#levi ackerman sfw

[h0neylevi]

post-war, canonverse, semi-public sex, fingering, fem!reader, some light degradation, dry humping, MDNI

w/c: ~ 1630

Everything has been so new lately.

Moving to Marley after the war had been an easy decision, but that didn’t mean the physical act of settling into a new place wasn’t without its hurdles. Mostly, it was about adjusting—getting used to the advances in technology that wasn’t present on Paradis. Telephones, cars, radios, even electric stoves were commonplace things that Levi still marveled at.

And then, there was also you.

More specifically, the way you’d both found yourselves quite suddenly thrust into a life after war, a life without titans and the looming threat of death hanging over your heads like a dense fog. 

As former comrades, it only made sense once the smoke cleared to navigate this new world together. And Levi was more than happy to experience all manner of firsts at your side.

It’s through this different layer of companionship that Levi learns so many new things about you. How you like your eggs in the morning, how tired you get after having too much pasta, the way the hair at the back of your head always sticks up the next day if you go to sleep with it still wet. He learns how you organize your books on your shelves (by size) and how when you’re having a bad day and tell him to leave you alone, you don’t actually mean it.

He’s always known how to make you laugh, but after eight months of living together under the same roof, he learns how to make you moan. It’s a sound he’d like to bottle forever, the sight of your body arched beneath him a vision too precious to look away for even a second. Even with only one good eye, he soaks it in like you’re a dream that’ll fade if he blinks.

He learns that he likes kissing, and you do too. So, when you lean across the center console of his brand new car at Marley’s drive-in movie theater one summer night, he doesn’t think much of it. At least, not until your hands start wandering and he finds himself pulled into the backseat.

You give him very little time to recover from the surprise of being pulled from his seat before your lips are on his again. The leather of the upholstery groans as you straddle his narrow waist and on instinct, Levi reaches out, eyes still closed as he guides you onto his lap.

His palm splays over the skirt of your dress, hiking it up a little in his haste. When he feels the fabric, he pulls away slightly.

He gently squeezes your thigh, watching the cloth bunch a little in his grasp. The sound of your breath hitching in your throat makes him look up. “What’s got you so worked up, hm?”

Above him, forming words feels borderline impossible. Not while his thumb is drawing circles on the inside of your thigh and he’s looking up at you through those delightfully full lashes. It strikes you that this facet of your relationship is still relatively new, so the warmth on your cheeks doesn’t feel out of place when you swallow around your meekness and say, “You.”

“Me?” Levi’s brows raise, but he thinks he gets it. The moment you’d walked out of your room in this little number, his mind had gone straight to the gutter.

Like he’s revisiting the memory, his hands begin to slowly trail every part of you his eyes drift over—thumbs tracing the tantalizing curve of your breasts, down the silky material over your waist before resting his palms on your hips. When he gives you another subtle squeeze, you roll against him, feeling the hardening outline of his cock through his trousers against your core.

“Can’t help it,” you breathe out slowly, like you're making every effort to remain composed, but the strain in your voice betrays the neediness beneath. 

Your palms drift over the soft fabric of his shirt, moving over firm muscle. They’re not as defined as they once were, but you relish in his solid warmth all the same. Enamored by him, always.

He lets you explore unimpeded. You’ve always been handsy—checking him for signs of injury or illness when he inevitably pushed himself too far during expeditions. Now he’s grown used to the way that protective tendency has turned into an act of appreciation and fondness. It makes something light and airy form in his chest when you lean down again to kiss him.

“These windows aren’t tinted,” he says a moment later. The warning is half-hearted and murmured mostly against your lips, in conflict with the way his hands keep you anchored where you are.

His feeble hesitation makes you laugh.

You settle further into his lap, nearly chest to chest now. You can feel the way his breathing has grown labored against you. “No one’s looking at us, Levi.”

It is dark, at least. He has enough sense still to acknowledge that the large screen up front will be capturing most peoples’ attention, even though it’s currently in an intermission right now. There are only fifteen minutes between the double features tonight. A shame, he thinks. When it comes to you especially, he always likes to take his time.

You move your attention to the curve of his jaw, peppering hot, pillowy kisses down the expanse of his neck before suckling the sensitive flesh of his clavicle, and every thought not focused on the present stops. 

He closes his eyes, caught between the feeling of your lips on his neck and your warm cunt gliding over his cockhead. Even through several layers of clothes, pleasure rushes through him with each rut of your hips. You’re so warm and pretty that it’s dizzying.

In retaliation, a thumb swipes over your clothed clit, and Levi smirks when your movements almost completely stop. Behind you, the large screen lights up and Levi watches in the soft blue light as you lean back slightly, mouth slightly agape in a silent gasp.

“Never took you for an exhibitionist,” he says, the reflection of the movie behind you mirrored in his unclouded iris.

Before you can say anything, he hooks two fingers around your panties and pulls them to the side, sliding the digits through the arousal that’s already beginning to soak into the cotton.

“I-I’m not,” you attempt to defend, but the protest comes out weak and shaky with his movements.

“Is that right?” Levi asks, his tone mildly condescending. “Well, the fact that you’re grinding on top of me right now says otherwise.”

The pressure of his fingers on your cunt makes it difficult to think. If you were in your right mind, you might be embarrassed about the way the windows have started to fog, but you can only be grateful for the extra coverage.

The air is thick and your body feels like it’s on fire. Every brush of Levi’s fingers on your skin sends you aflame. His injured hand anchors you in place, thumb rubbing soothing circles into the flesh of your hip while his other hand continues to pick you apart, making your knees quiver.

Your voice is a strained gasp against the shell of his ear. “Like you’re not hard already just from kissing.”

“I never said I wasn’t.”

The hand on your hip lowers, and for a moment you think he’s gesturing for you to get up, but the new position allows his other hand to slide down. Two fingers quickly bottom out inside your cunt.

Your features pinch with the effort it takes to keep yourself quiet.

“There you go,” Levi coos, smug as your fingers struggle for purchase on his shoulders. “Is that what you wanted?”

His cock, his fingers, his mouth. All three. You want to tell him that you’d gladly take anything he’d give you, but all you can do is pant uselessly into his neck and try to hold on.

“Couldn’t wait until we got home, hm?” Levi continues, his fingers pumping and curling in such a way to make you see stars in your vision. “Needy thing.”

You clench around him, spurred on by his words. “Levi.”

He keeps talking, undeterred. A glow appears in his eyes as you rock into his palm, meeting his movements. “Dirty girl, fucking my fingers like this in the open.”

Pleasure coils in your belly. You grasp helplessly against his sturdy neck, cheeks burning and nails dragging over the soft fuzz of his undercut as it continues to build and build. The pressure of his thumb on your clit pulls all of your muscles taut.

When your moans become wispy and delicate gasps of air, he knows you’re right on the edge.

“Let go, sweetheart,” Levi murmurs. “You can come.”

Your orgasm hits you like a train. With a single gasp of his name, you come undone. Levi holds you through it as you shudder and spasm, his free arm now wrapped around your waist.

When you pull back, your eyes are bleary and content. Every muscle in your body seems to relax against him.

Levi pulls his hand from between your legs. “Satisfied?”

“Mmm,” is all you can manage. The aftershocks still continue to wash over you, making you feel boneless and tired.

When they subside, you give him a quick peck and slide off of his lap, climbing back into the front passenger seat.

Levi follows with a grunt. When he settles back into the driver’s seat, he buckles his seatbelt and starts the car.

You turn, confused. “What are you doing? The movie isn’t over.”

Slowly, he eases out of the parking spot toward the exit. Just before he turns onto the road, he gives you an incredulous look.

“You think I can focus on anything else after that?” From the streetlight above, you can finally see the deep shade of pink tinting his neck and face. “I’m taking you home so I can really make you scream.”

[pennylanewrites]

teacher’s aide (levi ackerman)

warnings: m!masturbation, voyerism, alcohol, smoking, age gap (15 years), me pushing my smitten!levi agenda

levi ackerman was an esteemed and recognised sociology professor. stern, strict and to the point in all of his lectures. most of his classes kept quiet, trying to take notes while he talked fast and went through powerpoint slides like it was the morning paper.

you had been working hard for that teacher’s aide position for two years, when you finally got the acceptance email. it was no secret on campus that professor ackerman’s assistants worked closely to him and got accepted in prestigious firms right after college, with his recommendation of course.

it was also no secret that professor ackerman was incredibly good-looking. his veiny arms and broad shoulders made up for his short height and the way his raven hair fell over his rectangular seeing glasses was so…

“y/n.” his stern voice shook you out of your thoughts. crap. the whole auditorium was staring at you. “the papers.” was all he said before going back to his laptop. you looked down at your hands, realising you were holding the class’s tests for more than you should. you cleared your throat and went through the auditorium, leaving a stack of papers in front of each student. as you walked down, your eye caught his.

levi noticed everything. he noticed how today you were wearing lipgloss instead of your usual lipstick, he noticed the rip in your tights that went down the back of your leg, your new platform loafers and the beads of sweat on your forehead. levi ackerman was not the kind of man that would catch feelings for a student, but you were so…good.

yes, at first he thought you were very attractive, and maybe that’s why he always rejected your aide application. but he also got to know you better every time you replied to one of his questions. you were the only student brave enough to raise their hand, and he appreciated that. sooner than later, you stayed back every day after class to clean up the mess of loose papers and pens, and before he knew it he was smitten.

maybe it was the way you brushed against him to clean the board and shut the projector, a timid apology escaping your lips, or the way you weren’t afraid to challenge him in a theoretical conversation about archaic philosophy during class.

or maybe…shit, how long have i been staring? levi looked away and cleared his throat when he noticed you trying to contain your smile.

class was over and you were going through your usual routine, marking left over questionnaires from the last lecture as he went through tomorrow’s one.

“sir, i’m wondering about…” you rolled your chair across the auditorium’s stage, holding onto his desk to stop the chair, “this one.” you pointed at a question on the paper.

levi was not one to lose his temper, but he was finding it very hard to contain himself when your knee was touching his and your perfume could reach his brain through his nose.

“well, this-this one…” he trailed off, watched you push your hair off your neck, leaving the bare skin on sight for him. god, he could eat you right then and there.

levi had never been more thankful for his phone to ring in his life. the vice dean’s name flashed on the screen, and you leaned back to allow him to get the device.

“i have to go…meeting…come by my office tonight, okay?” he scrambled to get his things and ran off, leaving you in the empty auditorium.

you let your head fall on your pillow, groaning with despair. he hates me. he can’t even talk to me.

you had seen him earlier with petra, his old t.a who graduated last year. he was laughing, for fuck’s sake. he was laughing and buying her coffee in the campus coffee house, and they were sitting over a book and…

“ugh! what is she even doing here?” you threw your pillow on the floor, but it hit you back in the face.

“oh my god, shut up!” your roommate kept hitting you with the pillow, until you grabbed it. “enough, y/n, please.”

“mikasa, do you think they’re dating?” you sat up on the bed, looking at the girl across you. “be honest, i can take it.”

“i think you’re sick. there’s something seriously wrong with you.” she scrunched her nose up in disgust.

“he’s so…”

“old.”

“mature.”

“he’s mature because he’s old.” your roommate kindly reminded you of your age difference. “get over him, please. even if he liked you, he’s your teacher. i doubt he would put his job in danger.”

your eyes lit up, an excited smile covering your earlier gloom.

“you think he likes me?”

“that’s not what i said. where are you going?”

you only grinned before grabbing your bag and barging out of the dorm room. your shoes squeezed against the polished floors as you made your way to the teachers’ wing, and to the third door to your left, your favourite wooden door in the world.

with a sigh, you lifted your fist to knock, but something made you freeze. you looked around to make sure no one was in the corridor, before pushing your ear against the door.

shit, shit, shit, shit

he was moaning. fucking moaning, in his office, when he had specifically told you to visit him. you thought of the possibility of him having a girl in there, even petra, but no one else could be heard. everything right in your head was telling you to turn around and leave, but your hand was on the doorknob, and you were slowly twisting it.

just one look. one look and i’ll-

your eyes grew wide at the sight. a half empty bottle of bourbon sat next to an empty glass, a cigarette was slowly burning on the ashtray, the first two buttons of his white shirt were undone. god, you could clearly see his nipples through the fabric. the desk obscured your vision, but you could see his hand moving up and down, up and down, up-

“fu-fuuuck.” his voice strained, his head fell back and you were wet a creep.

you turned around and leaned against the wall, taking a deep breath. looking at your reflection on your phone, you made sure pervert wasn’t written across your forehead, and turned back around.

two soft knocks on the door. levi fixed his hair quickly, buttoned his shirt and put the cigarette out.

“come in.” you entered the room and he looked at you like a deer caught in the headlights.

“long day?” you pointed at the bottle, smiling softly. he chuckled and motioned for you to sit down. “i can come back some other…” you trailed off when he took another glass out, filling it halfway and pushing it towards you.

you fidgeted with a ring on your finger, unsure of what to do.

“i shouldn’t…”

“i won’t tell if you won’t.” he filled his own glass and raised it to you, before taking a sip. you smiled softly, taking a sip of the drink. it burned coming down, just like his gray stare on you did.

“i have the tests marked. that question i was wondering about earlier,” you took the stack of papers out of your bag, leaving them in front of the man.

“yeah, i looked it up. it’s actually-”

“i figured it out.” you cut him off. he raised an eyebrow and put his glasses on, looking down at the marked paper, and the right answer which you had wrote down in red ink.

“you did.” he agreed and looked at you through strands of his raven hair. “good girl.”

you froze. you could feel your whole face turning an ugly shade of red. a million disgusting thoughts ran through your head as he walked around the desk to sit on the chair across from yours. his muscles flexed as he reached over the desk to get the ashtray and his drink. you took a big sip of the drink, trying to convince yourself the sexual tension was just in your head.

fuck. fuck, fuck, fuck.

“what?” he shook you out of your thoughts. he knew you were staring at him.

“nothing. i’ve never seen you like this.” you admitted, still sipping your drink.

“like what?”

like you don’t have a stick up your ass.

“relaxed.” you opted for the nice comment.

“i’m far from relaxed, trust me.” you watched as he placed a cigarette between his wet lips, lighting it with a white lighter.

“those are bad luck.” you took the lighter in your hand, fidgeting with it.

“huh. maybe that’s why my life’s shit.” he chuckled, taking a drag of the cigarette.

“come on…” your eyes fell on a book on his desk.

masculine domination, pierre bourdieu. you grinned, taking it in your hands to inspect the front page.

“take it. it’s for my doctorate students, but i think you-”

“i’ve read it.” you closed it and put it back on the pile.

“of course you have. you’re a smart girl, you know?”

he was praising you. and he was filling your glass again. when did you even finish the first?

“are you trying to get me drunk, sir?”

“i think you’re capable of controlling yourself.”

“don’t be so sure.” you mumbled, staring at your feet.

“what was that?”

“nothing!” you shook it off with a smile, but he had heard you just fine.

god, you wanted him so bad. as the hours went by, and the bottle came to its’ end, you became more and more impatient. you were scared of what you would do honestly, if one more drop of alcohol entered your system. but, were you crazy to think he wanted this too? why would he pour you a drink, and ask you all these questions, and make you laugh with stupid jokes if he-

“what are you thinking about?” he shook you out of your thoughts. you showed him the clock on the wall.

“that i should get going. some teacher thought it would be a good idea to have an 8 am class.” you grinned. you reached your hand out to return him his lighter, but you dropped it instead.

“that’s one lousy teacher.” he chuckled, kneeling on the floor to get the lighter. you waited for him to get up, so you could too, but he wouldn’t move. still kneeling, he came closer to you, his hands hesitantly moving to rest on the sides of your thighs.

internally, you were screaming. but not a single breath came out of your mouth as you watched him. he sighed and finally locked eyes with you.

“i’m not crazy, am i?”

“wh-what?” your voice came out as a whisper. pathetic.

“to think there’s something, right? here. there’s something here and i-”

“sir-”

“don’t.” he squeezed your thighs and you swore your heart would jump out your chest sooner or later. he straightened his back and got up, pulling you with him. “don’t call me sir.”

you let him seat you on top of his desk, you let him spread your legs and stand between them. he pushed your hair behind your ear and inched closer. his breath against your neck made you shiver, and a soft kiss forced a small gasp out of your mouth.

your hands trembled as you placed them around his neck, and his breath staggered when you played with the strands of hair that fell on his undercut.

“please kiss me.” he swore his knees would give when he heard your voice, so soft, so sweet. you were as needy for him as he was for you.

his strong hands met your face, his silver ring cooled your burning cheek. you closed your eyes, and his lips finally met yours. it was careful at first, both of you scared the other would change their mind. but all it took was you pulling him closer by the collar of his shirt, and he lost his mind. his hands slipped down to your waist and you arched your back to get closer to him, if that was even possible. your mouth trailed to his jaw, leaving sloppy kisses all the way down his neck. a playful bite made him gasp. you chuckled.

“stop. you’ll drive me crazy.” he squeezed your hip.

“good.” you grinned and leaned in to kiss him again, but his hand in your hair held you back.

“you have to go…” he managed between soft kisses down your chest, at least as far as your shirt allowed, “or i won’t be able to stop.” he held your hands, and kissed them both, maintaining eye contact with you.

“then don’t stop.” you whined, but your grin turned into a frown when he pulled you off the desk and fixed your skirt. “levi-”

“save something for later, right?”

his promise of a later was enough. you left him to clean up and walked out the door with a sheepish smile and a whispered goodnight.

your phone buzzed on your way back to the dorms, and you stopped in your tracks when you saw the name on the screen.

professor ackerman: wear that green dress tomorrow.

you raised an eyebrow.

just the dress.

[vampcubus]

𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃! : 𝐀𝐎𝐓

a/n: this is literally 5k words of pegging nonsense, most of these “headcanons” also include additional lil blurbs because i’m a psychopath.

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 : levi, erwin, reiner, bertholdt, floch, jean, porco, and armin.

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : nsfw, female-bodied reader, dom!reader, all boys are subs here, pegging, fauxjobs, dacryphilia, spanking, brat taming, spitting, a splash of mommy kink for armin and jean’s, strap referred to as cock because that's hot, men in lingerie, praise, degradation.

𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍

—  He’s so grumpy about it leading up to it, grouching about how he’s gonna put you on stable cleaning duty if you do it badly. Shuts up real quick when you’re not only good at it, but it feels too good. Like it ruins him. He’s so out of control of his voice and his body, the way he arches into your thrusts, hands scrambling across your back and thighs, trying to pull you impossibly closer.

— At first, he thinks everything feels like it's too much and that he’s gonna break, but once he’s used to taking dick enough to not go slack-jawed every time you put it in? Expect to step up your game, cus this man knows exactly what he wants from you. Catch him on a day he needs to get out of his head and if you aren’t fucking him so hard it’s pushing him up the bed? He’ll start fucking himself on you since you’re “obviously not going to give me what I need.”

— Doesn’t really care what position he gets dicked down in, but he’s one of the few that isn’t afraid to ride you. He looks so good doing it too, it’s when he really lets loose and lets himself give into mindless abandon where all he can think about is how fucking good the toy feels inside him and how badly he wants to cum.

— You never know if he’s gonna be the biggest brat that fights you every step of the way just to get put in his place, or your obedient little pillow princess that wants to be nothing more than a hole for you to fill.

— While some days he might benefit from a hard dom to rein him in, it’s the soft doms that absolutely destroy him. Pile on the praise and affirming words as you gently rock into him, pressing the sweetest kisses to his face, tell him how much you love how pliant and vulnerable he is for you. You’ll have him shaking and trying not to cry as you make love to him like he’s something precious to be treasured (cus he is) because he’s so fucking soft and full of affection for you that it hurts.

— He’s a demanding bottom that’s for sure, so much so you might actually have to grip him by the hair and pin him down just to get him to shut up and listen to you.

“I think you’re forgetting who’s in control here, Levi. Maybe I’ve been spoiling you too much if you think you can just take anything you want from me.” You growl into his ear, tugging his face up from the mattress when his response is muffled. “What was that?”

“And so what if I do, what’ll you do if I don’t listen, huh?” Levi pants, cock hard and leaking into the sheets. He grinds his hips back onto your fake cock despite clearly being told not to move, and he yelps when your hand comes crashing down on his ass so hard he sees blanks for a moment. 

And then you do it again, and again, until his ass is so red with your handprints it’s almost the same shade as his flushed face. He’s in tears, throat raw from the shouting. He sniffles as your hand grazes over the abused flesh of his ass, spreading him open in a way that makes him bury his face into the crook of his arm.

“I haven’t heard an apology yet, ‘vi. I’d suggest you make it good too or I’ll give you twenty more and then leave you like this.” you cooed, your tone dripping with a sweetened venom that makes him clench around the toy regardless of the obvious despair he’d feel if you actually followed through with your threat. 

It’s not the spankings that frighten him, but the idea of you pulling out and leaving him to hump shamefully into his fist afterwards. His hand hadn’t quite felt the same since yours touched him, and that was all too painfully clear in the way he’d paw at you whenever he needed release.

“Fuck — Please don’t! ‘m sorry! ’m sorry, I’ll be good now, I promise. ‘m just a slut for your cock, I was greedy. Please, don’t stop!” he begs wetly, and you croon at the sight of tears streaming from those pretty gunmetal eyes.

“Oh? Gonna be good now? I don’t believe you.” You scoffed, hand clapping down on his raw ass to enunciate your words. He cries out pathetically at the sting but doesn’t start to panic until you start to pull out of him.

“No, please! I’m sorry, ‘m sorry for being a brat. You want me to beg — fucking fine, I’ll beg you — please! please fuck me, I’ll do anything just, please! You can spank me all you want, I deserve it, just finish fucking me. I'm going crazy—” he slurs, cut off abruptly by the way you suddenly thrust back into him.

“Oh, good boy~ I guess your mouth really is good for something other than whining.” You praise, releasing his arms in favor of holding his hips still so you can carry on pounding into him. 

His grey-blue eyes go blank, and the rest of the night is a blur.

𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐇

— Pls this man doesn’t know what tf pegging is 💀 You'll have to sit down and explain it all to him and he’ll sit there calmly, just nodding and asking the occasional question. He’s surprisingly chill about it??? He’s very much the “okay, dear” husband, it’s like nothing surprises him.

 — He’s significantly less composed when you actually get down to it, he gets this cute lil blush on his face when you start playing with his hole, fingering him open to take your cock and hhhhh the noises he makes. He’s tense and it takes a while for him to relax enough to stretch around two fingers but when you find his prostate his whole body jerks as if electrocuted.

“Oh, that — what’s that.” he shudders, propping himself up on his elbow to watch in amazement.

“That would be your prostate, it’ll come in handy later,” you giggled, steadily pumping your fingers in and out of him, curling them to brush over that spongy spot again just to hear him gasp and squirm into the sheets. Especially when his legs keep instinctively inching closer and he has to spread them for you again. And by the time you’ve got three fingers gliding against his walls with ease, he’s right on the edge, blonde bangs slicked to his forehead and his arm over his face as you keep him there, deliberately avoiding his prostate.

The cute expressions he makes and his politeness as a sub might make you want to be gentle with him, but please don’t. He lives for being put in his place, everywhere else he’s the boss of everyone, and that can be exhausting sometimes. Having a partner that isn’t afraid to remind him who’s the real boss is very refreshing.

Like you’re going so slow, watching his face for signs of discomfort, asking him if he’s okay when you press deeper into him and he rasps out “You can be rough with me, darling. I’m not fragile.” His thick fingers clutch at your hip, his hips bucking hard into the gentle rolls of your hips, gasping out when the tip of the toy drags against his walls the way he wants it. “If you want.” He adds later, looking a bit shy — which believe me is a FEAT.

“Well, if you say so,” you laugh breathlessly, propping one of his legs over your shoulder and bracing one hand on his hip so you can snap your hips into his in a way that knocks the air from his lungs. He groans long and deep in his chest and you only smirk, delighted by the way his voice gets higher when your fingers encircle his neglected cock.

— You’d think Erwin would be the type to be condescending about his cute small partner pegging him, but the moment you find his prostate his brain shuts off and he’s your dumb obedient slut <3

— That doesn’t mean he isn’t a brat sometimes because he totally is, he likes to test your patience just to see how you’ll admonish him for it. You can see it in his eyes when he challenges you, that “yeah I just did that, what’re you gonna do about it?” look. It’s just so hard to focus when you’re fucking him so good, arm pinned to his back as you pound into him from behind after he gave you too much lip.

— No preference on positions, but you can tell he much prefers to see you.

— Also does prefer you to fuck him with your fingers if that means anything. You asked him about it playfully one night and he told you it felt more personal to have your flesh against his. Which honestly makes you want a real dick even more... maybe just for a day or two to explore n have a fun time. (pls i’d be so irresponsible with it tho) Like he’s getting bent over the desk he spends so much time at ASAP.

𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐍

— Omg literally baby boy. 

— He’s down, no convincing is required. He’s always been a little curious about what it would feel like to have something inside him, and sometimes when you’re rubbing circles into his perineum (the cum button lmao) while you have his cock down your throat, he wonders what it would feel like if you moved your fingers lower. This whole idea probably snowballed from him shyly asking you if you’d finger him one night, and boy was it a treat to watch him fall apart like that — without you even having to touch his cock.

— Fuck him in front of a mirror pls just do it, he’ll be so needy and undone, staring at his own face as you pound into him from behind. It’s so embarrassing having to look at his own debauched reflection but then you start telling him how pretty he is, babbling about what a good fucking boy he was being, and his golden eyes roll back into his head, his tongue lolling out of his mouth.

— And when he doesn't have the strength to hold his head up anymore, grab his jaw and hold his face forward for him. Bonus points if you slip your fingers into his mouth to hold his mouth open when he tries to conceal his pretty noises.

— Obeys your every order without question, no matter how demeaning. Need him to spread himself open for you? Done. Need him to fuck himself on your strap n  do all the work to chase his orgasm? Anything for you. (He’s so cute when he rides you, bulging thighs trembling as he bounces himself on your lap, lips parted so his tongue can lick over them.) Want him to beg on his hands and knees and grovel for you to fuck him? He’s already at your feet with his forehead and hands flat on the floor.

— Likes to get fucked sideways the best! Just the feeling of your whole body pressed against his back, your lips on his nape, one hand holding his leg up and the other delicately wrapped around his throat <333 he’s in heaven.

𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑

— Baby boy #2

— Literally cannot handle being pegged, like he’s the one that moans “it’s too much!” “I can’t take it, it’s too big!” but locks his legs around your hips if you even try to pull out.

— Bertholdt never imagined having something inside him would feel so good, he always has this disbelieving expression on his face when you press inside him, narrow hips lifting off the bed to meet you halfway in his eagerness. Can’t help but stare at you as you fuck into him, green eyes half-lidded and adoring as he takes in your focused expression. He thinks you’re so so cute, even when you’re blowing his back out.

— He’s so much bigger than you it must look comical, but you don’t have to prove anything to him, he knows you’re the boss.

— Speaking of which he’s so obedient and eager to please, and will let you fold him in any position you like. As shy as he is, he greatly prefers positions he can see your face in. Eye contact is very important to him, everything about Bertholdt just feels so intimate and raw. Though he has a hard time keeping his eyes open when he gets close to cumming, unless you tell him to keep them open. Not like he’ll be seeing much through the pleasured tears — he’s a crier <3

—  He begs for your cock without you having to tell him, and he does it so well you couldn’t possibly deny him. Not when he cries and squirms so pathetically, nimble fingers tugging you closer by the straps of your harness. (pls that's so hot to me) and if you decide to be mean to him and make him wait, tell him “hmmm, I don’t think you really want it.” He’ll sob, his desperation spearing through his usual demure nature as he presents himself for you, pleading and babbling about how badly he wants you to take care of him.

— He gets so flustered and teary when you start praising him, telling him what a good boy he was being, how pretty he looked beneath you, what pretty noises he was making.

— He’s also so loud??? Like every partner’s dream tbh. Ordinarily, he tries to swallow his noises out of self-consciousness, but he just can’t when you’re bullying that sweet spot inside him. Unleashes the sweetest moans in between delirious sobs of your name and mantras of “please.”

Bertholdt’s a dream all spread out on your bright white sheets, tanned skin wrapped up in dark green lace lingerie you got just for him. You were right about it bringing out his eyes, half-lidded and glimmering as your hands smooth reverently over his body. Your nails scratch lightly over the fine dark hairs of his happy trail, deliberately avoiding his straining erection barely covered by the green lace panties. He’s so long his cute pink head peeks out the top, leaking with pre and twitching as your fingers trail close but never close enough. 

He whines long and high, trying not to grind against your fake cock resting distractingly in the space between his thigh and hip. You’ve already stretched and plugged him, the pretty green gem adorning the base of the plug peeking out from under the panties you’ve been so hesitant to rip off. He likes the lingerie, and he feels pretty in it. You spent a good chunk of the night telling him just how gorgeous he was while taking pictures, and then later overwhelming him with praise as you stretched him on your fingers. 

But all he wants now is for you to tear it off and have your way with him, the thought makes his inner walls clench and his hips buck involuntarily.

“Feeling impatient, Bertie?” you hum, and he nods frantically, legs spreading on instinct at the familiar sound of the lube being uncapped.

“Yes — want it so bad. Y/n please.” 

His whole body shudders as you slip out the plug and replace it with your lubed fingers, but it’s not enough. 

He’s ready, he’s been ready. He needs you and you’re teasing him.

Finally, you start pulling the layers of lace off his body, garter belt and stockings first. The intricate jade-colored bra goes next, and you can’t help but trace his hardened peaks teasingly as you feel the fabric away, amused when he squirms and catches your wrists to redirect them to his tented panties. Resigned, you free him from his lace prison, and Bertholdt gasps as his cock slaps against his belly. 

“You’re so pretty, Bert.” 

“I’d be prettier with you fucking me.” he pouts, and you concede with a giggle, lining the toy up with his hole and pressing in oh so slowly.

Bertholdt’s mouth falls open, brows knit together as you finally slide home. He moans out loudly in relief, nearly in tears after hours of your incessant teasing, you’re finally where he needs you. 

𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐇 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑

— Takes your strap the best out of all of them tbh. He’s content to lie there and let you fold him in half as you rearrange his guts. Will even hold his legs up for you <3 goes absolutely crazy for your strap, he’s so shameless. Will beg for you to be rough with him and make him cry. The best boy to take your frustration out on, he gets off on being used as a pathetic little fucktoy.

— HUGE BRAT, will taunt you and rile you up as much as possible. He likes to be punished and tossed around, pretends to try and wriggle away just to feel you drag him back by the hips and pin him down to the bed. Most of the time he’s gonna make you work for his submission, which only makes his inevitable defeat that much sweeter. You can tell you’ve played right into his hand when you see him looking up at you with half-lidded brown eyes and that pleased smirk.

— Edge him till he’s a sobbing begging mess, overstimulate him till he can’t feel his legs anymore, spank him until his ass is so red with welts he can’t sit right for weeks. He whimpers so pathetically when you ghost your hands over his ass through his clothes days later, knowing he’s still sore but the pain is making him hard again. 

— Floch does have his obedient moods where all he wants is to be is a slave to your whims, step on his dick and make him cum all over your boot, and then order him to lick it off. Floch isn’t entirely good at holding in orgasms or cumming on command (this is a man that can cum untouched if you talk dirty enough to him) When he’s like this he’ll do anything, even give you faux jobs like it's your actual dick. Doesn’t even complain when you force his head further down until tears prick his eyes, just looks up at you with that hazy look that indicates there isn’t a thought behind those eyes.

— Doesn’t care what position you press him into, but he feels more vulnerable in positions you can see his face in. It’s hard to resist because he’s got such a pretty face, especially when it’s wet with tears and his ginger hair is stuck to his forehead. He’s so gorgeous it’s unfair really, especially since he was so insufferable outside the bedroom. It’s always the hot ones…

— Laps up any praise you offer, even if it’s backhanded or mixed with insults. All attention is good attention to him, and that’s all he cares about.

— He loves to be degraded but if you were to go soft on him all of a sudden you’d actually kill him. Overwhelm him with praise, tell him what a good boy he’s being for you, how beautiful he looks when he’s being obedient, tell him he’s your favorite hole to use and he’ll break into a million pieces. Starts to ugly cry, clinging on for dear life as he begins chanting “I love you I love you I love you–” the whole nine yards.

— Don’t even imply you’re fucking other people as a joke, he’s intensely possessive. What, was he not good enough for you? Not reverent enough? Couldn’t you see he’s all you’ll ever need?? >:( Say you’re sorry n fuck his brains out to make up for it.

“Relax, I was just kidding. You’re enough of a handful all on your own, baby. Why would I want anyone else when you take my cock so well?” You reassure, delighted by the way his golden brown eyes roll back at the praise. 

He still looks bothered, so you sigh and slow your hips, the action drawing his gaze back to yours. He gasps and clenches around the toy when your lips meet his — a rare treat you don’t often allow. He moans shamelessly into the kiss, sweat-slicked fingers burying themselves in your hair to keep you anchored there. His lips are starved against yours, lips parted in invitation. You suck on his tongue, holding his mouth open with your fingers so you can spit into it — which is almost enough to make him cum.

“You’re the only one I want, Floch,” you murmur affectionately, admiring the way he swallows your spit so greedily.

He actually does cum after you say that, rather violently too — squirming and jerking like a man possessed.

“Please say it again.” he pleads.

𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐍

— It’ll take some convincing before Jean agrees to let you peg him. He kind of thinks you’re joking the first time you bring it up and laughs it off, but when he realizes you’re serious he’s like “Oh fuck you actually…?”

— Jean insists that if he’s gonna be taking it up the ass, he wants to be in control of the situation, so you agree to have him ride you so he can control the pace. And by god, the way his face contorts from discomfort to pleasure is so beautiful. His mouth just falls open and his brows knit together cutely. He takes you well, clasping his over yours on top of his hips as he bounces — until quite adorably the pleasure starts to overwhelm him and he just can’t bounce anymore.

 — Jeanbo gets so frustrated cus it feels so good but his legs have been turned to gelatin, none of his body parts are obeying and he needs it so badly. That’s when the pathetic whining starts.

“Aww, what’s wrong, baby? Are your legs tired? Need me to take over?”

“Mommy please… need help. C’mon.” He whines, the humiliation burning hotly in his cheeks, the angry red blush spreading even to his neck.

 He grinds in your lap weakly, trying in vain to pick himself back up as his legs continue to fail him. You feel your heart snap in two at the shiny tears pricking in the corners of his eyes, you sit up, trailing comforting kisses across his jaw before you maneuver him onto his back. He falls back with a huff, long limbs sprawled out before he starts grabbing at you. 

His impossibly long legs wrap around your hips loosely, so as not to restrict your freedom of movement. And when your hips snap against his with enough force to push him up the sheets a few inches, a girlish moan is forced out of him. It’s so uncharacteristic and depraved that you can’t help but do it again, prying his hand from his mouth as he slaps it over his lips to silence himself. And when you find that spot he’s in disbelief at the feeling, legs locking around your hips to keep you in place as he paints his hand and chest with his cum. He’s quiet through his whole orgasm, mouth wide open in a silent scream as the intensity of it robs him of his voice.

You grin your hips lazily against his through his high, purring sweet praises, stroking his hair as he pants into your neck. 

“How was that?”

“I… you were right, it felt… really good.”

— Jean prefers missionary, though he tends to hold you against his body so tight you can hardly thrust into him.

— His mommy kink absolutely comes out when you’re fucking his brains out, suckles on your tits and wants you to call him your baby. But don’t mention it outside the bedroom, he not only will deny it but will revoke pegging privileges 😔

— Can’t help but pump his pretty cock while you fuck him, has a hard time getting off without giving it attention so you usually let him. He likes it best when you slap his hands away and wrap your fingers around him instead. An arm is thrown over his eyes as he bucks into the tight tunnel of your fist in tandem with your thrusts, mesmerized by the way your breasts bounce while you’re fucking into him.

𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐎 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐃

— Porco will need convincing. It’s embarassing enough that he willingly submits to you, something he undoubtedly enjoys but still gets into his feelings about sometimes. You’ve fingered him before sure, and he likes that, it’s just… the prospect of you fucking him is something else entirely. It puts him in such a vulnerable position, and Porco’s a bit spooked you won’t think he’s still your big strong man after. Internalized insecurity about his masculinity. 

— Reassure him that getting fucked in the ass doesn’t make him any less of a man to you. As silly as that sounds, it will put at least some of his fears to rest.

— He’s so whiny about it, moans and groans about how you’ll have to do all the work and how he wasn’t gonna like it. Spoiler alert: he does like it very much. He’s a bitchy little pillow princess about the whole thing until you find his prostate and it’s like those anxieties melt away in an instant. 

“Oh fuck!” Porco practically mewls, an octave higher that makes your insides clench around nothing. “There baby, right there-“

“Where?” You coo, a knowing smirk pulling at your lips when you realize you’ve found his prostate. Is that really all it took to break him down? You angle your hips and thrust again, aiming for the same spot, knowing you’ve hit your mark when he keens again. 

“Ohhh. right. there. Huh~?” You purr to him, your words punctuated by particularly harsh thrusts that make his back arch.

The action snaps your gaze back to his backside, full and jiggling with each brutal but purposeful thrust. You can help but grab a handful of it, watching as the fat of his ass spills between the gaps of your fingers. You spread him open to watch your faux cock glide effortlessly in and out of his pretty pink hole, mesmerized by the way it stretches to accommodate the girth.

You’re deliberately pounding against that button inside him with every thrust and he can’t help but cry out each time. He’s drooling a puddle into the sheets now, cheeks a bright fiery red, sweat sticking the blonde hairs to his forehead, mouth agape, eyes rolled so far back into his head you worry they might stick like that.

“Fffuck me, god fuck me, yes! What th-the fuck are you dooooing to me?” Porco babbles nonsensically.

And you know he’s close to cumming when he starts to fuck himself back onto your strap and hump his poor neglected cock against the sheets. He’s leaking all over, desperate for any sort of friction. Wrap your hand around his dick and watch his whole body tremor and squirm. 

Has the loudest and longest orgasm of his life, a minute later and he’s still spurting ropes onto the sheets.

— Don’t be mean to him afterward, this is very important. Smooth your warm hands over the back of his thighs and back, and tell him what a good job he did for you, and how good he looked taking your strap. If done right he’ll melt into a blissed-out puddle beneath you. If done wrong he’ll never let you peg him again </3

— Definitely likes it rough. Dig your fingernails into the flesh of his hips til you leave bruises, bite and suck marks into his neck and shoulders until you run out of space, and pull him back by his hair so you can see the pathetic expressions he’s making. He fucking loves it. Doesn’t much like to be degraded so don’t be too mean. (at first. later on he warms up to being bullied a lil, just don’t go overboard yeah?)

— Thinks it feels the best from behind but gets so shy when you take him in missionary. Hides his face and avoids your eyes unless you lay on the sweet praise thick enough to convince him to look at you.

— After he’s grown used to taking dick somewhat regularly and is more comfortable with the whole idea, he absolutely becomes a slut for it. He was bratty before but now he’ll wrestle you onto your back and fuck himself on your strap if you “aren’t doing it good enough.” Smack his ass and he’ll just moan louder, thick cock bobbing with the forceful way he’s slamming himself up and down your fake dick. (Meow purrrrr bossy bottoms my beloved.)

𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐓

— The biggest whore for pegging, I don't make the rules. He likes prostate orgasms the best and doesn’t even need you to touch his cock to cum.

— Sometimes you fuck him so incredibly stupid that he starts begging for you to breed him. Poor thing is so fucked-out that he forgets that it’s physically impossible. You haven’t the heart to tell him you can’t actually put a baby in him especially when it’s so fun to make him beg for you to fill him up. You’d do well to invest in a cum tube because he’ll go crazy the moment he feels your “cum” inside him. Expect him to beg you to “please cum inside” every time after that.

— Loves to give faux jobs! Obviously spit isn’t appropriate lube but he still likes the idea of slicking up your strap for you to fuck him, especially since he does such a good job drooling all over it for you <3 Absolutely wants you to fuck his face, he’ll moan around it and everything whilst looking up at you with those big blue eyes.

— Wants to be pegged more than you want to peg him tbh, he’s so enthusiastic every time you whip it out. Like his clothes are in mid-air and he’s assuming the position before you can even speak.

— Will wear plugs often, just so he can be ready anytime, and… they relieve his stress. I know he looks so innocent but I promise you he’s far from it, a closet pervert!! Always tryna coerce you into railing him while making you think that it was your idea, but he’s been planning to be dicked down the whole day. You pull down his pants and he’s already stretched himself out for you.

— A size king! You wouldn’t think such a small thing could take your longest n thickest straps but he’s a real champ!

— Definitely calls you mommy while you peg him, wants you to refer to yourself as mommy, call him your baby, and make him cum on “mommy’s cock.” Don’t mistake that desire for him wanting to be treated gently, because believe me he doesn’t. Pull his hair, push his face into the bed, and dig your nails into his skin til he bleeds. The masochist no one saw coming.

[wortverlust]

[animedaddymilkers]

╰⊰✿´ walk out nakey challenge

╰⊰✿´ characters: Erwin Smith, Levi Ackerman, Eren Yeager, Zeke Yeager, Reiner Braun

╰⊰✿´tags: nsfw, smut, gn!reader, implied d/s, petnames: darling, brat, babe, baby, sweetheart

╰⊰✿´ summary: you randomly walk out naked to get your s/o's reaction/attention

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Erwin is calm, cool, and collected in almost all aspects of life. He's learned to expect the unexpected, but never in a million years would he have thought that when he looked up from his newspaper after you called his name, that you'd be standing there stark naked as the day you were born.

One of his eyebrows quirk upwards, the faintest hint of a smirk pulling at his lips. "Oh? Darling, it seems you've forgotten something this morning," his voice deepens as he teases you. "Forgotten? Is it our anniversary?" You retort, choosing to play innocent as you saunter over, his eyes locked on you the entire time.

The newspaper is quickly forgotten as Erwin favors inviting you into his lap. He's intent on showing you exactly how much your surprise appearance has affected him.

Levi was mulling about in the kitchen, brewing some afternoon tea, while the chocolate biscuits warmed up in the oven. In his own home, he was relaxed and content, his guard being let down around you and the comfortable environment. So, when you walked into the kitchen with your whole ass (and everything else) out in the open, Levi was not expecting that.

"Jesus fucking Christ! Did you shit through all your pants or something? Why the hell are you naked?!" His gaze diverted and looked at anything but you, though the growing bulge in his pants told you everything that you needed to know. You walked closer to him and cooed, only making his heart rate beat faster. "I wanted to surprise you, dear~" Levi let out a shakey breath when you were standing right in front of him, before he steeled his nerves and glared disapprovingly at you.

"Then I suppose I need to remind you how to act properly in the house. Bend over the counter, brat."

Eren is usually preoccupied playing his video games, grinding out the latest level of the latest game. It's just what came with his job of testing new games out. But every time you asked or called his name, the game was happily ignored. This time was no different, really. You entered the room and called his name.

But when he paused the game and looked over to you, he nearly dropped the controller and his headphones. It led to a string of curses falling from his lips as he scrambled out of his gaming chair to stand awkwardly in the middle of the room. "B-Babe! Wha-What's up, huh? What's up with this?" He gestured to your nakedness and you laughed.

"I got a new game for you to try out, 'Ren. Bet you can win the level in five minutes, even." He listened to your every word, captivated and eyes gleaming before he closed the distance between you two. "Five?! Make it two. I'm trying to get the high score, baby." Eren smirked before he leaned in and started kissing you.

Zeke was the brains of the relationship, not because you weren't smart but because you just didn't want to do it. So, he sat at the dining room table doing the taxes for that year, papers strewn about as he tried not to lose his mind. At the same time, you knew he needed a break and that he would refuse a break if you asked in any typical way. So, you padded your feet into the kitchen, wearing absolutely nothing.

Zeke looked up and then back down to the papers before doing a double take two seconds later. He slid his glasses further up his nose to see the sight before him better. "Oh? Well, hello there, pretty thing." He cooed lowly to you and beckoned you closer.

You slid onto his lap, and his arms circled around you, lips already pressing kisses into your bare skin. A break for your dearest had been successfully pinned down, about a moment before you were then pinned down.

Reiner had just finished weeding the garden beds, insisting on keeping them pristine after you had planted them. His determination warmed your heart, but you knew if you didn't do something, he'd continue to keep working outside in the sweltering heat. You went to the backdoor of your secluded farmhouse, and the sound of the door opening had your husband looking towards you excitedly, like a puppy dog.

The sight had him transfixed, and he accidentally broke the tray he was holding. Reiner was quick to throw it in the trash before jogging up the porch steps to stand in front of you. "You look so amazing, sweetheart. Can I touch you?" You know he only asked because of how dirty he was, but you had to admit, the sweat dripping down his chest only made you hotter. You nodded and stepped closer. "Please, touch me." You didn't have to tell him twice.

[so-many-fandoms-here]

(English isn’t my first language so feel free to correct any mistakes you notice.)

• Characters: Levi Ackerman, fem!Reader

• Genre: fluff

• Warnings: mentions of death

Sfw-Alphabet

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Affection: (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Levi isn’t really into pda. He will show you affection throughout the day by checking on you, making sure you ate and drank enough, bringing you tea and brushes your hand or your back when you two coincidentally meet during the day.

Behind closed doors Levi often seems cold too but he most certainly isn’t. He will kiss you, hug you, whatever you please.

Beauty: (What do they find especially attractive about you)

You as a whole. The way you manage to go through the day with all the pain and misery around you. You are the most attractive woman in the world in his eyes but beyond that you have a heart made of gold.

Comfort: (How do they comfort you? How do you comfort them)

Levi knows that words of affirmation don’t mean anything so he won’t even try. But he will hold you, listen and tell you that it’s okay and that he’s here.

Dreams: (How do they imagine their future with you)

He wants to settle down with you, buy a nice house and wants kids with you. A classical, „boring“ life almost everyone wants.

Ending: (How would they break up with you)

Quick and cold.

Fight: (How are they during an argument)

He is so stubborn, it‘s a pain in the ass. Even if he knows he is in the wrong he needs a little bit of time to admit it to himself. But a fight between you two never goes on for long. Neither of you two want to spend your time with stupid fights when you can die at literally any moment.

Gentle: (How gentle are they? physically and emotionally)

Levi may seem cold and rough but he tries his best to be as gentle as possible with you. It’s hard sometimes since he isn’t used to gentleness due to his past but he will do his best to learn.

Hugs: (Do they like hugs? What are their hugs like?)

He loves hugs as long as their in private. He holds you tight and it seems like he doesn’t want to let go of you ever again.

I love you: (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It took a while. These three words are really powerful and saying it out loud, for the world to hear scared him. Everyone he loved was taken away from him so he thought as long he doesn’t say it he would be safe. Maybe he could tell himself he never loved you in the first place if you died, to ease the pain. But he realized that he doesn’t want to act like he didn’t loved you. He would regret it if you died without hearing from him how much he loves you.

Jealousy: (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He always denies it but can’t help but to feel the fear of you finding someone better. He thinks it’s stupid and that there are so many different, so many deadly things to be afraid of. But this feeling is still there. He don’t want to lose you in any way.

Kisses: (Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Loves to kiss you everywhere. Your sweet lips that talk him trough his panic attacks, your hands and fingers than introduced him to gentleness, your shoulder that are willing to stem his pain too, nothing will be left out.

He loves it when you kiss his face and head. It’s rather intimate to him because he had to bring up a lot of trust to let anyone this close to his face. Now he loves the warm feeling that runs through him whenever you kiss him.

Little ones: (How are they around children?)

He is a bit awkward around them at first but warms up rather quickly. He doesn’t even need to try, kids just like him. Also he likes that kids are so straight up forward.

Levi would be a wonderful father for your children. Strict but in a loving way. The moment he finds out you’re pregnant he‘s so protective over his child. He’s always so proud at every little achievement and new thing your kid learns and every time he looks at the little stinker his heart could explode with love and joy.

Marriage: (Do they want to marry?)

At first Levi thought marriage is unnecessary and never felt the desire to marry one day. He never felt the desire to be in a relationship too, until he net you. Marrying you was something else. Imagining you walking down the aisle in a beautiful white dress, sharing the same last name and letting the world know that you to are meant for each other, even have it legally written down made him happy.

Nicknames: (How do they call you)

Dear, Love. Mostly your name though.

Open: (When would they start revealing things about themselves)

It takes some time for him to open up but over the time he will tell you everything.

Patience: (How easily angered are they)

He can get pissed off rather quickly but is never really angry at you. Will roll his eyes with a „Tch“ and call you a brat but that’s all.

Quizzes: (How much would they remember about you)

He plays it down but knows every little detail about you.

Romantic: (Are they romantic)

Levi sucks at romance and has absolutely no feeling for it. He develops a small sense for it over time but he still is far away from romantic. But who could blame him for that in the world he grew up in?

Security: (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Levi would rot out humanity with his very own hands if it means saving you. He trusts you skills as a soldier but is always ready to do anything to protect you.

Try: (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Another thing he tries to play down but he will think about every gift and every surprise for at least one day, because he wants it to be perfect. Everyone around can see how mich effort he puts in the relationship by the tiny things he does for you during the day. Bringing you tea, making time to check on you, etc.

Ugly: (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

His stubbornness for sure. He can be a pain in the ass sometimes.

Vanity: (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He makes sure to be clean and to look neat on a daily basis.

Whole: (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Absolutely. You showed him things he never want to miss again. You’re the most important person in his life and he knows that you will leave behind one of the biggest hole in his heart.

Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Absolutely loves it when you wear higheels.

Yuck: (What are some things they wouldn’t like)

Playing hard to get, trying to make him jealous or to provoke him in any way. Ain’t got time for this bullshit.

Zzz…: (Some of their sleeping habits)

Laying besides you and listening to your steady breath and your heartbeat helps him to calm down and makes it easier for him to find some rest.

[gatitties]

Hello! I seen your requests are open! Could I request

Levi Ackerman x calm and kind reader where everyone’s on a mission and all of the sudden we got ambushed by titans. Reader is killing titans with Levi and her sister when she sees a hand reach down for her sister. She tries to get to her but instead she watches her sister get bit in half. Reader goes crazy and gets extremely violent with the titans because her sister was her sanity. After the battle everyone whose left alive are regrouping while reader walk up to a tree and takes her anger out on it(slicing punching etc). Levi sees her and stops her from hurting herself. Later back at camp shes training with an anger that she didn’t before so some jerk makes a joke that it took for her sister to die to become a real soldier. Levi comes around the corner to reader beating the shit out of the jerk. He gives her a warning and she listens but she’s still very violent towards targets during training and missions and cold to people. Happy ending please.

If you don’t, I totally understand! I just really like your writing style lol. ꨄ

─Levi x fem!reader

─Summary: Your entire kind personality breaks when a loved one dies, making you a completely different person, although there are people who remain by your side despite the change.

─Warnings: none

oh oh finally something to write about aot, ty! <3

You had always been a kind and warm person despite being part of the survey corps, despite having experienced a lot of atrocities, having seen so many deaths before your eyes. Your smile did not falter in the lowest moments, helping and taking into account all those who were badly injured after a cold battle, you felt that it was your duty to make everyone feel as good as possible to eradicate the problem, after all if hope is lost everything would be lost.

You had seen how many people fell apart when they saw their loved ones go to another life in a painful way, even though you felt sorry for them and helped them improve emotionally, you never knew what it felt like to lose someone for whom you would give your life without a second thought, ever, until your sister died inches from you by a titan.

You felt your vision darken, your breathing quickened and you crashed into some trees as you had lost control of your equipment, luckily you ended up high enough so they couldn't catch you, however you didn't shed more than a couple of tears, you swallowed your sadness, still stunned and unaware of what had happened.

You two were cleaning the area of titans and out of nowhere, from one moment to the next… she's gone? It had to have been a hallucination, your sister was alive and what you had seen was a hallucination due to fatigue, right?

"I-It's not true…"

All bravery was gone, you fell to your knees on the thick tree branch, screaming in indescribable pain, nothing in your body hurt, but something was burning inside you, you felt nauseous for a moment, but after a minute staring into space, listening to how a pair of titans were trying to climb the tree you were in, something lit up inside you, a furious flame.

You went crazy when you saw those titans, letting everything you were keeping inside you explode in the form of the desire to kill, you don't even remember what you did until Levi kicked you to stop because you were going to kill yourself if you continued like this.

You argued with him for stopping and you got a big punishment for disobeying orders from a superior, but you didn't complain, after all it would make you think about something other than the death of your sister, which you ended up accepting as the years went by.

Levi cannot remove that image of you, he knew that you were strong, with your limitations, but reliable enough to go in a small special group, he knew you well, he admired how you were capable of providing tranquility and hope to the most desolate people, he admired the warmth you transmitted, never in all his years working with you had he seen you lose your temper like that, even though he was scared to see you full of blood, red eyes and a furious look, he understood your pain, he had been there before.

He thought the drastic change to a tougher, less empathetic, and loner personality would go away as quickly as you got over your grieving phase, however it didn't seem to go away over time. No more kind words, no more selflessly helping people, no more considering leaving any titans alive for Hange. Levi wasn't bothered by your new way of being, in fact, you had more similarities now, but knowing you for years, it was like seeing a stranger and not the person he used to know.

He would love to be able to help you, give you words of support and return that warm and bright personality that he liked, but he was not the one, he was never good at expressing his feelings, taking cautious steps around the people he loved, he always created a wall of separation just in case, he couldn't stand any more deaths of people he really likes because it will affect him too much if he gets close enough to open up.

Despite the time that had passed, the anger and pain remained within you as you remembered the grotesque scene of your sister being devoured, it made you feel dizzy and restless, you found that training harder to get rid of your discomfort was a small solution to your conflicting thoughts. No one used to bother you at these times since you used to choose the hours when fewer people could find you, however some idiots had to watch you release all your anger by cutting trees in one fell swoop and hitting them until you bled.

"Oh look, I didn't think people here took hand-to-hand training so seriously."

"Look at those muscles, what strength!"

"Yeah, the death of her sister made her like that, before she was a weak ass, even I could beat her in a fight! There are people who need some canonical event to evolve, not me of course…"

Your actions stopped when you heard something you didn't expect from a mate, something that burned you to the depths of your being, you looked at the three guys who stood looking at you with stupid smiles, waving as if you hadn't heard anything.

You dragged your dominant foot along the ground, taking a breath, your best fighting pose to jump and bite their necks off if someone didn't get ahead of you.

"People like you should be food for titans, who gives you the right to talk like that about someone higher in rank than you!? You should show some respect towards people! Go before the punishment I give you is worse than I have in mind."

You rolled your eyes, watching harshly as Levi kicked their asses, watching as the three boys trembled like a leaf, you didn't bother to thank him, nor make a gesture of thanks, returning to your training.

"And you, what do you think you're doing? I thought I had banned you from training until further notice."

You sighed, frowning at Levi, he approached you with a determined look, you intended to start a fight with him to determine your dominance, however, he still managed to stop you, winning in hand-to-hand combat. You shifted like a worm as he sat calmly on your back, his hands gripping yours firmly, frowning at the new wounds on your knuckles.

"I learned my lesson Levi, now get off me."

"You haven't learned shit, your actions give you away, you don't have to act like that with me, I know what you're trying to do."

You mumbled some curses, feeling your eyes watering, although you were now a harder and colder person, it was only to cover your true sensitive personality, that Levi knew how to see through you bothered you.

"Just leave me alone, I promise not to continue training, but let me go."

He sighed, slowly getting up but catching you before you ran away from him, grabbing your damaged hands carefully, avoiding your gaze, pulling you gently.

"I will let you go, but first we will heal these wounds, the next time you want to de-stress... know that my door is always open for you."

[levi-erwin-hangexreader]

Levi + Hange Love Languages

SFW

Style: Head Canons

TW: None<3 Just sweet fluff!

The term love language refers to the way that a person prefers to express love to—and receive it from—a partner.

Acts of service: Performing actions that make your partner feel loved and appreciated, such as helping with chores or doing errands without being asked to.

Gifts: Giving thoughtful presents to your partner.

Quality time: Spending time with your partner and giving them undivided attention.

Words of affirmation: Giving your partner compliments and telling them how much you care about them.

Physical touch: Kissing, hugging, or holding hands with your partner.

LEVI ACKERMAN

Receiving

GIFTS - Levi is a saver ofc but he grew up very in poverty and didn't get any gift or very many toys in his childhood/young adult life. So when you give him something you spent time and money to get him something nice he MELTS. Like the fact that you were willing to spend money on him makes his inner child SOB.

Giving

ACTS OF SERVICE - IK You’re are so shocked with that one. But seriously Levi sucks at words and much rather show his love by making you tea, cleaning up for you, cooking, stocking your fridge, taking the trash out, driving you places, brushing your hair/helping you style it/wash it, back massages- you you get the idea.

HANGE ZOE

Receiving

PHYSICAL TOUCH- Hange just loves loves being close to you and loved on. Nothing makes them feel better and loved then you grabbing their hand, kissing them or hugging them randomly through out the day. It has Hange on the floor for you.

Giving

PHYSICAL TOUCH- Again, Hange loves being close to you. They have a tendency of being a bit clingy but they just can’t help it! They often trap you in their arms in the mornings when your trying to leave for work/school or always having their hand on your hips or waist, holding you close to them.

[happybird16]

Storm

Levi x reader, sfw

You blink awake to the sound of rushing water and heavy droplets landing on the leaves high overhead, creating a rhythmic percussion against the side of your tent.

Sleep rarely comes easily during long expeditions. The anxiety of being exposed in the open, far from the protective walls, mixes with the weight of recent losses and traumas, leaving you restless. The longing for your own bed only adds to the discomfort. Thankfully, the gentle patter of the rain provided some solace, helping you drift off with ease. Even now, its sound envelops you, making you feel drowsy and languid, coaxing your eyes to close. Though brief, the reason for your awakening remains a mystery.

Sometime later, the distant rumble of thunder pulls you from slumber, forbiddingly deep with a dull roar. Shortly after, a sharp crash follows – the echoing sound of lightning fracturing the sky in the distance. “So much for sleep,” you grumble in disappointment. Normally, dozing through light storms is a peaceful experience, but this one feels potent. The wind whips and whistles loudly in the distance, a testament to its strength. Even in this far in the forest, encircled by countless towering trees, the cloth walls of your tent strain and flutter in the face of its might.

“Damn it. Erwin's probably going to be pissed. I bet we'll end up with a late start, and the mud will slow down the carts even more... The weather's as unpredictable as an Abnormal. Things were going so smoothly this time too,” you mutter, a mixture of frustration and resignation in your voice. The term "smooth" might be relative, considering Erwin's new scouting formation has led to fewer casualties than usual. It's no wonder people are pegging him as the next commander.

You pause, anticipating your tent-mate's usual snarky retort. Your brain automatically fills in the expected ‘You call that shitshow smooth?’ in his typical dry tone. However, the air is filled only with the loud rush of rain. “Levi?”

Levi's silence isn't out of the ordinary; it's actually quite typical. Since joining Erwin's squad a few months ago, he's barely exchanged words with half the team, preferring to linger on the fringes of meetings and disappearing to who knows where as soon as he can. Still, he's always been a little more open with you, for reasons known only to him. Usually, he'd at least offer a response. “Are you awake?”

Once again, no reply. It's strange, considering you're fairly certain he doesn't sleep during expeditions. He's never shy about complaining about your frequent movements, yet for some reason, he always chooses to share a room with you. Shifting within your sleeping bag, you discover the space beside you is entirely vacant. Levi's sleeping bag has already been neatly rolled up and set aside.

“What the… Levi?” you question aloud, pushing your covers down and swiftly sitting up. “Levi?”

Outside, a faint noise manages to pierce through the storm’s roar. The sound of boots shuffling on dirt, accompanied by what seems like a loud sniffle. On your knees, you edge forward and peer out of the tent’s entrance in the direction of the sound. “Levi?”

And there he is. Hunched over and leaning against the sizable tree next to which you’d pitched your tent. He’s fully clad in his attire, a dark green cloak pulled up over his head. Yet, even so, it’s clear he’s been thoroughly soaked by the rain. Amid the symphony of thunder, you think you catch the sound of another sniffle, though it’s hard to discern.

He appears particularly diminutive against the backdrop of the colossal tree trunk, his knees drawn up to his chest, and his chin nestled between them. Not wanting to get drenched, you cautiously extend your head out of the tent’s flaps. “What are you doing out here? It’s pouring!”

You think he responds – you certainly catch sight of his head bobbing up and down in the darkness – but whatever he says is drowned out by a booming lightning crash. Screw it. Deciding you've had enough, you step out into the relentless downpour. The deluge immediately penetrates every layer of clothing, drenching you to the bone. Closing the short distance to his side, you shout over the howling wind, “Come on, you’ll catch your death before death catches you.”

“M’m fine,” comes his subdued response. The words are muffled into the fabric covering his knees, and he continues to gaze out into the distant darkness, somewhere far beyond the surrounding trees. He doesn't even lift his gaze to meet yours.

He looks... sad. Almost defeated, his shoulders drooping and his head hanging heavily. A faint pink tinge colors the skin beneath his eyes. Was he.. crying? “Hey... are you okay?”

An uneven shrug is the only response you receive, as Levi remains tight-lipped. With a sigh, you crouch down to sit beside him, your back pressing against the tree's rough bark, and your shoulder brushing against his.

He's completely drenched, you observe, even huddled beneath the tree. His attire clings to his skin, dark and saturated. His hair, too, is soaked, with black strands hanging heavily in front of his eyes and droplets falling from them onto his nose. Keeping an eye on his somber, distant expression, you gently nudge his shoulder with yours. “How long have you been out here?”

Levi responds with another shrug, remaining silent. You surmise that he's been here for quite a while, likely since you initially woke up. Despite that, his shoulder is still warm against yours.

For an extended period, you both simply sit in silence, attuned to the incessant rhythm of the rain. The sky above is nearly pitch-black, an expanse of angry, rapidly moving clouds without a single star in sight. The gusting wind causes branches to snap loudly somewhere in the distance. Inhaling deeply, you lean your head against the bark, absorbing the fragrance of damp earth and pine. Beneath it all, you can discern the sound of Levi's soft, even breaths.

From the corner of your eye, you notice Levi flinch every time the storm unleashes a deep rumble or a bolt of lightning streaks across the sky. It's a subtle motion, hardly more than a twitch. You might not have even picked up on it if your shoulder hadn't been touching his. Could Levi be afraid of thunderstorms?

The notion is almost unfathomable. He exudes strength and an unyielding demeanor, so it’s difficult to imagine him being afraid of anything. While you understand that everyone harbors their own fears, it’s still peculiar that he has chosen to isolate himself out here in the midst of the storm.

“At least the rain is warm,” you remark softly. This time, the shrug he offers comes with a gentle hum. It’s a small step, but progress nonetheless.

A loud rumble of thunder echoes, prompting you to instinctively start counting the seconds. “One… Two… Three…”

“Why are you counting?” Levi interjects suddenly, causing you to startle in surprise. For the first time tonight, he’s looking at you, his head tilted in your direction while his chin remains nestled against his knees.

“Oh, uh,” you stumble over your words momentarily. “I didn't even realize I was doing it. I'm estimating how far away the storm is.”

“You're doing what?” he asks, a mix of genuine curiosity and exasperation in his tone. “How does that even work?”

A crash of lightning jolts your gaze away from his, and you turn to watch the bright lines of lightning streak across the sky. Lost in your momentary distraction, you've forgotten to count the seconds so you start again. “It's something my dad and I used to do when I was little, whenever there was a big storm. I could never sleep, so we'd sit on the back porch and just chat about anything and everything for hours, waiting for the storm to pass.” You share the memory with a tender note in your voice. He leans closer as you speak, his entire side pressing against yours in a warm, solid line. It sends a heavy throb through your heart. “When I was really young, I used to be scared of the storms. So, we'd count to gauge how far away they were. It was a nice way to distract myself, and it turned into a little game. Instead of being big and scary, the storm was fun.”

Levi’s expression is unusually open and intrigued. “When you see lightning, you count the seconds until you hear thunder and divide that time by five. That’s how many miles away the storm is,” you explain.

“Sounds made up,” Levi retorts.

“Perhaps it is,” you concede, offering him a small smile. As your conversation has progressed, Levi has noticeably eased up. He’s lifted his head off his knees and his shoulders have lost some of their tension. “I can’t say for sure, but it helped me when I was little. Maybe it'll help you…” When lightning streaks across the sky again, Levi doesn’t flinch at all. “Alright then! One, Two, Three…” you count the seconds until the sound of thunder reverberates in the wake of the lightning. “Fifteen seconds! So, the storm is roughly three miles away!”

“What now?” he inquires.

“Now we measure the next one!” you reply with enthusiasm. “That way we can determine if the storm is approaching or moving away!”

As you count the seconds for the subsequent lightning, you observe Levi's lips moving in silent synchronization with your count. “I got twenty seconds, what about you?”

“Eighteen,” Levi responds quietly. “So, it's moving farther away?”

"Yup!" you confirm. Levi is watching you now, his gaze fixed on your face, and he doesn't appear nearly as sad. The way his bangs are hanging heavily in front of his eyes, inky black against pale alabaster, it makes your fingers itch to run through the strands. Giving his shoulder a gentle nudge, you offer cautiously, “Whenever there's a storm, you can find me. We can count the lightning together. If they bother you... just know that I'm here to help.”

“I'm not afraid of them – I'm not some damn kid,” Levi responds in a low tone. “It's just... Far and Izz, my friends – during that expedition, there was a thunderstorm.” His explanation is rough, his words barely strung together, but you manage to piece it together.

“Oh..” You'd never officially met his friends, they hadn't been around long enough before that expedition. You’d caught glimpses of them only a handful of times in the lunch hall, seated on either side of Levi in the farthest corner of the room. As part of Erwin’s squad, you had certainly witnessed the aftermath of that storm. The blood, the horror, the cries of pain. Levi had been the sole survivor of that squad, if your memory serves you correctly. He had transferred to Erwin’s team immediately after. “Oh- oh fuck! I didn't even think- I'm sor-”

He cuts you off with a soft huff, followed by a distinct sniffle. “Don’t. Don’t apologize.”

“D-do you want some space…” you shuffle awkwardly in place, suddenly realizing how thoroughly soaked you are. Your clothes have been wet for so long that you’ve somewhat forgotten about it. “I should probably…”

“No,” his response is muffled once again, his back now nestled against his knees. Wrapping his arms around his legs, Levi curls himself into a tight ball, his shoulders rising nearly to his ears. You think you hear his voice crack, and it shatters something within you. “Stay.”

Taking a deep breath, you lift your hand and gently run your fingers through his hair. The inky strands coil around your fingers, clinging to you as you attempt to brush them back from his face. Even drenched, his hair feels surprisingly soft. You half expect him to shy away from your touch, even though he remains a warm presence against your side. Instead, Levi leans into the contact, emitting a soft hum. Perhaps it’s a trick of the darkness, but you could swear you see a blush creeping over his cheeks. A delicate pink flush high along his cheekbones, a sight that causes your stomach to flutter and your heart to tighten. “Okay. Okay. I’ll stay.”

Levi leans heavily into your side, releasing a deep sigh that reverberates through his entire frame. Thunder rumbles once more, but this time it sounds more distant. “Just so you know, my offer still stands. You don't need to weather the storm all alone, sitting out in the rain and staring at the clouds. Just come find me, alright?”

There's a quiver in his form, as if he's shivering even though the night air is warm. You can almost hear him swallow, the sound carrying the weight of vulnerability. “Okay.”

“Next time, maybe we can find somewhere a little drier,” you suggest, a hint of playfulness in your tone. “I'm pretty sure my fingers are getting pruney.”

He’s quietly counting to himself, you realize. It’s a subtle sound, barely audible over the rain, especially with his face buried between his knees. Nonetheless, you catch the faint whisper of his voice beneath the rain. The longer he counts, the more the muscles along his shoulders relax, a transformation that brings a genuine smile to your face.

“Speaking of which, now that the thunderstorm seems to be subsiding, how about we head back inside?” you nod toward the tent. “I think it’s about time we attempt to dry off. You might never get sick, but I do, and since we have the portable stove, how about I prepare some tea?”

Raising his head, Levi offers you a stern look, accompanied by a snort. “I’ll make it. If you’re involved, the tea will probably end up tasting like shit.” As he stands, he extends a hand to help you up. A faint flush tints his cheeks, a delicate pink hue that’s hard to miss. “Thank you, for this.”

His hand, strong and calloused, feels warm against yours as he assists you to your feet. “Anytime,” you reply with a heartfelt smile, appreciating the unspoken connection that has grown stronger between you in the midst of the storm.

[madewithspice]

AOT Characters In A Royal AU

THE KING - Erwin Smith

At first, I didn’t really want Erwin as the King just because I thought maybe another character would be better but he just fits too well in the role. He has the aura of someone who belongs in power. The type of man who can command silence in a crowded room with one single look. King Erwin would be a very fair and just ruler but would 100% stick to the laws, no matter who the defendant is.

THE CROWN PRINCE - Armin Arlert

Do I even need to explain this one? Armin is another Erwin Smith but with some tweaks here and there. These two as a father son duo would be great to see. Armin would love to watch and follow in the king’s footsteps and be a ruler of equal worth as Erwin. The people love him even more so because he’s more considerate than Erwin.

THE PRINCESS - Historia Reiss

Who better to wrap up the blond royal family than the actual aot queen herself, historia. She’s definitely the nation’s beloved princess who can do no wrong and is always super sweet to everyone. I can imagine her having garden tea parties with her handmaidens and going on walks in the meadows.

THE KING’S GUARD - Levi Ackerman

Come on guys, it’s perfect and who the hell wouldn’t want this man protecting them 24/7. Levi takes his job very, very seriously and will not talk about meaningless things whilst on watch. He personally trains all the guards that are in the castle and he is known to be ruthless on anyone who slacks off. But he does keep everyone safe so give the dude some credit.

THE PRINCE’S GUARD - Eren Yeager

They were friends from a young age and Eren was the worst influence on Armin ever but they both had a great bond so his blond bestie pulled some strings and got him training from Levi. Levi did not approve but ultimately will not disobey the Prince so here they are. Eren will always take the chance to pull pranks and annoy Levi whilst he’s busy working.

THE COOK - Niccolo

If I was in this au I wouldn’t eat anything made by anyone but Nicco. I don’t trust the rest but this guy can make me the nastiest looking food but I’ll eat it because I know it’ll hit. He’s that cook who starts screaming the minute anybody (other than Sasha) comes into the kitchen. He also is suspicious of everyone and thinks everyone is out to steal his food.

THE COOK’S HELPER - Sasha Braus

Every chef needs a sous chef and who better than the glutton herself. Obviously she will be helping to prep it all but she’ll also be pinching food as well but love makes people blind especially the chef ;) Her and the chef often have their own little side story going on while the rest of the castle has theirs.

- Kiki.

[stargirlie-sharon]

attack on titan/shingeki no kyojin masterlist ☆

Requests are - CLOSED! (1 request pending.)

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Characters

Eren Jaeger

Eren x Sibling! Reader (Platonic!) (Coming soon!)

Mikasa Ackerman

Nothing yet!

Armin Arlert

Armin x Reader Panic Attack Comfort

Sasha Braus

Nothing yet! <3

Connie Springer

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Jean Kirstein

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Annie Leonhardt

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Christa Lenz/Historia Reiss

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Ymir

Nothing yet! <3

Hange Zoe

Nothing yet! <3

Levi Ackerman

Nothing yet! <3

Erwin Smith

Erwin x Reader Comfort Headcanons

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[vampcubus]

Just imagine Levi under the tree with all the other presents with a pretty bow wrapped around his cock🤤-🐰

a/n: shdghdjsjs he’s so dreamy pls

The nervous crack in his voice as he calls for you from the other room already has your attention piqued. You descend the step stool you’d been using to hang up last minute decorations and head for the living room. You’re met with quite the surprise waiting for you. The colorful tree lights cast the entire room in a rainbowy glow, dancing across Levi’s milky flesh in a way that has your mouth watering.

He’s completely bare—save for the adorable bow of red ribbon tied neatly around his meaty cock, hard and twitching against his belly between his spread thighs. He fits right in with the wrapped presents underneath the tree, cus god was he a gift you wanted to unwrap.

The garland you were about to hang from the archway falls from your hands in your awestruck state, and your ravenous gaze makes him squirm.

“Oh Levi, look at you~ All wrapped up just for me?” you purred, eyes half-lidded as you approach the dark haired beauty.

“I thought you might like to open this gift early.” his face is delightfully pink, teeth chewing at his lip as he anticipates your next move. Levi had been at a loss of what to get you for the holidays, especially when you were so fond of giving him evasive answers. Since you so often claimed that he was all you really wanted, it didn’t seem like that bad an idea to offer his body to you. And by the hungry look in your eyes, his gift has left the desired impression.

The spiked eggnog has watered down his nerves enough to not be ashamed by the desperate whine he makes as you kneel before him, tracing a fingertip over his sensitive cockhead.

“Such a thoughtful gift, ‘vi. I’ll be sure to enjoy it thoroughly.” your lips replaced your fingers all too quickly for his muddled brain to keep up, hips humping into the wet feeling of your tongue licking at his slit and tugging the bow loose.

[wanderlustqueen-writes]

Hey Alice 🌹❤️

How are you?

If you still take prompts from the Drabble Challenge, I'd like to request 82 "I just ironed these pants".

Thanks & kiss 😘

Send me a number and I'll write you a drabble Number 82: I just ironed these pants! Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Hange Zoë Warnings: NSFW. Mention of alcohol intake (small amounts). Foreplay. Wandering Hands. Clothed handjob. Additional tags: She/Her pronouns for Hange Zoë on this one Wordcount: 621 Minors, do not interact!

Hange wasn’t sure what started it.

It may have been the prospect of the next expedition, which tended to give the soldiers a renewed sense of urgency, along with that bit of liquid courage pumping through their veins as they prepared for the soon-to-come struggle. Maybe it was that glance they exchanged from across the bar, that lasted a second longer than it should have. Or that seemingly trivial touch of hands, just an accident really, but one that sent a jolt of electricity over every inch of her skin. 

She could still feel it now, as he pinned her against the door, legs parted by his thigh, thoughts blurred by the fresh smell of his hair. A delicious tingle ignited from where his tongue latched onto her neck, the sparks spreading throughout her whole body, making something inside of her melt.

They had barely made it to his bedroom, poorly sneaking around while bumping against the headquarters corridors, swallowing each other’s tongues like a couple of horny teenagers. It was reckless behaviour! Someone might have seen them. Maybe even…

“Levi,” Hange panted against his ear, smiling as she felt his hands gripping tighter to her hip and waist, sure to leave them sore the next day “do you think Miche will be able to smell it in us tomorrow?”

“Shut up, Kuso Megane!” He moved his lips from her now raw neck to say the words, his voice raspy and needy, only to capture her mouth a second later, in a desperate messy kiss.

He really wanted this.

The stubs of his undercut prickled her fingertips as she ran her nails across his scalp, all the way to the longer part of his hair. His breath hitched when she grabbed two handfuls of black locks, roughly pulling his head back before diving right back to his parted lips. 

Her fingers wandered down from his hair, nails scraping the skin of his sweaty neck, eager hands groping his chest, trying to memorize the feeling of him, the way his stiff nipples dug at her palms through his shirt. Oh, and the noises that got out of him, low and sharp groans that were enough to make arousal set damp and heavy in her core.

Levi’s whole body stiffened when her hands traced the bulge in his pants, and a soft moan left his lips as she gripped it tighter. Hange’s fingers quickly worked his fly, getting one layer of clothing out of the way. She clutched both sides of the fabric, gathering it roughly to pull it down, except Levi held her wrists.

“Easy! I just ironed these pants!”

The all-too-typical response made her giggle. Her smile brushed against the shell of his ear as she whispered, “iron it again tomorrow. I’ll pick up the coal for you”. She didn’t give him time to respond before moving her partially restrained hand up and down his hard-on, the steady pressure drawing out a throaty grunt from him. 

“No, I mean…aahh” Levi’s voice faltered when her thumb circled the tip, and Hange protested once he moved her wrists away from his crotch. “I mean,” he paused, catching his breath, “if we show up tomorrow in wrinkled clothes, forget Miche, everyone is gonna know.”

He had a point.

“Plus,” Levi added, more composed now, “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time.” Hange watched in awe while he slowly brought one of her hands towards his face, thumb fondling her palm. His steel blue eyes pierced into hers as he started to plant chaste kisses on each of her fingers, intention and desire made clear at every touch of his lips “so, if you don’t mind, tonight I’m taking my time with you.”

_________________________________________ @youre-ackermine Hii Val! I'm feeling great, and I hope you're well too! Thanks so much for sending this prompt, I had a lot of fun writing it 💕

[animedaddymilkers]

╰⊰✿´ your first time with them

╰⊰✿´ characters: Erwin Smith, Levi Ackerman, Eren Yeager, Zeke Yeager, Reiner Braun

╰⊰✿´ tags: nsfw, smut, first times, loss of virginity, gn!reader

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Most would think your first time sleeping with Erwin would be planned out and thoughtful. But the reality is that Erwin is a busy man. The first time you sleep with him, it's a spur of the moment decision, like you both realized neither of you had any plans to tear you away. Erwin worships your body and takes his sweet old time to ensure you're also enjoying everything he has to give you. It's definitely vanilla and passionate, but Erwin will ensure you're both satiated and sweaty by the time he's done with you.

He's so close that you can feel his breath fan over your skin, but you still try to pull him closer. "You look heavenly," Erwin says under his breath, a husky grumble to his voice. Those powerful thighs you drooled over showed their true strength as they refused to slow in pleasuring you. Erwin groaned low and deep, and in between the kisses that he pressed along your neck, he lamented about just how enthralled he was with you and your body.

Levi is confident in all areas of his life. Though matters in the bedroom do give him a run for his money. It's not that he isn't skilled. Even when he's inexperienced, he's attentive and listens to exactly what your body needs. It's always the first time that trips him up. He's so afraid of doing something wrong or hurting you.

"Is this okay?" He questions, his voice coming out more harsh than he intended. The shake in his hands refused to go away as they ghosted across your skin. Levi had to keep reminding himself that you wanted to do this with him, that you wanted his touch and genuinely cared for him. The look in your eyes reminded him of just that and he felt his chest tighten and cock throb simultaneously. Before he touched you any further, he had to lean in and kiss you again. Levi took a moment to process how lucky he was to be sharing such an intimate moment with you, and he intended to drag it out as long and as pleasurably as he could make it.

Eren's personality is loud, and he comes into your life fast, a lot like a tornado. His love is the same, too. He loves fast and hard, although you can rest assured that his fast love is whole and thoroughly felt to his bones. Eren isn't nervous the first time your heated make-out sessions start to lead to more. If anything, he's more than eager to fully show you how much he loves you.

His kisses are quick and deep, and his hands feel like they're everywhere on your body all at once. Eren wants to please you as much and as fast as he can because he can't wait to have that more of a connection with you. The depth that sharing a bed together creates between two people is one of his favorite things about it. "I'm going to burn this image into my memory." Eren muttered under his breath as he rid you of the last of your clothes and took in the sight of your body. He may move fast, but it by no means will be overwith quickly.

Zeke acts rather casual about your first time together, like it's no big deal, no sweat off of his back whether it happens or not. But secretly, he's freaking out. What if you don't like what he does? What if he can't please you? Of course, Zeke's going to do everything in his arsenal of knowledge in order to please you, but sometimes people just don't click in the bedroom! If you two didn't end up working out he wasn't sure if he'd recover from that...

Zeke's heart rate is quickened as he feels you grind against him, and he nearly loses his mind. The way that you look, your face, your moans, and the way your chest heaves towards his had him dizzy. Zeke's hands wandered up your sides, groaning when you pressed yourself closer to him. Truly, he couldn't comprehend how you two made it to this point, but he wasn't about to complain. He tried to push his insecurities to the back as he pressed kisses into your skin, trailing down your body, intent on giving you the night of your lives.

Reiner is the gentle giant that wants to put off having his first with you. Not because he doesn't WANT to have it, but because he wants it to be perfect. He wouldn't plan the night but he would make sure that it was set up romantically. It'd be on a night after you went out to dinner and took a calming walk by the water, then after you two returned back to your place, Reiner would shower you in kisses.

Praises fall from his lips as he slowly strips you, making sure to worship every inch of your skin. His large hands massage through any knots in your muscles and he picks you up to lay you on the bed. Reiner looks at you with eyes full of adoration as he pleasures you and without saying it, it's obvious that the night will be all about you. Reiner is focused on you and the way your body reacts until you're nearly begging him to let you reciprocate.

[thephantomtheory]

Earl Grey, Lavender, and a Bow | Levi x Reader

notes: alright... i'm back after a mini hiatus for my love's birthday. here's a lil drabble.

content: levi x reader, canonverse ig? just you being sweet for levi's birthday xx

cw: sfw, but really mild mentions of grief/loss if you squint

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Levi never knew how you learned his birthday. He’d managed to keep that information unwaveringly private, despite Hange’s desperate attempts and sleepless nights wildly digging through archives to uncover it. He suspected that, perhaps Erwin knew, but if so, never said a word, which went much appreciated by Levi.

Levi’s birthday was something he’d rather not acknowledge. He never did like a fuss, or an excess of attention, or spirited social gatherings. He didn’t see the point in celebrating another year while so many of his comrades would not… could not…

In fact, the first year he’d known you, he’d honestly forgotten about the occasion himself. It was a quiet day and frigidly cold, as it always was that time of year. The sun set early, pale orange and icy blue hues loosely sinking beneath the edge of the Walls, the remaining faded light sparkling over the new layer of snow.

It crunched like muffled sighs underneath his shoes as he walked back to Headquarters from the local tea shop. He’d restocked on Earl Grey and crushed lavender, but he’d been hoping to find a rare blend, black and earthy leaves specific to the season, but unfortunately left empty-handed.

The wind picked up and Levi pulled his scarf tighter around him. Three young children threw snowballs at each other in the middle of the street, their cheeks pinched rosy from the cold, while their laughter swelled innocently and bright into the evening. It was simple. But it was everything. He walked on.

By the time he made it back to Headquarters he had buried his nose into his scarf and his black hair was decorated with a white dusting of flurried snowflakes. The building was more quiet than usual, as everyone had a few weeks off and whoever had families went to spend time with them. Of course, there were many members who had learned to make a family out of their fellow soldiers, including a select few from Levi’s own squad, and they milled about in the dining commons while Levi passed by as a shadow, on his way back to his office to prepare for tea with you, a nightly routine that the two of you had fallen into much like snowflakes fall to the earth; effortless and weightless, but falling nonetheless.

He unlocked the door to his office, leaning back against it until it clicked closed, sighed. He unwrapped his scarf from around him, peeled off his mittens and placed them neatly on his desk, setting his coat on the back of his chair. He went to light the fire and then began to prepare the tea. He turned again to his desk, where he’d left his packages, and spotted something red just on the corner.

He blinked. A subtle red bow. Atop a grey-blue tin box. Right next to his mittens. How did he miss this?

Levi picked it up, analyzed the print on the front of the box, and realized it was the tea he was unable to find earlier.

He ran his thumb over the velvet of the bow, and then he remembered.

He felt the soft fabric under his skin. And then he realized.

He didn’t have to ask who’d left it. Just the other week, he’d mentioned he was looking for this tea during one of your late night conversations. And you always listened.

Not much later you were sat across from him, sipping the tea he’d just poured for you. You brought the cup to your lips, tasting, and mused,

“Mm, new blend?”

“Just got it today.”

“It’s nice.”

The fire crackled beside you. He eyed you.

“How’d you know?”

You smiled into your cup.

“Know what?”

A small grin pulled at the corners of his lips, which he hid as he sipped.

“Brat…

Thank you.”

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