#levi ackerman scenario

[wrixthesley]

𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 | 𝐋. 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍, 𝐄. 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐇

cw: post war levi, angst, oral sex (f receiving), finger fucking, mentions of Erwin being deceased, uhh you stick your fingers in his mouth, gaslighting/guilt tripping, generally just not a healthy relationship, trauma bond, dubcon(?)

He doesn't need love.

Levi has settled on this since he came back from the war. He has to atone for his sins, he thinks, no one can expect him to come back from that hell expecting a happy ending. He knows the tears that fill your eyes when he meets your gaze is one of relief. He can feel himself melt into your touch, the one that he knew shouldn't be for him.

He thinks he doesn't deserve it. The kindness that you show Levi is overwhelming and when he sees you all he can think about is him, carrying his lifeless body to his final resting place, your scream when he handed you his bolo tie, your tears when you were given permission to enter his old office. He made sure you got the privacy you needed when you were going through his things, kept his distance and pretended not to hear you cycle through your emotions.

God, he remembers the anger that consumed you and the sound of glass hitting the walls when you find the flowers you had placed on Erwin's desk had wilted. They were white roses, pure, sturdy, and full of life but seeing them again must have pissed you off. When he walked back in to check on you he saw the water spilled everywhere and you were-- no, everything was wrecked. The office thrown askew, maybe because you couldn't stand the sight of how organized it was, how his office was still so him. He didn't say anything when you were sobbing on the floor. He didn't know what to say really, how do you comfort a heartache that you didn't cause?

He wonders if your heart break then feels anything like the one he has now. It feels like his bones ache, his chest is too heavy, its too hard to breathe, and he just can't fucking look at you without the tears threatening to build up again. Levi doesn't know if it was the trauma of losing so many people around him or if it was just that you both lost someone you mutually held close to ,even if the reasons were different, he thinks that things would have been different if he had been more careful, if he knew that you would cling onto the broken bond you both now share, he would have pushed you away sooner.

He can feel you cry at night even if you think he's asleep.

Levi doesn't cry. That's what everyone says and you don't argue. He rarely smiles so it must be even more scarce for him to cry.

Levi won't confess that he did cry. You won't ever know what he saw when he fulfilled his vow to Erwin or when he finally, finally saw the faces of those who devoted their heart. He won't ever admit to crying because he doesn't deserve to cry.

-

"Levi"

He lets you reach out to him, to place your hand in his left hand like he's the one who invited you to sit out with him. You always make sure to sit to his right, where he still has his good eye.

In the evenings he spends his time sitting on the small porch outside, the pretty outdoor furniture your doing, and spends it reflecting on every minute detail of his actions. Your hand is soft and gentle in his and he can't help but feel wrong for holding something so pure in his fetid grasp.

"Hey," he says, his mouth is dry. He looks up at the sky, hoping that the clouds or whatever higher power there is to show mercy to him and allow him to express what he feels.

You look so attentively, he knows why Erwin held you so close. You're beautiful, kind, and so fucking warm-hearted it makes him crazy.

He can't hold your gaze for very long, he wishes he was better at this. God, why couldn't Erwin be here with you instead? It would spare him from breaking.

"Let's go inside" is all he manages. He feels pathetic.

You nod. Helping him up because his leg--isn't fully healed yet. He permits you to do this much. When he leans against you, you're reminded that despite his injuries he's still pure muscle, still strong. When you guide him to the bedroom he catches glimpse of Erwin's bolo tie. It haunts him, snaps him back to reality that he owes these little moments of peace and helplessness to you. It makes you happy to help and suddenly he remembers when you would fasten Erwin's bolo tie. You did it for him the day he died.

When you finally make it past the threshold of the bedroom he tells you to sit down with him on the bed. You oblige, never one to argue.

He feels the bed shift under your weight. You're looking down at his right hand, the one that makes him so self conscious.

"Look at me." He glances at the bolo tie again before meeting your eyes.

He's good at creating tension. You know that it's not on purpose, he doesn't mean to make people squirm under his gaze but he's the Captain Levi of the Scouts, sometimes you can't help but grow uncomfortable when he studies you so intently. He longs for you to be the exception to this but he can't bring himself to soften his gaze.

Not with what he's about to tell you.

His eyes burn into yours and you feel hot. You try and keep your breathing level, it's your attempt at concealing how nervous you are right now. He's handsome in this lighting and you catch how his pupils dilate.

"Lev--"

"I'm sorry."

It's strange, he thinks, to apologize for something that he hasn't even spoken about to you since Erwin passed.

"I'm sorry that it's me and not him."

You scoot closer to him, grabbing his right hand and placing it into yours. He hardly lets you hold his right hand, let alone bring it up to your lips to place a kiss on his ring finger.

"Don't apologize" you whisper.

He lets you guide his hand to your chest, where it's warm and he can feel your heartbeat and the rise and fall of your breathing. He should stop you now, finish telling you what he has decided, but he can't. Not when you look at him with pleading eyes, letting go of his hand to stand up and strip down to the satin camisole and panties under your clothes. The ones that you had bought for him.

The pang of guilt and arousal hit the pit of his stomach. This view wasn't his to start with, but Levi is only a man, he can't deny your beauty or that you make his cock ache when you take his right hand in yours again and guide his touch where you need it most.

You place your knee in between his legs, you can feel his erection through his pants when you guide his hand under the hem of your top to touch the warmth of your skin. Goosebumps rise where you trail his hand, you shiver when his thumb brushes along the underside of your breast.

He doesn't mean to grind against your leg, but fuck, the pressure feels good. You look ethereal in front of him, looking down at him like he's the one you've always wanted all along. He rolls his hips again and it gives him enough friction against his length to satiate the desire that's clouding the entire reason he brought you in here.

"Levi" your lips are so pretty, they look so soft when your part them and whine. You place your free hand on his should, giving him a slight push, not strong enough to actually move him.

He knows when you want, you've done this before. He'll adjust himself on the bed, sitting back enough that your knee is still in between his legs, right against the heat of his erection and your other knee keeping him in place by practically straddling his right thigh.

"Hey" he uses his other hand to pinch the soft of your thigh. He hoped his voiced wouldn't have wavered, that he could have looked at you with more authority to spare your dignity and bring you back to the unfortunate reality that awaits you.

"No." you respond, silencing him when you press your fingers into his mouth. God, you can feel how hard he is against your knee, his cock twitching and leaky. It makes you hot, arousal pooling in between your legs.

You push down on his tongue, watching how his brows furrow, how his spit pools around your digits, moving them in his mouth until your pinching his tongue with your thumb and index finger.

His eyes meet yours and you smirk down at him. His right hand is traveling up the inside of your thigh, ring finger hooking at the waistband of your panties to pull and let it snap back against your skin. He does it again, pulling his head back to get your fingers out of his mouth.

You let out a quiet moan when his thumb finds your clothed clit. He circles it there for a moment, his ring finger pressing where your slit is, making sure a wet patch forms on the fabric of your panties before he finally uses his other hand to slide them down your thighs, letting them bunch up mid way.

His mouth waters at the string of your arousal that connects your cunt to your panties. He can't think, you entice him entirely too easy. Did you do this to Erwin?

He can hear your breath hitch.

"Do you miss him?" he asks, thumb finding your clit again, this time his ring finger slips past the tight entrance of your pussy. He watches your head fall back in pleasure before his starts moving. He always starts like this, slow and suspenseful because he loves building you up.

"What?" you huff, moaning because you know that he always finger fucks you like he has to prove that he doesn't need to use his good hand. He can do it this way, thumb drawing the most delicious circles and his ring and pinky finger hooking against that sweet spot inside of you that clouds your sense.

"Do you miss him?" he repeats. This stops the motion of his thumb, letting the full length of his fingers delve into your wet heat. He presses a kiss to your clit, groaning when you push his head further into you. His tongue slipping between your folds, a small part of you feels bad because you're sure he's aching in the confines of his pants when he grinds himself against you.

"Levi" you squeal, his good hand keeping you in place while he sucks, licks, and nips at your clit. He can't deny how beautiful it is to watch you fall apart for him, to cry out his name while he fingers you. The muscles in his arm are taut with how he's fucking into you, he sucks on your clit again. It's messy, he eats you in the most carnal way, doesn't care that his mouth and chin are covered in his spit and your essence.

He pulls away again. Fingers squelching when he finds the exact pace and speed to have you melt.

"Do you miss him?" he pants, his breath only makes you grow hotter and your hips can't stop from matching the rhythm of his fingers, you dig your nails into his scalp, attempt to pull him away when he delves back in to suck on your clit.

He drags the flat of his tongue up your clit, your eyes rolling into the back of your head because you know he's teasing you. You know it and you hate it.

"Do you wish it was him?" He knows your close, fingers finding that spot again, his grip has you planted right where he wants you, "You wish it was him and not me, huh? Want to pretend I'm him don't you? You're so fucked. So fucked."

"Fuck, did you squeeze his fingers like this too? You think he'd be mad that you whored yourself out to me? He trusted me you know."

You cry out when he uses more force, you can feel the stickyness of his precum against your leg from how he's grinding against you. You can't speak. This is his favorite part, where he keeps you and your high and keeps agitating you, when you keep cumming and cumming and he keeps spewing nonsense.

"I'm not him, you know? I don't deserve this, you deserve better, but fuck-- you're so damn good."

He should be ashamed, he's never acted like this before. Your moans get louder, pleading for him. He engraves this moment into his head, loves the way you say "Levi, fuck please, please."

He has you right at the edge, toying with you, pushing you to fall over the edge into pleasure. He feels your walls tighten around his fingers again and he's panting, pressing a kiss to your navel and he's cumming, nipping at your skin when he does.

You're both left panting, using each other to stay upright before you begin to move into more comfortable positions. You catch a glimpse of the wet patch on his pants, his cum is sticky and hot, and you know it's probably uncomfortable for him.

He cleans you both up, because that's what he always does, even if it takes him a little bit longer to get around because of his healing body, he thinks that it's the least he should do for you. It's one of the ways he can apologize for indulging into you.

"You didn't answer me. " he guides you to the plush of the bed, your spot next to him. He practically dressed you in your nightgown. You don't reply, only feeling frustration being to spread where arousal once was.

"Do you wish Erwin was here?"

You don't answer.

"I know you do. I know that it's so fucked up that I came home and he--"

"Levi, what the fuck are you talking about?"

He doesn't say anything. The look on his face is somber and it transports you back to that time, then it hits you. The heartbreak again, the suffocating one that makes you feel like you wouldn't survive.

It's happening.

Oh.

It's happening again.

Your chest hurts when you look at him like when someone you love is being ripped away from you and that can't stop it.

He feels guilty.

"I think that your love is misplaced. That you have given me a part of you that should have never been mine to begin with," he explains, he struggles to get up again, but he does it by himself. His gaze is harsh again, like when he was forced to look at Zeke.

"It shouldn't have been mine. You aren't mine." He walks over to the door, "I'm sorry" he whispers, opening the door, insinuating for you to leave. "It always felt like I was betraying him."

He watches your bottom lip wobble, wouldn't fight back if you threw him on the ground right now.

"He's dead, Levi." your voice breaks and the weight of his words hit you.

"God, you think this whole time I've been with you because I'm misplaced? Fuck you! I'm not fucked. You are. "

You grab your clothes, huffing and crying. He wishes you would hit him, throw him down, insult him, fuck, he wishes you would say that he is right, your feelings for him weren't actually for him to begin with.

You don't though. When you make eye contact he notices that your eyes are full of tears. You're wearing the same facial expression you made when you learned that Erwin was dead.

He deserves this version of you.

He deserves this, it's his atonement.

It's better this way, he doesn't need love.

[jeanbie]

WORDLESS #4 ★ masterlist.

pairing: levi x reader

genre: sugar daddy & contract killer au | warnings: toxic relationships, non graphic sex | wc: 4.9k

note: hey guys, who's reading? *silence* *tumbleweed* hope u guys like it :)

★ ch1. ch2. ch3. ch4. ch5

⏤ Sometimes, saying “I love you” is inappropriate, and given your circumstances, you think it might send Levi over the edge if he hears them again.

(31) Pulling a chair out for them to sit down at the table.

Levi’s not a gentleman.

Everybody knows it, and he’s not ashamed of admitting it. Half of the time, he thinks that it’s what makes him unique, at least. If you (or anybody else, even though since you walked out on him that one time, he’s been seeing all the others less and less) were going to be with somebody, then you might as well just make it different. Spice it up a little bit.

“It will be nice.” Levi, because he’s not a gentleman, is not really listening to you. He sits behind the steering wheel and tightens his hand against the wheel, the other is on the clutch.

“Are you listening to me?”

“No,” Levi replies. He turns the corner, and the car slightly leans you to the right.

A sigh fills the car as he pauses as a set of traffic lights further down the street.

This red light drags forever, and Levi sighs instead and looks at you pointedly, “What, then?”

It takes reluctance to pull your gaze away from the pigeons near the bins on the side of the road, but you do, and you look at Levi. “I just think it will be really nice to grab dinner together.”

“We do that all the time,” Levi says.

“Yeah, but I don’t mean us, or just us,” you affirm, “I mean, like all of us. Family, I guess.”

Levi bristles. “Family? We don’t have any family, baby.”

“We do,” you moan. “I mean. Not family-family, but family. The kind of family we get to choose. Erwin, and Sasha and whoever.”

Levi nods sarcastically, “Oh. Wrong F word, Y/N, those people are called friends.”

“Oh, whatever then,” you huff, turning back towards the window. “Forget I said anything.”

Levi wants to forget, but he doesn’t. Something about that line, about the way that it stuck with him: The kind of family we get to choose. He thought about it all night, groaned, and then swore and called Erwin. Alright motherfucker, we’re going to dinner with Y/N so you better shut the fuck up, get a suit, and meet us at that fancy Gangnam restaurant.

So, it’s a Friday evening, and it feels like a Disney Channel crossover episode. Sasha definitely feels out of place in this restaurant, and Levi acts uncomfortable about the way Erwin sits opposite you, gauging your every move and word with overacted enthusiasm. Actually, all Levi is thinking about is the moment that they got here.

“Here, honey, let me get that for you,” had appeared to be Erwin’s favourite sentence to say to you; he used it when he opened the door for you, and again with the chair to the table. Erwin sat seething, almost red like a ruby. Sasha sips nervously from her glass as Erwin laughs again at something you said.

Dinner went great, he would have to admit that.

“Oh, we booked the patio for desserts,” Erwin says. One of Levi’s other friends, Mike (who honestly came to observe rather than to fill in for the surprising lack of family at this family dinner) looks left and right to each person on the table and follows the crowd as they leave for the patio once the main courses are done.

Erwin once again reaches for the door and lets you walk outside. As Levi passes Erwin at the door, he glares at Erwin with eyes that could murder. Erwin doesn’t waver but he does get the hint, even more so as you stroll towards the table. Before Erwin can even move towards the table, Levi curves in front and puts his hand on the back of your chair.

“Here you go, baby, let me sit next to you,” Levi says, dragging it out for you to sit. You watch him with one raised eyebrow but say nothing. Erwin says nothing for a few minutes but decides to get right back to it as the desserts begin. It pisses off Levi to the point where his hand leaves fingerprints in your thigh, but you can’t find it in you to be mad about it.

(32) Wrapping a blanket around them when they are sitting on the couch and watching a show.

“You gotta stop letting yourself in here, it scares the shit out of me.”

“I own this dump.”

You gape over your shoulder, “Fucker, you own this dump that you call a dump but you gave me this dump, it’s my dump, don’t call it a dump.”

“Say dump one more time,” Levi warns, shrugging off his jacket and ruffling his hair. It’s wet thanks to the torrential rain outside. His socks squelch across the floor because he left his slippers back at his place, and he’s not here often enough to have his own pair at your apartment.

The apartment is toasty and warm, the heating on high. Except the living room is chilly and dark, dark blue almost.

“What are you watching?”

Levi moves towards your bedroom but can still hear you as he moves.

“Just this show I found,” you reply, watching the screen. “Dead To Me.”

“Never heard of it,” he yawns, and emerges from the room. He’s holding a heavy blanket in his arms, moving to the living room to sit next to you. He plops next to you and glances at the screen, wrapping the blanket around your shoulders, over your head like a cocoon.

You laugh softly, shifting it off your head and leaning up against him. “It’s American. It’s got Velma in it.”

“Linda Cardellini?” Levi asks, settling back. “She’s hot as fuck.”

“I know, that’s why I thought I’d watch it, I love her,” you say.

Levi wraps an arm around your shoulder and smushes closer towards you.

“Good day?” you ask quietly.

He takes a few seconds, like he’s truly trying to think about whether he wants to answer or not.

“Okay,” he admits. “Don’t care, it’s over, I’m here, don’t wanna think about work.”

You don’t push him to talk, and instead, let him sit next to you. He likes the darkness because there’s no way you can see his discomfort, his pain, the blood under his fingernails.

(33) Throwing away their piles of tissues when they have a cold.

Levi travels for work a lot, and it’s no secret to anybody he knows. It was midday when he got a call, just a few words over the phone, and then he was moving out of the shower and into the bedroom to get ready.

He had told you to stay, stay until he got back. Unfinished business, he said, that would need dealing with when he got home. So you did, you stayed and he left, and that was that.

Levi sighs and shuts the car door. Until next time, he thinks to himself as he watches the car pull away. Frowning, he straightens his blazer and walks up the steps to the complex he lives at and enters. When he gets to his apartment, he kicks his shoes off right away and as he steps inside, he notices that the apartment is unusually silent.

Normally at his home, his big mansion that he loves up in the hills, there’s some sort of noise. Maybe it’s the sound of the TV on in the kitchen, or the bubbles in the hot tub, or the sound of Elio prowling around the bedroom. This apartment is in central Seoul, closer to work and closer to school. He hates how silent it is, how empty it feels.

“Y/N?”

There is no instant reply. He moves across the apartment, searching silently.

“Babe, you here?”

Worry bubbles in his stomach and he moves in search of you. After searching everywhere, Levi scoffs like it’s a sick joke that you’re not here, until he hears a noise, a croak and a cough from the spare bedroom.

“Y/N?” calls Levi. He moves to the door and twists the handle, and is a few shuffles inside when a grottal, gross noise emerges from the darkness.

“What?” he asks.

“I said don’t come in here,” you croak out in reply, because it’s you, and who else would it be in his apartment?

Levi enters and reaches for the light, pausing when you grunt in his direction. He can see you in the dim light of the spare bedroom, the sun outside the curtains, and he suppresses a smile.

“What happened? I said we had unfinished business.”

“I know,” you rasp. “But one of the kids in my class came to class with a sore throat, I thought I’d be fine. But, ta-da.” He can see in the light that there’s a plethora of tissues around your body, like a barrier. So many, snotty and probably damp and scrunched into balls. “Guess he had a cold.”

He grimaces, shuffling into the bedroom despite you telling him otherwise. It’s unsurprisingly stuffy in the room, a given since the room is closed off from the sunlight that bleeds behind the curtains. Like you requested, he doesn’t turn on the lights, keeping you safe in the darkness.

“Shitty kids,” Levi grunts. Finding a lack of interest in the germs that breed in the tissues scrunched into balls, he moves them from the covers and tosses them towards the small bin next to the bedside cabinet. You sniffle, snotty and stuffed, and peer from over the duvet at him.

Levi looks tired, as he always does when he gets back from work. He sports a brand new cut on his lip, one that will probably scar when it’s done showing crimson. There is blood on his shirt, and you know that it’s probably not his. That doesn’t make you feel better.

“How long you had it?” Levi asks.

“Two or three days,” you estimate. He’s been gone almost a week, the seventh day being tomorrow. “Should go soon, don’t worry.”

He smiles, “Not worried. Did you get medicine, or something?”

You sniff once, the air hot in your nostrils. “Nope. I haven’t managed to leave since I came down with it. I only went to the door to collect soup and then I went back to bed in here. And I went out to see who it was when Mike came by to get your big kitty.” Another sniff and Levi’s eyebrows raise with amusement, “Didn’t want to infect your bedroom, so I came here instead. Hope that’s okay.”

“Sure, it’s okay,” he replies. “I’ll find something for you, I’ve got a bunch of shit that might help.”

“Really?”

Levi nods, “Yeah. Stay put, buttercup, B-R-B.”

(34) Mending an item of their clothing that was ripped.

“Who even takes the subway anymore?”

In reply, Levi gets an appalled scoff. “I’m sorry, not all of us are rich enough to have fucking chauffeurs taking us places.”

“What’re you talking about, you’re rich,” Levi says, his voice kind of muffled due to the sewing needle between his teeth. He sits on the edge of his sofa, your skirt spread over his lap like a napkin at dinner. Down the leg, the seam is torn, showing what could have been an erotic amount of leg. Unfortunately, he’d only got a glimpse of your skin when you shuffled into his home.

As the CEO of ripping his clothes, Levi became familiar with sewing over the years, figuring it was less expensive to sew than it was to replace. So, of course, when your skirt got torn on the subway home, Levi tested his skills and dug out the sewing needle.

“No thanks to you,” you sigh. “You didn’t need to, by the way.”

“Need to what, pay you?” Levi laughs, sewing the seam. “Come on, Y/N, it’s overdue.”

“True, but I don’t really need your money that much anymore.”

“Funny, since you needed it when you didn’t have it,” he sighs dramatically. “Anyway, it’s barely a dent out of my bank account, I wanna spoil you. You’re welcome.”

You frown, shuffling to the couch and throwing yourself over the back so that your head is by his legs. Levi spares you a glance from the skirt and smiles, returning back to the work.

“Thanks,” you mumble. Nothing is said, but he appreciates it.

(35) Running out in the middle of the night to get a food item they’re craving.

“I think I’m pregnant.”

“What the fuck?”

Levi shoots up from bed into a sitting position, his eyes blown wide as he stares at you. Whenever Levi invites you to stay at his apartment, he always keeps a light on in the evening. His apartment is in a somewhat busier area compared to his house, which is stationed in a private neighbourhood only touched by the wealthiest of the wealthy. His apartment was supposed to be for ease, for if he had to do dirty work in the city and didn’t want to tie his name to a hotel. It wasn’t often that you stayed the night here.

In the light of the dim lamp on your side of the bed, Levi can make out your face. You’re still lying down, staring up at the ceiling. After he stares long enough, you look over at him.

“Why the fuck would you say that,” he breathes, like it’s an insult.

“Wow, would it really be so bad?” you ask, curious now.

He blinks like an owl. “Obviously, dipshit.”

Sigh. “And here I was thinking it would be like the movies and you’d love me.”

“Even if I loved you, do you think I wanna have kids?” Levi questions rhetorically, because he’s actually already talked to you about this. Levi never wants to have children. His life is constantly on the line. There is no way he’d bring a child into the world, just for them to either be used as bait, or grow up in a world without their father. He knows how that feels.

“Fair,” you reply. “Still.”

Levi shudders, it’s cold in here. “Wait, are you for real?” He shifts, the covers make a disruptive noise in the night, “what makes you think that you’re…you know…”

“I keep getting weird cravings,” you explain, like it’s the craziest science that he won’t understand. As soon as you say it, he feels almost instantly better. It’s not like cravings are the most reliable symptom of a pregnancy. Besides, you’re on the pill, and when you’re not, he’s safe. He’s not an idiot, he’s not about to accidentally ruin both of your lives with a few squirts.

“Like what?”

You shrug, “Really craving the Fairway to Heaven ice-cream.”

Levi scoffs. Actually, it’s almost a tch under his breath. “Yeah, of course, you’re craving the most expensive ice-cream. Predictable. Cute, almost.” He pats your leg over the covers, “We all know Phish Food’s the better flavour, by the way.”

“Tell that to the cravings, sir,” you reply. You frown, then, “I’ll pick some up tomorrow. Maybe I’ll dream the cravings away…”

“As if,” Levi barks, knowing you better. If he knows you at all (which he confidently does), you’ll press about this for the rest of the night until you fall asleep bored of trying. So, Levi enjoys the last few seconds inside a warm bed before climbing out, switching on the light so it burns your eyes as the room fills with it.

“Ouch, too bright!”

“Pussy,” he smirks. “Move, get your coat, we’re going out.”

“Oh yeah, at midnight?” you ask sarcastically, sitting up. “Where’re we going?”

“Ice cream,” he replies, like it’s obvious. To him it is. “That store down the road sells it and it closes at 2, so get your big coat and let’s get moving.”

“Are we seriously going to get ice cream at midnight?” you laugh, doing as he says.

“We both know you’re not gonna shut up about it if we don’t.”

Levi grabs his own coat and zips it up. Nobody’s gonna care that he’s wearing PJ’s, and even if you’re sleepy and grumpy on the way there, it’s better than keeping you at the apartment alone. He’d have to be crazy to leave you here than he is going out for ice cream at midnight.

(36) Helping brush their hair after a shower.

You’re the best he’s had, really.

Levi knows this, because he’s not stupid or blind or oblivious. Compared to the other girls he’s had, and the ones he left not too long ago, he knows how lucky he is to have someone like you. Someone who doesn’t just want him for the sex and the money. Although scary, it’s reassuring.

Levi comes out from the kitchen to the bedroom where you’re sitting, hunched over a laptop watching a YouTube video for your class that bores you to sleep. Your hair is damp and matted, left to dry as you watch. Forty minutes into an hour video. Levi narrows his eyebrows, wondering if he’d ever have the patience to watch something like that. Probably not. He barely has the patience when he works, and he has a job that demands it 99% of the time. When he can be hasty he is, but when his job is to kill and protect, patience is a must.

As you watch, Levi moves to sit behind you and he sets his chin on your shoulder, boredly looking at the screen. Your eyes are glossed over, possibly not even watching at all. Regardless, he stays there and slowly rakes his fingers through your hair, straightening out the curls that are close to knots.

He still blames the video for you falling asleep, although it’s probably his fingers. He won’t admit it.

(37) Making sure to be quiet while they’re taking a nap.

It’s not just that. Levi enjoys being gentle, but only when nobody can see him doing it. When you fall asleep, slouched over like a zombie, he smiles and gently closes the screen of your laptop. Whatever garbage your Uni have you watching can be watched tomorrow.

Until then, you must sleep. He moves the laptop away to the cabinet across the room and comes back, collecting you in his arms and moving you into the bed. Once the covers are draped across your body, he takes extra care to be quiet leaving the room and shutting the door. There’s some food leftover in the kitchen from dinner that he’ll eat before joining you, and you don’t wake up, not even when the bed dips as he climbs into it.

(38) Letting them warm their cold hands under your shirt.

Despite his work often demanding him to be around people, Levi isn’t really a big fan of crowds. If he can get out of going out in public, he will jump at the opportunity. He just can’t see why you’re so miffed about not being with the crowds of people along the Han river waiting for the fireworks- he’s got a balcony that looks out over the city and the river, so what’s the big deal?

“It’s all about the vibe,” you say with a slight sigh. Your arms are draped over the balcony banister, legs slowly vibrating in the bitter winter air. “As a broody killing machine, I wouldn’t expect you to understand.”

“That stings,” Levi replies, closing the door behind him as he wanders back towards you with a blanket. His eyes glaze over your face as he arrives and Levi rolls his eyes, “Hold your face that way and it’ll stick.”

“Heard it all before from my Mom,” you reply boredly. A quiet thanks is spoken as you take the blanket shield and snuggle closer to his chest, staring expectantly at the black sky. “What time will they start?”

Levi presses his cheek to your hair. “Considering three minutes ago it was only ten to midnight, I can safely assure you that it is not time yet.”

“I’m bored.”

“Why are you so hard to please today?” Levi groans. He wriggles around, “And don’t try me with that ‘I think I’m pregnant’ bullshit. Spare me the moody bitch performance for today, please?”

You pug to yourself. “Sorry. Sorry, you’re right. And I shouldn’t be so…I don’t know. I’m sorry. Thank you for tonight.”

Levi shakes his head slightly. He may never understand women.

“You really that mad over the bridge?” he asks quietly, his mouth against your head. It’s hot, and you lean back towards his minimal body warmth. “I’m sorry I didn’t pass your vibe check for tonight, but I thought it might be romantic or something for us to be up here.”

You almost laugh. “It is romantic. You’re right.”

Levi brushes it off. Lately something has shifted, a comfort in the air that grants you permission to be in his life as someone more important than a ‘sugar baby’. Dare he say it, but Levi actually considers you a friend. Now, you’re at the point where neither of you give much of a shit about the sugar clause you wrote yourselves into quite some time ago. An unspoken thing hangs there like Christmas mistletoe, seen but prayed away.

Distant laughter and a bang grows near the direction of the river and bridge, and Levi feels you perk in his arms. As a small warmth bursts across his chest, Levi hisses in the cold and stuffs his hands up your shirt, where they curve around your body to cheekily hold both of your boobs. You jump, because his hands are freezing.

“You’re cold!” you whine. “What are you doing?”

Levi shrugs, “My hands are freezing. I’m keeping them warm.”

You briefly glance down at his knuckles outlined by your jumper. “Oh yeah, because I’m sure that’s the reason why you’re literally groping my tits right now.”

“They feel warmer already,” he continues.

(39) Giving them your dessert when you eat out because it’s their favourite

On the rare occasion that guilt really overwhelmingly consumes Levi Ackerman, he allows his guilt to control his feet. Usually, they end up on a pathway to the bedroom, or in the car where he drives you somewhere nice, or perhaps he picks you up from school instead of cruelly leaving you to take the subway. Now that things have shifted slightly in your dynamic, Levi isn’t sure what flies as romantic anymore. He doesn’t want to leave you with the wrong impression. You’ve had the talk together, the one that touched upon what the future looked like and how quite definitely it looked as though you wouldn’t be with each other, but surely, dinner overlooking the sea in Busan isn’t too fancy or romantic, right?

“Here is your dessert.” The waiter circles around the table and gently lays a dish in front of you. Levi carefully watches over his glass of wine as the waiter also announces his own dessert, the exact same. His eyes move down to the display set before him.

He’s never really been keen on dessert, but Levi is the type of person who doesn’t enjoy the idea of one person eating when the other isn’t. So he had just ordered the same thing as you had, nice and simple, without giving it much thought.

“I love this,” you sigh happily, fiddling the metal spoon in your hand and peering up at him, “This is sick. Thank you.”

“I didn’t make it,” he replies.

You roll your eyes, spooning out some of the dessert, “you know what I mean.”

Something in the beach-fronted restaurant shifts as the sun sinks deeper into the ocean, and Levi twirls his spoon anxiously whilst observing the dessert. He’s never been a huge fan of bingsu in general, and he looks with slight distaste at the green blob on top of what looks like cornflakes. He doesn’t get it.

He dips his spoon into the dessert, taking a polite amount and very quickly taking a bite. For around twenty seconds, he thinks it’s okay, but the aftertaste makes his whole body shudder. Fucking hell, he really hates desserts.

After a few minutes, you finally move your attention away from the scraped clean dessert dish and take a glance over at Levi, who is already watching you with a lack of interest for his own dessert.

“Is everything okay?” you ask, subtly wiping around your mouth just in case. You take in the sight of his unfinished treat, “not hungry?”

Levi shrugs awkwardly, “I don’t really like bingsu.”

“Then why’d you order?” you question quietly.

“I panicked,” he replies, “you ordered it and I don’t like desserts but I didn’t want you to be eating alone.”

You pause, eyebrows quirked: “I don’t mind.”

He sighs. Of course. “Well…” He twirls the dessert dish and pushes it in your direction, “Since it’s your favourite, or whatever, you can have it.”

Your eyes light up, “Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool,” you squeal, happily taking it from him. “Thank you!”

Levi rolls his eyes playfully and sits back in his chair. Whatever he didn’t eat from the dessert he instead eats up in the sight of you.

(40) Making a goofy face until they notice and laugh.

You don’t quite know how you ended up at Levi’s work, but here you are. You could probably trace it back to Erwin swinging by to get you from school since Levi felt bad he couldn’t, and to be honest, you had been confused when Erwin drove past the turning to your apartment and kept going further into the city.

Levi’s workplace is pretty big, but still significantly hidden inconspicuously to avoid attention. As you slowly wander around the hallways, you begin to daydream about where Levi’s office may be, what he might be doing and what he might think if he sees you.

Quietly passing through what appears to be a recreation room, filled with tired faces who blink curiously as you brush by, you finally step out into a web of hallways that connect to small rooms walled in glass. Each is empty, besides one at the very end that bustles with tense conversation, and you’re drawn to the sound of Levi’s voice as it carries through the silent hallways.

You push forward, stopping not too close to the doorway so that if somebody who isn’t him happens to see you, you can make a hasty escape.

The room is filled with strange faces, strange men in tight suits and briefcases next to their feet. A man stands up beside Levi at the head of the table, his hands animated as he presses on about something you’re not well read on. Hell if you know a single thing about gun models and firing ranges. You can just about tell apart Fortnite weapons and that’s only because they’ve got colours.

Levi, however, is a sight that captures your gaze. For a while, he sits with his back turned to the man standing, his eyes observing each individual around the table, of who squirm under his watch. He eventually looks back at the man, his jawline sharp and his hair styled so that it only slightly falls into his eyebrows. God damn it, he looks sexy as hell; his shirt is black, cuffed, unbuttoned at the top revealing his skinny collarbones. He’s probably wearing the tight trousers too, the ones that make his ass look good.

A thought strikes you: how would he feel if he saw you outside? While it shouldn’t, the thought fills you with adrenaline. The idea of not him but somebody else seeing you, a girl dressed in white jeans and a red shirt, your coat discarded somewhere on an office chair. Would he be mad? Would he be turned on?

Would you die?

Deciding that the worse case scenario only involved you being yelled at, you decide to dip your toes into the water and tease the sharks; you wonder how long you can hold this silly face for until he finally notices you out there.

It seems like a long shot, and you’re quite close to giving up when finally Levi returns his attention to the table. Heads begin to move in conversation, and Levi’s gaze passes from gentleman to gentleman until they pause abruptly, locking onto you behind the glass. For a moment, he does nothing besides stare. Perhaps he doesn’t care. Then, his eyes widen, like he’s confused and alarmed and slightly impressed. Before his disturbed posture is noticed, you laugh to yourself and run away, back in the direction you tiptoed through.

(Later, Levi finds you in Erwin’s office sitting on an uncomfortable and torn armchair, a Rubix cube moving back and forwards in your hands. You’re not matching any colours. It’s going nowhere. He smiles.

“Field trip?” he questions, making your head snap up suddenly. He slides next to you on the free chair, “I’ll skin that prick alive, you know you’re not supposed to be here.”

“I know, but I’m here against my will!” you promise, putting the cube down. “I really wanted to go home. Dead To Me episodes don’t watch themselves, you know.”

“Yeah, I know,” he sighs. “I gotta go to a meeting again, then I’ll drive us home, okay?”

You nod. “I’m sorry I distracted you, by the way. I realise now I’m actually very lucky that it was you who saw me and nobody else.”

Levi laughs, kissing your forehead as he rises to leave. “Yeah, well, I’m the most dangerous guy in there, so consider yourself very lucky.”)

[theragethatisdesire]

aot men as dads - headcanon!! some 18+!!

includes: eren, jean, reiner, & levi

i'm still working on some full-fledged one-shots and parts of my series', but i'm nannying for the summer and have BABY FEVER. please enjoy my little headcanons of my fav aot men as dads <3

DISCLAIMER: some of this post contains MATURE CONTENT that is intended only for those over 18. if you are a minor, please do not read below the cut.

Eren

ok but eren is such a cringe dad lol

buys himself all of the #1 Dad! merch. he’s got mugs, tshirts, hats, all of it, and all of it went on his credit card.

10000% a girl dad. loves all the little dresses and bows; he puts your daughter’s hair in its first bun, nearly tears up when she points at his matching hairstyle and babbles “like da-da!”

you have to parent eren as much as the children. when you turn the corner into the living room where he’s supposed to be having “quiet time” with your toddler only to find that they’re buried in a pillow fort and eren’s signed his own name in crayon on the wall next to your daughter’s scribblings. “babe, we can just repaint it! she’s being creative.”

loves when you’re pregnant. after your first, eren keeps a calendar on the wall marking off the days until it’s safe for him to fuck you again, fuck a baby right back into you. already has a breeding kink before your first. develops a lactation kink after.

TERRIFIED (and i mean terrified) of hurting your little angel. has absolutely zero concept of “cry it out”; if he hears his baby crying, he’s sprinting into the next room, kissing a nonexistent boo-boo.

refuses to admit it but he has no backbone when it comes to your daughter wanting literally anything. she wants it, she gets it.

favorite thing in the world is matching outfits. favorite. “babe, where’s her green hoodie? i’m wearing mine today for the park!” “of course it matters, we have to match! on that note, where’s yours?”

lets your daughter use his hair to learn how to braid. usually has a few pink hair ties or glittery clips sticking out of it when you come home from a mom’s night out.

really big on your baby getting to see the world. drags you on vacation to any place he can think of, even as you try to explain to him that she can’t form any long term memories yet. “but baby, she’ll have pictures. how many kids in her class can bring a picture of them at the eiffel tower to their first show-and-tell?”

accidentally ruins santa and the tooth fairy for your daughter. cries harder than she does over it.

aggressively vets babysitters. ends up settling for a nursing student in the labor & delivery school who’s the oldest of seven children and probably more knowledgeable about child development than both of you combined, but he’s still suspicious.

wants to watch while you push, watch his baby come into the world. you’ve never seen a sweeter sight than eren in his scrubs, crying while holding your baby girl.

Jean

most people picture eren as being the roughhousing dad, but it’s jean, and i will die on this hill.

freaks out every time he drops your first boy while throwing him around like a ragdoll, but he’ll never stop because “listen!! he’s laughing!”. when it comes to the rest of them, he’s experienced enough now to tell the difference between a real booboo and an imagined one, and he simply brushes their little pants off caringly before shouting “now you tackle me!”

jean’s got no gender preference for your first, or the rest of your little brood for that matter. he raises them exactly the same, regardless: tough.

it takes him awhile to get used to the concept of babies’ minds. you’ve walked in on him having full-blown arguments with your shrieking toddlers several times. “what’s not making sense? if you let your goldfish ‘swim’ in the toilet, it dies, simple as that.”

plays “bad cop” for you because you’re terrible at it, but he’s always having to turn around and snicker into his elbow in the middle of scolding because your babies get the same little throbbing forehead vein as you when they’re mad

wants a big family, and gets it. you practically have to drag him to get his balls snipped after your fourth, him reminding you that “it’s reversible!” the entire way there.

the newborn phase is his favorite. he’s rarely home for any longer than ten minutes without scooping your most recent addition into his arms, squishing their little cheeks and marveling at their gurgling noises.

the kids never give him anxiety, but when you’re pregnant??? jean’s a wreck.

“do your feet still hurt, love?” “what do you mean you have indigestion? that could be the baby coming!” “of course we can’t have sex, what if we poke its little head?”

definitely the dad that’s got a delivery bag and a backup bag and an emergency third backup of the backup bag in his car at all times. the first week of your third trimester, he starts watching you suspiciously for any signs of labor, even though this is your fourth together. you think you’ve got it down by now, you tell him, but he won’t listen.

always gets the kids to work together on little surprises for you. every mother’s day they wake you up with breakfast, every valentines day your dining room table is covered in handmade cards, every birthday your kitchen is coated in flour from jean and four little ones attempting to bake

SO HARD to drag him out for a date night. he wants to bring them everywhere: the fancy restaurant, the couples' get away trip

jean's that dad standing in the bar, watching the game, beer in hand, with an occupied baby carrier strapped to his chest

wants to watch during delivery, but he passed out the first go-round, so now he’s content standing up by your head, trying not to turn white as you squeeze his hand hard enough to break.

talks you into just one more on your fourth’s second birthday. “they’re all so big now. don’t you miss it, babe? my baby in your belly? c’mon…” turns out he reversed that vasectomy without telling you

Reiner

another girl dad. hardcore girl dad.

buys his little princess all number of dresses and barbies, is confused when she’s more interested in the baseballs her classmates have.

accidentally raises the most tomboyish, toughest little girl. still babies her, and she hates it.

cries more than you do on your first date night out when you leave her with your mom. forgets to order his entree at the restaurant because he’s watching the baby monitor app on his phone.

definitely the best at splitting baby duties with you. reiner’s up before you most nights when she wakes, grabbing a bottle and cooing at her lovingly even as she screams. you always try to stay awake to watch him on the baby monitor, though, heart melting as his massive arms rock the tiny bundle back to sleep.

all the neighborhood kids love him because of his size. at every cookout, reiner can’t help on the grill because he’s buried in the grass in a little army of toddlers, led by your daughter, shrieking with joy.

always taking pictures. literally always. unflattering ones when you fall asleep breastfeeding, candids at the zoo, eighteen identical pictures of the lock of hair from her first haircut clogging up his camera roll.

can’t be the bad cop. literally ever. he just can’t say no to his little princess, can’t break her precious little heart by telling her that throwing her food onto the floor is bad.

takes your daughter to mommy & me classes with him

DILF DILF DILF. all the moms in the classes swoon over him and gossip about him when he’s not there; much to your annoyance, reiner never notices, insisting that they’re his “mommy friends”.

always sporting a little bit of glitter on his face or a sticker on his back from your daughter

coming from a fatherless background, reiner nearly kills himself trying to be a constant presence in your daughter’s life (you have to remind him that he has to rest too)

never misses an open house night at school, even if it nearly gets him fired. coaches all of her sports teams. literally almost cries when she makes her first soccer goal. actually does cry when she tells you the boy sitting beside her in class called her his girlfriend. full-blown breakdown on her first day of school, so bad he has to stay home from work.

the absolute BEST through your pregnancy and delivery. always cooking your craving of the week, constant foot and back rubs, stays up all night with you for the three days before the birth when you’re just too swollen and miserable to sleep.

holds your hand through the entire delivery, gets in the doctors’ way when they’re performing checkups because “i’m her father, i need to know what’s going on”

Levi

levi never pictured himself as having children, but when your little surprise arrives, blinking up at levi with his own grey, owlish eyes, levi can’t believe he hadn’t thought of it sooner.

very easily irritated with anyone asking questions about your home life.

when his coworkers ask for your newborn’s name, levi simply says “child.” are you two trying again? “why the fuck do you need to know?”

super overprotective. your baby waves at someone in the supermarket, and levi’s leaning down to explain (in words your eight-month-old can’t yet understand) stranger danger.

totally one of those parents that goes half-crazy trying to get their child into the top-notch, snobby preschool in town.

“we’re not wasting his intelligence on the public school”

levi grew up with basically nothing, so he goes all out buying the best baby products on the market. $2,500 strollers, researching “best baby toys for development”, the whole nine yards.

100% spends months trying to get your child to make a game out of picking up his own toys after playtime, but it never works.

has a meal plan for your child to “optimize nutrition” that you have to sneak around to give your baby little chocolates and junk snacks.

“why are there pringles in his playtime bag? they have no nutritional value.”

vets anyone that comes around your child, even other children. “no more playtime with that evan kid. he’s always got a cold or something.”

he’s always been a light sleeper, but once you have your child, levi snores beside them watching kids’ cartoons on the tv like you’ve never seen him, even drooling as his head lolls, arm tucked tight around your little one.

learned everything he could about labor and delivery beforehand

you almost killed him in the delivery room as he explained each medical detail of your labor symptoms to “reassure” you. he finally got the hint when you threatened to decapitate him.

he thinks it’s shameful, but watching you be a mother turns. him. on. 

wants to take you right there when he catches you breastfeeding, watches you read a bedtime story, spin your child around laughing. you’re just so naturally good at it and it makes him love you all the more, all that love going straight between his legs.

[violet-fluff]

-at the market-

Y/N smelling flowers at a vendor: Wow! These are beautiful AND smell great!

Levi slams money on the till, grasps the flowers and shoves them into your chest: Here.

Y/N watches Levi walk away: O-oh! Thanks!

[everythingseasoning]

How the AOT men love you (SFW & slight NSFW).. PT 1

MINORS: Please DNI. Further reading means you consent to reading everything here, though it's pretty vanilla tbh.

EREN - A bit rough around the edges regarding emotional intimacy. Don't get me wrong, he definitely will straight up tell you "I love you so much, y/n," -- he's not afraid of saying what he feels. However, because he isn't as reflective and insightful and calm as Armin is (Eren's a little more simple-minded), he isn't a guy who does fluffy stuff all the time. He's more about action and adventure -- always pulling you into the next great thing.

*NEEDS* you to be safe, and happy. He will only feel satisfied if you're doing okay. Man cares about you, more than anything else.

Oh .. oh, Eren is definitely very blunt, and stubborn. He sees things in his own way, and it's hard to convince him to back down on anything he's got his mind set to. However, the flip side of this, is that he is fiercely caring, and righteous. Will protect you at all costs, even for little things: Some as*hole at the grocery store cut you off in line and you almost fell to the ground? Eren has a hand on your back and waist, steadying you, before he storms up to the man with the DARKEST look of determined hatred. This man has ZERO chill. (and we love him for it).

You are the most important thing in the world to him. He loves you so intensely and passionately that you won't have a chance to ever doubt it.

Fluff 1) You and Eren like to go on walks/runs together. Sometimes you two have races. Eren always wins (the little b*tch--) or ends up slinging you across his shoulder while running, the biggest smile on both of your faces as you two enjoy the rush of being with each other, and life. Life with Eren is just so right, exciting, and full of good times.

Fluff 2) Just how many beautiful waterfalls have you seen with Eren? You've even hiked a purple-flower covered mountain with him! And you've both tried many wild fruits, from the strange oblong shaped ones to pretty yellow star shaped ones-- Usually you were the one to notice the fruit while Eren glanced giddily all around the forest canopy and ground. It was tradition that whenever you two discovered another fruit plant/tree, Eren opens up the Wild Fruits and Plants You Can Eat book, gifted to you by Armin ("So that Eren doesn't accidentally eat something poisonous.") Sometimes Eren is not as bouncy with energy when you two explore the world, and instead he will hold your hand as you two stroll casually, cuddling up on each other's warmth.

NSFW 1) Eren isn't afraid to just.. straight up ask you.. when he wants it. He will look you up and down, eyes full of hunger. "I want you. How 'bout you?" Whewwww. 😮‍💨

LEVI - ohh boy i have so much to say about this little dude...

Would go absolutely crazy and turn into a battle demon, if he saw the love of his life in danger. ...

If Levi somehow found the right somebody, and actually spent enough time with them to be in a relationship, he would NEED his partner to be safe. He will not risk losing you-- he won't. Not after Isabel and Farlan..not again. So if you're ever in danger, you will see an overpowered beast emerge from that man's body and soul.

Levi isn't the best at emotional intimacy, is very stiff when it comes to words of affirmation. He hadn't ever really thought about love. He never even thought he'd have the option to be safe physically, let alone be safe emotionally. --But when he does meet that person, they light up his life in ways that just stun him. They feel like a summer's glow. He will look 10 years younger with you by his side, will feel unprecedented relief whenever he goes back to you. Will scare all the cadets because he will have this stupid smile on his face whenever he sees you.

--But Levi is not used to being loved deeply. He wouldn't know what to DO with your love, and he'd definitely have trouble opening up and being vulnerable. Nonetheless, I do think he'd try; he has initiative to do well to you, and to give you everything he can give to you (starts off with him being your literal guardian demon, progresses into him becoming soft to you). It'd take time and effort for him to learn how to love you properly.

Fluff 1) In the beginning stages of your relationship, Levi would enjoy cleaning with you. He would find himself giving you commands to do more chores (with him).. because he -- wants to -- be with you -- so often??? (won't ever never admit this).

NSFW 1) Levi is a v*rgin. Yes. Yes he (most likely) is. He never met the right person before you, so he never had a chance/time to indulge in s*x. The first time you and Levi have s*x, Levi will have his mouth CLAMPED shut-- trying not to make a noise, trying to control his expressions of pleasure. You'll have to teach him/encourage him to just let go lol.

NSFW 2) Levi wanted to have s*x with you for so damn long cause he's soooo attracted to you, but he will not initiate it LOLLLL. He just doesn't know HOW to ask for that. You had to feel up on him and really let him know you wanted it (breathy whispers and requests), before he FINALLY took the reigns and pinned you against the wall, kissing you hard before taking you to the bedroom~~!!

Also, he's a fast learner. (Imagine with that what you will 🥵).

Fluff 3) & After you two finish, he will clean you up immediately. But after that he won't let you go. Will hold you in a hug for an eternity. Is addicted to your warmth and the love/care you two give to each other.

ARMIN - OH MY GOD NO BECAUSE - i'm so in love with this man - oKAYYY: Armin is a very thoughtful, perceptive, and practical lover. You would feel *so safe* around him, at ease, and like you can be your full self. He's very accepting.

Armin is also going to *look out for you.* He is insanely analytically accurate. He has a clear, reassuring, and gentle energy about him. You know that with Armin, you'll be protected from any new obstacle or harm's way.

You and Armin would see the world for fun. Armin is somebody who feels fascinated with exploring the world, and with learning. He'd probably want a partner who is brave. He'd probably want somebody whose actions or way of doing life, amaze him. He would be so f*cking blushy around you, stuttering and all, whenever you smile so brightly at him -- you're like the sun to him.

Armin *would die for you.* He practically died already, for Eren & the mission. Armin wouldn't hesitate to give himself up, because that's how deep and true his love is for you. (And you genuinely get mad at him for this... but neither of you will budge-- you'd both die for each other).

Fluff 1) You and Armin like to read together :'). Armin will have red blush dusted across his cheeks, and his eyes will be shining as he talks excitedly, imagining all the things the book talks about. You adore it.

Fluff 2) You tell Armin you had a rough day, and he will set up a bath for you. While you bathe in the dark with candles, Armin will be in the kitchen with stew or soup simmering on the stove, before he quietly leaves the house: He will personally scour the bookstore in order to find a book that he thinks will make you smile-- or a book you two will both enjoy reading together/discussing together. Literally this man is like light okay. When you come out from the shower he will be there with a fresh, steaming bowl of stew and a dessert he picked up from the store. You two will eat together and then read a book, cozily cuddling on the couch.. before things get s*xy.

NSFW 1) This man is a *PLEASURER* -- Everything will be gentle, but imbued with such strong love for YOU. Will worship your body. Armin will feel like the luckiest man alive. He sees all your goodness, admires you, and is huge on praising you. Also he moans a lot, even if it's just a soft one that escapes him. Not sorry.

NSFW 2) For my switches/d0ms: You care deeply for Armin, and you also want to see his face when he's a writhing mess-- Sometimes you'll tie him up, and he will... oh he will be so helpless and flustered. You will be giving him all the sensation and he will *love it so much.*

REINER - Somebody come get yo man TT!! Reiner is a f*cking sweet, really good guy. Would protect you and your children (if you have them)-- with EVERYTHING he has -- from difficult, unfair situations (like what he was put through). But, Reiner also probably would want somebody who is strong, because strength means you can protect yourself, and change the world -- Strength is a necessary trait for survival, and he is attracted towards people who are able to stay efficient and alive.

Reiner wants a morally beautiful/morally pure hearted partner. Definitely wants a good person (I mean... Him and Historia in Season, what was is, 2? --speaks for itself). AND I MEANNN Reiner has such a soft heart-- he literally cracked psychologically because he couldn't handle the trauma of being a double agent in a cruel world-- so his pure heart seeks out another pure heart <3

Reiner would ADORE relaxation time with you! He wants the soft fluff, and the soulful moments, like laying together under the stars-- being safe, peaceful, *free.* Reiner has had the burden of war and the Armored Titan like a boulder on his shoulders for ... as long as he can remember. When you're both cozied up together, hands interlaced under the big night sky, Reiner's heart will have bursted and melted all throughout his body. He hasn't ever felt freedom before-- until you. (don't mind me f*cking sobbing right now. he deserves the world!!)

Fluff 1) You and Reiner sometimes do typical, fluffy couple stuff, like go to parks and have picnics, or going to the aquarium, or baking together. Reiner loves the domestic life with you, and you will always catch him gazing dreamily at you, as if he's not sure you're really his. Are you actually right there in front of him? How did he get this lucky? ..Man short circuits a lot around you.

Will definitely be so caught up in his smittenness for you that when you drop the bread dough on the ground and start getting upset/sad, he will just be staring at you like o// //o, not even realizing what happened.

NSFW: I honestly haven't thought about this but I will update this post when I do have some accurate guess on what Reiner in the bedroom is like-- (you can comment if you wanna be tagged for when I do finish this post/ make part two)

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[aothotties]

Sneaky Link w/ Levi

Warnings: MDNI, Daddy/sir kink, Dom!Levi, Sub!Reader, Levi is your sugar daddy, Levi is in his mid 40s, reader is in her early 20s, pet names (sweetheart, baby, etc.), Oral (m. Receiving), gagging, fingering, edging, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, squirting.

Note: I apologize if I missed anything and for any spelling errors.

Word count: 2160

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Your relationship with Levi is pretty straightforward for the most part. You tell him you want something and the money is in your account within the hour, he says that he wants you face down, ass up and you do just as he asks.

“Daddy!” You whine as you try to get the older man’s attention.

He continues to ignore your calls, but damn are you not a persistent little thing.

“Hm?” He hums as he continues reading the paper in his lap.

“I need you to buy me this new keyboard and monitor for my gaming setup, please?” You ask, batting your long eyelashes as you look up at him.

“Sweetheart did I not just buy you a new keyboard and a new gaming chair?” He questions and you look away shyly.

“Well yes, but there’s a brand new set and I want them both!” You tell him and he simply rolls his eyes and shakes his head.

“Daddy please! You know I’m a good girl. I’ll do whatever you want me to do.” You crawl into his lap and throw the paper to the side.

He watches as the paper makes contact with the couch cushion and chuckles at your antics. You giggle in return and rub your hands up and down his muscular abdomen.

“Let me take care of you daddy, let me show you how much I want them.” You lean in and place gentle kisses up his neck and to his lips.

“Baby…” He says with a cautious tone.

His voice is saying no but his body has a mind of its own. His large hands travel down your back and find their way to your ass.

You silence him with a kiss to his lips and place yourself in his lap fully. Your hips begin to grind against his own and he groans against your soft lips.

“On your knees, now.” He says sternly and you bite your lip at his assertiveness.

“Yes sir.” You obey, sinking down onto the hardwood floor beneath you.

He sits back against the large couch and waits for your next move. You quickly reach for the tie on his sweatpants and tug on it. Your hands brush over his growing bulge and he bucks his hips in response.

He lifts his hips so you can pull down his sweatpants and underwear all at once. You stare in awe at his length, no matter how many times you see and feel him, he still has you in awe.

“Are you going to sit there and stare like an idiot or come fix what you’ve started?” He asks, you clench your thighs at his harsh tone and crawl between his legs.

You take his thick shaft in your hands and stroke up and down at a slow pace. You squeeze harder around the base and tip just like how he likes it, this elicits a groan from him.

He grabs the back of your head and drags you so that your face is hovering over his tip.

“Now isn’t the time for games baby.” You whimper when his hand tightens and bite your lip to hold back a moan.

“Yes sir.” You nod your head and he releases his hold, massaging the area with his fingertips to smooth the irritation.

You wrap your plump lips around the tip and suck on it gently. You relax your throat as you take more of him down your warm throat.

Levi inhales through his nose at the sensation of your throat massaging his length. You gag as you go all the way down to his shaft. You massage his balls gently in your hands and his hands make their way into your hair again.

He directs your head up and down his cock quickly, you grab his thighs and gently dig your nails into them as he fucks your throat. Tears well up in your eyes as he continues hitting the back of your throat as if it’s your cunt.

He pulls out and messily rubs his tip over your lips, you moan at the taste of his precum on your lips. His dick twitches at the way you lick your lips and savor the taste of him.

“Such a good cock slut.” He praises, he guides you to his dick again and pushes your head all the way down. Your nose is touching his abdomen as you swallow around him.

You look up at him and feel your pussy get wet from his low moaning from above you. His bottom lip is between his teeth and his head is thrown back in ecstasy, he looks like a Greek god.

You can’t help but trail your pretty manicured hands down into your shorts to play with your clit.

“Move that hand right now, needy girls don’t get to come when they want.” He grabs your arm and you whine around his dick.

The vibrations from your whining bring him closer to his first release. His eyes squeeze shut as he fucks your throat again, he loves the sound your throat makes when he fucks it.

“Fuck!” He swears as he shoots his come directly down your throat.

You swallow all of him then pull off with a loud pop, you lick your lips again and hum at the taste.

“You always taste so good.” You stroke his cock and lick up and down the veins on the side with your tongue.

You resist the urge to smile at how shaky his breath becomes as you slide your tongue up and down his dick.

“E-enough.” He stutters, pulling you up onto the couch next to him.

You shriek at how quick he is and watch his every move closely. He continues to eye your body all over and you feel yourself becoming shy.

No matter how many times you and Levi have sex or see each other naked you still get flustered when he looks at you.

“Please touch me sir.” You say ever so sweetly, he drags you to the end of the couch by your legs and presses a kiss to your forehead.

Contrary to popular belief, Levi is not as rough as he makes himself seem. Well at least not when he’s fucking the shit out of you. He does have his moments though where sometimes all he wants is a night of tender kisses and slow sex.

“Open.” He commands, his pointer and middle finger making their way into your mouth as he thrust them back and forth.

You close your lips around his fingers and begin sucking on the digits as if it’s his cock. He pulls them out of your mouth and immediately stuffs your cunt full.

Your back arches and your chest presses against his as he fucks you with his fingers. He curls them upward against your sweet spot and you immediately feel warmth build up in your stomach.

“A-ah sir! I’m gonna come please don’t stop!” You beg and close your eyes at the sensation.

“Is that so, little one?” He smirks and pulls his fingers from your desperate pussy, you whine in protest.

Levi smacks your clit in response to your huffing and you bite your lip to keep quiet. You know he’s going relatively easy on you and you don’t want to push your luck.

“On your hands and knees now.” He steps back and allows you to get yourself into position.

You lean forward so your chest is pressed against the mattress and your ass is perched up nice and pretty like he likes it.

He grabs one of your plump cheeks and eyes your leaking hole intensely. His cock twitches at the sight of you clenching around nothing as you wait to be stuffed.

He strokes himself again and rubs his tip against your clit and entrance. You want so badly to push back and take all of him, but if you want this new setup you’ll have to follow the rules.

“Beg.” He commands, still teasing your wet home with his thick tip.

“S-sir please fuck me! I’ll be good for you I swear. I’ve been such a good girl.” You whine as you try and look back at him.

He presses his palm against your back and up to your neck, he grabs the back of your neck with one hand and guides you onto his long dick.

You gasp at the feeling of his thick tip pushing its way into your cunt and grip the sheets as he continues sliding all the way in your heat.

“Breathe sweetheart or else you’re gonna pass out.” He warns as he gives you a moment to adjust to the stretch.

You nod your head and let out a breath as you get used to his size, you find yourself clenching around him when his dick twitches inside of you.

“Please move!” You whimper into the sheets, his large hands grab your hips and he starts to move

He pushes your face down against the mattress and lets out a deep grunt as your cunt sucks him in.

“Such a greedy pussy.” He comments lowly, his hips pick up speed and the sound of your skin slapping together gets louder with each thrust.

“Ah! S-so big sir.” You mewl, gripping the couch cushions tightly as pleasure courses through your body.

“You take it all so well sweet girl. I could fuck you like this for hours.” He groans at the thought and pushes fully into you.

You eyes rolls to the back of your head as his top brushes against your g-spot with each thrust.

Levi grabs your ass and rolls his hips slowly, taking his time to bring you to your first orgasm.

“C-can I come please?” You ask through gritted teeth, your can feel your release pooling in your stomach.

Levi ignores your question and starts fucking into you harder, his thick tip bullying your cervix. His long fingers rub small circles on your clit and your grip tightens around him.

“Let go for me sweetheart, come all over me.” He throws his head back as he pushes deeper inside of you, precum beginning to leak from him.

You gasp as your climax washes through your body, your thighs spasm and you fight to hold yourself up. Levi notices your struggle and laughs at you.

“Came so hard your legs are gonna give out?” He tauntingly asks, his hand making its way into your hair to pull you back against his chest.

The new angle has you coming around him again with absolutely no warning and he halts his movements. He shakes his head in disappointment and grabs your jaw.

“ ‘m sorry, I didn’t mean to!” You apologize quickly and yelp when he smacks your clit.

“You must not want your new gifts, hmm?” He bites the shell of your ear and you shake your head.

“No please! I want them so bad!” You look back at him with remorse in your eyes and he slaps a hand down on your ass.

“You’re lucky you’re pretty.” He tells you before finally pressing his lips to yours.

You sigh into the kiss and relax in his arms, one hand travels down your body and to your wet clit.

As he rubs small circles, both of your orgasms start to build up again. Tears well up in your eyes at the overstimulation, but you keep begging for more

“Gonna make me cum sweetheart.” He says against your lips, you dig your nails into his thigh as your mind clouds with pleasure.

He smiles at your fucked out state and decides to bite down on your neck, you cry out and let the tears fall down your flushed cheeks.

“P-please let me c-cum” you ask desperately, the coil in your stomach ready to snap at any moment.

“Go ahead and come for me pretty girl.” He grants you permission to come and you thank the heavens as the coil in your belly snaps.

Your entire body is overcome with a rush of heat, your head feels light as a feather and you brain is foggy.

You make a mess not only on Levi but the cushions are absolutely soaked.

Levi lets out a deep grunt and empties himself inside of you. He grabs one of your breast and massages your nipple as he thrust his hips slowly to ride out his high.

“Are you still with me?” He asks, looking down at your slumped frame.

He shakes his head when you don’t respond, and he kisses the side of your temple before pulling out of you.

When you awake in the morning you’re wrapped up in one of his warm blankets. You open your eyes and jump up to the site of a brand new keyboard and monitor.

You open up the note on top of the box and feel your heart and cheeks warm up.

‘To the prettiest brat I know ❤️’ - Levi

Ari

[animeficsworld]

The Ending We Deserve

Levi Ackerman x Reader

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Seeing him in a wheelchair made you knees weak.

Humanity’s Strongest Soldier, Levi Ackerman.

When you left the Survey Corps, Levi and you parted. After many years of working together.

He always assumed you got married, had children or died during an attack.

But you never did.

You never moved on. You always loved him.

And now that the war has ended and you rushed to find him.

You heard news that he died along with the others, you heard news that he survived but was terribly injured and you also heard that he went insane and was locked away.

He didn’t notice you, he was talking to a man while you watched from afar.

You debated during the last couple of days whether you should find him and now, you debated if you should even go up to him. Maybe that old wound should not be reopened.

You watched as the man left with his son and you knew, now or never. 

“Humanity’s strongest watching the sunset.” you said as you walked over to him, he turned and looked at you with a shocked expression. “Before you ask, no, I’m not a ghost.”

“Y/N… how?”

“Mikasa told me everything.”

“Everything?”

You simply nodded before you sat down in front of him on the bench.

“I thought I would never see you. I thought you got married or died.”

“I never got married. It was hard to find another dark midget with a terrible attitude.” he smiled, you knew that you were the only friend of his who was still alive. Actually, more than a friend. “I’m sorry, I got scared and I left. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologise, idiot. This way at least I didn’t lose you.” you laughed a little.

You looked at the skin as it turned orange and pink.

“I think you know this, but I have always loved you Levi. Ever since I left, every day, I spent worrying about everyone. But I mostly worried about you.”

“They are all gone.”

“Yes, but we are still here. Our lives shouldn’t stop because theirs did. I rent a room closeby, if you want… I can visit tomorrow.”

“Don’t leave. I have a house, stay there with me.” he offered and you could never say no.

—

Almost a year passed since you decided to go back to Levi.

Almost a year since you two found each other and fell back into the same comfortable partnership that you two had years ago.

And almost a month since you two got married.

The wedding was in a small chapel with no one there. Only you two and a priest.

And it was enough. It was more than enough.

Now, with a simple gold band on both of your fingers, you decided to cook lunch, Levi was outside sitting on the bench, watching as the children of the neighbourhood played. 

You heard him enter the room just as you finished with the food.

“Lunch’s ready.” you said and you felt a pair of arms around you, your back met his chest as he put his head into your neck. You stayed like that, allowing him to have his time.

“I want one.” he said in a low voice, you almost didn’t hear him.

“Lunch? I just made some we can eat-”

“No.” you were confused. What could he mean? You tried to think but you couldn’t realize what he meant.

“W-What do you mean? Tea?” you asked after a few minutes.

“A child.” 

Now, that hit you like a cold shower. No, it was more like hitting a wall while going full speed.

“You what? You want a baby?”

“Yes.” his answer was simple. 

“I didn’t know you would… I couldn’t imagine that you would want a baby.” He pulled back and you turned around, you looked into his eyes.

“Sorry, I didn’t think it through. I guess you don’t want to and its okay.”

“It’s not that.” you said quickly before he could move away from you, you put your hand on his chest, holding him there. “I just never could have imagined that you would want one. B-but I think we can. If you really want to. I would love to have a child with you, Levi.” you smiled at him as he placed his forehead against yours.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” you said.

Who could have thought all those years ago that you would have such a happy ending?

Who could have thought that you will have the ending both of you deserved?

[loveackermannn]

i think a really sweet and subtle detail about levi is that it's very rare when he smiles, but around you, there is an ever-so-slight change in his usual, unmoving expression that anyone (especially erwin) can recognize.

he doesn't necessarily smile, but more, his facial features soften upon seeing you enter a room. his brows don't crease as much and his narrowing gaze relaxes the moment you make eye contact with him – the fondness in the way he looks at you is makes it seem like the rest of the world doesn't exist. his muscles relax almost immediately and his doesn't even realize how clenched his jaw is until he allows himself to let it go loose.

and when erwin teasingly confronts him about the matter, he merely just scoffs, denying any that it was even remotely possible for him to feel any sort of attraction to you.

but deep down, erwin knew all too well.

☆ — 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @saenora , @youre-ackermine , @lovolee3 , @notgoodforlife , @averysmolbear , @bejewelledd , @leviismybby , @evas-leslas , @roseofdarknessblog @cometlevi , @21aurora , @leviykwim (! ! 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝💌)

[eskymoos]

Levi: I'm losing my mind.

Hange: Uhhh- and when did you realize it?

Levi (staring at Y/N from afar): When I first realized that if they kissed me, I'd kiss them back. Harder.

[levi-supreme]

Levi taking care of you when you're sick

Characters: Levi x fem!reader

Genre: Modern!au

Warnings: SFW, fluff. Established relationship. Levi is the best lover anyone can ever ask for. A little self-indulgent. Use of nicknames (princess, baby, babe, love).

A/N: I'm down with a fever and all I want is to have Levi take care of me so, please enjoy this little drabble of Levi taking care of you <3 tbh this can also be for a gender neutral reader, but I decided to tag it as fem!reader because of the nicknames, so read it at your own discretion!!

You woke up feeling like you got run over by a truck, your body unusually sore and aching. Your head was pounding and your throat felt as dry as sand. Weird, you thought. You felt okay last night before you slept.

"L-Levi?" you croaked, your voice cracking and your throat hurting. "Levi? Babe?" you called out, feeling hotter than usual under your layers. Your boyfriend stirred in his sleep and opened his eyes.

"Yes, baby? You're up early," Levi scooted closer to you, but his expression turned sour.

"You're sweating a lot." Levi jumped up and grabbed a thermometer. Touching your forehead, he realised you felt warmer than usual. As the thermometer beeped, he took it out and saw the reading on the screen.

37.8°C. You were having a fever.

"Get up, princess. Wash up. We're going to see Hange." Levi supported you up and carried you to the bathroom, sitting you on the toilet seat and helping you remove your sweaty clothing.

"W-wait, it's only 8am, love... Hange's clinic doesn't open until 10—"

"I'm calling them in a while. Don't worry. Are you able to stand?" You nodded and stepped into the shower, assuring Levi you're fine. Levi quickly went to give Hange a call, and they said they would wait for you two at their clinic.

Once the both of you were done washing up, Levi blew dry your hair and forced you into a thick sweater and comfy track pants. The heat was unbearable and you could already feel yourself getting sweaty, yet Levi said it was better to sweat it all out. Putting on a surgical mask on you and himself, Levi quickly escorted you into his car and began driving to Hange's clinic.

"Oi, four-eyes," Levi pushed the door of Hange's clinic and the loud chime of the bell signalled his arrival. Hange was already at the counter.

"Friendly way to greet your friend who opened up their clinic an hour earlier for you," Hange replied without looking up from their computer, taking a sip of steaming hot coffee from their mug.

"I'm sorry Hange," you let out a few coughs, feeling the swell in your throat, "I know you only start work at 10 and—"

"I'm kidding! Don't be sorry. I was just teasing Levi." Hange laughed and waved their hand before opening the door to one of the consultation rooms, telling Levi to bring you inside. Hange then put on a pair of gloves and a surgical mask and took your temperature. Your temperature was now 38.0°C.

Taking a stethoscope, Hange began asking you questions about your symptoms and you recounted them to the best of your ability. Levi had an arm on your shoulder, giving you reassuring squeezes and rubbing your back whenever you coughed. Hange wrote the prescriptions on a small card before handing it to the pharmacist through a small sliding window. Opening the door, Hange told you and Levi to wait outside.

"Remember to take your medicine on time and you'll recover within the next few days, okay?" Hange smiled as Levi collected the medicine from the pharmacist. You nodded while suppressing your cough and Hange frowned.

"Don't do that, it's bad for your throat. Also, no cold drinks or food, no snacking, and no physical activities even after you've recovered." Levi grunted a word of thanks as you waved goodbye before walking you out of Hange's clinic, making a beeline straight home.

"Go take a shower, princess. I'll cook you some soup." Levi told you as he unlocked the door, helping you remove your shoes. You felt really lethargic all over and badly needed to nap, yet you knew you had to get a rinse to cool down your temperature. You slowly made your way to the bathroom and took a well needed cold shower, hissing in pain whenever the cold water hit your skin. When you were done, you made your way to the dining table. Levi was still in the kitchen, and you could catch a whiff of fragrant soup.

"I know you don't have much of an appetite, but you need to eat, okay? Drink some soup first. I cooled it already." Your boyfriend gave you a soft kiss on your forehead and pushed the bowl of vegetable soup in front of you. You took a good look and realised it wasn't the bowl you usually used for meals, but a smaller-sized one. You gave him an appreciative smile before taking a sip while Levi sat beside you.

"Mm... It's good," you took slow sips, coughing sometimes as Levi rubbed your back.

"Want more? I'll get you another bowl." Levi stood up and went to the kitchen with your half-empty bowl, coming back with a new piping hot bowl of soup. You took your time and finished your soup, feeling your throat less scratchy and dry compared to how it was in the morning.

"Come on, let's get your hair dried and you need to take a nap." Your boyfriend held you up and walked you back to the bedroom. You could feel your head spinning and the aches all over your joints, you couldn't wait to fall asleep. Levi helped you sit and began blow drying your hair for you, making sure he wasn't accidentally pulling your hair or scratching your scalp too hard. The soft pressure from Levi's fingers combing through your hair was so comforting that you nearly dozed off without realising. Once Levi was done, he quickly got you your medication and made sure you took all of them before tugging you into bed, making sure you were comfortable.

With your head on your pillow and your blanket covering your entire body, Levi was closing the curtains when you softly said "b-babe," after a small coughing fit, cringing after hearing how hoarse your throat was. Levi hummed in response.

"... can you nap with me?"

Levi turned around and gave you a grin, "yeah, of course, princess. Give me a sec, okay?" and he left the bedroom for a short moment before coming back with a huge flask of water and your water bottle, setting it on top of the bedside drawer. Levi got under the covers and gently pulled you closer, letting your back rest against his sturdy chest as he loosely draped an arm around you.

"Y-you don't—cough—you don't have to be s-so close," you shivered, "I'm really w-warm, and I don't want to pass my f-fever—cough—to you—"

"Shhh, it's fine," he pressed a fleeting kiss on your crown, "you're toasty." Levi let out a long breath before pulling you closer to him. "go to sleep, love. Before I knock you out." you bit your lower lip and tried to hide your laughter, instead you broke into a coughing fit. You briefly turned to look at your boyfriend.

"Don't be mean babe, I'm sick."

"And I'll take care of you until you recover," Levi gave you another small smile and pressed a kiss to your cheek, "go to sleep. I'll wake you up before dinner." you nodded and closed your eyes, listening to your boyfriend's slow breathing behind your back. Levi kept his eyes on you, watching you until the crease between your brows disappeared before joining you in dreamland.

A/N: This is also a reminder to drink more water and eat your fruits and veggies, and take care of yourself!!! <3

Tagging: @levi-lover @ack3rlady @cinnamonlevi @roralore @imkumichan @kristinecharmm @notgoodforlife @jean-prettyboy-kirschtein @sweet-assh0le @hannie2kay @ack3rlevi @levislovingwife @galactict3a @hauntedhousecat @suukee @thesimpsstuff @ackermendick @greenfurret @evas-leslas @levisbrat25 @chaotic-nick @lilshades @svftackerman @youre-ackermine @ladycheesington

Levi imagines, scenarios, drabbles master list | Levi main master list

[wrixthesley]

Levi overthinking everything the moment you’re a bit late or not following your usual routine (that he has memorized of course)

*cries into my pillow because I will never hold Levi’s hand* day im sorry this took me 91747283 years to answer

cw: smidge of anxiety, mentions of Levi in the military, its a happy, fluffy ending tho <3

He tries not to worry, but the drink he’s ordered for you has gone cold and your half of the cake just sits there reminding him that you’re late.

It’s not like you to be late, at least not without a heads up. You agreed earlier in the day to meet at your favorite spot, a little coffee shop with the best baked sweets that served as one of your first dates with Levi.

The sound of the door opening has his head turning every time only for his gaze to return to the empty seat in front of him. He wants to text you, to call you and ask if you’re okay. Maybe you need him to pick you up or your stuck at work and can’t make it. He could call your work number and ask but he’s trying not to overreact.

The girl at the counter must realize he’s stressed because he keeps running his hands through his hair and offers to replace your drink for free with a sympathetic smile. Levi nods, giving a quick thanks before she disappears with the old beverage.

He’s looking down at his phone for the nth time and he knows he has no new notifications, knows nothing has changed except that the time keeps passing. Levi’s trying to convince himself you’re fine, you’re okay, you’re still here but he remembers the countless times he’s repeated those same things to himself when it came to his comrades who never came home.

The waitress sets your drink down in front of Levi and something else other than the cake.

“I think it’ll be better” she smiles before walking away. Levi doesn’t argue, he knows you’ll try it. You’re not one to stick to a routine, you like spontaneous. It’s why you say Levi is definitely your better half, he’s who keeps you both on track. He’ll remind you when it’s almost time to leave, he’ll grab your jacket, and yes he’ll stop the car to take a picture of you on the side of the road with flowers.

He loves that about you, wishing he could allow himself to be just as free as you are, but the uncertainty scares him more than he’ll ever admit. He finds comfort in your embrace at night when your sleepy voice tells him that you’ll always be right where he needs you.

He jumps again when the door opens, this time its you. You’re holding a sunflower, an impulse purchase, he knows you. He knows that’s probably why you’re late and that you’ll tell him all about why you just had to stop and get it.

You scan the room until you find him, thanking him for ordering your drink for you and you can’t wait to try what he picked out for you.

He makes a note to tip the waitress extra.

“Levi” you say, out of breath, “I got you a flower!”

You hold it out for him to grab, he wishes he could take a picture of you now. Your smile reaches your eyes and he wants to kiss you.

He takes the flower from you, lets you talk about how they were on sale and you just had to grab one. He reaches out for your hand, happy to hold it.

“Thank you. I love you.” He says, a small smile on his face because you’re here with him. Sunflower and all.

[jeanbie]

WORDLESS #1 ★ masterlist.

pairing: levi x reader

genre: sugar daddy & contract killer au | warnings: mentions of blood and violence, unconventional relationship, angsty themes, smoking mention, mature rating, potentially ooc levi | wc: 4.2k

note: there will be overall 5 parts to this series. see end for more notes ^^ could be a little bit ooc but it's all fiction anyway so lets use our imaginations :P btw i dont speak french so sorry to my french readers

★ ch1. ch2. ch3. ch4. ch5

⏤ Sometimes, saying “I love you” is inappropriate, and given your circumstances, you think it might send Levi over the edge if he hears them again.

Now, it definitely was not a stretch to assume that everything in Levi’s life was indeed unconventional. People didn’t need to understand that what Levi did for work was something that, by the law, was considered unprofessional and inhumane, and so when asked, Levi sufficed for “clean-up work”, and questions weren’t asked. If they were, Levi came up with a slightly more conventional lie, to make up for the reality that was Levi working on the clock, killing nobodies for a bit of cash.

Erwin, his right-hand man, had expressed how unconventional Levi seemed to be over a dinner in Venice, a little restaurant tucked away unconventionally in a street that did not belong to America. Levi spoke four languages comfortably, and had parents retiring in the Canary Islands. Levi donated money to women’s charities and mental health services, and helped bribe his cousins into Ivy Leagues. Levi was a Joe-Exotic in the making and owned a rescue black panther named Elio, and had houses across the globe for use when working. And, Levi was dipping his toes into playing house with a sugar baby who was only five years younger than him, of whom he had met in a stakeout which involved the hit being on your brother’s head. Unconventionally, you led him to his target, and afterwards, dined with him in a Thai restaurant.

Things in Levi’s life were far from ordinary, but perhaps it was the denial of mundane comforts that kept Levi going. If he went back to normality, to working a shitty customer service job like when he was seventeen, dumping trash into overflowing piles behind the off-license he worked at, things wouldn’t be the same. Levi would feel alien, like he didn’t belong. At least here, amongst the pain and the bullets and the years worth of trauma packed in his wrinkles (which, yes, if he looks hard enough, he can see some cursing his twenty eight year old skin), Levi felt like he sort of belonged. In an unconventional way.

Having met Levi during his line of work, there were difficulties in being Levi’s sugar baby. For one, he always felt guilty for having murdered your brother, even though you heavily supported the hit. Your brother was a jerk, a bully with money, someone who had wronged your entire family, turned off your younger sister’s life support when there was a chance of her survival. Asshole, he deserved it. Secondly, Levi was impractical and irrational and often acted selfishly, meaning he was often out of the country on work, only available in whispers for a few hours and then he was gone, compensating with a few sums of cash.

He tried his best. Levi, despite technicalities including his work and his past and his occasional mean streak, genuinely cared about other people. When he could, he made the effort, otherwise not attempting to make promises to you that he could not keep. Levi knows that he got really lucky when he found you. You didn’t ask questions. Nobody was better for him.

However, Levi was selfish, and broken, and in refusal of fixing what was wrong with him. When it was of convenience, Levi drew comparisons to the last girlfriend he tried to entertain. One who wronged him, and died when he tried to repair everything she had destroyed. Levi carries that with him like the tattoos on his skin, a permanent memory, and something that often disturbs what could be and should be between the both of you.

Levi is worthy of love, and capable of loving. On days where Levi is free to lounge without the guilt of not working, you find it is so easy to love him. But, it can’t be that way. You couldn’t just tell him that. Telling him that you loved him would be inappropriately unconventional. Sometimes, saying “I love you” is inappropriate, and given your circumstances, you think it might send Levi over the edge if he hears it again.

(1) Holding their hands when they are shaking.

Levi is in his living room, his right leg bouncing like a spring as he cradles an infant glass of whiskey. His eyes are glazed, yet wide, staring at the Seoul city draped in darkness and neon, and without even looking inside, you know that his brain is spinning, thoughts chaotic and loud.

“Hey,” you call out to him, and his eyes stutter to the left to catch you in the doorway, “I heard you get up. What’s wrong?”

Levi shakes his head gently. “Nothing, baby, go back to bed. I’ll be up in a minute.”

Levi often makes comments without expectancies. You stand in the doorway that connects the living room to the long hall that stems into bedrooms and bathrooms, and watch him for a moment. His whole body vibrates like a speaker, his hands trembling as the glass drains and he reaches for a second, or a third, or maybe a tenth. You want to sigh, without being patronising, but you know that any sign of sympathy is mistaken for that whenever Levi is around to make the judgement.

He looks back to the skyline and frowns, his attention panning from the window to his phone that buzzes blue, but he ignores. Stepping across the cool wooden floorboards, you approach him sleepily and take a seat next to him on the sofa. Neither of you move, but he recognises you’ve moved. He bristles slightly, like it was unexpected.

“You can take your time,” you suggest to him, and his hands ache in his lap as he sets the glass down on the coffee table with a careless thud. He scoffs, devoid of emotion, and dips his head so his chin is near his collarbones. In his lap, those hands shake. “Maybe don’t drink so much tonight.”

“I’m clearing my head,” he insists weakly. Those hands still shake.

Brows creased with a pinch, you swallow the unease and reach for his hands. Levi doesn’t say anything as you do so, enveloping his hands in yours, and so suddenly the shaking ceases. Like trying to block the shakes from reaching his wrists, your hands keep his safe.

“I know,” you understand honestly, because you do know what he’s going through. “How about tea, or something? To calm down, calm down the mess that’s up in there.”

Your chin is on his shoulder, and he smiles softly. “Are you calling me messy?”

“Nah, I’m calling your brain messy,” you reply. “It’s a cruel fucking brain.”

“Hate my brain.”

“Today, we hate it.”

Levi’s head turns slightly so that he can see you, and in his lap, his thumbs brush across your skin.

“Thank you,” Levi says quietly, attempting a smile that doesn’t quite convince. It doesn’t necessarily have to, not tonight anyway. His phone continues to flash like a light show, Erwin’s name in bold. “Fuck. I’ll take the call, and then I’ll come back to bed, okay?”

You nod, “Mm, okay. Want me to make a drink?”

“I don’t need it,” Levi concludes. “Not today.”

(2) Tucking the sheets around them when they stir during the night.

Sometimes Levi wakes up in the night due to nightmares, but tonight, it’s different.

Beside him, you stir uncomfortably and kick his leg for the fourth time. He huffs and looks over, trying to figure out if you’re awake and indignant, or lost in the dream. He settles on the latter when you strain out the name of your brother and his heart swoops with a dull ache.

“You’re just dreaming, baby, come on,” Levi mutters quietly into your ear, holding you in place to calm the thrashing. “He’s not here anymore, I’m here. Y/N.”

It subsides after a few minutes, making it the longest you’ve gone on record. He looks into your sleepy, upset eyes as you break awake and brushes the hair out of your face. He tries to smile for you, and maybe you can’t see in the dark.

“I’ll get you some water,” Levi suggests gently. “Hm? Sweet thing. It’s just a dream.” He says this into your hair in a hug, leaving a kiss on your temple as he breaks. “You’re fine.”

“I’m fine,” you breathe uneasily, and he separates to get a glass of water and returns to find you sleeping again. What relief Levi might have is exhaled as he sets the glass on the bedside table, stroking your hair until he moves away with the sudden realisation that this is not a normal exchange.

Before Levi decides to leave again, he makes sure the bed is made and that you are safe; he tucks the duvet in tightly and presses a kiss to your forehead before grabbing his coat by the front door and leaving your apartment, one tucked in the city so far that Levi finds it a hassle to visit.

(3) Travelling long distances just to see them.

For three days now, you have been in Colmar, and Levi is beginning to feel lonely. It had been his idea to send you away, when the heat on his long, long feud with a rival colleague threatened your safety. In return, you got a new apartment that Erwin had found closer to Levi’s own when your address got leaked, and Colmar could be considered a vacation if you pretended for long enough.

With tensions cool and the coast somewhat clear, Levi picks the skin around his fingernails as a distraction before deciding that enough was enough. He missed you, and missed how you were always around for him when he needed you most. This is what drives him to jumping on a plane in his company’s name, and flying to France.

A small boat passes underneath the bridge you are standing on, and your hands dig into the barrier as you arch to smile at the tourists beneath. One catches a glimpse of your denim skirt and cherry print blouse in the sunshine and extends his hat with a wave, and you wave back. France is nothing like Seoul, and is indeed warm and fruitful and unique. The sun is hot, the sky is clear, and the streets are filled with an atmospheric buzz of friendliness, the smell of coffee and some food you don’t know yet entrapping your senses.

“Madame, je peux vous prendre en photo?”

Hearing the voice, you turn your body left and prepare to face the tourist, but instead you are welcomed with the sight of Levi dressed in black, sunglasses sliding down his nose with a smile. He does hold a camera in his hands, although teasingly.

“Oui,” you quip, posing cutely and Levi takes a photograph anyway, to humour the moment, to print when he gets back to Seoul. You join his laughter as he peers at the photograph and he walks without looking up towards you.

“When did you get here?” you ask him, a round of laughter from the little boat making you turn to stare at them with a giggle.

“Bout an hour ago,” Levi replies, and he shuts off the camera and puts it in his coat pocket. It’s only a small camera, probably cost him a crumb to buy from a vintage store. He meets your eyes with a comfortable smile and rounds in, pressing your lower back against the bridge barrier and circling your arms around you. Carefully, then, he kisses you, tasting the suncream on your skin as his lips wander from yours to the skin around your face.

“Miss me?”

“Terribly,” Levi responds. “I am so bored when you’re not around. You always have something to do, always have something to say.”

You hum in response. “I’m glad I’m of some entertainment for you.”

“Oh, for sure,” agrees Levi. “I don’t think I’ve used my brain so often when I’m away from work as much as I do when I’m with you. Did you know that you’re one of the smartest people I’ve ever met?”

“Wow,” you exclaim with a smile. “Hire me.”

“Ha!” he remarks, kissing you again and taking your hand in his. He moves, back in the way you came. “Over my dead body.”

(4) Making their favourite meal when they are having a hard day.

“You.”

“Not now, Y/N, I’m working,” Levi replies non committedly. He fists his hair.

“Not up for discussion right now,” you huff, and he has the nerve to glare at you which only makes you uncomfortably angry. “You haven’t eaten in fourty eight hours, and I’m not about to be held responsible for your death when you die of hunger, so get your ass in the kitchen before I dump this food over your stupid head.”

He challenges you. “You’re brave talking to somebody who could destroy your life like that.”

“Do it, I literally have nothing to lose,” you answer. “Please eat something. I made it with love and care.”

Levi relents, sighing at his paperwork but nonetheless moving away from his home office and following you like a child towards the direction of the kitchen. He feels bad, you know he feels bad, and he circles his arms around your body as you walk, stumbling into the space of the kitchen and smelling the familiar aroma of pork rice stew. Alas, he sees the bowl steaming in his spot at the table and his eyes follow you as you hum and set start to washing the dishes.

“Y/N-”

“No words, just eating,” you instruct. “Bone apple teet.”

He takes a seat. “You know that’s not the phrase, right?”

“Tell that to the Internet,” you sigh.

(5) Giving them a kiss before going to work and they are still in bed.

Levi prefers to see you when he doesn’t have work the next day, because leaving when you’re asleep is an asshole move in any dictionary. So, when one of his men phones him at four in the morning and relays the horror that someone’s died on his property, Levi has to fight the demons that almost convince him to hand the job over to somebody who gives a fuck about the intruder stuck on his barbed fence.

He gets up, anyway.

Next to him, in the bed that belongs to you because this is your new apartment, Levi stares down at you and feels a tug in his stomach. Guilt, it follows him everywhere like a ghost.

Before he leaves, he likes to give you a little kiss for the morning, so the tingling sensation reminds you that despite being an asshole and leaving without properly saying goodbye, he still gives several shits about you, and will be back when he can be.

(6) Tucking your head into their neck during a hug.

Levi wants to hang Erwin for making him remember the reasons why you had to move across the city to a new apartment.

It had, of course, been Levi’s fault, and when the notification came from an exhausted worker in his line of work that the alarm system in your apartment had been triggered for an intruder, Levi remembers all he saw was red.

The front door was forced open, a body indent in the wood and the front porch ransacked and littered with shards of glass and bullets. Inside was no prettier, with mess scattered everywhere and photos smashed on the floors. The carpets were stained with red that Levi prayed was just wine, the glass coffee table in two pieces and a knife covered in red on the floor. Levi and his men, along with the few police officers Levi could actually trust in this god-forsaken hellhole, noticed that the blood belonged to one of the intruders who lay dead on the stairs.

Nobody knows how Levi got through the apartment so fast, and why, without any hesitation, he murdered the remaining intruders without suggesting questioning and torture. That was his go-to when it rarely concerned you. He wanted those stupid enough to even try and go after you to really fucking regret it as he picked off fingernails and made them suffer for hours or days. This time he just killed, and moved onwards, calling your name like a mantra.

Levi could have cried when you emerged, petrified, from inside one of the closets. Upon seeing you, Levi collapsed his gun on the floor and stepped towards you protectively, pulling you in tightly for a hug. Sobbing into his neck, you hugged him tighter, feeling finally safe when his hand held the back of your head, like you were a precious thing that was of value.

You were of the highest value to Levi.

“Fuck you,” Levi barks suddenly, and Erwin shrugs and exits the office. All he had asked was if he loved you.

(7) Lightly kissing on top of a freshly formed bruise.

There might be the assumption that Levi comes home with more bruises than you do. Which is true, technically, and there’s no hesitation from your end in nursing them to a comfortable recovery.

On rare occasion, Levi comes home and finds you exhibiting a new purple blob on your skin. Like today. 

Levi hasn’t seen you in two days, and when he lets himself into your apartment with the key he has glued to him at all times, he follows the silence and light to the bathroom. You sit on the edge of your bathtub, gently rubbing cream on your knee in little circles.

“What happened here?” he asks quickly, and you continue rubbing with your tongue poking out between your lips.

“You’ll laugh, don’t ask,” you mutter.

“Hey, I won’t laugh,” Levi says. He rests his weight against the doorframe, “You open the front door the wrong way again?”

Ha! You laugh humourlessly. “Worse!” You look up at him sadly, “I tripped in the parking lot carrying my groceries. It’s on camera and everything, I want to die.”

Levi pokes the inside of his mouth to resist laughing. “Well, fuck. That’s your leg ruined.”

“I know,” you pout. “Good thing you’re my sugar daddy- wanna pay for cosmetic leg surgery?”

“I like your bruised up legs,” says Levi.

“Me too, but not these ones.”

“Jesus, that’s enough cream on your skin,” Levi exclaims, moving forward to snatch the cream from your hands. “More is not better. Come on, you’re okay.”

“It hurts.”

“Boohoo,” he sighs. You don’t move. “Ugh, whatever. Come’re.”

Levi drops the cream tube onto the sink but it clatters into the bowl. He’ll move it later if he remembers to, and he pretends it’s hard to pick you up off the bathtub and carries you swiftly out of the bathroom and into the living room. Things have barely moved since he last came to visit; the swarms of paper still invade your coffee table and your laptop is on sleep mode by a half-empty coffee cup filled with hot chocolate, because he knows your standing on coffee. Everything is a lot messier now that you’ve decided you want to go back to school, but at least Levi knows it keeps you busy when he’s away.

“Oh,” he says suddenly, as you’re sat down with one leg up around him still. He pokes at a spot on your leg and you squirm, “there’s another one.”

You peer to look, “Oh, yeah, that one’s you.”

“Oh.” He pauses, “Pretty, though.”

You huff like a little baby and he dares you with raised eyebrows. That keeps you silent and Levi moves his body at an angle to the right, sweeping to kiss the bruise better, the bruise that he made a few nights ago with tender love and care.

“All better,” he assures.

“It feels better already.”

“Mm. Magic.”

(8) Buying them something unrequested because it made you think of them.

“So, I was at a school fayre today.”

“Really?” Levi sits with his laptop on his legs, and your legs are tangled around his body like some sort of jungle maze. He rarely works on his bed, not unless the work is sudden and he can’t help it. You’ve just come in, dived on the bed and claimed his waist as something to squeeze your legs around.

“Yep. Like, one of those little craft things where students sell their shit and make money from it. You know, supporting local artists! It’s really cute, if I was good at something I’d have participated.”

Levi thinks of things you’re good at, and there’s a lot. “Aw. There’s always next year.”

“Yeah,” you reason. “Anyway- point is, is that I got you something.”

Levi stills for a second, glancing over his right shoulder to see you, “Me?”

“Yep. You.”

“What did you get?” he asks, and then he’s back to checking blueprints.

You untangle your legs and slide off the bed, retreating to your bag slung across the room by the bedroom door. From here, you take out a small little pin-badge and when you’re sat next to Levi again, you fiddle with it until it catches his attention.

“What’s this?” asks Levi.

“It’s a badge of honour,” you claim, and you slip it into his palms. He fingers the front when he examines it, reading the little words of “Number One Dad” and he stares up at you. “Like it?”

“It’s for me?” he asks again.

“Yeah. You can wear it and like, I don’t know, think of me,” you shrug.

Levi thinks for a moment. Even though it’s stupid, and cliche and a little bit embarrassing, he still thinks it’s funny and thoughtful.

“Want me to wear it to work?” he asks you.

“Oh, absolutely,” you encourage. “I’ll get your friend Erwin an uncle badge if he wants one. He's a nice guy.”

“Hey, you’re mine and he’s not allowed a relationship to you, no matter what definition,” Levi mutters. “He wants a sugar niece, well…he’ll have to look somewhere else.”

You gape. “Wow. Who thought you had it in you to be so possessive.”

“Please, with a pussy like that of course I’m possessive,” he teases. He’s joking.

“My power,” you sigh anyway, and jump off the bed claiming that you’re hungry. Levi looks at the badge again and pops it in his breast pocket before he loses it and regrets it.

(9) Participating in their hobby even if it doesn’t personally interest you.

Levi’s bored out of his brain.

He has no idea how you can be so fascinated by this stupid game where you’re essentially in debt, but he still sits and watches you tour him around this weird island that is inhabited by ducks and an ugly gorilla villager dressed in pink. And to think that he had a part to play in all of this, because his bank account definitely helped pay for this Nintendo Switch and game.

“Do you like my beach?” you ask him. It’s literally just sand and one coconut tree, and a few shells by the water. Oh, there’s a beach chair on there too, but it makes little difference. “I’m poor, I can’t afford furniture yet.”

“Can’t you just make it?”

“I can, but I’m sick of making axes to collect wood,” you explain with a grudge against the fact that tools now break in this Animal Crossing game. Levi hums like he’s invested, and he tries to be, because he cares about you too much to unintentionally hurt your feelings by displaying his crippling disinterest.

“Oh. Makes sense.”

“Can I show you my hybrid flower garden?”

He sighs. “Yeah, you wanted to show me all of your island, right?”

You nod enthusiastically. “Once you’ve had a tour, I can make you a profile and you can play too. You can live next door to me!”

“Why can’t we share a house?” Levi presses.

“Because I don’t think it works like that, babe,” you confess. “Anyway. Here’s my garden.”

(10) Sitting in comfortable silence while eating a meal.

He’s tired. You’re tired.

The radio plays quietly updating Seoul on the fires that spread across the city today, and Levi smells like smoke and salt. He keeps his head down as he eats his meal, something he brought home with him to make up for the fact that he’s been absent for almost a week now. You have so many things to say and he has so many things he needs to say to make up for everything, but nothing is said tonight.

You know he’s having a hard time, because Levi’s been smoking again. He smoked on the balcony earlier, and once again in the bedroom. There are now ashtrays around your own apartment, and you don’t even smoke. Levi takes a drink of bourbon and swallows it dry.

You look up at him from across the table, not wanting to press the issue when you know it’ll end in an argument, and then sex to make up for it. You’re both too tired to fuck today, too tired to speak. Just being in each other’s company is enough for tonight. The only words he says are goodnight and something you don’t catch as you’re drifting off to sleep. Levi’s awake all night, the fires burn until early hours, and the smoke smell is still there in the morning even when he isn’t.

[levmada]

A steamy make up sesh with virgin!Levi where he cums in his pants from grinding and you kissing his neck. He gets so fucking embarrassed.

virgin levi >>>>>>>>>>

//fem!reader

it’d be underwhelming if it wasn’t so fucking hot. naturally he has no idea what he's doing except that he likes your heavy tongue buried in his mouth and the feel of your soft breasts heaving against his own chest. even though his hands are so shaky and he doesn't know whether to lay you on your back or pull you on top, so you lay on your sides in bed. he has your thin shirt in a strangled hold. he wears nothing except for his boxer briefs, you in your panties.

his thick abdominals twitch under your touch, under the covers, in near-darkness. what he knows is he needs you closer, he's constantly worming closer even though there’s no space left to close. against his wet thigh and through your panties, there's a pounding heat that's driving him crazy.

he's dizzy. the one little fact that you’re just as turned on as he is, that you want him, makes him hot let alone everything else. the first touch of your thigh between his own sends an electric shiver to his core, and you taste his moan, down your throat.

you keep rubbing. he’s so worked up, you don’t want to stop—you need to make him fall apart like this. this desire burns in and through you, and so you lug him on top, pushing your thigh once again up against the hard heat between his.

the added pressure tears his lips away from yours just to gasp, a sticky line of saliva still connecting them.

unable to think, let alone wonder if he should apologize for needing you this bad, take off your clothes or ask what he should do, he buries his face in your neck and bullies his arms behind your neck so he’s holding you as tight as you are him.

“Keep going,” you breathe. “Needta come? Come humping my thigh?”

his thick thighs squeeze together, making him moan loudly at first, and then in a soft, shy slew when he starts moving.

“So good, huh?”

“Fuck,” he whines. your fingers rake through his soft hair, tugging, and the echoing sting sings with the pleasure.

he’s so fucking sensitive, and it shows in his messy thrusts when your get your teeth on his neck. his face burns. he’s so achy, all his attention centers in on coming, draining his fucking balls like this. he’s dangerously close stupidly quickly, so that even the faint moans he muffles in your neck pitch higher from embarrassment.

“I can’t. Fuck, it’s.” he struggles. “‘m sorry, fuck, fuck…”

a noise of your own touches his throat, along with the marks you’re leaving there. “God, you’re so fucking hot.”

your fucking voice, and then he’s freezing up and gasps when he comes, clawing at and clinging on. the hot mess pools in his boxers, but he can't even bring himself to fucking care when it feels this good.

he’s so fucking embarrassed about it, yeah. maybe he won’t be later when you last not a minute with his fingers playing with your clit.

[levisforgottentea]

[1:07]

You honestly had no idea why or even how but Levi followed you to the bathroom.

Levi squad and some of Hanji’s squad sat in the food hall, drinking tea around a rather long table. You stood up as you declared “I’m gonna go get ready for bed” and Levi just hurried after you. Sure it left some baffled even bamboozled faces behind.

Just as you reached for the handle, Levi whispers from behind “(Name) let me.. let me join you”

Fuck it was out of character for him but hey you got to spend time with your boyfriend. You were washing your face and he leant against the bathtub behind you as he studied your every movement in the mirror.

“(Name).. you’re beautiful”

An: mini drabble since I stood in the bathroom removing my make up lol. Kinda wanna make a oneshot😭

[jubilee40]

Prison Boyfriend/Penpal Series

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Prompts:

The reader is lonely (desperate) one night and after a couple of glasses of wine she decides to apply to be a prison penpal.

Or

Reader is a part of a good Samaritan organization that helps reform prisoners.

This series will be a combination of my ideas and your requests.

This series will most likely have more smut, dark content, and angst then fluff.

All of the fics will be in a Modern World AU

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION

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ATTACK ON TITAN

EREN YEAGER

LEVI ACKERMAN

REINER BRAUN

BUNGO STRAY DOGS

OSAMU DAZAI

FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY

YUKI FUKUZAWA

JUJUTSU KIASEN

TOJI FUSHIGURO

SATORU GOJO

SUGURU GETOU

RYOMEN SUKUNA

KENTO NANAMI

MY HERO ACADAMIA

KATSUKI BAKUGOU

IZUKU “DEKU” MIDORIYA

KEIGO “Hawks” TAKAMI

TOMURA SHIGARAKI

TOYA “DABI” TODOROKI

KAI “OVERHAUL” CHISAKI

JIN “TWICE” BUBAIGAWARA

TOKYO REVENGERS

MANJIRO “MIKEY” SANO

KEN “DRAKEN” RYUGUJI

NAHOYA “SMILEY” KAWATA

SOUYA “ANGRY” KAWATA

RAN HAITANI

RINDOU HAITANI

HARUCHIYO SANZU

WAKASA IMAUSHI

HAKKAI SHIBA

SHUJI HANMA

[aothotties]

How they help you get over someone

| Eren | Armin | Reiner | Jean|

Word count: 1016

Warnings: Levi is in his 30s, car sex, mating press, pet names (mama), squirting, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex.

“But i just feel so dumb, im literally so stupid” you huffed to your gym buddy, Levi as you spotted him.

He finished his set then sat up and turned towards you 

“Y/N, you're so young. You're going to make mistakes plus you're a girl. No ones mad at you for believing what he said to you and having sex with him” he said plainly 

You always vented to Levi when you were upset and he always found a way to give you great advice and help you through everything. Him being older made it easier to trust him because you felt like he was grown grown and had it all together

“I'm mad at myself. I feel like I'm too old to still fall for the same bullshit I fell for in highschool. Were you like me at my age?” you stated as tears threatened to spill from your eyes

“ I was worse” , he responded, “don't feel bad about it. Its a normal thing for you to be upset that he fucked you then never spoke to you again, youre not the problem. Any woman, no matter what age, would be upset about that. I mean there's some succubuses out there that just smash everyone and don't feel a thing, but most women aren't like that”

You couldn't lie, levi always reassured you and made you feel better about making regular human choices and never allowed you to beat yourself up for making mistakes

You both finished your workout and left the gym. He walked out next to you and made sure you were safe in the parking lot because it was late at night. You stopped at the car and he pulled you into a hug

“You'll be alright, mama. Don't be so hard on yourself” he said and you buried your face in his chest and began to cry 

Even though his words made you feel better you were still sad. He rubbed your back and let you get it all out and refused to let go until you finished crying

You pulled away and wiped your tears on your shirt

“Thank you, i really appreciate you, Levi” you said to him once you composed yourself

“Dont worry about it, i'm always here if you need me” he responded.

You stared up at him completely enamored. You had the strongest feelings for him and had them for a while. You tried sleeping with that other guy thinking it would help you get over him but it clearly didn't work. You just ended up sad and crying in his arms which strengthened your feelings. You were convinced Levi didn't feel the same and you were too sacred to say anything in fear that it would ruin the friendship you have

“Aye aren't you glad you asked me to be your gym partner”, he said trying to change the subject

“yeah , i guess” you laughed as you responded 

“You guess? You know you wanted to be like me, that's why you approached me and asked for my help” he nudged you a little bit as he teased 

“That definitely not the reason i approached you but yeah let's go with that” you told on yourself before you even had the chance to realize it

He looked down at you and smirked as he nodded, “ yeah i know”

He confirmed in that moment that he knew exactly how you felt about him and apparently he felt the same because he grabbed you by your wrist and pulled you towards his car

Levi drove a nice white tesla and you had been dying to see the inside 

He had you in the back seat folded completely in half as he pressed his weight onto you 

His dick was reaching so far inside you that your mind went blank. All you could do was moan his name while he fucked you at a steady pace.

Sweat rolled down his abs as he was sliding in and out of your dripping wet pussy. He was mesmerized by the way you were sucking him in. He was also taken aback at how good your body looked folded under him.

Sometimes at the gym he would make slick comments about your ass but you never realized it was his way of telling you he felt the same.

“Fuck Levi, r-right there. Im gonna cum baby” you whined as you grabbed his biceps 

His pace didn't change and he continued to fuck you all the way to your peak

“Mmhmm mama, cum for me” he said as he watched your face contort in pleasure

Your high flooded over you and you came hard all over his thick cock. You felt bad that you squirted on his perfectly clean seats but he couldn't care less. He wanted to see you cum for him over and over again and didn't care about what happened to his car.

He never let up and kept going until you came for him multiple times. Each time you came a mantra of praises left his lips. 

His pace became more erratic as he came close to his climax. You could feel his dick throbbing inside you as he was about to cum

“ gonna cum inside you mama, f-fill you up real good” he stated between deep grunts

He slammed into you hard one last time then you felt as his hot thick cum spilled inside you. He slid out and watched as it pooled out of you but he quickly pushed it back in with his fingers.

You both threw your clothes on and you stepped out of his car and wobbled as you tried to stand up straight. He laughed at you and shook his head. He put his arm around you and walked you to your car 

He leaned down and pressed a kiss on your forehead 

“Best cardio i've ever done” he stated as he opened the door for you 

You hopped in your car and deleted the other guy's number knowing damn well he did not match up to Levi in any way.