#dilf levi

[liz-ashi]

I NEED HELP FINDING A LEVI X READER FIC WHERE IT WAS A MODERN AU AND FOR SOME REASON LEVI AND THE READER WERE FIGHTING AND THEY WERE AT A PARTY AND THE READER WAS DANCING WITH ERWIN ALSO ERWIN WAS IN LOVE WITH US BUT WE MARRIED LEVI? ANYWAYS IT ENDS IN SMUT IF I REMEMBER CORRECTLY

[incorrectsnkships]

Hange Erwin

(for context i dug out my old nintendo ds and restarted tomodachi life with all the aot characters + myself and me and levi ended up getting married. erwin was going to confess to levi but i crashed it and confessed my own love and he chose me so sucks to suck erwin)

[akiranzee]

★ • ° ` — “Old men who loves eating your pussy, fucking you dumbfounded, and forcing you to drink birth control pills. But at the end of the year, you’d be pregnant considering the amount of cum he’ll stuck up on you, and the times where you’ll miss drinking the pills. He hated kids, but maybe this time, he’ll keep this one.”

toji fushiguro, levi ackerman, dottore, shota aizawa, blade, jing yuan, welt, baizhu, gojo satoru.

[honeeslust]

Them | part 4

🖤 WC: + 1785 or whatever 🙄

🖤 So this is one for the anime guys with the dreamiest dead eyes and forever sullen mood. They're not wasting time with bullshit and some people can't handle that, but it's what draws you to him. He's not shy and he can even be so rude, but somehow incredibly gentle with you. If you feen like I do, it's because you know you're getting the best of both worlds…They treat you like a princess but they wanna possess you. The combination of the two?? I think it'll go a lol something like this…

🖤 Levi, Megumi, Toji, Choso, Suguru, Obanai, Giyu, Anzai, Mikey, Baji, Dabi, and whoever else you see fits 😊 all characters implied are consenting adults!!

It was the hottest day of the summer so far and it carried right into the night. You had stopped for ice cream hoping to get some sort of relief from the unbearable heat wave. You stood just off to the side, eyes to the stars in the sky as you wiped the sweat from your brow. You turned to him just in time to see him thank the vendor, handing over cash and wishing him well. He returns to you with the sweet treat in hand and an even sweeter soft smile on his eyes that was reserved for you alone.

He held your hand as you walked the short path to the spot he picked out for you both. Setting the basket down, he grabs a blanket and unfolds it before you and drops to his knees. You slipped your hand into his awaiting one. Your gentle Thanks earning his heart stopping sideways smile. You tucked your short dress between your legs to sit next to him, drawing in a shaky breath as you felt his hand on you. He just barely grazes the exposed skin of your lower back but your body’s reaction is intense. As you opened yourself up to him, his gaze steadied on your lips and the way you smiled at him.

Mmmm, vanilla you whispered under your breath looking at the perfectly spiraled ribbons adorning the sweet treat before darting your eyes at him. You were wondering if he would be as sweet with you when he fucked you, or would he be rough? The dark look about his eye hinted towards the latter, or maybe even somewhere in between. Either way, something seemed to shift in him. After all, you were basically eye fucking him, licking the sweet cream up with your tongue, maybe doing so just a little slower than you needed to. You could see how your teasing was affecting him.

Licking his lips, his hands roughly reaching for you, he pulls you closer. You were absolutely the center of his attention as he was already contemplating the ways he could make you cry out for him. He wanted to know what makes you moan and what makes you weak. What kinds of kisses make you shy away, what touches make you writhe?

Not much for words when it comes to how he feels about you, but his actions always let you know just how much he cares. Even the way he looked at you right now with daring look in his eyes, shining almost too bright for his ebony locks that fell over his brow in that boyish way. The contrast was so mesmerizing that you found yourself wanting to know what lie beyond the little hint of the devil that lingered in them. You decided you were done making him wait, you wanted to open up and give him control. You wanted to be his. Want some? You asked a devious smile upon your lips.

I’d love some. Before you can extend the cone to him, his mouth is on your lips. He moans through parted lips, making you thread your fingers in his hair, his own keeping you tight in his grasp. your tongue laps over his so sweetly that you're moaning already. As you shared the sweet taste with him, you forget all about the creamy treat that was now dripping onto your thighs. He breaks the kiss to your disappointed sigh. Please.. You tremble wiiling him to keep kissing you. He only glares at you, the corner of his mouth turning up, Steady now… I need to get this. Taking the treat from you, he went after the stream of sticky liquid, lapping it up with an inquisitive tongue shocking you with how good he looked watching you twist for him. Please don't stop. He never planned to, not with the way you were coming undone for him.

You slip the straps of your dress off of your shoulders, and he like what he sees. He doesn't care you're out in the open, all he knows is that he has to have you. He holds the cone over your body and the melting drops splatter across your chest. He hovers the it over your nipple and the icy sensation has you moaning his name while you squirm beneath him, your fingers are clenching into tight fists, shivers radiating through you entire body.

He was fixated on you, how you were so easily susceptible to every little touch. His mouth fell upon you, making your body arch, from the way he trailed his tongue all over, sucking the sticky mess from your salty flesh. He wedged himself between your legs, cascading more wet kisses across your collar, your shoulder, and back to your lips where he found himself needing to reciprocate how good you made him feel.

He makes out with you, treating your lips as if they were made of sugar, toying with the fullness with a skillful tongue. He breaks away, caressing your cheek with hot fingertips, Open for me… your lips part, little butterflies dancing in your stomach. Show me your tongue. You stuck it out for him. and it was met with more of the creamy confection dripping onto your palate until it spilled down the sides of your mouth and fell onto your chest. There's a good girl. Again, acutely aware of the surrounding sounds and movements, he knew he had the time and opportunity to indulge in you. You leaned back on your arms, the loose straps falling down shoulders. Please, you begged, inviting him back for another taste.

adoring the mess he made of you, he hooks his arm around you, pulling at the back of your neck to lay you down beneath him. He uses his tongues to clean you up ,sucking and kissing until his mouth sought out the sensitive bead, licking it up and down until he kissed away all of the sticky mess.

He hovers, his hips sinking between your legs but not quite giving you all of his weight. You hated not being able to feel more of him, but he knew what he was doing. He wanted you losing yourself this way. He wanted you ready to forget everything else and you were, sighing to him, legs hooking around his waist, you pleaded …need to feel you.

He takes hold of your hips that you’re ur constantly shoving toward him. Shhhhh greedy girl, he whispers looping his fingers into your panties. You tilt your hips, letting him slide the lacey fabric down your thighs. Grateful for the isolated spot he chose, he forcefully spread your legs open to him. gorgeous, he regards the enticing display, beginning to suck all over your thighs until they are left covered with his marks.

Now, nothing else matters. Especially not the idea of being caught in such a lewd display. If anything it made your over-sensitized core jump at every single swipe of his tongue.

He was enraptured, sucking on your salty slick flesh, his fingers now sliding through your swollen pink lips, your hips fitting perfectly into his grip. Was it possible to detonate upon impact? You had your answer the moment his mouth tested wetness between your legs. He looked on with a satisfied glint in his eye.

He never once lets go, never once does his tongue stop assaulting your clit, never once does he let you flinch away from the way his mouth made love to your pussy. He only pulls you closer, burying his face deeper until he can't breathe. He adores you like this, how you give you’re self over to the pleasures he could make you feel.

He wanted to revel in the exact moment you became his. Exploiting every weakness he knew of you to bring you close to the edge before finally knowing what you felt like.

By the time he's taking your ankle into his grasp, you're the one melting, trying to remind yourself to breathe. To experience each little moment and savor it. He kisses and nips along the inside of your calf. Reflexively, you kicked him on the shoulder, that tickles you half laugh a moan. He smirks, laying on his side behind you, kissing the back of your shoulder as he undoes his pants. You are reduced to a pile of writhing flesh and bone as he prods you with his engorged cock. He guides your leg upward, giving you a perfect view of the blushing tip as he taps it onto your opening. He strokes it along your puffy wet lips, again and again, his words melting in your ear…my pretty girl so ready for me to feel her. The most beautiful thing I’ve ever fucking seen… his teeth are grazing your ear making you mumble his name... Lemmie be inside you... Tap.. let me feel you, he bit down, pumping his hips into you, purposely edging your shivering cunt. Let me hear you say it. Say you want me inside you pretty girl, say it for me. Please please please ___fuck me, you know I want you, his sick throbbing in his hands, he knows he can’t wait anymore. He groans appreciatively in your ear when he finally inches inside you.

Ohh, thank you — you cry, your nails dragging up his arms. The cuts you’re making only making him grip you tighter. Rough little one are you? But look at you taking it though. He laughs resisting the urge to fuck you deeper. slow hands rub along your side as he fills you little by little. Gooooood fuckin girl. His voice rattles along your flesh making it hard to keep your eyes open. When your head falls, he slows his pace, keeping one arm under your leg, the other pulls your body closer so he could see the faces you made as he sank deeper into you. You gotta look at me baby, I wanna see it in your face. I wanna see how you let go pretty one, come here. Only half of it is in, but fuck does it still feel good. he pulses his hips, nudging at that gooey center that makes your entire body vibrate. That heavy feeling building so fast you know you'll break. He’s got you right where he wants you. weak, tears already forming in your eyes so full, baby I’m gunna come.

Yes, you feel so good.. wanna go deeper baby…lemmie fill you. He does exactly that, gripping you tighter by the hips to push in and out, that cock stretching you so good you couldn’t hold back if your tried. All the wetness he churns out of your clenching hole makes such slutty sounds. Mmmm, my god I.. I can’t, you’re crying and lips trembling, but you can baby, your entire body is shaking, his thrusts becoming heavier everytime he rutts back into you. You’re sprawled out against him, letting him batter your sticky cunt that was already soaking his pulsing cock. But still, he’s stroking your sweet spot, whispering to you keeeep coming, I need to fill you all the way baby. Your wide eyes peering at him now, he's finally burying every inch into you, so deep that you squeal his name, his breath catches in his chest when you look at him on the brink of losing it all, mhmm he praises ready to help you over the edge again, there’s a good girl, huhhh, sssss yess. Look how you take this dick. Fuck yes, come with me, pretty girl? he fucks you erratically until his release runs deep in your soggy embrace and you cling to him so tight that he can't pull back. He stays deep, your tremors milking his fat cock for every ounce it is worth. He glances over his shoulder, hearing footsteps approaching from a ways away. He kisses your shoulder again, already fixing your dress let me get this, someone’s coming.

Thanks to my love bugs who low-key encouraged me to just post my shit regardless. I think all that matters is that I get this shit outta my head. It feels good to get lost in imagination from time to time. ☺️ no tags cause this is shit 😩

[tellmeumissme]

hahaha look what i made

[xhoneywheatx]

Nap Time

Warnings: None Category: Tooth rotting fluff 💜 Summary: A little more DILF Levi content. Slightly proofread.

The gentle breeze let in from opened windows made Levi tighten his grip around your sleeping form to try and give you as much of his body heat to you as possible. You subconsciously snuggled deeper into his chest upon feeling him pull you closer eliciting a rare smile from him. In his other arm was his adorable toddler clutching to her teddy bear, "Mr. Stuffykins," as if her little life depended on it as she slept. And, on his lap rested the black and white tabby you adopted shortly after your daughter's birth. The kitty purred lightly as she slept sending barely there vibrations through Levi's lower abdomen, he found rather comforting. You four were currently resting in your living room with the TV switched off from being idle for too long. 

How did he get here you wonder?

A few hours earlier, you decided to have a bit of family time and dragged Levi out of his office to watch a Disney movie with your daughter. There was so much work piled up on his desk he almost rain-checked until he saw the cute little pout his daughter gave him. He could never say no to her cutie patootie face. That, and he's never hear the end of it from you knowing your child would be upset for a few days after until she forgot all about it. 

About an hour into the movie about a princess with absurdly long blonde hair, Mittens decided to join in the family huddle and share the warmth. Levi noticed your daughter starting to nod off and was about to turn off the TV for nap time before she interjected. "I no sleep daddy. Ma- my eyes open. See!" She spoke with wide hazel eyes and a determined look on her face. You and Levi shared a laugh before telling her you both believed her. Not even five minutes later, she was out like a light holding Mr. Stuffykins cuddled into Levi's left side. 

He let her sleep for about 15 minutes before he decided that he was going to pick her up and take her to her room for a nap. "Sweetheart," he called out before looking down at you on his right side. His eyes softened upon seeing you sleeping soundly snuggled into his chest, and that's also when he noticed the gentle purr of Mittens on his lap. 

So, that's how he ended up in this situation.

His little family. 

The swell of his heart was too much to bare when he realized that he was the safe space. For you, Kuchel, and Mittens. All three of his girls decided to come to him for comfort. This happens all the time, but never all at once. He might get you and Kuchel to cuddle with him 15 minutes max before she's chasing Mittens around the house with Mr. Stuffykins in tow. He knew that he had a bunch of daddy's girls in the house, but not once has he ever complained! 

After the war ended some time ago, Levi was left with a significant injury to his leg. He tried his best to rehabilitate himself with you, a nurse, to get himself back to normal. The closest he got to normal was using his wheelchair on bad days and a cane on his better days. He's still making progress, but more now since your energetic caramel gum drop was now three and very much full of energy. She hadn't quite grasped that Levi was permanently injured, but she was very perceptive, noticing the little winces he made when he overused his knee. 

"Da sit wif me!" Was her way of telling him that she knows he's hurting without saying it out loud. Levi was very grateful for his little girl. Having her cuddled up against him for so long made him realize how big she's actually grown. It gives him a bittersweet feeling in his chest. 

Maybe he should give you another one?

Making another little light-skinned baby was a conversation he'd bring up to you later. Right now, he decided to join the family nap time. Levi carefully moved his arm from around baby K and gently dug his fingers in Mittens' fur to get her to move for a bit. The cat opened her big green eyes and immediately jumped down into a big stretch. 

While she did that, Levi moved Kuchel onto his chest and pulled you both with him to where he went from sitting straight up to laying down on the couch. There was plenty of space for the both of you to be comfortable with your baby girl on his chest. You stirred a bit from being suddenly moved, but you didn't break consciousness. You slightly readjusted yourself and threw your leg over his hips while simultaneously draping your arm over your baby girl. 

MIttens jumped back on top of your family huddle after Levi carefully draped the throw blanket over everyone. He brushed your kinky curls from your forehead and planted a kiss there before whispering, "I love you sweetheart." He'd do the same to baby K and then gently petted Mittens earning a quiet meow! from her. 

As he closed his eyes and drifted off, Levi knew that he was in the right place. Right here in this beautiful suburban house in Marley with his three girls enjoying a midafternoon nap. 

Yep. 

This was it. 

True love and peace. 

Happiness. 

[fizzytoo]

grad party, babey !

[solomiracle]

reading the chapter where levi loses henry 1.0 and wow he is such a dad

[incorrectsnkships]

UGH I CANT STOP THINKING OF DAD LEVI ONG I REALLY WANNA WRITE ABOUT IT BUT I CANT BUT OH MY GOD

[levmada]

happy (late) father’s day to jin sakai and jin sakai only

[animediddy]

I have to be up in 6 hours and yet, I’m still here. Thinking about ✨HIM✨

[mxonigirimiya]

Archived Feelings

Character: Levi Ackerman

Gn!reader

Genre: Fluff

wc: 3k

tags: suggestive in spots.

Y’ALL I ACTUALLY GOT BETA READERS. @jotatetsuken & @anxi-aashi beloveds

for @cirigiri's dilf collab. You can find the other pieces here

You were always a bright student. The top of your class, the favorite student for almost every  teacher, the brightest star amongst your classmates. So why the fuck are you staring at a B- on your midterm paper? The letter was bright red and almost mocking you with the circle around it only amplifying it. Red pen littered the paper, with the smallest mistake being called out. The sound of the professor's voice pulled you from your shock. 

"If you think I graded you unfairly, see me during my office hours. Even if I end up finding more mistakes, I'll only change your grade if you get a higher one." Your eyes were full of venom as you scowled at him. Professor Levi Ackerman was the current bane of your existence. He must make up for his lack of height in his abundance of audacity, you thought. To think you looked up to him, enough to come to this college to be under his tutelage. All of those expectations you had of him being a passionate and wonderful teacher and mentor were shattered the moment you got that B- back. It felt more like he was a bully, or even a tyrant, seeming to mess with his student’s grade to exert his power over them. You let out a silent scoff and gathered your papers as he immediately dismissed class. Going back to your dorm, your roommates could feel the frustration rolling off of you, a thick aura weighing down on anyone around you. This was your freshman year of college, and the college history course you took in high school was a breeze, so why were you struggling now? You vented out to Annie, one of your roommates, and she sighed. 

"He's the head of the history department. It practically gives him immunity because he wrecks GPAs. I have no idea as to  how many students’ 4.0 or near 4.0 GPAs he tanked. The only people that literally have it easy are the people in the intro classes, or people who aren't in the major but are taking the class as an elective." Another roommate, Sasha piped up.

"Yeah and he doesn't accept late submissions at all. I submitted an assignment a half an hour late, and he wouldn't accept it. Like, unless you give a valid excuse with documentation, or accommodations, he won't accept it. I heard some girl broke her wrist and he didn't accept her late assignment without a letter from the hospital."

"She gave him the letter though," Annie replied, knowing that story all too well. The girl was an ex of hers. 

"Yeah, but the grades were already submitted, so she missed the deadline. And for her final too."

"Sasha, you realize that she waited till the last second to turn in the paperwork, right? Do you remember when Ymir broke her arm and Professor Ackerman literally recorded his lectures for her and gave her handwritten notes? He's not mean, he just punishes procrastinators."

"Well, he's punishing me!” You shrug your shoulders in exasperation, as you continue, “I turned in my paper early and quadruple-checked it. But still, a B-!" Annie and Sasha stared at you in shock. 

"A B-? Damn he must hate you." You glared daggers at Sasha while Annie punched her arm. 

"Sasha, shut the fuck up." Sasha whined and you stormed into your room, biding your time until his office hours opened. The moment that time came around, you walked with a purpose, your anger almost coming to a head. A path was practically cleared for you, everyone trying to avoid your wrath. As you approached his door, you saw his name plated in bronze almost mocking you. You took a deep breath and knocked on his door. A quiet "come in" sounded from the door, and you opened the door, stepping into an office that looked like it was out of a magazine. Everything was so pristine, and almost too clean, and he sat at his desk, staring at you intently over a book.

"I suggest you start speaking since you clearly came here for something." You wanted to roll your eyes, but you held it in. 

"Good afternoon professor. I wanted to see you about my midterm paper."

"Let me see it." You handed him the paper and he looked over it. 

"I think the B- is a bit harsh." Levi scoffed. 

"Y/N L/N. Your name has been running around the department as the star student. That reputation won't save you in my class. If you want a good grade, you have to earn it. It’s because that my fellow professors think highly of you, that I'm going to hold you to a higher standard than your classmates. So, either you're going to shine brighter than your classmates or fizzle out. But I'm not going to take it easy on you." You stared at him in astonishment. 

"Why?"

"I've seen so many students cruise on their reputation and so, professors baby them. But that'll not be the case in my classes. I'm being upfront with you right now, so either you can either change majors, and avoid me as a professor as best as you can, or fight." He handed you your paper back and you made your way back to your dorm, your resolve building with each step you took. You were going to fight. 

For the next three years, you took numerous classes with him, always going to him to double check your papers before submitting them. With how often you saw him, you both became closer, not only building a strong professional relationship, but a budding crush also grew simultaneously. Levi was an amazing professor, an extremely strict one, but you learned that if you asked for help, he'll give it to you, although he'd be grumpy about it the entire time.

Before you knew it, it was the weekend of graduation. Your finals were done and over with, and now it was time to celebrate. On Saturday morning, you woke up to an email from Professor Ackerman, asking to see you in his office. Your heart skipped a beat and you put in a little more effort than you should have in getting ready, but you're probably never going to see him again, so you have to make it count. 

As you arrived, you knocked on his door, and he opened it, ushering you in before closing the door.

"Y/N,” he addressed you, “I have to admit, you've been my favorite student these past 4 years. I don't think a student will ever surpass the expectations you've set." You beamed with pride and nodded in gratitude. "Are you hungry?” He inquired, “I made reservations at a restaurant for us, if you're comfortable with that. There's something that I want to discuss, and a celebration to be had." The moment you nodded, he stood up and grabbed his coat, ushering you out of his office and leading you to his car. It was sleek and black, and shiny as if he bought it within the last couple days. Even the interior was almost factory fresh. In your gawking, Levi started his car, the roar of the engine pulling you from your stupor. You quickly buckle up, and he does the same before pulling out. 

The drive to the restaurant was silent, but it was a comfortable one, both of you content with each other's company. Soon enough, he stopped the car in front of a high end restaurant, and climbed out. You came out after him, and you saw his eye twitch a bit at the sight, but he still looked as stoic as normal. A man came up to him and Levi gave him the car keys before leading you into the restaurant. You felt so out of your depth, feeling like a clown in the middle of Wall Street. Everything practically glittered, and you were stuck in your awe as you were guided to your table, subconsciously walking with Levi. Levi pulled out your seat and you sat, your attention now fully on him. The lighting almost made the man look soft, admiration swam in his eyes although it was very easy to miss. How many times has he  given you that look without you even realizing? 

"Firstly, I want to congratulate you on your graduation,” he responded to you as he sat down, “Summa Cum Laude is a great feat. I'm extremely proud of the work you've done."

"Thank you Professor. Your help really made the difference."

"Don't disregard your own talent. I was only there to assist. Everything else came from you. All those late hours that we pulled together, as well as the ones you did on your own, and the hundreds of drafts that you had to redo over and over again, you decided to pull through. At any point, you could have given up from my harsh mentorship, but you took it in stride. That's extremely admirable of you." You smiled at his kind words. The waiter came and took your orders, Levi ordering you a dish that you were looking at but ignored due to the high price. After the waiter left, Levi's attention was back on you. 

"I'm going to get into the real reason I invited you here." He leaned forward and clasped his fingers together, looking at you intensely. You felt heat rise in your face and you quickly drank some of your water to calm down. "I want you to be my partner." You choked on your water, and he rubbed your back gently, apologizing.

"Your what?" 

"My partner,” he clarified,  “I'm going to Berlin for a historical site, and I want you to come with me as my partner. They found numerous artifacts and want me to analyze them." Professional partner. Got it. He continued, "It'll be a great experience for you, and I know you're more than capable. Granted I'll be doing most of the heavy lifting, but it'll be hands on practice, an internship if you will." 

"It's an honor," You responded, trying your best to play it cool, and failing miserably. Heat started flooding your face, and you looked visibly flustered. 

"Sorry to embarrass you like that,” he responded, continuing, “I'll inform them to book an extra room as well as another person to the flight manifest."

You furrowed your eyebrows at him in confusion, "Flight manifest?"

He nodded in agreement, saying, "They chartered a private plane to fly me there. We'll also be staying at a hotel near the site. Our meals will also be completely covered." 

Widening your eyes, you replied, "This is a lot."

"Considering my status as an archivist and historian, I'm not surprised," he responded. You know his status all too well.

"Professor,” you put your hands on the table as you inquired, “did I ever tell you why I picked this major and chose this university?" His gaze looked like he was picking you apart piece by piece.

"Tell me."

"When I was growing up, history wasn't my favorite subject,” you responded, shrugging your shoulders, “In fact, I hated it. I always did so poorly. But then in high school, we watched a video that involved  you looking through artifacts, explaining them piece by piece. I was so enamored with the way you spoke. I could see how much you loved what you did, and it was then that I found my love of history. I read all of your books, and even got a couple of them signed." 

He smiled softly, faintly remembering you, saying, "That's why you felt familiar."

You nodded, and responded, "I found out you taught here, and applied, hoping to take your classes. And I'm glad I did." Levi was so thankful that either you could see the flush rising to his face at your words or chose to keep it to himself. Maybe he's going to regret inviting you to Berlin, but he can't fathom the idea of never seeing you again. So he'd rather shove his feelings down and ignore them than act on them and never speak to you again. It's what he's done for the last year so keeping it up shouldn't be an issue. 

"You flatter me, Y/N."

"And you the same, professor."

"Please, call me Levi. You've graduated. I'm no longer your professor. And we’ll be working together as equals, so you're more than okay to refer to me with my first name." 

"Okay, Levi." He just felt his soul leave his body at the sound of his name. If he was a cat, you would hear him purring. "I look forward to working with you!"

"Me as well."

A month later, you were in Berlin, working side by side with Levi. Any time you heard the shower running, you wanted to scream, remembering the first night you moved in, seeing a towel only wrapped around his hips. How is a professor and historian built like that? He isn't ripped, but you definitely saw a six pack and an Adonis belt. You had to pretend as if you never saw him, as if that image doesn't take over your dreams, filling them with nothing but pure lust. Unbeknownst to you, Levi had the same conundrum, having seen you in your underwear when you accidentally left the door to your room open. Is he some kind of pervert? He must be with how often he thought about you. What's wrong with him and why can't he get it together? Rather than sort out his feelings, he bottles them up once more, while you do the same. He finds himself regretting that he brought you here like he has every day since you both arrived. 

One night all of the staff decided to go out and party. Levi has no idea how you roped him into this, but here you both are, Levi sitting on the table and you having the time of your life on the dance floor. His eyes are focused on you, and how could they not be with how bright you look, rivaling even the lights. A tap on his shoulder caught his attention. 

"Levi, you can't keep sitting here." He turned to see Hange, an archivist he's worked with before. 

"I'm fine here." Hange scoffed at Levi's words. 

"I don't think so. I see you staring at your coworker. It's so obvious you like them."

"I have no idea what you're talking about." A mischievous smile made its way onto Hange's face.

"So you won't mind if I go dance with them, right? They look like so much fun." Levi scowled and almost snarled before clearing his throat.

"Sure. Go have fun." Hange sauntered up to you, their presence only being made known to you with the scent of a sharp perfume. You never knew how to describe their scent as anything other than clean. Their breath was cool on your ear. 

"Hey Y/N. Wanna make Levi jealous?" You turn to them, certain that you didn’t hear them correctly, but they had a grin that you knew meant nothing but trouble. 

"What do you have in mind?"

"Dance with me. Give him a show." Your smile quickly matched their own, and you grabbed his hands before pulling them close. 

"And a show he'll get." Soon there was barely any space between you two as you both moved to the music. You honestly forgot about three songs in what your initial goal was, losing yourself to the music. Hange was so much fun, the both of you giggling when you bumped into each other or made a misstep. Their mood was contagious and you easily found yourself lost in them. A tap on your shoulder brought you back to earth, turning to face the person who wanted your attention only to see Levi. 

"Y/N. I'm going home. Have fun with Hange," he spoke through gritted teeth and looked composed, although you could tell he was seething. His jaw was clenching and unclenching and  a fire raged in his eyes.

"Give me a second and I'll come with you." Levi scoffs at your response.

"No, you're having so much fun with them and I wouldn't want to impede."

"Levi. We're heading home." You turned and kissed Hange on both cheeks. "See you tomorrow!"

"I look forward to it." They winked and you giggled, only serving to only worsen Levi's mood. Levi quickly pulled you out of the club, mumbling quietly. A taxi pulled up and you both stayed silent on the ride back to the apartment, but you could feel the tension crawling on your skin. As you entered the apartment, Levi walked behind you, closing the door gently. He has to remain calm. He shouldn't fuck this up. How can he get his feelings across to you in a way that doesn't make you uncomfortable? He's deep in thought and the sound of you calling his name breaks his concentration, his eyes focused on you. Before he could say anything, you walked up to him and kissed him, stealing his breath away. He quickly returned the kiss, holding a hand to your cheek. You never got the time to really pay attention to all of his callouses, the rough texture imprinting on your skin, but you felt as if this is where you belong, where you were meant to be. With him. By his side. You both broke away from the kiss as you let out a breathless chuckle. 

"Well, I'm glad I'm bold enough for the both of us. You would have taken forever to confess." He scoffed at your words. 

"I was planning on telling you tonight." 

"After I was practically grinding on Hange."

"Fair. But why them of all people?" You gave him a soft smile before you spoke. 

"Because they're your friend. I know you trust them to not seriously be flirting with me. So I got to make you jealous in a comfortable way." He returned your smile in kind.

"That was a solid plan. There's, however, one hiccup." You cooked your head in confusion. 

"Oh, and what would that be?" His smile turned into a malicious smirk, with affection and lust swimming in his eyes.

"Hange isn't here to save you from me tonight."