#levi ackermann x reader

[poeticghostbaby]

terrible year so far

but then i remember fanfiction exists

….

life ain't so bad now

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[ponderingmoonlight]

Sharing a bed with Levi for the first time after he came back

Just a little aftercare for this fic (click to read)

You still can’t believe your own luck. After all those years you endured this merciless war underneath the surface, all those years you prayed for your beloved husband to come back. And now he’s sitting next to you in the dim candle light far past midnight while reading through a tower of papers. And you simply cannot bring yourself to let go of him.

How are you supposed to ever let him go again when last time, you didn’t see him for years after?

“You should go to sleep, love. It was a long day”, he gently murmurs into your hair.

Looking up at him through sleep-deprived wet lashes still seems like a dream. Just the feeling of his warmth pressed against yours, his tight biceps between your eager arms, his minty smell you remember oh so well. It really seems like nothing changed.

But the look on his face tells you otherwise. Those dark circles that get enhanced by the dim moonlight don’t lie as well as the worry lines that now decorate his face. There is absolutely no doubt in the fact that Levi went through a lot without you. Your heart clenches uncomfortably inside your chest, arms holding onto him even tighter.

“I was wondering…If you’d mind sharing a bed with me…”, you mutter.

Why on earth are you acting so shy right now? The man sitting next to you is your husband, after all.

Levi lays the paper he just read through aside, hand lifting your chin up ever so gently.

“I don’t remember when I last slept a night, (y/n)”, he admits while putting strands of hair behind your ear mindlessly.

"It seems like I forgot how it works the day I lost you."

Your heart drops to the floor, eyes wavering in nothing but grief. What did he go through without you by his side, what horror did his grey eyes see? Out of instinct, you put your hand into his nape, draw his lips even closer to yours until they finally meet in a tender kiss.

“Let me show you how it’s done, then”, you whisper against his softness before you lift yourself up.

The air in the room around you seems to sparkle while your hand guides him to the plain single bed standing in the middle of the room. Countless nights, you imagined the love of your life back by your side. Countless nights, you tried to remember what his body feels like pressed against yours, his soft breath caressing your cheek every morning.

You let yourself fall onto the hard mattress, the bed not giving in an inch by your weight. Levi soon follows behind, his now dark eyes glued to your face.

“You can’t imagine how much I missed this. Since the day I had to leave you behind, I didn’t allow myself to fall asleep without holding you between my arms when I wake up.”

You feel like crying and giggling at the same time, a sad smile decorating your lips. Oh, how much you missed your husband, how much you longed for sharing a bed with him again.

“But now you can. Trust me when I say I’ll never leave your side again. No matter what. Even if you push me away.”

Oh, how good it feels to press your head against his firm chest, his steady heartbeat making you feel like home.

“I would never push you away, (y/n).”

He wraps his arms around your shoulders and waist gently, pushes you even closer against his inviting body. For the first time since you finally got your husband back, you allow your eyes to rest, to take a break from constantly gazing at him.

Slowly but surely, you feel his steady breath against your forehead, how his firm muscles relax around you just before you yourself get consumed by darkness.

What a bittersweet and tender night it is, finally sharing the same bed with your husband after longing for him countless nights.

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[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

i know i'm always talking about levi drilling into you but tonight i'm thinking of almost painfully slow sex with soft dom!levi

imagine the way he looks into your eyes as he holds your thighs together, his cock twitching at the sounds that your pussy was making as he slowly thrusted in and out of you. you were basically sucking him in, and it was taking all his willpower to not start drilling into you.

soft dom!levi that purrs into your ear about how wet you are for him, about how good you are for him, and how it's taking everything in him to not fuck you senseless.

soft dom!levi that doesn't change his pacing, even when he feels your warmth clenching around his cock. he'll trace gentle circles on your clit with his fingers, slowly dragging you closer to your high, and it was driving you nuts that he wasn't speeding up, and that he wouldn't speed up no matter how much you begged

"you wanna cum?" he'd ask, already knowing the answer, as his fingers continued to circle around your clit. you'd shudder from feeling his breath on your ear. once you responded with a shaky nod, every following thrust went deep into you, with the tip of his cock consistently rubbing up against your cervix.

when he finally lets you cum, he continues to slowly fuck you through your orgasm, his thrusts still slow but deep, and his fingers still rubbing up against your clit, sending a mix of euphoria and overstimulation throughout your body.

you heard an unsteady breath escape his mouth as his pace picks up ever so slightly as he began to snap his hip into yours, sliding his twitching cock all the way up against your cervix as he shoots his load into you, biting at your shoulder to help him bear through his own high as he continued to move in and out of you, desperately trying to suppress the whimpers that threatened to escape his lips.

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[chaotic-on-main]

Shoveling Snow with Levi

moodboard and drabble oneshot for @humanitys-strongest-bamf who requested shoveling snow and hot tea snuggles with Levi <3

content: fluff, modern au, established relationship, marriage, winter

word count: ~1.3k

Levi is the kind of man who will do all of the hard chores, even though you're very much capable of doing so. Shoveling snow is one of those. To be honest, you didn't mind because shoveling snow was the worst part of winter next to having to drive in it. But it means time away from your newly wedded husband, and for that you were sad about it.

On this particular day, Levi awoke to a few feet of new accumulation staring right back at him from the window. The weather forecast predicted no such thing so he grumbles something under his breath, unfortunately waking you up for the day. He feels you stirring and rolls over to see your face half covered from the plush pillow, a sleepy eye peeking over the navy blue cloth.

“Sorry, Love. I didn't mean to wake you.” Levi says softly as he inches closer to you and wraps his arms around your waist just to pull you into him. His bare chest is warm from being under the sheets all night. The gentle beating of his heart threatens to lull you to sleep again, but you remember the grumbling that woke you up in the first place.

“What's wrong?” You ask, muffled from being pressed up against his chest.

“It snowed a lot last night, so I need to shovel. Again.” You can already feel the scowl that pulls on Levi's soft lips.

“No. We're staying inside all day. You said.” You whine back, snaking your own arms around him to keep him close. You wouldn't let him go, not ever.

“That was before I knew the forecaster was a liar.” Levi grumbles yet again.

“The weather is unpredictable, you know that.”

“Tch. If I don't take care of it, then it will just melt and make it worse. Do you want to fall on your ass like last year?”

“That's not fair, I was distracted!”

“A cat running down the sidewalk is not a valid excuse when you could have been paying attention to where you were going.” Levi chuckles and rests his chin on the top of your head before kissing it softly.

“Mean. And to be fair, he had a bow in his mouth and he was really cute.” You whisper, a smile still appearing despite the silly comments.

You both lie there a little longer, the only noises in the bedroom coming from the soft exhales you both made as well as the little wall clock on the opposite side of the room. You're almost about to fall back asleep until you're jostled awake by Levi pulling away from you. You do your best to grab him and bring him back but he's too strong for you. Before you know it, you're staring at Levi's muscular back.

“I won't be long.” He says as he stands up and stretches his arms above his head. His back and arms flex from the movement and you can't help but stare. Oh how you wish you could trail kisses down them right now. But you didn't have time for that.

“I'm coming with you.” You state matter-of-factly as you rip off your sheets in a dramatic show of display. You wish you hadn't as the winter morning air bites at your bare skin, but you had to make a point. Pushing yourself out of bed, you turn and stare at Levi with a look of determination.

“You hate shoveling.” Levi states back. He makes his way over to the closet to grab some winter clothing.

“I do. But you promised me hot tea and movies today and I'll be damned if this stops us. It will make it go faster.” You shrug as you follow Levi's steps.

Eventually, you and your husband are both fitted for the snow. He helps lace up your snow boots and you do the same for him. You look like you're ready for some miscellaneous winter sport, but unfortunately you were heading out for something far worse.

Shoveling sucks. Ten minutes in, you can already feel your arms burning and your back aching from bending at such an odd angle. Levi told you to only worry about the walkway connecting the front porch to the driveway. It's a small section compared to his and yet you're still struggling. You're doing your best to slow your breathing and take your time but you still feel sweat starting to accumulate. This chore is enough to make athletes question their fitness, you think.

About an hour passes until you're both done. You collapse into the snow, reveling in the cool that permeates the cloth beneath you. The sky is a brilliant blue with a few low clouds in the sky, no doubt the traces left behind last night's snow.

“I thought you said you wanted hot chocolate and movies.” Levi says as he steps over to you. His shadow covers your face and all you see now is his pretty features with a sun halo around his head.

“I do! I'm just waiting to see if death is going to take me now or later.”

Levi holds his hand out to you and you take it. He pulls you up like you're air and steadies your body to keep you from falling head first the other way. His nose and cheeks are rosy pink from the cold and you reach up to touch his face with your palm. He really is pretty.

“Something on my face?” His gray eyes almost look blue from the reflection of the afternoon sky and bright white snow.

“Yeah, your face. I like it.”

“You're so weird.”

“Yeah, but you like it.”

“Do I?”

“Well you better. You’re stuck with this forever.” You laugh at his stoic expression with one raised eyebrow.

“Just go inside already. Take a warm shower while I get some tea started.” He shakes his head at you as you start to walk away. He calls your name at the same time you feel his gloved hand wrap around your arm.

In just a few seconds, he pulls you into him and is tilting your chin with his other hand towards his face. His lips meet yours gently, the warmth of it all spreading into your face and down to your toes. Then it's over as it started. His face pulls away as he looks into your eyes earnestly.

“Now go. I'm sure you have a ton of movies in mind.”

Levi’s special tea is done brewing around the same time you step out of the bedroom in a fresh pair of pajamas with fuzzy socks to boot. He had the living room ready for a night in. Fairy lights and candles decorate the mantle of the fireplace that sits ablaze. The warmth of it is immediate as you make your way to the couch already adorned with your favorite blankets.

“You know me so well.” You smile over at Levi who is just now setting a tray full of snacks and tea.

“Being together as long as we have will do that to you.” He says back nonchalantly, though you spot that little smile of his tugging at the corners of his mouth.

The movie you picked out was really good. The tea Levi made was even better. As you snuggle up into Levi's side, you take a few deep breaths of his musky scent. It's not long before you're drifting off to sleep again with dreams of snow-filled adventures and your perfect husband.

There is a little over a week left of my winter event! If you'd like to request something, go here for the rules! <3

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[fscottcatsgerald]

Levi losing his virginity to you *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

warnings: smut, afab!reader, racially ambiguous!reader, use of 'cunt' to describe female genitalia, allusions to rape/sexual assault as something baby!Levi probably witnessed, mentions of prostitution, mentions of childhood trauma

Levi had been a virgin before me met you. Sex was never particularly high on his priorities. Sure he got horny like everyone else, but he was fully capable of taking care of himself in private.

His childhood had exposed him to the barbaric sex only found in a brothel; the diseases, abuse, and violence against the women whose job was to be subjected to those horrors and to just accept them for money and survival. Sex in that regard was disgustingly dirty, disease ridden, and not something he wanted to partake in. Not with a stranger and definitely not by paying for it.

Any sort of romance was also lacking in his life until he met you. His formative years had denied him the time to even consider romance or affection, having needed to focus more on just surviving.

But then he met you and for the first time in his life, he found himself yearning for your attention, your affection, your touch. No matter how much he tried to shake the feelings, desperately trying to convince himself that you were a member of his squad - that he was your superior and such desires were inappropriate - he found himself drawn more and more to you.

One heated argument over your reckless behavior on the battle field had been the final thread to snap in him before you found yourself pinned between him and his bookcase; faces mere centimeters from each other. But it was you who had finally closed the distance by pulling him into you - crushing your lips together. The first kiss was heated and rough; fueled by what felt like a lifetime of built up desire.

From that moment forward you found yourselves quietly catching glances of each other throughout the day, gently brushing hands in corridors, and sneaking kisses in his office late at night whilst the rest of the barracks were well asleep. For months this continued, midnight rendezvouses gradually growing in intensity but never pushing over the edge. You didn’t mind, however, knowing enough of Levi’s past to understandingly let him take his time. Until he finally took the leap…

Which is how he found himself buried deep within your velvety walls for the first time. Sweat sheened forehead pressed to yours as shaky arms kept him off of you enough to not crush you. He breathing heavy and ragged, eyes clenched shut; desperately trying to ground himself after the first thrust into you. The intensity of the pleasure he felt as your cunt seemed to squeeze him impossibly tighter was nearly too much.

‘Shit’ he finally managed to mutter.

Head lifting up to meet your eyes. Your pupils were blown just as wide as his in the shared pleasure you both felt. The sound of his curse sending a thrill through you causing you to involuntarily clench around him. He swore he could get lost in you - in this feeling of being impossibly connected.

Slowly withdrawing only to thrust back in, Levi crushed his lips to yours to stifle the moans he wasn’t ready to be heard. He had regained enough composure to reach out with one hand to grab one of yours, interlacing his fingers with his own as he set a languid pace - relishing the feeling of his cock slipping in and out of your tight heat.

Soft mewls left your own lips as your free hand entangled in the hair at the nape of his neck; you desperately tried to push his lips impossibly closer. Teeth clashed as tongues explored each other, all the while Levi’s thrusts growing in intensity. He might not have been the biggest in size, but the way his plush head repeatedly kissed your cervix was mind blowing. Lifting one of your legs with his own he managed to thrust in at a new, deeper angle.

‘Levi!’ you gasped feeling the head of his cock perfectly hit the spot deep within you that had your vision blurring with the sheer ecstasy.

With a grunt, Levi maintained the angle as best he could as he fucked you closer and closer to his own peak. How he had managed to keep from coming this long was a surprise given the way he thought he would lose himself on the first thrust.

‘Fuck-‘ he hissed reaching his peak with little warning, his warmth shooting into you and the feelings of it sending you over the edge as well. His name sung from your lips as you clung to the nape of his neck and back.

Panting and nearly drooling from the white hot wave of pleasure, Levi once again pressed his forehead to yours as you both came down from your highs. Gently you stroked the muscles of his back in lazy circles having revived faster than he. Placing a chaste kiss to your lips, Levi finally rolled off of you sprawling (as best he could on the cramped barrack bed) beside you.

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[romantichomicide95]

Levi Ackerman x fem!reader

Summary : I was talking to a friend about all the qualities I love about Levi and decided to write a little Drabble based on that. Pretty much just slight angst and fluff.

“Can I ask you something?” Levi looks up and breaks the silence in the air. You were in his room, after spending the day at the crowning of Historia and were taking the night to relax together, Levi catching up on paperwork and you sprawled out on his couch with a book in hand.

“Yeah ‘Course.” You reply setting the book down and sitting up.

He was looking down at the floor with an intent look in his eyes; he looked almost sad. His brows furrowed and the corners of his lips turned downward. His eyes looked lost in thought. You knew after everything that happened the past few days he was feeling a little lost. He had told you about his past with Kenny the ripper. How he raised him after his mother was taken from him, how he subsequently left him when he was still too young to look after himself. And how he watched him die just yesterday; after the vicious battle you and your comrades had to endure. He didn't go into much detail about the way that made him feel. He wasn't the type to talk about feelings. But you knew, because you knew your boyfriend, you knew Levi. You knew deep down he felt abandoned that day so long ago, you knew how torn up that made him inside. You knew he felt abandoned now, without the answers he so desperately wanted. Why didn't Kenny stay? Why didn't anyone stay? Was it because he wasn't good enough? He didn't have to tell you how he was feeling. Because you knew.

"Why do you like me?." He finally asks taking a deep breathe, still looking at the ground. You're taken aback, this wasn't something you'd expect him to ever ask you. This wasn't something he ever wanted to talk about. Whenever you tried he'd scoff at you or roll his eyes. "You're too mushy y/n" he'd say. You were always telling him how handsome you thought he was, how cute his smile was on the rare occasions he would show it, how much you loved just being around him even when he was being extra quiet. You told him you loved him every day. You assumed he knew why.

"I don’t just like you. I love you Levi. Don't you know that? I tell you every day!" you join him at his table taking the seat closest to him. Levi looks up at you, the sad look in his eyes shot a pain through your heart. You realized it was the first time he'd ever looked truly sad before. He was usually good at burying it deep inside. Unfortunately he was used to loss, he was used to trauma. Your heart ached looking into his eyes now, the man you loved. Looking so…defeated.

"Yeah... you do." he pauses for a second, "but why? Why do you love me? What do you see in me?" he looks down again, being vulnerable definitely wasn't a strong suit of his. He hated it, he hated how he was feeling right now. He hated how this whole mess had him questioning these things. But he needed to know, he needed to know what made you stay. What made you stick by him, when every other person he cared about had died or left him. What was it about him that you saw, because he couldn't see it in himself.

"Shit Levi, what do I see in you?" you pause, he looks up at you and you scoot your chair closer to his. " For starters, you care so much about everyone around you, about our squad...our comrades. You're the most caring, empathetic person I know. Underneath your sarcasm and attitude, which I also love...you're sarcasm and your stupid jokes. You make me laugh, even when you're not trying. Your strong, not just physically, which you are of course. But you've dealt with so much shit Levi. More than anyone I have ever met. And you persevere, you keep going, keep fighting. I know you don't think you're a good captain but I think you're the best, you encourage those dumb kids to do and be better, I see it every day. You give them the space to make their own choices and you stick by the ones they make. I admire it. You encourage me every day to. You make me want to be the best version of myself. And you take care of me. Making my tea just right, giving me your jacket when you see me shiver, letting me hold your hand and cuddle up to you when you're reading...even though you hate it. Your patient with me, and kind. Sure you aren’t the best with words but you show you me you care and you show me you love me. Through actions. I appreciate that. And you are good Levi. You think you aren't but you are. Sure your stoic, and rude, and sarcastic and sassy but I love that about you too. You don't take peoples shit. You're not afraid to speak your mind." you pause and look up at him. He looks a little less sad. His mouth isn't downturned anymore, he just has that same stoic look on his face, the one you're so used to. But he's listening, intently.

"You're also like the hottest guy I've ever met." you giggle, "and that should count for something to.” You sigh, “You're perfect to me Levi, and I would tell you every day if you let me." you swallow, your heart is racing. Your mouth is dry from talking so much, so fast. You feel your throat almost closing up.

Levi hasn't said anything, for what feels like eternity. He's looking at you, or through you rather. His brow furrows again like he’s deep in thought. Carefully running back through everything you said… and than he finally speaks.

"I don't hate holding your hand and I don't mind when you cuddle me." he says matter of factly.

"Well you could of fooled me." you say with a laugh remembering all the times his body tensed when you slipped your hand in his. Or the eye rolls you would get when you asked if you could lay across his lap while he was trying to read the paper or a book.

"Why did you ask though Levi? Is it because of Kenny? I won't leave you…not ever. I think you're too good for me to be honest." you say shying away a little. It was the truth though, he was Levi...Levi Ackerman as you both so recently found out. And he was perfect, and he was perfect for you.

"I'm not.…I’m not too good for you.” he says taking your hand in his. A gesture he didn't do very often. Or at all really. He sighs. “I’m really not…but thanks for telling me that. thank you y/n.” he leans in so close you could smell his mint shampoo. and puts his lips to yours, and than his tongue found its way in your mouth. His lips tasted malty like the black tea he had been sipping. His kiss more passionate than usual, like he hadn't ever kissed you before.

Levi parted his lips from yours, and the kiss was over before it even began. You leaned in wanting more but instead he cupped your chin and ruffled your hair. Than he leaned back in his chair and looked at you. He was looking at you like he'd never looked at you before. Like you were the only person he'd ever seen. You shifted in your seat. Almost embarrassed.

"And I love you to y/n. I know I don't say it enough. I'm sorry." he finally said. You smile at him, he really was handsome. His narrow eyes gray blue and piercing. They looked at you like they could see into your soul. Even his dark circles from his lack of sleep were attractive. They gave him character. His jet black hair, the way it fell into his face framing it perfectly. His undercut you loved running your fingers across during intimate moments. His jawline which you always said could cut his enemies. His body, which was fit and muscular. His arms that could easily lift you, the thought of which always made the spot between your legs tingle. The fact he still looked so young even though he’d been through so much.

“I know. It’s okay. You’re not a talkative man and I don’t mind it.” You say still smiling at him.

“Hmmm” he mumbles, and as if nothing happened grabbed his stack of papers and continued working. “Well I better get back to this.”

“Do you want some help?" You ask.

"I'm almost done. Read your book. I'll come to bed when I'm finished."

And with that you stand up returning to your spot on the couch, trying to read but getting lost in the thoughts of just how much you loved Levi Ackerman.

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[levmada]

Imagine taking Levi's virginity tho.... Him basically crying into your mouth as he cums from another person for the first time, not knowing what to do with himself !!!!!

holy fucking shit my biggest kink 👁

//no warnings besides smut. mdni/mdnf

taking levi's virginity is just... magical. he's so responsive to everything. the very knowledge that it's happening is enough to make his lower half heat, and before you know it, you’re straddling his lap while sat up in his bed, doing nothing but exchanging light, pillowy kisses, and he's half-hard.

his hands shake the slightest bit and he has no idea what do with them. they're braced on the bed by his sides and he needs you to set them around your waist.

it's only when you're dragging your lips down his sensitive neck, making him twitch up towards you and gasp already, that he clutches for you any place he can reach that will even remotely ground him. it's so overwhelming for him to be kissed in a special place not only where he's never been kissed, but to be kissed with so much softness and care.

there comes a point when his shirt is wide open and you're leaving a wet trail behind from loving on his chest. you go so achingly slowly. but it is imperative u take it slow when it's levi's first time. being vulnerable for him?? unimaginable. letting himself actually unwind and feel good?? never. by you? jesus.

groping virgin!levi's big chest and flicking his pink nipples till theyre all peaked and he's gasping at the littlest touch. you scrub his hard peaks with your tongue and he's fucking melting.

then he gropes for u to hold onto. he's so rough about it too bc there is no way for him to act blithe and annoyed about this situation, not while being totally blindsided by the pleasure. he had no idea it would feel so good. so, he's compensating by fisting ur shirt and kissing u hard. rough is all he knows.

i think his first time is also the only time he'll let himself lay underneath and let himself be taken care of, mostly bc he's too stunned to do anything else. he's already hot and overwhelmed by the time your hand is moving between his legs, brushing down that big bulge in his pants with just a few fingertips to get him used to someone else touching him.

and he needs it. it's one of those rare times when levi is left openly vulnerable and unsure. he fights for his life to not let any noises escape, and in the same way, his legs will keep twitching closed at first because he's embarrassed by being so exposed; if u don't get undressed also, virgin!levi will grow anxious from the weird power balance.

he doesn't say much besides respond to you either. levi is far from a chatty person in general, and he's so shy the first time :( with his rough hands he caresses your shoulders, down your sides, your back and holds your jaw when he kisses you. when you have sex with levi in general, he's very touchy.

virgin!levi wants to face you at all times, but he's also flopping his cheek on the pillow and sluggishly tossing it back and forth because it's too intense to look u in the eye while you're playing with his cock and making him feel so good. he could swallow them down at first, but he's too sensitive, and virgin!levi has never been kissed on his thighs before. he's so sensitive in fact that his hips will always be pushing up into your mouth or hand, and he's always concealing little whines, always scraping at the bedsheets, your hair, your hips - always needing something to hold onto.

levi just cant stay quiet forever. when your hand is roaming through the dark wiry hair between his legs, his blushing cock hard and being stroked by your hand in a loose grip, his chest lifts and a ghostly little ah sound escapes him.

before you even pull him out of his pants, there will be a wet spot marking the front of his briefs lol. his cock is so messy from the start, with fat globs of his cum dribbling from the tip. his balls get so full and achy so quickly :( very soon he's broken out into a sweat and his tummy muscles twitch under ur hand.

let's be real, levi doesn't like to get off by himself very often unless it's way too distracting to deal with. and virgin!levi?? his back will start arching relatively quickly, and unless you hold his big strong thighs apart, they'll be closing around your head or ur hand... and if ur amab and you’re gently rocking inside him, levi's heels will literally lock behind your back. his hips will be rocking up, chasing anything and everything you're giving him.

and when he's right on the edge?? u r so right anon, all his soft low sounds grow cut and high in his throat and he'll cry out loud in your arms when he finally cums.

virgin!levi goes totally fucking stupid when he cums, and he cums so fucking hard. all the sounds and smells and sensations makes liquid heat burn in his blood and his cock jump in your hand. the waves of his climax feel like theyre literally crashing over him.

baby cums so much, too. u can bet it's been a long while since virgin!levi got off, so he's just riding it out forever, shaking and whining and twitching. hot cum shoots up to his pecs and all over his belly.

his fingers will get shaky and his head is all floaty and warm. it's unlike any afterglow virgin!levi has ever had bc he's never rly had a reason to bask in it.

levi's stamina in general is crazy, but it would be insanely easy for him to get hard again after he's not so over-stimulated. he's probably still half-hard after he's just caught his breath tbh.

virgin!levi playing with your pussy for the first time ... fucking adoring the hot heavy sweet way your cum tastes and getting way too ahead of himself by making out with your soft cunt. lapping at your twitching entrance like he's dying of thirst and obediently letting you guide his head. stroking his heavy tongue through your slit with both lips held open for his mouth :( he fucking loves to be choked by your thighs.

hahaha is it obvious i love this concept?

as a p.s... i also think virgin!levi's preconceived notions of what getting intimate means are so confused with what he witnessed as a kid in the brothel. he didn't think it could be this soft and move this slow. he thought bruises and aches were a given, and if you actually wanted him inside, he would've pulled back, aghast with you.

he'd be like, "But, I don't want to hurt you."

he assumes that it's always supposed to hurt for you at least at some point, no matter how careful he is. the fact that - if it's done right - it won't hurt at all totally blindsides him.

When you're like ???? "What do you mean?" Levi will flat-out get a little annoyed and ask "Don't you know how it works?"

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[nightqueen1221]

hi!

could you pls write an aot levi x f!reader (same height, or maybe even shorter than levi pls)

basically just the new levi squad finding out levi has a wife.

and depending on what your willing to write, maybe he has kids too. and isabel and farlon are alive and live w them.

if you don't want to write them as alive, then maybe the kids are named after them. if not then just write about his wife, up to you!

thank you! :) <<<333

(Sorry, I didn't really write about reader being short)

-Oh he's overjoyed there's someone shorter than him. He won't show it, but it's there.

-Honestly, no one thought Captain Levi would be married. They've seen you before, but never saw you do anything that could hint towards you being his wife.

-You might mess with him or say something that could be considered as flirting, but they all thought you were closer friends to him that it was fine.

-They treated you the same with mostly kind words and all that. Regardless if you were a member of the cadets or not.

-However, once you kissed him on his cheek and people started to question it.

-"Do you think their dating? Or maybe family?"

-"But, I don't think Captain Levi has any family."

-They give up and ask him. Which he just stares at them for a few seconds to uncomfortable.

-"...She's my wife."

-Such a simple sentence that sent them spiralling.

-"Captain Levi, you're MARRIED?!"

-"Do I seem like I can't be?"

-Their shocked, but supportive none the less.

-However, they're upset they weren't invited to your wedding. Even if it's before you knew them.

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[levisolace]

[1] Expendable Hearts (Levi x F!Reader)

Chapter 1: Windex and Baking Soda

WC: 7,182 Chapter Warnings: slight angst Summary: Everyone in Levi's life knows he only ever dated one girl and that she left him wrecked, bitter, and heartbroken. Many years later, she's back in his life and he doesn't know what to do. story masterlist > next chapter

“It’s always my pleasure, Mr. Brown.”

The corporate smile on your face drops as soon as you hit the end button in the video call application on your laptop. It was the first meeting of the day with a client and you were already exhausted, wanting nothing but to go home and curl up in bed, heavily surrounded by your pillows and weighted blanket for hours. But you know that’s a dream that would remain a fantasy for a while. Why? Because it’s a Monday. It’s only the start of the week and judging from the pile of paperwork delivered to your desk this morning, you would have to work overtime again for the third week in a row. 

Being recently hired by one of the top leading firms in the country is a blessing you will be thankful for every day but as the week goes by and you’re on your fifth pile of paperwork, more than ten meetings in one week, you can’t help but think what would it be like to work for a small, quiet firm. You shrug those thoughts away as soon as they come. You’re grateful for the more-than-average salary the firm provides, at least.

The day went on as it always does: hours of you trying to ignore your back pain. It was becoming unbearable and you can’t even use the ointments your grandmother used to insist you use because it would no doubt infest the building with its smell—your reputation and first impression from your coworkers is at stake. 

As you’re typing back an email from your superior, Atty. Dot Pixis, you halt when you feel the buzzing on your table. You pick it up mindlessly, checking to see the notification. A smile spreads on your face to see that it’s your previous boss, Vanessa. 

hey. how’s working with the big leagues?? pixis is not tiring you out too much is he?? i can give him a word if you want.

pixis is treating me really well, nes. thank u for checking up on me! i miss everyone there at the firm and little ian :(( 

Vanessa, besides being your former boss back in Olsen & Associates, is also your friend and self-proclaimed older sister. She's a well-known attorney, and Olsen is a legend back in law school because she’s an alumnus who’s actually cool and doesn’t have their head up their asses. However, after deciding to settle down and start a family, she opened up a small firm in her hometown. 

i might just have to visit bc i miss my little sis :(( should’ve never let u leave

technically, it’s your fault i left 

i know :( don't remind me

Two months ago, Vanessa told you that ODM is hiring and Pixis contacted her to see if she knows anyone to take the job. Your jaw dropped to the ground when she told you she recommended you and you can send in your resume if you’re interested. It was an offer no one could pass up so before you knew it, you were being hauled into a hours-long bus ride and then anxiously seated for an interview in the city you used to live in. And after about a week of being a nervous wreck waiting for their response, you were contacted that you’ve been selected for the position.

Now here you are, finally settled in your office. You still can’t believe you have your own space in this huge building. You would’ve never thought you’d be working here in the firm you only used to stare at in awe while passing by years ago. 

Although, you have to admit that you miss the warm feeling of the small firm where you all know each other, exchange heartfelt greetings, and gossip when there are not too many clients. Now, you pass by a new face every now and then, most not even bothering to greet you or spare you a look. You can’t blame them. The work here is drastic. 

By the time you left the office, it’s already dark and way past office hours. As you were driving home, you remembered you still needed a few supplies in your apartment. You haven’t exactly settled yourself in, prioritizing work more. God, you even still had a few boxes to unpack. 

You stopped by a 24-hour supermarket that you spotted on your way to work this morning when you had to reroute because of the traffic. It was a little out of the way but it would do. It was still two hours before midnight, anyway.

As you drag your feet through the aisles and drop whatever you felt like you needed in the cart, unwanted memories come creeping in. The air in Paradis City is still the same. Even if a few buildings might have changed or some stores you used to frequent have closed down, it was still the same Paradis you knew—a buzzing city filled with dreams. The streets are never empty, famously congested by students from top universities or office workers. 

When you got the offer for the job, you weighed out the pros and cons. There were only two cons you were able to determine:

You don’t want to leave Olsen & Associates and Vanessa’s hometown, Trost, and

You’d be going back to your hometown, the one you promised not to go back to. 

The pros outweigh the cons, obviously. That weight being the thick fat salary you would be getting. Besides, Paradis is huge and has like three million residents. It’s not like you’d cross paths with him. And it’s been years. He probably forgot all about you anyway. You barely think about him. It was just a silly puppy-love relationship. No biggie.

Keep telling yourself that.

Shut up. 

“That one’s better.”

A voice directed to you made you snap out of your thoughts. It made you painfully aware of how you had been staring at the two options of green tea in your hand for probably more than the normal minutes it takes one to decide. The tall brunette had on a face mask covering half his face, his hair parted in the middle, and he wore a simple light blue button-down and black slacks. He was about two feet away from you when he pointed at the tea canister in your right hand. 

“Oh. Thanks,” you replied sheepishly. Desperate to run away from the embarrassment of zoning out in the middle of a public space, you take his advice and put down the canister on your left hand back to the shelf. 

“You’re welcome. I see my friend drinking it all the time so it has to be good,” he nods and you see his cheeks prop up, probably sporting a smile beneath the mask. You smiled back and thanked him again.

“Can you grab that one for me?” He points at a sweet one, a flavor in contrast with the green tea you chose. It was on the shelf being blocked by your cart beside you. You quickly mutter an apology and reach for a can. 

“My fiancée prefers her tea fruity,” he explains even if you didn’t ask, his ears tinted a bit red from his own statement. You immediately find it endearing. He seems very fond of his partner as he continues to babble about her. “Well actually, she prefers coffee with an unhealthy amount of espresso shots but I eventually persuaded her to drink tea once in a while.” 

“Moby! I know we usually don’t get this brand but guess what? This has a free pink sponge!” 

You freeze at the sound of that awfully loud and familiar cheerful voice heading towards you at a fast pace. You couldn’t turn your head. Your fingers unconsciously grip the can you’re holding harshly with wide eyes. Silently, you were wishing that the person just had the same voice as the crazed tall woman with glasses you used to know or the man beside you isn’t named ‘Moby.’ The former would hardly be the case because from the sound of the voice, the personality of being uncaring of the silent atmosphere of the supermarket, and the way she ran excitedly from your peripheral vision, you were sure that this person was your old friend Hange. For the latter, your last hope dies down as you see the stranger turn his head at the sound of his name and reply with a sigh.

“What the hell are you gonna do with a sponge, babe? We have lots of sponges.”

“Okay but imagine! We swap out Levi’s sponge with a pink one.” 

“I don’t think Levi cares about the color as long as it cleans.”

The fight or flight response in you went crazy at the mention of the name you haven’t heard in years, heavily leaning on the former. You could just hand this guy named Moby’s tea and make a run for it. You doubt Hange would care while being heavily invested in her free pink sponge. 

But why would you run? You only run when you’re scared or did something wrong. Which is it? It can't be the latter, right? 

I did. 

Oh? So you did. You’re scared, huh? That she’d get angry at you for what you did back then. 

I am. 

Run then. That’s all you know to do anyway.

Shut up. Leave me alone. 

“Miss? Are you okay?” 

For the second time in front of the same stranger, you were snapped out of your trance and find yourself gripping the can so hard that you think you’ve made a light dent on the can. Damn, you should really get a decent amount of sleep. You’ve been losing it a lot lately. 

You shake your head and slap your cheek lightly with your free hand. “Sorry. Lack of sleep. I’m fine. Here.” 

You turn to him and hand him the can, hoping he wouldn’t mind the barely noticeable dent you made. Purposely, you don’t stray your eyes away from the man. You don’t want to be the first person to acknowledge Hange. Maybe she doesn’t even remember you. Maybe she doesn’t even want to acknowledge you. 

“Greenie?” 

It was more of a mutter. But with how loud Hanji’s voice is, you and Moby clearly heard it. 

That’s when you look at her and actually see her. She looks the same as you saw her last. Her brown hair was tied up in a ponytail and her brown eyes were covered by thick-rimmed glasses. Nothing much has changed from her appearance except for the disappearance of the youthful look now replaced by maturity. Her gaze is fixed on you, slack-jawed. Her reaction doesn’t surprise or faze you, having expected that much. It’s what would follow that you’re nervous about. What would she say? Will she get angry at you? Or will she even remember who you are? Somehow, you dread that last possible outcome worst. 

“H-Hange,” you breathily let out. You wonder if it’s audible. 

Her fiancé also looks shocked, staring at you and then back to Hanji with widened eyes. “This is Greenie? The Greenie?” He points at you while asking Hange who was still frozen. His tone and reference to you immediately tell you that you have been discussed with people you never met, no doubt now knowing your past with them. 

Greenie. You haven’t heard that nickname in a while. 

It was silent for a few seconds, eyes not straying from each other. You probably look apologetic—scared, even. The man beside her is waiting too. You think he’s having a mini breakdown in disbelief. 

When you see her start to lunge at you, you shut your eyes, expecting her palm to collide with your cheek. You expect her to slap you and scream at you in the middle of the cold supermarket. You expect her to ask you where you got the nerve to come back to the city after all you’ve done. 

Instead, what she did broke down all your expectations. 

Long and slender arms wrap around your figure, pulling you tightly to her chest. Your face is squished against the fabric of her fluffy parka jacket. Even if you suddenly have trouble breathing with how tight her hug is, you were thankful that it covered your face and how you were biting your lower lip, trying to suppress the relief that comes with tears.

“Where the hell have you been?!”

You couldn’t even answer. Or move at all. Not that you even know what to say. 

“Hange. You’re killing her.” You hear her partner say. Hange instantly loosens her grip on you, muttering an apology with a slight chuckle. When she looks down at you, you give her a gentle smile.

“I missed you too, Hange.” And you meant it. 

The tall woman was still not letting you go, arms wrapped just below your shoulders because of the height difference. Even if you were caged in her arms, you can still tilt your head up to look at her. Suddenly, tears started streaming down her face as she tilts her head down to you, her mouth quivering. Then it turns into full-on sobbing. You chuckle as she starts swaying you with her, going side to side like a pendulum as she sobs while wailing your name repeatedly. 

There was no stopping Hange when she gets like this. So you let it happen. You let her hug you like she did many times before. You relish the moment, wanting to pass out and let loose in her hold. Maybe you’re dreaming and you’ll wake up in your bed, filled with disappointment and yearning for some warmth.

When she was satisfied, she let you go and introduced you to Moblit, her fiancé and coworker. They walked with you as you continued to shop, telling you stories about her and Moblit. Thankfully for your sake, she didn’t ask you much about yourself or what happened when you were away. She just asked how you were doing right now and what you were doing in the city. Although you were scared that the news would get to him, you told her the truth that you recently got hired at the law firm. 

“So you moved back then? Like permanently?” Her brows raised in excitement. 

“Well, I have a temporary contract for six months before I’m permanently employed there so hopefully,” you shrug while heading to checkout. As expected, Hange doesn’t care that you practically explained that it’s technically a ‘not yet,’ she shrieks and jumps up and down anyway. 

“Oh my god, this is perfect! Greenie, one of my bridesmaids had to back out but we already had the dress paid and it’s a no-refund. Can you step in for her and attend our wedding? Would you? Please? Please?” Hange begs you, hands clasped together as she stares at you with puppy eyes and a pout. 

You stop in your tracks and feel your heart sink to the ground. She wants you to attend her wedding knowing that many, if not everyone, you used to know will be there. And if his name was so casually mentioned earlier, that meant that they were still very much best friends and he would definitely be there.

And a few minutes ago you were convincing yourself that you wouldn’t accidentally run into him in this city. Now, you have to actually see him and be in the same room for a few hours? 

You start with a chuckle. “Oh. I wouldn’t mean to impose—” 

You were abruptly overpowered by her loud negation. “No, you wouldn’t! Everyone would be ecstatic to see you! I swear.” 

“But—“

Hange sighs dramatically, shoulders slumping with a pout on her face. “I guess it’d be too much, wouldn’t it? You’re probably busy, right? Right. Sorry, I just got excited.” She turns to her boyfriend. “Moby, can you pay for our stuff and Greenie’s too?” 

“What?”

Your eyes widened but before you could protest or take a strong hold on your cart, Moblit was already dragging it away and sending a flying kiss to Hange who giggled like a schoolgirl to catch it with her fist. You turn to her in disbelief as he turns his back. She catches your face, knowing what you’re about to say. 

“It’s fine. That won’t make a dent in his bank account.”

Just like that, you were painfully reminded how no one could get a word in with Hange. 

“Un-fucking-believeable.” 

Niccolo, the training chef, flinched from behind him when the silver-eyed man let out an unprovoked profanity as he entered the restaurant. Connie, his loyal secretary, doesn’t even bat an eye at the unprofessional behavior of his boss, only following behind him with a straight face. 

“Shithead. Call Nile later. Tell him I want a new team on this…” his words halt in disgust as he sees the unfinished, poorly done walls of what was to be a new branch of Kuchel’s. “or I’ll fire his stupid construction company out of every damn project. Verbatim.” 

“Will do, sir.” Connie nods, mentally sighing. Not only is he used to hearing the profanities, but he’s also used to being ordered to say it too. 

Levi nods at his secretary’s response, eager to leave the abomination that was supposed to be at 80% progress at this date. As he turns, he’s faced with Connie and a blonde man he doesn’t know. 

“Who’s this?” 

The blonde man practically shivered at his haze, the corner of his lips twitching at the sides. It was a sad attempt at a smile. Mentally, Connie sighed at his boss’ unfocused mind when there was something that greatly irritates him. The trainee chef was just literally in the car with them and Levi told Connie to bring the chef with them on the way to check the new location. 

“This is Niccolo, sir. He was in the car with us. He’s the one highly considered by the HR,” Connie expertly answered. 

“So you’re on the last stage,” Levi addresses Niccolo. The nervous man gulps but answers. “Yes, sir.” 

Connie watches the exchange, feeling a bit of pity for the tall man cowering at the gaze of such a short guy with a temper taller than a skyscraper. He was exactly like this when Levi interviewed him for the position. 

“Sorry, I had to make a detour because some shitheads can’t do their job right. Let’s go.” 

And so Niccolo and Connie followed the grumpy man back to the vehicle they just got not even three minutes ago. 

Not that he knew what to expect or had guesses but Niccolo was utterly surprised that he was brought to the first Kuchel’s restaurant. The legendary one that went viral. 

When he passed by the reception area, his eyes widened when he saw the reservation list filled with no spots left. It was practically booked for the month from what he saw. 

The kitchen smelled amazing, each one of the cooks was busy and they actually looked happy while working. They worked with so much coordination and laughter like he had never seen before. 

He thought that he’d train or cook with them today, seeing as they’re Kuchel’s main branch’s team. He was excited too. But again, Levi surprises him when he pushes another door open from the kitchen, revealing a staircase. The man says nothing but climbs upstairs. 

Confused but too scared to ask, Niccolo only stares at Connie but who beckons him to follow him up the stairs. When he sees Levi take a glance behind him, his feet move on its own, following the cold short man’s steps.

He sees a living room first. It’s a simple home but maintained well enough to look pristine. He kept on following Levi as he eventually led him to a kitchen. Levi turned to him and he’d be lying if he said that his heart didn’t jump at his sudden order. 

“Do whatever you like. You have an hour.” 

And then he leaves the kitchen, leaving Niccolo confused as he looks around at the domestic kitchen. He sees Connie, Levi’s assistant aggressively mouthing the words ‘cook anything’ as he follows Levi back to the living room. 

“Good job. I think he liked it.” 

Connie whispers to Niccolo before he leaves. Normally, he isn’t allowed to tell the training chefs what Levi thinks. But he’s feeling a little silly and Niccolo is his friend and his best friend, Sasha’s, boyfriend. 

Just like all the other training chefs, Levi brought Niccolo to his old home to cook something for him. Levi is hella picky with them but Connie could see that he actually liked his friend’s food. There was no pursing of lips, which was the worst of them all. Connie had to scramble and get the trainee out before he burst the room into a myriad of colorful words no one wants to hear. 

When they got back to the office, Hange was already there and most probably uninvited. 

“What the fuck are you doing here, four eyes?” 

Levi’s eyes were seething with annoyance as he sees his friend sitting at his desk on his chair, spinning around like an idiot. It was hard to believe that this woman is a professor at one of the most prestigious universities in the country. 

“Shorty! You’re here!” She exclaimed, slamming her hands down on the fine wood of Levi’s desk to stop the chair from spinning. 

“Get the fuck up before I strangle you to death, Hange.” 

Hange chuckles but stands up anyway, skipping before plopping herself on the couch in Levi’s office. “Can you relax? I was just here to remind you that I’m getting married.” 

Levi groans and rolls his eyes. “Who would fucking forget, Hange? You text a fucking countdown at seven in the morning in the group chat tagged to everyone. The mute option has been fucking useless since you learned how to do it.” 

Levi sits down on his chair and switches on his computer to return to work despite his friend’s unsolicited visit to his office. 

“Oh! I wanted to ask you something too! Do you have a date for the wedding? So I can take note of a plus one, maybe?” 

He gives a blank stare to his friend for a second before turning back to his screen. “You know you can ask me that through a phone call, right?” He began typing away on his laptop, answering a few emails Connie forwarded to him. 

“Well, you blocked my number so I thought that you’d rather see me in person.” Hange shrugs with a grin.

Levi pauses, remembering that he did block Hange’s number that one night she insisted for he come over and watch a horror movie with Erwin and Moblit. He was working and couldn’t turn his phone on do not disturb mode so he had to specifically block Hange’s calls. He then proceeds to forget to unblock her until now. 

“So, no date?” Hange presses further. 

Levi grunts, annoyed at the stupid question. “Who the fuck am I gonna bring? It’s not like I’m gonna bring a random girl to your wedding, Hange.” 

“You totally could. They’re called escorts,” Hange suggests like a know-it-all.

“I don’t want a random stranger in your wedding pictures, four eyes.” 

“I would rather have that than see you so depressing in my pictures with your bitch face. Oh! Want me to set you up on a blind date?” Hange’s voice rises again, something that happens when she gets excited over an idea. 

“Fuck no,” Levi spat. 

“Your last serious relationship was decades ago, Levi. Give it a try again.” 

If looks could kill, funeral flowers would be thrown at Hange’s casket instead of wedding flowers. His fingers hover over the keyboard, hanging frozen at her words. At the mere implication of you, his blood boils and his chest tightens. 

“What does that have to do with anything?” 

“Well–”

“Are you saying I’m not over her again, Hange?” 

Before she could answer, the door swung open, revealing a tall blonde man with thick eyebrows who was grinning cheek to cheek. Great. Erwin’s here. Maybe they could send a few more uninvited people, order greasy pizza, and have a party in his office. 

“Over who?” Erwin asks, ever the gossip man. Levi grunts and rests his forehead in his palms as Hange greets Erwin enthusiastically before answering.

“You know who.”

Erwin narrows his eyes at Levi before sitting down on the other edge of the couch. Hange tells him about getting a blind date. “You could try, Hange. I’ve set him up with surprise blind dates before and you know how that went.” 

“Can you two fucking shut up and leave? I’m trying to work here,” Levi spat in annoyance. The pair ignores his grumbling, carrying on their conversation like he wasn’t in the room.

“But I have never set him up with someone before,” Hange points out. 

Erwin purses his lips. “I doubt that you can find a girl better than me, Hange. I tried everything.” 

Erwin and Hange look at each other with mischief, clearly enjoying Levi’s suffering from their teasing. He knows they won’t stop. If anything, it only egged them on further.

Hange places a finger on her chin obnoxiously. “Maybe you could ask the girl to wear green next time.” 

Erwin nods, crossing his arms like he’s actually considering it. “Absolutely. We all know Levi still loves his greenie.” 

God, even her nickname is a pain to hear. 

Levi slams a hand down his mahogany desk so loud that people outside his office probably heard it. It didn’t faze his friends who were snickering on the couch though. They know he’s about to blow. He’s so frustrated that he almost ran a finger through his well-kept hair but caught himself before damaging it, exhaling loudly in frustration before speaking. 

“Look, you dipshits. I told you a thousand times. Forget about that damned woman. I’m not dating because I’m goddamn busy with all these expansions, not because I’m not over a girl who left us all without a fucking trace.” Every word is laced with venom and he ends it with a huff. 

“Fine. We get it. You’re over her but you’re still angry at her.” Hange rolls her eyes. 

Levi doesn’t know exactly when they started referring to her as mere stories or inside jokes. But evidently, it turned out that way. They used to be hurt at the thought of her disappearing. Slowly, they started to forget. Except him. He’s still angry and confused when he thinks of a reason why. 

“I am,” he admits.

“And if she comes to see you again? What will you do?” 

This question again, Levi thinks. 

He sighs. Like an automated machine, he answers the question as he did a myriad of times before, the first being the answer to one of your stupid games of what-if questions when you were together. Most were just ways to make him say those damn three words to you. It was usually just dumb things like “What if I was a worm?” and he would roll his eyes and tell you that he would unhesitatingly kill you before kissing you when you frown in disappointment. One question, however, deeply offended him more than anything. 

“Levi, what if I asked you to break up with me?” 

You were sitting on the couch with a blanket draped over your legs, still reeling from the sad romantic movie the two of you watched where the disabled paralyzed man still decides to die even after he fell in love with his caregiver. 

Levi, who’s in the middle of choosing another movie from your collection of DVDs, freezes in his seat. He doesn’t turn to look at you but you see his whole body tensed up having heard what you said.

“What if we break up like that?” 

You repeat the question with a pout on your lips. Levi finally looks at you with a frown on his face. He sighs and looks away, gaze lifting up for a second as if he’s thinking. 

“No,” he answers even if the question upsets him. “We’re not gonna break up.”

You noticed that his mood falters from your question.  Feeling a little bad, you wrap a hand around his bicep, pulling yourself close to his side. With a smile, you lean in and give him a peck on the cheek. “Don’t be sad. It was just hypothetical.”

He instantly leans unto you. He always does so when you’re near—like opposite sides of a magnet being pulled together by force. He always wants to be near you.

“Can you just go back to stupid questions like the worm shit?” He asks with a low voice, faces too close to each other that his lips could brush yours. 

You give him a teasing grin and hum, nodding but doing the exact opposite of what he asked. Ever his stubborn girl, you continue asking. “But what if I leave you?” 

He glares at you, not very pained this time, knowing it’s just you teasing again. Instead, his brows furrowed as he gazed down at you with his silver eyes. His eyes flick down to your lips and his lower lip brushes against yours for a millisecond. When you were sure he was about to kiss you, he shoves a hand at your face and pushes you away with a little force, making you land on the couch on your back. 

You laugh but curse him out loud for his attack. Levi huffs, crossing his arms and looking away. 

“If you do that, I will ignore you for the rest of my fucking life. You’re dead to me.” He says it with so much conviction that you know he doesn’t mean a word of it. 

You sit up again, frowning then lightly slapping his shoulder. “That’s rude. What if I come back to see you, then?” 

He scoffs loudly, still looking away from you, and spots his box of cleaning supplies. Then, he says the second thing that comes into his mind, thinking that the first one he thought of would seem desperate and pathetic of him. 

He opens his mouth to speak and the words you hear from him causes an ever louder laugh out of you. He smiles before pushing you on your back again. This time, pulling himself on top of you and sealing your lips with a kiss. 

“I’d spray her with some fucking Windex, throw baking soda on her stupid face, and kick her out.” 

Usually, the statement is so funny to them that it ends the conversation. Sometimes, he even gives them a demonstration where one of their unlucky friends gets to be on the receiving end. But this time, Erwin has a follow-up question that goes straight to Levi’s chest.

“And if she insists on staying? What will you do?” 

Levi went quiet. Hange and Erwin give a knowing sad look at each other that Levi doesn’t catch. They didn’t mean to push him this hard. But they had to know if he was ready. 

From just outside his door where Connie’s desk is placed, his secretary listens in as well. He heard about his boss’ ex. The whole office knows about it. His mysterious ex and the only woman Levi Ackerman loved. That was what everyone knew. But from spending too much time with his boss more than he wanted to, Connie had learned the following about his boss’ only relationship:

Her nickname is Greenie because she liked green tea. Levi prefers black tea but he accidentally told you he liked green tea too then ran with it for four months until Hanji revealed the truth accidentally.

The four of them knew each other for a long time. He doesn’t know if they met in high school or college. But in school, definitely.

After getting their undergraduate degree, she asked Levi to break up and broke his heart with words.

After the breakup, she disappeared from Paradis. Levi waited for her for a long time, broken and yearning. She didn’t come back. Now, all Levi has is bitterness in his body.

Those are what Connie gathered from his little detective skills to cope with having to work under the horribly mannered man. Then, he shares it with his best friend, Sasha, during his lunch break. 

He listens a little more, the email he was reading sitting idle for longer than it should. His boss still doesn’t answer. 

Inside, Erwin and Hange await their friend’s reply who is still lost in his own thoughts. Erwin decides to push him one last time. He clasped his hands together and leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees. 

“If she comes to you for closure, will you accept it? You’re over her, right? You can stay angry, that’s valid. She did you wrong. But will you at least hear her?” 

Levi keeps quiet but listens to Erwin. The word closure gives his stomach an unsettling feeling. It felt wrong to hear it. But it doesn’t matter. His friends were just bored and bluffing again. He can bluff too. 

“I don’t really care about her as much as you think I still do. When I see her, I’ll do what I said I would. Then it’s done. I don’t care what she does anymore.” 

It’s been five days since you coincidentally met Hange and Moblit. Before you parted ways, you exchanged numbers and your old friend has been messaging you nonstop. You appreciated it. Hange was always light-hearted and kind. You’re glad she found someone who appreciates her and takes care of her. So when she mentioned that there was a conflict with the invitations, you offered to fix it for her, knowing a thing or two about it. You handled project management a few times as an intern. 

There was once a time when you called her your best friend. You know that’s a title you no longer hold but either way, you were glad to talk to her again. Even if you know that in the very near future, you would have to face what it holds for you. Now that Hange is back in your life, it’s only a matter of time and you’d have to see your ex again. You lie awake at night thinking of what you’d do then. 

It was Saturday. That means no work for you after lunch, thankfully. You ground through your paper works and clients like a corporate machine all week, wanting to finish them before Saturday so you wouldn’t have to go overtime on a weekend. And after about nine cups of highly caffeinated green tea, you finally finished all your work for the week. Now free from the shackles of labor and capitalism, you slung your tote bag over your shoulder and headed out of your office and onto the elevator. 

Passing by Pixis’ office, you inform him you’re taking your leave which he cheerfully allowed, wishing you a happy weekend before you left his office. You bid him to have the same and left the building, anxious to see through the next events of the day. If this was a normal weekend, you’d be content with wasting away in bed as soon as you rushed home. 

You handled the invitations over the week, using your break time to oversee how it’s going with the printing service you trust for things like this. They generously accepted your request for a rush order, knowing who you are. 

The invitations were piled into a box on your coffee table by Friday, ready to be sent out to Hange’s guests. When you texted Hange that they were ready, she sent over her apartment’s address, telling you to personally meet her there on Saturday after work. She argues when you tell her you can just send it in the same day through an app, whining about how she wants to hang out with you. 

Hange, ever the persuasive and persistent person, got you to agree. That, and you still feel guilty for declining her invitation to her wedding. 

After you press the doorbell, you wait patiently with your left hand holding the small box of invitations. Her apartment was apparently a penthouse. An apartment in this building already costs an arm and a leg. Hange is smart and talented, one of her research must’ve been really successful. You also remembered that she was probably living with Moblit here. Ah, the wonders of having a partner in life—shared rent. Maybe you should get a roommate. 

When the door was taking too long to be answered, you shoot up a text for Hange. 

hey i’m here outside ur door ! :)) 

ok! just wAit a bit

It didn’t take Hange long to reply, easing your anxiety a little. When it takes more than a minute after she sends her text, you tilt your head in confusion. Are you at the correct address? Maybe you’re at the wrong unit. You were pretty sure you were on the right one, though. You rechecked it a few times. 

You wait a little bit more before ringing the doorbell again. You assume she’s probably grossed into something and can’t take the door at the moment. With a sigh, you wait a few more minutes, turning away from the door and deciding to scroll through your social media accounts that you barely use. 

A smile involuntarily plasters itself on your face when you see the posts of your coworkers from Trost. Warmth spreads to your chest as you see the office through the pictures, reminiscing your time there. It’s suddenly frightening, the realization that you’re alone in this huge city with no one to turn to. It’s a feeling you’re awfully familiar with, a state you’d rather not return to. 

When you feel yourself drift away to those thoughts, you pull yourself away immediately, figuring that the time you waited should be enough to press the doorbell again. 

But as you turn around to press it for the second time, the door swings open harshly in a swift motion, making you jump a little in surprise and fear as you hear an annoyed groan from a man that is most definitely not Hange coming with it. 

“For fuck’s sake. Did Hange give a woman my addre…”

The two of you froze. 

The raven-dark hair parted in the middle. The undercut. Those gray eyes and his beautiful piercing gaze. Those high cheekbones and soft cheeks. Those furrowed brows and scrunched forehead that was softly dissipated from his face when he sees you standing behind the door. Those delicate pink lips, now parted in awe and mirroring yours.

Neither of you can move like you were frozen in time. Every muscle in your body refused to move. Your brain stopped functioning and wasn't even able to conjure a coherent thought, much less a response. The only thing you could do was stare at the man you once called home. 

He still had dark under eyes but they were more prominent than before. You hate how it still suited him even if you hated how little he sleeps; they make his gaze heavier, willing you to get lost with him. A few strands of his fringe fall over his eyes. They were a little longer than what you were used to but it was still the same haircut you used to run your hand over when you were cuddling. It was a little unkempt. And even though his white shirt is a little crumpled, it still smoothly falls over his frame. It drapes from his defined shoulders to his waist until the hem of the shirt goes over the band of his gray sweatpants that hugged his legs loosely. 

He breaks the gaze spell when his eyes go over you, top to bottom. He stares at your shocked and devastated countenance, the casual but decent clothes that you changed into after work, the box in your hand, and the way your right foot has stepped further back than your left when he opened the door, ready to run away at the thought the man who opened the door was angry. 

You open your mouth to speak. You know you have to say something. Anything. Hi? Hello? How are you? Is this where Hange lives? Why the fuck do you still look so hot? 

But none of that comes out.

Why? 

Levi’s face hardens before you can speak, wiping off the bewildered eyes and replacing them with his infamous glare, silver eyes glistening with specks of anger. His mouth closes into a frown but not before scoffing at you. The scorned expression on his face shuts you right up for a second but you try and carry on.

This time, before you can speak, he slams the door shut in your face with an impact so loud it booms through your whole being enough to raise all the hair on your skin, leaving you standing there in his floor’s corridor appalled and deeply belittled.

Your startled brain is more confused than ever. As you decide to slowly process what happened and not even ten seconds after he harshly shuts his door, it swings open again, revealing the same man who not-so-gently shut it, with a hand still on the knob and the other holding something blue.

His arm outstretched towards you and you were faced with a nozzle of a familiar spray bottle. With a straight face, he sprays the fucking liquid right on your face. You immediately shut your eyes and mouth, leaning your face away from the spray. Although it’s far enough to not cover your face if you hadn’t moved, you still cringe when you feel the tiny droplets on your skin.

You lift one eye open, scared that he’s about to spray again. He puts the bottle down to his side, looking satisfied with his work. When you open both eyes, he shuts the door again, leaving you in the corridor with heightened emotions from the first time he did it paired with an itching aggravation. 

Was that a fucking Windex? 

Hold on. Windex? 

The door swings open again and he fully reveals himself without a hand on the knob like the two times before. This time he’s holding an orange cardboard box labeled Pure Baking Soda and reaches into it with his other hand. 

You shut your eyes close immediately, realizing what was happening when you remembered his words to you years ago. 

“I’d spray you with some fucking Windex, throw baking soda on your face, and kick you out.” 

The baking soda hits your face, making your nose involuntarily scrunch up because of the fistful of powder he threw at you. When you guess that he’s satisfied after successfully throwing you the promised baking soda, you blink your eyes open, finding him still standing there with a straight face. 

“Are you done?” you asked with a deadpan face, covered with baking soda.

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Paranormal Activity | Levi Ackerman x You

Summary: You visit Levi’s place of work for the first time & shit gets spooky & a lil’ slutty. 👻

Warnings: MDNI, 18+ ONLY, NSFW, Fucking in a Haunted House because why the fuck not, Breath Play, Gagging, Public Sex, Exhibitionism, Copious Amounts of Fluff, Two Idiots in Love. Wishing it was Halloween already 🎃🎃🎃

Read Part II

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One glow stick cracks under your trembling palm.

That’s all you and your friends get to lead your way through the twist of halls drenched in shadow, looming beneath the fluttering entrance of tattered black fabric strips in the wind.

Levi somehow convinced you to visit him at work.

The cashier at your local haunt’s ticketing booth fit him so perfectly it almost made you laugh the first time he told you. Of course that’s where he works.

You still have a hard time seeing what he saw in you all those weeks ago.

Insatiably inked from head to toe like he couldn’t get enough. A trait you would later find out he shared with nearly all things as he licked your pussy for hours into the night. His tattoos gliding over his collarbones, over his strong neck, to the back of his ears resting underneath either side of his jaw. A permanent collar.

Levi was…intense. Even then.

Well, running into someone and sending their coffee-or was it tea?-flying, would throw anyone into a panic. But he just stoically stood over you in a scramble, stammering over your words, and he was fucking smirking of all things. Your floral dress flounced about your ankles, peering up at him through your curled lashes with innocent doe eyes.

He was fucking smitten from the start.

And he always likes to see you squirm.

Just like now.

Somehow you didn’t find him in the box at the front of the lot…Maybe you caught him at a bad time? Was he on break?

Totally normal to visit your boyfriend under any other circumstances, but Levi has been far from conventional ever since you first met him, working the front end for one of the best haunted houses in the state. It tops nearly every list and has a cult following for fuck’s sake. The thousands of people lined up just to get a good scare is something else, and you’re about to be-

“Next!”

And here you are, shaking in the cold as your knees knock together under your pure white skater skirt that flutters over the curve of your thighs in the fall breeze. A voice rips you from your anxious haze yet again.

“Remember, stay together. There’s no signs in there, so the goal is to find your way out using the glow stick. As long as it takes,” the host looks up from her stand with a wicked smirk cast your way, “And don’t touch the actors.”

Easy enough.

That was until your friends pushed you in first as they cowered behind you.

One has their hand twisted so far into your shirt that the collar threatens to cut off your air. Shit, I guess you’re really doing this. You step across the threshold holding your breath.

You expected it to be loud in here. Aren’t haunted houses supposed to be loud?

Only the hesitant shuffle of your new black leather Docs that Levi got you can be heard against the unseen path before you. Your friends are already sniveling and whimpering close to your back.

The dark is so thick it feels like it presses into your open eyes unable to adjust to the oppressive lack of light.

“Will you please take your hand off my neck? You’re choking me!” You throw over your shoulder to your friend that’s already in shambles.

“Shit, fine. M’sorry…” The hand retreats from your back and glides into your free hand while the other holds the useless orange glow stick above you barely shedding any light in front of you.

“I can’t see a damn thing with this,” you speak into the air thick with a rolling fog.

In response, the hand in yours shifts, fingers lacing through yours in a tighter hold.

“Don’t tell me you’re that fucking scared you’re holding my hand right now…You’re ridiculous,” you attempt to cast over your shoulder with a roll of your eyes. The faint light of the glow stick illuminating your friend’s face of utter shock as they quietly mouth “what are you talking about?” Panic breaks over their features and pummels through your body.

The deft fingers immediately slip from your hold as if they were never there. Just smoke slipping through your hands and you nearly vault into the air. The shockwave of your reaction ripples through your line of friends that nearly run in all directions as they let out their first screams into the night.

A breathy, disembodied laugh escapes into the air as if they were a prize to be won.

“Fuck! What was that?!” Another friend cries out in desperation while the darkness begins to swallow you all whole.

“Me?” Is breathed onto your neck so sinister and alluring that you can feel the heat of their tongue nearly inches away.

You whip your head around in the direction of that voice again, frantically searching to find nothing. The orange glow of your sole light source is just mocking you alongside the voice now.

Your friends lurch forward in a panic, knocking the light out of your hands that goes flying only to cast the shadow of something on all fours slinking away like a creature in the night.

Unable to fight their impulses, they bolt on instinct, picking up the stick, nearly dropping it again, and taking off in front of you as you scramble to catch up around the next corner.

As the dull glow disappears around the wall, you’re left panting in the dark.

Reaching out in front of you helplessly in the shadows.

Not a soul behind you.

The air is so thick with torment and there’s nothing you can do but grope the empty space in front of you in distress.

Your breaths begin to pick up. You thought you could handle this before.

But alone like this in deafening silence? It’s fucking torture.

The tense atmosphere shifts alongside you, a presence detected, and that heat on your neck again, words dripping down your spine-

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this? Hm? Aren’t you scared, sweetheart?”

“Levi!” You’d know that dark voice anywhere.

“He’s not here, but I can be,” the voice purrs in your ear with a grin.

You reach a hand back to run your hand through the dark hair behind you, and a hand snatches your wrist mid air pinning it to the small of your back. Your fingers flex outstretched chasing the smoke before it speaks again.

“I can help you…if you want. But…you’ll have to help me too,” the muffled voice is far too innocent, sending a shiver through you.

“Oh fuck off and get me out of here,” you sneer and you can feel lips curl back against your neck in a dark grin at your attitude. Teeth grazing over your pulse point, thrumming at a dangerous pace under their heavy gaze.

“That’s not how good girls speak, now is it?” The specter punctuates by licking a long stripe up the side of your exposed throat and you whine against the hold. The grip releases you back into the darkness.

Alone again.

Your boots scuffing the floor in an attempt to ground you in the twisting black.

No sight of a glow or your friends. Maybe they really did get swallowed whole.

An uncomfortable silence scratches at your ears.

Or…was that nails dragging down the metal hallway, endlessly echoing all around you, entrapping you in the sound?

“White, hm?” Sinks into your ear, replacing the cacophony with horrifying clarity.

“Yeah…and?”

A demonically low snicker fills the space between wet lips and your jaw.

“You would wear a white mini dress in a fucking haunted house.”

You have the audacity to scoff in the face of the faceless danger.

“But with the boots too? Shit, don’t tell me you wore them for me.” Lips are licked in a ravenous snarl. “Maybe I’ll let it slide…this time.”

A blaring noise rips through all around you like a truck slamming on its breaks. A bright red flash of light illuminates the silhouette now in front of you. Smiling so devilishly wide with a glint in silver slits for eyes. You find a scream threatening to burst forth from your chest at the sudden shock in contrast to the near pin drop silence from before. But it doesn’t come out. Not yet.

The lights begin to strobe so quickly that you only see him in fractions.

Frame by frame he moves so slow to you.

Dark synth chords are triggered alongside the lights above you, wrapping you in a sensory overload.

Before you can make sense of it all, those lithe fingers graze at the ends of your skirt to the back of your thighs, meeting the crease of your ass, and taking a handful of you as the fabric drapes over his wrists.

You’re panting into his exposed collarbone for dear life and he moves his lips next to your ear, nipping.

“Are you scared?”

“It’s gonna—hah—take more…than that to scare me.”

“Is that so?”

He lifts you with ease, pushing you up the wall as your boots clack against each other. You wrap against him so tightly that he feels your every shiver. Not scared huh…

As you grind down into him he dares to push you back further and a trap door opens behind you. The flimsy wooden door swings on its hinges as he steps in and it loudly slams shut.

You’re in a trick room no bigger than 4 feet across with a small shelf built into the side. He rests you there with your feet dangling off as your heels lock against his waist and pull him in close.

“You little liar,” you growl through your teeth, “A cashier?? You really are a menace, aren’t you?”

“Mmm I’ll be whatever you want me to be, if you still want my help.”

“Oh, I’m indebted to you now? Got it.”

“Hey, your friends ditched you. You should’ve seen the look on their faces. It’s either me getting you out of here or you’ll be alone again.”

“Don’t tell me you’re worried about me?”

“You were hyperventilating.”

“I wasn’t-you don’t-I was just catching my breath.”

Another buzzer tears through the maze sending a bright flash of light over you both, catching each of Levi’s piercings. The bridge between his eyes…a septum hanging over his parted mouth. Two snake bites buried into the plush of his lower lip as his tongue piercing pokes out just underneath his smirk. He reacts to your eyes opening wide as you throw yourself deeper against him, shaking.

“Who’s the liar now?” He pries you back from the safety of his hold as he stands deep in between your spread thighs, pressing against the thin, straining fabric of your panties. They’re stretched so impossibly thin that your lips can barely stay inside the dripping lace, swimming in a floral pattern that casts a spell over Levi.

“Been thinkin’ about you all night. Hoping you’d come in.”

You feign a prissy scoff; face upturned. It’s apart of the game after all.

“Don’t believe me? I couldn’t wait to make you scream.”

“You’ve gotten a good jump out of me at best.”

“I’ll make you scream tonight. Promise.”

At that, he’s running a finger through your folds over your panties that are about as useless as that damn glow stick.

And fuck, you moan long and loud into his ear.

“Close, but not where I want you, sweetheart.”

He hooks his hands underneath your knees sliding you closer to his cock hardening beneath you. Your hands fly back from his neck to the small platform to support yourself. You arch back into him with a guttural sigh that shakes through your teeth.

“Not good enough, baby,” he exhales in disappointment and feathers a kiss against your knee. His hand slides down from your side, over your thighs, lifting your knees over his shoulders and he kisses the leather wrapped around your ankle in a grin.

“I know you can do better than that.”

You feverishly shake your head and his soft touches turn to scratches down your thighs, leaving red marks in their wake.

He slides over those pathetic panties, gripping your hips and pulling down sharply to expose your cunt to the stale air of the cramped room.

Watching in awe of you, Levi nearly faints as a string of your arousal breaks in front of his eyes. He wraps your ruined panties around his wrist for safekeeping.

“Fuuuuuck, you really are a liar. Say you don’t want my help, but how the fuck were you gonna get out of this one?”

You move your hand down to touch yourself and he snatches your wrist again just as you dip in a fingertip.

“You really are a brat, huh? Trying to play it off with all these cute little skirts and shit, but I know what you are. I’ve heard you before. I’ll hear you again,” he sneers with a flick of your hem.

“Isn’t that right?”

You drag his hand up your chest in his grip and put your glistening finger in your mouth, tasting yourself so shamelessly that he has to bite back a groan.

His eyes widen at the sight of you. His black makeup smudged over the hood of his eyes and the bridge of his nose like a blindfold. The whites of his eyes now narrowing as he drinks you in are a stark contrast against the pitch black.

He pulls your hand from your mouth to take it deep in his own, moaning around you.

“Maybe I wouldn’t be such a brat, if you weren’t so damn easy,” you snap.

His eyes pulled shut in ecstasy from your taste fling open with a fire.

“Isn’t that right?” You mock, throwing his own words back at him.

He pulls your hips down so fast and flush to his as your back hits the platform underneath you. A gasp rings out with his name on your lips and it’s music to Levi. He grins as you cave so easily. Your knees draped so cavalier around his shoulders and neck like that damn skirt that got you into this mess in the first place.

“Bold of you to think you’re not the easy one here…When all you can do is pant my fucking name like that.”

You go to slide your skirt off, but again, he’s catching your every movement in his iron grip with reflexes too fast to release from.

“No, no, no, your skirt and boots stay on, sweetheart. But if you’re really that desperate, take your tits out for me,” he chastises with a click of his tongue that curls around his lips. That fucking tongue piercing matching the glint in his silver stare.

Your eyes nearly roll out of your head.

“Whatever will get you to shut that smart mouth of yours.”

“Your loss. You won’t get to see what else it can do.”

Before you can protest, he’s hastily pulling down your shirt, so the elastic collar stretches underneath your breasts, pushing them up your chest in your sheer lace bralette and clinging on for dear life. Your nipples straining through the fabric make a mockery of him and he latches onto one as you keen into his touch.

The smooth metal of his tongue piercing sliding over you and pinching you unexpectedly as he swirls around you and pulls you into his mouth. It has you in his trance. Right where he wants you.

He releases you wet and hungry with his lips parted in a pant of his own as he says your name barely above a whisper.

“Who’s panting my name now?” You spar and he accepts with a bite on your chest. Teeth marks shining against another strobe set off overhead and he smiles against your flared skin as he catches your eye in irreverence.

“Alright, that’s it. You’ve had enough,” you rasp on your exhale, swiftly sliding your panties off his wrist and stuffing them into his protesting mouth. You stretch a strap around the back of his neck and pop the elastic into place against his skin and Levi cries out thick and heavy as his own spit begins to spill over his bottom lip.

“Can’t even fuck me yet and you’re already a damn mess, huh Levi?”

He growls into the gag and nuzzles against your leather clad ankle. Hair hangs in front of his pleading eyes raking down your body as his chest heaves.

“My pretty…messy boy…Levi,” you breathe out as you pull down on his bottom lip with your thumb. His snakebite rapping lightly against his teeth and he just stares through you in awe.

“What are you waiting for, pretty? Fuck me.”

He’s bent over you so fast it steals the air out of your lungs with your legs pressed against your chest nearly pushing your breasts to your chin.

He caresses against your jaw so lovingly through the gag that it nearly breaks your heart to have to muzzle him like this. But fuck, if he doesn’t deserve it. He’ll learn.

He breaks the silence to pop open his buttons and slide his pants down around his thighs that have your favorite tattoos carved into them. Floral patterns that twist over his taut muscle and the solid bone of his knees. If he thought you were up to something with your skirts, then what the hell is he doing with these romantic ass flower petals and vines ghosting over his pale thighs? This man’s a hypocrite. Your hypocrite.

The thought etches a smile onto your face and Levi drags his fingertips all the way down from your laces, your calf, the back of your thighs. He lightly runs a finger through your pussy and how the fuck did you manage to get so wet that you’re dripping now? He nearly whimpers at the slick as you sigh in return.

Running his spare hand up your sternum he lightly envelops your neck in a soft hold. Just to feel, not to grip. He grounds himself there, feeling your heartbeat pulse against his touch in time with the synth of the dark hall. He looks up at you one last time for your mark and as you nod your chin slightly, he pushes into you to the base with a cough and choke against the lace wrapped around his tongue.

You let out a gasp and one of your hands flies up against the wall behind you. Fingers splayed out reaching for something, anything to hold onto while he fucks into you so deep your toes curl in your leather boots still wrapped around his head.

Spine arched you begin to squeeze him inside of you and his eyes threaten to roll back while his lids close in disbelief. He hangs his head heavy against the boots he bought you, releasing a harsh breath out his nose as you wrap him so deep in your pussy.

Your gift to him.

“Move, beautiful,” you praise him and he could die buried in you.

He rolls his hips forward, picking up a steady pace, and you feel the hard lines of his stomach through his shirt, working against your soft open thighs.

But it’s not enough and you want him to flex against your fingertips. You reach as far as you can around yourself to the ridge between his hip and navel. How can he be so plush and powerful at the same damn time? It floors you and you can’t help but fuck him back. Using the wall as leverage you grind down into him in a fever that causes him to throw his head back with a cry. You push him impossibly deep and he finds himself so moved by you as you work.

Your clear skin contrasting against the ink etched up each arm. You’re so sweet. Delicate and fierce. Too good for h-

“You’re so good for me, Levi.”

Oh fuck, here you go. He can’t take it.

“Fucking me like that. Just how I want. Always how I want, don’t you? My pretty boy?”

Fuck. You really do have him wrapped around your finger. He couldn’t care less, if it’s you and only you.

You reach up from his contracting muscles on his sides and thumb his cheek right under his eye, smearing some of his makeup. He leans into your touch with a strangled sound against your wet panties.

“There something you wanna tell me, baby?” You ask so innocently and Levi is seconds away from falling to pieces as you cup his jaw.

He nods against your ankle with his eyes squeezed shut in concentration, heaving through the gag.

“Why don’t you show me instead, pretty? Think you can do that?”

His brow furrows, pinched up and spellbound as he takes both hands and wraps them around your ankles. He pushes them further into the pounding pulse of his neck.

“I’ve got you, baby. Let me take care of you,” and you squeeze his throat at his silent request with the eyelets of your laced boots leaving purple marks trailing up the sides of his neck.

Levi’s vision blurs. Black spots fizzle against his eyelids and he chokes out a sob never breaking away from your heated gaze.

The way you look at him now…so openly adoring him as he falls apart in your grip…God, he loves you. He’d tell you right now, if you’d just let him.

He’ll let his body speak for now as tears gather in his lash line, threatening to spill over. You gently nudge the back of his head with the toe of your boot and the tears begin to flow over, dripping down past your knees. They slide further down your trembling thighs, kissing your cunt below.

They cut and carve perfect lines through his eye makeup, black grime streaming down his full, flushed cheeks and you could cum from the sight of him just as he is now.

“Are those for me, beautiful?”

Your thumb on his cheek gathers them there and hurries down to your parted mouth. The sweet brine of him pushing you closer.

“You taste so good, Levi…Fuck, I’ll never get over it,” you slur around your fingers with a smile.

The things you say sometimes, fuck, he’s never heard them before in his entire life. Makes his chest swell and his heart beat in stuttered skips. Fuck, he’ll be good for you. So good. Whatever you want.

He begins to muffle through the gag, incoherently saying something out of hurried desperation.

“You’re being so good for me, baby. Tell me. Here-“

You pull the strap from around his neck and the destroyed lace from his mouth, and he’s barely stringing together a sentence with his eyes half lidded, panting. Fucked dumb by the lack of air in his lungs. Ruined.

He’s helplessly drooling as he fights himself.

“Mmfucking p-promised. Mm—haah—mfuckin promisssed I’d-that I’d m-make you scream,” and he fucking smiles against your shaking hand as he moves to flip you over on your front, chest heaving against the platform as your ankles dangle around his waist in his grip. He leaves a matching set of marks from his nails on your thighs like the ones you left now adorning his neck in lilac blooms.

Your ass spread wide and thumping off his hips at a breakneck pace.

“God, your fucking ass.”

He slaps your cheek sending vibrations straight to your pussy.

That fucking white skirt fluttering with every thrust into your skin.

You couldn’t hide your euphoria even if you tried and he knows it. He has you now.

Your voice climbs in rapture as he slams into you, causing that spot inside to swell thickly against his relentless cock. Through deep pulls of breath and cries hissing through your teeth. He knows you’re close.

And he has to hold you now through this or he’ll never forgive himself.

He drapes over your back, planting open-mouthed kisses up your spine and to your nape where you offer him your throat so freely he sees stars.

Laying each of his fingers one-by-one until your throat is encased and head pushed backward to meet his.

“Look at me, sweetheart,” he whispers into your ear as his teeth drag over your earlobe.

He tilts your head up, so you’re inches away lost in him as your jaw hangs open.

“I’m-“

“I know baby, let me hear you. It’s your turn to tell me.”

You turn to meet his eyes and he gazes into you so deeply he might just steal your soul then and there.

Levi laces his fingers over your hands clawing at the surface below. He’s determined to send you flying over the edge at his mercy as he fucks into you without abandon.

The fog of his unbridled intimacy rolls across your vision and you clench down around him as you plead, “Pleaseeeeahhh-just-j-just kiss m-me, please, fuck, Levi, fuuckkk me…keep fucking me—hah!”

He seals your begging with a kiss and you scream into his open mouth while he fucks into you with a force that you can’t keep up with.

Nipples raking against the surface of the platform, rattling the walls of the makeshift maze. You cum so hard your contractions clamp down around him as your knees squeeze around his waist possessively. You’re thrashing in his hold as you fill his mouth with a wail that etches into his memory. His prize.

He can’t do this, watching you constricted in his hold, the fucked out look in your eyes-

“Let me cum. P-please let me. I’m gonna—fuck—help me, baby please!”

“Now. And don’t make me wait.”

He presses his forehead so deeply into your neck and bites against your nape, smearing his tears against you.

He cums so forcefully that he pushes you up the platform as his muscles tense and tighten in pulsing waves around you.

His face still buried in your neck as the heat of his mouth dampens your hairline from a groan deep within his chest.

He begins to twitch and flinch at every movement you make, coming down from chasing your shared high.

You reach up to pet him there and he melts, nuzzling into you. The cold steel of his piercings meeting your flushed skin still hot to the touch.

The affection causes him to twitch inside you and a small gasp leaves your lips.

As he pulls out a sigh escapes him like he never wanted to leave.

He can’t bring himself to let go of you.

Running his hands along your back, your hips…

He’s so sweet in the afterglow. Tame.

Your shared breathing begins to slow and you wish you could just stay like this.

“Stay with me tonight,” he whispers with a kiss to your temple. Is he a damn mind reader too?

“After I get off. Stay with me. I’ll come get you.”

“My Levi, the softie, hm?”

“For you, always,” he breathes through a grin.

“Levi…”

“Hm?”

“How the fuck am I gonna get out of this place?”

A low chuckle fans over your hair and you can’t help but feed off of his energy, laughing at the sobering clarity of the position you’ve found yourselves in. He pulls you up so gently in his arms.

He can’t bring himself to rush anything with you, embracing you against him for just a moment more.

“I’ll show you this time…like I wanted to. Maybe I’ll get another scream out of you too,” he smirks at you before opening the trap door into the darkness.

***

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[ackermannrot]

Levi with a taller S/O headcanons

this has been stuck in my head for like, well ever. I'm a good bit taller than levi, and whenever I read a fic where it mentions the reader being his height, or even smaller and thats part of why he likes her, i die a little inside agshjdgaksjdf. Nothing against my short queens, but I just needed a little Tall girlie love 😭 so here are some little things I imagined that would come of Levi dating someone who is even a little bit (or a lot lol) taller than him.

He doesn't like to show it, but he's definitely somewhat insecure about his height compared to yours. It's nothing to do with you- there isn't a single thing about you he would change. However, if he could change himself...

He doesn't do anything consciously to compensate for this, but if you played close enough attention you could see that he was definitely altering his movements. He was a skilled and intelligent captain, and was simply adapting to his environment.

He likes to manhandle you- despite the height difference, his incredible strength makes it come easy to him, and it's something he would be doing either way.

He can (and does) pick you up and throw you over his shoulder without breaking a sweat, usually when you're being particularly annoying (affectionate).

He likes to pull you down to his level, continuing the manhandling, he'll grab you by whatever he can get his hands on- the back of your neck, fingers on your chin, the collar of your shirt, even your hair. He slips his hands around you and pulls you down swiftly, grip firm and commanding, and presses his lips to yours.

He uses his surroundings- stopping a step or two above you so that he can kiss you at your level, remaining standing when you're sitting (especially when theres only one seat available, obviously) so that he can press a kiss to the top of your head, he even leaned down from his horse to kiss you once, you think he just likes being the one to lean down lol.

Granted, most of this is behind closed doors or when no one else is around, Levi is not a big PDA guy, but he's certainly not ashamed nor afraid to do so if the spirit moves him. He's the fucking captain, he'll do as he pleases regardless of who happens to be nearby.

When it comes to cuddling, he likes being able to wrap around one another in some way- lowering yourself when its time to sleep and resting your head on his chest. He enjoys wrapping himself around you as the big spoon, clinging onto you like a backpack and entangling your legs.

He would never admit it, and if you ever tried to tell anyone he would deny it, but he also enjoys being the little spoon. The way you engulf his frame, every soft inch of you pressed up against him as close as can be, and it wasn't often Levi got to be the one to feel protected.

Speaking of protecting, he does that, often and intensely. If anyone didn't know who he was, they may find his small frame stepping between you and a threat (perceived or real) almost funny, but most know that if Captain Levi steps between you and something else, squaring his shoulders, it was no laughing matter.

All this said- he fucking loves every inch of you. The fact that you're as tall and gorgeous as you are and you wanna be with him? Astounds him every day.

He honestly loves it this way, theres so much more of you to love, to explore, he could spend hours running his lips down every exquisite inch of you- and he does.

You're like a greek goddess, his goddess- towering above him and sculpted perfectly- and he is eager to worship every inch.

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[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

thinking about levi tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and looking at you with a soft look in his eyes, before mumbling into your ear that you'd see him again soon right before he embarks on an expedition when you're worried

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[abyss-sss]

Love Languages-Levi x Reader HC’s

Content: HC’s, Pure, tooth rotting fluff, GN reader I’m pretty sure, implied that reader is a captain alongside Levi.

Word Count: 839

A/N: Writers block? Try writing for Levi.

Words of affirmation -Although Levi get's flustered giving or receiving praise he likes to hear/say it sometimes. -If you tell him "I'm proud of you" or "You did well" he will shut down and retort with a mild "shut up, brat" all while blushing. -Levi's favorite way to word his appreciation is just to say "Thank you." -"Thank you for saving me," "Thank you for being here," and "Thank you for loving me" are all things he's made sure to say.  -He is super shy about saying the L-word even though he denies it. Before he learns to say it without hesitance his go-to will be "Stay safe," "Stay alive." That's what's most important to him and you recognize it as his form of "I love you." -Even though Levi knows you get it he tries to voice it in case either of you die. If he didn't say all the things he loved about you in your lifetimes then he would never forgive himself. Quality time -Levi loves spending any amount of time with you. -Sitting on the couch, lying in bed lazily or cooking together- he soaks up every single minute. -Often you two will talk about random things or just sit in comfortable silence. Exchanging mindless gossip or talking about your days is usually how you spend your evenings.  -You'll  both complain about the restless cadets, talking about how they'll get themselves killed before they get all their maneuvers down. (Mostly in jest. You both love the cadets, no matter how lazy or idiotic some of them are.) -There's an unsaid air between you and him where you can feel at peace with each other's presence. Even without saying anything there is never a lull in the conversation. -Every night Levi will try to spend at least 15 minutes of good quality time with you. -If he forgets his 15 minutes while working you'll walk into his office and whisk him away for a break saying, "Come on, i need my 15 minute cuddles." Levi physically could not resist you even if he tried. Receiving gifts  -Levi isn't very material oriented. Growing up with so little in the underground  taught him to not get attached to objects. -That being said, as things grow more stable in his life he starts to collect teacups and trinkets.  -Levi will spend some Saturdays at the local flea market, looking through collectors items and books. -He'll bring you small gifts sometimes, usually leaving them somewhere you'll find them without a word. -He doesn't react very well to gifts, insisting that he "doesn't deserve anything" from you. When he does accept them, he'll keep them on a special display shelf that he dusts obsessively. Any gifts he receives will become precious. -If you two ever go into a wall rose to shop at fancy stores he'll sneak behind your back to buy you a necklace that would just look so perfect on you... Acts of service  -Levi is a big "show, not tell" kind of guy when it comes to affection. That's why acts of service is so big for him. -Levi will leave your clothes folded neat and tidy at the edge of your bed for when you wake up.  -He really likes to make food or drinks for you. Levi learned the importance of food very early in life. Giving you something so valuable has become almost a whole new love language for him.  -Levi will make sure to take care of you when you're tired or sick- whether it's taking your socks off while you fall asleep or rubbing your back when you don't feel well- he'll be there through it all. -Although Levi's cleanliness and workaholic tendencies were around way before you he finds himself taking on a whole new workload with you around. He makes sure to keep your things tidy or whip you into making them tidy yourself. Physical touch -It takes Levi a long time to feel okay with your touch against his. -He thinks a lot of things like "I'm not worth enough to touch," or "is this really alright?" -But when he feels you melt into him he'll grow so soft. Suddenly his worries fade away as a small smile grows on his face. -At first touch made Levi's head spiral and made him dizzy. As he gets used to it it'll be such a casual thing for him that it's hard to believe he was ever touch-averse. -Levi really values physical contact on the battlefield when you or him are injured. Cupping your face, watching your eyes flutter open and wrapping you in a hug reminds him that you're here. You're alive. -Levi learns to love sleeping with you, combing the hair out of you face while he rubs circles into your waist.  -Touch makes Levi feel so alive- something he's considered dangerous with the risk of death around him- but with you, it makes him so happy. All of his reservations disappear the moment you first held his hand.

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[fscottcatsgerald]

Comforting Levi Headcanons

warnings: hurt/comfort; gn!reader

do you ever just think about comforting Levi through literally any of the extreme amount of shit he’s been put through?

him letting you hug him for the first time ✨ he’s not quite sure how to respond at first and just stiffly let’s you hold him. It’s the gentle stroking of his back with your fingers that finally loosens him into timidly wrapping his arms around you; his head falling to rest on your shoulder as he takes in the unfamiliar feeling of being held and loved. he doesn’t stray away from your touch like he may have in the past and instead grips ahold of you impossibly tighter.

depending on how close your bond is and how comfortable he is in your presence he may actually, albeit extremely rarely, allow himself to shed like two whole tears. but that’s it. he’s still reserved enough to hold in the bulk of his pain in front of you.

stroking the back of his neck around his hairline is one of few things that makes him melt further into you. it’s an unfamiliar and incredibly vulnerable spot, but comforting when coming from you. he lets you gently tease at his short hair as he burrows his face further into the junction of your shoulder and neck; slowly breathing in your scent.

it’s a moment only for the two of you. if anyone were to happen upon you unexpectedly *cough* hange *cough* he might actually kill them, or at least traumatize them into never speaking of it.

conclusion: levi is rough around the edges, but can be persuaded to melt into your arms and escape your harsh reality for short moments of reprieve 🥲

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[romantichomicide95]

Levi Ackerman

“Everything I never want to lose is always lost”

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His eyes were always cold, a perfect mirror of the world he lived in. Tonight, they appeared stormier than usual. He was off in the shadows, the silhouette of his body barely visible between the lines of moonlit darkness and fading candlelight.

Sensing your presence, his icy gaze flickers towards you. "You should be asleep," he grumbled, his voice laced with an invisible, soft concern that only you could decipher.

"I could say the same about you, though we both know you never sleep.” you respond, moving to sit next to him and nudging him lightly. A soft silence encompasses you, growing deeper with each passing second.

"They’re something on your mind?” you ask suddenly, though Levi remains silent, his sole focus on the dimmed candle making shadows dance across his face.

"No," he finally replies, shoulders slightly hunched.

“We both know you’re lying. You know you can talk to me Levi…what’s going on?” Levi was hardly ever vulnerable. Even with you, the only person who could break his icy exterior.

Levi's silence stretches on, his jaw clenching as he battles with his own thoughts. You wait patiently.

"I'm... afraid," he confesses, his voice barely above a whisper. "Afraid of losing you, like I've lost so many others." A sigh, deep and full of a heaviness, slips from his lips. His gaze flickers up to meet yours, and you look into his storm-gray eyes.

“Levi," you say, “I'm here... I'm not going anywhere."

“I didn’t think anyone else would either, yet here I am. I’ve lost everyone I’ve ever…” he pauses for a second and looks into your eyes. “Everyone I’ve ever loved.”

Your heart aches as you see the vulnerability etched across Levi's face. The weight of his losses, the never-ending cycle of death and despair that surrounds him, weighs heavily on his soul.

Leaning closer, you gently place a hand to his cheek. "Levi, I can't begin to even comprehend the pain you've endured or the losses you've suffered. Your mother, Isabel, Furlan, your squad. You’ve lost so much…But I want you to know that I'm not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me."

Levi's eyes meet yours, a flicker of something softer than his usual cold demeanor within. "Thank you…thank you for staying by my side, despite all the darkness that plagues my life."

You run your thumb along his cheek and he reaches a hand up to hold yours. "Levi, I love you. More than I think you even realize, darkness and all.”

Levi's breath hitches, “I know…” he murmurs. “That’s the problem…”

You frown. The walls he's built around himself, the constant battles he's fought, have always weighed on your relationship.

“Loving you isn’t a problem for me. Is it a problem for you?”

“No.” he says. “It’s not, just promise me you’ll be safe. Just…don’t die.” You can see the conflict in Levi's eyes, you take his hand, giving it a slight squeeze.

"I’ll do my best Levi. You can’t die on me either, I couldn’t do this without you."

Levi's grip on your hand tightens, and you lean in to place a soft kiss on his lips. You lean your head on his shoulder as he wraps an arm around you and you both fall into the familiar, but comfortable silence.

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[levmada]

Please let's just think about how I would give so much pleasure to Levi- I'd give him the best blowjob, making out with his tip at first to tease him and after he came to overstimulate him, I'll just give my all for this man 😊

definitely inspired by an aki fic i read today

//overstim, oral (m!receiving), edging

emphasis on teasing him. after a hard day, you’ll help him unwind in all the conventional ways (and he’ll begrudgingly let you with that soft little stare that says how grateful he actually is) like massages and a quiet dinner.. but what Levi likes best is laying on your lap in front of the tv (that you both are definitely watching) while you play with his cock for hours.

sucking him yes. but first you draw your fingertip up and down his pretty pink cock until he’s breathing a little harder, and it twitches where it lays half-hard on his thigh. he mostly still has his composure. when he starts to leak, you push your finger in his slit so he gasps, and cum wells up and oozes down, getting him wet.

just holding his tip in your fist and working him until his head flops back on your shoulder and he’s quickly losing the ability to swallow his whines. palming it until his cock throbs, n his hips push up in your hand all needy. making him shiver and shudder when you take him in a loose fist and so so slowly start to pump him.

he warns you when he gets close. he knows he has to when you build him up for so long, or else you won’t let him cum.

and you kiss his cheek, which is all blushing and hot, asking him what he thinks of the show and baby just grits his teeth because all he’s thinking about is his aching cock, your amazing hand n how he needs needs needs to empty his balls.

soon tugging and squeezing on his balls are all it takes to get him all tense and loud - n he’s so fucking wet his cock makes these squelching noises in the rare moment you give it some good attention.

he literally moans when you say you’ll give him your mouth.

he lays down on his back with one leg hooked over the back of the couch to give you lots of space. Levi tries so hard not to beg but it’s so fucking obvious by the way his hips lift up when you’re only feeling up his hips and thighs; the way he spreads himself open so earnestly without you asking; the way when his head isn’t thrown back his eyes are constantly on you, all scrupulous and begging.

you close your mouth on his tip and lick into his slit, swallowing him as he leaks, and he’s already panting. takes no time after making out with it for a while that you suck hard, and you pull away just in time to hear him cry out all breathily as he shakes and comes totally untouched, all over his belly and drops on his heaving pecs.

when he’s still oozing but not quite come down yet, you lower your head and push him all the way to the back of your throat. stroking the prominent veins with your tongue, swallowing hard, and sucking as you come up. he’s a total fucking mess, delirious and needy enough to forget the fact that you just committed a cardinal sin by giving him such a weak orgasm, because he’s about to come his brains out the second time.

i’m a staunch supporter of making him come over and over again until his balls are either empty, or he’s crying.

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