#levi x oc

[l3visthighs]

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It feels like it’s been a while since I posted a new Leviana commission from @catyypss . I’ve missed my babies so much in her style :’) every time I receive a new piece from her I always say it’s my new favorite. Her artwork of them never fails to absolutely blow me away. Thank you as always for working with me 💞

[daemontargaryenwhore]

He couldn't afford to lose another kid knowing he's going to lose one just for the battle to end.

[sincerely-anascot]

Eren: How did the captain and his wife meet?

Hange: She pinned him to a wall and held a knife to his throat.

Eren: ?!?!

Hange: Shorty didn’t even stand a chance. Decided there and then that she would be the mother of his children.

[yoongikapi]

sneaky touches || levi || drabble

fluff

aot masterlist

❥ while training with him he pushes you to your max, but is there to catch/steady you when you fall; gripping your arm or hands around your waist it doesn’t matter, he will catch you

❥ during meetings he’ll hand you maps and important paperwork, fingers brushing yours as he does so. he notices how you blush so he makes it a point to do it every time. if he’s sitting next to you he relaxes to the point where his leg rests against yours. he notices how you don’t pull away which makes his heart leap

❥ scoffs while telling you your shirt’s collar is worn wrong, then leaning in and fixing it for you. his fingertips touch your neck and once they reach your collarbone? he secretly can’t believe you’re letting him do this and he realizes he doesn’t ever want to pull away

❥ he catches you asleep in the mess hall and he cant help but brush a strand of hair away from your face. he knows you cant stay out here, so he gently picks you up and takes you to your room. he takes his time walking down the hall, wanting to keep you in his arms as long as he can <3

[littlerequiem]

HI~!

What's you sweetest, fluffiest Levi head cannon?

content - fluff, levi x gn!reader, hair care is mentioned.

It all begins with your hair. I headcannon that, back in the Underground, Levi used to wash and braid his mother's hair, so he cherishes taking care of you in this same manner.

Cutting your hair, washing your locks or scalp, making sure it's held tight for expeditions if needed - Levi is conscious of the trust you place in him the first time you ask for his help. He grows to find stability in this routine: how warm and alive you feel beneath his soapy or conditioned fingertips, how relaxed you sound as he draws circles down the back of your skull, how he loves to listen to you talk about your day while he takes care of you. Sometimes, he'll catch sight of you playing with your hair across the dining hall - the hair he helped style that morning - and he'll feel warmth spread in his chest, knowing you carry a part of him with you.

Levi would never say it but those moments behind closed doors... yeah, they're incredibly special to him.

[levi-ackermvn]

i’m TOTALLY not crying over this wonderful commission by the insanely talented by neverwho_art on ig !! okay, maybe i am lol (〃ω〃) i am absolutely obsessed over this art like it’s just beyond perfection !! the way they’re looking at each other, levi’s hands in her hair, sloane blushing at him, the red dress !!!! let’s just say it’s a night they won’t ever forget (✿◦’ᴗ˘◦)♡

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[violet-fluff]

Idk if this is AI, if not then correct me…

But omg Levi😭😭 He looks so manly and beautiful 🥹❤️❤️❤️❤️

[the-traveling-poet]

Currently working on requests but had to take a break cause Im stressed out and then an idea came to me and I just-

Levi is a very calculated man. Which means he always, always plans ahead. Whether it be on the battlefield, or safe within HQ; Levi is always prepared. So naturally, whenever he feels himself start to become more stressed than usual, he resorts to his go-to relievers that he’d made a mental note of for himself some time ago in order to keep on track.

Thinking ahead, he’d start off with the small things that tended to sooth his mind, even if only for a moment.

Warm tea, a quick shower, maybe taking a walk around the training grounds.

If these things don’t work, then he has other things prepared for himself to help ease the stress.

Light stretches, some simple solo sparring, thoroughly cleaning his office and bedroom spaces, etc. But when these things aren’t enough, he’s resort to his favorite distraction; you.

In the early stages of your relationship, Levi tended to shy away from showing or admitting his stress and fatigue. In his mind, he must always appear alert and focused, no matter how claustrophobic or agitated he might feel. This also applied to his relationship with you. Being whatever you needed him to be was his first and foremost duty. Self appointed, of course.

But when you’d seen through the cracks of the mask he always wore, and encouraged him to allow himself to open up to you and be himself, he nearly melted with relief. He hadn’t realized he was waiting for any sign of consent from you to relax a bit, but the moment he got it he took it and ran.

He’d opened up slowly; sitting closer to you during stressful meetings, bumping against your shoulder as you walked side by side in town when the crowds were too thick, holding your hand when it was just the two of you alone in his office after a long day.

But as time went on, he felt more confident to sooth his stress through you.

When you went to bed for the night, he started joining you. When you had time to sit on the couch and read, he would sit by you and drape your legs over his. When he was busy stressing over documents, he’d sit you on his lap at his desk. When able to, and if you were available, he’d lay his head in your lap and let you massage his scalp and twirl your fingers through his onyx hair. He’d close his eyes and hum softly in relaxation, sometimes smiling softly up at you as he relaxed.

But lately, he’d found a new way to blow steam with you at his side. Though incredibly intimate and new for him, the act itself was wholly innocent and soft. The silent question written on his face always told you just how stressed he was feeling, even if he wasn’t quite bold enough yet to say it.

He’d stand before you with that helpless lost puppy look on his face, gently caressing your cheek while nervously eyeing your lips. You’d always smirk to yourself, but always indulge him in a kiss nevertheless.

Sometimes he just needed a quick peck to fix his mood. Other times, it was a struggle for you to pull back enough to catch your breath. By the end of it his eyes were always dilated and his face tinted pink, with a small smile to finish off the look.

Levi was never one to be needy, but when it came to you, and the overbearing stress of his position, he’d let down his guard for you to see that sometimes, he wasn’t prepared. Sometimes, he didn’t have a plan or a solution to solve all the stress he was feeling. And that’s where you always came in; his saving grace.

And who were you to complain, really?

taglist: @21aurora @deepzombieyouth @braunsbabe

[nelapanela94]

TW: SMUT

Under his weight, your body trembles in raw ecstasy as, ragged among mewls and moans, his name is torn apart from your lips. Your back coalesces into his chest, blending as if you were crafted for each other. Your hands cling to the sheets for dear life, and color dwindles from your knuckles until they numb. His matted hair tickles your ruddy cheeks, smudged with tears, and sweat as he peppers open-mouth kisses on your shoulder.

He grunts. His breath hitches, and every fiber in him quivers. Your body clasps around him, tight and greedy as to never let go. Demanding.

"You feel so good," you purr. Your eyes are close, and all your nerve endings are honed to every sensation he rouses on you.

You feel complete, so full of him in every sense.

Desired, wanted, loved.

A taste of bliss.

Surrendering your all as he mends you.

He knows where to touch and how.

Your back arches; his hand cradles your neck, pressing his thumb under your chin, tipping your head up. "Say my name again," he rasps in your ear. "Say it." He just can't have enough of his new vice.

"Levi."

His hips roll against the curve of your lovely ass, picking up the pace.

"Levi!" Your lashes are clumped and glistening with tears.

He smirks.

Your walls clench, and he pounds faster, dragging you with him to the point of no return, where the world shatters, stars burst and spiral behind your lids and shockwaves ripple through your body, making every inch squirm. Your toes curl, and Levi dilates your climax, pursuing his own.

A low growl cleaves from somewhere deep in his chest, and you beam a smile.

Sheen in sweat, you're a tangle of limbs and a heaving mess.

[elysiangrace]

Did this meme for them 🫣

There's something about jealous Levi that scratches my brain fr

[daemontargaryenwhore]

[sincerely-anascot]

*You’re giving some cadets tips on horse riding*

Cadet 1: Wow! You ride so well!

Levi *passing by with a smirk*: She sure does.

[yoongikapi]

nights with him || levi || oneshot

fluff

aot masterlist

late at night, long after the sun has set was always your favorite time of day. after all the paperwork, after a long, tiring day of expeditions and strategic talk, you loved to just unwind with your boyfriend. of course being humanity’s strongest comes with a lot of responsibilities. he’s away longer, has more paperwork, and as a result you don’t get to see him as much as you’d like. but at the end of the day after all the work, he always comes home to you. just like now.

you wrap your arms around him as the front door closes; the cold air from outside still whirling around the entryway. he wraps an arm around your waist while the other hangs his cloak on the hook. he smiles at you and you’re grateful he’s home safe.

after eating and showering, he joins you in bed. both sets of hands go to their designated spots. his grab around your waist and pull you close, yours cup his face; thumb stroking his cheek. this is your favorite part of your nights. watching and holding him close; holding him like he’d never go anywhere again. you were so proud and thankful for this man and by looking into his eyes you could tell he thought the same about you.

smiling, you ask him to tell you about his day and he does. you start to doze to his sweet voice, and cuddle up closer to his chest,

“your voice is making me fall asleep” you sigh.

“are you saying i’m boring you, brat?”

you chuckle, “no i’m saying i feel safe with you”

he shifts and pulls you on top of his chest, reaching an arm under your shirt and scratching your back. he doesn’t respond, but he places kisses on top of your head and tightly hugs you, knowing he doesn’t want to let you go.

<3

[littlerequiem]

— enchanted ˚⁎⁺ levi ackerman x reader

content — A Howl's Moving Castle inspired one-shot featuring Wizard Levi and a Violin Maker Reader. No real warnings, just some fluff about first encounters, Levi's POV (wc: 1.1k)

The rhythmic sound of coins being deposited into the till ceases.

Levi looks up as you finish recording the transaction of his payment in a notebook, a magical quill transcribing your thoughts directly onto the paper. Despite the help, you remain concentrated on your task, creases forming between your brows. 

Levi studies you.

You are as he last remembers, but different.

Your essence is the same, but your strength is yet to be discovered. 

And you are more modest than he remembers. You wear a simple straw hat, which doesn't have any woven details nor ribbons to adorn it. 

All things considered, it is a rather plain hat. But perhaps its most offensive transgression is the fact that it is worn by someone as special as you.

Oh yes, Levi wasn’t sure when he spotted you in the crowds in the bustling town of Market Chipping, but now, he is certain of it.

It’s you.  

And someone of your caliber? 

You deserve the finest silk hats. 

You deserve to be far away from a step-sister who mistreats you and takes advantage of your skills as an artisan. 

You deserve to open your own shop, in a town you choose for yourself.  

You just deserve more. 

“I hope you enjoy your violin, Sir,” you say to him, tearing him out of his observations. Your voice is low and collected, as though you are afraid to draw attention to yourself.

You hand him a package—the violin he just bought—wrapped carefully in a leather-bound box. It is one of the finest instruments Levi has ever seen, but that you're the one who crafted it makes it priceless. 

Levi says nothing as he takes his new purchase in his two hands. He tucks it under one arm and continues to stare at you. 

Behind the counter, trinkets float around the different violins on display, jewels of all colors gleaming and reflecting a myriad of colors on your skin. It is a beautiful and delicate sight, and Levi secretly wonders how you would look surrounded by more colors.  

At Levi’s silence, you follow his gaze and catch what he is staring at. 

“Oh, those?” you let out, a timid smile creeping up on your lips. You reach out into the air, and various gems hover around your fingertips, like metal attracted to a magnet. “These are enchanted gemstones. We sell them to musicians looking for a muse. Our local Witch has charmed them to float around like this. Catchy, isn’t it?”  

As you finish explaining your story, you pluck one stone that’s swirling above you. You turn and offer it to him, opening your palm.

It’s a pink stone, etched with sharp corners and glistening surfaces.  

“It is said that each stone brings a different kind of luck to its owner,” you explain, a gleam of light reflecting onto your cheeks as you twirl the stone around. “This one’s a rose quartz. It’s meant to promise long lasting love.”

Levi's lips twitch at the sight of the stone.

Long lasting love, huh?

Of course, Levi recognizes the pink gem—he recognized it the moment he walked into the shop. It is the same stone that you wore as a necklace in his past when you first saved him.

Despite this, he still finds himself asking you:  “Why hand me this one?” 

Levi still doesn’t retrieve the gem from your hand, allowing you to finish your sales pitch. 

You blink, your eyes flickering to him. Your expression is riddled with uncertainty, as if you didn’t expect Levi would be interested in what you had to say. 

You swallow a heavy breath, your hand faltering.

“D’you know what? I don’t understand it myself. It just… felt right. Isn’t that strange?” You bite your bottom lip nervously. “Here, you keep it—it’s on the house.” 

You bring your hand closer to his own, offering him the stone. 

But Levi waves a hand in the air to refuse.

“No,” Levi answers coolly. “This isn’t a charity.”

He sees you frown, appearing taken aback.

Levi gestures to the stone still in your hand. “But I would like to buy it.” 

A victorious grin creeps on your lips, as though you didn’t believe your speech might lead to this turn of events. You nod, looking oddly satisfied with yourself. 

“Alright then,” you hum. You tell him the price of the stone and he hands you the change. Before handing him his new possession, you give him a curious stare. “What name should I put on both receipts?”

He stills.

“Levi Ackerman,” he answers, studying you carefully to gauge your reaction.

You look up at him. Recognition flashes on your face and you appear startled. Afraid, perhaps.

“Oh.” There’s a tremor to your voice that wasn’t there before. “Are you… the Levi Ackerman? Humanity’s Strongest Wizard?” 

Levi crosses his arms over his chest. The term Humanity Strongest was first coined many years ago, when he was still an apprentice and his mastery of magic was deemed extraordinary.

He hates the title. 

“Fucking pretentious, isn’t it?” Levi comments, the muscles on his face tensing. 

You seem to relax upon hearing Levi's response, the same smile ghosting your face. “Well, it is a bit much. Couldn’t settle for a title with less… flair?”  

“Believe me, I would have loved to,” Levi mutters. 

The corner of your mouth lift upwards. “I suppose Humanity’s Okay-est Wizard doesn’t quite have the same ring to it, huh?”

Levi shrugs. “I think I would settle for just Levi, if I could,” he confesses.

Levi wants to say that he’d settle for you calling him like that, but he refrains himself. That would be way too forward of him and way too creepy of a thing to hear from someone you don’t even know.

But Levi knows you.

(He’s known you for many years.) 

For him, to hear his name on your lips would be as natural as the wind blowing through the valley of this town.

There’s a gleam in your eyes now, the beginning of a fire Levi recognizes. “Alright, just Levi. Tell me, do you believe in the properties of stones?”

Levi clicks his tongue in a way that it hisses through his teeth, amusement and disbelief blending on his face.

“Not really.” Levi gazes at you thoughtfully. “But maybe one day.” 

You give him a curious look and place the gem into his palm. The contact of your fingertips against his skin sizzles. 

Levi pockets the stone, burning the memory of you in his mind. He’ll gift you the necklace one day, and you'll both see that the properties of the stone are true.

But before that, your own story has to start.

See you soon, Violin Maker.

— Masterlist

[levi-ackermvn]

i am screaming, crying, throwing up, over this INSANE and INCREDIBLE commission from one of my favorite artists koldangreyart on twitter ˚‧º·(′̥̥̥ o ‵̥̥̥)‧º·˚ words cannot begin to describe how amazing this artwork is and it just makes me emotional seeing my ideas executed so perfectly (T⌓T) a little bit of context: this is the first time we ever see sloane seriously injured. she’s had the occasional dislocated limbs, mild concussions, and other types of non-fatal wounds after some rough expeditions, but this is on a whole other level. her life is on the line, which causes not only the cadets to panic, but also levi. it’s one of the few moments we witness him lose all sense of calm and collectiveness as he carries the woman he unknowingly loves in his arms while she’s bleeding profusely. levi hadn’t felt this type of panic and fear since isabel and furlan, and he refused to let sloane follow their tragic fates (☍﹏⁰)｡

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[abz8]

I can’t get my mind off of Captain Levi who has photogenic memory and immaculate observational drawing skills. He can paint, draw, or sketch anything but refuses to tell anyone but you.

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There just had to be one full mooned night that he called you to his building at 9:43 pm to discuss… “new protocol”. Confused, you left out from your quarters to meet his request and couldn’t help but be a little excited from the oddity of it.

You knock.

Levi: “Come in.” Voice just as stern as daylight hours.

You just knew something from your wildest dreams was going to happen. You just knew.

Soon enough, you’re on his desk…legs spread wide as he’s sitting in between you, focus switching between your flower… and his sketchbook. He looks you in your eyes from time to time as the hour of his pencil scratches fill the silence in the air.

Y/N: “Can I see it now? You’re driving me crazy captain”, you gasp as his face gets slightly closer to where you want it.

Levi: “Does patience ever find its way to you? I’m almost done…and keep your voice down”, he whispers against you.

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Every single curve, line, and fold of your pvssy matched perfectly with what he displayed on that paper. Identical. Unbeknownst to you, he decided to add color to it after a week of you being away, which he delivered to you the night of your return.

Quickly, the tan envelope slid underneath your door as you prepared for bed.

You could not fathom how he remembered your vivid colors from your nether regions as you stared at your pvssy portrait in awe.

He even had the nerve to sign it.