#slow dancing with levi >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

[levi-supreme]

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Hi anon, thank you for sending me something!! So I've posted this selfship one-shot called In A World of Our Own and it's canonverse Levi and I slow dancing hehe.

I loved the idea of dancing with Levi so much that I decided to write a Levi x fem!reader version of it as well! And don't worry, it's similar to my selfship fic but definitely different too <3

“Y-you look, uh, different”—Levi let out a cough and for some reason his cheeks turned a little red—“but, uh, umm—”

“I know I look stunning, love, thank you,” you cut him off with a little tease and a wink. Levi merely rolled his eyes and offered you his arm, walking towards the carriage with the blush still evident on his face. Shedding off the usual button shirt, jacket, trousers, and ODMG, it was Levi’s first time seeing you dressed in something like this, and honestly, he didn’t know where to place his eyes. Your dress revealed the right amount of skin, and the fit accentuated all the right curves and edges of your body. Your makeup looked classy and your hairdo was elegant, and Levi felt so incredibly lucky and honoured to have such a beauty walking beside him.

End of year WIP meme ask game!

[mara-miranda]

[solomons-poison]

Who of the Obey Me cast do you think can swing dance?

Thinking of just the brothers right now, I think Lucifer and Satan can. It's not really their preferred dance form, it's a little fast and wild for both of them, they much prefer something more intimate and romantic, a little slower-paced, but they're both very skilled regardless. [Honestly, I'm sure they're both educated in multiple dance forms.]

Levi could learn the moves, ONLY if he saw it in an anime first to get interested, and even then, he will get out of breath very quickly. Also too much touching for his poor heart.

Asmo can also swing dance. He's more accustomed and into the energy of the dance compared to Lucifer and Satan, but he is wary about building up a sweat. But he enjoys the fun and excitement and getting to put his hands on his partner throughout the moves. Also probably isn't his favorite dance form but he likes it well enough.

And then lastly, I think Mammon can also swing dance, and very well. He doesn't let anyone else know this, he's sure his brothers would tease him for ages upon finding out (not 100% true, Lucifer would secretly be very proud but yes may cover with teasing). But similar to Asmo, he enjoys the energy of the dance and being close to his partner. He's holding your hand tight when he can, he wants to have fun and let loose with you. Modern music and dance is more of his style typically but swing still delights him.

Part 2 dateables

[1000-year-old-virgin]

Josh Levi - BIRTHDAY DANCE

[heliocentricsunflower]

sleep ❌️

levihan slow dancing ✅️

it is 3am 😅

ill fix levi's face in the morning i swear

[fandoms-x-reader]

Dancing with Devils

Requested By: @midnightskyeneko

Word Count: 3,856

Summary: While everyone is gone, you put on some music to clean the House of Lamentation and the characters catch you dancing/singing. The Demon Brothers + The Dateables (Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, and Solomon)

You rarely had the opportunity to have the House of Lamentation to yourself. Usually, at least one or more of the brothers were there, desperately trying to gain your attention. 

Today, though, everyone had plans. Lucifer had something to take care of at RAD and was the first to leave this morning.

Mammon had a photo shoot and you vaguely recalled him sprinting out of the house this morning, shouting something about oversleeping.

Levi was going to a fan convention today and left the house stocked up with anything and everything he could think of to bring.

Satan had been asked to speak at a highly esteemed book club. He even practiced what he was going to say there on you to make sure it sounded educated.

Asmo had planned a long day at the spa. Massage, facial, mani/pedi. He was planning on doing it all and you were sure you wouldn’t see him until tomorrow.

There was a big Fangol game coming up so Beel wanted to hit the gym and get some extra training in to make sure he was in perfect shape for it.

Unfortunately for Belphie, Beel had begged him to go with him to the gym. He needed a spotter and as much as Belphie wanted to sleep, he couldn’t say no when his twin asked him so desperately.

So it was a quiet day in the House of Lamentation for you. And as much as you wanted to take the day and do whatever you wanted, you had some chores to get done first.

The more you looked around the house though, the more you saw how neglected it was. Dust coating bookshelves, crumbs on the table from meals, the brothers’ clothes strewn about. Barbatos would be livid.

You remembered one time when Barbatos came over and found a rat in the House of Lamentation. He was so furious that day and the threats he made sent a shiver down your spine. He swore if he ever found one again he would burn down the house.

You quickly moved to your room and grabbed the speaker that Levi had gifted you. You turned on some music and decided that you would spend the day cleaning. The house gravely needed it. 

At first, the music was mere background noise to keep you motivated to continue the task at hand. But, the more cleaning you got done, the more you had fun with the music.

Eventually, you started singing and dancing to the music. You were shameless in your performance as you cleaned because you knew the house was empty.

Lucifer had come home from RAD with his arms full of paperwork. He had a lot to do and intended to start on it as soon as he got back to the House of Lamentation.

But, the second he stepped inside the house, he was distracted by your figure bounding around the living room while you sang and danced to the music that was playing.

Lucifer was taken aback at first, but soon a smile was breaking out across his lips as he watched you. You looked so happy.

At some point, Lucifer had set down his paperwork in favor of paying you all of his attention. He could catch up later.

You finished dusting off the last bookshelf in the living room just as the song had ended and you let out a gasp as you heard someone clapping behind you.

A deep blush coated your cheeks as you came face to face with Lucifer who was smirking at you.

“That was quite the performance,” Lucifer stated, taking a few steps closer to you. A slow song had started playing on the speaker now, but your music was long forgotten - replaced by your embarrassment.

Lucifer stopped in front of you and held his hand out toward you. You looked up at him in surprise before placing your hand in his.

Lucifer pulled you close to him, his hand resting on your back as you placed your hand on his shoulder.

He smiled down at you as the two of you began waltzing around the room and you let out a small chuckle as he spun you around before bringing you back into his arms.

You laid your head on his chest as the song began to come to a close and Lucifer’s arms only tightened around you.

“My brothers can finish cleaning,” Lucifer stated, not ready to let you go. He wanted to spend the rest of the night with you and you knew how Lucifer was when it came to something he wanted. He was hardly ever defied. 

By the time Mammon had gotten back to the House of Lamentation, he was tired and wanted nothing more than to see his human.

It didn’t matter if he had been dragged through the nine circles of Hell, you always found a way to make him feel better and more energized.

But he was not expecting to find you in the way he did when he entered the dorm. 

You had no idea he was there, singing and dancing to your heart’s content. And Mammon was biting his lip to keep from laughing.

The music covered up any noises that he did make, allowing him to remain a secret bystander.

You were doing the most ridiculous dance moves and Mammon was loving every second of it.

You turned around to face a new direction when you and Mammon suddenly made eye contact. You immediately froze in your spot, your eyes wide and blushing furiously as Mammon finally let out the laughter he had been containing.

Well - there was no going back from this now. He had already seen your dance moves and he was going to tease you no matter what you did. So, you might as well finish enjoying the moment.

You motioned for Mammon to join you and now he was the one blushing. He refused at first until you gently grabbed his hands, pulling him into the middle of the room.

Mammon avoided your gaze as he scratched the back of his neck nervously. He took another moment to contemplate his decision before breaking out into his own set of dance moves.

They were equally as ridiculous as yours were and it instantly made you forget about your embarrassment as you both broke into loud laughter, continuing to dance with each other.

Lucifer came home during your and Mammon’s concert performance and was torn between laughing at the scene and questioning why that was his brother.

Levi had spent a lot of time at the convention, so he was expecting everyone to be home when he got back.

Imagine his surprise when instead of being met with his brothers, he was met with the sound of music playing loudly somewhere in the House of Lamentation.

Normally, the first thing Levi wanted to do when he got home was go straight to his room. But unfortunately for him, his curiosity was too strong and he found himself wandering towards the noise.

That’s when he found you singing and twirling as you cleaned the house. Levi let out a small gasp as he was torn between covering his eyes and watching you.

He felt like this was something that wasn’t meant for his eyes but he also couldn’t look away.

When you finally noticed his presence, you weren’t sure if you were more embarrassed or if he was as you both began blushing.

You were stuck in a stalemate trying to figure out who would be the first to move when suddenly a song from one of Levi’s favorite animes came on.

You could see the excitement in his eyes when the music came on and you encouraged him to dance with you.

He couldn’t - it would be way too embarrassing. But, then again, there was no one else home and he had already seen you dance. If you decided to say something to one of his brothers, he could turn it around on you.

You had somehow managed to convince him to dance with you and Levi had stolen the show. 

Never doubt an otaku’s dancing skills.

Satan came home in a good mood. His speech at the book club had gone very well and the first thing he wanted to do when he came home was to come find you and thank you for your help.

If it wasn’t for you, he wouldn’t have been as confident going into that meeting.

He heard music coming from the library and immediately went to the room to find you prancing around as you picked up miscellaneous books and placed them in their rightful place on the shelf. 

You held a duster in your hand so you could dust off the shelves as well and you sometimes used it as a microphone, to which Satan couldn’t help but chuckle.

Normally, a library was meant to be a quiet place, but Satan was grateful that today was an exception.

You climbed a small ladder to reach the top of one of the shelves, your hips swaying to the music and Satan couldn’t help but stare at you with admiration.

As the song came to an end, you felt a presence to your left and slowly turned to look. 

Seeing Satan standing there made you jump and lose your grip on the ladder. You braced for impact but you were only met with Satan’s arms as he caught you.

He gently set you down on the ground and you avoided his gaze as your cheeks were bright red. Not only had Satan caught you singing and dancing, but you also just fell in front of him. Your embarrassment was at its peak right now.

Noticing your discomfort, Satan gently grabbed your hand before spinning you around. You bit back a smile as you came back around to face Satan who was watching you with excited eyes.

The two of you fell into an easy dance and you soon forgot about your embarrassment from being caught dancing. 

After the dance, Satan led you to the couch in the library and pulled you into his lap, pulling out a book. 

As much as he loved watching you move around, now he just wants to hold you in his arms. 

He hoped you couldn’t hear how loud his heart was beating while you were sitting on his lap.

Asmodeus had come home feeling very relaxed after his trip to the spa. He only wished that you had been there with him.

When he got home and saw you dancing and singing, Asmo immediately started smiling.

He would be the quickest out of everyone to join you in your performance. 

He came up behind you and gently wrapped his arms around you, making you tense up slightly until you realized who it was.

“Oh - I didn’t realize you were home,” you admitted a bit sheepishly, slightly embarrassed as Asmo pulled out of the hug.

Asmo smiled as he took your hand and began dancing with you around the room. He tried to show you some dance moves from the Devildom while you showed him some from the human world.

You were both enjoying the closeness of the encounter and Asmo never made you feel embarrassed for dancing in front of him.

He also noticed how spotless the House of Lamentation looked and as the two of you began to wind down, he immediately suggested giving you your own personal spa day for all your hard work.

He spent the rest of the night pampering you and making sure to pay extra attention to your hands and feet since you had been cleaning for so long. 

Asmo can’t help the smile that rests on his face as he thinks about the two of you dancing together in perfect rhythm. Like the two of you were made for each other!

Next time though, he’ll suggest the two of you try a dance you didn’t get to do  - the horizontal tango.

Beel had just finished his long training session and he was starving. 

There was only one thing on his mind when he got home - food.

He immediately went to the kitchen to most likely eat everything inside of it. But he stopped when he saw you there.

He watched as you moved around as if you didn’t have a care in the world, and he couldn’t help but enjoy seeing this side of you. 

The thought of food had temporarily escaped Beel’s mind as he felt entranced by you.

But even though his mind wasn’t focused on his current problem, his body didn’t forget the pain it was in. 

A loud growl suddenly erupted from his stomach and you let out a small, startled shout as you turned to face the source of the noise.

You had a hand on your heart as you and Beel made eye contact and he looked down at the floor abashedly knowing he had been caught staring.

“You don’t have to stop,” Beel told you, silently hoping that you would continue. He was enjoying watching you dance around like you were having the time of your life.

You gave Beel a small smile, knowing that he would never judge you or make fun of you. 

You pulled a snack out of the fridge and handed it to Beel before continuing what you were doing.

Beel happily ate his food as he enjoyed the performance, occasionally offering you his hand to twirl you around before returning to his snack.

Once he was done eating, he offered to help you clean the kitchen and you noticed him moving the slightest bit to the music as he did so.

As soon as the kitchen was clean, Beel wanted to spend more time with you doing other things.

Belphie had gone to the gym with Beel out of twin obligation. But, it didn’t take long for Belphie to get tired and want to go home. 

He really did his best to try and help Beel with his workout. But - surely at this point his brother wouldn’t notice if he slipped out of the gym and went home right?

Belphie decided it would be worth the risk and managed to complete his plan. He immediately went home, hoping you would be there so that he could take you to the attic for a nap.

To his surprise, you were already in the attic when he got home, but you were far from ready for a nap. You were bustling with energy as you moved around the room singing and dancing.

You didn’t notice that Belphie had entered the room and you didn’t notice that he had made his way to the bed in the attic, his eyes glued to you the entire time.

Belphie didn’t want to ruin the show, so he simply laid down, thinking this would be a good view to fall asleep to. It would definitely give him good dreams.

Except he couldn’t bring himself to actually fall asleep. He was too enticed by you to close his eyes. He didn’t want to miss a single moment of your dancing and singing.

You let out a small shout when you turned around and saw Belphie lying on the bed, lazily smiling at you.

You immediately paused the music as your cheeks began to turn red.

“Belphie…I didn’t know you were back,” you told him, shuffling awkwardly next to the bed.

“You’re a good dancer,” Belphie replied with a small smirk, only adding to your embarrassment.

He pulled you into the bed with him and immediately laid on top of you before asking, “Do you have any other moves you want to show me?”

You had decided Belphie was determined to try and kill you…again.

Diavolo had come to the House of Lamentation in search of Lucifer. He had knocked politely on the front door, but when no one came to answer it, he got a bit worried.

He heard music playing from inside the house and decided to enter. Lucifer wouldn’t mind if he entered the house if no one had greeted him.

And, if something had happened then it was his responsibility as the future demon king to try and help.

His worries were immediately dispelled though when he saw you dancing around the house as you joyfully cleaned.

A large smile spread across Diavolo’s lips as he watched you, completely entertained by you.

He wondered how a human managed to gain such a strong hold over his heart.

When you noticed Diavolo standing there, you were immediately blushing. You had just embarrassed yourself in front of royalty.

“Diavolo - sorry, I didn’t see you there,” you stated, turning the music down just a bit.

“Apologies - I didn’t mean to intrude. No one answered the door and I was worried,” Diavolo replied.

“Oh, I must not have heard it. Everyone else is gone right now,” you responded and an idea lit up Diavolo’s eyes.

He graciously took your hand in his and pulled you to him. “If no one else is here, then we’ll just have to have some fun of our own,” he told you with a charming smile before moving around the room with you.

Once the initial shock had passed, you found it easy to dance with Diavolo and the moment had turned into an intimate one as you locked eyes with each other.

But then Lucifer came home and interrupted, confused as to what was happening. Did he have a meeting with Lord Diavolo that he somehow missed?

Diavolo was disappointed that the moment was ruined, but he was determined to dance with you again.

Don’t ask questions when he throws an impromptu ball a few days later.

Barbatos had been sent to the House of Lamentation on Diavolo’s orders. 

To be honest, since that incident with the rat, Barbatos dreaded coming to the house. But he would never refuse his Lord’s request. 

He could tell something was different immediately upon entry to the house. He couldn’t see any dirt or anything that had been misplaced. And it smelled strangely good. Not like food but something else.

Barbatos followed the sound of the music that he heard and all of his questions had been answered when he saw you doing a mix of cleaning and dancing.

Part of him was a bit angry that you were doing all of the cleaning yourself. Couldn’t the brothers at least be bothered to help? Most of it was their mess after all.

You let out a small gasp as Barbatos made his presence known. His intention wasn’t to embarrass you but rather to help you clean. He is the best at it and he couldn’t stand the idea of you doing everything on your own. 

You were grateful for the help and the fact that he hadn’t mentioned the dancing. 

Even though he didn’t bring it up, Barbatos was replaying your moves in his head. He couldn’t help but cherish the memory as he was the only one there to witness it.

He does attempt to get you to dance and sing some more while he’s there. So he takes the first step by gently moving to the music while he cleans.

You didn’t understand how he could look so perfect doing both tasks at once.

When the two of you made eye contact, you understood the want behind Barbatos’ eyes and soon you joined in with him.

This would be your guys’ little secret.   

Simeon was graceful in everything he did. Maybe it was a perk of being an angel - or maybe it was because Simeon was just that perfect.

Either way, one of those things he was graceful at was dancing. Though he didn’t do it too often. Mostly because he rarely had the opportunity to do so.

Simeon had come by the House of Lamentation to ask you a question, and he was so glad that he chose this exact moment to come by.

He watched you with pure love and admiration as you danced around the house. He wondered if you knew how graceful you looked.

Simeon wasn’t afraid to join you and gently grabbed your hand, catching your attention.

You didn’t have time to feel embarrassed as Simeon carefully took you into his arms and started dancing around the room with you.

He noted the way you moved with him and hoped that he would never have to find a different dance partner.

You had a small blush on your cheeks but allowed Simeon to lead you in the dance.

Your chores were long forgotten about as Simeon looked into your eyes, pink dusting his cheeks as well at your closeness.

If he could have you in his arms forever, he would never want anything else.

Simeon had a small frown on his lips as you both heard the front door open signifying at least one of the brothers had come home.

He let out a small gasp as you took his hand and led him to your room. You needed to spend at least a little more time with the angel before you said your goodbyes for the night.

Solomon was a very good dancer.

He had been alive long enough to know almost every kind of dance that had been created - save for the new dances that you showed him on TikTok.

Solomon is one who actually enjoys dancing so when he came to the House of Lamentation and saw you dancing about, he was very pleased.

He wanted to join in, but he also wanted to stand back and watch. It was a mix of wanting to simply admire you and wanting to dance with you.

He didn’t have much of a choice though, because you almost immediately noticed Solomon’s presence and you stopped dancing as soon as you did.

Solomon found the flustered look on your face completely adorable and he instantly moved to your side.

“Was that one of your ‘TikTok’ dances?” Solomon asked and you nodded slightly, your blush deepening. 

“Let me show you one of my dances,” Solomon offered with a smile as he suddenly pulled you into a dance.

You let out a small gasp as you flew into his arms and he seamlessly guided you around the room. You had no idea what dance you were doing, but somehow you were doing it. 

You saw the grin that Solomon was wearing while he danced with you and you couldn’t help but smile back at him.

When you finished dancing, Solomon asked if he could take you out. And as much as you wanted to go, you had to finish cleaning before the brothers got back.

Solomon doesn’t find that to be a problem though because with a snap of his fingers, everything was magically clean. Now you could go!

As you left with Solomon you made a mental note to ask him to do that trick again for you next time, instead of you spending your entire day cleaning.

[leashaoki]

use me

pairing: sub levi x fem reader

wc: 1.4k

warning: this post includes nsfw content, minors do not interact.

The Captain's formidable nature and cold, callous ways were certainly infamous amongst not only the corps, but all who knew his name. He was unforgiving, ruthless and an expert of his craft: war. Levi was feared amongst his men, even those above him in rank were hesitant to get too close; his aura was one of darkness, a darkness that was to be avoided by most.

That's what made turning Levi into a begging, moaning mess beneath you, all the more enjoyable.

"Please- fuck, I need more..." You watch as his eyes roll back, a particularly lewd whine leaving his lips as you stroke him ever so slowly. Your fingers gently tease the tip as they pass it, swirling under the head and back down to the base. Each movement leaves him more tightly wound, each touch feeling like too much yet not enough at the same time.

Levi's hands are bound by his cravat behind him as he rocks back and forth in his chair, desperately trying to thrust up into your hand for more friction; only to be met with you slowing your pace, much to his dismay. There’s beads of sweat trickling down behind those dark locks, spayed across his forehead. He looks unkempt, much unlike his usual demeanour, his teeth are bared almost as if he’s in pain, brows furrowed upwards and his cheeks a rosy pink.

"If you want more..." You purr, his eyes snapping open at the sound of your voice, "You're gonna have to be a good. Can you do that for me, pretty boy?"

He groans at the term of endearment, pulling his lip between his teeth and nodding desperately. You tilt your head to the side, arching a brow as your hand leaves his cock. The Captain practically whines at the loss of friction, essentially pouting up at you like the insolent brat he is.

"Words, Levi. Come on baby, you can use em, right?" You command lightly, running your fingers through his hair and tugging lightly. Levi's jaw tightens and the soft blush painting his cheeks darkens significantly; the pleasure derived from the pain evident in his expression.

"Shit." His voice is hoarse, strained by the hours of teasing he's endured at your hands. He struggles to string a sentence together, mind hazy with lust, "I'll be good," Levi looks up at you, his intense silver orbs lidded and lips puckered and swollen; his harsh cheekbones look softened as his gaze begs you for more, "I'll be your good boy, just- please- please fucking touch me again."

Your hand returns to his length, pumping faster now as Levi writhes and shivers beneath you; the sound of his scattered breaths and flustered moans fill the room. The noises go straight to your core, intensifying your own arousal.

He tries to fuck into your fist, chasing the feeling that has him whining like a bitch in heat and writhing against his restraints. Levi's eyes flutter closed in his attempt to keep them open, jaw slack and hair messy, gods, how he loves being under your control. He often pondered how a man as demanding as himself could be brought to his knees so very easily; how a certain look from you could have his cock hardening and brain turning to a pile of submissive, slutty mush. Not right now though, the only thing the Captain could think about right now was the feel of your tight, gummy walls clenching around him while you use his cock.

"Fuck me, please-" His words are cut off by a gasp when your fingers dance over the tip, a low growl erupting in his chest afterwards as he attempts to keep his composure, "Please - please baby, wanna make you feel good too." Levi’s whole body is shaking with pure desire, goosebumps painting is pretty porcelain skin.

You comply, stepping back and undressing yourself in front of him. His mouth hangs open, a fire in his dark eyes that burns only for you. Levi tries to steady his breaths, but the sight of your naked form has his breathing staggered and cock twitching. "Gods," He groans, his tongue briefly wetting his lips as he shakes his head in disbelief, "I fucking need you."

Straddling his muscular form, you tease him once more; rubbing yourself against his length and watching as his gaze turns to one of ice. It's only now you see a glimpse of the man he is to everyone else, his expression that of a devil as a growl rips through his throat. Levi's desperation had never been so evident, rutting into you from below at an attempt of slipping inside, biting his lip so hard it looked as if it might tear.

"I swear to fucking god, if you don't- " You finally lower yourself onto his length and his ramblings are cut off by his own lewd whine, brows knitting together in the centre as the look on his face turns to one of pure ecstasy. His mind is swimming in pleasure, drunk off the feeling of your heat around him; he’s looking up at you with so much emotion that it stalls you, lost in his eyes momentarily before proceeding with the task at hand.

Slowly moving yourself up and down on his cock, you bask in the way he's shivering beneath you; his muscular chest rising and falling quickly as his breaths become more uneven. Levi's mumbling an array of praises and thank you's, his tone unrecognisable from the one that barks orders at you during the day. His voice is so soft, so gentle that if someone were to hear the two of you, they would never guess it was humanity’s strongest.

"Use me," Levi's lids squeeze shut briefly before his gaze is locking with yours, swallowing and taking a breath before he begins to beg, "Please, don't...stop. Use me, I’m yours." His eyes are wide, teary and doe like; blinking up at you with his pretty dark lashes.

You increase the speed of your hips, bouncing swiftly on his lap and rolling your body expertly above him. He groans when you pull his head back by his hair, his mouth hanging open and his eyes rolling back once again at the sweet combination of both pain and pleasure. It throws him over the edge unexpectedly and he cries out, "ngh- shit, oh fuck i'm gonna cum."

You smirk and tilt your head condescendingly, pouting a little and taking his jaw in your fingers so your eyes meet, "Can you hold on a little longer for me, hm? I know you can do it, Captain." The use of his title makes him tense up and he nods wildly, his raven locks bouncing as he bobs his head obediently. He squeezes his hands together behind his back as he holds off his impeding orgasm with all his might. He hisses through his teeth, biting down so hard on his lip that he tastes blood in an attempt to stall his ecstasy. You curse when you feel your own climax nearing and Levi's eyes widen at the realisation, a fire blazing in his chest at the thought of making you cum around his cock. He does what he can, rutting his hips up into your sweet spot and whining when he feels you tighten around him, "Please, baby,” Levi begs, his own cock pulsating with the need to fill you up, “I need to feel it - Need to feel you, mmm, ngh- Please, cum, pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease.”

Seeing Levi like this is as close to heaven as you'll get, the way he moans your name like a mantra and his sinful expression twists with pleasure is truly your nirvana. It sends you over the edge and you see white, blinded by the hot pleasure coursing through your veins. Just before you lose all cognitive thought to the ecstasy, you make sure to order Levi through your moans, "Cum for me, baby boy." You barely finish the command before Levi is filling you up, crying out and shivering uncontrollably beneath you. You’re both lost in the feeling, your mouth open in a silent scream and Levi’s wanton moans bouncing off the walls.

It feels like forever before you both come back down to Earth, your lids fluttering open. Levi's eyes meet with yours and a warm, rare smile spreads across his stony features; his gaze filled with admiration as he shifts his head to kiss your chest, your jaw, your cheeks. “Thank you, love,” He murmurs before pressing his lips lovingly against yours.

[leviismybby]

Crack of dawn

Kinktober Day 2: sleepy sex

Levi Ackerman x fem!reader, nsfw 18+, mdni

It wasn't new to Levi to wake up earlier than he should, he has always struggled to sleep the full night. Maybe it was because it was a habit or maybe it was the stress of being the captain of the survey corps. Either way, Levi didn't mind waking up next to you, he pulled you closer and hugged you from behind as you slept peacefully. His arms around your waist, he kisses your shoulder gently, admiring your face.

Levi knew you weren't going to wake up for at least another two hours, the sun had just started to come out. Now that he watching you like this, he can't help but bite his lip. The way your chest heaved up and down, the way your mouth was slightly open. It was all Levi needed to feel his cock starting to get hard in his pants. So he leans in and places soft kisses on your cheek, he can resist many pleasures in life but he can never resist you.

"Name..." He whispers in your ear, nibbling on your earlobe gently. You stir in your sleep but it's not enough to wake you up quite yet so Levi does a move that slows does the trick. His lips go to your neck and he sucks on your skin, leaving a mark on your body, marking you. You moan softly, your eyes open. "Levi." The tone of your voice is still sleepy, his lips are still on your neck as he responds to your call of his name. "Mhh?"

As you were about to talk again, you felt his warm hand sneak under your shirt and grab your breast, squeezing it gently. Your hand reaches out behind you and you grab onto his hair, a louder moan surpasses your lips this time. "I want to fuck you." His voice is husky, he grinds against your ass making sure that you feel his hardness against you. "Of course you do.." You say, a smile forming on your lips, you're still very sleepy but Levi can surely wake you up.

He wastes no time and slides your pajama pants down your legs. You push your ass further into his erection, making him hiss slightly. "Fucking tease." His hand goes from the soft flesh of your breast down to your legs, he spreads your thighs apart. "Mhh." You can't help the sound leaving your lips as he runs a finger up and down your wet folds, his lips still kissing your neck.

"Looks like you are rather eager for me to take you." Levi slides a finger inside of you, thrusting it in and out of softly. He is loving the sounds you're letting out, quiet moans of his name. His kisses move to your shoulder and he bites when he feels your pussy clench around his fingers. You aren't still fully awake and yet you can feel his fingers diving deep into you, making shivers run down your body.

His lips leave a wet trail behind as he moves back up to your ear. "You're so good for me." He starts to move his fingers faster and that causes your eyes to open, you turn your head to look at him catching his gray eyes. They were so full of lust, he looked like he wanted to ruin you but he still didn't have the energy for it. Just as you were about to cum on his fingers, he removes them, his hand moving to your hip.

"Fuck this. I can't wait anymore." He kisses you on the lips to enter you, and his cock pushes past your warm walls. Both of you moan against each other's mouth, and a sloppy kiss follows, your tongues messily dancing together as his hips slowly thrust against you, stretching you out deliciously.

Levi pulls your even closer, his hips start to move faster, his cock pounding you deeper. Pulling away from the kiss, you whimper, your hand resting against his that it is on your hip. He keeps fucking you like that, letting himself go, your pussy feels so perfect around him, and your walls keep squeezing him. You shut your eyes again, just enjoying the feeling he is giving you.

You honestly wish he would wake you up like this every day, to take you under the warmth of your sheets before you two have to get ready for the day. His hand tightens around you as he moves inside of you, Levi takes two of his fingers and pushes them in your mouth making you suck on them. It's one of his favorite things to do during sex and you like it everytime.

Your tongue swirls around his fingers making him growl at the sight and that causes him to speed up his pace, his cock pushing deeper inside of you. "My naughty girl." He whispers it makes you feel all hot, the way his voice is all low and manly, it's enough alone to push you over the edge but you hold on.

He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, leaving them coated with your salvia. Even if you two get messy during sex, Levi loves it more than anyone, he is a clean man but he takes pleasure in making you a mess for him. Placing a gentle kiss on your head, he slows his cock again when he feels your cunt clamp down on his length. He doesn't want to cum just yet.

"You want to cum?" The way he asked you that made you know that he wants to edge you, you nod biting your lip. You have tried holding it in but at some point it becomes too much. "Please..Levi-" He cuts you off, taking your face into his hands and turning your head towards him. "Look at me."

Your eyes open on his command and they lock with his. "That's it, princess. Now watch this.." He starts to fuck you hard, rolling his hips recklessly against yours, making that warm feeling build up inside of you. Your eyes stay locked on his as his thrusts grow more erotic and powerful. And without much effort, you cum around his cock, letting out a loud moan.

"Yes. Exactly like that." Levi groans and bites into your neck again, as soon as he feels his orgasm building up, he pulls out of you and jerks himself off, he would love nothing more than to cum inside but he can't risk it. You feel warm squirts of his cum, on your thighs and hear the way Levi growls out your name when that white pleasure hits him

As he calms down from his high, he looks back to you only to see that you have fallen asleep again. He sighs and kisses your cheek before standing up to grab a towel and clean up his mess from your thigh. "My good girl..." He kisses your inner thigh before standing up to get ready for the day.

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[levi-supreme]

Reblog and put in the tags what your fave is doing for you this Valentine's Day!

[plussizeficchick]

OOOHH YALL walk with me but… I can’t stop thinking about douchebag guys that publicly voice their distaste for chubby women but are secretly the biggest chubby chasers on earth!

They’re your favorite to prey on because they’re just so easy. A little bit hair twirling, lollipop sucking and they’re practically putty in your hands.

They make it so obvious that they want you too, they say the makeup you’re wearing doesn’t suit your chubby face, so you tell them to fuck you so good you’re not wearing any anymore. They like to comment on how that crop top is too short and how they can see your stomach, so you ask why they’re so focused down there when your eyes are up here. They must want you cause they’re practically salivating at your tits! 

You promise them you won’t say anything to their friends when they slide in your dms later. You tell them that you understand, they’re just shy.

But you can’t help but laugh cruelly when you have them on their backs later. You have their phone in your hand, your cunt squeezing their cock so deliciously he wants to thrust up into you but you hold firm, I set the pace, you said. “Please.” he begs, beautiful crystalline tears in his eyes and you almost feel pity for him. 

Almost.

But then you remember how cruelly he laughed at you in front of his friends earlier and it just steels your resolve. 

You lift your hips and slam down on his cock, slow and steady and when you feel the telltale sign of his orgasm, you stop. “I- I can’t, just let me,” he tries to fuck up into you but clench around him so hard he has no choice but to be quiet. “Ah, ah, ah,” you chuckle venomously, lifting your hips out of reach. He tries desperately to buck up into your tight heat, but you’re sure to hold him down. “I’m in charge, remember?” You grin wickedly and he has no choice but to concede reluctantly. 

But you’re not cruel, obviously you want to get off too. So you slam right back down on his weeping cock, grinding your hips up and down his impressive length and you’re sure to capture the delicious, crystalline tears that build up in his eyes at your unforgiving pace. “Who’s fucking you good?” You ask, reaching a hand to tweak one of his sensitive nipples. “You.” He mutters under his breath, the pressure of his impending orgasm building in his lower stomach. “Me, who?” You say, slowing down the rhythm of your thrusts. He whines out at that, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “You, mommy! Please, just fuck me!” He finally cries out, tears of pleasure pouring down his cheeks. He gasps at the feeling of your soaking cunt choking his dick, his hips fucking up into you involuntarily.

But you don’t mind, fuck you’ve been waiting for him to fill you up since he arrived at your front door and the fact that you have it on camera?

Absolutely delicious.

It doesn’t take long before your cunt is clenching around him, your pussy squelching as you both milk each other’s orgasms. His hips stutter as he spills everything he has into you, declarations of love and adoration pouring from his lips. But it’s the same song and dance you’ve been privy to for years, love you in private but never in public and if you even breathe a word of it, they try to deny. 

But you don’t mind, you’ve got plenty of evidence. And it’d be a real shame if your finger slipped and you sent it to a group chat with their friends.  

—GOJO, GETO, Sukuna, NAOYA, Bakugo, KAMINARI, MONOMA, Dabi, SHIGARAKI, CHISAKI, SANEMI, OBANAI, TSUKISHIMA, Atsumu, Oikawa, RAN, Kazutora, SANZU, EREN, Levi, BUGGY, Mihawk, Zoro, Your fav

[jeannineee]

how they love you: attack on titan edition

(ft. Levi Ackerman, Eren Jaeger, Armin Arlert)

warnings: none

Levi Ackerman is an observant lover. Subtle glances from across the room. Having entire conversations without speaking. Fixing your hair and straightening out your clothing as if he wasn’t the person who left you disheveled in the first place. Worry disguised as annoyance. Silent understanding. Knowing your soul infinitely better than his own.

“You need to start taking care of yourself. Drink more water.”

“We don’t need to talk if you don’t want to. I can just be here.”

“I never understood what I was missing until you came along.”

Eren Jaeger is a dedicated lover. Unwavering, steadfast loyalty. Passionate debates and deep conversations. Hugs so tight you can’t catch your breath. Craves eye contact. Listening intently and holding on to every word you say. Defending you when you aren’t around. Would serve you the moon on a silver platter if you only asked.

“I would do anything for you. I hope you know that.”

“You are the most important person in my life. You come first.”

“Their opinions mean nothing to me. They aren’t you.”

Armin Arlert is a gentle lover. A calm, grounding presence. An ocean breeze, made human. Unfaltering certainty. Reassuring words and soft touches. A kiss on your palm. Flushed cheeks and butterflies in your tummy. Slow dancing in the low lighting of the kitchen at three in the morning.

“I love you so, so much.”

“You can tell me anything. I’ll always listen.”

“It’s not silly if it’s meaningful to you.”

[lvoryingrid]

The Cabin In The Woods

Levi x fem!Reader

Synopsis: In the midst of a Titan battle, Levi Ackerman and (Y/n) seek shelter in a forest cabin. The rivalry between them turns into an unexpected intimacy as subtle touches escalate.

Warning: 🔞 minors do not read/interact : contains 18+ content, smut/erotica

The battlefield was a symphony of chaos, with the metallic scent of blood lingering in the air. Levi Ackerman, humanity's greatest hope, moved with unparalleled grace, his blades dancing through the tumult like a deadly waltz. Thunderous roars of Titans reverberated around him, accompanied by the desperate cries of soldiers caught in the merciless grip of the war.

Amidst the swirling dust and smoke, Levi's steel-blue gaze focused on (Y/n)’s face. Her movements were a ballet of survival, each strike a testament to her unyielding determination. As their eyes met in a fleeting moment, a silent understanding passed between them, a recognition of the shared struggle against a common enemy.

"(Y/n)! Watch your left flank!" Levi's voice cut through the cacophony, a sharp command born of necessity rather than animosity. She shot him a quick glance, a mixture of irritation and acknowledgment in her eyes. "I don't need you to babysit me, Captain!"

The Titans closed in, and Levi fought with a controlled fury, dispatching the colossal foes with calculated precision. Yet, in the back of his mind, a growing unease nagged at him. He couldn't shake the feeling that time was slipping away, that the stakes were higher than ever.

In the midst of the relentless battle, Levi and (Y/n) found themselves back to back, defending each other against the onslaught. The clash of steel against Titan flesh created a chaotic melody, punctuated by the occasional exchange of glances and shared determination.

Levi smirked, a hint of amusement tugging at the corner of his lips. "Just making sure you don't get yourself killed. Wouldn't want you to miss out on the chance to lose to me again."

Her response was a scoff, but there was a glimmer of a smirk hidden beneath the exterior. "You wish, Captain. I can handle myself just fine. I just don't want to waste my energy saving your sorry ass," she shot back, a glint of camaraderie in her eyes."

Levi raised an eyebrow, a hint of annoyance breaking through his stern expression. "Don't get too cocky. We've got a long way to go."

The battlefield gradually fell silent as Levi and (Y/n) found themselves veering away from the main force, their surroundings becoming a dense forest. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting an eerie glow over the landscape as ominous clouds gathered overhead. The first droplets of rain splattered against their uniforms, gradually evolving into a relentless downpour.

Levi cast a sideways glance at (Y/n), raindrops clinging to her disheveled (h/c) hair. "We need to find shelter before we get drenched. HQ can wait until tomorrow."

(Y/n) shot him a defiant look, raindrops clinging to her disheveled hair. "I don't need you to state the obvious, Captain. I'm not stupid."

Levi rolled his eyes, his annoyance evident. "Just follow my lead and try not to slow me down."

They trudged deeper into the forest, the tension between them palpable. The rain intensified, turning the path ahead into a muddy quagmire. The sound of raindrops pelting leaves and the distant rumble of thunder echoed through the trees, creating an atmosphere thick with unease.

Levi's sharp eyes scanned the surroundings, looking for any sign of shelter. "There should be a safehouse not too far from here. We can regroup and head to HQ in the morning."

As they ventured deeper, the tension between them gave way to an unspoken understanding. The rivalry that had defined their interactions now danced on the edge of something more—a raw and unexplored passion simmering beneath the surface.

Finally, through the dense trees, a dilapidated cabin emerged. The wood creaked and groaned under the rain, but it seemed like the only refuge they had. Levi pushed the door open, and they entered, their soaked uniforms clinging to their bodies.

The cabin's interior was dimly lit, shadows playing on the worn walls. Levi couldn't ignore the flicker of vulnerability in (Y/n)'s eyes, her guard momentarily down. "We'll stay here for the night. Tomorrow, we head to HQ."

(Y/n) nodded, the gravity of the situation sinking in. The air in the cabin crackled with tension as they realized the close quarters they'd be sharing. The rivalry that had fueled their interactions now seemed like a thin veil hiding a deeper connection.

As the storm outside intensified, the two found themselves huddled in the cabin, the air thick with unspoken words. The flickering lantern cast shadows on Levi's face, accentuating the lines of fatigue and determination.

"I never thought I'd find myself stuck in a creepy cabin with you," (Y/n) teased, a small smile playing on her lips.

Levi's stoic exterior cracked just a bit, a subtle smirk appearing. "Consider it a special fucking treat."

Levi's keen eyes scanned the dimly lit cabin, searching for any available resources. Spotting a stack of old planks in the corner, he gathered them and set to work on starting a fire. The flickering flames cast a warm glow across the worn interior, revealing the exhaustion etched on both their faces.

As the fire began to crackle, Levi glanced over at (Y/n), who stood shivering in the corner, her wet clothes clinging to her like a second skin. With a barely audible sigh, he got up, his movements purposeful. "Stay put."

(Y/n) shot him a skeptical look but complied, watching as Levi disappeared into the shadows of the cabin. He returned moments later, holding a dusty, moth-eaten blanket. Without a word, he tossed it towards her.

"Here, wrap yourself in this. Your clothes are soaked, remove them" Levi instructed, his tone gruff but carrying an underlying concern.

(Y/n) caught the blanket, eyeing him warily. "You're not planning to play the hero, are you?"

Levi raised an eyebrow, his expression unchanging. "Don't get any ideas. I'm not doing this for you; it's for my own peace of mind. I don't need you catching a cold and slowing us down tomorrow."

She rolled her eyes, attempting to brush off the subtle act of kindness. "Well, aren't you just a gentleman in shining armor."

Levi scowled, irritation flickering across his features. "Quit the sarcasm and do as I say. It's practical, not chivalry."

Levi's gaze flickered away as (Y/n) began to peel off her wet clothes, the fire's dim light casting an ethereal glow on her silhouette. She could feel the weight of his discomfort, a strange mixture of vulnerability and an unfamiliar tension in the air.

"(Y/n), don't make this more awkward than it needs to be. Just get dry," Levi muttered, his eyes fixed on the fire in a futile attempt to avoid the scene unfolding before him.

(Y/n) shot him a wry grin, her usual defiance cutting through the air. "Oh, Captain, can't handle a little skin? I thought you were supposed to be a tough guy."

Levi scowled, irritation evident. "This isn't the time for your sarcasm. Just get yourself warmed up and get some rest. We have a long day ahead."

As she covered herself with the blanket, the glow of the fire outlined the curves and scars on her body. Levi couldn't help but steal a glance, the flicker of the flames highlighting the strength and resilience etched into every mark. For a moment, the intensity of their rivalry faded, and Levi found himself oddly captivated by the vulnerability in front of him.

(Y/n) caught the fleeting look in his eyes, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. "Captain, I never thought I'd see the day when the great Levi, would be caught ogling."

Levi's cheeks tinged with a hint of red, a rare occurrence for the stoic soldier. "I'm not ogling. Just making sure you're not going to collapse from exhaustion."

She chuckled, the sound echoing in the quiet cabin. "Sure, Captain. Whatever helps you sleep at night."

The rain continued its relentless assault on the cabin's roof, creating a soothing backdrop to the awkward tension that hung in the air. As (Y/n) settled under the blanket, she couldn't resist the opportunity to further tease Levi, who was doing his best to avoid eye contact.

"Captain," she called out with a mischievous glint in her eyes, "aren't you feeling a bit chilly yourself? You look like you've taken a swim in the river."

Levi shot her an annoyed glare, his irritation evident. "I'm fine. This isn't a cozy campfire, and I'm not here for your entertainment."

(Y/n) chuckled, undeterred by his gruff demeanor. "Oh, come on, Captain. We wouldn't want you catching a cold now, would we? That'd be a tragedy."

Levi clenched his jaw, his annoyance reaching new heights. "I don't need your concern, and I certainly don't need your commentary. Just get some rest."

But (Y/n), never one to back down from a little banter, decided to up the ante. With a sly smile, she shifted under the blanket, feigning a shiver. "You sure about that, Captain? Your teeth seem to be doing a little dance there. Maybe we should huddle together for warmth."

Levi's eyes narrowed, a barely audible growl escaping his throat. "I said, I'm fine."

Undeterred, she continued to playfully prod him. "You know, it's scientifically proven that body heat is the best way to stay warm. Just saying."

Levi shot her a withering look, his annoyance now accompanied by a faint blush. "I don't need your suggestions, and I certainly don't need to 'scientifically prove' anything with you."

(Y/n) couldn't help but laugh at his expense. "Relax, Captain. I'm just messing with you. No need to get all hot and bothered."

Levi rolled his eyes, his frustration evident. "I'm not bothered. Just get some rest before I decide to leave you out in the rain."

She grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, Captain, if you change your mind and decide you need some warmth, I'll be right here."

The rain outside showed no signs of letting up, and despite Levi's attempts to brush off the chill, his trembling form betrayed the cold that had settled into his bones. (Y/n), under the worn-out blanket, couldn't help but notice the subtle shivers that ran through him.

"You're freezing, Captain," she remarked with a raised eyebrow, her teasing tone giving way to genuine concern.

Levi shot her a glare, his pride evident. "I've faced worse than a bit of rain."

(Y/n) sighed, a hint of exasperation in her voice. "You can drop the tough act, Levi. We're not in the middle of a battlefield now. We're just two people trying to stay warm."

Levi scowled but didn't offer any further protest. The truth was, the relentless rain had taken its toll, and his ego was the only thing keeping him from admitting it. With a begrudging acknowledgment, he finally mumbled, "Fine, but don't get any ideas."

(Y/n) chuckled, shifting to make room for him under the blanket. "No promises, Captain. Just trying to survive the night."

Levi shot her a warning look before begrudgingly starting to remove his wet clothes. The fire's dim light flickered over his scars and the defined muscles that spoke of years of battles. As he shuffled into the blanket, (Y/n) couldn't help but smirk at the irony of their situation.

"See? That's not so bad, is it?" she teased, her eyes gleaming with amusement.

Levi grunted in response, avoiding eye contact. "This doesn't change anything. I'm only doing this to shut you up."

The fire's dying embers cast a soft glow across the cabin, and with every flicker, Levi and (Y/n) found themselves drawn closer under the blanket. The initial distance that had defined their makeshift alliance began to close, replaced by a palpable tension that hung in the air like the storm outside.

Levi, still maintaining a semblance of stoicism, shifted slightly, unintentionally brushing against (Y/n). The brief contact sent a shiver down both their spines, an electric charge that neither could ignore. The subtle touches, once accidental, now held a weight of unspoken possibilities.

"(Y/n), watch where you're putting your damn elbows," Levi grumbled, his attempt to mask the underlying tension evident in the gruffness of his voice.

She shot him a sidelong glance, a playful glint in her eyes. "Captain, I can't control where my elbows go. Maybe you're just too close."

Levi scowled but didn't pull away, the proximity between them amplifying the uncharted territory they found themselves navigating. The cabin, once just a refuge from the storm, became a space where the lines between rivalry and something more blurred.

As the rain outside dwindled to a gentle patter, the quiet cabin seemed to amplify the sound of their breaths. The air became charged with a quiet anticipation, the weight of unspoken words hanging between them.

(Y/n) couldn't resist the temptation, her hand subtly finding its way to Levi's arm. The touch, feather-light and seemingly innocent, sent a shockwave through both of them. Levi's gaze flickered towards her, a silent acknowledgment of the shift in dynamics.

Levi cleared his throat, attempting to break the tension. "Keep your damn hands to yourself."

(Y/n) smirked, her fingers tracing absentminded patterns on his arm. "I'm just trying to stay warm."

Levi, irritated by the unexpected turn of events and the unsettling tension in the air, decided to retaliate in his own way. With a calculated smirk, he shifted closer to (Y/n), his fingers gently trailing along her arm in a manner that mirrored her earlier touch.

"Don't get too comfortable. This isn't an invitation," Levi remarked, his voice carrying a mix of annoyance and amusement.

She raised an eyebrow, the smirk never leaving her face. "Oh, Captain, didn't know you had it in you. Looks like the great Captain can't resist a little intimacy."

Levi scowled, attempting to maintain his composure. "This is purely practical. Don't read too much into it."

The banter continued, each subtle touch carrying an undercurrent of challenge. As the cabin remained shrouded in the quiet sounds of the rain and crackling fire, the atmosphere became charged with an unexpected energy.

In a moment of boldness, (Y/n) decided to turn the tables. Her fingers trailed along Levi's jawline, a playful glint in her eyes. "Captain, you're not fooling anyone. I can feel the heat radiating off you."

Levi's breath caught in his throat for a split second, his usual stoic facade momentarily faltering. "I told you, it's for warmth. Nothing more."

But (Y/n) wasn't deterred, her touch becoming more deliberate. "You know, Captain, sometimes actions speak louder than words."

"You're pushing your luck," Levi growled, the lines of annoyance and desire blurring in his eyes.

She met his gaze with a challenging stare, her lips curving into a sly smile. "Is that a threat, Captain? Or perhaps an invitation?"

Levi, not one to back down, closed the remaining distance between them, grabbing her by her hair. The frustration that had simmered beneath the surface now boiled over, fueling a passion neither had expected. In a moment of heated intensity, their lips collided, a clash of desire that silenced the banter and left only the echoes of their shared breaths.

The kiss, at first fueled by frustration, quickly morphed into something deeper—an exploration of uncharted territories and emotions that neither had dared to acknowledge. As their lips moved in a rhythm born of a newfound connection, the storm outside seemed to mirror the tempest of emotions within the cabin.

When they finally broke apart, (Y/n) and Levi were left breathless, their eyes locked in a silent understanding that transcended words. The fire, though now reduced to embers, seemed to burn brighter in the aftermath of their passionate exchange.

Levi, his usual composure momentarily shattered, struggled to find the right words. "This... doesn't change anything. We're not suddenly buddy buddy because of a kiss."

(Y/n), a flush of warmth coloring her cheeks, smiled with a hint of mischief. "Who said it had to? Maybe it's just something between us, Captain."

Her words sent a thrill of anticipation through Levi, and he felt himself grow hard against her. Unable to contain himself any longer, Levi roughly pushed (Y/n) back against the floor, pinning her beneath him. Her eyes widened in surprise, but there was a spark of anticipation in their depths that told him she wasn't entirely opposed to this development.

He leaned in close, his breath warm against her neck, as he whispered "Is that what you want?" he growled, his voice gruff, rough with desire. "Do you want me to touch you, that bad?" As he felt her nipples harden beneath his palms. He cupped her breasts, playing with them before lifting them so he could kiss and suckle her nipples.

(Y/n) arched her back, pressing her breasts further into Levi's hands as his lips and tongue teased her nipples mercilessly. She could feel the heat rising within her, spreading like electricity through her entire body. "Levi" she moaned, her voice breathy and needy. "Yes, please, touch me."

"Do you want me to make you feel good?" His fingers, reached down her body playing with her pussy, as he continued the relentless teasing, and she could feel the pressure building inside her, making her body tremble with anticipation. "Oh, please, yes," she moaned a hint of impatience in her voice, arching her back even further, her fingernails digging into his shoulders. "I want you."

Levi smiled wickedly, his eyes glinting with lust. "Tell me what you want," he commanded, still teasing her with his fingers. "Tell me how bad you want this."

"I want you inside me," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "I want you to fuck me so hard I can't think about anything else." Her hips bucked upward, seeking the connection she ached for, and his thumb brushed against her clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through her.

With one swift movement, Levi positioned himself between her spread legs, his erection pressing against her wet folds. Smirking at the thought that he barely touched her and she was that wet for him. He leaned in, his lips finding her ear, and growled, "I've wanted this since the moment I fucking met you. Fuck you so hard you won't be able to say anything else but my name" With that, he pushed himself inside her, filling her up in one deep stroke that made her cry out in pleasure.

As Levi thrust into her, the world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in this small, intimate space. The sounds of their bodies colliding and the wet slapping of skin on skin, filled the air. He moved with a savage grace that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her veins, his powerful body braced above hers. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders as she met his thrusts, their hips moving in perfect rhythm.

Her breath came in ragged gasps, her eyes squeezed shut as she surrendered to the overwhelming sensations. The tension that had built up within her since their confrontation finally released, coursing through her like an electric current. She arched her back off the floor, her nails digging deeper into his shoulders as she felt the familiar tightening in her core.

"Oh, god, Levi," she moaned, her voice hoarse from the effort of keeping up with his pace. "Don't stop." she said as her hands found their way to his dark hair.

He growled, his lips finding her neck, leaving a mark as he thrust harder, deeper. "I'm not going to stop. Not until you're screaming for more." His hips slammed against hers again and again, the friction building up with each passing second.

The air in the room seemed to crackle with the intensity of their passion, and she could feel the heat of his body against hers, his sweat mingling with hers. Her muscles began to quiver, her orgasm barreling down on her like a runaway train.

"Levi," she cried out, her body tensing as the wave of pleasure washed over her.

His movements became even more frenzied, his thrusts more urgent as he felt her body begin to convulse around him. With a harsh groan, he threw his head back, his eyes squeezed shut, and emptied himself inside her.

As the last shudders of pleasure subsided, Levi collapsed on top of her, his weight pressing her into the carpet. He held her close, his breathing labored as he tried to catch his breath. After a moment, he looked down at her with a satisfied smirk and muttered, "You're such a fucking brat."

Despite the harsh words, there was a possessive fondness in his tone that she couldn't help but feel warm inside. He rolled off her, propping himself up on one elbow as he gazed down at her, his eyes trailing down her body.

"Next time, it'll be in a cleaner environment," he said with a wink. "I'll make sure we have a bed or something."

"You're unbelievable," she remarked, her eyes meeting Levi's with a mixture of amusement and warmth. The flickering light cast a gentle glow over the scene, highlighting the vulnerability beneath their tough exteriors.

With a swift motion, he covered their bodies with the blanket, the warmth of the fabric cocooning them in a shared space. "You know, your scientific facts might have some truth to them."

Masterlist

[ridingtorohan]

How the shifters react to you having a high body temp, knowing that it represents your platonic/romantic attraction to them

Goofy headcanon time!

Each titan shifter can recognize how another shifter feels about them based on their body heat. This includes all attraction: familial, platonic, aesthetic, romantic, so on.

SPOILERS for shifter identities AND events up to Season 4 Special Literally everyone has some spoilers for the anime to some extent. Older shifters like Kruger and KSaver is excluded, but there's 11 listed. It's in order from oldest to youngest.

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ZEKE YEAGER

He feels it for a second, when your knuckles brush against his wounded shoulder, fastening his restraints tighter, making sure he's secure while transporting him out of Marley on the blimp

Blue eyes darting to you, tracing the features on your face, lingering for a second on the titan marks beneath your eyes

Then he focuses on the task at hand, filing that away for later

He has a lot of time to stew on it, the simmering heat under your touch. Low but steady. Lucky for you! You're assigned to his guard detail in the forest with Captain Levi

Shifter to shifter, you're able to relate on a different level than he does to Levi.

Also makes note how you drop to ice cold when the horrors of Shiganshina. Probably realizes that's where you snagged yourself a titan ability.

Listen... if you saw him coming out of the Beast........... you're smoking, iykyk?

Because he's a little shit, he uses it to his advantage. Makes full eye contact with you during conversations, leaning forward. Which makes it interesting when you or Levi nip off his arms to restrain him and you have to give him a drink.

Leans in nice and slow, eyes staring directly into yours, letting you watch him as he takes a long, slow sip. Licks his lips, knowing you're watching him, leans back, eyes lidded. "Thank you, I was terribly thirsty"

Levi kicks his teeth in

Lord have mercy on you for when it's time to bathe

He literally will always use it to his advantage if you let him but will never clue you in unless you already know

Zeke will tease you about this, pressing a cigarette to his lips, his arm or leg brushing yours. "Are you cold? I can help you feel warmer" (Levi is murdering him with his eyes in the background)

Y'know maybe he does warm you up later 😏

Probably starts warming up to you shortly before his jailbreak, though it's hard to tell in what way.

After this point, it's a little too late to do anything else about it.

LARA TYBUR

Bro you hardly even realize that she's a titan at first.

As a titan inheritor, the Marley Gov't requires that you and your fellows play nice with the Tybur family whenever they visit.

She's tepid temperature at first, your thoughts and ideas making you a little colder to the touch.

You brush against each other at some fancy schmancy dinner party. She act very much like an Eldian at the party, silent, refilling your cup and you thank her.

Later, you're just feeling soo awkward with her family, with watching Willy dance around his family, laughing and jesting.

Some of the Warriors keep trying to make guesses as to who the Warhammer is but ultimately you don't figure it out

You try your luck at befriending all of them, painfully aware of Willy's eyes on you every time you talk to his sister

But something about Lara keeps drawing you in. Her quiet demeanour, the sleek attire, her proper figure. Dutiful and classy, voice quiet but confident.

Telling her about books and the latest movie, offering tea and biscuits from your Zone whenever you visit.

She never says anything about your body temperature and honestly you don't touch her often enough to notice a difference

But you do notice that she talks to you a little more, lingers by your side more than she does anyone else

During the attack, you do everything you can to defend her crystal - so painfully, carefully aware of how it burns under your titan's hand

REINER BRAUN

Sorry, he's made to suffer. Nothing in his life is ever easy. Isayama decided that. (And so did I.) (There's a happy ending, I promise.)

Things would be simpler for Reiner if everything went well, if he became a great warrior, if his father noticed him, if he did well on his missions. The first thing that goes wrong is Marcel.

When he meets you for the first time, a memory tickles at his mind. Something familiar in the way your skin touches his. Then he gives you a smile, introducing himself and Bertholdt.

Something about you always drew him in. He'd watch you across the training yard and smile whenever you looked at him. Always glad to help you out, shedding himself of the warrior skin and so much easier into the soldier one.

Sucks as a sparring partner btw. Always checking to make sure he didn't go too hard on you.

At some point you probably made mention of him working up a sweat during the training. His body temp is not much warmer than normal but noticeable. Everyone in the Cadets is his pal but there's something special about you

You, who feels like they've had a bit too much sun, but still comfortable.

With time, it may increase to a warmth that lingers in his bones, reminding him of his mother's teas and fresh bread.

He really likes wrapping his arms around you for this, a big bear who just holds you tight to his chest. Big squish!

Likes to clap his hands to your shoulders from behind, feel your warmth in his hands

If you are this warm, he'll always do a little start when you touch him, caught off guard. With as often as he's thought about you, he'll become a bit flustered at times - he begins to entertain a crush and/or getting to know you better.

However, a part of Reiner always remains..... apprehensive

Lays awake at night wondering about you, your tale of being orphaned, family long dead. Something not quite settling

This is what stops him from actually getting close-close to you

At Utgard Castle, it's obvious why something niggled inside him at the sight of you. Because one day, when his dreams were shattered by a boy, a titan lunged out of the ground. That's how you inherited the Jaw

It explains everything, in the end. He may not have recognized that you were a fellow shifter but he did recognize the body heat

You, unfortunately, are either kidnapped or agree to go along with Reiner and Bertholdt in the forest.

You are, either, an unfortunate soul cast out of Marley or a former warrior candidate who was cast out alongside your family thanks to Zeke's efforts years prior. If the latter, Reiner does mention it to Zeke in hopes of him sparing you because, technically, you are on "their" side. It's not a positive outlook either way.

Knowing your fate in Marley, Reiner spends time with you. Painfully aware of how broken his betrayal meant to you (if you're colder) or how you still believe in him (if you remain the same/increase)

Above all else, Reiner considers you a friend and he's so sorry.

If, by sheer chance, he leaves you unsupervised or your chains a little loose to "let your blood circulate" and you accidentally escape, he won't be upset.

And if, he saw you, years later, doing recon work in Marley.. and your eyes caught, he would make the conscious choice to turn away.

Marcel may have been his first mistake but he doesn't regret these two.

Very awkward when you join forces with him to take down Eren.

Reiner remembers the last time he saw you, what your touch felt like.

But the thing about Reiner isn't that his soldier personality was a persona - it's still him. He still cares for you. At this point you know what the touch means, can't blame it on the campfires. You may or may not have trusted him before but you trust him now.

Your hand slides in his, reminiscent of your first meeting, letting him know. "I trust you, Reiner. We'll work with you"

He'll still be withdrawn from the Paradis group but ... his feelings about you never really stopped. Time, distance and circumstance may have changed it, but never stopping it.

He thinks of your touch, even now, even during the final fight.

And, when everything is said and done, when the titan blood doesn't linger in either of your veins, Reiner knows how you feel by the look in your eyes.

BERTHOLDT HOOVER

Whatever you do, do NOT think about Bertholdt touching a non-Marleyan shifter after he escapes beyond the walls. Do NOT think about your touch burning under his, with Bert pleading for Zeke's mercy. Because despite everything, you still thought so highly of him.

Real talk: THIS GUY IS THE REASON YOU BECAME A TITAN SHIFTER

Unfortunately, despite being a fellow warrior candidate, you weren't chosen. Your score was a smidge below what they were looking for.

Bert was one the first to shift. In the practice field where this is done, he, unfortunately, steamed the heck out of you. Bad enough that it was a matter of getting medical attention asap. Fortunately, thanks to your score, the generals decided that you would be swapped out with one of the candidates and inherit a titan!

This is Bertholdt's first memory as a titan, by the way. :) He feels beyond terrible for what happened.

But having grown up together, helped each other through the trials and training... you two wind up being friends. Decently close, because he winds up telling you about his family, what he's doing for his father.

Bert looks up to you a lot. Always staying by your bedside when you got injured, kept a Band-Aid in his pocket for whenever you tripped during the training. (Or if he does. As gangly-limbed as that boy was, that happened often too.)

He knows but also doesn't about the significance of the warmer touches. It was probably one of those tidbits that was filed away for later and then forgotten. It doesn't matter when you're in bed injured and recovering from the heat damage he literally inflicted on you.

Super caring. Always having to talk both of you out of trouble when you wind up in it. But Bertholdt finds himself admiring that anyway, how different you are to him. (He's actually so thankful that you're a warrior with him, even if this was the worst way for it to happen.)

The other warriors clue in that you two are close but don't really comment on it. "Good for them" stance.

Bertholdt likes sitting next to you! Thighs brushing, his leg touching yours. Just small intimate moments that mean the world to him.

Then Marcel gets attacked and all Bertholdt can think about is 'thank god it wasn't you'. He'll stay wide awake watching you sleep at night, only nodding off when/if you let him sleep beside you, his palm on yours.

During training, Bertholdt finds a lot of comfort by sleeping next to you. Even if he ends up sprawled all over your body.

Thing is, Bertholdt doesn't really quite piece together the heat thing. Just knows that you're his, in some shape or form, that you're what's making this mission bearable. He doesn't miss Marley, he just misses you whenever you're not around.

Gets fidgety if you elect to join a different faction from him. But he understands. (But when you walk past him during the scouts enlistment, his hand catches yours for just a moment. Just for this. Because no matter what you mean to him, he wants you to stay.)

Fake dating trope because how else are you supposed to inform Bertholdt about the information you gathered while in the interior?

Everybody believes the ruse lmao

And, the thing with him is, there always feels like there's going to be more time. Sitting at tables, talking about your days. Reminiscing about Marley and campfires.. it's easy to think that you'll get those days back. That it's just another year, another season, another "one more time" before you get to go home.

For Bert, his feelings are... kind of a catch-all. Could be inferred as romantic or platonic. All he knows is that you're the most important person to him. He's just so glad that he gets to spend your thirteen years together.

And, when the mission goes wrong, when the attempts to kidnap Eren go awry and he has to pull your battered body from your titan, Bertholdt is right by your side, as he always is. There's always going to be another attempt, another chance. (Until there isn't.)

Bertholdt feels like home, his hand warm in yours. (He wants to keep coming back to you.)

Maybe those three simple words are whispered, right before it all goes to shit and you're captured/immobilized and Bertholdt grows desperate to get you back. Maybe you two never say them at all. But when it's just you two, the moments feel like they last forever.

(But you do. You know you have to talk about what this means for both of you, even if it meant defining your friendship in a different way. And he'll stutter and stumble over his words but listen intently, knowing that nothing is worth the cost of losing you. And he's secretly so relieved that you feel the same way, no matter what form your affection takes shape as.)

Bertholdt will cherish your friendship for as long as he lives.

PIECK FINGER

Whoo! Titan! Bes - ties!

Warrior trainees together, it totally sucked when you were passed over and Pieck inherited without you. She's pretty chill about everything, walking down the street with you while holding hands, throwing her arms around you constantly. Letting you ride atop her titan's back while she runs around the airfield.

Consider your relationship with her a mix of her squad and Porco

Legit you both are close before you even get a chance to inherit your titan, which you do! Eventually!

She's honestly not that great at explaining how titan shifting works or how to "focus" and "control" it but she'll help you get your bearings by walking around with you in titan form

Her body heat is like a heated blanket, warm and comfortable, ooey gooey melting cookie in your mouth kind of warm.

If you're ever on a long trek together, it's easy to doze off next to her, backs pressed together or her head in your lap.

Honestly she probably doesn't even think to mention how you feel to her, or acknowledge what it means. Pieck is happy with everything you are, how it feels with you.

actually tbh might comment about it everytime she springs a hug on you

"Incoming hug! Ahh... this is nice. you're so warm😊"

Your warmth is so comfortable to her. She's often nuzzling against you.

Honestly you guys would be borderline romantic, even if one/neither of you felt that way. It's just how you two are.

If you do cheek kisses, she'd be all up for that.

If you're romantically attracted to her, it'd be a seamless transition. Like you could invite her somewhere and mention it's a date and she'd just go "oh yay :)".

Otherwise at some point someone comments about how you two are always together on outings (calling them 'dates') and Pieck just goes "yes. :)" then later when it's just you two, "it really does feel like a date sometimes, doesn't it?"

Definitely respects it if you're not interested in her that way + just think of her as a sister or best friend. She won't change how she interacts with you at all (unless you mention that it makes you uncomfortable)

ANNIE LEONHARDT

A year (or a few) older than her, your family has warrior heritage; it’s a point of prestige and honour for you, moreso than for normal candidates. You have an expectation and responsibility to your ancestors to follow through. Of course you’d get a titan. Especially the one your family has meticulously trained for again and again; it’s not so much about the high esteem but keeping it in the family. Inheriting their memories. (For giggles, imagine it’s the attack or female titan.)

By the time Annie and the other warriors are partway through their training, you’ve all but confirmed your spot. It’s just a matter of establishing which one you’ll get.

You’re not exactly friends with Annie initially, especially with her aloof nature. But she’s companionable, sitting quietly if you ever approach her. Everything about her at the start is like that - withdrawn, solemn. Just as focused on her duty as you are. Either you find companionship over this fact or in spite of it - finding life worth living outside of being a candidate.

When you’re recovering from your inheritance, Annie is the one to tend to you. While you don’t remember a lot of it, amnesia getting the better of you, you’re almost certain that she was holding you.

Annie often watches as you continue your training, especially as a titan. She’ll gladly train in titan hand to hand combat with you once she inherits the female titan.

All the shifters are given books to learn about how to best utilize their titans. As they’re leafed through, it’ll mention the odd quirk of the shifters. Pieck is the most excited for this, followed by Reiner. It becomes a point of conversation, where everyone compares their temperatures - though Annie is quite reserved about the whole ordeal. She takes pity on Bertholdt who feels hot to her touch, though she does throw him under the ringer. You, though? She says not much at all, calling it quits at that point (if she hasn’t already).

She doesn't make a big deal of it at all, merely treating you like another candidate. One that she gets along with better than anyone else, at any rate.

In the group, you're dubbed "Annie's best friend". If Annie ever hears of this, you never know.

When it's time to leave for the wall, her knuckles brush against yours. The only indication that she's restless and has any qualms about what they're doing.

But as children honed for war, sometimes rivalries are hard to beat. Especially when the first tragedy strikes your group and Reiner takes the lead, leading you to wall. To mayhem. Murder is a different burden to bear, one that sits funny in your throat.

She sits with you at the refugee camps. While you've never seen her grab extra portions of food, she always seems to have some for you. She takes care of you (and you remember your first shift, how she had been the one to hold you).

Joining the Police is the only sane decision, the inner network so much like Marley. So much like home. You're relieved when Annie goes with you, even though you think it was for duty. (You never know if it was.)

Hitch gets added to the short list of Annie's friends. But nobody replaces you, nobody knows her as well as you do. You know each other's mood, the subtle raise of her brow or scrunch of her nose.

She takes her duty seriously - but she takes you seriously too.

You're the only comfort from home she has.

In the forest after she's hacked up by Levi, you're the one to grab her. To take her back, tending to her as she's cared for you so many times.

Unfortunately your close bond makes it easier to seek you out as a titan. Easier to goad you into advancing attacks, to defending her honour from horrors Armin promises she's enduring.

For you, Annie felt like home more than Marley ever had. Siblings, best friends, lovers. Whatever you felt for her, it was strong.

If you get a chance to see her chrystalized, you touch it desperately, trying to feel a sense of life inside. And you feel it, an echoing thrum beneath your hand.

She mentions it, later, when you two are alone on the ship. "I don't remember what you said, but I felt you." (She always has.)

And when you both go to fight Eren, fighting for something you want so desperately to keep now, you feel her knuckles brush against yours like they did so long ago. When you two were sworn to duty, marching to the walls. This time, you take her hand and never let go.

If you both survive this, she'll show you exactly how much you mean to her.

YMIR

100000% figured out you were a titan shifter because of this.

Her memories of the castle are hazy at best; initially she only remembers the heat and fog, the truth of Christa's real name.

While she knows quite a bit about her titan and its abilities, she doesn't know anything useful. The body heat memories? She knows it. Knows how her previous shifter learned about it, knows how he felt about his comrades.

She's hardly had reason to touch you before this, but like she figured out Reiner in the castle (they touched briefly) she also knows who you are. Knows the truth of your Marleyan roots.

Like Annie, you had been more distant from the group and more independent - you weren't as easily found out compared to them. At that point, it was only Ymir who really knew. Go, you. Clap yourself on the back for a job well done.

As well as you'd hide your identity, unfortunately the capture must take precedence. With Annie compromised, Reiner and Bertholdt outed, you have no choice but to pick up their slack.

Eren is fucking pissed that you're a titan and regardless of your involvement with the walls breaking, often voices his displeasure towards you loudly.

Ymir saw it coming so she takes it in stride and is dismissive towards you. You two really don't get a chance to speak, not until she's back in Marley and that's all that's left for her. Stone walls and iron bars, her complacency and feeling like a debt is owed is what keeps her there.

You sit with her most days, where she eventually opens up about the cadets. That's not to say you're best friends, but she's not dense enough not to take advantage of how you feel about her.

Listen, if you're not a woman, you stand no chance. If you are, she might confess her feelings towards Christa, how Christa helped her change as a person, how she felt like she could be herself.

How she could be herself around you, too.

While Ymir was never as buddy-buddy with you as she had been Christa, she had often roped you into being indebted to her, owing her favours one way or another.

She's back to her usual tirade even while imprisoned, using those unreturned favours to charter better meals or pen and papers. Most days you watch her write, rewrite, try to figure out what she wants to pen to Christa. Ultimately she writes her final draft with Reiner and leaves it in his possession.

Ymir is never quite hostile towards you, not when she learns of your service to your country, to the threat you thought Paradis posed. To the family and people you swore to protect. She understood it. Perhaps better than anyone bar Marcel.

You get a chance to touch her sometimes, changing the irons or giving her new clothes or meals.

There was a time when you were closer, as cadets. When she'd sling an arm over your shoulder, teasing about something or other. That's what it mostly was, her goading you into some tasks for her or taking the fall for things.

Back then, she used how you felt about her against you.

Unfortunately, facing death, she's mellow and more withdrawn. You don't learn much of anything during this time, not verbally anyway. But you learn about what kind of person she was, what role she had before.

And she asks for you to be there when she's eaten. Not directly, but something Reiner tells you later. When he's telling you that you've spoken more to her than she has, that she had tolerated your presence better, that you were the only Marleyan that she looked forward to seeing.

And when you go through her cell later, rifling through what meagre possessions she had, you find a letter addressed to you, hidden beneath leaflets of messy unfinished letters. Thanking you for not treating her as a monster, for not using Christa against her like Bertholdt had. That if she had a choice, she'd want you to inherit the jaw solely for your friendship with your fellow cadets and Christa.

She writes of other things too, little things she noticed about you, tips on how to get better at hiding or hitting. Advice on to living for yourself and not under the charade of the Marleyan government.

There's scrawled out ink, too, of things that she crossed out. She writes in that familiar, knowledgeable but closed off way that she does. In those sentences, under candle light, you can make out her thoughts on the heat exchange, moments from your cadet days. Once, what she would've done if you both had stayed on Paradis. Even a list of favours that she wanted to bank on, teasing remarks written in margins of paper and belittling comments that felt only praising coming from her.

Strange, how you only know her better in death, where you can no longer speak to her and hear the words left unsaid.

PORCO GALLIARD

the biggest baddest boldest guy who will LATCH ONTO YOU SO FAST MAN. I'm half joking

But he zeroes in the second your temperature spikes whenever you touch him. Turns his head towards you, gesture a little quick, eyes watching you, half-lidded. Aware, aware, aware of what this means

He's always always watching you after this, smirking softly to himself, just nodding along

You're so lucky he feels the same way because otherwise he'd just wrinkle his nose and turn his head away, "ew, you're hot" like the turd he is /affectionate.

Once he notices, Porco will always be hovering over you, in your personal space, raising his eyebrows and smirking when you turn around and bump into him. Gtfo Porco. Always casual about leaning against you, your arms brushing.

Porco doesn't really do cuddling but he'll be annoying about this, lightly touching. all. the. time.

Porco knows what it means. And if you don't say anything about it, he will. Just casually drops the fact about shifter body heat before shoving his hands and walking off casually. Leaving you guessing about his intentions.

Eventually it culminates in frustration because this smug mf won't tell you JACK.

Honestly you're going to have to confront him about this at some point unless one of the others point out the weird dance you two are doing.

(If you get frustrated with him enough that it affects your temp towards him, he'll knock it back so fast. Rubber banding it like a pro. He may be a dick but once it's clear he's making you uncomfortable he'll back off.)

Raises his eyebrows, leaning back. "You know what it means, don't you?" All smug. Leading into him talking about his own temperature, "Well, what do you think it means?" Literally makes you guess about how he feels about you. If you guess romantic, he'll lean his arm up against the wall, getting close to your face, eyes half-lidded. "Yeah."

Free boyfriend.

If you don't do teasing, he'll be more upfront. “You know what it means.” He's reciprocal so even if he didn’t romantically like you if you guess boyfriend, he’ll be like “yeah”.

Again, free boyfriend.

If you're strictly platonic, he'll do a little sigh, expression smoothing and go, “You're my best friend, dumbass.”

Free best friend.

Will become the bitchiest bitch to ever bitch if your temperature ever lowers.

Possessive possessive possessive. Competitive af. “Well, the other shifters don't feel hotter than I do, do they?" Glowers and sulks if anyone teases that your touch feels scorching hot to them.

Other than these instances, he actually NEVER mentions your temp or asks how you feel when he touches you. Would listen intently if you ever decide to describe in detail what his body temp feels to you.

Gets super smug if you mention it in front of the others.

EREN YEAGER

Sorry, there's no happy way this can end at all. :(

Eren straight up does not know about the heat thing until he inherits the attack titan's full memories.

But he's always kind of ... known in a way too. Every time your hands slap together or you pull each other out of danger, he feels it. The warmth lingering under your skin.

Grisha learned it during his studies with Zeke and Eren inherited that memory. Eren remembers then forgets in that same instant when he inherits his titan as a kid. So he knows, by pure instinct, that it's good. It feels right

He emotionally warms up to you more because of this.

Does not get touchy feely over this, although his hands often linger a little longer on you

There's two paths here. One where you're a Marleyan warrior and one where you inherit it after (jaw or in Shiganshina).

As a warrior, your betrayals burns worse than anything else. He's always suspected Reiner because of his cold+hot flashes but you? You who always burned like a star under his fingertips, who sent a wave of comfort through him?

It stings like nothing else has ever before.

It stings when he's in Marley, bandage to his face and leg, watching the people walk past.

He either waits for you purposefully or has Falco grab you a day/hours before the Marley exhibit. (Conveniently, this would be when Reiner is busy and he has an excuse to talk to Reiner later)

Or you come along with Reiner

It's such a small moment, in the end. His palm meeting yours, or your shoulders touching when you pass him by.

But it's a supernova, lit under his touch. And it settles the idea inside him that Marley and Paradis are the same, that there are people he cares for both in and outside the walls.

As a non-Marleyan, in the end, it doesn't change anything. He's still Eren and you're still you. Despite everything.

He's like a comet when he touches you later, after the rescue from Marley. Even when his knuckles are bruised from Armin's bones, when there's a fire in his eyes and death on his lips

But he's still Eren and you're still you.

And there's never enough time

(There's a memory that you only get later, after Everything. Where you sit together, toes on the beach, shoulder to shoulder. Where his skin is warmer than the sands. Where he tells you in what way he thinks about you. Where he asks you about yours and you answer. And you will remember this with a heat in your throat knowing that you'll never feel his touch again)

ARMIN ARLERT

I'm absolutely losing it just thinking about going to a sauna with Armin and after he finds out about the body heat thing he accidentally exclaims, "wait why'd you gET COLDER?" (if you do it's def because you went through the mental gymnastics of respecting his body and not getting thorsty)

He honestly didn't even realize there's a difference between normal people vs shifters because he actually hasn't touched the Warriors trio a lot prior to his shifting (so he has no baseline to compare it to). And Eren always ran hot

He really only clues in when he notices that your body temperate is a lot higher than normal and he freaks out a little, thinking you have a fever. Except everyone else assures him that no, you feel perfectly fine to them, what are you on about Armin??

Hange knows jack all about it; it's not a normal titan feature. Armin eventually has to ask Eren, Zeke or Annie about it directly

Gets flustered and comforted by the realization that you care so deeply for him. If you run crazy hot then it'll be like making him face his fear of fire (rip Armin)

If you don't know what the body temp means, he'll be all too glad to inform you! He won't ask you what temperature you feel his touches at BUT would be all too willing to test what influences the increase/decrease!

Turns super red if the experiments get a little too handsy and you both feel each other's temperatures spike

He's actually super touchy feely! Always reaching for you, giving you lingering hugs or brushing at your clothes/hair. He'll take your hand when its just you two, thumb stroking over the skin, basking in your warmth.

Will cuddle if you let him/ask him. Absolutely adores it. Always happy to indulge

If you're crushing on him, this is the thing that tips Armin off! He's so studious and acutely aware of each minute change so he notices when you get a little warmer, esp if you're reacting to him grabbing your arm or brushing something from your cheek

Probably noticed how you act around him too

If you're not crushing on him the it's just an awkward fiasco BECAUSE:

He confronts you about this. You're both just sitting down somewhere, him across from you, knees drawn up as you're talking or enjoying the silence. Eyes downcast as he brings up, "Do you have... feelings for me?" Voice soft, skin even hotter than his tomato red face. He takes your hands in his and looks up at you earnestly, "this is how I feel about you", letting you feel his emotions

In the case that Armin thinks of you strongly as a friend/ally only, he'll let you down gently. By directly referencing his newfound knowledge. Purposefully going "It's interesting that we can tell so much about the other person when you touch them like this" and he grabs your hand, looking right up into your eyes, smiling gently, "Like this. See? You'll always be my best friend" Emphasis on 'always' and 'best friend'. #friendzoned #ripyou

FALCO GRICE

Sunshine baby, baby boy, my literal son in another universe

He's always holding your hand. You're so cool! A warrior who trained with Reiner, he looks up to you immensely, although your term being close to being up stresses him TF out about Gabi

Listen, you're stuck with little brother Falco who always follows you around, tugging on your sleeve or running off on errands for you. Give him the time of day and you'll have a new dog. I mean child

If you're close to Reiner at all he'll latch on even harder. You're both his parental figures, although he gets so flustered if anyone mentions it.

He's deadset on inheriting the Armour but if you have the choice of who you can give yours to and you pick him, he's gonna cry.

He doesn't remember a lot about his first shift or the events surrounding it, except the smell of burnt flesh and fire in his arms. If you touch him at all when he immediately comes out of his titan, he'll dissolve into hysterics, crying without knowing why, because your touch reminds him immediately of the memory he's almost forgetting

Fortunately, he does forget

When you finally get to touch him after the amnesia period is over, Falco absolutely melts in your arms. Also immediately cries. Because he does know what this means, has studied this in his books, knows it from Porco's memories. Sobs and wails in your arms, feeling so secure and loved. Because you love him and you care for him. After everything he's been through, he needs this

Hugs you so, so tight every chance he gets, getting red-faced whenever Gabi teases him. Hovers by your side a lot, knowing everything will keep being okay so long as he can feel your warmth.

Always touching you, probably gets a little anxious when you leave him alone but eventually comes around.

For the kiddos out there who are crushing on my son, I raise a counter scenario. Just for you. You're now my child-in-law

Training together!! Yay!!

Your grades will vary, though you're definitely behind Gabi on the roster. Sorry, I do make the rules.

Falco excitedly told you about body heat when he read about it in a book!! You two excitedly try to figure out how you'd feel to each other.

Unfortunately, this is about the time he gets a crush on you. So Falco gets so flustered the next time you mention it to him and he ends up blurting that he hopes he never finds out what temperature you'd feel like to him.

Wants to protect you forever and ever, taking a similar route that he does with Gabi in canon.

You became shifters together! Terrible news!

Except when you're both pulled from the napes of your titans. When you have to ride with Connie, forgetting everything except the press of his hand in yours.

Falco may not remember the meaning behind the warmth but knows that it's good, that he can trust you.

Once his memories come back, avoids you to high heavens because he is so acutely aware of the flipside of this scenario. That you can feel how hot he burns because of his crush. He doesn't even think about what your hot touch means for him

You have to chase him down.

Keeps making excuses until you almost fight him trying to get him to settle.

He's definitely heartbroken if you tell him you only see him as a brother/best friend. Probably gets teary eyed and red-faced but accepts it before running off. He'll stop avoiding you after this.

Gets so red if you tell him you romantically like him too.

After the confession or when he's calmed down from the rejection, he comes back around. He's pretty constant at your side and will hold your hand if you let him, reassured by your warmth.

No matter what happens, at least you have each other.

[anlian-aishang]

things levi ackerman does on your first night together:

- drifts into the kiss, agonizingly slow. the dance of his tongue is both smooth and passionate

- holds your head in his hands, just so he can take a nice long look at you

- maintains the kiss as he leans you back. arm aligned with your spine, supporting you so that you don't fall too fast

- sucks your fingers, tongue dragging along your digits. eyes closed: he's savoring it. eye contact met: making sure you know that

- "i'm gonna be good to you," gently, he brushes the hair out of your eyes, "but tell me if it's too much"

- his motions are careful and calculated. his pace is selfless and slow, unhurried as he works towards your depths and for your pleasure - good things take time

- levi saves the best bite for last, but you're cumming first

- lets you dig your nails into his back, no matter how painful the scrapes

- "that's it, there you go"

- he makes a deliberate effort to maintain his calm exterior, despite how breathtaking you are and how amazing you feel. your comfort is foremost on his mind: if he starts to unravel, he is aware that it may incite panic in you

- the throes of your climax, your satisfied sighs and blissed-out look, dismantle his caution, inviting him to join you in ecstasy

- tugs you to his side for your post-coital comedown. twitches in your figure are stilled by the solid muscle in his. your sporadic breaths meld to the steady rise and fall of his chest

- when you can stand again, he gives a lighthearted tease of your wobble. you insist that you'll be the one to make him walk funny next time. fingers intertwined, levi supports you on your walk to the bath, supports you as he always has

[m-jelly]

Hi Jelly, we haven't connected in a while. I hope you are well.

This is just random but do you think Levi likes to dance with his SO? Privately I think he'd enjoy it. Would you ever get him out into the open with others around though?

Hi Eliza. I'm not the best, lots of complicated things and bad things going on in my work and personal life. Trying to work through it all. Hope you're well and things are fab for you. Thanks for checking on me.

Levi loves dancing with you in private. He'll hold you close, slow dance with you and shower your face with kisses.

Before you, he would never have done anything like that. Dancing is not something he likes. Dancing seems like an odd thing to do. He doesn't go to the club, he doesn't go to dance classes; it's just not his thing. But he knows how to dance. Even as a kid, he didn't dance unless Kuchel danced with him.

Seeing you dance in the living room with music playing, he loved seeing it and it made him smile. You always made him smile. He loves you so much. You bring each other pure joy and happiness.

When you reached for him to join you he was incredibly nervous. Levi was not the type to dance, but he wanted to with you because it was you.

The dancing was simple and shy at first, but you did something to him. He was able to let loose and have fun. He forgot all about looking silly and just went for it. After that first time, he continued dancing with you whenever he could.

Dancing in public is a different thing for him. He's a bit embarrassed about the idea. He doesn't like to bring attention to himself, but you just have that spark about you. You filled him with courage.

All it takes is a tiny bit of encouragement from you, your darling smile and a loving nickname and he's yours. He'll be a bit reserved as he dances with you but then you become his focus and world. Soon he forgets about everyone around him and you're the only thing that matters to him.

Dancing in public with you won't be a regular thing he'd do, but he'll enjoy those rare moments he does. Levi would prefer it to be in your own home because his whole focus is on you and he can get a little bit handsy.

What's important to Levi is your joy and happiness.

[happybird16]

Despite the pain, Levi insists on dancing with you at your wedding. Twirling, nice and slow, love filling his gaze, with you in his arms everything else falls away for a moment.