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gennemi · 9 months

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🖤✨𝑹𝒆𝒏'𝒔 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕✨🖤

These are some of my works! Let me know if the links don't work! I'll try and fix them! More will be added as I go!

Angst- 💔

Fluff- 🥰

Smut- 🥵

Silly/Funny-🤪

~𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝑷𝒊𝒆𝒄𝒆~

𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒆 𝑴𝒊𝒉𝒂𝒘𝒌:

SFW Headcanons (🥰)

My Oh My (🥰) - Moodboard

~Senorita (Pt. 2 of My Oh My) - Moodboard (🥰)

~Shameless (Pt. 3 of My Oh My TBD, slight NSFW)

~Never Be the Same (Pt.4of My Oh My TBD, will be Smut)

Swordswoman! Reader Headcanons (Request in the works)

Black Pearl (Request in the works)

Mermaid! Reader (Request in the works)

New Years Kiss Headcanons (🥰)

Kitty Softpaws! Reader (Request in the works)

𝑹𝒐𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒂 𝒁𝒐𝒓𝒐:

New Years Kiss Headcanons (🥰)

Kitty Softpaws! Reader (Request in Works)

𝑻𝒓𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒈𝒂𝒓 𝑫 𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑳𝒂𝒘:

NSFW Headcanons (WIP)

New Years Kiss Headcanons (🥰)

𝑷𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒈𝒂𝒔 𝑫. 𝑨𝒄𝒆:

New Years Kiss Headcanons (🥰)

Random Birthday Posts: 1 2

𝑩𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒚 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒏:

TLC:

Part 1 (🥰)

Part 2 (in Works)

Braids (🥰)

Flaws and All (💔🥰)

SFW Headcanons (💔🥰)

New Years Kiss Headcanons (🥰)

𝑹𝒆𝒅-𝑯𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒔:

New Years Kiss Headcanons (🥰)

Kitty Softpaws! Reader (Request in works)

𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒋𝒊 𝑽𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒌��:

New Years Kiss Headcanons (🥰)

𝑴𝒐𝒏𝒌𝒆𝒚 𝑫. 𝑳𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒚:

New Years Kiss Headcanons (🥰)

Kitty Softpaws! Reader (Request In Works)

~𝑫𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝑺𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒓~

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒚𝒂 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒛𝒖𝒈𝒂𝒘𝒂:

Period Comfort (🥰)

Wounds (🥰)

Sleep (🥰)

𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒛𝒖𝒈𝒂𝒘𝒂:

NSFW Alphabet (🥵)

𝑴𝒖𝒛𝒂𝒏 𝑲𝒊𝒃𝒖𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒋𝒊:

Gn! Demon Reader (🥰)

Fluff Alphabet (🥰)

Cross Dresser! Fem! Reader (🥰)

Muzan Kibutsuji x GN! Demon! Reader Headcanons (🥰)

What the Uppermoons think of Timid! Muzan Headcanons (Request in the works)

Shadows of a Marriage (Muzan x Oc) Masterlist

𝑻𝒂𝒏𝒋𝒊𝒓𝒐 𝑲𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒐:

Nothing Yet!

𝑲𝒚𝒐𝒋𝒖𝒓𝒐 𝑹𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒐𝒌𝒖:

Kitsune! Kyo (🥰)

First Kiss (🥰)

Happy Birthday Kyojuro! (🥰)

𝑨𝒌𝒂𝒛𝒂:

Crushing (Request in the works)

Muzan's Daughter (Request in the works)

𝑯𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒖 𝑪𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔:

Jealous Sekido Smut Headcanons(🥵)

~𝑱𝑱𝑲~

𝑴𝒆𝒈𝒖𝒎𝒊 𝑭𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒐:

Comfort Text (SMAU) (🥰)

First I Love You (💔🥰)

𝑹𝒚𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝑺𝒖𝒌𝒖𝒏𝒂:

One in the Works!

𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐:

Comfort Texts (SMAU) (🥰)

NSFW Rant (🥵)

𝒀𝒖𝒋𝒊 𝑰𝒕𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒊:

Nothing Yet!

𝑲𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝑵𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒊:

Comfort Texts (SMAU) (🥰)

~𝑨𝑻𝑻𝑨𝑪𝑲 𝑶𝑵 𝑻𝑰𝑻𝑨𝑵~

𝑳𝒆𝒗𝒊 𝑨𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏:

Nothing Yet!

~𝑶𝑩𝑬𝒀 𝑴𝑬! ~

𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒇𝒆𝒓:

Nothing Yet!

𝑩𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒛𝒆𝒃𝒖𝒃:

Nothing Yet!

𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒑𝒉𝒈𝒐𝒓:

Nothing Yet!

𝑳𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏:

Nothing Yet!

~𝑷𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏~

𝑮𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒂:

Nothing Yet!

𝑨𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒏:

Nothing Yet!

𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒆:

Nothing Yet!

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!!!!!𝑹𝑬𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑺 𝑶𝑷𝑬𝑵!!!!!

I will make a separate Masterlist for things like series that have more then at least four-five parts!

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apparently-artless · 2 years

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I was tagged by @rorronoa. Thanks for tagging me! :)

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Son Hak (Akatsuki no Yona)

Monkey D. Luffy (One Piece)

Levi Ackerman (Shingeki no Kyojin)

Accelerator (To Aru Majutsu no Index)

Akaboshi Bisco (Sabikui Bisco)

Sora (No Game No Life)

Killua Zoldyck (Hunter x Hunter)

Tomioka Giyuu (Kimetsu no Yaiba)

Sawamura Eijun (Daiya no Ace)

Aoi Ashito (Ao Ashi)

tagging my new mutuals (only if you want! hehe): @lesbianashleywilliams @suknas @chifuya @suneaterh @umidays @liliie-s @secretdovesyt @thechickwith-add @meryltodoroki @hokusu

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dwoality2123 · 1 year

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abiatackerman · 5 months

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Teacher Levi x Student reader

Your obsession with Professor Ackerman isn't a secret thing between your friends. You like him even though he is strict, cold, rude, and intimidating. You keep talking about him to your friends so much that being annoyed, they have now started to call you Mrs. Ackerman. Not like you hated that, whether it gave you pleasure.

You have always wondered if he has a girlfriend? Or does he keep a mistress? What type of woman does he like? Tall with big boobs and asses? Experienced? Or short innocent girls? Is he a Dom or Sub? How sexy his body look under his shirt? Is he big? How many women have tasted those full lips of his? How many women were so lucky to have him in their bed?

And now you're sitting in his office, feeling nervous as ever. You are wondering why he called you. You have never disobeyed any rules in his class, skipped any homework or even failed in the exams. You are an average student and always is a good girl in his class. As the door slides open and Levi enters, your throat goes dry looking at his handsome features.

Levi walks into his office, closing the door behind him. The moment he walks in, you feel your heart start to pound and your stomach flip-flop. You can't help but notice how attractive he is. His appearance is striking, with his sharp features and broad shoulders. He has a commanding presence, exuding an air of authority and dominance. You can't help but feel nervous and overwhelmed in his presence. As usual, his voice sounds deep and rough as he speaks, his tone serious and stoic.

"I'm sure you've been wondering why I asked you here today."

You nod.

"Yes sir, why have you called me?"

He undoes his tie and the collar bottom of his shirt as he speaks again in a serious and a rigid tone.

"You're a good student. You're well-behaved, you always do your homework, and you do well on your exams."

You look at him, feeling your nervousness fading away a bit. But when he undoes his tie and the bottom, you look away from him because you know the more he'll reveal his skin to you.... The more you'll fall for him... The more you'll want him.

"I'm glad you think so, sir."

You say in a formal voice as you nervously give him your usual smile. Levi notices your reaction and can't help but feel amused. He slowly unbuttons his next bottom and lowers the AC's temperature as he speaks in his rough voice again.

"Everyone has their own dark fantasies, no matter how good they are or shows how well behaved they are, don't you agree?"

You take a look at him with confusion at the sudden change of topic. That's when you notice his neck. It's so flawless and muscly that you want to kiss, suck and bite on that skin so badly. You're glad that he has reduced the AC's temperature, because you're feeling so damn hot right now. But then remembering that he has asked you a question, you nod and reply in a formal tone.

"Yes sir. Everyone has their own fantasies."

Levi sees the hunger in your eyes as you stare at his neck. He likes the way you look at him, as if you are admiring him. He lowers the AC's temperature again as he continues to speak in his rough voice.

"Everyone has their own fantasies, that's true, but not everyone acts on them. How good are you at keeping secrets?"

You get confused by the sudden shift of topic again. Then you smile softly at his question and reply proudly.

"That's probably the only thing about myself I can flex about"

Levi leans back in his chair as he sees your confidence. He can't help but feel even more amused. He looks into your eyes and notices the way you're looking at him.

"The fact is, you've always been a good behaved student, and to be honest, I've always kind of liked you."

Levi pauses for a moment, observing your reaction to his words. When you remain silent put of shock and keep looking at him with shocked expression, he decides to continue speaking.

"You know how some students always try to flirt and cheat and get on the good books of their teachers? But you never did such things, nor do I think that you could ever do anything like that. I like you, roll and I want to take you for myself."

You feel like tearing up in happiness and jumping on his lap and kissing him until both of you will be breathless. You always thought it's an one sided thing and now that you know he feels the same way you bite your lips hard to stop yourself from smiling cheekily in happiness.

"Sir? Can I?"

You ask in a soft voice and look at him pleadingly.

"Can I hold your hand?"

You speak again with an excited and nervous tone as you look over the hand of his which is resting on the table. Levi looks into your eyes, his eyes piercing through yours.

"Go ahead."

He holds out his hand for you to take. You take his hand, and the moment your hands touch, a wave of sensation and warmth floods your body. You can feel his rough fingers intertwined with yours as he holds your hand tightly, not allowing you to let go. You smile, looking at the intertwined hands of you two.

"It's gonna be a problem if we date, is not it? The last thing I want in this world to be a bother to you."

You speak in a worried tone as you look up at him again. Your eyes soften with sadness as your grip on his hand tightened.

"I really do like you a lot."

You confess softly in a low voice, smiling as you eyes tears up. Levi's gaze softens too as he sees the sadness and tears in your eyes. He squeezes your hand tighter, as if he was trying to reassure you.

"It won't be a problem for me.... I don't care what others think, if that's what you're worried about. I like you too, and I want to take this further."

He leans forward slightly, his gray eyes piercing into yours. The tension between the both of you becomes palpable as the space between your bodies shrinks when he pushes the table aside which was the only obstacle between you two. You close your eyes as your grip on his hand tightened due to the anticipation you are feeling. Your heart starts to beat loudly and your breath is shallow as you tilted your head forward, waiting for him to meet you halfway. The moment he sees you tilt your head close to his mouth, he takes the initiative and pulls you to his body, pressing his lips against yours. His kiss is firm and forceful, and his hands hold your body tightly. His tongue probes your mouth, exploring every crevice and curve as he ravishes you with his desires. You wrap your arms around him, squeezing him hard, and your bodies pressed so closely together that you can feel every vein and bump of his muscles as he kisses you with raw lust and passion.

As you moan indicating that you need air, Levi breaks the kiss and looks into your eyes. Your hearts are beating wildly as you both pant, breathing heavily and trying to catch your breath. His hands slip down your back, down to your hips, as he pulls you closer to his body.

"You're mine now..."

He whispers in your ear, his voice hoarse with desire. You just smile shyly in reply.

"I was always yours and I still am."

You caress his cheek, looking into his eyes with love as you speak softly.

"Well.... It's just one more year until we can date openly."

Levi scoffs at your words.

"There's no way I'm waiting another year..."

Levi says roughly as he kisses you again, this time even deeper and more passionate than before, your lips pressed together in a heated embrace. Your bodies are pressed against one another, and your thighs rub together as the two of you let out an audible moan.

Levi breaks the kiss again and looks at you with hunger still in his eyes as he whispers in your ear again.

"We're not going to have any secrets between us. You're mine now, and everyone is going to know it. I don't give a shit about the student-teacher relationship.... You're mine."

Levi takes your hand and draws you back in for another passionate kiss. Your hands roam over the muscles of his body, and you begin to slip your tongue into his mouth. Feeling his warm and moist lips as they lock against yours, you moan and forcefully push him away, breathing heavily.

"Not here.... I need a bed."

You speak, breathing heavily as Levi brushes your hair and tug them behind you ear.

"My house, now!"

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ackerifle · 9 months

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season of giving!

yan. fiancé captain levi ackerman x fiancée commander. reader

+ CW. — reverse power dynamics/power imbalance deadlock, forced relationship & forced marriage, coercion; can be perceived as the same timeline/sequel to paying the price in full; not proof-read

the soldiers of the survey corps are only granted leave twice a year: upon receiving ghastly injuries that render them ‘unfit,’ for work, and for the winter holidays. thankfully, today it is the latter. although the official holiday leave allegedly begins today, many — if not all — of the scouts made off the day prior. which you had so graciously allowed, seeing that you didn’t rule the corps with an iron fist; unlike your predecessor who you vaguely remembered writing up those who had fled from the headquarters at 23:59 on the eve of last year.

your comrades in arms were grateful, and those who did not run off the moment you informed them they could leave early were kind enough to bid you farewell and send their warmest wishes. the only requirement you listed was that the cadets clean their areas and barracks before they go, as soldiers were notorious for taking more than a mere few days off. and you’d rather them not return to find rats and roaches in their living quarters. and thus, the scouts could be seen preening and polishing the survey corps’ base throughout the day, up until evening, but the majority of them had left around the afternoon (which made you question how thorough they were).

only the ranked officials and a handful of your squadron had actually departed on the day of, but only because they had paperwork to complete before they could go. all of whom had given their last wishes to you intimately, one at a time. expectedly, the first to greet and first to say goodbye was erwin, who awoke promptly at the crack of dawn to knock on your office door. your section commander had turned in his neatly stacked pile of documents, and a wine bottle with ribbon around the neck (poorly tied, but you could only assume how long it had taken him to get the singular bow to sit correctly with how wrinkled it was, and imagining him re-tying it with a frustrated look brought a smile to your face). you thanked him, and told him to, “not bring alcohol into your office during working hours in the future,” but he was out the door before you could even finish your sentence.

less than a minute later, a far too lively hange opened, no, slammed, your door open. they were already rambling before they could step foot into the perimeters of your office, and you interrupted them to scold their loud tone and impertinent salutations. hange had apologized, waving their hand dismissively, excusing it with a, “there’s nobody in the damn building anyway!” as they dropped their papers — which appeared to be suspiciously bigger than the amount you had assigned them — on your desk, creating a loud thud once settled, and you swore you heard the wood crack. hange had read you like a book, because they quickly defended that they were also delivering moblit’s work, thus why they had such an ungodly amount of files, and not because they babbled and rambled in their notes.

unlike erwin, it seemed hange wanted to do anything but leave, chatting you up with all their newly found research and information on langnar’s journal. and eventually when you ushered them out under the pretense you were required to sift through all of their’s and the other captain’s and vice captain’s paperwork by midnight (which you were), they finally left. but they returned two seconds after the fact, apologizing profusely and throwing an assortment of small gift-wrapped objects at you, then hurriedly rushing out the door and slamming it shut, just as you instructed them not to.

when the sun had finally risen, there was another knock on your door. you had known it was mike when there was a long pause after the knock, and not the typical automated ‘commander, it’s cadet so-and-so,’ and the only form of acknowledgement you had gotten from him after permitting his entry was a subtle nod. mike was thoughtful enough to clip his papers together, setting them aside from erwin’s and hange’s onto what little open space was left on your overcrowded desk. however, the wine bottle caught his attention; it had been pushed to the corner, and he saved it from potentially falling, picking it up with both hands and inspecting it with a sniff. shaking your head with a disappointed sigh, you had asked if he wanted it, muttering something along the lines of how you didn’t drink, and erwin knew that very well. but mike set the bottle down at the center of the desk, responding with a simple, “but levi does.” you dismissed him after that comment, but gave him an honest and genuine goodbye.

as the day dragged on, you couldn’t help but let your mind wander. it was empty, and rightfully so, as you knew this may be the only day happy families could rejoice with their loved ones, reunited after months away before they return scornfully to their duty on the battlefield. perhaps if you cared more, you would have gone home like the rest of the soldiers; but the pursuit for your own life, and needs, and wants, and worldly desires has led you here. back to your office chair, the one you sit at for hours a day so you can placate the curiosity that has since been ignited by the anomalies and inconsistencies in (what is left of) humanity’s history. sometimes, you question if this valiant effort is worth it, it’s been years with little payoff, and you’re starting to think that—

“fuck, is it cold out there.” your head snapped up at the voice, and you see levi standing in the doorway. you don’t recall hearing the sound of the door opening, considering it was quite infamous for creaking anytime someone had so much as breathed near it. his hands are full, papers and all, but a tiny yet neatly sheathed package sat atop of the reports, a pretty ribbon and all to complete it. you catch yourself grinning, which you excuse as being happy that levi has finally turned in his work and not because he’s actually here, and a frown quickly settles onto your lips, “don’t curse, you know i don’t like it.”

he shoots you a look, raising a brow as kicks the door shut with the slight nudge of his boot, “really? because last night, i’m pretty sure you were the one cursing.” levi stops in front of your desk, unbothered by the clutter, and your stare blankly as he sets his paperwork on the empty spot you had just cleared, “screaming, ‘oh my fucking god, levi—”

“okay, enough. and i don’t sound like that.” you critique his voice pitch and horrendous imitation of you, mainly to preserve your dignity and pride, and to stop the heat you felt rise to your cheeks. you placed both of your hands flat on the edge of your desk, pushing yourself backwards in your chair, but with no effort to sit up, you let your head fall back. staring intensely at the ceiling felt much better on your eyes than reading over ink writings, some unintelligible, others with atrocious handwriting, and all too tiresome.

your eyes drop to levi, who has his arms crossed, as if waiting for you to acknowledge his presence, he huffs when you two finally make eye contact, “where have you been all day?” you can’t help but be curious, standing to retrieve the present on top of his paperwork-pile, and sitting back down, “busy. why? did you miss me?” you bite back a scoff.

“hardly, it’s just… odd that you weren’t around.” the box is light in weight and small in size, fitting nicely in the palm of your hand. without moving your head, your eyes wander towards levi, who is already looking at you, urging you to open the gift with the swift motion of his hand.

you must admit his wrapping skills are unmatched to all the presents you received for this year’s annual winter holiday. including the ones that had been shoved into your mail, all of which had difficulty fitting into the thin slot, cascading onto the floor and taking up an outrageous amount of space. most of them had been from the cadets before they left, and the rest were letters from the government, pestering you about legal papers and official business. but levi’s gift was darling, and the bow was certainly tied much better than erwin’s, even if that wasn’t saying much. tugging lightly at the end of the ribbon, and it falls apart in your grasp along with the wrapping paper. the naked box is black in color, and smooth to the touch, so you are careful to slide the lid without denting the box with your nails.

upon opening it, the glint of a jewel catches your eyes. parting your lips with an impressed gasp, you hook your hand under a silver chain, retrieving the necklace from its confines, “do you like it?” of course you do, it is undeniably beautiful. you unclasp the necklace, bringing it up to you and wrapping it around your neck. levi takes long strides to help you re-clasp it, placing his hands over yours and moving your hair aside, fidgeting until it clicks, “yes, it’s very lovely. thank you.”

you hold the centerpiece of the necklace in your hand, eyeing it carefully. the embellishment is the same one that belongs to the center stone on your engagement ring, that is why it’s so awfully familiar. it comes as a mystery to you as to when levi had time to go and buy it, especially when he’s practically glued to your side all day long. it only sinks in now that you hadn’t bothered to get him anything, not that you particularly owed him anything; not when levi decides he’ll take from you whenever he pleases. you feel guilty, even though you shouldn’t, you do. and it doesn’t help your regretful conscience when levi presses a chaste, but sweet, kiss to the crown of your head.

“i never did get you anything. did you… did you want anything for your birthday?” you hesitantly query, almost like it pained you to ask in the first place; because it does. you can only bend your will so much, after all, “marriage.”

eyes wide with surprise, you shut your eyes with a grimace, “can’t you request something more reasonable? we only have a day off, and it’s what?” you raise your head and take a glance towards the window, and a blend of bright orange and yellow hues can be seen illuminating the stuffy room, “late in the evening? the registrar’s office is likely closed by now, if not closing as we speak.” turning your head to face levi, you gauge his reaction, which isn’t immediate, but he seems almost too calm to a response he would otherwise argue with you for hours on end about.

“i went earlier, they don’t close until midnight,” reaching into the pocket of his green long coat (which he hadn’t bothered to take off due to the ill-suited weather), he retrieved a scroll tied with a single red string. he held it out for you to take, and you apprehensively take it, unfurling the paper. the first thing you see is the big bold letters that read, certificate of marriage, you don’t bother looking at the rest, “i filled everything in for you, all you need to do is sign it, and we’ll go before the day ends.”

you’re pretty sure this is far from legal, and it concerns you that he memorized all of your information down to a t. dismayed at your delayed reply, levi places a heavy hand on your shoulder, hand clenching onto your body with such force you think he’s trying to rip your arm from its socket, “lest you need some more convincing, that is.”

#ackerifle #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere attack on titan #yandere aot #yandere aot x reader #yandere levi ackerman #yandere levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x reader

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amywritesthings · 1 year

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silver underground. / chapter seven.

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x F!Reader (Attack on Titan / Shingeki no Kyojin)

Word Count: 3.7K

Summary: Day 160 - also known as the day Levi found you in the middle of the night.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Memory Loss, Eventual Romance, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Flashbacks, Friends to Enemies to Lovers, Touch Starved Idiots, Masturbation

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CHAPTER SEVEN.

She’s borderline insane.

As days past, day into night and night into day, that is all Levi can think about. Even when he knocks you down, you're still getting back up. Even when he bests you, you ask for another round. You’re still putting your fists up like you can take him, like you’ve got an ace up your sleeve for his eventual downfall.

Except that card was played long before you got fucked in the head.

(You were always fucked in the head, in an ironic way, since the day he met you.)

Truth is, he likes sparring with you. You'll proudly sport a bruise, two, five. You'll hold your chin high as you limp into the mess hall, undeterred by a pulled muscle in your leg.

In a way, there's a sliver here that feels like nothing ever went wrong.

You're still you.

And because you're still you, he won’t go easy on your daily training — can’t, not when he can feel you judging from across the dirt circle, waiting for the second he'll go soft and let you crack a decent uppercut or a surprise kick.

You’re right to assume such; there's no reason to bruise your ego on top of the bluish-green patches on your body. He finds himself holding back only when you stumble.

(The spineless higher-ups really should come out here for just a day see how determined you are to stay on your feet.)

Levi says up — you’re already standing. Levi says don’t think — you’re already acting.

He doesn’t need to urge you to fight harder, because you do it all on your own.

You don’t need him.

You’ve never needed him.

Yet you seek him out anyway, with every free moment you have. Levi Ackerman has to stay poised, controlled, distant.

God forbid you get the wrong idea, like somehow he’s going to buckle at the knee and cave with all of his sins at your altar.

He’s never been one to pray, so why would he feel the need to confess?

He doesn’t need the questions. You don’t need the judgment from the rest of the team. The arrangement works for what it is:

Compromise.

Except he can’t fucking sleep when you’re here under the same roof. He incessantly fidgets in his captain’s quarters, pacing back and forth over and over in a broken-record loop.

Why is he so agitated all the time? Why is he so restless?

Every time he thinks about knocking on your door after hours, Levi drags on his chickenshit pants and turns the other way.

Every time he considers asking you to join him on a walk around the grounds for a patrol, he shoves his mouth with soup and leaves the mess hall hungry.

Every time he so much as thinks about you, he wants to bash his fucking head through the wall.

You’re right there.

You’re right goddamn there, and he can’t do a thing about it.

Tonight, however, is different — because his late-night pacing gets interrupted. Through an open window, he sees it play out in real time: a person with an emerald cloak and a lantern leading their way to the… stables?

No. Levi side-steps the billowing curtains at his bedroom window to watch the person below feel their way through the dark, clearly looking for something, until their fingers catch onto a thick patch of vines that lovingly caress the side of the supply building to…

Climb it?

Squinting, the captain shifts off the heel of his boot to lean beyond the window's edge.

The person outdoors struggles to climb one handed, yet they eventually manage to get to the top. They drop the lantern on the stone roof, resting on all fours to catch their breath.

When their hood flicks off of their head as their chin lifts to the sky, his eyes abruptly widen.

It’s you.

He’d know that hair anywhere.

Like a bat out of hell, Levi grabs his own cloak and rushes out of his bedroom before he can stop to think about what the fuck he’s doing.

If you’re in trouble, then he needs to know. If there’s something wrong, he has to ask—

(Why is he so fucking frazzled all the goddamn time anymore?)

By the time he reaches the supply building, he can see it: the faint glow of your lantern fading in and out from view, expanding and contracting. Levi swiftly uses both hands to climb the veins, popping his head over the roof’s edge.

You’re sitting cross-legged, staring up at the sky.

His chest constricts as the flame of the lantern wavers.

“Hey.”

It’s almost cute, how much you jump in the air with a chortle of frightened surprise. You fumble for the lantern like it’s about to topple over before snapping your attention back at him, wide-eyed and startled. Levi keeps his expression neutral no matter how bad he wants to laugh.

Then you melt, like he is no danger to you.

That recognition.

Shit, he’s missed you remembering who he is.

“Captain.”

He doesn’t enjoy, however, how formal you get around him.

“No one’s here, shithead,” he replies, climbing the last two rings of the vines before dropping his knee to the roof. “You don’t have to do the Captain crap.”

Call me by my name, is what he quietly begs.

You answer, like he really has stumbled into your church at the midnight hour.

“Levi.”

He sucks in a sharp breath through his nose.

“The hell’re you doing up here?” he asks, keeping his voice monotone as he stands tall on the rooftop.

Your eyes follow, still confused and nervous.

“I’m—” Are you sweating? “—I couldn’t sleep.”

Levi’s brow ticks. “Gunther snoring or something?”

You quickly shake your head, and immediately he can sense it: something is wrong.

Are you going to let him in? Is he going to get to hear about what the hell is going on in that cloudy head of yours?

(He could iron everything out so neatly, like a soft pressed shirt, if he lost his resolve.)

Cautious not to slip on the roof’s slant, Levi makes a slow descent to the reclined space you have yourself situated upon. You’re generous enough to move the lantern to the other side of you, allowing him space to sit beside you.

“Then what is it?” he asks carefully.

At first you don’t respond. The look in your eye is… new. Hazy. Like you’re caught between a dream and reality.

He squeezes his fists together at his sides so as not to reach out and shake your shoulder back to where he sits.

He shouldn’t.

He really shouldn’t.

“You can—”

Too late. Two words spill out, and you whip your attention so fast to him that his throat constricts like he’s got a severe case of allergies on the horizon.

Be brave, Ackerman, you dumbass.

“You can… talk to me, if you need an ear,” he grits out, wishing he had the tact like Erwin or the generosity like Hange right now. They’d softly lead you into the conversation, create a cushioned security blanket to fall back on.

All Levi’s ever had is his arms and the clothes on his back.

Your loop your wrist between a finger and a thumb, lost in the consideration of his offer, and when he open his mouth to dispel it — forget I asked, you don’t have to say shit to me — you let out a sharp breath and croak:

“I think I dreamed about what happened.”

His blood runs colder than the night sky.

“What do you mean?” Levi asks, unwilling to assume for himself.

You drop your arms to your butterfly-laid knees and sigh heavily, distantly. “I really have enjoyed sparring with you, you know.”

Oh.

So you’re going to switch the subject.

It’s that memory, and Levi fights — struggles — not to press harder.

“Have a thing for getting your ass kicked or something?” he brushes off, and you smile with your chin to your chest.

His jaw goes slack just watching it from his peripheral.

“We used to spar all the time in the Underground,” you reply. “I think… I think it just feels like home to me, y’know?”

You look too fast, catching the slack-jawed expression on his face, and scramble for a better explanation.

“Because we grew up there! That’s home.”

“The Underground City wasn’t home for us,” Levi tells you instead, shaking his head.

(That’s home — fuck, why do you have to say shit like that?)

“No?” you ask, and he shakes his head despite himself. “Sparring feels like it, though.”

Levi stretches his legs out on the roof, mindful not to touch the dirty surface with the palms of his hands. “Kicking the shit out of you every day just so you can remember yourself is one hell of a fucked-up plan, you know that, right?”

You snort, nodding. “Yeah, I’m aware it’s a little unorthodox.”

“A little?”

“A lot,” you correct, grinning. He has to press his tongue to the roof of his mouth not to smile back. “And it makes sense, since we used to work together before the Scouts.”

You say it with such conviction that he doesn’t even notice you’re setting up a trap.

“You remember that now, huh?” Levi asks.

You rest your chin on your shoulder, eyes gleaming in the moonlight.

“Nope, but you confirmed it for me.”

Levi scowls at the dirty trick, rolling his eyes. “Little shit…”

“Well? Too late now, it’s in the open,” you urge, eyes rounding. “Right?”

He could kill you himself.

Metaphorically. Metaphysically. Spiritually.

So long as you’re physically still here, flesh and blood and beating heart.

“...if I give you this, then you’re never gonna quit asking.” But he’s feeling generous, especially now that you actually look sorry. You open your mouth, and he decides to beat you to the punch. “We were in a gang. Nothing glamorous.”

“With Isa?”

Levi can feel his face smoothing in surprise faster than he can look away.

The disbelief crawls and etches onto his expression, his body shivering from something colder than the night.

Isa.

A wave of sadness crashes at his shore and dissipates just as fast.

“Do you remember her?” Levi asks, softer than intended. "Isabel?"

He hopes you remember her. He hopes you remember all of them.

Even if he’s the last one that makes it to the roster, Levi wants you to have the good times in your back pocket so you remember why you’re fighting for humanity.

“The tomato thing,” you clarify with a softness that rivals his own. “The memory I had. You said I started sounding like Isa, wanting to go up to the surface. That we’d be happy up here. And it… yeah, I mean I can’t see Isabel's face, but I know there was a girl. And a guy, right?”

Is this really happening to him right now?

“Yeah,” he coughs to mask the strain in his vocal chords. “There was a guy.”

“Furlong.”

Levi couldn’t stop it even if he tried: the corner of his lip ticks upward. “Furlan.”

“Furlan…” You trail off, nodding to yourself. “That’s what his name was. Fuck, I kept saying Furlong, Furlong… but Furlan. Yeah. Isabel and Furlan. We all worked together?”

Speechless, all he can do is nod.

You don’t seem to notice the gravity of him, lost in your own orbit as you begin to ramble.

“We didn’t spar with them. That’s why all of my memories come from only us fighting. Not because they didn’t exist, but because they couldn’t keep up with us.”

You snort, shaking your head. Levi’s tongue is full of lead.

“There wouldn’t be a fair fight in sight. I mean, I think Furlan tried his best, but Isabel didn’t even try. She was too young, or at least I get the feeling she was younger than the rest of us. Sparring was only between us. We made it our thing.”

“Our secret language.”

Levi doesn’t know what the fuck possesses him to say that, but it’s out and open in the night air before he can stop himself from falling clear off the fucking roof.

He’s numb, his fingers frostbitten despite there being no breeze.

He isn’t brave enough to see your reaction.

His chin lifts to the moon.

“I fell, didn’t I?”

Your voice rips him clear from his stubbornness, forcing him to blink back at you. Your eyes are glossy, and his chest feels tight after forcing himself not to feel a damn thing at all.

“What?”

“The day I lost my memory. The day you… when I had my accident, or whatever.”

From such fond memories to the worst moment of his life, Levi has nothing to keep him afloat in this whiplash.

He can’t look away. He can’t even blink.

He’s fifteen all over again looking back at you, speechless and blank.

“My dream was bleak, to say the least,” you continue. He’s grateful for your voice overriding his racing thoughts. “But I don’t really know if it was a dream or reality. It all felt like a dream… but I can’t trust my dreams anymore, because half of the time they’re just memories.”

When Levi says nothing, you continue with a softer voice.

“I was flying through the trees. There were… screams, just… everywhere.” His teeth clench together, but he refuses to look away. Levi deserves this — to watch you tell boomerang his very own nightmares back to him. “I was trying to save this one person from getting eaten by a titan. Ten meters? Maybe thirteen? I couldn't tell. We were getting slaughtered out there by two abnormals that just wouldn’t quit.”

Levi doesn’t have the heart to say it.

If he could ease your pain, then he could lie.

He could say it’s just a dream.

(He was always so bad at lying to you.)

“There was one Scout half-eaten, hanging off a tree like he was… like he was just a leaf in the wind. I remember his cloak billowing. And — and I tried to recon with my ODM gear to go back for them. I tried saving them. I know the orders were to keep moving, and I…”

You look so haunted. Grief stricken.

This was the exact thing he was dreading, bringing you out here.

It’s too close to where it all went to shit.

Levi has to squeeze his fist from reaching for your shoulder.

“Go ahead, James,” he quietly reassures. “I’m listening.”

“I disobeyed your direct order, didn’t I?”

The way your eyes snap to his has him feeling cornered — it’s a rhetorical question that you want answered, verbally, here and now.

He can’t.

Levi merely nods once, and the devastation etched across your brow makes his stomach ache.

“You knew we couldn’t go back for you if you tried to save them,” Levi tells you, flat yet unsteady. “You knew.”

“And I did it anyway.”

“Yeah.”

“By myself.”

“Yeah.”

“And you came back for me anyway.”

(How vivid was this dream of yours?)

Levi sucks on his tongue, debating. Your eyes narrow in suspicion.

“Because you did come back for me, Levi.”

“James, how much do you remember about this?” he finally blurts, cutting straight through the hedge maze you’re formulating through storytelling to get to the point.

He has to know.

He has to hear it.

His bark makes you blink, recoiling with uncertainty, and he hates that — hates knowing he can’t let this play out when the guilt festers like a parasite in his stomach.

“A titan grabbed me,” you cautiously recall, the blood draining from your face. “I tried saving someone and a titan grabbed me out of mid-air. I fought it. I cut myself free, but it jammed my ODM gear.”

Levi frowns, ignoring the trembling in his right fist. “And how do you know I came back for you?”

At first you don’t reply. Your eyes round, as if surprised by the challenge.

The raven-haired man’s eyes narrow into slits, and he waits with a meanness that comforts him like a protective shield.

“How do you know?”

“Levi—”

“Because your not telling me—”

“I fell!”

That is not what Levi was waiting to hear.

“My fucking... ODM gear got jammed because I stupidly got caught by a titan, and I fought with it, then panicked and sliced my own… my own line. I fell.”

Your eyes get glossy again, voice nothing short of a whimper, and you look back to the moon with a trembling lower lip.

Levi hates that he has to push you, that he has to do this, but he’s a glutton for punishment.

Maybe you’ll understand.

Maybe this is the time where the illusions dissolve and you see him for what he is.

“Broken ribs.”

You turn your attention back to him, a tear accidentally falling from your momentum.

“Bruised spine. Internal bleeding. Lacerations on the torso, neck, and right leg.”

Again and again, Levi tortures himself with his own account of what you’re retelling.

“The cherry on top being the major concussion. Those were the injuries you sustained for saving five out of eight Scouts that day.”

Your eyes watch in horror as he adds the little detail you would have never, and could have never, recalled—

Because you hadn’t been awake to hear for yourself.

“Miro Squad should have been a lost cause that day. You didn’t let that happen.”

His breath grows short. Yours doesn’t seem to exist at all.

His eyes drop to your chest, pleading for your lungs to work.

“Almost all of those injuries you sustained were before the—”

Shit.

Levi can’t do this.

He glances away, pressing his palms into the dirtied surface to focus on something other than the bile climbing up his esophagus.

“James, why did you say I came back for you?”

He has to hear it.

From your lips, because he won’t believe it elsewhere.

“...because I saw you diving after me.”

Your voice is soft, appreciative.

Like he’s a fucking savior.

Levi clenches his teeth, speaking through a modicum of restraint:

“James, I’m the reason you don’t remember anything.”

Finally.

Forehead to the fucking stairs of your altar, he confesses.

A sinner in front of a deity, laid bare.

Telling you feels as horrible as he always imagined. Levi doesn’t wait to catch how you look at him, because he doesn’t want to know. He doesn’t need to see that wide-eyed stare, that panic, the fear, over the edges of your face again.

He couldn’t stand it then, and he surely doesn't have the courage to stand it now.

“That’s…” His eyes close as he awaits the impending explosion, but you don’t sound angry. You sound… in denial. “That’s impossible, Levi, you dove after me—”

“It’s not impossible,” he reassures, wallowing in the hatred he feels in every vein of his body, "because it's true. It’s my fault that you’re like this. That you barely remember shit.”

“No, it—”

“James, I was there. I know what happened, I saw it happen, so fucking listen to me, alright?”

It’s harsh, cruel, and for some stupid reason he expects you to simply take his words at face value.

He starts to push himself up from the rooftop’s surface, but something heavy catches on his sleeve.

Despite his better judgment, Levi glances down.

You stare up at him, arm outstretched, tethering him to you. Your fingers crawl up his arm, encasing his forearm. He sees it: how you suck in your breath, sharp and surprised, as if the touch brings a fire to the pit of your stomach. And if he didn't know any better, then he'd think that's your thumb running along the bone.

Reassurance.

Want.

Starvation.

He could really drive it home, shove you away, then maybe you’ll reconsider the Scouts.

He can say that he wishes he hadn’t come back for you, but he doesn’t have the guts.

You’re offering forgiveness he doesn’t deserve.

“Don’t,” he warns.

Your fingers shift and he knows exactly what you’re doing. You’re trying to pull him back down.

Levi rips his arm away like your touch burns.

“Don’t what, Levi?” you ask, and it’s sickeningly sweet.

He wants to drop to his knees.

He wants to bow his head.

He wants to beg, over and over, until he’s cleansed in the midnight sun where you both belong.

For a second he falters, leaning like he’s going to hover over you.

Your eyes are so large, so hopeful, that he almost feels hopeful, too.

“Forgive me,” he croaks, finding his sanity in the nick of time. “Don’t ever forgive me.”

He hears your pleas to come back, his name so sweet on your tongue — Levi, wait! Levi, come back. Levi, please! — but Levi walks straight to the edge of the roof, climbs back down, and beelines straight to his quarters before he can break out into a cold sweat.

By the time he’s shut the door behind him, he’s ripping off his clothes.

His shirt, thrown messily to the ground.

His pants, unbuckled and dropped somewhere close behind.

He'll care in ten minutes. He doesn't care right now.

His skin is on fire. He falls to the bed, and the freezing sheets sting him.

This is hell.

Throwing his forearm over his eyes, the forearm you grabbed, Levi reaches shamefully for the bulge in his black briefs and squeezes, sputtering at euphoric relief.

His teeth grit when he drags his cock out, pumping furiously. Desperate. Needy.

He has to bite his tongue not to whimper when his brain poisons him with the way you say his name.

Levi. His fist squeezes the tip. Levi, please. He tenses, bowstring tight, and knows he’s already close.

Don’t what, Levi?

He gasps, the back of his head slamming into his pillow when the orgasm hits him like a ton of bricks.

He spills over his hand, legs trembling, before slumping with regret.

Forgive me.

Author's Note: ...told u this fic was gonna be 18+ for a reason, oop

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LEVI ACKERMAN X READER - THE REALM'S DIAMOND. [AOT AU]

WORD COUNT - 3,108.

RATING - 18+. [kissing and fingering].

[she also has other pairings thus the hashtags but its mainly levi x reader].

SUMMARY - the annual ball is being held, however this year, many ladies are searching for husbands whereas suitors from all over the world have traveled to find their wife, you as the main suitress have trouble finding the perfect man, along with finding it difficult to leave the past in the past.

if this reaches more than 75 notes maybe i'll do part two? feedback, liking and reblogging [and following] would be appreciated!

requests are still open!

If you said it out loud, you would have certainly been called a brat, but, belonging to the richest family in the du Aurous country had meant that at a very specific and early time, you’d have to be married off to start a family but before start a union with one of the dozens of suitors who travel to the annual ball held in the Capital City, van Diamanten.

Twenty-three and unmarried, beautiful and wealthy, your parents were in a rush to have you engaged to one of the men who had thought they were good enough to pursuit you; it’s not like your parents would give you off to anyone, they had adored you and would want you to marry the best option under the roof, yet, you had wished that your brother was here to accompany you, but he had been in a business trip in Boston, so he couldn’t be here to cheer you up and make you laugh.

You had belonged to the van Richesse family, your family had been the first founding family of the du Aurous country, [which had meant country of Gold], and every year the country held a ball to celebrate the day the country was founded, your father, the duke of du Aurous, believed that the ball was the perfect time for you to meet your future spouse.

Your father had given the idea for other families in du Aurous to have their daughters find a wealthy or high-status husband to marry; even though there were hundreds of daughters looking to be married off, you were the main focus of tonight, in relations to the fact that you were currently the richest heiress and stunning, many men had wanted to present themselves to you and pursue a relationship.

By the Queen of du Aurous you were given the title of the “Realm’s Diamond” when you reached fourteen, you were an Ace, you were gorgeous, you could play the piano, write, read, sing, ride horses, paint, moreover, use a bow and arrow, majority of these was due to the pressure of your mother, she had wanted the perfect daughter and thus she constructed one, and whenever you had felt burnt out she’d remind you that this was for the best and for your future. Your father had wanted your mother to calm down, but all she did was ignore his warnings and continue projecting her dreams into you.

Currently, you had been dancing with Erwin Smith, he had belonged to one of the founding families, and was dangerously handsome, a well-respected man, with strong physical features, was a serious but a kind man and knew how to dance.

“Your dress is beautiful,” he kindly complimented, it had been more than three minutes since you two had waltzed in the ballroom, you had felt other guests in the room share glances at each other after they watched you with the blond man, some of them speculated that you’d choose him.

“Thank you,” you gracefully accepted, you had been styled in a rococo dress, the colour blue and white, complimenting the darkness of your eyes, it happened to always strike people with how glossy your orbs were, your brother would always joke about how your eyes always had the “Devil’s glint” due to how innocent but cunning they appeared. “The gown being pretty is worth me being suffocated in it; I can hardly breathe.”

Erwin slightly chuckled at your slightly choleric behaviour. “Would you feel better if I made it looser?”

Hastily, you had sent him a look he had easily caught, awkwardly he had gracelessly coughed, embarrassed. “I did not mean it that way,” he briskly interjected and you hummed in response in attempt to hold back your laughter, your eyes had avoided his stare but had inevitably made way towards his light-coloured eyes which were full of shame, it had pushed you to laugh, he had looked like he had been caught in a horrendous act, so seeing him in such a state had made you titter.

“It’s okay,” you gingerly reassured, you had almost fallen into his chest but he was quick to help you stand straight, before you could thank him, you were interrupted by Sir Argent, a fat man, not really attractive, but he was rich.

“May I take your place, good Sir?” He asked Erwin, yet, the tone of his voice displayed that he wasn’t really asking, he was pressing to have you in his arms. You had wished that Erwin Smith wasn’t so kind and respectful, because under a minute your recent waltzing partner had been replaced by Sir Argent who had sneakily brushed his hand against your back while the other held your hand.

Ere Erwin had left the current circumstance, you had sent him a look of betrayal as Sir Argent began yapping his mouth to you, “I only came to the ball because I heard that you were looking for marriage,” he must’ve thought that it would’ve flattered you, but it had made you quiver in your stomach, you had tried not to be rude and avoid his gaze and commenced to hold eye-contact.

“Is that true?” You lightly crooned, you had forced yourself to smile at his comment, and if your parents were watching you from where they had been seated, they would be keen enough to know that you had currently been screaming on the inside.

Sir Argent’s family had belonged to an oil and silver trading dynasty, he had been part of one of the wealthiest families in du Aurous but they had been known for not having the best-looking men there.

Uninterested, you had allowed the man to continue speaking about his family’s wealth and how the union of the Argents and Richesse family would be benefiting for both sides. “Our future children would never have to worry about losing money, they’d belong to a family with endless abundance.”

Mayhap it had been the mention of children that had caused you to freeze, verily, it had been, you just did not expect the subject of children to be spoken about so quickly. “Has your cherry been popped?”

“No, it hasn’t,” you uncomfortably replied as you had felt his grip around you tighten, your touch around him loosened, you had wanted to return to your family and wail about how the ball has become a disaster for you.

You had appeared taken aback, disgusted that you two had barely been in each other’s arms for ten minutes and already he’s been asking you such, vulgar inquiries. “I’m looking for a man who isn’t only interested in my wealth and popping my cherry, Sir Argent,” you rudely commented, you had slowly begun to distance yourself from him, yet still, he had held you close, stubborn to have his last say.

“You’d be stupid if there’d be at least one suitor who would only be interested in your personality and not your wealth or your cunt.”

You had pressed your lips into a thin line, offended; thus, Sir Argent had finally let go of you and sauntered to where he had originally come from. You could cry and have him taken out of the building but you had promised your parents you would not cause a scene, though, you had fiddled with your gloved hands fore you had rebounded to your parents’ table, the couple had speedily recorded your troubled look and encouraged you to sit down.

“How well did your conversation with Sir Argent go?” Your father asked, and you could tell there was humour under his inflection which had commenced you to dramatically roll your eyes in disgust.

“He’s already been speaking about children,” you informed and your mother laughed in response.

“You need to continue your search of finding a suitor, my dear; princes, dukes, businessmen and soon to be Kings from all types of countries have visited to find a wife, and we know they have specifically come for you,” you mother apprized which had caused you to drag out a tired smile, you had been in this event for more than three hours, dancing to music, speaking to admirers and looking at paintings in the paint room whenever you had itched for a break.

You had sighed while you had fixed your dress, you couldn’t wait until one of the maids from your palace helped you out of it. “The only good paramour I’ve interacted with this night, is Erwin Smith,” you countered and listened to your mother hum, impressed. Aside from being one of the founding families, the Smith family were travellers, they also built ships and some of the other family members taught in schools all over the world.

“There’s someone approaching you,” your father forwardly informed, his short information had made you drop your shoulders, you were tired and you needed a break, a long one this time, but with your mother’s pushy attitude you knew that was never going to happen.

At least marrying someone would mean that you wouldn’t have a pushy matriarch to boss you around. Eventually, you had turned around, met with Levi, in relations to the Ackerman family, you had heard of him and seen portraits and you had admitted that he was attractive, but to see him standing in front of you with your own eyes had felt like a punch in the throat.

Seeing him had made your stomach ache, the provoking feeling had travelled between your legs and if you weren’t such in a public environment you would’ve attempted to make him fuck you against one of the tables. “Would you like to dance?”

His voice added to his seductiveness which had pushed you to willingly agree to his request, your hand had clasped onto his as you allowed yourself to be pulled by his soft force to the dance floor. “I see that you were uncomfortable with Sir Argent,” he spoke, you had paused, you had wanted to take him in, he smelt like fresh mint and pinewood, he was well shaven and had an undercut, his eyes so grey that it appeared blue and he was not only erotically handsome, he was pretty.

“You saw that I was uncomfortable and didn’t decide to save the day and rescue me?” You challenged, you could feel your eyes glisten at your question, you had arched your right eyebrow in a daring motive and lightly smirked, he had shared a small smirk and had seemed to examine you like you had done to him.

“Already expecting me to be your knight in shining armour?”

You gently scoffed at his inquiry, “if you see me as one of your marriage options, I should assume so.”

“I’m not really looking to marry,” he sternly replied, slightly taken aback you had raised the both of your eyebrows; he looked of age, perhaps past the decent age to marry and you had speculated to why did he request a dance if he wasn’t attempting to make himself one of your suitors. “Yet, I know that almost every single man in this very ballroom is looking to have you as their wife.”

Flattered by his comment, you had gently smiled as you had continued to dance with him, you had slowly brought yourself closer to his body. “How comes you asked me to dance?”

“I wanted a better look at you.”

Once again, you could not help yourself but scoff, “you might’ve as well gone to the painting room and ogle at the many portraits dozens of artists have made of me.”

“Why can’t I just hold you?”

It had seemed like he had been testing your ego, you, someone who was used to having men and even women fall at your feet, had been in the arms of someone who didn’t perceive you as a wife option. “It’s because you’re wasting my time, along with other worthy men who are actually attempting to make me their spouse,” the way you had responded was harsh and bitter, you hadn’t known what had taken over you, mayhap it was because you were spoiled and had thought that anyone should bow to your needs, but you knew when to act mature and understand life can’t give you everything, “I can’t flirt all night with a man who sees no future with me, excuse me I need to use the toilets,” you then faux kindly smiled at the man who stared at you, baffled at your quick rude response to his simple answer, yet, had still allowed you to remove yourself from the circumstance and exit the ballroom.

Truthfully, you hadn’t verily left because he did not want to marry you, you honestly needed to use the restroom, you had drunk enough for you to need to use the toilets and it was quite a walk from the main event location.

“[Y/N!]”

The voice familiar, yet, you had been intelligent to know that it was not the voice of Levi Ackerman calling out to you, but of someone from your past, you had twisted your body to view who had called your name and had been met with Eren of the Yeager family, he had belonged to a family of doctors and scientists, besides from that, Eren had been the one to take your virginity.

He was one of your past lovers and a known rebel, your father had forbidden you to continue seeing him, even though he hadn’t known your virginity has been taken away by Eren. Your father had believed that he had stepped in quick enough for that to not happen. He had rebuked you from seeing Eren due to the fact that the boy could bring trouble everywhere he could go, and if you were in a romantic relationship with him, that meant that he could bring trouble to you, and to your family’s doorstep and bring shame to the Richesse name.

“I’ve seen you dance with many men,” Eren carefully spoke, but you could hear he was humoured with a twinge of envy, you had but smirked at his comment and looked him up and down.

“Jealous?” You asked.

“No, because none of them will have the chance to take away your innocence the way I have done, [Y/N],” he knowingly replied and you had felt a dagger pierce into your heart, you had felt annoyed peak out from your chest as he had responded to you with arrogance.

He spoke with much confidence in relations to the fact that you couldn’t take back your virginity from him, the deed was done, completed years ago, moreover, you had slept with much men after your bond with him. With your jaw clenched you had tried your best to not speak any rubbish to him, because it would mean you had let him get to you.

“You’re not allowed to speak to me.”

Unmoved by your comment, Eren had moved closer to you and in response you had moved back and suddenly felt the cold walls of the palace hallways touch the backside of your clothed body. “You like to break the rules.”

You’d be stupid to do what you had in your mind right now, but, whenever you had been around Eren he had always easily influenced you to live your life running on broken glass, and even though there would usually be consequences whenever you had taken apart of a place of activity with him, you would remind yourself at least you had fun.

God, you had missed those green eyes of his, the way they would stare you down whenever he had wanted to kiss you or whenever you laid with him, but that was all the past, this was the future, and within this current future, you had been scouting for a husband----but if it weren’t for those snuggly lips of his, you wouldn’t have been shoving each other’s tongues down each other’s throats, you had groaned, ashamed of yourself but the way your hand had pressed the back of his neck contradicted your thoughts.

You had tried so hard to be a good girl, the perfect daughter for your parents but Eren always had his ways, just like how he had made his hand slide up your dress and find way in your underwear, you had already been wet, not necessarily because Eren had seduced you, it was chiefly because of your interaction with Levi Ackerman; you didn’t understand the reason why, but you getting irritated by his comment had made you feel…lustful.

Randy, you had bit the lower lip of Eren’s mouth, the image of Levi embedded in your mind, Eren had pressed his fingers against your pearl and rotated his digits in circles causing you to cry out, libidinous you had rubbed your cunt against his fingers, edged him to move rougher and faster. Your eyebrows furrowed, allured and gratified with how Eren had worked with your pussy.

“Eren!” You had lustfully cried out, your figure had twitched against his slender built physique, you had moved your face to the crook of his neck and muffled your whimpers against his shoulder, you could feel the heat strike all over your body the moment Eren had slumped his fingers inside your pussy and began to drive it in a repetitive motion.

“Move your hips just like that,” Eren fervidly whispered, lustful to continue hearing your lewd cries, your moans itself had turned him on and he could feel his cock attempt to haul out of his trousers, obedient, you had trucked your hips how he had wanted it to move, your body stiff the moment your orgasm had excitedly fussed out of your cunt, your eyes blurred with love tears during the moment Eren pulled out his fingers and rebounded to play with your clit.

Your moans were choked as he continued to play with you but once he was done toying with your body, he pulled himself away and watched you quickly pull up the low attire you had pulled down when eager to be touched by him.

With your mouth pressed into a thin line, you had gathered all your faults, how stupid you were to fall back into his arms, you hadn’t been looking at him but you could tell he was smiling, briskly, you had turned to face him and hastily smacked his cheek, your eyes wide with rage, angry at him and yourself.

“Never do that again!”

You hadn’t used much of your energy to look at him once more but you had accumulated yourself and quickly advanced yourself to the toilets.

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satoru-is-the-way · 8 months

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Character I Wrote For

Information Page

Jujutsu Kaisen

Satoru Gojo

Suguru Geto

Kento Nanami

Yu Haibara

Itadori Yuji (Sukuna)

Megumi Fushiguro

Toji Fushiguro

Toge Inumaki

Yuta Okkotsu

Bungo The Stray Dog

Dazai Osamu

Atsushi Nakajima

Kunikida Doppo

Akutagawa Rashomon

Chuuya Nakahara

Kenji Miyazawa

Spy x Family

Loid Forger

Yor Briar

Yuri Briar

One Piece/Live Action

Luffy

Roronoa Zoro

Sanji

Trafalgar D Law

Eustass Kid

Ace

Sabo

Usopp

Shanks

Mihawk

Buggy

Attack On Titan

Levi Ackerman

Eren

Reiner

Connie

Jean

Armin

Erwin

The Apothecary Diaries

Jinshi

And more on the way.

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captain-hawks · 1 year

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attack on titan masterlist

* — contains smut

— levi ackerman

liability - The tables are turned when you save Levi during a mission, nearly getting yourself killed in the process. He’s furious, but you don’t quite understand why.

waking reverie* - Sick and tired of overhearing the sounds of you fooling around with a fellow squad leader, Levi decides to confront you afterward at a particularly inopportune moment.

reciprocal sin* - It’s inappropriate, this unspoken arrangement between yourself and Captain Levi. And yet as the polarity between right and wrong begins to disintegrate under his steady, burning, gaze, you can’t quite bring yourself to care.

precision* - In which a dark, quiet corner of the bar and a glass of bourbon finally earns you Levi Ackerman’s undivided attention.

misc.

teacher!reader*

#rambling: l. ackerman

— jean kirstein

trace the outlines of your dreams* - Jean saves you in the midst of a bloody battle, and in the aftermath, you both figure out some important things—the impending end of the world be damned.

best friends & bad ideas* - Big aspirations and even bigger dildos—in which a poorly thought out plan makes it incredibly hard to act like your feelings for Jean Kirstein are platonic. Not when they’re anything but. And especially not when you’re half naked in his lap.

ghosts of you and me* - You weren't exactly planning on fucking your musician ex-boyfriend in the backseat of his jeep in the parking lot of a concert venue months after your painful breakup. And yet—

broken ac*

pre-concert sex*

daddy kink*

overstimulation*

band!au jean (unconnected drabbles and fics)

jean x reader x reiner brat taming*

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tireddovahkiin · 3 months

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Ultimate F/O list!!!

(if you see any f/o on my list that you feel uncomfortable sharing, feel free to block me! I totally understand the meaning behind it, so ur all okay <3 )

(the opposite also stands. If you see a f/o that I marked as 'uncomfortable with sharing'/if your f/o falls in my f/oe criteria, PLEASE don't interact. Thank you <3)

(Also, have in mind that my romantic F/Os are shipped with SELF INSERTS ONLY! Any other ones are OC x CANON! Every canon character has its own designated parter!!! But, Familial F/Os are a mix of S/I and OC pairing!)

(However, this selection is strictly through MY own side of the view, not through the OCs I ROMANTICALLY ship them with!!! (not all of them, tho) Ex. Irl see Calcharo as a qpr f/o, but I have an OC that I ship him with romantically!!!)

(the list is not in order!)

🖤- no sharing

💜- selective sharing

💚- okay with sharing

Main F/Os:

Romantic ↴

Hanami (Jujutsu Kaisen) - [tag: 🌹serenity upon a flower field...🌸] - 🖤

Sephiroth (Final Fantasy) - [tag: 🖤under my black wing...🪽] - 🖤

Queerplatonic/Crush ↴

Sukuna Ryomen (Jujutsu Kaisen) - 🖤

Miles Edgeworth (Ace Attorney) -💜

Calcharo (Wuthering Waves) -🖤

Enrico Pucci (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure) -🖤

Solazar (Friday Night Funkin') -🖤

Mahoraga (Jujutsu Kaisen) -🖤

Megatron (Transformers) -🖤

Gakupo Kamui (Vocaloid) -🖤

Terminator T-800 (Terminator) -💜

Dr. Veritas Ratio (Honkai Star Rail) -🖤

Shockwave (Transformers) -🖤

Shadow the Hedgehog (Sonic The Hedgehog Media) -💜

Morgo (Little Misfortune) -🖤

Nero The Sable (Final Fantasy 7) - 💜

Weiss The Immaculate (Final Fantasy 7) - 💜

Svarog (Honkai Star Rail) -🖤

Luocha (Honkai Star Rail) -💜

Wanderer (Genshin Impact) -💜

Thranduil (Lord of The Rings) -💜

Smaug (Lord of The Rings) -💜

Mystic Flour Cookie (Cookie Run Kingdom) - 🖤

Tobirama Senju (Naruto) -🖤

Kakuzu (Naruto) -💜

Kisame Hoshigaki (Naruto) -🖤

Capitano (Genshin Impact) -🖤

Zhongli (Genshin Impact) -🖤

Legolas (Lord of The Rings) -🖤

Barok Van Zieks (Ace Attorney) -🖤

The Vigilante (Pizza Tower) -💜

Arataki Itto (Genshin Impact) -🖤

Logan Howlett (MARVEL X-men movies) -💚

Gyomei Himejima (Demon Slayer) -🖤

Muzan Kibutsuji (Demon Slayer) -💜

Platonic F/Os ↴

Junior (MY Oc) -🖤

Dagon (Jujutsu Kaisen) -💚

Mahito (Jujutsu Kaisen) -💚

Jogo (Jujutsu Kaisen) -💚

Lee (Oc by @/mahitosoulmate)

Kuro (Oc by @/rabbitcyclops)

Kaze (Oc by @/flowey-apologist)

Yuuji (Jujutsu Kaisen) -💜

Alduin (Skyrim) -🖤

Odahviing (Skyrim) -🖤

Godzilla (Kaiju Monsterverse) -🖤

OMORI (Omori) -🖤

Soundwave (Transformers) -🖤

Costar (Oc by @/darknadaworld)

Mai (Oc by @/radaverse)

Deadpool (MARVEL) -💚

Zack Fair (Final Fantasy 7) - 💚

Cait Sith (Final Fantasy 7) - 🖤

Cloud Strife (Final Fantasy 7) - 💜

Tankman (Friday Night Funkin') -💜

Daidem (Friday Night Funkin') -🖤

Tony Stark (MARVEL: Avengers) -💜

Guardians of the Galaxy (MARVEL: Avengers) -💜

Familial F/Os ↴

Enmei (MY fanchild) -🖤

Marry (MY Oc) -🖤

Vincent Valentine (Final Fantasy 7) - 🖤

Aerith (Final Fantasy 7) - 🖤

Boy n Girl (Friday Night Funkin') - 🖤

The Marionette/Puppet (Five Nights at Freddy's) - 🖤

Milky Way Cookie (Cookie Run) -💚

Lady Dimitrescu (Resident Evil) - 🖤

Minato Namikaze (Naruto) - 🖤

Nahida (Genshin Impact) - 🖤

Sonic (Sonic The Hedgehog Media) - 💜

Adri (OC by @/one-winged-dreams)

Less important F/Os:

Queerplatonic/Crush ↴

Argenti & Boothill (Honkai Star rail) → poly ship - 🖤

Justine Courtney (Ace Attorney) - 💜

Ruvyzvat (Friday Night Funkin') - 🖤

Dark Cacao Cookie (Cookie Run Kingdom) - 🖤

Erwin Smidt & Levi Ackerman (Attack on Titan) → poly ship - 💜

DIO (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure) - 💜

Godot (Ace Attorney) -🖤

Shi-Long Lang (Ace Attorney) -💜

Diluc (Genshin Impact) - 🖤

Polytheus (Mia and me) - 💚

Bayonetta (Bayonetta) -💜

Platonic F/Os ↴

Rouge the Bat (Sonic The Hedgehog frandchise) - 💜

Yuffie Kisaragi (Final Fantasy 7) - 💚

Tifa Lockhart (Final Fantasy 7) - 💜

Cid Highwind (Final Fantasy 7) -

Angeal Hewley (Final Fantasy 7) - 💚

Genesis Rhapsodos (Final Fantasy 7) - 💚

Hanji Zoe (Attack on Titan) - 💜

Bandu (Friday Night Funkin') - 💜

Dave (Friday Night Funkin') - 💚

Bambi (Friday Night Funkin') - 💚

Venom (MARVEL X-men) - 💚

Knockout (Transformers) - 🖤

Familial F/Os ↴

Kel (OMORI) - 🖤

Lucrecia Crescent (Final Fantasy 7) - 💚

Gingerbrave (Cookie Run) - 💜

Dr. Wing Ding Gaster (Undertale) - 💜

The Narrator (The Stanley Parable) -🖤

F/Oes (dni if you selfship with these, thanks.)

Gojo Satoru (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Professor Hojo (Final Fantasy VII)

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rivamika-trash · 1 year

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Attack on Titan x MAYLA ICONIQUE Ackerman Earrings

進撃の巨人　アッカーマンのイヤオブジェ

Product No.: AC-AOT-AF-E

Price: ¥25,960 (Tax Included)

Colors: Rhodium and Black Nickel

Material: Brass, Iron, Titanium, Glass, Shell Pearl

Benefits: Comes with 1 Wall Card (Levi with the Titans) and 1 Random Sticker (Eren, Mikasa, Armin, Marco, Jean, Sasha, Connie, Carla)

Shipping fee: 600 yen

This product is made to order.

Order Period: Sept. 19, 2023 18:00 to Nov. 3, 2023 12:00

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shinyasahalo · 5 months

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