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" You see that? " ---Levi Ackerman

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idk if you’ve seen those tiktoks or like anything horror related but i felt the need to share. ppl r talking about how sexy ghostface is & how everyone wanted to be fucked by him w the mask on & some girl posted that her bf got a ghostface mask& they hinted that they’re gonna go at it with the mask && it had me thinking……. levi buying a ghostface mask/costume for halloween & literally fucking u into oblivion, the whole shabang too, he grips u by the hair and lifts ur head up as his behind u in order to snap a picture of ur fucked out expression, etc etc, hold a kn!fe (a fake one or real idc) to ur throat.. yeah… halloween thoughts, mask kink too like my brain is 😵‍💫 imagine him taking it off before he finishes and he’s all sweaty and his hair is sticking to his forehead and he’s like lowkey out of breath from it

TW HEAVY KNIFE PLAY, TW MASK KINK, TW DARK CONTENT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

also tw degradation/humiliation, unprotected sex, choking (unedited)

SO LIKE I PERSONALLY DON’T HAVE A MASK KINK BUT HEY I’M WILLING TO TRY EVERYTHING ONCE (aka I’m probably about to get one while I write my response) anyways nonnie you gave me an inch so I’m going the mile

Levi refused to tell you about his costume. you really don’t know why either, he’s not a massive fan of the holidays (even though he finds it utterly adorable to see how excited and giddy you get. and maybe he thinks the light up ceramic pumpkins you put next to the stove are pretty cute.). in fact, it was your batting eyelashes and pout that asked him to dress up this year anyways.

“can we please throw a Halloween party?” you had asked him so sweetly. how was he supposed to say no when you had cuddled up on him on the couch, nuzzling his shoulder and kissing his neck?

Levi said yes, and because suspense is a glass of cold water worth sipping, he hadn’t told you one fucking detail.

and when Halloween night finally rolled around, your crowd of friends and family have a wonderful time under the hard work of your decorating and ambiance, you couldn’t find Levi. he was there — you could hear his chuckle and his sarcastic comments, but you could not see your significant other. AND YOU HAD DRESSED UP SO CUTE TOO!!! you wanted him to see ): (like you didn’t stop talking about it all month. Levi could’ve practically seen you in your cute little costume from all the times you spoke about it.)

unbeknownst to you, Levi was taking quite an appreciative gaze at you all night. imagination can only do so much, and he hadn’t expected your costume to be, well, so revealing. almost reminded him of his favorite lingerie set you owned, the details nearly identical for the garment reserved for special occasions and needy nights. and frankly, Levi got a fucking kick out of the way your eyes searched every corner of your shared home for him. loved seeing the determination in your eyes whenever you had heard his voice. and he definitely didn’t walk past you several times, finger tips ghosting on the small of your back as he slid by.

so when all the party guests left, and Levi was nowhere to be seen, you thought he had pulled a mean prank on you. but that’s not like your loving partner, is it? it couldn’t be. either way, you felt so dejected and sad as you cleaned up scattered cups and plates. when you finished, you stumbled into your bedroom, ready to yank off your costume and throw it in the trash only to halt in your tracks.

“what’s with the sad pout, baby?”

Levi sat on the edge of your mattress, legs crossed at his knees, mask covering his beautiful features. in his hands there sat a knife, his fingers twirling at the handle. the dim lighting of the hallway leaked into the dark space, glinting reflections back into your eyes. you gulped, smashing your thighs together.

“I didn’t know that was you,” why’d you feel so defensive?

“you’re a smart girl, you mean to tell me you didn’t figure it out?” he tilted his head, and you could only imagine the twisted smirk on his lips. “you looked so determined too. so fucking cute in your little costume, all giggly and pretty. did you wear that for me?”

“of course,” you crossed your arms, pouting. “Levi, I was looking for you all night.”

“looks like you found me. or maybe, I found you?”

Levi stood to his feet, and all playfulness was sucked out of the room. he looked so fucking menacing, his knuckles wrapped securely around the handle of the knife, and he stalked forward. your first reaction, a bodily instinct of fight or flight, was to twitch and take a step back. he didn’t like that.

“what’s got you all scared, baby? it’s not me, is it?” Levi cooed, approaching closer. “need you to stay still.”

a glimpse of his rock hard bulge kept your feet stationed where they were. who knew Levi could be such a good actor?

Levi stood in front of you, lifting the knife to the swell of your breasts. using the tip, he slowly and cautiously split the top of your costume. you shivered, you hadn’t worn a bra. the costume had been too tight to put one on.

“so quiet, you listen well,” he mumbled, watching as the material fell to the sides to reveal your pebbled nipples and goose bumped breasts. “no bra? bad girl.”

using the flat side of the blade, he pressed the cold metallic against your right nipple. you hissed at the freezing surface, but willed your hands to stay at your sides. though they clenched into fists, you whimpered and he repeated the same action to the other mound — using the flip side of the knife to elicit the same reaction.

“let’s get the rest of these clothes off, shall we?”

your costume sat in tatters on the floor by the time Levi had expertly cut a thin line straight through the middle. clad in only your dampened panties, you stood embarrassingly exposed in front of your concealed lover. excitement and adrenaline filled your brain, and you managed to not squirm that much under his gaze. Levi was eerily silent as he circled you, tapping the flat plains of his blade against random spots of your skin. too gentle to be considered a slap or make any mark, you still jolted at the impact.

standing directly behind you, cautious to hold the knife above as to not cut you, Levi slowly turned you around to face him. the hallway light illuminated your face, but Levi appeared a silhouette. he didn’t speak as he walked you backwards, gently guiding you until the insides of your knees hit the back of the mattress. he navigated you to lay flat on your back, toes dangling mere centimeters off the floor.

Levi tapped the flat side of the knife once more to your knee, “spread, now.”

your fingers clutched the comforter by the sides of your head as you followed his instructions, parting your knees until you were completely spread out in front of him. you had worn a dainty little seamless thong, and you bit your bottom lip. you could feel the thin, soaked fabric slip between your lower lips, knowing full well Levi probably had a completely sick grin on his face. these kinds of underwear were his favorite, so delicate and easy to reveal.

he flipped the knife around in his hand, holding onto the edge of the handle closest to the blade, and pressed the firm round end to your clit. you held back a buck of your hips, not wanting to be the cause of any slip ups and turn the object into a weapon. at least, a weapon of pain. the way Levi was using the cutlery, it was a weapon of pleasure.

“you’re soaked,” Levi grunted, trailing the handle down your covered folds. “so turned on by this, aren’t you?”

you nodded, and the round tip pressed softly against your weeping hole. the fabric bunched further, your folds peaking out at the sides, and Levi’s patience wore thin. he flipped the blade, and cut your panties off with a quick and precise slice, leaving you completely naked and desperate.

he placed the knife on the bed, instructing you to not move. Levi quickly undressed himself, and you watched in an indescribable feeling as he kept the mask on. his cock slapped against his abdomen as he sprung free of his costume, leaking delicious precum down the throbbing length of his member.

he gripped the base, jerking himself a few times. he groaned, thumb teasing his frenulum with each tug. the underside of his girth pressed heatedly to your vulva, grinding himself along your cunt. his tip nudged at your aching clit, and you held your breath and clawed at the duvet tighter. you wanted to listen, to not move, but fuck was Levi making it nearly impossible.

Levi maneuvered the grip on his cock closer to his head, pressing his slit directly to your bundle of nerves. swirling in small circles, stroking along your pearl, he worked you up until you were whimpering and panting beneath him. you wanted to beg, to buck your hips until his length slid inside of you, but you stayed still, the knife a gentle reminder by your side.

your patience paid off in the end though.

hands placed on your hips, Levi leisurely sheathed himself inside of your warm, right cunt. mutual gasps and moans filled the room as he filled you to the brim. Levi allowed a moment for the both of you to adjust to the onset of pleasure — and then he thrusted. deeply, brushing directly against the most sensitive spot in your walls, he withdrew his hips and slammed into your dripping heat. and then again, and again, until he built up an unfaltering pace.

“Levi—“ a palm left your hip, circling around your throat to cut your sentence short. your eyes rolled into the back of your skull, your body bouncing against his from the impact of his fucking.

“bad girls don’t get to speak, baby. how disgusting, you’re fucking gripping me. you fucking love this, don’t you?”

you nodded once more as his fingers pressed in to the sides of your neck, your hand coming up to lay on top of his hold. it was rare that your partner got this rough with you, and you were basking in the rough attention. Levi always left his questions open ended, an invitation for you to state your level of participation. if you didn’t like it, he’d stop, simple as that. however, that was the last thing you wanted your mask covered lover to do.

“yes,” you squeaked out, his grip loosening on your airway. “fucking love it.”

“that’s my girl,” he snarled, moving his hand from your throat to your bouncing breast. “think you can handle more?”

“fuck yes.”

“good,” his other hand abandoned your hip, picking up the blade by your side and holding it to your throat. “color.”

“green,” you panted, feeling the dull end press enticingly to your esophagus. “oh, fuck, Levi you feel so fucking good.”

“what did I say?” the knife pressed harder, catching your breath. “you don’t get to speak.”

for the most part, you listened. maybe it was because of the intimating object pressed to your trachea, your throat bobbing at the contact. maybe it was the relentless pistoning of Levi’s cock deep within your cunt. it sure as fuck was the rolling thumb on your clit that shut you up though, your bottom lip swollen and indented with teeth marks from your constant biting.

Levi’s breathing became heavy, and with the toss of the knife to the floor and a yank of his mask, his disheveled appearance greeted you with intensity. a wild, untamed look in his steely eyes locked in on yours. his hair a tangled mess, sticking up in random tufts with sweat. his face was beat red, flushed and blotchy. he swooped in, capturing your lips in a heated embrace.

and then you came undone, his thumb swiping faster at your clit. he buried himself deep within you, thrusts without rhythm as he met his own demise.

by the time the two of you stilled, clarity swept your brain, “Levi?”

“hm?”

“have you been planning this the entire time?”

“and if I did?” you felt his smirk as he placed soft, fragile kisses to your cheeks.

“please fucking plan it again.”

LACHERI © 2021: all writing content belongs to LACHERI. I do not allow reposts or translations.

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Some shots of him that I just love.

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you know the levi girlies don’t always agree on everything but the one thing we can all agree on is that this man is beautiful.

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"Eyyyy, let's a selfie Levi! 🤪"

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this is Levi coded as fuck

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If you don’t think post war Levi is the prettiest, it’s okay to be wrong.

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Just... covering Levi in kisses.

He's on his back, bed hair sticking up all over the place, still a little soft and sleepy as you cup his face between your hands and kiss him over and over. His forehead, the little crease between his brows, the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes, his silver temples, the scar running down the side of his face, the lid of his blind eye and then his good one. His cupid's bow, his soft cheeks, his sharp jawline and his chin with its coarse coat of overnight stubble. And he just lies there and takes it.

He strokes your lower back, then up the path of your spine, hands far softer in the years since he set down his blades. His lips curve into the subtlest of smiles.

"Think you're done?" he asks when you finally pull back to admire the faint pink tinge on his cheeks.

"Hm, no, I think I missed a spot," you reply leaning down once more to kiss the tip of his nose.

"You missed two," he says, his hand sliding up to cradle the back of your head, gently urging you down toward his lips.

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I imagine that Levi would talk you through it.

With every inch of his fat cock, he’d coo soft praises in your ear, his lips peppering fluttery kisses on your ear with a low, gruff “such a good girl…”

He’d take you slowly at first, savoring every second within your stretching wet walls. Becoming more and more turned on as he takes in your body underneath him — flushed red cheeks, lips parted, eyes full of lust and anticipation. His perfect girl, taking his cock so well.

“This pussy was made for me..” he’d breathe out, pleased with the whimpers his words pulled out of you.

He would continue his soft praises, slowly working up into pounding you into your mattress. Fucking you harder and harder until you become a blubbering mess under him.

As you cum around his thick length, he would hold your head in his hands, lips brushing your ears, tongue licking your neck between each word, “cum for me, baby.” “that’s right, cum all over my cock like a good girl.” “that’s my pussy. mine.”

🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

ughhhh I love him

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no person has had a chokehold on me the way Levi Ackerman does. the things I’d let that man do to me are endless. I mean, ENDLESS!!!!!

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That's hot 🔥

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⋆⭒˚.⋆ SANDBOX LOVE [CHAPTER 2] ⋆⭒˚.⋆

Summary:

“I’ll come back for you.” Levi had promised, with a pinky wrapped around her own, and then his lips pressed against hers in a hasty kiss. It wasn’t their first but it was different, this time felt real.

His uncle pulled him away, and he was gone. The air was thick and heavy without him but his last words left her with a sliver of comfort, the feeling of his lips lingered like a second skin. The seemingly unfriendly little boy she had met and grown with, the first boy she loved - she watched him peddle away with misty eyes. That was her first heartbreak, the one she never saw coming.

He didn’t keep his promise.

It’s been 11 years since childhood best friends Levi and Azalea last saw each other. Now college students, what were the odds of them reuniting? Will old feelings bring them closer than before, or will it create a greater distance between them?

Cover art by Sumiensp on Twitter! 🤍

Azalea's not quite sure how much time has passed after her friends leave when she hears a knock; being too preoccupied with unpacking, and occasional coffee breaks. She rushes toward her door, standing on her toes as she peeks through the peephole when she recognizes Ilyana, and swings the door open.

"Oh, hey!" 

"Hey girl," Ilyana says, and Azalea catches sight of a bottle of wine being cradled in her arms. "I thought I'd bring by a welcome gift, and offer some help unpacking as a thank you for last night." 

Azalea smiles gratefully. "Thank you, yeah, that would actually be really great, come on in." She says, and steps aside to let Ilyana stride inside. 

"Looks cute in here already," She says as she walks in and sets the bottle onto the counter. "What can I help with?"

"Well you're just in time to help hang up some lights," Azalea says playfully as she pulls out an unkept mess of Christmas lights. "Or at least be here to dial 911 if I bust my ass doing it."

"Two short girls hanging up lights? Sounds totally doable," Ilyana laughs, helping to untangle the wires. "So, what're you coming to Paradis for?" 

"Oh, I'm majoring in psychology. I figured why not get extra credits for graduation here at one of the best universities in the country." 

"No fuckin' way." 

Azalea peaks over at Ilyana, her jaw dropped with an astonished look on her face. "Uhh -"

"I'm a psychology major too!" 

"You're lying." 

"I'm so serious!" She laughs and they both work on hanging up the lights around the balcony door. "That's perfect though, now I'll have back up when giving my friends unsolicited advice about all their behavioral problems." 

"Oh, I've absolutely got your back. That is one of my favorite activities, Isabel and Furlan always hated when I'd go brutally honest therapist mode on them." Azalea laughs, kneeling down to open up another box.

"Oh my god, same! Just wait until you meet the squad, they're absolutely crazy. There's Jean and he's a complete ...." Ilyana's voice fades out and Azalea's heart nearly drops into her stomach as she pries open this box. Sitting right on top is an old kids shoe box covered in stickers and sharpie drawings. 

She didn't remember packing this up, thinking back it must have been one of her friends who did. In a way she's thankful — but it also reminds her of the little piece missing in her heart. As she opened it, that little yarn bracelet and pendant engraved with the letter "L" was right where she left it.

"Hey, everything okay?" She hears Ilyana say, her friend now sitting across from her.

"Oh yeah, sorry. I just —" She pauses for a moment before holding up the bracelet. "I didn't realize this was packed up."

Ilyana takes it in her hand, carefully studying the pendant. "L... is this from an ex friend? An old lover?!"

Azalea looks back in the box, seeing old candy wrappers and dried flowers, all tucked on top of his old sweatshirt; little things she had saved that reminded her of him. 

"It's just a bracelet from an old friend, his name is Levi. We were really close when we were kids but he moved away. I haven't seen him since I was... twelve I think?" She says with a shrug.

"But... you kept all this stuff for this long." Ilyana says, a hint of curiosity and implication in her tone. "He must've been special."

Azalea looks at her with a soft smile. "He was." She sighs. "You know, first kiss and all that."

"Oh my god, I'm so invested now." Ilyana says excitedly, handing back the bracelet. "So what happened? You never found a way to contact him again after he moved?" 

"Pretty much. We were so young we didn't have cell phones or any way to keep in touch, I don't think he even really knew where he was moving to, and well now we're adults so it is what it is. He'll always be special to me though." She smiles back at the pendant, tucking it back into the box. 

"Whoa. Your life could literally be a Taylor swift song, all you need is to find him again and boom, her next top chart song." Ilyana says lightheartedly.

Azalea laughs, "We'd better get some of the royalties then if that ever happened."

The apartment was a mess of half-opened boxes and scattered belongings, but Azalea learns a lot about Ilyana as they work. Talking about anything and everything, as if they had known each other for years; touching on their favorite movies and books, shows and music. They joked about their friendship being fated, that being neighbors and meeting last night was meant to be. 

Hours slipped by unnoticed; the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the room. Suddenly, Ilyana's phone buzzed incessantly, interrupting their flow. She sighed, rolling her eyes as she swiped through a barrage of messages.

"Jean is blowing up my phone," she says, exasperated. "He's at the bar down the road with Connie and Sasha, they're apparently having a wing eating contest and he's bored of them. Would you want to go meet them and get some food?"

Suddenly aware of just how hungry she is, Azalea nods. "God, yes. Let me just change and fix myself up."

"I'll apologize in advanced for the heavy flirting Jean will do with you, if you're not interested just let me know and I'll tell him you're off limits." Ilyana pauses, "or if you're looking for an easy hook up, more power to you." 

"I'm not really looking for anything honestly, but also not opposed to anything either?" She feels her face warm up, realizing how unsure of herself she sounds. 

"Well I got your back either way, I'll be your wing woman or bodyguard, just say the word." Ilyana winks.

They're ready and headed out before long; Azalea feels her anxiousness about being introduced to an already close-knit friend group, though she doesn't admit it. She only hopes she clicks with the rest of them as easily as she had with Ilyana.

The bar is only a ten minute walk from their apartments, the streets lit up, bustling with college students reuniting after the summer break. It's all so different from her hometown, she tries to hide her awe as she takes it all in.

The bar is packed from the first step in the door. Azalea's nerves intensified, but Ilyana grabs her hand, guiding her through the groups of people until they reach a booth in the back. There, Azalea sees a brunette girl with a ponytail at the edge of the booth, her mouth covered in sauce as she devoured wings like her life depended on it. Next to her is a man with short gray hair and a pierced eyebrow, struggling to keep up with her pace. They must be Sasha and Connie. At the inside of the booth is another man with a brown mullet and light facial hair, scrolling through his phone, evidently not paying any mind to the two next to him. So that's Jean; Ilyana was right about him being attractive, that's for sure.

As they approach the table, Jean looks up and quickly nudges Connie's arm muttering, "Be cool." He glances up, hastily wiping wing sauce from his mouth.

"Hey guys, this is Azalea." Ilyana says. "Azalea this is Sasha, Connie and —"

Jean quickly stands up, bumping the table in the process as he extends his hand out. Azalea shakes his hand, before she can pull away his lips are pressed to the top of it with a small smirk. "I'm Jean. Ilyana didn't mention she was going to bring a beautiful woman such as yourself." 

Azalea giggles nervously, feeling herself blush under his hazel gaze. Ten seconds in and she's already questioning her ability to handle this level of flirting, especially with how attractive he actually is.

"Jesus calm down beanstalk, she just got here." Connie mutters, jabbing Jean in the side.

"Shut up Caillou." Jean retorts, punching him in arm as he sits back down.

Connie's eyes widen, "That joke is ten years old, get some new ones dickwad." He mumbles before his attention turns to Ilyana, smiling at her. "Hey Ilyana."

"Hey Connie," Ilyana says quietly as she slides into the booth next to Azalea. 

"Done!" Sasha shouts suddenly, slamming her fists onto the table then sticking a sauce covered finger in Connie's face. "Suck it, loser!" 

"Yeah, yeah. Were you even paying attention?" Connie shoves her hand away. "Ilyana and Azalea are here." 

"Oh." Sasha looks up and waves. "Hey, I'm Sasha!" 

"It's nice to meet you." Azalea smiles and waves back.

"Well that was an amazing introduction, I told you they were crazy." Ilyana says, wrapping an arm around Azaleas' shoulder. "But now you'll be part of the craziness too, you can thank me later." 

Jean orders drinks and food for the table; and while everyone talks amongst each other Azalea catches his gaze rarely shifting off of her. It's been a while since she's had attention like this, she does her best to smile softly at him each time their eyes meet. 

"So how did you two meet?" 

"Oh we're neighbors, I moved into the apartment last night and bumped into Ilyana, we just hit it off." 

"Nice, well hopefully we'll have some classes together so we can see more of each other." Jean smiles cheekily. "You'll be coming to our house show on Friday, right?"

"House show?" Azalea raises an eyebrow. 

"After the game we have a house party and we preform; our band." Connie chimes in. 

"He's the drummer, and the singer is yours truly." Jean winks. "Then there's Eren and Ymir too, I'm sure you'll meet them sometime. So you'll come Friday, right?"

"Yeah, I'd love to." Azalea smiles. "What game plays?"

"The college soccer team." Ilyana says. "They're a big deal here, and the first game of the year is against the rival school so it's going to be huge."

"I heard Zeke is coming back this season. Has Eren confirmed?" Sasha asks.

"Yeah he is, he's going to be coming in hot for the captain after last years game." Connie grins. "I still can't believe such a short guy has so much power, how he managed to twist Zekes leg on the field was awesome." 

"I've never heard of soccer being the college sport, isn't it usually football or something?" 

"You'll just have to wait and see the game. I'll get your ticket, we can go together." Jean smiles, hopeful but confident. Azalea's heart beats a little faster. 

"We're all going to the game Mr. Lover boy." Connie states, making Ilyana giggle softly.

"Dude shut the fuck up." 

"I'd like that." Azalea laughs, smiling at how flustered Jean is. "It'll be fun."

It's nearly midnight by the time they leave the bar, getting too caught up in conversation to notice how much time passed. In the time they were there, everyone coordinated class schedules and planned to meet up during free period at the cafe for lunch, Jean took a picture of her and Ilyana to be virtually introduced to Eren, Mikasa, Ymir and Historia in their group chat; and Sasha, in her wing induced coma, was practically carried out by Jean and Connie. 

Finally in bed, Azalea settles down. Her mind at ease about starting classes, at least she knows she isn't going into her first day alone. She sends the picture Jean took to Furlan and Isabel, just to let them know she's doing okay. 

Suddenly her phone vibrates — expecting it to be their reply, she's surprised to see it's Jean. 

Goodnight gorgeous, it was nice meeting you tonight. I hope I'm lucky enough to see you in my dreams.

Azalea can't help but laugh at the text, her chest getting tight and face warm. This fresh start is looking better already.

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I could just imagine Levi, who sneaks out when it's late to see you, the civilian woman that he keeps secret but not out of shame, he just wants to keep something special just for himself, the one thing that helps him on the nights where his insomnia is very bad.

He'd come into your room, moonlight seeping through the window as you sit on the edge of your bed, white satin nightgown covering your figure as you both sip some wine together. He'd kneel on the floor in front of you, eyes closed as he lies his head in your lap, and you comb your fingers through his soft, black hair, hearing him sigh deeply.

"You okay, my love?" You ask quietly, fingers gently tucking his hair behind his ear.

"Fine.. tired.." He mumbles softly, deep voice monotone, barely above a whisper, and you can only assume that he hasn't gotten much sleep lately.

"Come see me more often.. you sleep better, Levi. I'm always here.. you know that."

Truthfully, he tries to stop himself from coming to see you too often, afraid that once he admits to himself that he adores you and that your presence eases his mind, you'll leave him, you'll disappear..

Your fingers run down his jawline gently, getting a soft hum from him. You know how he feels; he doesn't have to say it, and you'd never try to force it from him.

There have been times when he's very vaguely vented to you, not allowing himself to say too much, but he appreciated that you somehow always understood all the words he wouldn't say, couldn't say.

He'd expressed his insecurities to you before, wondering if he was anything other than "Humanity's Strongest Solider", a Captain, or an Ackerman..wondering if people ever saw him, as just Levi. Not the soldier, but just Levi.

So the praise you'd give him meant so much to him, although he'd never say so, good thing he never had to.

You could always tell by the look in his eyes as your fingers ran into his hair, his lips brushing up your thigh as he pushes up the fabric of the nightgown, mouth making it's way to your folds as his tongue runs along them, his eyes looking up at you desperately, pleading for you to give him praise.

"Mmm, you're so good, Levi.. so perfect.." You coo softly, fingers combing through his hair, brushing his hair away from his forehead. He laps with more fervor at every praise, every compliment that comes from your lips.

"You mean so much to me Levi.. mm, you're so handsome, so beautiful.. just look at those pretty eyes.." He hums softly at your words, blinking slowly, his eyes slightly lidded but soft as they remain focused on your face while he continues to lap at your pussy, tongue massaging your clit intensely, drawing moans from your lips as you lightly tug at his hair, his soft lips glisten from your juices once he drags an orgasm from you and he lies his head on your thigh as you caress his cheek.

You two have never gone further than this, you allow things to move at his pace hoping one day he'll finally open up to you, but for now.. you settle with his gentle kiss on your thigh and the soft "thank you.." he mutters against your skin everytime.

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ended things with my long-term partner last night so looking at this gorgeous man to cope

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I actually could not believe when you sent me screenshot of you listening to it, the way I had to hold in my scream LMAOOOOOO

my best friend and I have always joked around about sharing the same brain but lord does it actually get kind of freaky sometimes. we were discussing her Levi x oc fic just the other day & she had mentioned she found the perfect song to add to their playlist & when I tell y’all I had been in the middle of listening to that same exact song when she brought it up. 😭 out of all the songs.. what are the actual odds of that djendjekdjdj;

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so needy, heichou

kidnapped him so i can practice anatomy with him as a model (pt 1) 😇🙏🏻