#levi x reader smut

[leviismybby]

Petra: "Two times a week is the best!"

Hange: "See I disagree, i think once a week is more than enough."

(y/n): "Once a week? No way, at least twice a day. Levi would go crazy."

Hange: "Levi cleans his room twice a day?"

(y/n): "Wait...what are we talking about?"

[honeyxbee]

TW: NSFW, gn!reader, brief mention of brattiness/spanking

words: 245

Thinking about stoic, sensible boyfriends.

The perfect gentleman. The kind of guy who holds your hand while walking in public and always pulls your chair out for you at restaurants, asking how your day went and actually listening to your response. He's not the most talkative, staying quiet as you go on a 45-minute ramble, but he listens intently.

He runs a bath for you when you have bad days, filling the bathroom with your favorite scents and asking if you'd like him to wash your hair for you or if you'd prefer being alone. And by the time you are finished bathing, he has dinner waiting for you on the table. He's kind, considerate ― the definition of a model boyfriend.

The type of man who is always calm and composed in public but is the complete opposite in bed.

Who doesn't hesitate to take you over his knee when you act like a brat, making you count out each harsh smack until you're a sobbing mess and your ass is sore. Who will fuck you for hours, not taking a break until you're both on the brink of exhaustion.

But he always rubs circles into your tender flesh when he's finished, soothing the angry skin. And he is quick to kiss your forehead and hold you close before the two of you pass out for the night, quietly murmuring about how pretty you are and that he loves you.

Truly the perfect man.

AOT: Levi

JJK: Nanami

[lucysarah-c]

I wrote this little piece a while ago and I decided to do a little continuation.

Masterlist to all the parts.

"Oh, there he is," Erwin said, spotting his friend in the crowd at the military event. He began navigating through the sea of people, keeping his hand close to the small of her back without actually touching it—a subconscious gesture of protectiveness over her petite frame. It was as if he was afraid she might get hurt as he led her through the throng. When they reached their destination, he cleared his throat to get the attention of the two standing before them. Hange smiled warmly, but Levi turned around, frowning deeply. Social events were Levi's least favorite, especially those Erwin coerced him into attending. "Levi, this is Y/N. Y/N, Levi," Erwin introduced them, gesturing between the two. Y/N smiled softly. "Nice to meet you, Captain." She had met Hange a few times in the past, but seeing Levi at such an event was a rare occurrence. "Yeah, same," Levi replied curtly, maintaining his usual stoic and uninterested demeanor. Y/N spent a bit more time with the group of scouts until some of her friends arrived, beckoning her to join them. "I should get going," she said, turning to properly greet her friends. She nearly collided with Levi in the process, causing her to chuckle with a mix of embarrassment and mischief. "Well, since we're here—" she murmured, and before Levi could react, she made a kissing sound and pressed her cheek against his. "Bye, Captain. Take care." She then bid farewell to Hange and Erwin the same way and disappeared into the crowd. Later that night, on her way home, she bumped into Erwin again. "I don't think your friend liked me very much," she commented, tightening her coat against the chill. "He was so quiet and didn't seem very friendly." Erwin chuckled. "Don't worry… he's always like that." -- Meanwhile, Levi and Hange were making their way back to the scout facility. "She's going to be the mother of my children," Levi said, almost in a trance. Hange burst into laughter. "You'll have to actually talk to her for that to happen." "Fuck—"

 "So..." 

Levi cleared his throat and took a sip of his tea; his Adam’s apple rise and fall as the brown liquid slid down. He sat on a chair opposite Erwin’s desk, one arm draped casually over the back, his right leg crossed on top. The chair’s wheels allowed him to rotate slightly, giving Erwin a side view. 

Erwin's hand, which had been meticulously working on a map for the upcoming expedition, paused for a moment. A subtle grimace flashed across his face before he regained his composure and continued. Levi had been acting strangely ever since he stepped into the office to deliver paperwork. Normally, he would have left the pile and walked out. But today was different. Levi had seated himself, poured a cup of tea, and now, he was clearing his throat. Erwin knew Levi wanted something. By his demeanour, it was clear that whatever was on Levi's mind was significant enough to make the usually decisive Captain hesitate. 

"So, mhp—" Levi cleared his throat again and adjusted his position in the chair, trying to appear nonchalant but only raising suspicion. Erwin kept his eyes on his work, though his mind was wandering, waiting for Levi to reveal his purpose. "How did you and..." Levi paused, frowning slightly, as if searching for a name. "Y/N? I think that's her name." 

Erwin couldn't help but chuckle, a sound that echoed in the empty office. He bit the inside of his cheeks to stifle his laughter as Levi shot him a glare. 

"What’s so damn funny?" Levi's tone was sharp, a stark contrast to his earlier hesitation. 

"You," Erwin replied without hesitation, a smirk lingering on his lips. "It took you three years to remember Nile's name and stop calling him 'pathetic mustache.' And now you expect me to believe you casually mention my friend’s name as if you don’t remember it?" 

Levi snorted, offended by the implication that he was being less than straightforward. 

“What about my friend?” Erwin set his pen down carefully to avoid staining his work with ink. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs and intertwining his fingers. 

"You always say I need to be more sociable with other divisions, and now—" 

Levi's feeble excuse was cut off by Erwin. "And you decided to start by getting to know my close friend?" 

The tension was palpable, like a taut wire ready to snap. Erwin had caught Levi, much like a parent waiting for their child to confess a known transgression. 

"Levi, if you’re trying to hit on a friend of mine whom I consider like a little sister, at least have the guts to admit it." 

Levi's eyes remained fixed on the wall, motionless as if hoping the scrutiny would vanish if he stayed still, like a cornered animal. 

"You never introduce me to anyone interesting, and when you do, you gate-keep them." 

"I never introduce you to anyone interesting because you never attend social events," Erwin countered. 

Levi’s expression was impassive, but Erwin could almost see a hint of a pout. "Y/N was in her final year of nursing training in the military when I needed a medical companion for my aging mother. They initially refused because such services were usually reserved for the MPs. But after insisting, they sent their least experienced one. Despite that, Y/N was young but extremely dedicated. My mother adored her, treating her like her own daughter. She cared for my mother until her last day, and that's how I know her." 

Levi nodded slowly, as if absorbing the information. Erwin’s account only heightened her appeal in Levi’s mind. Her charming, outgoing nature and the sparkle in her eyes as she smiled captivated him. It felt offensive that he didn’t know every detail about her. 

"With that said..." Erwin continued, straightening up and returning to his paperwork, "Whatever plans your former thug mind is conjuring, I suggest you rethink them." 

Levi frowned. "I can't even ask? I wasn’t planning on doing anything." 

"Yeah, yeah, and I was born yesterday," Erwin replied with a hint of sarcasm. 

The truth was, Levi wasn’t doing anything. Since they first met, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. It made him feel like one of the awkward teenagers he often supervised, hoping to spot her in a crowded room only to shy away when she appeared. Talking to her casually seemed more daunting than reclaiming Wall Maria. 

Their paths had crossed occasionally, but usually, she approached to greet Erwin, and Levi remained silent. 

"Your hair doesn’t look that shitty," Levi mentioned once, out of the blue. The bustling hallway of the Capital building suddenly felt quiet, amplifying the awkward silence. 

She raised her eyebrows in surprise, then frowned slightly as she processed his comment. "Well... considering I’ve been on emergency on-call for the past 48 hours, I'll take that as a compliment," she chuckled, half-friendly, half-confused. 

‘It was a compliment...’ Levi thought to himself. 

If there were a cure for his infatuation, it would require something he absolutely lacked: sociability. 

"Hope you have a great expedition," she offered her best wishes. 

"Yeah, you too..." Levi responded before he could think. 

She laughed softly. "Thank you, but the only expedition I'm planning is to my bed." 

‘Smooth as sandpaper,’ Levi thought, grateful for his stoic expression to hide how much he wished he could disappear at that moment. 

Each encounter felt worse than the last. He said less each time, feeling increasingly awkward. He clenched his teeth as he watched her joke around with Erwin, effortlessly friendly and outgoing. 

It shouldn’t be this hard. He just needed one chance. She was always surrounded by MPs, and Levi knew he was ten times the man they would ever be. But every opportunity slipped away like water through his fingers, and he found himself watching her leave with a sweet smile and a gentle kiss on the cheek, her hair flowing behind her. 

‘Do you need landing lights on my bed? I want to sleep with you!’ 

It was a paradox. He constantly thought about her, yet Levi realized he hadn’t felt such a strong necessity to pin someone down in his bed in years. Imagining those eyes looking at him half-lidded, hearing her soft whimpers... it was intoxicating. But it also felt wrong, as if even thinking about it insulted her honour. 

One chance. That’s all he needed. 

"Oh!"  

Levi could recognize that voice from a mile away. He turned around in the hallway while they were idly waiting for a meeting with the higher-ups. There she was, walking confidently towards them. To the Captain, it felt like she was coming straight to him. "Aren't you my saviour?" 

'Savior? Yeah, I can be whatever you want,' Levi's brain struggled to form a coherent thought. But as soon as she reached them, and Erwin was the first to receive her greetings, Levi's hopes sank like a stone to the bottom of a river. He clicked his tongue in frustration while the two of them caught up on their respective lives. 

Automatically, he dissociated, feeling like a third wheel. "So... wouldn't you be my saviour?" The question was repeated, and it took Levi a couple of seconds to realize by the sudden silence that she was referring to him. His eyes lifted to find her looking at him with a cheeky smile and subtle, pleading eyes. 

"Huh?"  

"Wouldn't you do me a tiny, teeny favour, Captain?" She asked, holding her fingers close together to show just how small her request was. 

Levi gulped, feeling weak under her doe-eyed look and subtle pout as she feigned innocence. The sensible part of his brain told him to at least ask what the favour entailed. However, his other instincts took over, and he found himself saying, "Sure." 

"Oh! Thank you so much!" Without another word, she grabbed his hand and started dragging him down the hallway. Levi offered no resistance. Her pace was brisk, and as she turned to call back, "Don’t worry, Erwin. I won’t keep him long!" 

"You better not; I went all the way to the Underground to get him," Erwin joked, playing along. 

Levi wasn’t fond of being touched, but her hand felt so soft against his. For her, he’d make an exception. Even as she led him out of the building and down the streets of the Capital, he didn’t mind. When they reached the hospital nearby, Levi started to wonder if he had inadvertently agreed to donate his organs. 

"I have a group of orphans at the hospital who were brought in to get the new vaccine," she explained. "But they've been very fussy about it. I bet if they see the mighty Captain Levi, humanity’s strongest soldier, getting his shot, they’ll be brave enough to get theirs too. Right?" 

'So... I just agreed to get a vaccine because my brain is as fucking sexually frustrated as Kirschtein,' Levi thought, mentally kicking himself.  

The wide-eyed children stared up at Levi with so much admiration that their mouths hung open. He couldn’t help but smile subtly. Usually, the loud admiration from citizens wasn’t something he enjoyed. But seeing the kids' starry-eyed wonder was heartwarming. 

"See, Captain Levi isn’t scared of getting his shots," she told the kids as she prepared a cotton swab with alcohol and loaded the syringe. The children’s tears dried up, and their cries ceased as they watched the soldier intently. 

"Could you take off your sleeve on one arm, Captain?" she asked sweetly, hastily moving around. Levi quickly complied. She turned back to him once everything was ready and chuckled, "You’re more ripped than I thought under that uniform," she murmured, slightly blushing as she wiped his pale skin with the cold cotton. 

Levi's eyes never left her face as she was so close that he didn’t even feel the needle go into his arm. He was intoxicated by her delightful perfume and the way her eyelashes framed her eyes. He was tempted to lean in and close the gap between them. 

"All done. See, it doesn’t hurt!" 

Before he knew it, she had finished. She placed a band-aid on his arm and stepped back. "If you all want to grow up to be as strong as Captain Levi, you’ve got to get your shots and eat your vegetables! Right, Captain?" 

Levi snapped back to reality, which was far less appealing than his fantasies. "Ah, yes, listen to her, kids," he said, rolling his sleeve back down. 

"Now, who wants to go first?" 

Suddenly, all the children raised their hands eagerly, begging to be the first to get their shots. It was his chance—stay around until the kids left the room and offer his services for any future occasions she needed him. Maybe next time, they could have tea together, and then... 

"Here," she interrupted his thoughts, placing an ice pack on his arm and handing a bottle of painkillers to the nun in charge of the kids. 

Levi looked at her, puzzled. "You’ll need this. Your arm will hurt like crazy in a couple of hours." 

"I thought you said it didn’t hurt," he said, incredulous. 

She laughed, her chuckle echoing in the hospital room. "First rule of medicine: you never tell a man or a child how much a shot will hurt. You’ll probably have a fever tonight." 

Levi felt absurdly and grotesquely tricked. "And what about my painkiller?" he asked, feeling like a little kid begging for a lollipop. 

"Oh, Captain, I’m sure you have someone who can take care of you tonight if your temperature rises a bit," she teased, sassiness in her voice. 

'Wait... what?' 

--- 

"So, let me get this straight—you’ve got a 39°C fever, and you didn’t even ask her out on a date?" Hange questioned, checking the thermometer that confirmed Levi's high temperature. 

Levi slumped in his office chair with a cold compress on his forehead and another on his arm, his cheeks flushed, feeling as though a Titan had stomped on him. 

"You truly are an idiot," Hange declared. 

"At least she thinks I'm getting laid!" Levi argued back weakly, his voice hoarse and his eyes glazed. 

"Yeah... she also thinks you’re taken, so she wasn’t hitting on you." 

"Fuck—"

(If I get any new idea on how to persue Levi's journey on trying to win the reader over, I'll haha)

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[lazyexcuse]

*Y/n and Levi training*

Levi, wiping the blood from his lips with a smirk: “Oh yeah? Is that the best you can do?”

Y/n, holding back tears: “Yeah actually, I’m trying really hard..”

Levi, standing up straight, shocked: “Oh.. ok.. hey— it’s ok—“

[levilxvr]

aot men when you’re ovulating

ft. levi, armin, eren x f!reader

cw: nsfw 18+, breeding kink (yummy)

levi

Levi’s been trying to complete the last of his paperwork over the past hour.. but you’re distracting him so much he’s been on the same document for god knows how long.

“levi..”

your voice is sweet like honey, filling his ears and awakening the part of himself that he prefers to keep in the bedroom.

“mm?”

“need you really bad.” you turn around and his cheeks flush. That’s when he notices the familiar heat rubbing against his thigh. And as expected, you weren’t wearing undergarments. His hand drops the pen and he grabs your shoulders, pushing you back. That’s right, your cycle ended days ago.

“are you.. fuck, clothes off, ass up on the table. now.”

Let’s just say by the end of it all, there’s a puddle of your juices on the desk and you’re stuffed nice and full of his warm cum. And he loves the sight of your swollen folds barely being able to hold everything in- he’ll have to spread your thighs and push every last drop of the dripping fluid back inside.

armin

The little cuddle session you’re having with armin quickly turns into a heated moment when you start grinding yourself gently on him, feeling his cock slowly hardening in his pants. His breath hitches, wondering where the sudden change in your emotions came from.

Then he glances at the calendar on the bedside table- he always helps you to track your period and take note of your ovulation days.. and right now you were in the middle. He lets out a small giggle and grips your ass, pressing you down harder onto him as you let out a whimper. Perfect.

“shh.. i know, don’t worry i’m gonna fill you up so good and give you my babies, yeah? you want that?”

You nod and sure enough, he spends the night making love to you until your pussy is leaking with his cum. And he’s convinced that at this rate, you’re gonna have a mini you running around the house soon.

eren

Poor guy’s been pouting non stop since your period started. You’re cradling his head as you laze on the couch but the throbbing in his pants is starting to bother him.

“I miss this pretty pussy, can i..?”

Minutes later he’s drinking in the blissful sight of your tight hole, dripping with so much of that sweet liquid it’s pooling on the fabric below. The tip of his cock is rubbing up and down against your clit and his abs are tensed. He loves how sensitive you can get, already moaning into a pillow as he penetrates you.

“can’t wait to cum inside your tight little cunt… fuck..”

He makes sure to push himself balls deep when he empties his load, hoping he can finally breed you like he’s always wanted to.

[musouie]

loss of virginity, no au, virgin!levi, older!levi, 2.1k wc, mdni

levi's afraid to admit it, that despite his age he’s never been touched like this before, never known the warmth and gentle pressure of another.

when you kiss him, it feels foreign, unnatural, like you’re trying to consume him — draw out every last breath and take it for your lonesome. he likes the feeling, of your tongue, your lips, and other things. but there’s a thought that looms, that tells him he’s doing everything just…wrong.

“touch me,” you breathe, chest heaving against his, legs straddling his hips. he lifts a hand gingerly, in a curious little dance, up the curvature of your arm and he prays he will not screw this up — more so now than ever. but there is a lump in his throat, and all that tumbles from between his lips are the grunts of a man unsure, a man scared, a man trying desperately to be something he is not.

it almost seems like it hurts to have him touching you, in the way that you falter ever so slightly, eyes narrowing as his fingers shy away; his hand retreating quickly as if burned. there are little lines creasing around his mouth and forehead, his ears a bright, pink hue, and you inhale knowingly.

“here,” you take his hand in your own, guiding it to your clothed breasts. so soft, is the first thing he thinks. like the puffy tufts of a dandelion when at the end of its bloom. “like this.”

his palm drifts slowly, almost on its own accord, along the warm, cottony exterior, as if powered by your skin. he’s a quick learner, something he’s always prided himself on, so when his fingers accidentally brush across your nipples and you moan, he does it again. and again, and again.

“good boy.”

oh.

oh.

oh, that was pleasant. the praise that seeps, so warm, so sweetly through his every pore — through everything. it trickles down his spine and pools beneath his waistband, before taking root at the tip of his reddening erection.

he watches with dilated pupils as your hands slip beneath the hem of his pants, to a place no one’s ever gone before. the skin is so pale, so untouched, and his cheeks darken ten shades upon seeing the difference in its size. his eyes are drawn to your lips when you speak to him softly, so gently:

“lay back,” you whisper, pressing the heel of your hand against his chest. the breath in his throat is stagnant, he does not move, only stares up at you, into your face with the beginnings of something strange nestling in the crevices of his eyeballs and the corner of his lips. 

it is with a great force of will that he manages to lie down, to feel that touch, that hand, warm, so warm against his cock, his eyes clenching shut as they roll into the back of his head. the only thing he knows in this moment is that it feels good, better than he could ever imagine.

“you okay?” you ask breathlessly, fingers fumbling with the many buttons lining his trousers. they scatter, tinkling across the wooden floor as he hesitates — stills — the thump of his heart heavy and lurching.

he opens his eyes to see you above him, still straddling him, pupils almost consumed by your blacked-out irises. there is that soft concern there, reflected in the downturn of your lips and furrowed brow.

“yes,” his voice is gruff, thick, caught somewhere in his oesophagus. he cannot clear it away, just shakes his head and lifts a large, slender hand. “i’m fine. don’t worry about it.”

 there is the faint buzz of what he can only think are the few lamps illuminating the room, the creak of the air on the wind, and the hum of the few people still roaming about in the tavern below. they seem very far away, almost insignificant next to the staccato breaths that escape his lips.

he spreads his legs a little further, peering over his chest, as much as he can, and the low light makes him warm, warmer even when he sees his clothes are gone, and yours too, strewn over the only chair that sits by the bed.

there is not much grace in his movements as he leans against the headboard, blinking harshly. he may know the intricacies of death, the mechanics of murder, the many ways to kill, to wound, and maim, but he does not know this – his heart hammering furiously within his chest, the sound pounding loudly in his ears, blood pulsating.

his mouth goes dry, lips parting, words left wanting on the tip of his tongue when you drag your fingers up along the underside of his cock.

he blinks, blinks again, and more forcefully this time when there is that hot, fluttering grasp around his cock. he hasn’t the words, nor the voice, to do anything as he watches, watches with rapt attention as his length slides in and out of your palm, a messy thing all on its own.

but the sensations, the feelings, all of the warmth that seems to surround, to drown, and smother him, bring him back, back, and far away from the tendrils of icy fear that grasp at his ankles, his wrists, his head. he begins to lose himself a little, enjoying the heat, the warmth that travels along his pale flesh. there is this newfound lightness in his eyes when he looks at you, and there is so much he thinks he wants to say, but a sudden breathlessness strikes him.

“tell me what you like,” you whisper, leaning down, your arms on either side of his face. the hair surrounding him, shielding him, his only buffer to reality. “tell me what feels good, levi. i want this to feel good for you.”

“…okay,” he finally manages to murmur, lifting his right arm. his hands – they shake so terribly – they graze your face, your cheek, and though he cannot believe himself he suddenly feels secure in his new-found inexperience, knowing, praying it will be more than enough. “can we...uh.”

levi is aware he must not really be serious, judging by your gaze which tells him otherwise; the twinkle within your eyes telling him he is almost humorous, soft, so soft and warm, to you, right now.

with your help, he shuffles upwards, almost half-heartedly attempting to align himself with your entrance. though, the lull is short-lived as the initial tingling that flares shoots up his spine, arching into a line of rippling fire the moment he sinks into your slick heat. he is a mess, head rearing backwards into the thick pillow, mouth gaping, gasping, inhaling.

and you —  you are not that far off.

“you’re bigger than i expected,” you whisper. “i didn’t think...you were actually this big,” comes your soft, sensuous utterance, punctuated by a groan.

levi blinks the tears in his eyes away. they crystallise on his cheeks, the small, pretty white diamonds that become marred and soiled by your thumb, caressing his wet, red cheeks. he remains unaware that those tiny crystalline beads that dot the corners of his eyes bring a strangled gasp from your throat; the evidence that despite what he wills, wishes upon himself, the truth of his emotions is palpable, plain and written on his face.

“it doesn’t hurt, does it?” his lips move, the creases embedded on his brows only increasing. he peers over at the place of the connection, breath hitching when he sees his cock squished inside you.

“no,” you whisper with a deep shudder. “feels nice, you inside me.”

“o-oh,” levi cannot deny the pinkness that has seeped itself, into every nook, cranny, and crevice of his face. it warms his cheeks, brings the twitch of his hands, fingertips, and turns them from the stone, they have been rendered, into living things once more.

his lips part ever so slightly, a gasp stifling in his lungs when he feels you begin to move; a smooth motion of your hips that sends sparks careening, tumbling to settle themselves on his closed lids. and when you continue, with a repeated, fluid rock — one that builds that incessant burn deep, deep within his stomach — he is unable to withhold a whimper, a moan.

“f-fuck,”  he is only able to form words when there is a force there, more heated than before, one that simmers instead of burns, like flames licking at his inner thighs. “oh, god…”

“is it nice, levi?” your voice floats, a silk that warms his blood, makes it rush south. a coil in his stomach is strung impossibly tight, and the more you shift your hips, he instinctively begins to move with you, in and out of your walls. “d’you like it when i ride your cock?”

“ye…s,” levi breathes shakily, a thin line of sweat threatening to bead on his brow. but is disturbed, diverted, by your plush lips on his neck, on the erratic pulse beneath his stubbled jaw, slathering his skin with lipstick stains.

“me too,” you whisper, and he does not need to look to know you have a wicked smirk on your swollen lips. your nails rake across his chest, creating delicious rivets in their wake, settling somewhere on his shoulders as you clutch on, leverage to push your hips harder onto his, eliciting a soft gasp.

“mpph,” he has no control over the ragged sighs, the whimpers, the groans, that seem to spring, are unleashed with every gentle undulation of your hips. his breath stutters in his chest, and a quiver sets itself upon his throat as he makes a weak attempt at swallowing.

the knot in his stomach tightens with each thrust you make and he begins to feel that soft hint of panic within him, something unfamiliar.  a cold bead of sweat slips from his temple and he wants to touch you, needs to touch you, pull you against him, and feel your skin melt into his.

“levi,�� you coo in his ear, an ominous, portentous, humming whisper. his cock twitches. he manages a grunt in reply.

“l-levi ,” his name is repeated, and no sooner are his hands clasping desperately at the small of your back. there is a gasp and he opens his eyes blearily. there you are above him, head swaying slightly, eyebrows drawn together in an air of what could only be...anguish? he blinks.

“if you need to cum, do it inside,” you say breathlessly. a lascivious smile sets on your lips, so sharp that even now, amidst his delirium, makes his cock leak. “you can fill me up, levi.”

“fill you, ah-” the question threatens to slip from his tongue, lost amidst the shuddering breaths he gasps and the wet slap of your ass against his thighs, his abdomen. but he finds it within him, in his rising desperation for the wave to crest and consume him, in that yearning he has for the warm, enticing heat that envelops his cock. “will you become...i d-don’t…”

“it’s okay,” you say, pressing a tender kiss on his forehead, a gesture that reminds him so deeply of his…it wrenches his heart, his gut, for a beat before you press your pelvis a little harder against his. “it’s okay. let me worry about it.”

though his eyes droop from the exertion, the intoxication, the mounting tension, he almost has the decency to be embarrassed when a low-set moan spills from between his teeth and over his reddened bottom lip. he reaches his high, gritting his teeth, as he tries to stop from tumbling over the precipice. there is a single exhale, one long shudder that tells you and him he is spent.

as he floats, anchored down only by his heavy eyelids, and the ever persistent arousal that seems to permeate your skin, seep through, levi can feel you everywhere. that coil inside of him tightens, throbs, aching dully the way it does, with his orgasm so fresh, still within the recesses of his mind.

“hey,” you huff in a tiny effort as his body spasms in sensitivity, and he arches his back, mouth opening into a small round 'o'. “did it feel good, levi?”

“yes,” is his instant, barely restrained cry, catching the words he wants to say by the very tips of his teeth.

“i’m glad,” you sigh, a breathy, airy, wondrous, and terrifying thing that slaps his insecurities, and weaknesses, into the back of his head. you give a wet kiss on his shoulder, and in that moment he thinks, that within the intimacy of your touch, the sizzling heat of your lips is enough; that maybe, just maybe, he has given you pleasure, has eased whatever desire you needed quelled. that maybe he’s willing to learn a lot more from you.

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[erwinsmithsmissingleftarm]

Just imagine having sex with Levi Ackerman...

Strong arms keeping you in place as you desperately try to move faster because Levi teases you by going so slowlyyy. He thrusts into you at a such slow pace that you can't help but beg for more

"Really? Faster? You sure you can handle it...?"

He smirks before suddenly pushing his cock deeply inside you, hitting your cervix. Your eyes roll at back of your head and your back arches in an instant as he starts pounding you at an animal speed. Hesitant babbles are the only thing you can let out with your dizzy brain.

"What? I thought you wanted faster."

He is so arrogant, continuing to go at this animal speed. You are close to cumming. Levi grins as he slides his hand to your sensitive clit, rubbing it in circular moves. This is the last straw that throws you over the edge. Your man growls as he feels your walls tighten around his length, making him cum inside your pussy.

"Shit! That was hot."

He chuckles as he passes a hand in his hair. Your face is gorgeous, teary eyes, rosy cheeks and some saliva dripping from your mouth. So fucking perfect. You don't even have the time to calm down that you feel your legs being spread again and you see Levi looking at you with a dark grin.

"Second round?"

[niilue]

Could I request Levi from AOT + dildos/toys plays + double penetration + male dom reader?

— levi ackerman • aot —

cw: dom reader, sub levi, dildo, toys play, double penetration, male reader, sweet reader.

niilue’s 3k event

levi's ass feels so hot and tight around my cock as i begin to thrust, faster and harder. i can feel the head of my dick pressing against his prostate, and he lets out a moan that sends shivers down my spine. i grab his hair roughly and yank his head back, watching as he arches his back further, offering himself to me completely.

my other hand finds its way between us, teasing at the entrance to his body before slipping inside, finding the thick, velvety length of the toy I'd prepared earlier. i push it against him, slowly at first, feeling the slick heat of his body as I push the dildo deeper and deeper inside. he lets out a gasp, his muscles tensing as he adjusts to the foreign intrusion.

"that's it, baby," i murmur, my voice rough with desire. "take it all." i begin to thrust the dildo in and out of him, harder and faster now, feeling his body stretch and accommodate me. I grab his hips, guiding him up onto his knees as I stand behind him, giving me deeper access to his ass. my cock is still buried within him, thrusting in time with the dildo, stretching him to his limits.

i lean down, my lips pressing against his ear. "you're so fucking amazing, levi," i whisper, my voice shaking with need. "i can't get enough of you." my other hand finds its way back to his cock, already hard and leaking pre-cum. I begin to stroke him in time with my thrusts, feeling him grow hotter and harder in my grip. "come for me, baby. show me how much you need this."

as if my words were a trigger, levi's body tenses and arches forward, his breath hitching in his throat. his fingers scrape against the mattress as he tries to steady himself, his ass clamping down on me in response to the building pressure within him. his moans fill the room, echoing off the walls and surrounding us like a symphony of desire.

as the pleasure overtakes him, his moans grow louder and more urgent. "i'm… i'm close… i need… more…" his voice is pleading, desperate, and I can feel the tension building in his body as he fights for release. i pick up the pace, thrusting harder and deeper into him with the dildo, my cock still buried inside him. "come for me, levi. let it go."

his ass clenches around me, squeezing tightly, and I can feel the heat building inside him. "please… more…" he gasps, his head falling back as his orgasm takes hold. his body shudders with release, his muscles relaxing as he cums around my cock and down the length of the dildo. the tension finally releases, and I collapse on top of him, panting heavily.

my cock twitches inside him, still hard and demanding more, but for now i'm content to just hold him and feel his body pressed against mine. "god, levi," i whisper, kissing the back of his neck. "you were amazing."

words count: 508

[leashaoki]

use me

pairing: sub levi x fem reader

wc: 1.4k

warning: this post includes nsfw content, minors do not interact.

The Captain's formidable nature and cold, callous ways were certainly infamous amongst not only the corps, but all who knew his name. He was unforgiving, ruthless and an expert of his craft: war. Levi was feared amongst his men, even those above him in rank were hesitant to get too close; his aura was one of darkness, a darkness that was to be avoided by most.

That's what made turning Levi into a begging, moaning mess beneath you, all the more enjoyable.

"Please- fuck, I need more..." You watch as his eyes roll back, a particularly lewd whine leaving his lips as you stroke him ever so slowly. Your fingers gently tease the tip as they pass it, swirling under the head and back down to the base. Each movement leaves him more tightly wound, each touch feeling like too much yet not enough at the same time.

Levi's hands are bound by his cravat behind him as he rocks back and forth in his chair, desperately trying to thrust up into your hand for more friction; only to be met with you slowing your pace, much to his dismay. There’s beads of sweat trickling down behind those dark locks, spayed across his forehead. He looks unkempt, much unlike his usual demeanour, his teeth are bared almost as if he’s in pain, brows furrowed upwards and his cheeks a rosy pink.

"If you want more..." You purr, his eyes snapping open at the sound of your voice, "You're gonna have to be a good. Can you do that for me, pretty boy?"

He groans at the term of endearment, pulling his lip between his teeth and nodding desperately. You tilt your head to the side, arching a brow as your hand leaves his cock. The Captain practically whines at the loss of friction, essentially pouting up at you like the insolent brat he is.

"Words, Levi. Come on baby, you can use em, right?" You command lightly, running your fingers through his hair and tugging lightly. Levi's jaw tightens and the soft blush painting his cheeks darkens significantly; the pleasure derived from the pain evident in his expression.

"Shit." His voice is hoarse, strained by the hours of teasing he's endured at your hands. He struggles to string a sentence together, mind hazy with lust, "I'll be good," Levi looks up at you, his intense silver orbs lidded and lips puckered and swollen; his harsh cheekbones look softened as his gaze begs you for more, "I'll be your good boy, just- please- please fucking touch me again."

Your hand returns to his length, pumping faster now as Levi writhes and shivers beneath you; the sound of his scattered breaths and flustered moans fill the room. The noises go straight to your core, intensifying your own arousal.

He tries to fuck into your fist, chasing the feeling that has him whining like a bitch in heat and writhing against his restraints. Levi's eyes flutter closed in his attempt to keep them open, jaw slack and hair messy, gods, how he loves being under your control. He often pondered how a man as demanding as himself could be brought to his knees so very easily; how a certain look from you could have his cock hardening and brain turning to a pile of submissive, slutty mush. Not right now though, the only thing the Captain could think about right now was the feel of your tight, gummy walls clenching around him while you use his cock.

"Fuck me, please-" His words are cut off by a gasp when your fingers dance over the tip, a low growl erupting in his chest afterwards as he attempts to keep his composure, "Please - please baby, wanna make you feel good too." Levi’s whole body is shaking with pure desire, goosebumps painting is pretty porcelain skin.

You comply, stepping back and undressing yourself in front of him. His mouth hangs open, a fire in his dark eyes that burns only for you. Levi tries to steady his breaths, but the sight of your naked form has his breathing staggered and cock twitching. "Gods," He groans, his tongue briefly wetting his lips as he shakes his head in disbelief, "I fucking need you."

Straddling his muscular form, you tease him once more; rubbing yourself against his length and watching as his gaze turns to one of ice. It's only now you see a glimpse of the man he is to everyone else, his expression that of a devil as a growl rips through his throat. Levi's desperation had never been so evident, rutting into you from below at an attempt of slipping inside, biting his lip so hard it looked as if it might tear.

"I swear to fucking god, if you don't- " You finally lower yourself onto his length and his ramblings are cut off by his own lewd whine, brows knitting together in the centre as the look on his face turns to one of pure ecstasy. His mind is swimming in pleasure, drunk off the feeling of your heat around him; he’s looking up at you with so much emotion that it stalls you, lost in his eyes momentarily before proceeding with the task at hand.

Slowly moving yourself up and down on his cock, you bask in the way he's shivering beneath you; his muscular chest rising and falling quickly as his breaths become more uneven. Levi's mumbling an array of praises and thank you's, his tone unrecognisable from the one that barks orders at you during the day. His voice is so soft, so gentle that if someone were to hear the two of you, they would never guess it was humanity’s strongest.

"Use me," Levi's lids squeeze shut briefly before his gaze is locking with yours, swallowing and taking a breath before he begins to beg, "Please, don't...stop. Use me, I’m yours." His eyes are wide, teary and doe like; blinking up at you with his pretty dark lashes.

You increase the speed of your hips, bouncing swiftly on his lap and rolling your body expertly above him. He groans when you pull his head back by his hair, his mouth hanging open and his eyes rolling back once again at the sweet combination of both pain and pleasure. It throws him over the edge unexpectedly and he cries out, "ngh- shit, oh fuck i'm gonna cum."

You smirk and tilt your head condescendingly, pouting a little and taking his jaw in your fingers so your eyes meet, "Can you hold on a little longer for me, hm? I know you can do it, Captain." The use of his title makes him tense up and he nods wildly, his raven locks bouncing as he bobs his head obediently. He squeezes his hands together behind his back as he holds off his impeding orgasm with all his might. He hisses through his teeth, biting down so hard on his lip that he tastes blood in an attempt to stall his ecstasy. You curse when you feel your own climax nearing and Levi's eyes widen at the realisation, a fire blazing in his chest at the thought of making you cum around his cock. He does what he can, rutting his hips up into your sweet spot and whining when he feels you tighten around him, "Please, baby,” Levi begs, his own cock pulsating with the need to fill you up, “I need to feel it - Need to feel you, mmm, ngh- Please, cum, pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease.”

Seeing Levi like this is as close to heaven as you'll get, the way he moans your name like a mantra and his sinful expression twists with pleasure is truly your nirvana. It sends you over the edge and you see white, blinded by the hot pleasure coursing through your veins. Just before you lose all cognitive thought to the ecstasy, you make sure to order Levi through your moans, "Cum for me, baby boy." You barely finish the command before Levi is filling you up, crying out and shivering uncontrollably beneath you. You’re both lost in the feeling, your mouth open in a silent scream and Levi’s wanton moans bouncing off the walls.

It feels like forever before you both come back down to Earth, your lids fluttering open. Levi's eyes meet with yours and a warm, rare smile spreads across his stony features; his gaze filled with admiration as he shifts his head to kiss your chest, your jaw, your cheeks. “Thank you, love,” He murmurs before pressing his lips lovingly against yours.

[leviismybby]

"Get on top." Levi says, changing the position, you catch your breath, barely hearing his words. You take a moment before looking down at him, his hands gripping your hips tightly, cock still inside of you. "You expect me to do that after you just took me to pound town for good 40 minutes?" The scowl on Levi's face almost makes you laugh, it was the truth tho, you can barley feel your legs and you don't have the energy to ride him. "Tch." He flips you onto your back again before taking your legs and pulling them on his shoulders. "I'll show you fucking pound town." He starts to thrust into you again harder than before, you really asked for it now....

[m-jelly]

18+ thought.

Canon Levi Ackerman giving you just the tip because he's never had sex before, so the two of you are starting off with small things. The deep vibrating moans that come from him as he holds you tightly and bucks his tip in and out of you like a possessed animal. He adores you. He's addicted to you. As he releases his seed inside you, he knows he wants more.

And it's clear to you he wants more because he's still hard, still twitching, still kissing your body.

Who would have thought your love would turn this man into a confident hungry beast. His love is overflowing and he wants to feel you stretch around every inch of him.

Question is...are you ready?

[lucysarah-c]

Why do I feel like Levi would use you as an excuse for anything?

"Captain Levi, could you stay behind to watch the cadet—"

"No, my wife caught a cold. I want to be there for her."

First, he always calls you "wife" because, to him, it doesn't matter if you two aren't officially married yet or if you're saving money to get married. You're his wife. This man was devoted to you the second you agreed to go on a date with him. Second, you don't have a cold… you simply sneezed a couple of times that morning.

"Levi, could you stay for the following meeting—"

"No, Y/N is waiting for me back in my chambers, and it's already too late," Levi replied, picking up his stuff from the meeting office's table and interrupting Erwin.

"I'm sure Y/N will understand," Erwin tried to reason, but it seemed like Levi had already stepped outside of the meeting.

"What can I say, Erwin? I'm a good husband. You make your work a priority, and you lose your girl."

"Did you finish that report—"

"I was going to stay up all night, but Y/N insisted I go to bed."

But most importantly, Levi would use you to escape ANY social event that his antisocial soul could.

"Captain! Are you staying for the after-party?" Zackly asked, almost dragging him upstairs.

"No. I'm a taken man, and everyone knows what goes on at those after-parties," Levi groaned, taking off the friendly arm around his shoulder. "I'm going home. I'm going home to my wife."

"I'm sure Y/N will understand. Good wives do."

"You don't know my wife."

While most of the time, you're just a very calm, accepting partner. Levi's life as a captain is already hard, and you don't like to add demands to it. But somehow, he's always early from any event Erwin dragged him to, coming back to be in your arms, to fall asleep as you play with his hair, and finally be able to catch some rest. You don't mind it… but you have to admit it caught you off guard when a higher-up asked you to give Levi some freedom.

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[lazyexcuse]

Y/n, sighing: “I.. have something to get off my chest Sir..”

Levi, internally: “please be your shirt, please be your shirt—“

[levilxvr]

thinking about levi waking up the morning after you guys had a really rough session and finding a line of hickeys down his neck.

You’re still asleep and he’s standing in front of the bathroom mirror washing his face when he nearly gets a heart attack. He squints and tilts his neck to see like, 6 or 7 purplish red bruises decorating his neck, all the way down to his collarbone. Shit. He knows it’s not your fault- not like he could control himself either. But how the hell was he supposed to walk around the barracks with a horrendously obvious display of hickeys?

He stalks off to erwin’s office. He has only one solution now because there’s absolutely nothing he can do to cover it up.

“I need to take leave today.”

Erwin looks up from his paperwork. “Why?” Then he notices the amount of hickeys on levi’s neck and chokes on his own laughter. Meanwhile levi is glaring at him, not happy at all.

“Help me out a little here won’t you?”

“Alright, alright, I’ll keep you in the office today. You can continue signing the documents from Marley- I’ll get hange to take over training duty.”

Safe to say, levi definitely didn’t end up finishing erwin’s paperwork because you visited his office in the afternoon and distracted him with more important business.

[arlerts-angel]

Who do you think would be the most into dirty talk out of the AOT boys?? I can see Jean and Eren in particular being into it, but I feel like it's definitely not limited to just them 😫 No pressures to answer this, I'm not sure if you take requests for multiple characters at once so feel free to ignore this if you don't!

a/n: thank you for sending this in!! MWUAH i hope you enjoy 🤍 PHEW i'm dizzy!!! 😵‍💫❤️‍🔥

taglist: @la-undercover-latina @ringsofsaturnnnn @i-literally-cant-with-this @jeannineee @sleazymac-n-cheesy

warnings: multiple characters x fem!reader | pet names/light degradation: baby, pretty little slut, dirty girl, babygirl, princess, beautiful, angel | oral sex (m!receiving) | penetrative sex (piv) | light breeding kink (take a wild guess who) | sub-coded armin | reader is racially + bodily ambiguous! 🥰

ᯓ★ 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄

☆ 𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐣𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐫

i think at the top of the ranking, eren jaeger is the king of dirty talk. he is vocal about everything happening. gritting his teeth, hissing, and cursing at the way your pussy sucks him in each time he thrusts into you.

"fuck baby, your pussy's so fuckin tight. feels so fucking good... aw, look you, dumb on my cock already. my pretty little slut. yeah baby, just like that. slam your ass back on my cock. gonna milk me dry. fuuuuuuuck..."

☆ 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧

coming in hot at the number 2 spot on my ranking is levi ackerman. i think levi doesn't overuse curses because he has some dignity, but he definitely likes to narrate as if you can't feel the bulge from the tip of his cock.

"can you feel how i deep i am inside you?... taking my cock so well. you make me feel so good... so fucking good. you like it when i talk like that, don't you? i can feel your pussy tighten around me when i do. dirty girl. you like to be talked to like a slut? fucked like one too, yeah?"

☆ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

connie springer isn't much of a talker when he's fucking you... but when you're sucking him off he likes to praise the fuck out of you. he absolutely loves getting head and he'll make sure you know it.

"oh fuck... you look so sexy with my cock in your mouth baby... fuck yeah... just like that. you suck my dick so good babygirl... can't get enough of your mouth, princess. look at those pretty lips around my dick..."

☆ 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐧

number 4 on my list is jean kirstein. i think, much like levi, jean doesn't curse too much but really enjoys to praise you and your body and the heavenly things it does when you ride his dick.

"my pretty cowgirl. bounce those tits in my face baby. you're so beautiful... i love watching you ride me. yeah baby, just like that."

☆ 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐭

the love of my life, armin arlert my beloved. unfortunately he's last on this list. this is just my personal opinion, but i see armin enjoying YOU doing the dirty talk 9 times out of 10. not to say that he doesn't, but i think a lot of us agree that he's a whimpering, whiny mess in the bedroom.

"o-oh god, a-angel... please don't s-stop–! i-i'm so close... so close... so fucking close. yeah, right there! right there! right there–! 'm gonna cum. gonna fill you and give you a baby..."

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[erwinsmithsmissingleftarm]

The veterans and how they fuck you

Hange is very playful and light-hearted. She is the type who can keep the foreplay going until you beg her to stop teasing you. Hange likes to try new experiences in bed, totally open about sex stuff. Fuckin in public, choking, overstimulation... nothing seems to turn her off. The moment she removes her glasses and untie her hair, you know that you are in for a long ride. Perfectly skilled with her hands, Hange is able to turn you into her obedient dumb slut in a few seconds.

Erwin does not have a lot of free time so most of your sex sessions are done in his office between two meetings More traditional, he is not really fan of non-vanilla sex ideas, but can go for one if he feels risky. Loves it when you cockwarm him while he is signing documents, your complains is like music to his ears. Erwin is often rough and fast with his thrusts as he doesn't have a lot of spare time but he is super slow and passionate once in the bedroom. Alos with his monster cock, he always manages to hit the deepest parts of your body.

Levi is also a pretty busy man like Erwin but he still takes his time when it comes to make love with you. Even if he doesn't look like it, Levi likes to go further than vanilla sex. He also tends to let out degrading words as he is pounding inside you and nicknames like "slut", "cumdumpster" or "whore" are very frequent. Levi loves to cover your eyes and tie your hands with his cravate, feeling powerful as you squirm in his touch. He is a secret cum eater and nobody's better than him when it comes to fuck you iwth his tongue.