lines scenarios, where the whole series goes down in flames right at the end.
“Nope, one more.” Mikasa shook her head. “I’m sure Levi will be upset.”
“Does he really like this series?”
“No.”
You met her with a curious gaze. Her eyes gave you nothing in return. You’d never really noticed how similar she and Levi looked until then. Both with silky black hair and unwavering grey eyes.
"I don't smell him around today. I take it he's still in hiding? I guess I'm on my own to find a tea, then," you laughed.
Mikasa handed you your bag, it was brown paper with a dark red book and tea leaf stamped onto it. You had a small collection you kept folded under your sink and used for various things.
"Hey, before you go," Mikasa started. "I'd like to consider us friends."
You nodded and smiled at her. "I'd like to think so."
"So then would you like to hang out when I'm not working? I was thinking about going to see the movie for this, it comes out soon. Would you like to go? I'll buy the tickets."
"That'd be awesome! I can pay you back."
Mikasa laughed, then waved her hand dismissively. "It's no issue, don't worry about it. Give me your number, and we can pick a date."
You exchanged numbers then wandered over to the teashop. You were only a little upset to be tea shopping alone. You were so used to having company. You wondered what type of tea Levi would recommend. You had to admit, you were starting to look forward to your shopping visits more knowing he was there. You were happier to see him than Mikasa most days. You were grateful for your newly formed friendship, so it made you feel a bit guilty. But you couldn’t deny that there was something soothing about listening to Levi’s passion for tea.
You thumbed through the pages of the book. Skimming without trying to spoil anything for yourself. You were just trying to get the feel. What flavor would this book be? Something dark and fruity, like a black currant? Or something a little lighter, more classic like the mint? You settled on an orange bergamot, this would have to work. You paid and then walked over to your job.
About half way through your shift, a familiar tsunami of lavender smacked you in the face. Levi strode casually through the lobby looking bored as ever. He had a bag in his hand. You wondered if he’d been out shopping. You met his gaze, immediately diverting your own back to your paperwork.
“Mikasa said you were in the shop today,” he said, the scent rolling off of him was strange and heavy.
You looked up, getting sucked into those silver pools. “Yeah, I came to get the next book in the series. I figured you were still keeping your distance. - Did you need my help with something? Did you need John again?”
“I wanted to make sure you didn’t pick a shitty tea.”
You scrutinized his face. It held absolutely nothing. He really came all this way to ask what tea you picked? Well, it was just the next street over. But he still had to go out of his way to see you. He didn’t have to do that. Your heart fluttered.
“I skimmed through, but I’m not sure I picked the right one.” You handed over the bag of tea you bought.
Levi rolled his eyes. “Tech, don’t spoil it for yourself, idiot.”
He took the bag, examining it thoroughly. He considered the ingredients for a long moment. You could practically see the cogs turning in his mind. Finally Levi handed it back over to you.
“Interesting choice,” he started. “But it works. I’m impressed.”
“Thanks, I really tried to put your lessons into practice,” you laughed. There was a long stretch of silence. “I suppose you’re probably going back to Stem and Spine, I won’t keep you any longer. But I appreciate you stopping by, I didn’t think you remembered that I worked here.”
Levi stood a moment longer, then placed the bag he’d been carrying on the counter. It was from his store. “I brought this in case you picked wrong. - I’d still like you to have it.”
You stood. “No, I couldn’t -”
“I insist.”
“At least let me lay you for it. Or exchange it for the one I bought!”
Levi was already walking away. “Just take the fucking thing. I picked it out for you.”
Then Levi was gone, but his lavender scent still swam in your head. You took the bag from the counter, peering in to inspect its contents. You were so curious what he picked. You pulled out a white bag of loose leaf tea with a rose stamped on it in pink. The name read The Start of Something Sweet, it was made with strawberries and rose. You couldn’t help but smile a bit to yourself.
Later that night you made yourself a cup using what you remembered of Levi’s impromptu tea lessons. You couldn’t keep the little smile off your face. Not even as you talked with Mikasa about your movie plans. You picked a date two Saturdays away. You were really excited, you could only hope that the movie did any sort of justice.
A few days later, you made another trip to Levi’s store. It was restock day. As usual, you beelined for the new arrivals section. You were disheartened to find your requested book had still not made an appearance. You groaned. Maybe they couldn’t find a distributor either. That’d be just your luck.
“Looking for anything in particular?” Mikasa asked, stopping beside you. “You look disappointed.”
“Yeah,” you sighed. “I’ve been on the hunt for this one book and no one has it. I’ve checked everywhere! I even put it on your recommendations list when you first opened. It’s just getting annoying at this point.”
“Maybe I can track it down for you and get you a rush order?”
You smiled at her gratefully. “You’d do that for me?”
Mikasa shrugged. “It’s no problem. I don’t see why not. What’s Levi going to do? Fire me?”
“Sweet, thank you so much! I’ll text you what I’m looking for.”
“Hey, I’m actually about to go on break. Do you want to go get something to eat with me? You have off today, right?”
You agreed and hovered by the counter while Mikasa grabbed her things from the back. You chatted idly with a few of the other employees. They were complaining about how busy it’s been since school was back in session. You hadn’t been surprised, of course. They did build the town around the university after all.
Once the scent of lavender began wafting in, everyone became tense. You noticed something was off. It was sharper and so sweet it was almost bitter and very dense and heavy. Levi stalked in, looking irritated. He gave a sharp glare to his employees, but didn’t say anything. Instead marching through the door that said employees only on it.
“Something must’ve happened,” said one of the employees you were talking to. “He was in a good mood this morning.”
You wanted to go after him. In fact, your feet even began to pull in his direction on their own. But you stopped yourself, embarrassed. Tea aside - you didn’t know him all that well, after all. The last thing he’d probably wanted was a random omega tailing after him.
You had a thought, a reflection of something he told you - a book and a good cup of tea always made his mood better. He told you in passing, he probably didn’t even remember saying it. You knew you’d seen your favorite book somewhere in the store. With any luck, it was one he hadn’t read. You swept through the shelves, quickly finding it, then went to find a matching tea. You’d already had one in mind. Mikasa emerged just as the cashier was packing it all up for you. You had them wrap it in brown paper.
“Did you find something after all?” she asked.
You felt warm. Did it get hot all the sudden? You looked guiltily at the items in your hands.
“Actually,” you started awkwardly. “These are for Levi.”
“Levi?”
“Yeah, he seemed pretty mad when he came through a few minutes ago. Could you - I don’t know - could you give these to him for me?”
“I think it would be better if you gave them to him yourself, he’s still here.”
Mikasa didn’t give you much of a choice as she steered you towards the door he’d gone through. She forcefully shoved you down a small hallway and into Levi’s office. He was furious when he heard the door open. The sharp scent was even thicker in here, nearly suffocating. But you couldn’t help your overwhelming urge to calm him.
“[Name],” Levi grumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose. His eyes were shut tight. “I know you can fucking read, the sign says employees only.”
“They have something for you, don’t be an asshole,” snapped Mikasa.
You thought you heard Levi mutter brat under his breath. He looked up at you, eyeing the items in your hands curiously. You smiled a bit. Avoiding his gaze, you admired how neat his desk was. You were sure, if you had a ruler, that everything would be evenly spaced apart.
“You seemed upset when you came in,” you said, swallowing thickly. “I remembered what you said and thought maybe a book and some tea would help? This one’s my favorite and I picked something that I thought went with it. - I promise I paid for it.”
You placed the items on his desk and slowly backed away. You tried to slip away now that your peace offering had been given. Mikasa, however, wouldn’t let you leave. Levi picked up the book, turning it over his hands. He studied the cover and read the synopsis. Finally, after a long minute, he hummed and turned back to you.
“I haven’t read this one,” Levi said. You stifled a sigh of relief. “You make interesting choices in tea, thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” you said quickly and Mikasa finally let you out the door.
Mikasa didn’t bring up the incident over lunch. You, on the other hand, couldn’t stop thinking about it. Why did you do that? It was incredibly impulsive, but also inappropriate. That was basically the equivalent of screaming out how much he made your heart race and your palms sweat.
You tried not to dwell on it. But over the course of the week, you found yourself reflecting. You had hoped, more than you realized, that he would like what you brought him. You wanted his approval, not just his thanks. But you hadn’t been able to find the time to stop by the store and see if he’d read it. You’d been too busy with work, along with some plans with friends.
The next time you saw Levi was at your work again. He came bearing another bag. You were worried your coworkers would start getting the wrong idea. An alpha giving an omega gifts - how must that have looked to them? Then again, it was awfully presumptuous to think that the bag was for you.
But you were certain that Levi would never court you. Did you want him to, even? You hadn’t put much thought into the idea. But you didn’t hate the thought of getting to know him better. All you knew was what little he’d revealed in your chats while you picked out books and tea. Along with a little of what Mikasa had told you.
“We have to stop meeting like this,” you joked as Levi stepped up to the counter.
There was a certain air about him today. Maybe it was the way he’d slicked his hair back neatly. Or how starched the collar on his shirt was where it came out of his camel colored vest. He even seemed a touch more rested than usual.
Levi placed a bag on the counter. “This is for you.”
You couldn’t stop the sound of delight that came out of your mouth as you took the book out of the bag. It was finally, finally in your hands. After countless hours of fruitless searching, the damn book was finally in your hand.
“Holy shit,” you cried. “You found it! How much do I owe you?”
“It’s on the house this time.” Levi reached in and pulled a small brown pouch out of the bag. He smirked, which sent a chill down your spine. “Cinnamon, something spicy to go with that dirty fucking shit you’re reading.”
You froze mid celebration, oh shit. It was indeed a book with a good chunk of smut in it. Your friend had let you borrow her copy, that’s the only reason you knew about the book in the first place.
“You read it?” your voice came out hoarse.
Levi clicked his tongue. “The important parts, to figure out which blend would go along with it. It’s no wonder you couldn’t find it, no self respecting bookshop carries porn.”
“It’s not porn!”
You were not expecting him to read it. But of course he would only read the spicy scenes. No context to the story or anything else. You were devastated.
“Mhm.” It did not sound like he believed you. With that, Levi turned and began to walk away. He called over his shoulder to have a good day, followed by the pet name they used in the book.
You felt warm all over, tingles chasing from head to toe. You stared after him until he was gone. Then you sat flustered in your seat with your cheek against the cool desk. You could feel a scream burning in the back of your throat. You were so glad there was a half wall so no one could see you.
When you finally got up the nerve to crack open the book you found an envelope. Your name was written in beautiful cursive on the back. Cautiously, you cut it open. Inside was money and a little note in the same scrawl.
I won’t hold this against you. I know your entire taste in literature isn’t trash. Here’s money back for the stuff you gave me. I can see why it’s your favorite.
L. Ackerman
PS. Don’t even fucking think about trying to give the money back.
It was a short note, but it was enough to bring that flutter back. You couldn’t help reading it over and over again.
Before you knew it, movie day was finally upon you. You dressed casually and were so excited that you got to the theater an hour before it started. There was no Mikasa in sight, so you sat on a bench and read. You didn’t start to worry until there was only fifteen minutes before the movie began and she was still nowhere to be seen. Not even a text.
You: Hey, just checking if you’re close by.
Mikasa: Sorry, I’m not going to be able to make it. Enjoy the movie, you’ll have to tell me what I missed.
You groaned. You did not want to see this movie on your own. Though, you supposed it wasn’t so bad. Lots of people went by themselves. You’d just been looking forward to some bonding time with your new friend.
“So this is what that little brat was up to,” said a voice behind you. You turned to find no other than Levi. His scent was just beginning to wrap you up in a field of flowers. He had two travel cups with him, and looked as attractive as ever. No white collared shirt today. That was replaced by casual clothes and tight fitting jeans.
“Mikasa?” you asked, forcing yourself to look away.
He rolled his eyes. “I should’ve known, she didn’t even read the damn thing.”
You stood in silence for a moment. You had to wonder if this was as weird for him as it was for you. You had to admit, you did not see this coming. You could only wonder if he was disappointed to see you there.
You cleared your throat. “Look, you don’t have to watch it with me. We can sit in separate rows -“
“Don’t be stupid. Here.” Levi held out a cup to you. “You didn’t get to read the first book with anything. - Let’s go see if they fucked our shit up.”
Levi grabbed your wrist, tugging towards the direction of your theater. Your skin tingled where he touched you. You weren’t surprised by the amount of stares, but each set of eyes you passed was still unnerving. You were glad to be in your seats where it’d be harder for them.
“I heard they’re already filming the next one,” Levi stated after a few moments. He wasn’t looking at you. He concentrated almost too hard on the screen, you thought he was going to bore holes into it. “We should go see it together when it comes out. Maybe grab dinner beforehand.”
“Like…a date?” you asked. It slipped out before you could stop yourself.
“What the hell else?”
You paused for a moment, twisting to look at him. You couldn’t figure out if he was serious or not. His cheeks gained a flush of pink. You smiled at him, then settled back into your seat.
“Yeah, I think I’d like that.”
Levi nodded, but didn’t say anything else as the lights went down. Somewhere through the night, in the tension of the dark theater, your hand ended up enveloped in his.
In the morning Stem and Spine was your first stop. You were there as soon as they opened. Mikasa was doing the opening drawer. You watched as Levi went up and slammed his hand down on the counter. She didn’t so much as flinch.
“Oi,” he said. Mikasa looked up at him. “What the hell was that stunt you pulled yesterday?”
You walked up behind him. “Yeah, you did miss one hell of a movie.”
“I don’t know why you’re both so annoyed, it seems my plan worked,” she said bored, not even bothering to look up from the cash she was counting.
“How did you know we wouldn’t just walk out of the theater and not watch the movie together?” you asked.
“You both like that series too much. Besides, Levi may know a lot about tea, but he’s also stupid. He never does anything for himself. So while he may not have realized what he was feeling, we all could see it. He just needed a little push. And so did you, [Name]. I knew you liked Levi.”
“I never actually told you that, though. I never told anyone.”
“You didn’t have to. You could smell it in the air when you were around each other. Like a call and response. You two were perfect and you couldn’t even see it. I knew from the first day you walked into the shop.”
Levi took your hand. “Don’t look so fucking smug.”
Mikasa laughed as Levi took you to his office. As soon as you stepped in Levi shut the door behind you. He gave you a swift kiss on the cheek as he went to his desk.
“She’s right you know,” he started, intentionally avoiding looking at you. “We are the perfect blend.”
You couldn’t help but wholeheartedly agree.
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☰ ANYTHING FOR YOU –.ೃ࿐ 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧.
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levi swears that he's a clean freak – that he can't bare to even come into contact with anything remotely filthy.. but it came to your surprise that on your sick days, he won't waste a second to be by your side the whole time.
levi swears that he's a clean freak, until he's literally laying right beside you and keeping a warm cloth on your forehead. he isn't afraid to be within the proximity of you so much so that he himself could get sick – but he didn't care.
"you'll get sick though, levi.."
"to hell with that. as long as you get better, i'll take care of myself later."
levi swears that he's a clean freak, but then the moment you feel yourself needing to vomit, he's gathering your hair in a ponytail with a small bucket placed in front of you. he didn't give one thought about what splattered on the bed sheets or the mess he'd have to clean up later.. all that mattered was you in that moment.
"i'm sorry. i got some on your shirt, i shouldve-"
"don't you dare apologize. forget about my shitty shirt, you okay? here, i'll get you some water."
levi swears that he's a clean freak, until he's wiping the snot from your nose with his handkerchief, letting you blow your nose until it felt empty. his brows furrowed with concern to which you thought was disgust at first – it's hard to read him sometimes.
"you don't have to do this. i know it can be gross for you."
"i want to do this, love. just blow, it's okay i've got you."
levi swears that he's a clean freak but when it comes to you, he'd push it all aside, forgetting that he used to wipe his blades on the battlefield after a bloody attack or how repulsed he felt living in the underground. he had forgotten what it felt like because now, he'd do absolutely anything for you, even if it meant getting his hands dirty every now and then.
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☆ — 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @luvjiro , @youre-ackermine , @lovolee3 , @notgoodforlife , @averysmolbear , @bejewelledd , @leviismybby , @evas-leslas , @roseofdarknessblog @cometlevi , @21aurora (! ! 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝💌)
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